#But Vegas is straight up evil man | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Celebrities use Tumblr as well.

#But Vegas is straight up evil man

thatgirl4815 · 2 years

Text

Vegas’ Failed Smooch

I made a separate post about this earlier, but I want to say it again: I don’t think Porsche has any attraction to Vegas in this episode. The only time I saw Porsche showing any real affection for him was in Ep5 during their motorcycle ride, but I attribute that to Porsche’s broken mental state. He needed someone to be there for him, and Vegas willingly filled that spot. Contrast that to Ep7, where Porsche is in a good place with Kinn--no longer groveling for any kind of stability. He’s curious about Vegas and the way he operates, but he’s also highly suspicious of him (especially after he talked about Porsche’s dream...which, by the way, how could he have even found out about that?). Vegas is psychotic and manipulative, we have enough evidence to prove that, so every interaction with Porsche is built upon his rivalry with Kinn. Kinn knows that and even points it out to Porsche. So, was Porsche really drunk when he was led into the bathroom? I initially thought so, but after reading other people’s thoughts, I’ve changed my mind...slightly. I have some conflicting thoughts on this for a few reasons. Porsche is lucid after Kinn barges in and seems very in control of the situation. BUT, I can’t fathom why he would go with Vegas to the bathroom at all if he’s uncomfortable/highly suspicious of him. Some people have pointed out that maybe it was his way of trying to sus out Vegas’s angle/see what Vegas does when he thinks Porsche is drunk. This seems somewhat plausible to me, but I don’t know what he really hoped to discover by following Vegas while faking drunkenness. He already knows that Vegas has been making advances towards him, so the only thing I can think of is that he wants to see if Vegas is really willing to take advantage of someone when they’re inebriated--thus making him a suspect in Porsche’s drugging. This seems the most plausible to me, but given Vegas’s readiness to torture their enemies, I would think it’s already obvious at this point that he has no problem taking advantage of people and doing what he pleases. We don’t get to see any of the aftermath of this bathroom scene, though, so I think it’s too early to say what Porsche’s thought process was when going with Vegas.

What bothers me about some of the discourse in the tag is the vindication that Porsche didn't reject Vegas hard enough when he started to kiss him, which means he must have some sort of attraction to him. It’s obvious that Porsche is uncomfortable with Vegas’s advances prior to this. He frowns, he looks away...he just generally gives suspicious facial expressions. Porsche recoils when Vegas comes close, but I think he doesn’t forcibly shove him for a few reasons.

1) I genuinely do think Porsche was caught off guard by this. He really shouldn’t have been, given everything, but the way he reacted when Vegas first leaned in makes me think he was majorly confused.

2) Porsche knows Vegas is dangerous. Vegas knows things about Porsche that he shouldn’t know, a.k.a. Grade A creep behavior. Let’s not forget that Vegas also brutally tortured a man in front of the bodyguards without even batting an eye--in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. If I was Porsche, I think I would’ve reacted the same way for fear that he would come unhinged if I tried anything too drastic. Not to say that Porsche can’t take care of himself, but in the moment, I think it makes sense for him to shy away rather than shove.

3) I’m less certain of this last point, but I do think it could’ve played a part: people have come onto Porsche before now without his consent. For him to immediately recoil seems like a reflexive action potentially borne of this previous trauma. Again, not sure about this one, but I don’t think we should completely discount it.

So, we have Vegas getting a much-deserved wallop in the face, followed by some shouts from Kinn and then he storms out. He’s lost this round, because so long as Kinn is around, he can’t make any moves on Porsche. Plus, I think Vegas knows that he’s played it all wrong after confessing to knowing about Porsche’s beach bar dreams. He’s left to regroup and possibly try a different strategy. BUT, in a way, Vegas has also won: he’s planted seeds of doubt in both Porsche and Kinn’s minds, which we certainly haven’t seen the last of. Thankfully, he doesn’t win for long though, as Kinn and Porsche soon reconcile.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche ep7 #look #I can defend a lot of people for a lot of things #But Vegas is straight up evil man #like #I know there's a reason he is the way he is #But that's no excuse to go after Porsche this way #The man is a snake

27 notes · View notes

chaos0pikachu · 11 months

Text

one of my favorite scenes in kinnporsche ep10 at the 42:10 mark when the Big Mafia Meeting is happening and Tankhun is like "where that ho cousin of ours Vegas at?" and Gun is sitting there with his Freddie from Scooby Doo ascot like "what's a vegas? anyway" and motions to his minions to reveal Ken's whole ass busted head in a box like didn't even try cleaning it up, or even cutting it at an even angle shit was titled and he was like "surprise! you're traitors head! I'm so cool hehehe" like opened that box up like a birthday cake you didn't order and Tankhun started gagging and waving his hands about like "arm! arm! get the Febreze please! oh god we are NEVER gonna get that out the table the fuck" and Kinn is having like his 4th internal mental breakdown of the week and his eyes are just screaming hello darkness my old friend while Korn looks on like, "what a basic bitch couldn't even cut a head straight shits titled af wait till I tell Namphueng about this later hehehe" and all the other bodyguards in the room are like, damn if this job didn't have dental man and Gun is all "he was selling our information!" and Tankhun doesn't buy that shit for a SECOND b/c he's the only bitch in the house with brain cells who's also not an evil flowers in the attic mofo wanna be bitch and Gun is like "I have never done anything wrong in my LIFE" and Korn steps in and is like, "I have gaslight gatekeep girlboss soup to make for my beautiful gay sons boyfriend later I don't have time for this" all while Ken's head is just chilling there at a 45 degree angle on the table in a room full of gucci suits

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #who do y'all think was charged with cleaning up ken's titled head #whoever did I hope they got a comp day or like a bonus #ken's head looked sticky as fuck #chaos pikachu speaks #pikachu's chaotic recaps

536 notes · View notes

kpdeek · 2 years

Text

On Porsche Bringing Pete to Vegas...

So, I mentioned this in my "Thoughts & Review" post, but I see other people (on here, Reddit, and Twitter) expressing the same annoyed feelings as me regarding Porsche's actions in this episode. Specifically, how Porsche--despite inferring that Vegas had something to do with Pete's beat up return--strikes a deal with the devil himself and makes Pete accessible to him.

My initial reaction: boy, wtf? we thought you was goood??!?!?!

Followed by: UGHH!!! How dare he! Pete would never!!!!!!

And Finally: Okay. Okay, Dee, think this through. Take a deep breath. There has to be an explanation.

Anyway, I've got an explanation 🙃

After rumination, more than I've ever emotionally and mentally processed a show (for the record, I don't watch things often because I'm easily affected by the characters. My mental state during KP is...it's something), I put myself in dear Porsche's shoes and tried to see things from his perspective.

My conclusion: Porsche is now more emotionally tormented about his parents' deaths than he ever has been before. What was once thought to be a tragic car accident turned out to be a cover up, and he wants to get to the bottom of it. We've seen how he's tried to deal with their deaths; accepting false narratives despite witnessing the crime, intentional memory loss (that's not a technical term, don't quote me), doing the best he can to be a parent figure to his brother while living the reckless life of someone his age (maybe a bit more reckless than that, even). So, it makes sense that he's after the truth now that he's learned what he knew was not it.

Now, why involve Pete? Why make a deal with Vegas despite thinking Vegas is the one behind Pete's tortured appearance?

Because Porsche has somewhat given himself up to the dark side. He's been part of this mafia family for enough time now that he's not only fallen in love with the heir, but he's desensitized to the killing, the double crossing, the torture. We've seen him express remorse and self loathing for shooting that man in EP3, but we've also seen him get deeper and deeper into the mindset of a ruthless bodyguard as time has gone on. Basically, doing bad things doesn't faze him as much anymore. At least, not as much as it once would have. Especially now that it's personal.

This is his family we're talking about. His mom and his dad. He's not doing it for Kinn, or Korn. Not to discover a mole or prove Kinn's ex is evil. This is him dealing with the people who've taken away his childhood, his innocence. So, he's going to do some not so good things, like reaching out to Vegas, who won't go behind his back to the main family because he's not in kahoots with them. In exchange for helping Porsche (because Vegas really has to reason to), Vegas gets to see Pete. Porsche delivers what he thinks is enough punishment for now (the punch. by the way, someone needs to keep track of how many times Vegas gets hit/punched in this episode. his brain is probably rattling pretty dangerously in that pretty skull), but then he gets straight to business.

I think it's important to also recognize that Porsche doesn't truly know the extent of what happened to Pete. This makes Porsche's actions worse, because Pete did show up with his body nearly entirely disfigured. Porsche gave him up to Vegas way too easily, but he's not thinking about Pete much, or Vegas, or even Kinn for that matter. He left Kinn with a note, hid his brother, and went to hand over 5 million baht to his lying, stealing uncle. He's no longer the Porsche we started the series off with. Morals have shifted, but his loyalty? He's got it for others to satisfy them, but it's mostly to himself.

EDIT: Porsche is also NOT becoming a villain. It's been said before, but there are no heros or villains in this show.

#kinnporschetheseries #kinnporsche #kinnporsche ep13 #kinnporsche cast #vegaspete #bible wichapas #build jakapan

56 notes · View notes

vanessasancheznavarro · 5 months

Text

She has a face straight out of a magazine God only knows, but you'll never leave her...

whoa! VANESSA SANCHEZ-NAVARRO just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for ONE MONTH, working as A/AN CON-ARTIST/CLUB OWNER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 39. some people say they can be a little bit MANIPULATIVE and SARCASTIC, but i know them to be CLEVER and ENTERTAINING. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Vanessa Sanchez-Navarro NICKNAME(S): Nessa, V, Navarro LABEL: The Miscreant AGE: 39 DATE OF BIRTH: May 25, 1984 ZODIAC: Gemini Sun, Aquarius Rising, Capricorn Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: Taíno, Puerto Rican, Irish, English SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Con Artist / Club Owner ( Seventh Heaven / Club Rouge ) SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Aubrey Plaza HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 119 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: Black dainty outline of an Ace on her right inner wrist

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Clever, Entertaining, Charming, Accepting, Driven, Comedic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sarcastic, Manipulative, Headstrong, Secretive, Reckless. LIKES: Drag shows, brunch, cocktails with more alcohol than mix, pop music, spontaneous weekend trips, card games, the feeling of silk, popping champagne. DISLIKES: When people ask questions with obvious answers, the law, loud chewers, when forks scrape against plates, when you're looking forward to eating something specific but the establishment is sold out for the day.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: None. DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: N/A

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV CURRENT RESIDENCE: Queens, NYC, NY EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Drop-out FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - FAMILY UNKNOWN

►FAVORITES

FOOD: In-and-Out Burger DRINK: Carmel Macchiato, extra shot and upside down MOVIE: The Hangover, Killer Klowns from Outerspace TV SHOW: *Doesn't really watch TV* BAND/ARTIST: The1975, Gorillaz, Ween, Lady GaGa SONG: Robbers - The1975

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INTJ ENNEAGRAM: The Confidant (6w7) TEMPERAMENT: Stoic MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil SIN: Glutton VIRTUE: Acceptance ELEMENT: Air CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Be a riot, 'cause I know you

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Neglect, homelessness, con-artistry

Vanessa was found in a dumpster. Swaddled in a towel and screaming. It was an elderly homeless woman who took her in, only to pass away when Nessa turned 9. To a degree, she never understood why the woman would take her in when there was nothing to her name. Though, she did manage to survive for 9 years, and it was because of that very woman that Nessa understood how to run the streets to her advantage. It wasn't until Nessa was 16 that she was caught by a magician for pickpocketing his wallet. It was the only time she's ever been caught in her 7 years of trickery. Through this man, she made a deal to be his magician's assistant in order to be partners and run a con, all to be able to learn some better slight of hand. It was a very great act, entertaining people only to then take from them. This way of life not only excited Nessa, but it also was keeping her lights on in her shoebox of a shitty apartment. When she turned 18, she took all the money they made together and seemed to disappear to the richer area of Vegas. Her eyes were saucers, the greed mixed with her need for survival having her take all she learned and turn it on the rich and wealthy bachelors who turned up in Vegas. Her favorite where the ones on a business trip. Their black cards the reason she has the amount of Chanel she does and her Maserati. It was an easy con, to portray herself as something she wasn't in order to get close, bleed them dry and then go off to the next. The last con, she married a billionaire, waited for him to go on a business trip, took the money and bolted. This time, instead of just a new area of Vegas, she took off to New York City. Now, she's living her best life. She won a little run-down club in Brooklyn and flipped it into Seventh Heaven. Rumor is that she has a secret area of the club that turns into Club Rouge - where anyone's wildest dream could come true. Even hers.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

Vanessa is always the life of the party. She's jokingly awkward, and it's all a part of her charm. She's definitely guarded, and hasn't ever been caught by the police because she's so good at coming up with stories on-the-spot and throwing off suspicion. Nessa is loyal, but only if she feels there is something in it for her in the relationship. She's accepting of anyone and everyone and really pushes for people to be their authentic selves, mostly because she hides pieces of herself due to her past and has no choice. She's the type to drag you out if you're having a bad day and getting up on tables to dance. She has her hand on the pulse of the city and usually has an in for all the newest and hottest areas due to the fact she's a nightclub owner. She loves weed, card games, and conspiracy theories (grab your foil hat). She appreciates humor and intelligence in others, and shows her sarcasm when she thinks someone is stupid lol. Uh, she is brilliant and it's interesting because she dropped out of high school - mostly cause it bored her. She somewhat regrets it now and wishes she got a degree. She doesn't do serious relationships really - mostly because of her conartistry. It sucks though because she is charming and she draws people to her but they tend to not leave and declare themselves her friends; She's very black cat energy. Overall, she's a fun time. She's air-coded with how she switches up.

#boroughs.intro #tw neglect #tw homelessness #tw conartistry

1 note · View note

thegreymoon · 2 years

Text

KinnPorsche

Last episode! It’s so long, though, I will probably have to break it up into two because I’m not sure my shitty attention span can handle all of it.

***

LMAO, doesn’t the last reveal make you two cousins?

Does that mean that Porsche is also a member of a minor family branch?

Wait!! That also means that he is Kinn’s cousin too! LOL LOL LOL I did not have incest on my KP Bingo card for this season 😂😂

***

My messy baby at least has his priorities straight 😂😂

***

It’s hilarious to me that Porsche has so much trust in this literal psychopath that he has Pete’s best interests at heart, after the entire mess with Tawan. After he saw first-hand the wounds, torture scars and bruises he left on Pete.

But I guess it helps the story just keep going if we simply gloss over it.

***

What a cop-out 😂😂

If you are going to go there, just go there and commit! None of this adoption nonsense.

***

How convenient.

***

Oh, so the uncle was a fake uncle?

***

LMAO, they look like naughty children about to get a scolding 😂

***

Wait... Korn died??

***

If you’re going to be evil, then at least be evil in style!

With that said, I don’t believe Korn is dead. It was too sudden and convenient. Until I see a body, I’m going to believe he’s scheming from his hospital bed to manipulate Porsche and bring down the minor family.

***

Oh? 👀

***

Ooh, we are finally shooting people! Thank you, Kinn, I had almost forgotten you were supposed to be a mafia boss.

***

LMAO, the minor family’s fashion sense is truly something else 😂

***

Here comes Porsche, with military gear weaponry!

***

And this couldn’t be said without the two of you pointing guns at each other in the middle of a warzone, with a small army of people trying to shoot you already?

***

Hey, boys, is now really the time for hanky-panky?

***

Vegas is doing so much heavy lifting on this show, honestly.

I can’t believe he’s still pointing a gun at Porsche, after everything, though. At least he’s consistent, smh.

***

Are you kidding me with this pink little bomb? 😂😂

Good job, Tankhun! Good job!

***

LMAO, this show remains a comedy 😂😂

With that said, if Kim had spent more time fighting and kicking ass instead of playing the guitar badly and engaging in whatever juvenile romance plot he had going there with Porschay, I would have liked him better.

***

Aww, Erika, no 😢

***

The way he pulls him closer, my heart can’t deal 😭

***

Why does this version feel more like the truth, LMAO.

***

Oh? 👀

The plot thickens 🧐🧐

***

VegasPete delivering!

Also, Pete, baby, yes, punch the daylights out of him!

***

When a violent, mentally disturbed, sadistic psychopath invented romance.

***

Of course his evil ass is alive and well 🙄

***

WAIT, SHE’S ALIVE? AND HE’S BEEN KEEPING HER LOCKED IN AN ATTIC ALL THESE YEARS?

***

The irony of him complaining about bad fathers.

***

Bye-bye, Gun. I guess we won’t be getting the truth this season after all.

***

Oh, shut up, you evil liar.

Porsche doesn’t believe a word you say and the only reason he didn’t shoot you is because the man he loves put himself between you and that gun.

***

Oh, Vegas 🙁

***

Good for you, Pete!

***

These two disasters have really been carrying this show for me for the last few episodes.

***

NO! WHAT THE FUCK? NO!!

***

Porsche, it’s a trap, please say no!

Smh.

At least they look good running the mob together.

Here’s to hoping that season 2 will be all about murdering Korn.

***

OMG OMG OMG

VEGAS IS ALIVE?? AFTER ALL THAT??

BUT I’M NOT COMPLAINING, I’LL TAKE IT, I’LL TAKE IT!!

***

Ugh.

If there is a season 2, I’ll be watching just to see them take you down!

***

OMG, they are making me cry 😭

Also, what are they doing, putting this wonderful scene after the credits? I NEARLY MISSED IT!! 😭😭

***

How are they, of all people, so wholesome and cute?? 😭😭

#kinnporsche #kp spoilers #kp ep14

22 notes · View notes

spellbook-gayboy · 2 years

Text

Cape-Watch Monthly Bulletin- October 2022

Boo! I’m your host, Christina Cabello, haunting you with yet another Cape-Watch Monthly Bulletin! October has long been the spookiest time of the year for us mere mortals, but it’s also proved eventful this year for our supernatural saviours! Venture below if you dare and read the strangest and most shocking superhero stories of the month!

Dynamic Duo Defeat Dastardly Doctor

Our first story comes straight from the blazing state of Nevada, in the famous Sin City of Las Vegas. Players at the city’s Luxor casino found themselves embroiled in an evil plot, held hostage by a villainess styling herself as ‘Doctor Phantasm’, who sported two mechanical arms used for stealing money by the bagload before attempting to escape down the Las Vegas Strip. But before she could make off with the ill-gotten gains, a new duo arrived to put an end to her scheme.

They both seemed to fit perfectly with the city, one being a magic user with the aesthetic of a stage magician, and the other a ‘lucky rabbit’ marked with symbols taken from classic playing cards. They seemed to move in tandem, the magician tossing dark mystic orbs to cover her friend, who pursued the villainess all the way to the top of the famous Luxor Pyramid before ending the battle with a punch that sent Doctor Phantasm all the way back down. Our field reporter, Noah Pinker, managed to get a quick interview with the duo, where they introduced themselves as Cadabra and Bunny Lucky respectively. As is usual with any debut, the US government liaison to the superhero community Peter Schlottman had something to say on the matter:

‘We’d like to thank Cadabra and Bunny Lucky for their actions in Las Vegas and welcome them fully into the community at large. It is our hope that these two will be able to combat crime in the parts of America that sorely need them, and bring an end to the rampant villainy that the state of Nevada has recently found itself embroiled in.”

You go, girls!

Ghoulish Get-Togethers and Freaky Festivities

Given the spirit of the month, I would be absolutely remiss not to mention the tremendous amounts of effort that members of the superhero community have put on for Halloween. First up is the annual Capes Incorporated Halloween Charity Gala, which can best be described as like the Met Gala with more spandex on show. Notable attendees included team members Commander Capitalism styling himself as Frankenstein’s Monster, Hawaiian Crest with an undead look straight from the works of George A. Romero, and recently returned member Captain Cosmic, who opted for the classic ‘white sheet ghost’ approach. However, there were also notable absences in Canadian newcomers Kid Thor and Knockout, most likely due to the ongoing discrimination lawsuit that the latter recently presented.

Moving over to the West Coast, the Californian mystic Magic Man also took part in the festivities. After an extensive local ad campaign, citizens and supers gathered in the streets of the city’s Core Neighbourhood, where the wizard revealed himself, dressed in an outfit evoking Bela Lugosi’s Dracula. The celebrations then began, a tremendous ten-hour street party akin to Mardi Gras, which was supervised by all of the attending supers. The aftermath left the financial district trashed, with corporate offices from A Street to Broadway and Union Street inaccessible until Magic Man cleared the waste away. The location of the party was not lost on experts, who speculate the choice of location coincided with the West Coast Warlock’s flagrant anti-establishment views. Whatever the reason, at least the people enjoyed themselves!

Crimefighter’s Memoir Wins American Book Award

Our next story springs from the pages of the 43rd American Book Awards ceremony, which saw for the first time its titular citation awarded not only to a gripping crime novel or a mushy romantic comedy, but also to a real-world retelling of one superhero’s long career.

The title in question? Memories of a French Crimefighter, written by the late Julien Leclerc, once known as the insectoid hero Monsieur Mouche, or ‘Mister Fly’ in his native tongue. Perhaps best known for his time as a member of the popular 80s team Breakthrough alongside members Frontline and Miss Vermillion, he served from his debut in 1978 all the way to his death from cancer in 2017, using his scientific knowledge and prowess in martial arts to fight crime. Outside of his long career, Leclerc worked to uplift the poorest in society through both personal endeavours and charity drives, cementing his reputation as one of the most philanthropic heroes of his generation. In spite of how well-known he was, Monsieur Mouche also managed to lead a mostly quiet personal life, largely removed from public scrutiny. Until, of course, he revealed all of the gory details himself.

From details about members of the superhero community to more personal anecdotes, he told all the public could possibly want to hear. But by the juiciest and most surprising reveal was the true nature of his time as a member of Breakthrough: as it turns out, not only was he close with his fellow heroes, but actually in a polyamorous relationship with the both of them, which actually caused the release of the book to be pushed by almost five years (no prizes for guessing the reason why). It was only until former teammate and romantic partner Frontline pushed for it himself along with Leclerc’s successor, the Parisian super Quark Crusher. Whatever the result turned out being, let’s be thankful that the book managed to see the light of day.

Calamity at Capes Incorporated!

While this month has much cause for celebration, this last story may leave a bit of a bitter taste in your mouth. It was only a few days ago that a massive attack occurred at the headquarters of Capes Incorporated USA, which left multiple heroes dead and untold amounts of damage. Details are still sparse as the clean-up efforts are still ongoing, but Commander Capitalism, the team’s leader and supervisor, had this to say:

‘It is with great sadness that we announce the deaths of several long-time members of the Capes Inc. team, who died in the line of duty defending civilians from the infamous supervillain The Nazi. While we are fortunate enough to not have lost even more lives, their sacrifice will be remembered all the same

IN MEMORIAM:

The Z

Sparrow

Meteor Twin #1

Batwing

Big Brain

While this event has resulted in much personal tragedy, it also resulted in massive changes to the company as a whole. The US Department of Homeland Security, eager to shore up numbers after the attack, granted a massive emergency grant to Capes Inc (estimated at around $750 million) for the purposes of rebuilding their headquarters and the training and recruitment of new heroes to fill the vacancies.

However, there is one detail that stood out to me while writing this story: the circumstances surrounding Big Brain’s ‘death’. While the other heroes had quite the significant paper trail behind them, from death certificates to burial and cremation records, the same wasn’t true for the company’s illustrious co-founder. No burial records, no cremation records, not even a death certificate existed to corroborate Commander Capitalism’s statement. Another point worth noting is that The Nazi hadn’t been sighted since 1959, the same year that Capes Inc was founded. Both attacks led to large increases in government funding, as well as occurring in periods of financial uncertainty for the company, things that would arouse suspicion in anyone who could put two and two together. While I would love to investigate this a little further, but I’m probably facing a cease and desist already, so I’ll have to move on.

—

And that is all for this month, foolish mortals! We would once again like to extend our thanks to our devilish donators and shocking sponsors, who help to keep this newspaper running! Stay scared, stay hydrated, and tune in next month for the next horrifying edition of the Cape-Watch Monthly Bulletin! Happy Halloween!

(Big thanks to @queenfishie for letting me use her girls Cynthia, Beatrix and Nancy! You should check out her blog it’s got great art!)

#invincible #invincible show #invincible amazon #invincible oc #christina cabello #cape-watch

4 notes · View notes

nessanavarro · 3 months

Text

She has a face straight out of a magazine God only knows, but you'll never leave her...

►GENERAL INFORMATION

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Aubrey Plaza HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 119 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: Black dainty outline of an Ace on her right inner wrist

►PERSONALITY

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: None. DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: N/A

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV CURRENT RESIDENCE: Anchorage, AK { Bear Valley } EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Drop-out FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: -FAMILY UNKNOWN

►FAVORITES

FOOD: In-and-Out Burger DRINK: Carmel Macchiato, extra shot and upside down MOVIE: The Hangover, Killer Klowns from Outerspace TV SHOW: Doesn't really watch TVBAND/ARTIST: The1975, Gorillaz, Ween, Lady GaGa SONG: Robbers - The1975

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INTJ ENNEAGRAM: The Confidant (6w7) TEMPERAMENT: Stoic MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil SIN: Glutton VIRTUE: Acceptance ELEMENT: Air CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Be a riot, 'cause I know you

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Neglect, homelessness, con-artistry

Vanessa was found in a dumpster. Swaddled in a towel and screaming. It was an elderly homeless woman who took her in, only to pass away when Nessa turned 9. To a degree, she never understood why the woman would take her in when there was nothing to her name. Though, she did manage to survive for 9 years, and it was because of that very woman that Nessa understood how to run the streets to her advantage. It wasn't until Nessa was 16 that she was caught by a magician for pickpocketing his wallet. It was the only time she's ever been caught in her 7 years of trickery. Through this man, she made a deal to be his magician's assistant in order to be partners and run a con, all to be able to learn some better slight of hand. It was a very great act, entertaining people only to then take from them. This way of life not only excited Nessa, but it also was keeping her lights on in her shoebox of a shitty apartment. When she turned 18, she took all the money they made together and seemed to disappear to the richer area of Vegas. Her eyes were saucers, the greed mixed with her need for survival having her take all she learned and turn it on the rich and wealthy bachelors who turned up in Vegas. Her favorite where the ones on a business trip. Their black cards the reason she has the amount of Chanel she does and her Maserati. It was an easy con, to portray herself as something she wasn't in order to get close, bleed them dry and then go off to the next. The last con, she married a billionaire, waited for him to go on a business trip, took the money and bolted. This time, instead of just a new area of Vegas, she took off to Anchorage. Now, she's living her best life. She won a little run-down club in the area and flipped it into Seventh Heaven. Rumor is that she has a secret area of the club that turns into Club Rouge - where anyone's wildest dream could come true. Even hers.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

#anchorageintro

1 note · View note

laresearchette · 1 year

Text

Wednesday, February 01, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: MY 600-LB LIFE (TLC Canada) 8:00pm THE ARK (CTV Sci-Fi) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK! 50TH ANNIVERSARY SINGALONG (ABC Feed) SOUL OF A NATION PRESENTS: BLACK IN VEGAS (ABC Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA BEFORE 30 BODIES, BODIES, BODIES THE MUMMY SCHINDLER’S LIST

CBC GEM SHERMAN’S SHOWCASE (Season 2) TONI MORRISON: THE PIECES I AM

DISNEY + STAR BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER THE CHORUS: SUCCESS, HERE I GO (O CORO: SUCESSO, AQUI VOU EU) (Season 1, all episodes available) THE PROUD FAMILY: LOUDER AND PROUDER (Season 2)

NETFLIX CANADA AMERICAN ASSASSIN BLOW BLUE VALENTINE CLOSER CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE FURY GIRLS5EVA (Season 1) GUNTHER’S MILLIONS JOHN Q LEGEND LEGION MISS CONGENIALITY 2: ARMED AND FABULOUS MYSTIC RIVER RESIDENT EVIL: THE FINAL CHAPTER RESIDENT EVIL: RETRIBUTION SPAWN THE WEDDING PLANNER VACATION

BOLLYWED (documentary) 7:00pm/7:30pm: Kuki's sweet tooth has the family keeping a watchful eye on his diet, but for Kuki what they don't see won't hurt them. In Episode Two, it's game on when a posters vs. mannequins debate sees the family on opposite sides of marketing techniques.

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:30pm: Bruins vs. Leafs

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4/TSN5) 7:30pm: Nets vs. Celtics (SN1) 9:00pm: Raptors vs. Jazz (TSN4/TSN5) 10:00pm: Hawks vs. Suns

STILL STANDING (CBC) 8:00pm: Goderich, ON: Goderich is well-known as Canada's prettiest town; it was also devastated by an F3 tornado in 2011 that destroyed its downtown; it's now rebuilding toward a bold new future.

SPIRIT TALKER (APTN) 8:00pm: Shawn travels to Kitigan Zibi Anishinabeg First Nation where he learns the traditional methods of harvesting and boiling maple syrup; a mother's spirit sets the record straight and a grandmother keeps watch over her unborn great-grandchild.

RUN THE BURBS (CBC) 8:30pm: The Phams help the adult child of a beloved neighbour deal with her passing. Barb intrudes on Ramesh and Leo’s fun.

CHL HOCKEY (TSN/TSN3) 9:00pm: Regina Pats vs. Calgary Hitmen PRETTY HARD CASES (CBC) 9:00pm: Sam weasels her way into an undercover play as a koi aficionado while Kelly forges a crucial new gang connection.

THE MACHINERY (Crave) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Olle, an average family man, wakes up on a ferry on its way from Norway to Sweden, with no idea how he got there; next to him there is a bag full of money, a gun and a ski mask.

FURY (Crave) 9:50pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Undercover cop Ragna infiltrates a nationalistic subculture following a killing in Norway, and her journey pulls her into a spiral of hatred and reveals a terrorist plot aimed at the heart of Europe.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #bollywed #still standing #spirit talker #run the burbs #pretty hard cases #the machinery #fury #nhl hockey #nba basketball #chl hockey

0 notes

posi-pan · 2 years

Text

Last year, I shared all the 2020 books with pan rep I knew of, and it was only 57 books. My list of 2021 books with pan rep is at 141.

Pan rep in books seems to be growing each year, and I’m really jazzed about it. 🥳🥰 (The eight books above are four I’ve enjoyed and four I want to read!)

The Bookseller’s Boyfriend by Heidi Cullinan

The Boy Next Door by Sierra Hill

Charisma Check by Charlie Novak

Dragon Tamer by Ophelia Silk

The Hidden God by Crea Reitan

The International Language by Jen Luerssen

Lily’s World by Margaux Fox

Love’s Divine by Ava Freeman

The Mark Falling by Samantha Shannon

Só Mais Um Capítulo by Madu Machado

Teddy’s Truth by K.D. Ellis

Tough Love by David Horne

Upon Another Edge Broken by Anthony W. Eichenlaub

We Could Be Heroes by Mike Chen

Wish by A.J. Sherwood

Adore by A.D. Ellis

Best Laid Plans by Roan Parrish

Billy's Geeky Quest by J.B. Buell

Blink by Sawyer Benjamin

Cinderllis by Evie Drae

A Dark and Hollow Star by Ashley Shuttleworth

Enquanto eu Viver by Leticia Rosa

Eu Não Sei Parar de Te Olhar by Lyli Lua

Fat Chance, Charlie Vega by Crystal Maldonado

Goal Lines & First Times by Eden Finley and Saxon James

Hooked on You by K. Evan Coles

How to Be Good by Chace Verity

King’s Ex by E.J. Russell

Leather and Lace by Magen Cubed

The Marriage Rival by Kat T. Masen

My Broken Crown by Steffanie Holmes

Not Quite Out by Louise Willingham

Portals and Puppy Dogs by Amy Lane

Queen of the Immortals by T.R. Hamby

Saving Throw by Alex Silver

Tempting Jordan by Andrea Dalling

Transgressions of Power by Juliette Wade

The Velocity of Revolution by Marshall Ryan Maresca

The Witch by Taliesin Govannon

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

The Blue-Spangled Blue by David Bowles

Brother’s Best Friend in the Mountains by C.J. Turner

Can’t Take That Away by Steven Salvatore

Comatose in Como by C. Farren

The Councillor by E.J. Beaton

Deize o Sol Entrar by Guilherme Buiatti

Drag Me Up by R.M. Virtues

The Home I Find with You by Skye Kilaen

The Long Game by Anna Martin

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore

Queen’s Ransom by Layla Reyne

Songs of Red Current Wine by V.L. Locey

The Striver by Vivica Dorn

Temos um Acordo? by Bruna Catarina

Baby Come Back by Roxanne Riley

The Belle and the Beard by Kate Canterbary

Beta Bots by Ava Lock

Bom dia, Sr. Jones by L.L. Moon

Cinnamon Roll by Anna Zabo

Cute Mutants Vol 4: The Sisterhood of Evil Mutants by S.J. Whitby

In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens

Fandom by Eden Finley

Final Curtain by J.B. Trepagnier

Headless by Aveda Vice

Hold the Door by Vinni George

Hunting Season by Kate Rudolph

JT’s Mission by Rosie Jarvis

Pieces of Us by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Plus One Bonus by Alex Silver

Ring of the Dragon by Kayelle Allen

Und ich leuchte mit den wolken by Sophie Bichon

The Virgin Rule Book by Lauren Blakely

Blood Pact by Courtney Maguire

In the Ravenous Dark by A.M. Strickland

Coming Home by Rebecca J. Caffery

Feed by Aveda Vice

Getting Friendly by Saxon James

Honest Lies by Sam LaRose

How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

It Goes Like This by Miel Moreland

King & Queen by Maz Maddoz

Perfectly Parvin by Olivia Abtahi

Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan

Straight On ‘Til Morning by K.J. Sutton

When You Get the Chance by Tom Ryan and Robin Stevenson

Baby, eu vou by Lylia Lua

Continuum by Chella Man

Galen by Jaclyn Osborn

Just One Night by Chelsea M. Cameron

Metanoia by Cora Menestrelli

Mr Next Door by Joe Satoria

Never Kiss Your Roommate by Philline Harms

Not Guilty by Brit Ryder

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Opening Lines by Jeris Jean

Playing the Role of a Surgeon by Emily Hayes

Save the Date edited by Ann Roberts

Scarlet Sun by Isabel Hansen

Stop and Stare by Katia Rose

Swipe Right by Tagan Shepard

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron

The [Un]Popular Vote by Jasper Sanchez

Weekend Girl by Alex Powell

Cruel and Careless by Bailey Nicole

Demming by Avril Ashton

Have We Met? by Camille Baker

Hold Fast Through the Fire by K.B. Wagers

Keep Me Close by R.M. Virtues

Matched By My Rival by D.J. Jamison

O casamento diferente do CEO by L.L. Moon

Once Stolen by D.N. Bryn

Perfect Timing by A.D. Ellis

Queen to King Three by Jennifer Cody

There’s Magic Between Us by Jillian Maria

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters

Skin by Aveda Vice

Waylaid by Sarina Bowen

Weapon UwU Vol. 1: Godkillers by S.J. Whitby

Distant Gardens edited by J.S. Fields

The Friendship Equation by J.R. Gray

Freedom in Falling by J. Emery

Love’s Bequest by Blake Allwood

Second Chance Romance by Seth King

The Second Rebel by Linden A. Lewis

Act Cool by Tobly McSmith

Bloody Spade by Brittany M. Willows

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

A Dark and Starless Forrest by Sarah Hollowell

Keisha and the Rise of the Legacy by T.R. Tells

Sashayed to Death by C. Farren

Bees and Honey by Victoria Weyland

Cute Mutants Vol 5: Galaxy Brain by S.J. Whitby

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta

Initiation by Alethea Faust

Ride the Wreck by Max Walker

Skeletal Equation by A.E. Lister

Thronebreakers by Rebecca Coffindaffer

What’s the Matter with Mary Jane by Candas Jane Dorsey

The God of Lost Words by A.J. Hackwith

Tahira in Bloom by Farah Heron

Yours, Insatiably by Aveda Vice

#pansexual #pansexuality #pan week #pan positivity #pan pride #pan books #pictures #mine #NOTE: i used the image description feature that's why it isn't the caption!!!#long post

188 notes · View notes

jupitermelichios · 2 years

Text

my god season 4 of angel is a hot mess. and i'm saying that as an honest to goodness riverdale fan

season 3 had problems, and season 5 is mostly just a series of random unconnected events, but those events include angel getting turned into a muppet, the revelation that luchadores all have superpowers in the buffy universe, and spike mst3k-ing most of the season, so i'm prepared to forgive it

but season 4?

a random selection of things that happen:

- wesley, formerly the straight-laced book nerd character, is now an adonis super-dom and spends most of the season shirtless and/or having sex.

- in order to avoid lorne, the show's seer, just resolving the plot, he gets kidnapped and press-ganged into doing a vegas residency

- amy acker has to spend an entire episode wearing nothing but lingerie for no real reason other than the showrunners being creeps

- you know the assassins creed shwinky-blades? wesley gets one of those but it unfolds into a bo-staff, making it officially the least practical weapon in genre-show history

- cordelia, who previously ascended to become an angel, gets bored of being an angel, uses her angel powers to fix vegas slot machines, gets expelled from heaven, and gets amnesia

- the writers can't work out how to make angel and his son stop hating one another, so they resolve it by having them share a fucking love interest

- cordelia makes out with a teenager

- cordelia gets possessed by an evil entity who has sex with the teenager. it is unclear how old connor's supposed to be, but in season 5 he's just about to go to college for the first time, so i'm going to be generous and say 17

- the line "You know what they say about payback? well i'm the bitch" is said

- around the same time as x-men released there is a one-shot character who has a streak of different coloured hair, powers that mean she can't touch someone without killing them and backstory involving her accidentally killing a boy she liked, and she controlls her powers by wearing evening gloves with otherwise revealing outfits and... rogue. she's just straight up rogue. rogue exists in the buffy universe.

- some, but not all, of the blue man group are revealled to be demons who just naturally look like that

- a non-musical episode includes the plot grinding to a halt so the cast can just sit and watching two entire musical numbers back to back. there are backing dancers. dressed up as sexy versions of a main cast member.

- a university professor is revealled to have been sending his highest achieving students to hell dimensions because he's threatened by the prospect of... *checks notes* people thinking he's good at teaching

- connor just tries to straight up murder his father in exchange for the chance to get laid

- oh, and lets not forget, wesley keeps a woman as a slave in his cupboard for several months. a collar is involved. the only time anyone other than wes and the woman he has kidnapped enslaved and heavily implied to have tortured acknoledge this is to make a joke about her having to listen to all the super-dom sex wes is now having. from the cupboard. where she is imprisoned. as a slave.

#btvs #angel the series #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #angel #angel the show #angel spoilers #i guess #the show's more than a decade old but people think the official trailers for a movie count as spoilers now so who the fuck knows

45 notes · View notes

sanzoumon · 3 years

Text

FREE RICKORTY+ PROMPTS!:

Seriously, if you wanna write any of these just go for it and then let me know. Spoilers for S5E10. Some are more gen but could also be shippy, smut encouraged but optional. All of these are definitely bottom!Morty btw. Others are straight up smut.

Non-rickorty prompts (really just Morty x Summer) are are the bottom.

PROMPTS:

Trapped on what remains of the Citadel, Rick confesses that he recently realized he’s in love with Morty and that he wants to be by Morty’s side forever - in whatever way Morty wants (as in be it romantic, familial, platonic, whatever, it’s Morty’s choice). How does Morty feel and what will he decide?

After the whole Planetina thing Morty gets much needed comfort from Beth. Tho he feels better after that, Morty feels the overwhelming need to be with Rick. As it happens, after that whole ordeal with Daphne, Rick feels an overwhelming need to be with Morty. Bedsharing and comfort ensue.

Morty notices that ever since the Citadel was destroyed, Rick’s been way more physically affectionate. Little touches, petting his hair, hugging, casually rubbing soothing circles on him when they relax, wanting to cuddle, affectionate kisses, handholding, even nuzzling him. Morty likes it. A LOT.

In a rare moment of relaxation, Rick and Morty snuggling up together, they share a kiss. Both are shocked but then immediately begin an intense make-out session.

Rick wants to make up for his prior mistreatment of Morty. Morty asks for something be never expected: A kiss. And Morty means a full on kiss - tongue included. Who is Rick to deny him?

Rick and Morty have a rather intense incest kink. Lots of dirty talk.

Morty finds out that Rick has feelings for him. Rick freaks out, feels like a piece of shit, and tries to run away. Morty stops him, clings to him, begs Rick to calm down and to not leave him. Rick is practically hysterical, Morty gets him to shut up and calm down the only way he can - a kiss.

Morty preys on Rick’s guilt for having mistreated Morty in the past by guilting him into having sex. Morty knows Rick doesn’t want it, but he’ll do anything Morty wants. Morty feels like shit doing this but he can’t get about of how good Rick feels inside him.

Morty royally screws up on an adventure, almost getting himself killed, and Rick opts for a good ol fashioned punishment - a bare bottom spanking. Aftercare happens because Rick was terrified for Morty and needs him to understand this is why he spanked him.

Rick suffers from Domdrop after a really emotionally intense session with Morty. Morty provides Rick with the aftercare he needs.

The family finds out about Rick and Morty’s relationship. Shocking everyone, it’s Beth who attacks Rick square in a blind rage. The whole time Morty is begging her to stop hurting Rick, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, and it’s Jerry and Summer who have to hold her back so she’ll actually listen to Morty.

Rick and Morty get married at the alien equivalent of Las Vegas. Summer was a witness and recorded the whole thing.

In another dimension it’s considered a rite of passage for a boy to have sex with the household patriarch when he turns 14. Morty never felt the need to do that but then Rick comes along and says that’s because Jerry wasn’t man enough to do it, so Rick takes it upon himself to do so.

Morty is attracted to Rick specifically because Rick is a dirty old man.

On the Citadel, some Morty’s are bred purely to be sex slaves for Rick’s. Bred to be more compliant, submissive, and who love Rick’s unconditionally no matter how badly they mistreat them.

Rick and Morty have an emotionally incestuous relationship. Basically: “when a parent or caregiver relies on a child for the support that an adult partner would usually provide. They may also treat the child like a romantic partner.”

Morty deliberately gets himself into trouble on adventures because Rick will, out of worry and adrenaline pumping through him, fuck Morty afterward like an animal. Like a twisted version of “glad to be alive sex”.

Rick and Morty have to hide in a tight fitting enclosed space while facing each other. Awkward boners and grinding / dry humping ensue.

Omegavese. Morty goes into heat and Rick knocks him up. It wouldn’t be so bad if Rick wasn’t seriously turned on by Morty being pregnant with his baby.

Omegaverse. Unclaimed Omega’s have it rough and are constant targets for harassment. One day Morty gets assaulted by some Alpha’s at school and before they’re able to violate and claim him, Rick shows up and makes them wish they were never born. Morty knew right then that Rick was his Alpha and begs for Rick to claim him.

Rookie Cop Rick x Cop Morty. Rick likes how chubby Morty is.

Toxic Rick x Toxic Morty. They’re both made up of the irrational attachments they have for each other. Without their healthier selves to reign them in they can’t keep their hands off each other. Basically, in between all the science, Toxic Rick fucks Toxic Morty and Toxic Morty can’t get enough of just how much Rick loves him.

Evil Rick x Evil Morty. Sometimes Morty lets Rick have control of himself again just so Rick will rape him like he used to before Morty took control.

Morty’s fantasy is for Rick to fuck him against his will while Morty cries and begs Rick to stop. Rick can’t deny Morty his perverted fantasy.

Rick goes on a rampage to save Morty and, by the time all is said and done, Rick is mildly wounded and is practically drenched in the blood of his enemy. And it’s the hottest thing Morty has ever seen in his life. Morty wants Rick to fuck him right then and there, raw and primal, using the blood as lube.

Morty’s just so small and cute. Rick loves it a little too much.

Rick loves to degrade and humiliate Morty in bed. Morty loves it too.

Breeding kink. They like to pretend Morty can actually get pregnant when they have sex.

OTHER:

Summer asks Rick to shrink her giant space incest baby down to normal baby size. Everyone tries to talk her out of it because she’s young and not ready to raise a baby, but she knows she can’t live without him and that she wants this.

Morty x Summer. It may have been under very weird circumstances but fact is they have a baby together. Summer says she doesn’t expect anything from Morty and is cool with it, but Morty wants to be involved. Raising a kid together can make you feel things you never expected to feel.

Morty x Summer. Morty liked attractive redheads and Summer is no exception.

Morty x Summer. After everything they’ve seen and done, sex with each other to relieve stress isn’t that noteworthy.

Morty x Summer. Summer is humiliated that she actually enjoys being fucked by her little brother. Worse yet, Morty knows it and taunts her with it while fucking her. Worst of all, him doing that makes it even better for her.

Morty x Summer. Set during the time Rick was in prison. They’re always fighting lately, sometimes to the point of physical aggression. One thing leads to another.

Morty & Summer. After the whole Morty Jr. thing, Morty isn’t sure he wants to be a dad again. But Summer is worn ragged with school, taking care of their recently-shrunk-to-normal-size space baby, and their family giving her crap for raising him instead of leaving him in space. And, well, he is responsible for the kid existing in the first place. Basically they raise their baby together.

Summer sees Morty getting picked on at school and she ends up beating up his bully half to death.

Morty x Summer. Something happens and they end up bound together face to face with Morty’s head buried in Summer’s boobs. They’re so big and soft that he gets aroused in spite of himself. Summer feels it, insults him like expected, but tells him just to hurry up and get rid of it by grinding against her thigh so they can start pretending this whole thing never happened sooner.

————

And that’s all I got for now, folks! I know it’s a long list and it’s all over the place but I have so many ideas in my head and the S5 finale just sent my imagination into overdrive.

So please, if you’re a writer, I hope these prompts inspire you. Let me know if you write anything, please!

#rick and morty #rick & morty #rickorty #c 137cest #rickmorty #prompts #summorty #morty x summer #does this have a name?

98 notes · View notes

imagining-in-the-margins · 4 years

Text

Here to Misbehave (Pt. 4 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer and Reader go on their first date. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW 18+) Content Warning: Adults w/ Age Gap (10yr), exhibitionism, masturbation, fingering, spanking, penetrative sex, Prof/Student fantasy Word Count: 8.3k

MASTERLIST | Series Masterlist

—————————————————

When I was younger, I hated going to museums. Granted, I'd only ever really had the opportunity to go during school field trips. The crackling, barely coherent ramblings of a stranger through a loudspeaker had never been my idea of fun.

In fact, I'd been to that exact museum before. But the present time was a little different. That time, I was enthralled with the objects on the other side of the glass. With wide eyes and childlike wonder revived, I was hanging on every word out of Spencer's mouth.

I knew the guy was probably a genius, but I had no idea how much of a genius he was until he was recounting the entire history of civilization like he'd been reading straight from an encyclopedia. He looked like a hilarious mix of proud and embarrassed when he finally admitted his IQ. Meanwhile, I had to admit that I not only had no fuckin' clue what my IQ was, I was certain it was significantly lower than his.

He didn't seem to mind.

In a way, I thought it was strange when he told me he wanted to bring me to a place like that. After all, I'd told him I wanted to learn more about him. I figured a museum would teach me about everything else, not him.

But seeing him in this environment told me more about him than I ever could have imagined. I learned about his avid love for the most trivial facts, the way his inflection changed when he got excited, and that despite reading probably hundreds of thousands of books, his hunger for knowledge was still very much alive and well.

Most of all, I learned that Spencer Reid was unlike any man I'd ever seen before.

It was a bad idea. Because when we finally made our way out of the final exhibit, I didn't want to leave. Not even close. If you'd told my mother I spent several hours in a museum and didn't want to leave, she'd never believe you.

"Hey, so..." I started, pausing outside the gift shop on our way out. "It's almost 5. Did you want to grab dinner before we head back? I have worked up quite the appetite listening to you for the past 4 hours."

"Has it really been that long?" he asked incredulously before glancing down at his watch wrapped over his shirt.

I tried very hard, and failed, to suppress a giggle at the habit.

"I'm honestly surprised you still have spit left in your mouth," I joked as I swayed closer to him, almost enough to touch him.

"Ha ha, very funny," he replied. A slight pout formed on his face. I almost enjoyed the swapped roles; it wasn't often that he was the one who looked so forlorn.

"Come on, I'm joking!" I laughed before slipping my arm around his and pulling him closer to me.

Spencer glanced down in surprise, staring at my chest that was now fully pressed against his arm. Although, the way he looked at me was nothing compared to the response he'd given after I showed up in a pleated skirt that better belonged on a Catholic schoolgirl.

But I mean, like I'd said, I used to go there on school trips. It was only fair.

"I love listening to you talk, Spencer. You know that."

The speed with which he looked away when I finished talking was enough to tell me that I had said the wrong thing. His goofy, playful demeanor vanished so quickly, I'd almost gotten whiplash. He didn't remove his arm, instead clearing his throat and pulling out a brochure from his pocket to look at nearby places to eat.

A bit reserved, he asked if I was interested in one of the closer casual restaurants, to which I agreed. At that point, I removed myself from his side and was only a little surprised to see the way his body immediately relaxed.

I wanted to believe he just didn't like to be touched, which I was certain was true, but he was behaving differently with me than he had before. We'd touched in public before, a lot more than that, and we'd known each other a lot less!

But of course, that was probably why. The closer we got, the farther away he felt.

The walk to the restaurant was slightly awkward, so after a moment I decided to break the silence.

"You said you grew up in Vegas, right?"

"Yeah, until I moved to go to school," he explained, looking around at the surroundings of the D.C. crowds winding down rather than turning his attention back to me.

At least I was finally learning more about him.

"Where did you go?"

"Caltech."

He was keeping his answers short, but I feel like he might still be a little embarrassed at my little jab at the museum. That was fine, I knew ways to make him talk. I clasped my hands behind me as I walked by his side, still tempted to touch him somehow, however ill advised.

"Was it hard being away from your family? That's a few hours away, isn't it?"

He laughed awkwardly, a sure sign that I'd forgotten that him and I come from different worlds.

"Well, I was barely 13, so... My mom was kind of legally obligated to follow me."

He was so cute, and he definitely wasn't aware of it.

"Right, sorry, forgot about the genius thing for a minute. Don't know how."

The smile he returned was genuine, which helped my guilt for bothering him yet again. But in my defense, it was easy to do when he was a literal genius and I was barely scraping by half the time.

As we arrived, we were seated in a booth near the back of the restaurant. I offered him the booth with a view of the door because I'd figured he would want it. He gave me a strange side glance at my assumption, like I was hiding something from him that would grant me the knowledge that it would be more comfortable for him to be able to see the door.

I didn't want to talk about how I knew that, though.

Instead, I asked, "Do you like it here? In Virginia?"

He nodded as he flipped open the menu, speaking almost scripted answers absentmindedly, "I do, but mostly because it's been so long that everyone I know is here."

I'd already been here before, so I didn't bother looking at the menu. Naturally, he'd only required a few seconds to read it. When he made eye contact again, I spoke through my thoughts.

"You said you're a profiler for the..."

"Behavioral Analysis Unit."

His tone was a mix of pride and nerves, which immediately made me nervous.

"I haven't looked it up yet because I'm scared about what I might find. What do you guys do, exactly?"

The server brought us drinks just in time to pause his answer, which he seemed to appreciate. I figured it was either a tough job to explain, or he didn't want to share that part of his life with me just yet (or, potentially, ever).

Spencer lowered his voice like he usually did when he talked about work.

"We profile the behavior of serial killers. Sometimes for research, but mostly to assist local police in catching them."

"Oh..." I started, stopping mid-sip of my drink. It was a lot to take in at once. "So... yeah, I'm glad I didn't google it."

He scrunched his mouth in that unsure way, like he wanted to explain to me how he really felt about his job. Something in the bags under his eyes told me he hasn't talked about this in a long time. At least, not like he should. But he didn't talk about it. He looked away, opting to say nothing at all.

"Doesn't it get to you?" I pushed, trying to offer him the platform to talk about the thing that no doubt consumes most of his life.

"Does what get to me?" His voice sounded so far away.

"Spencer, when I met you, you were whisked away at the crack of dawn to go talk about serial killers. On a weekend. The second time you showed up at my place after clearly not having slept, I'm guessing straight from work..."

His eyes narrowed as I spoke, like I was talking from a tightrope that I could plummet off any second. He seemed scared that I would speak something into existence he wasn't ready to face himself.

"You're surrounded by evil all the time. You're responsible for learning, recognizing, and manipulating evil. That can't be easy."

Spencer's eyes were glazed over in a way I couldn't describe. He seemed defensive, steeled, and absolutely terrified. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, opting instead to stare down at the menu in front of him.

He shrugged as he halfheartedly concluded, "I guess that's one way to look at it. We also get to see a lot of good."

"Yeah..." I nodded solemnly, recognizing the dismissive thoughts from my own experience.

He was downplaying the great likelihood of traumatic memories he carried, as if he could will away the damage. Like it would stop existing if he could convince himself it wasn't that bad.

I wondered what had happened to him on the job for him to already have forgotten that things didn't have to be the worst possible to matter. That he still deserved better. That hurt does not require permission.

I couldn't stop myself, needing to see how he reacted when I continued, "But which do you see more of?"

I never got my answer. The server once again saved him from a conversation that got away from him. The presence of a third, impartial person shifted the mood back to what it was in the museum. I wondered how much was an act, both back then and in that moment.

Deciding it best not to dwell on the thought, I tried to forget about the darkness brewing in those coffee colored eyes. Once our orders were in, he turned his attention to the cocktail menu still laying in the middle of the table with a smile.

"I'm almost surprised you didn't try to order alcohol," he half-joked.

I leaned forward on the table, bringing a hand up to my mouth and whispering, "I heard there might be an undercover fed here, so, never can be too safe."

The bubbly, childish laugh that followed renewed my faith in him. He had that kind of infectious laugh that made you forget that badness existed at all. Once our ruckus had died down, he looked at me with the softness that had drawn me to him in the first place.

"You're cute."

When the words registered in my mind, I couldn't believe I'd heard them. The way his expression changed shortly after the words left his mouth told me he hadn't meant to say them aloud. But their effect on me was not at all stifled by his momentary lapse in judgment.

I'd wondered if it was getting hotter in the building, or if it was just my nerves getting the best of me. But it wasn't bothering Spencer, who was about to down yet another cup of coffee in front of him. I cleared my throat, trying to not look like a schoolgirl whose crush had just checked 'yes' on a note asking if he liked me.

Pointing to the mug in front of him, I joked, "How do you sleep?"

"Honestly? I usually don't."

That was the goofy overly literal dork I wanted to see more of.

"I can think of one way to wear you out," I suggested, lifting my leg to press the top of my foot against his leg under the booth.

He raised his eyebrows, giving a simple glance down to acknowledge the contact. Then his eyes were back on me, staring deeply with a hunger that would not be satisfied by whatever dish they brought out to us.

"I can think of several."

Humming cheerfully, I continued to run my foot up and down his leg. My cheeks flushed with my growing desire that I'd managed to put off for several hours. I was honestly shocked that I'd spent the whole day with this man, and only then thought about sleeping with him.

"It's too bad we can't," I pouted. "My roommate is back in town. Not sure she'd appreciate all the noise."

That time as my foot drew up his leg, he shifted in his seat so that his legs moved closer to me, extending the contact for a few seconds longer.

"Not to mention, I don't think you'd like to deal with several 20-year-olds."

The way he behaved whenever I pointed out my age was endlessly entertaining. That time, though, he seemed significantly less bothered.

"One is already borderline for me," he teased back.

I gasped, clutching at my chest as I batted my eyelashes just dramatically enough to showcase my pride.

"You flatter me, Dr. Reid."

He almost choked on his coffee as he stifled a chuckle, putting it down as he shook his head.

"Only you would take that as a compliment."

Recognizing this repartee as the foreplay it had always accompanied, I leaned forward on my elbows towards him. He immediately mirrored the movement, putting our faces much closer to each other than they'd been all day.

"What can I say? I enjoy being a challenge."

"Yes, you do." He hadn't even thought about it, responding almost instantaneously, suggesting once more that he could actually read my mind.

"How are you so good at that?" I kept the question vague on purpose.

He didn't fall for it.

"I'm good at a lot of things. Which are you referring to?"

What a cocky bastard. A very handsome, ridiculously sexy, dork of a bastard.

But he wasn't the only one at the table that knew how to get someone hot and bothered.

"Your humility is my favorite part, Dr. Reid." I stuck my tongue out at the end of the sentiment, a cheeky grin that reflected on him just as quickly.

"Quoting me? That's bold."

Deciding it had been too long since I had touched him, I lifted my hand to press a single finger against his chest as I taunted, "You aren't the only person with a good memory."

He leaned back at this point, backing away from my finger and the heated exchange.

"I don't have a good memory. I have an eidetic memory."

He had been very proud of that fact earlier when I asked him why the hell he was able to list off every single word from a museum display we'd seen an hour earlier. I'd asked him if it was the same as a photographic memory, and he'd gone on a rant about the pejorative connotations of the term. I wasn't going to go down that rabbit hole again today.

Instead, I took the same hand that had touched him moments before, curling all but one finger into a fist.

"So you'll be able to remember this forever?" I cooed as I held up my middle finger.

"I'll just file that away with the most important memories, like birthdays and the works of Arthur Conan Doyle," he sighed in response, graciously admitting defeat.

I was not brave enough to tell him I had no idea who that was, but I was sure I'd learn one day. That one, I thought, was probably safe to google. While he filed away my crude gesture, I filed away yet another fun fact to surprise him with later.

"You are, by far, the most interesting person I've ever met," I implored, to which he immediately shot back, "I could say the same about you. And I regularly talk to serial killers."

Touché, Dr. Reid.

"I'm flattered," was the last word I got in edgewise before our food arrived.

The rest of our time in the restaurant went very similarly, with teasing comments that built the sexual tension that was already too big for this tiny room. Our legs never stopped touching throughout the entire meal. Maybe that was why, when it was finally time to leave, we both felt a strange mixture of excited and sad. Once we were no longer behind the booth, it was back to pretending like we weren't constantly trying not to pounce on the other.

The walk to the metro was equal parts long and tense. At one point I'd swayed closer to him than I intended, and our sides brushed up against one another. Unlike before in the museum, he hadn't moved away. I couldn't believe something so minuscule could made me so happy.

The metro was more crowded than I'd anticipated. The fact that the station is underground was usually enough to make me feel a little claustrophobic, but the number of people bustling around me felt especially overwhelming. I couldn't help but chastise myself for having worn a skirt, considering the stark number of perverted men in places like these.

Spencer's touch woke me from my reverie. His arm had wrapped around my lower back with such unassuming delicacy, I'd hardly registered it at first. He was looking down at me with concern covering his features as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, sorry, there's a lot of people here."

I had one hand holding my skirt down against my leg, the other crossed over my chest.

"Makes me nervous," I further explained.

"Can I help?"

Even though he was offering, I could tell the crowds bothered him just as much. Thankfully, his presence was enough for me.

"You already are."

There was something so calming about his presence that was hard to explain. It wasn't his ability to physically protect me, considering he didn't have his weapon with him most of the time I was with him. It wasn't his emotional availability (or lack thereof). It was more like he exuded some chemical that made me docile. It was hard to explain.

I just liked him, okay?

When our train pulled in it was relatively crowded, but we managed to grab two seats near the back of a car. I sighed in relief as I plopped down into the plastic chair, happy to finally be able to rest my legs.

With Spencer on the aisle seat and us on our way back to Franconia Springfield Station, I let myself relax. My head dropped down onto his shoulder without much thought, and my entire body slumped over with it.

"How am I supposed to stay awake for this when you're so comfy?" I mumbled, looking down at the hem of my pleated skirt as I fiddled with it.

"That certainly sounds like quite the predicament," he said in what I assume was jest.

He sat up, bumping my head off his shoulder for a moment. I interpreted it to be a subtle way of telling me not to do it, but once he had shrugged off his cardigan, he looked at me like he was confused I hadn't resumed the position.

Armed with a simper, I cuddled up even closer this time, wrapping my arms around his and resting my cheek against his shoulder. I wasn't sure why he had gotten so open to touch, but I wasn't going to complain.

He didn't say anything when he draped his cardigan over my lap, covering my knees peeking out from under my skirt. A nice gesture, I thought as my body instinctively gravitated towards him. It wasn't until I closed my eyes that the pieces started to come together.

I was on the metro, in a skirt, with Spencer Reid's hand slowly but surely inching up my thigh.

My eyes shot open, and I tensed my grip around his arm. It was the only thing I did to betray my otherwise composed and unassuming position.

His breath was hot on my ear as he leaned over to me and began to whisper, "Do you know the idea that people fall asleep after sex is less true for women than men? Many speculate it's because women are just neglected in bed, but that's not quite it."

I didn't dare respond, hardly trusting myself to breathe as his hand continued to move closer to me.

"Both sexes do release the same chemicals during orgasm. Oxytocin to stimulate smooth muscle contraction and initiate the need to bond, prolactin to relieve arousal and signal satiation, and the leftover gamma aminobutyric acid, dopamine, and serotonin..."

I couldn't understand how he'd managed to make the lecture sound sexy, but I was too lost in the sound of his voice to bother thinking about it then.

"Still, women are less likely to fall asleep. Sure, they typically exert less physical energy during sex, but what about those women like you with a penchant for going for a ride?"

A woozy, lovesick smile spread across my face at the reference to our first encounter.

"Those women might still stay awake for longer and may actually be more invigorated after reaching climax. And it's all thanks to their naturally lessened refractory period."

I nodded dumbly, gasping lightly once I felt his fingers make contact through the flimsy cotton of my underwear.

"Which might sound like a curse. But it's not. It means that those lucky women can reach multiple orgasms in succession. Some partners just aren't willing to put in that kind of effort," he continued, tracing a finger up and down my folds through the fabric.

"But I'm not one of them."

His words were strong, and I buried my face into his shoulder, trying not to alert the entire car what was happening underneath his cardigan.

"I would much rather watch you come undone. Again, and again, and again. I want to make sure that when I'm done with you, you can't keep your eyes open."

My breath was getting quicker, and I let out a small squeak against his shirt as he pressed down on the bundle of nerves at my center, drawing circles around it.

"That being said, if you need something to keep you awake, I do have a solution. But if you make a single noise, I will stop."

I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to prevent any noise from slipping out. My legs were wavering between opening and closing as I tried to keep them apart. I could feel how damp I was getting. My hips were moving with a mind of their own, rocking toward his hand. It took all of my concentration not to give us away.

I choked on my breath as a sly finger snuck into the side of my underwear, allowing entrance to the others that followed.

"Shhh," he hushed, pressing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Underneath my skirt, though, he was much less chaste. Slipping two fingers into my heat, I could have sworn I heard him laugh from above me.

I didn't dare look at him, nervous that the moment I did, I would lose all control.

"I had no idea it would be so easy to get you to follow directions. Are you that worried you might get caught?"

He could feel my heartbeat against his arm. He must have been able to, because I was suffocating against his arm. My hands clenched around him like he was the only lifeline in an ocean of pleasure.

"Imagine what they would think if they knew what you let me do to you. What you beg me to do to you."

My legs were beginning to tremble around him as he stroked me from the inside. All I could feel was him. His hands, his breath, his words.

"Is that why you wore this skirt? A naughty little schoolgirl fantasizing about an older man touching you like this?"

He quickened the pace of thrusting into me, his words getting more insistent as the train was almost empty now, closing in on our stop.

"Is it everything you thought it would be? No. Can't be. You wish there was something else of mine in between your legs."

I couldn't explain how, but my climax snuck up on me. When it happened, it smashed into me like a wave crashing onto the shore. I gasped for breath against his arm, and he thankfully took mercy on me. Despite definitely making a noise, he continued his motions, palming at the crest of my folds to give me one last boost of stimulation.

I shook around him, my thighs tightening onto his arm as I finally found release. I could hear the announcement calling for our station, but it felt worlds away. Still, Spencer pulled his hand out from underneath our pile of clothes, wiping the evidence of our escapade against the inside of my skirt before also removing his arm from underneath my tight grip.

"Son of a bitch," I puffed, relaxing all my muscles at once as I tried to retain control over my pulse. I could barely think straight.

"You're welcome," he beamed, as if he hadn't just gone full dominant as he finger fucked me on the metro.

I didn't understand how the hell he expected me to get up and walk off like nothing happene, but somehow, I managed. I stood with wobbly legs and a flustered state of mind until he linked his arm with mine and led me off the car and into the station. I clung to the assistance, grateful that he was once again taking pity on me.

However, it felt like it wouldn't last long. Once we'd gotten to his car, he helped me in before climbing into the driver's seat. It was silent for a moment, like he wanted me to ask him a question that I wasn't willing to ask.

I didn't want the night to be over, but if he asked me if I was ready to go home, I'd have to say yes. After all, it wasn't proper form to invite myself to his apartment. Especially with how weird he got whenever I got close to him.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

The pity was gone.

I didn't think before I spoke, immediately responding as a joke, "Not unless it's yours."

The silence was back.

Oops.

I realized that I'd spoken out loud at the same time he delivered his response; I was going to stop him, but he was too quick.

"My place it is, then."

I couldn't help but smile, my cheeks burning as I asked quietly, like my volume might change his mind, "Really?"

"Sure, why not?"

I didn't have an answer. We didn't talk for a moment, enjoying the contented silence as I texted my roommate to tell her that I was going to be late home, if I came at all. I was hoping for the latter. Once that was sent off, I returned my gaze to the man paying almost full attention to the road.

"You know, I have to get you back for what you did back there."

He smirked, not breaking away from the road as he replied, "I did you a favor."

"A cruel favor," I whined, turning in my chair as I buckled my seat belt so I could get closer to him.

"No such thing," he corrected, although I think we both knew there very well could be such a thing.

"Uh-huh."

I watched him for a moment, trying to decide the best way to get back at him. I could always try the most relevant payback...

He didn't even notice my hand reaching out until it was already sliding up his thigh at a rapid pace.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as if it weren't already obvious.

"Getting you back," I snickered as I finally made it up his leg, palming the quickly forming erection under his pants.

"I'm driving!" His voice was so high pitched it was heartwarming. It was like our roles had switched, even just for a second.

"I'm not stopping you from driving!"

Obviously trying to compose himself, he grabbed my wrist and held it in the air and out of reach of him.

"Unless you want to crash this car, you'd better wait until we get back to my place."

It was a valid warning, but not one I wanted to hear.

"Spoil sport."

"At least you're alive!"

It was back to the sexual tension from before in the restaurant. I wanted to touch him, and I was guessing based on the visible tent in his pants, he wanted me. So, I got to thinking, and I figured that if I wasn't allowed to touch him, that only left one other person.

"... What are you doing?"

It was a valid question. He'd glanced over to see my hand traveling up my own skirt as I parted my legs just enough to maneuver beneath my underwear.

"Nothing," I hummed, now looking at him with half-lidded eyes as I rocked forward onto my hand.

"That's cruel." He sounded so devastated to see that I was doing what he couldn't, despite the fact he had his hand in this exact spot not that long ago.

My fingers dipped between my folds, collecting the remnants of the orgasm he had given me as I crooned, "What? You said I couldn't touch you while you're driving. I'm not touching you. You're welcome."

I opened my eyes just enough to see the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel while trying not to look at me. Couldn't drive distracted. That was the entire reason why I was touching myself and not him.

"Unless, of course, you do consider this part of me as your property. In which case, I'm not going to stop, anyway," I snickered.

Rewarding myself with a soft moan, I tried to prolong the experience the best I could. It was hard when every couple of seconds he would look over at me. I hadn't thought that I would find his anger that attractive, but there I was, coming apart at the seams already based on nothing but a look.

He was thoroughly unamused, which only egged me on, honestly. I didn't care if I was being overdramatic as I touched myself, I wanted him to think about what he was missing. Which was why I didn't stop myself from moaning. Pants and gasps echoed throughout the car as I picked up my pace.

"I hope you're ready for the consequences of this very poorly thought out decision."

On the contrary, Spencer. I had very clearly thought it through. I was thinking it so clearly I could picture his hands where mine were, among other parts of him.

Thinking about how to dig an even deeper hole for myself, I found the perfect mechanism.

"Mmm, Professor Reid," I cried, recognizing that it would either infuriate him or bring him a great sense of pride. I was fine with either.

I closed my eyes so I could better envision the fantasy that was actually just a memory. For now. With my eyes closed, I couldn't tell much of what was going on outside of my touch, trying to ignore the man beside me as best as I could. I wanted him to suffer.

Spencer, however, had other plans. With both eyes still on the road, his hand had found its way to my legs, where it shot up to join mine. He removed my hand quickly and replaced it with his own.

There was no subtlety or warm up this time. Without any hesitation, he dipped a finger into my heat just to remove it and begin rubbing harsh circles over my clit. I couldn't stop the yell that resulted, and seconds later I came undone against him.

As soon as the spasming stopped, he removed his hand, not speaking a word or even looking at me. I'd realized at that point that he'd only finished me off because he hadn't wanted to grant me the satisfaction of doing it myself. He was asserting that yes, in some sense, he viewed this as a part of his property.

I was oddly okay with that.

"Is the silent treatment my punishment?" I asked with a pout after a few moments of nothing.

He laughed bitterly back, finally looking at me for a moment before vaguely replying, "No. Your punishment will be much more fun for me."

I had to admit the implication that the silent treatment wasn't fun for him was flattering, at least. I was glad to hear that he enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed listening to him talk.

But for the moment, I was sort of exhausted. Not in the way that would make me fall asleep, but in the I-just-had-two-orgasms-let-me-recoup way. Even though we enjoyed talking, those moments were refreshing in their own way. The best kind of connections were the ones that could always be maintained, even in the quiet.

Despite it not being my punishment, Spencer remained fairly quiet the rest of the way home. I wondered if part of that was due to him brewing a plan for what would happen when we got there.

God, I hoped so.

As we pulled up to the nondescript building, I had to admit I was a bit disappointed to find Spencer didn't live in some whimsical fantasy like I'd always envisioned. The building looked like every other one. But, at the same time, I couldn't want to see the inside. If I had to bet, there would be a lot of books and a stark lack of computers.

Walking into Apt #23, I was only a little surprised by what I saw. The warm green tones of his walls were complimented by red and brown accents, and my theory was quickly proven correct.

"Whoa," I mumbled under my breath, "It's like a library."

"You must go to some pretty small libraries, then."

I rolled my eyes. Like his usual attempts at humility, Spencer failed horribly.

I spun around on my heels to face him, but at the same time as I heard the lock flip into place, I felt his hand around my arm. Spencer's movements were quick as he gripped tightly on my wrist and pulled me towards what I could only assume was his bedroom.

Weirdly, I was still trying to take in my surroundings rather than focus on fucking him. It made sense, I figured. I had already experienced two orgasms today, whereas he had none.

Oops. Guess I really was a spoiled brat.

But seriously—I was in his apartment! I wanted to snoop, dammit!

Spencer wasn't going to give me an opportunity, though. He'd even made a point of shutting the door to his room once we were inside. Something told me he would keep a close eye on me as long as he could. That was probably deserved, considering that within the first few hours of interacting with him, I had answered a call from his boss.

In my defense, it had been fucking hilarious.

He led me to stand in front of him, and out of instinct and habit, I moved forward to kiss him. I never made it to his lips, though. Spencer pushed me aside toward the bed, and I laughed as I leaned over it, making a point of flipping up the back of my skirt.

"I've been bad, Professor," I giggled, turning to glance back at him from the position I had happily assumed without being told.

He had that dark fire in his eyes that usually came before a storm.

He looked like he was ready to break me. I was ready to be broken.

"Are you going to teach me another biology lesson?"

When his hands touched me, they were as tender as ever. He caressed my hips where I had turned the skirt up, hooking his fingers around the waistband of the underwear and casually removing them.

"No, I'm afraid not."

He sounded delighted despite the words he spoke.

"This will be a very different kind of lesson."

Oh, I realized all at once.

"A lesson in discipline?" I inquired, swaying my hips underneath his hands and waiting for confirmation.

The loss of his hand on one side caused anticipation to build. I could hear the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

It was hard to tell which happened first. Instantaneously, his hand came down hard on the soft skin of my backside as he responded, "Yes."

The adrenaline that coursed through my veins in response shook any feelings of fatigue I might have sustained throughout the day. I welcomed his body heat against my back as he leaned forward against me, and used his weight to press me down into his bed.

"Unless you've changed your mind."

"No!" I shouted back much too forcefully before gripping onto the sheets in front of me. "I deserve to be punished, Professor Reid."

He withdrew from me and, within seconds, brought his hand down on me again, that time striking the other side. The snapping sound of the contact was enough to elicit a response. I clamped my legs together and gave a soft mewl. Appreciating my vocal response, the next two hits came in rapid succession. I could feel the warmth building in the skin, the breeze from the motions acted as a buffer for the delicious sting.

He roughly grabbed both cheeks in front of him, for no reason other than wanting to. I groaned at the sensation of the tender flesh being handled, which only led him to release one to smack it once more. He followed with the other, appreciating the balance required of this particular punishment. I wasn't going to stop him. I was happy to continue. But something told me that he was breaching the point of comfort in his own conscience.

He was always so worried he would break me. I couldn't say it wasn't endearing. That didn't stop him from giving each side one more forceful blow, however, which earned him a mangled cry from deep in my chest. His body was against mine again, one of his hands reaching around to tilt my head up, despite not being able to see him. I was beginning to think he just enjoyed manipulating my body at will. To see how far I would let him.

"I think you're starting to get it, (y/n)."

"Yes," I responded, not caring if it didn't make much sense in response.

Despite the fact he'd already finished me twice today, I somehow already wanted him again. Maybe it was the allure of finally being able to fuck him in his own bed, or maybe it was the desire to see him fall apart as a reminder that I'm not the only one desperate for the other's touch.

So quickly he returned to the gentle, barely there traces along my skin.

"Punishment looks good on you," he praised, and something about the way he said it filled me with pride.

"You look good on me, too, sir," I slurred as he continued to draw feathery markings on the abused skin. He chuckled, finally moving up along my back before I interrupted his thoughts and appreciation once more.

"Fuck me," I begged. I wanted him and didn't care how I got it. "Let me help you feel good."

The hands that had inflicted pain moments ago were now gently massaging my shoulders through my top. I sighed, relaxing further into his touch. So easily I had become complacent to his desire. I let him do whatever he wanted, trusting that he would never do anything to truly, honestly hurt me.

"Something tells me you're more interested in making yourself feel good," he asserted — quite correctly.

"Can't we have both?"

His silence told me he was considering my words. I knew that he didn't want to, since that would ruin the whole idea that this was a punishment in the first place. Then again, I didn't think he was fully committed to that idea anyway.

Dragging his hands once more down the plane of my back, he stopped to grip my hips and shift me backwards until I was pressed against him.

"You're lucky you look so fucking cute in that skirt," he growled.

I felt dizzy again already, drowning in the way his bed smelled like him.

"Mmm, I wore it just for you," I admitted, rubbing myself gently against his crotch now pressing into my bottom.

"Smart girl," he responded.

It felt like I was in a dream, to be there with him like that. For a long time, I'd thought I'd never see him again, let alone be laying on his bed.

I could hear him stripping behind me, and I peeked over my shoulder with a modest smile.

Time was not moving fast enough, I thought, but it was also moving too fast. Because as badly as I wanted him to ravish me, I was afraid what would happen when it was over.

I couldn't think about that in that moment, though.

Once he reached into his nightstand, I giggled with anticipation. He raised his eyebrows at me, unable to contain his own laughter.

"Oh, you're happy with yourself, huh?"

"A little bit, yeah."

When he returned to me, his hands were still gentle as they pushed my skirt back up where it had fallen. He revealed my body to himself, and I didn't have to be able to see it to know that my arousal spread down my inner thighs. I had, after all, already had two orgasms before now thanks to the man behind me.

"I'm also pretty happy with you," he whispered as he leaned over me.

With no warning, he fully entered me with one swift thrust. I whimpered at the feeling of him hitting against angered skin, mixed with the pleasure of being full once again. I clutched at the sheets and wished that they were him, wishing that I could somehow be even closer to him than I already was.

"We'll see if you still feel like smiling after I'm done with you."

It was the last thing he said before he began to ruthlessly pound into me. I struggled to scream as loudly as I wanted to, but I couldn't make any noise at all. My body seemed to have relented all control to him within seconds; I didn't put up a single battle. Although his grasp held me in place, I still attempted to cant my hips forward to allow him better access.

My chest and face were warm with friction from rubbing against the bed, and my knuckles were blanched from the force exerted to try and remain grounded. Each movement seemed so purposeful, much like the way he thrashed at my skin with his hand.

"Fuck me," were the first words I managed to string together.

With one forceful thrust, he held me down on him as all the moans I couldn't make previously came pouring out of me. I thought I might actually cry from how overstimulated the day was becoming. Seemingly reading my mind, Spencer pulled out of me entirely. I tried to reorient myself, but he stopped me. Using one hand to grab hold of my arm, he flipped me onto my back beneath him.

I hadn't even realized I was still wearing basically all of my clothes until he had to force my skirt back up again. Missing him between my legs, I began to crave him everywhere else, too. I struggled to pull my shirt over my head.

Spencer didn't stop me, just watching while he playfully rubbed his arousal at my entrance.

"Please, sir," I pleaded once I was finally able to lift my legs. I wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer to me without letting him slip into me just yet.

"Just as impatient and needy as ever, (y/n)."

I chewed on my bottom lip, looking up at him with the puppy dog eyes that had always worked on him up to that point. It must have worked again, because he was sinking back into me before I knew it. My arms spread out across the bed, holding onto whatever I could reach as he set another brutal pace.

Our bodies melding together in a chaotic fusion of skin and fluids, I let myself get lost in the bliss of Spencer Reid laying claim to my body. I threw my head back, my eyes clamped shut as one of his hands came up to caress one of my breasts through my lacy bra.

"With undergarments like this, I have to wonder if you planned this all, young lady," he teased, no doubt referring to the matching underwear now discarded on the floor.

I opened my eyes to meet his, and for a second I was left breathless at the sight of him pumping into me. How I managed to say anything at all is a miracle.

"Never a plan, sir. But always a pleasure."

A flirtatious sparkle in his eyes, he slowed down as he pressed, "Did you wear them for someone else, then?"

The way I arched my back caused him to push even further into me, and I had to pause to moan before I continued.

"Are you jealous?"

His hips snapped forward, producing a simultaneously jolt of pain and pleasure. His voice was breathy as he tried to hold himself together while speaking, "Should I be?"

Our eye contact caused tension so powerful that I was certain it was palpable. A devilish grin and a bit of a snicker was the provocation he needed to drive into me harder once again. I didn't even try to suppress the noises he elicited from me, tightening my grip around him with my legs.

"Take me," I whispered under my breath, almost hoping that he wouldn't hear me.

I couldn't tell if he did, but his hand switched sides of my chest, and our faces grew closer together.

"I'm yours," I slurred. I truthfully hadn't thought about the words when I gifted them to him, but he clearly took note of them. That time, it was his moan that filled the air in the room, and I had never felt so excited by one of his responses. I chased after the feeling, locking eyes with him as both his hands grabbed my hips to begin the race to the finish.

"I'm yours, Spencer."

I didn't stop to wonder if I could play this off as part of the fantasy. I mean, it was part of my fantasy; the fantasy of being his, and him being mine.

He didn't object to my words then, either, and he had definitely heard me that time.

I smiled, barely noticing that he'd placed his fingers back on my heat, swiping frantically at my clit until I lost all composure underneath him. My hips rocked at no apparent rhythm, and distorted versions of his name broke through my mouth.

I hadn't even come down yet when he rammed into me with full force, bottoming out once again. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, followed by my muscles pulling everything out of him that they could.

The view of his satisfied face through my lust-filled daze was angelic. It appeared that he saw the same in me, but I couldn't be sure. Just as quickly as the moment had come, it had passed, his arms giving in to his weight as he collapsed onto my chest.

His hair tickled my collarbones, and I laughed at how incredibly out of shape he was. Especially for an FBI Agent. Even if he did go on the field often, I figured the resident dork didn't need to be totally ripped, anyway.

And, hey, he was strong enough to treat me like a ragdoll, so who was I to judge?

"Tired?" I asked, taking a shaky hand to his head, playing with the soft brown curls damp from sweat.

"You aren't?" he slurred, his words smothered against my skin.

"I am fucking exhausted."

That time, we both laughed. He was clearly pleased that, despite any perceived weakness, he was still able to thoroughly wear me out. When he moved to leave me, I dropped my legs. I was surprised I had managed to hold them until then, honestly.

He fixed his hair that had fallen in his eyes first, and I smiled at the peculiar priority. It was cute, though.

"Do you have to take me home?"

I tried not to let the disappointment bleed into my voice, but it did. He tried not to notice. He didn't answer as he cleaned himself up, and I sat up to look at him — once the world stopped spinning, anyway.

"No."

The butterflies spiraled out of control, spreading through every inch of my soul. I must have been beaming, because he looked so very nervous.

"Thanks."

His response came in the form of an unsure smile, followed by a genuine appreciation.

I briefly wondered if he realized just how transparent he was, but then decided I didn't want to think about it. I excused myself to clean up before bed, taking a long moment to rub my skin with aloe from under the cabinet, only to realize that I had basically nothing clean to wear. I rolled my eyes at the situation, wondering how many red flags it would set off for me to ask Spencer for some of his clothes.

I could just be naked. He seemed to like me that way.

I padded back into the room, expecting him to be waiting up for me. He wasn't. Spencer had passed out on the bed before he even had a chance to get under the covers. I stood at the door for a moment, trying to appreciate the value of this quiet moment while I still could.

Stripping off my clothes as quiet as possible, I was careful not to wake him. However, that also meant I couldn't climb under the covers, either.

It isn't exactly snooping if I'm looking for something innocent, right? That's what I had to tell myself, regardless. Because I was not going to freeze my ass off over a hookup's paranoia. Glancing at the dresser, I almost convinced myself it wouldn't be an invasion of privacy to open it. Luckily, I didn't have to. Directly next to it was a hamper of clean, folded laundry, with a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt on top. While disappointed that I had lost my excuse, I was grateful I had stripped myself of the choice.

He deserved better than me trying to pry into his life like that.

Slipping into his clothes, I stopped to hug myself in the soft fabric. With him asleep, I felt comfortable taking a moment to revel in the position he'd allowed me to exist in. I was in his apartment, in his clothes, and I would soon be back in his arms.

For now.

I chased the inevitable end out of my thoughts, slinking onto the bed and shimmying over to him until his hands found me in his unconscious state. I faced him, my hands pressing softly against his chest to feel his heart happily working under my touch.

His eyes fluttered open for a second, just long enough to see the wonder in my own. A smile crept along his cheeks, and he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

I wondered if he recognized his own clothes, or if he even realized this was real. Then again, the alternative was him assuming that it'd all been a dream... and it was a pleasant one, it seemed.

"I'm happy," he confirmed in a hushed tone.

My heart almost stopped, and I peeked up at him, inching up so I could better see his face. His breathing evened back out as I felt the way he relaxed, quickly retreating back to the comfortable embrace of sleep.

"About what?" I whispered back.

Our legs twined together, and a soft sigh left his lips. I waited with bated breath for his response, although I don't think I could have ever been prepared for what followed.

"I'm happy that you're mine."

... What?

—————————————————

| Part 5 |

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #smut

2K notes · View notes

lee-scribbles-and-doodles · 3 years

Text

S3 Ep1

Haha, I'm in danger

Oooh, the menu screen already has an edgy feel to it wtf

I KNOW this is the season with the angst IDK if I'm ready tbh

Opening narration?

This is so ominous

White Gorilla?

Haha his name sounds like skunkape

Pfft, the boys like him even though he's a tool

There's a cathouse in their prison

The narrator has a very punchable face

Girl Stinky!

Oh? We can play as Max?

Wow, OK, so they just go straight into Max having powers

Wait, is Stinky dating Skunkape?

Not gonna lie, this tutorial is a bit tedious

Harry!

Ew, he's nearly nakey

Aw, Sam hugged Max to teleport

Max is a little too excited to be a bazooka

"Say hello to my little buddy!"

Oh thank God the tutorial is over

This narrator is super fucking pretentious and I want him to shut up

Sam patting Max's head in the opening is cute 🥺

It kind of ruins the surprise factor to have shown us so many of the toys so early tbh

Wait, why can Sam see Max's visions

Skunkape is full of bs

Omg what does this narrator have with actually starting at the beginning 😒

The Commissioner just called to check in I guess

Sam just treats Max developing powers casually

"Toys... toys... we must prepare the toys!" "That's just a typical Friday night for you, Sam!" 👀

"We could just give ourselves tongue baths, like cat and flight attendants do." "Well, OK I guess."

Seriously, how does someone walk away from these games an not realize these two are love interests

I accidentally went into the spaceship early

Oh hey, moleman death.

Also the brain is dead and we need to revive him

Superball!

Sam immediately pulling out his gun when Skunkape gets creepy with Max 🥰

"Does the general want a banana?"

Ok let's go back to the spaceship

Not sure if I like the future vision. I'm not the best at these puzzel type games but I'm worried it'll make it too easy.

Also what does skunkape want with the molemen?

C.O.P.S. are freeloaders now

They don't like Skunkape because he brought advanced technology to earth

Bluster Blaster went to Vegas with Bosco

The demons in the Desoto aren't so bad as long as we "don't turn on the ac."

"Why do we have jumper cables, neither of us know how to use them." "It's simple, Sam! The red cable clamps to the left nipple and the black cable--" "Neither of us know how to use them legally, Max."

Let's got to Stinky's!

Flint Paper us here!

Oooh, it looks different.

"Where do you keep all that change?" "In my sock, of course." "You're naked, where do you keep your sock?" "That's... none of your damn buisness."

"But your the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam." "Gee thanks, Max. ...I think."

Let's talk to... Flint 😍

He just wants to focus on his spaghetti which, y'know, fair

Whoops, I made Sam try to sneak into the kitchen

Pfft ge immediately Blairs Max when he gets caught

Girl Stinky still refusing to call the boys by their names

Ok so the fry cook is missing and she's most likely lying about the power core

Of course we can't just take the demon broth

I missed Grandpa Stinky 👴

Wait, wouldn't Girl Stinky be his daughter, not his granddaughter?

Stinky knows about the space gorillas???

Time to go in the sewers!

Blah, Sybil and Abe are still together 😓

Let's visit Mama Bosco

Ooooh, Sam's scared of Mama Bosco's house

I just realized Sam and Max were the ones to cause her death (it was an accident but still)

Mama Bosco is trying

Sam & Max blipped out existence for a moment 😮

Max is refusing to go through the moleman tunnel

"I miss touching things." "Yeah, touching is my third favorite thing to do to things." *Sam and Mama give him weirded out looks* "In case anyone was curious, the second is licking."

Mama Bosco, honey, Skunkape is clearly evil

Mama basically confirming Max is going to explode. Is that where the angst comes in

Sam deliberately hitting the traffic cone made me laugh

Ok, I think I know what to do

Got the broth

Aw, Girl set herself and Gramps up for relationship councilsing.

Why the heck isn't Girl Stinky's cellphone number showing up!?

Omg I forgot to give Flint the helmet I'm so stupid that's why it didn't show up

Wait is Flint married to someone named Doris?

Flint though Stinky and Sam were in, ugh, "cahoots"

Oh, Doris is his allergy specialist

Ok, I got the battery

Yay, the brain is awake!

Oh, he almost rated us out to Skunkape by accident

Max has "the gift"

Max wants to pee on Skunkape

Superball!!!

"I'm president of the United States, why didn't I hear about it?" "It's explained in books, sir." "Oh, right."

Max holding Superball's hand 😭

Oh, wait can we go in the mole room

It's a giant toaster?

Ew all the mole juice is on the floor

Sam immediately goes to hug Sam for the teleport

"ENJOYING THE RIDE SAM!?"

"Note to self, when traveling through Max's brain, keep your eyes shut!"

I tried traveling to Sybil, it didn't work 😢

Oh, Girl Stinky's cellphone!

Oh, Grandpa Stinky has the badge

He gave all that money to Skunkape???

He's in skunkape's army now... great

Poor Max can't reach Stinky to kill him

Oh wait, I think I know what to do.

Haha suck it Gramps

Aw, Skunkape doesn't appreciate him 😢

Let's go back to Mama Bosco

Oooh, Shiny pidgeon

"It's an engagement ring." "Sam, this is so sudden! I-I don't know what to say!" "Quiet, bonehead!"

Can... Can I use the ring on Max?

I can!

The fact that Sam seriously considers proposing to Max right there has me like 🥺💕

At least they're married in the cartoon 💍

I'm just going to play that cutscene again

The doorgorilla won't let us in let's teleport

Ok then! We got thrown out

Let's use the crimetron

Aw, they named the thingy bobber from the sewer Carol

Oooh Pizza

The pigeon actually ate the phone

"Pick up that phone, Max." "I'm not touching it!" "*sighs*"

Oh cool, I like pawn shops

Sam, honey the fact that you could pick up a manhole cover at all is impressive. Those things can weigh anywhere between 70-300 lbs.

New headcanon that Sam has super strength, he's just oblivious to it

Haha, and I thought the space ape was going to slip on the peel

Oh wait, I think I just figured out how to get rid of the space apes at Momma Boscos

Hahaha gorilla fall on other gorilla

Ew, naked mole man

Max looking adoringly at the toy store

Oh, so this is the part they get kidnapped

Ew, the narrator is back 😕

"You'd be surprised just how many fetishes there are that involve Sam and me."

Oh, so Girl Stinky and Skunkape aren't dating

Skunkape sent her a dick pic?!?!?

Oh wow, he really turned it around on us, huh.

How did they not notice the bomb on Max's back until now

Sam smacked Max and now he's just.... hovering in the air

Well, that was easy to get out of

Mama Bosco saved us sort of

Queen 👑

Oh Momma, you crazy inventor

Oh, so we're turning their building into an alternate dimension

"You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me. It's getting annoying." "If you don't like it then stop looking so damned tasty."

Molemam cultists

The boys' first instinct upon seeing a creepy box is to pull a pandora

Max pointing and laughing as Skunkape gets sucked away is everything

Ew Narrator is back again

Skeleton Sam and Max????

#general skun-ka'pe #lee plays sam and max #sam and max freelance police #sam & max #sam and max #freelance husbands #sam & max freelance police #freelance police #girl stinky #mama bosco #grandpa stinky #agent superball

29 notes · View notes

angrypedestrian · 3 years

Text

THE TIME IDIOTS EPISODE 603 TITLED “NBC, Fox, AND Eurovision (just in case) are calling their lawyers as we speak” MY THOUGHTS:

Previously on the CW presents Warner Brothers subsidiary DC Entertainment’s Legends of Tomorrow: goo =(

This week: what is, from my understanding, basically Catherynne Valente’s Space Opera??? Regardless: =)

She should also have her lawyer on call, just in case

SPEAKING of which, Eurovision is THIS WEEK. I highly recommend rooting for the Weird Teens From Iceland

I watch this live over air anddddd there is no sound coming through L O L

Also doing a sort of robocop thing too huh? i guess the lawsuit fees were just built into the budget orrrrr

AND we have sound

DO YOU THINK WE CAN AFFORD THE BUZZCOCKS TOO WHO DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE

(but also this is one of the all time great rock songs fuck you show, and fun fact for those that don’t know, much like ol jonno, buzzcocks front man pete shelly was also bi!)

lets be real 4 phones is too many phones

lololololol well that is kind of a yoga retreat

wow rip dj s’more money

girl u don’t have to go to that funeral, you’d get so much more engagement if you didn’t if you think about it!!

Nate saying what we’re all thinking on that front. here’s hoping Da Throne keeps TV Grim Reaper in business that long

caity doing some real Acting here isn’t she hoo boy

oh please john can’t play guitar

NBC def has grounds to sue now with them barging in on Young Rock’s The Rock is president beat

this host man really not hiding his robot fucker fetish?? i do not think even network tv would allow that in 2045

i know they will defeat the robotman, but what if instead he learned....to love??

finally a young woman on this ship who doesn’t immediately want to climb mick like a tree.

mick: finally. fucking...finally

man robots are fuckin dumb

oooohh rude to mess up behrad’s feng shui

i really do wanna know how much more money WB gave them this year because these alien outfits, the CGI, so many sets??? like they gotta be working with at least $100 an ep now

also really shocked Leslayyy has survived this long. i hope she makes it through the end of the season

ALWAYS Z

ALWAYS

very excited for all my zava friends out there. your time to shine

lololol VEGAS ACT.

tala ashe needs to be making at least a million dollars an episode!!!

every time i have to see promo for Walker an angel loses its wings and falls straight down to hell

Honestly give the title to neon thrills, sorry zari

this gay man host definitely has something evil going on right?

ohhhhh tala needs at least 5 million for this episode

All I can think of is Sad Beyonce while she sings this very bad song

which is not Tala’s fault!! but is IS bad

honestly why is this sara and gary subplot happening. they’re fun together but it is just so incongruous with whatever else is happening

NO BAD. BAD ALIEN TONGUE TENTACLE THING

but still love this planet of Pink Vancouver

aw c’mon guys you can’t do the Location Full Of Avas thing TWICE

Nate and Behrad are too powerful and gay. i love this for them

i love that everyone thinks john is basically david blaine, except somehow worse

awwwwww maman

ZARI NO BAD ZARI YOU LOVE THAT DAVID BLAINE MAN

lololol yeah you do kinda look like criss angel lol

also put a shirt on john

love that nate and behrad went yes john this is a titty out look

you can’t use john’s kicky harpsicord music during a sad time!!! rude

awwww poor jonno

zari punch the s’more man in the face

honestly love the robotman at this point

and i still cannot get over the alien queen lady being named...Kayla?

good job lita being at college or whatnot. and awwww poor mick

....is Leslayyy an alien. or do people in 2045 just materialize? either seems plausible

well glad robotman’s society is far more advanced than ours

That’s right behrad!!! you get to hurt the s’more man first!

honestly you can’t prove nate wasn’t dj s’more money the whole time

i also hope whoever played robotman made a million dollars this episode they are KILLING IT

zari if you have learned one thing you should have learned by now that john always picks the WORST time for EVERYTHING

zari i want you to say yes but also if you do you WILL die because that’s just how it works with john

tala ashe singing the buzzcocks????? content for me?????? FOR ME??????

justice for neon thrills honestly why we didn’t get at least a one off lines from those kids they seem fun

and i am sure it goes without saying, but the Neal McDonough Memorial Can Get It Awards absolutely goes to Zari and John

also lol we can also afford rickenbackers on this show? this is how you KNOW legends has money now

who are these virtual audience members?? did i miss some sort of contest?

THEY’RE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND

what the fuck....is this fucking thing. i swear to christ if you turn this into another beebo

no spooner’s right shoot it

HELL YEAH RORY GOOD JOB

It’s literally.....Kayla

Just.....Kayla

what

oh shit this is tala’s husband right?

good for her

Next week: oh no....legends does geopolitics....again

#legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow spoilers #kayla????????#the time idiots #my thoughts as i have them

35 notes · View notes

secondhand-trash · 3 years

Text

Ms @creepyviolet , this is a notice to you from the secondhand match making agency regarding your match under our holiday kissing booth branch. We are glad to inform you that our client, Mr Shigaraki Tomura, found you the least intolerable among all applicants and we have arranged for you two to meet according to the plans our client submitted. Please be waiting be waiting at the entrance of the Tunnel of Love of the rundown carnival. Your date will be waiting for you.

First things first, you felt a need to tell whoever your date was that “least intolerable” was not the compliment he thought it was.

And when you saw the man who was waiting by the neon sign of the cheesy carnival ride that already had a few bulbs went out of glow, you just raised your brows at the deceny for him to flip through everyone’s profile to find all of them intolerable.

Please, he better had something real impressive up his sleeve if he wanted to call people intolerable while literally dressing in a loose t-shirt that looked like he pulled it out of the bottom of his closet and unfit pants.

“Huh, you’re here,” his voice was much smoother than you had imagined, his eyes barely stopping at your face before he looked away, “let’s go, I was annoyed by all the people around acting all cutesy while waiting.”

The loud crack of the ride starting did not ease the pounding beat in your chest as you sat there on the small, swan-shaped boat that already faded in colour, trying your mostest to fold yourself as small as you could. Your date did not make a man effort to close up the gap between you two, staring blankly ahead as you slowly entered the tunnel.

It was... tacky, to put it nicely. The headache at your pulse only increased at the cheesy music played. There were puppets all along the ride which you could imagine being cute and romantic perhaps a good several decades ago. But now, after years of neglectance and just being out of style, the dolls looked like it stepped straight out of a Stephen King novel.

And the couple on the boat just slightly ahead of yours was starting to make your skin crawl.

“Ahhh! This is so scary!”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you!”

God, what idiots.

“Morons.”

You glanced up at the grunt from the man next to you, blinking as he stared shamelessly at the couple who snapped around at his unabashed snigger.

He did not look away as they glared, until they slowly backed away under his unbothered gaze, and it took you all your might to hold back from laughing at the sheer discontent on their face.

➽───────────────❥

Playlist of your relationship

The “true love means I’ll make sure you won’t have to see people you don’t like in your view ever again” playlist

Sick On Seventh Street — Sarah and the Safe Word

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) — Nico Vega

I Want To Be Evil — Eartha Kitt

Sweet Dreams, TN — The Last Shadow Puppet

My Kind of Woman — Mac DeMarco

➽───────────────❥

Some oddly specific facts about your relationship that might make you go “wha...”

His dietary habits are bad, but they got significantly worse when you enter the picture because now there’s someone to be in solidarity with him on just being unbalanced

He accidentally rage incinerated a controller once after you shoved him off a bridge in Mario cart, to which you reply with the ugliest snort you had ever managed out of your mouth

His clothes are surprisingly comfortable to wear while lounging around, even though you might find holes where there shouldn’t be holes

➽───────────────❥

Your receipt

➽───────────────❥

Thank you for employing the services of secondhand kissing booth. If you haven’t already, please go and hang around the other booths of the Spaghettown Holiday Market. We assure you that it’ll bring you the holiday cheer you might just be looking for right now with our fun activities!

#secondhand kissing booth #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader

92 notes · View notes

adamarks · 5 years

Text

If one more person says simon snow should lose his wings i’m gonna lose my goddamn mind: a meta

Alright you guys, I’ve had ENOUGH. Simon cannot lose his wings unless you want him to break up with Baz, and this is why.

Let’s start with Baz.

This analysis is obviously Simon-based, and yes i’ll get there, but first we need to look at the biggest key we’ve been given to what Simon’s wings could possibly mean subtextually and metaphorically for the story at large. That key is: Baz’s vampirism.

Baz being a vampire is constantly compared to/mentioned in tandem with his queerness in Carry On. In his first chapters, what are the three most important traits that we learn about him?

he’s a drama queen

he’s a vampire

he’s hopelessly in love with simon snow

If you boil his character down until he’s basically just a stick figure, that’s what he is: an over dramatic vampire in love with Simon Snow.

We’ve all read the books, we all know this, and we all know he’s much more than that. What of it?

What’s important is that Baz’s vampirism is treated almost the exact same as his homosexuality.

Hiding it from everyone, being ashamed of it, knowing what you are but being terrified of it. His dad being “definitely more disappointed in my queerness than my undeadness.”

I mean, holy shit, let’s look at this bit in Carry on from Chapter 51:

“I think if I got married, to a girl from a good family, my father wouldn’t even care that I’m queer. “

This scene really hits, because how many times have you wondered “What if I was straight? Maybe this thing wouldn’t be as bad?” “What if i was just a straight poc?” “What if I was only gay and not trans?” “What if I was only disabled and not gay on top of it?” What if, what if, what if. Would my life be easier? you wonder. Would I get hurt less? Would people treat me better?

If Carry On is about self-realization, then Wayward Son is about the struggle of self-acceptance.

Baz going to Las Vegas and meeting Lamb probably seemed familiar for some of you people that are LGBT+. It’s how you feel when you’re from a small town and you go to a big city like New York or Orlando or LA for the first time and you see gay people all around you. Flamboyantly gay! Gay people holding hands! Gay people kissing! Trans people that don’t fit the gender norms! Older trans ladies just walking down the street!

It’s exciting, it’s exhilarating. Your baby-gay brain is so confused because no one’s giving them dirty looks. They don’t look nervous or ashamed. Is this allowed?

The party in the penthouse is glamorous and beautiful and alluring and none of the humans there are scared or look like they’re in real danger. It’s because they aren’t. None of those vampires are there to kill people.

This is where Baz’s fear of his own nature comes in. Let’s hear it for all you homosexuals in the crowd that are/have been terrified of being predatory. Of turning the gender you’ve been told all of your life you’re not supposed to want into pieces of meat. You feel ashamed for wanting physical intimacy. You feel wrong for wanting emotional intimacy.

Lamb is the older gay that you meet/learn about/watch on youtube or whatever that makes you learn that no, you’re not inherently evil. Lamb is the queer history, the queer movies, the queer people that you discover that make you learn that “no, i’m not bad. I’m not broken. I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful.”

Baz thinking the sight of Lamb drinking that guy’s blood being alluring and beautiful is crucial to his arc. Baz needs to see that all of him is beautiful.

So homosexuality = Baz being a vampire? How in the flying fuck does this have anything to do with Simon?

Remember, Baz is our key. His struggles have been happening since book one. Simon just gained his “creature” status at the end of Carry On. He’s new to this. Which means we’re new to the subtext. Which means: let’s dive on into the next big point.

Our Big Bisexual Boy

Whatever label you choose to use for Simon is up to you. As long as we all agree he likes more than one gender then it’s whatevs. I’m going to be using the word bisexual for this meta, though.

We’re all well aware that Simon is Struggling with his bisexuality in this book.

“I still haven’t sorted out whether I’m still attracted to women or whether I ever was, or whether I’m some kind of Baz-only-sexual. But the cleavage at this place is abundant, and I’m not mad about it.”

(taken from chapter 21)

Like....... y’know. We know. It’s... we get it.

The important part of that quote is that it’s at the Ren Faire. The Ren Faire is the first time Simon’s had his wings out in public since god-knows-when, if ever. This is also the first time he really considers kissing Baz in the book. Kissing Baz in Public.

Any of you that have been to Pride probably got a little bit of the warm fuzzies during this scene. The faire brought back such deep memories of my first pride it was a little bit emotional. I talked to random people, people ran around in rainbow outfits. There was body paint! Stupid hats! Weird dye jobs! The classic pride-flag-as-a-cape look! I talked to so many people and

“Everyone here is so friendly.”

(also taken from chapter 21)

Everyone was so nice to me.

Baz feels right at home; Simon is all smiles. The only one not having a blast is Penny and she’s (I’m sorry, Penny) the token straight friend in these books.

I don’t know how Rainbow did it, but she made me relive my first pride through Simon, and I’ll never not be grateful for that.

“Today I’m someone else entirely. Today I’m just a bloke with fake red wings.”

The Pride/Ren Faire parallels were pretty obvious, but I wanna get a little further into the whole “wings = being bisexual” thing.

We’ve established with Baz that being a magical creature or whatnot is Gay, but while Baz is fully magical, Simon’s “half-normal.” Kind of. It’s a weird situation there but half-normal works for the argument.

“’Smells like dragon... but also smells like iron. Another abomination!’”

(chapter 35)

Now the word “abomination” is really fucking unfortunate in this context, but biphobia exists so idk man. I’m gonna start talking in gay/straight terms and I absolutely know bisexuality isn’t half-gay half-straight but we’re talking in metaphors and i’ll tie it together at the end so just stick with me, okay?

He’s part dragon, part Normal (kind of). Simon’s not like Baz where he’s absolutely, 100% a vampire. He has traits of dragons and humans. This is why it’s so bad that he hates his wings half the time. They are part of him. They may not be “normal” and he may have to hide them, but he can’t just cut off the gay part. Our queerness doesn’t define us, but it’s a defining feature.

Penny says she wouldn’t be her if she wasn’t a mage. Simon wouldn’t be Simon if he wasn’t bi.

The mistake Simon and almost everyone else makes during this book is that they think of his wings as these separate entities. There is no gay part and straight part of Simon Snow. All of him is Simon. From the tips of his toes to the tops of his wings, all of him is Simon. He might’ve discovered this part of himself during a tragic point in his life, but that doesn’t mean it has to be something bad. It doesn’t have to be something tainted.

Sometimes you discover things about yourself during the hardest moments of your life. When you’re already down in the dirt, beaten and bruised, sometimes a mirror is put in front of you and you realize something. You realize you’re trans. You realize you’re gay. And sometimes you resent those realizations because they came to you at the worst possible time. “This is just one more thing on my plate,” you think.

This series is about reclaiming the things that where taken from you by the ones that hurt you.

Simon’s going to have to learn to love his wings, because even though they remind him of something that hurts-- hurts more than anything-- they’re part of him. They are him, as much as the rest of his body is. Simon’s going to have to forgive himself, and learn to love himself for all that he is.

Because all that he is is beautiful.

We all know it; it’s time for him to understand that.

All right, bitches. Let’s get to the bit we all REALLY care about. this is the one that really fucks me up my dudes. Because it’s Brutal. But anyways here we go.

His wings are the Big Baz Love

What are the two things that Simon’s considering cutting off in this book?

“That’s what I’m going to say when I break up with Baz.”

“Dr. Wellbelove said he could remove the wings. And the tail. Whenever I’m ready.”

(Chapter 2, Epilogue)

Yikes!

My guys..... Simon and Baz don’t kiss unless Simon’s wings are out.

I truly do not understand how some of you are out here saying Simon’s gonna lose his wings I really don’t. It’s stressful. I’m stressed. Ms. Rainbow Rowell, you have me stressed.

His Wings! Are! His Love!

On Love’s Light Wings!

Goatman dances his nasty little fingers all over the bridge that is Baz’s ass? Wings out, uses his tail to help kill the guy. Lamb is hitting on Baz too much?

“’Spell my wings off.’”

(Chapter 45)

In the airport, when a lady is giving them the “don’t be gay” stink eye he immediately checks to make sure his tail is hidden.

Baz can’t spell his wings off, guys.

Baz can’t spell his wings away.

“’Snow needs you to cast your angel spell on him. I hid his wings for breakfast, but they’re still there.’“

(Chapter 19)

In Chapter 41, the biggest kiss scene we get, Simon wraps his wings around Baz to hold him. He’s embracing him in his love guys. Guys.

Have you people noticed how i’m suddenly less articulate? It’s because i’m in crisis. Set me on fire I wouldn’t notice. I’ve been living with this terrible knowledge.

The first scene we finally see them kiss is after the scene at the Ren Faire when Simon’s wings are finally out and he finally got to fly.

“Simon catches up with me and traps me against the car. He’s kissing me before I see it coming.”

Simon is so dtf in this scene Penny throws a water bottle at them, and it hits him in the wing.

“’So hot,’ Simon Says. ‘Got to see you fight without picking a fight with you myself.’

Bunce throws a plastic bottle over my shoulder, and it smacks Simon in the wing.”

(Chapter 22)

She had to smack him right in the love for him to calm down, my dudes, my guys. Do you realize how hard it was for me to annotate this goddamn book with this knowledge? Every. Single. Time. Simon stretches a wing or flaps them around it’s about Baz. It gets to the point where you have to put the book down or you’re gonna explode.

Simon’s wings are always out around Lamb. He’s jealous as hell and he hates that motherfucker’s guts. The only real injuries Simon sustains in this book are to his wings and they’re almost always when Baz gets hurt too.

When did Simon get his wings? Only a day after he first kissed Baz.

Simon’s love for Baz is so big and so obnoxious he can’t hide it. His wings and tail have spikes, because that’s all Simon knows. He’s rough around the edges, he’s been hurt, he’s been used.

He’s never been in love before.

His love is spiky; it’s loud. It’s hotrod red and you can’t miss it when it’s out. Baz can’t see it, because Simon’s tucked it away. He hasn’t flown with it. He hasn’t wrapped it around Baz in so long. He doesn’t know how to handle a love this big, where to put it, when to unfurl it.

Simon gets jealous. He gets scared. He’s insecure. He wants so dearly to finally give to someone instead of feeling like he’s just giving in. Like he’s still just taking from Baz.

What do you do with wings?

How do you find somewhere safe to fly?

The Resolution.

I said earlier that if Carry On is a story of self-discovery, Wayward Son is a story of self-acceptance.

Simon has to love himself, and learn that his love for Baz is a good thing. As he accepts himself (and his dragon powers evolve go read my dragon simon meta it’s good.) he’s going to start to shine.

This is a story being told to us with nothing but love. This is a story about a boy that’s his own worst enemy-- as all of us often are. It’s so scary to accept our wings. It’s so scary to accept our fangs. Especially when they’ve come out of such a hideous occurrence.

We need to accept these dark times and acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, we were made more beautiful because of them. Maybe the light we give after we’ve been in darkness is more vibrant, because we know how scary the dark is. The things that happened to us were horrible, and hideous, and terrifying, but we aren’t. We’re different from how we were before, but we’re still beautiful.

Simon Snow is going to accept himself.

Simon Snow is going to accept his past.

Simon Snow is going to finally, finally tell Baz he loves him.

And for the first time, Simon Snow is going to see that he’s beautiful.

If you’ve liked this meta you should also check out this one where i explain how they’re finally gonna get their relationship together. Also the one about the scarf

Special thank you to @singerofsimplesongs for listening to me howl and screech about this damn thing.

Tagging some people that might be interested!

@neck-mole @watfordwallflower @carrybits @theflyingpeach @fight-surrender @shitty-posty-times @wisest-girl @slaying-fictional-dragons @gucciglitzy

#carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #Penelope Bunce #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #tyrannus basilton pitch #wayward son spoilers #meta #wayward son meta #carry on meta #this will end in flames #agatha wellbelove

4K notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs