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Someone needs to tell tim about relationship-baiting because no it's not really queerbaiting but if he didn't/doesn't intend on going anywhere with how he wrote them, it could feel like relationship-baiting to fans. Especially now that he's going a different way even though he *could* go with buddie on abc. He knows exactly if he gave a definite no on buddie, a lot of people would stop watching. So him saying hey I gave you those scenes just to make you happy felt... :/ not good. He has every right to do what he wants with his characters but yeah that was a weird thing to say
okay, I am absolutely not trying to be mean here, but this is such a stupid way of looking at it.
1) relationship baiting? could've gone that way? we got bi Buck confirmed after 7 seasons. I'm sorry if that's not a good enough of a story for you, because it doesn't involve being attracted to Eddie. it is strategically and storytelling-wise more expandable, interesting and provides a better base for an eventual buddie storyline if that's the direction they want to go into than getting them together straight off the bat.
we got authentic, good bi rep without having the character feminised to fit a stereotypical queer role on TV. it's a huge fucking deal. so what if you have to wait for buddie a bit longer? does that mean it's never gonna happen? cuz how is that baiting if that's what we get in the long run?
and even if we don't get it, it's not bait to show two male friends being close after spending about 100+ hours a week together and going through trauma after trauma together. it doesn't have to be romantic. it can be. it doesn't have to be.
2) wanting to make the fans happy by giving them their most favourite guys finally hanging out and having fun and giving moments of them being so close again? yeah, I don't see how that's weird, I'm sorry. Tim knows we love them and that we love to see them together; giving us scenes with them is a kindess on his part and is clearly something that makes fans happy, if not being able to see a single scene of 2-minute of them singing was enough to warrant actual death threats??
Tim is out there doing something for the fans and you guys are crying about it and poking holes at his words. this is why we're not getting shit. and ngl if people get louder and meaner, I full on won't blame Tim to not go there with buddie at all, cuz why would he reward that behaviour?
watch the show. enjoy what we get cuz we've been getting A LOT of good stuff this season. major television history stuff actually. we are renewed for another season. stop rushing shit. if the story goes there, it'll be because it'll make sense. just be grateful for once, I beg.
#and this isn't even mentioning the fact that eddie is allowed to have time to figure out his own sexuality before getting with buck#if that's the plan - which for the record i still think it is#allow them to breathe and get back on track there are a lot of things to untangle before we get there#getting little treats like the bachelor party along the way? that should make you happy not go 'uhm actually why aren't together yet'#please#buddie#911#911 abc#ask#anon
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I've noticed something in the discussion around Gerard Way and trans identity that I am officially fed the fuck up with. While talking about Gerard's outfits from the second leg of the tour, people love to use use the line "clothes ≠ gender" as a gotcha for those of us who are keen to the fact that they aren't cis. This pisses me off for three main reason plus a fourth mini reason that's more of a history blurb than anything else.
Before we start anything, Gerard has been out as not cis for the better part of 8(!) years now. To not acknowledge that is doing them a disservice. Some of you have purposely chosen to ignore that fact. Right out the gate that's fucked up. Ok now we can proceed.
First off, you're right. Clothes do not, in fact, equal gender. I know this, and it sounds like you'd like me to believe that you know this. So forgive me for being a little confused when you go on anon after they're photographed wearing what you dub to be "masculine clothing" (i.e. anything that's not a skirt/dress with heels) and tell me I'm an idiot for implying that they aren't a cisgender man.
Secondly, the concept that clothes don't equal gender in only true to us very recently. If you think that Gerard Way, a 45 year old ex-Catholic Gen-X'er who grew up in an wildly conservative suburb of north New Jersey doesn't have a different relationship between clothing and gender than you, a 14-to-20-something year old who hasn't closed tiktok in three days and averages 0.3 minutes of critical thinking per week, then you're extremely delusional and self-centered. People are socialized in entirely different ways. As humans, our experiences are not in any way universal. What doesn't mean anything to you means everything to someone else. Maybe you don't equate femininity with skirts and dresses, but I guarantee you a 45 year old who has openly struggled with gender identity their entire life does in some capacity. This is not a bad thing.
Thirdly is that in your attempt to sound as woke and morally upright as possible, you're unintentionally (or intentionally, seeing as a considerable number of you are terfs,) discrediting and invalidating the way someone experiences gender euphoria because you personally don't get it. Gerard Way has only ever said "I don't use labels" in response to people implying that they're cishet. If your first reaction to seeing someone who could even potentially identify under the transfem umbrella experiencing visible gender euphoria in a dress is to say "oh well clothes don't equal gender, so I'm going to assume that he's a man in a dress until he explicitly outs himself", then congratulations! You're transphobic. Because that's the thing. When you use the rhetoric of clothes ≠ gender in that context, it becomes crystal clear you don't actually care about trans people. You just want to sound like the smartest person in the room. And you're willing to throw GNC trans people under the bus in order to achieve that goal.
I think people have forgotten big time that "don't assume my gender" originally meant "don't assume I'm cis", because now the way people interpret the rhetoric (don't assume my gender, clothes ≠ gender, I don't use labels, etc.,) and use it to prove a point only use it as if to say "it's inherently wrong and creepy to identify and acknowledge when people aren't cis. Cis is the default and the only safe assumption. Anything else is offensive and crossing a major boundary" and you can tell it's because they view transness as an insult to someone's character. We have to, collectively, stop viewing transness as an allegation you either have to beat or bear with. Alongside that, we have to stop assuming cisness.
#mcr#gerard way#gerard gender wars#Gerard gender wars ii#I could say more and get meaner but I won't. for now.
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Jade I’ve been WAITING and HOPING for you to ask about spider verse and/or Miguel requests. He is the epitome of grumpy love interest falls for sunshine reader, would you maybe write something where he’s like in the midst of being scary and intimidating and then when reader walks in he is trying to maintain that image in front of whoever else is there but she just like totally ignores it and basically exposes how soft he is?
Obviously feel free to take or leave whatever parts of that you like I just love grumpy x sunshine
SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE BELOW
thank you for your request! for you my love, grumpy (lovesick) miguel x sunshine spidergirl!reader, 1.5k
Miguel spends a lot of time arguing with Peter B. Parker, or as you've so fondly nicknamed him, Sweatpants-Man. Well, Miguel spends a lot of time yelling at him. It stopped for a while; Peter B. Parker took some time away from the Spider Society, but eventually he returned with a brand new spider. A baby girl.
You linger at the door, startled to find him in company, but pleased when he isn't yelling as loudly as he could be. He looks desperately as though he wants to shout, and is holding back through sheer force of will, his eyes widened and his hair falling in unruly waves over his forehead, strands of it curled into his eyes.
Miguel is a worrier. It isn't his fault. He's a great man with responsibilities beyond his control, and he may not always react how he should, but he tries his best. You don't agree with everything he does, but you like him. You adore him. For all of his goodness, his bravery, and the smile he gives you when you're alone.
He's clearly troubled by something.
"I don't really see the harm, I won't tell him a thing," Peter B. Parker says.
"Why do you refuse to listen to me? No. End of discussion."
"I think we should reopen the discussion," Peter B. Parker says.
He and Miguel are friends, you think. They would have been best buddies by now if Peter could abide by Miguel's rules. Then again, you ignore the rules often and indiscriminately, and Miguel likes you.
He's scraping his hair out of his eyes now, a fierce glare fixed on Peter's face, and you have the urge to go in there and try to persuade him to give Peter whatever it is he's asking for. You're almost certain you could do it.
Not through your sheer mastery of the persuasive arts, though you have mastered them, but because Miguel O'Hara has a soft spot for you. He tries to hide it and you refuse to let him. You haven't tried to kiss him or anything (you secretly aren't that brave) but you run circles around him for fun, only letting him boss you around every now and then to keep things loose. You could be much meaner about the whole thing: what is so humiliating as falling for your lackadaisical subordinate? But you don't hold it against him, because he likely isn't finished falling yet, and because you really do like him.
You pull your mask off of your face and then your gloves, shoving them into a concealed pocket on your thigh.
"Miguel," you murmur, knowing he'll hear you no matter the volume, "what's wrong?"
Miguel doesn't glance your way.
Peter B. Parker's shoulders sag in relief at your appearance. "Thank god you're here," he says.
You hadn't realised Peter knew who you were. "I'm here," you repeat mildly.
"Tell Miguel that the risk involved with visiting Earth-1610 is super, duper small."
"Well, it is negligible," you murmur, though Peter's quest isn't your prerogative.
Miguel groans loud and unapologetically.
You stand near Miguel and look up at him. He's ridiculously tall. You’d have to crane your neck if you stood at his feet. You maintain some distance and look him over from a gentler incline, cataloguing the dark circles under his eyes for the hundredth time. They don't look too bad today, but you wish he'd get more rest.
He has a very fierce face, but you know how it softens when he laughs. It's hard to find his glaring intimidating when you've witnessed the white flash of sharp teeth as he smiles, the way his eyes light up and his eyebrows relax from their stern set when you bring him something to eat on late nights. It's almost always smothered as soon as it happens, but it does happen.
"The risk involved is not super small," he says, still not looking at you, "the risk involved is actually incredibly big, and it isn't worth it."
Peter puts his arms out just as Mayday drops from the rafters above. You huff a laugh at his coordination and Mayday starts to laugh, her knitted beanie drooping into her eyes.
"Hi, baby," you say softly, reaching out to hold her hand. She squeezes your fingers.
"It's worth the risk. Absolutely, it's worth the risk, and I would argue that me visiting would actually strengthen the state of the multiverse–"
"In what scenario–"
"–and, like, make your job easier." Peter stops Mayday from climbing up your shoulder.
"If there's one thing you've never done, Peter, it's make my job easier. I can't believe you're asking me again," Miguel says, taking a big breath, like he's going to pop.
You step away from Peter to catch Miguel's attention. When his eyes lock onto yours, you smile as fondly as you're able, the kind of smile you know he likes. Your eyes widen just a touch and your eyebrows rise, the corners of your mouth not quite dimpling. It's a smile that says all the same stuff you love to say aloud. Hi, handsome. What's got you so stressed today?
"Don't be like that, Miguel," Peter says.
You tilt your head to one side. "You don't look very well," you say.
"I'm fine." There's a thread of gentleness there, almost indistinguishable from his serious tone. "Or I would be, if Peter would listen to me for once."
"I'm listening, man, I just think you should see sense."
Miguel's face flickers like he wants to correct him, but he keeps getting caught on you. Nothing specific, just that his gaze lands on your face or your shoulder or your arm before he looks at Peter, and all the steam rushes out of him. He’s trying not to smile at you.
"I see sense," Miguel insists. It's like he wants to be angrier than he has, gritting his teeth weakly. "It's not feasible right now."
You smile at that. Right now. You're not sure he's ever said something that could lead to a compromise. You are sure that he hadn't meant to. Peter is understandably thrilled, hiding his own smile as he puts Mayday back into her carrier.
"Alright. Well, I've gotta take her home. But I'll see you both again soon," Peter threatens, wiggling his eyebrows. "Thank you," he adds, nodding at you.
You laugh as he leaves. Miguel is nowhere near as pleased.
"You did that on purpose," Miguel says.
"I did what on purpose?"
"Coming in here."
"Yeah, of course. I come to see you all the time on purpose. Did you think I was drifting in here on the breeze? That would be difficult, considering." You gesture to the entrance of his office, which is far from easily accessible.
Miguel looks at you, unimpressed, with his hands on his hips. You wonder what it would take to make him put his hands on yours.
"Don't even think about it," he says.
"About what, handsome?"
"You think I don't know what that look means?" He sounds fond rather than angry. It's a win.
"I bet you know, but I'm in the dark, so if you'd… illuminate it for me, that would be greatly appreciated."
He checks that no one's about to enter his office. You feel your heart jerk in your chest, and if his super senses are anything like the other Spider People, he can hear it.
"You really can't come in here when I'm trying to set people straight," he says.
"Why?" you ask. You could pout at him, but you think that might be too much.
"You know why." Somewhere between words he drifts closer, soundless, his face inching down toward yours with a surprising swiftness. "You know why," he repeats.
You lift your chin as much as you dare, which isn't much, but enough that your giggly confirmation fans over his lips, "Yes, I do."
He nudges you away, and it isn't without affection. His warm, big hand lingers on your shoulder, even as he says, "Go, go do something."
"Miguel, I came to see you."
"I know, and I have a meeting with Jess in a minute, so you can't be here. It'll undermine my authority."
"What will?" you ask, smiling, because you already know. His fondness for you.
"Go away. Come and see me later," he says.
You sigh and spin away from him. "I will, but not because you told me to!" you call, leaving the office with an awful sense of victory.
Miguel scrubs his face with his hands as you go. He's really not sure what he's going to do with you. His plan to hold you at arm’s length isn’t working anymore, and honestly? He doesn’t think he could stand it a minute longer. Thank whoever’s watching over him that you actually do as he asks for once and leave.
Miguel was one sweet smile away from kissing you up against the wall.
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The Clap | Tommy Shelby
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader
Request: No.
Warnings: Swearing. False accusations. People spreading rumours. For the sake of the fic there is some slight Lizzy bashing.
Word Count: 1,325
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Tommy sat enraged as he watches Y/N sitting at a table in the centre of the restaurant, laughing and smiling while having dinner with a man he's never met before. He is having a dinner meeting with a potential ally in an up and coming business deal and couldn't afford for anything to go wrong. But through out the meal he couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. He hasn't seen her since before she left Small Heath a month ago. She looks absolutely beautiful in the royal blue silk and beaded dress she's wearing. It's the same dress she wore when he first took her to the races. It looked so good on her that he spent a majority of the day watching her instead of the horses.
To say he is jealous of the man in her company would be the understatement of the century. He didn't often get jealous and when he did, he could hide it in his stoic expression and thinly veiled threats. But he couldn't deny his jealousy in this moment. He was jealous that it is no longer him sitting across from her, making her laugh and smile. He was jealous that it wouldn't be him taking her home tonight.
Before he can stop himself, he's excusing himself from the table, ignoring the confused looks the potential ally was directing towards him, and walked over to the table Y/N was sat at with her date. Her look of shock didn't deter him either. "You don't want this one, mate."
"Tommy!" she gasps, her eyes filled with confusion, anger and bewilderment.
"And why's that?" the man replies standing up from his seat, not thinking about who he is standing up to. He's a good few inches taller than Tommy but the Shelby man isn't the slightest bit intimidated. He's dealt with taller and meaner looking blokes than Harold before.
"She's beautiful to look at, but that's as far as it goes, trust me," Tommy's eyes dart towards her, taking in how beautiful she looks even when she looks like she's about to kill him, before looking back at the man in front of him. "Because she has the clap."
Y/N's eyes grow wide with shock and rage as the patrons around them start to murmur to each other. Her cheeks heat up with embarrassment as angry tears build up in her eyes.
"Fuck you, Thomas Shelby!" Y/N shouts at him and storms away from her date and the Peaky Blinder. She walks as hastily as she can away from the restaurant wanting to get as far away from Tommy and the embarrassment she is now feeling.
But God wasn't on her side tonight because Tommy quickly caught up with the angry woman. "Y/N, wait!"
"I've had enough of your shit, Thomas!" she growls as she continues walking, "I never want to see or speak to you again!"
Tommy stops her by grabbing her arm and turning her to face him, his face remaining calm but she could see the agitation in his eyes. He wasn't going to let whatever was bothering him alone. She's going to hear about it, whether she wants to or not.
"You end our relationship so you can go on dates with other men?" Tommy glares at his former love.
She glares back, not believing what he was saying. This wasn't like Tommy at all. He's making a fool out of himself as people found what's going on between them more entertaining than what they were doing.
"You're the one who ended our relationship when you went and fucked Lizzie Stark," she says smacking him in the chest with her handbag, when he wouldn't let go of her arm. "I told you Thomas, the one thing I won't tolerate is you fucking cheating on me!"
Y/N was born to two parents who didn't love each other. They'd been forced to marry because of an unexpected pregnancy but neither of her parents wanted to end it officially. She watched many women as well as men come into her home as both parents had their fair share of affairs. Y/N didn't want to end up like them, she refused proposals from decent men because she was afraid of becoming her mother and marrying someone like her father. But from the moment she met Thomas Shelby, everything shifted. She fell head over heels for the intelligent and dashing but sometimes stupid Birmingham gangster. She opened up to him more than she did with anyone else. It was the same for him. The two found solace within each other as well as a peace that they never found before.
And then it all ended a month ago, when she heard rumours that Tommy had spent a few hours in the company of the local whore, Lizzie Stark. When Y/N went to confront Lizzie, the tall woman gave her a triumphant look proud that she had come between Birmingham's most powerful couple. Unable to confront Tommy, her heart too shattered and broken, she went to stay with her sister out in the country for two weeks. It would have been longer but she longed to be back in Small Heath for reasons unknown to her, whether it was with or without Tommy.
"I never fucked Lizzie fucking Stark!" Tommy yells at her after she manages to yank her arm out of his grip. "You are the only one who I have been with since we got together. I would never do that to you because I love you too much."
"Then why is every body talking about it?" she yells back at him. "Now they're going to be talking about me having the fucking clap, thanks to you."
"I'll let every body know it isn't true because it's not," he tells her. "You don't have the clap and I never slept with Lizzie. I went to ask her if she had a client by the name of Andrew Jenkins, that's all. I was with her no longer than a minute."
She looks into his eyes, seeing no trace of a lie. Despite who he was, Tommy had never lied to her about his feelings or what he's done. "It's been a month, why didn't you say something?"
"Because I'm a fool," he tells her. "and got inside me own head. Told myself this was your chance to find someone better, someone who doesn't have blood on his hands and someone who can bring you more happiness than heart ache."
She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I shouldn't have listened to a bunch of rumours and believed Lizzie over you," She apologises. It was her fault they broke up. She should have faced Tommy instead of running away. "I should have stayed, spoken with you and listened."
"I shouldn't have let you walk away," he begins to apologise also. "I am sorry for saying you have the clap, but I am not sorry for interrupting your dinner," he continues, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her close. "I'm a selfish man. I get what I want and what I want is you. It's always going to be you."
"I only went on a date with him to shut my sister up," she admits. Her sister was happy when Y/N told her that her and Tommy were no longer together. She didn't wait a day before she was setting Y/N up with one of her friend's brothers. "All the dates I've been on have been to keep her quiet. They have taught me one thing, though."
"Yeah? What's that, eh?" Tommy asks, cupping her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"No other man could ever compare to you, Mr Shelby," she smiles softly looking into his intense blue eyes.
"I'm one of a kind, love," he returns her smile, looking back into her eyes as he brings her into a kiss, expressing how much he loves her and missed her.
#acewritesfics repost#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders x reader#thomas shelby x reader#thomas shelby#tommy shelby
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Hi, it's your favorite anon, Vash getting jealous of other flowers and remarking his partner as soon as possible sounds nice (is his pollen as hard to get rid of as glitter? imagine it stuck in their hair). Now tell me about Knives.
wow I'm so glad you asked about knives completely unprompted hehe but first, you did ask about Vash and the flower thing so let me expand:
Imagine Vash taking you to a sanctuary, watching as you run through the field in amazement, you've never seen plants and flowers like this, and for a while, Vash is just so happy that he got to be there as you saw this all for the first time. the look on your face is priceless and he's just happy you're happy.
then he gets this weird feeling in his chest when he sees you touching and smelling the flowers, getting your face close to the petals, and smelling them. It reminds him of when you go down on him. He knows its crazy to get jealous that you're smelling a flower but then he sees you have pollen on your fingers and he has half a mind to fuck you right there out in the open, pressing your body down into the flower bed and reminding everyone here (he means the flowers) who you belong to. and to be clear when Vash says that you belong to him, he also means that he belongs to you, which is why you don't see him running around flirting with all the flora now do you?
he would never do that tho...pin you down and fuck you in public I mean. he's still a little insecure when it comes to sex, he's hesitant to ask for it let alone ask for it in such an open place like this, but when the two of you get home he will pin you to the bed and ask if you like his flower just as much as the others.
as for the pollen... it's a nightmare, it's fine and sticky and ends up all over you, it's hell trying to scrape that shit off, made even worse by the fact that Vash looks so genuinely hurt when you try to clean it off. that he won't say anything but he'll just look at you with those big sad puppy dog eyes and now you feel guilty for trying to get clean in the first place.
Some men leave Love bites, Vash doesn't tell you when some of his pollen is stuck In your hair. He feels so dirty when he sees it too. because no one else even realizes what it is, but he does and he knows how it got there. it makes his heart beat faster.
Now Knives:
while Knives can do the same things with his flower as Vash, he absolutely refuses to bottom, you will be taking his cock and that's final. his vines are also different, they're spiked like rose thorns and bite into your skin when they wrap around you.
if you're lucky and Knives is head over heels in love with you or something (he is and you can't change my mind) the thorns might dull themselves a little bit, just enough that they dimple your skin where they press into you but they won't actually cut,
He also uses the vines attached to him to be a lot meaner than Vash. Vash holds you close to his body, Knives uses his vines to manhandle you into the position he wants and then whips you with them if you aren't being good for him.
even if he is in love with you, or whatever, he's still sadistic in the bedroom and is so ready to remind you that you are a pathetic human and he is the superior being here, you should be the one worshiping him and bowing to his every whim. he's also much, much stronger than you and is more than willing to remind you of that fact.
he's so keen to remind you that he isn't human, he doesn't get tired the way that you do, he could fuck you until you pass out from exhaustion and then go for a six-mile run. it's never quick when Knives decides he wants to fuck you, hell he probably took the whole day off just to fit you into his busy schedule.
Just like Vash, he leaves you covered in pollen, unlike Vash, he will verbally protest if you try to take any of it off. you work in a facility with dozens of plants, and human-plant hybrids, what if one of them gets the wrong idea and thinks that you're for the taking? absolutely not. Knives is as aloof as he is possessive. he may not get to see you often and he is cold even at the best of times but that doesn't mean that you don't belong to him.
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thank you again, Anon.
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Was thinking of how to Neat and satisfying "Pathetic and Needy Fuck" Bruce? And?
:Dc I may be a Genius? >:Dc
☆~Time Travel~☆
Specifically? Tim.
See, things continue to degrade. Like in most comics. Bruce gets meaner, more unhinged, more paranoid. Alienates his family, one after another, with his bullshit. Tim holding on because he started by trying to fix this Fuck Up and he's GOING to finish the job.
Only?
It gets to a point where he's realized the are in a Bad Timeline. Good people disappearing or dropping like flies, and the Justice Lords(evil Justice League) just a breathe away from happening.
He realizes? He COULD have fixed this. Yeah. Bruce WAS fixable. But TIM was too young and inexperienced to be able to truely help, during the time period when it would have made a difference. It's too late now.
Well, shit.
So he steals a Time Travel device, one way, from the Watchtower and goes to ground. Predictably, without him? It all finally goes to shit. But he really was only delaying the inevitable.
He studies what he needs to do.
Figures out how to Handle Bruce(tm). And? Realizes? That Bruce was always the most stable and reasonable... when "in a relationship". But... Tim ALSO knows EXACTLY how each of those relationships ENDED.
In trainwrecks. That left Bruce WORSE then before.
He needs somebody that... won't...
Huh.
He considers the logistics. After all, he's not above taking one for the team.
Bruce needs SOMEONE to obsess over. Get his "companionship needs" from. Take on excessively researched dates and buy bizarrely specific gifts for. And it can't be someone who contradicts The Mission, like Talia or Selina. Harvey or Ghost Maker.
He can do that.
So, acting before the now corrupted Justice whatever-they-call-themselves find him, he picks up the device and uses it. Time to erase this time line. Sorry, everyone.
Aaaaaand.....
He is short, perky, and freshly Robin again.
And Bruce is a messy bitch. A depressed, depressed, messy bitch. Mean and lashing out, too. But hilariously soft compared to how cruel he GETS. Tim starts with bringing him coffee. Snacks, healthy of course. Information for the cases he's working on.
Oh, isn't he HELPFUL? Can you teach him how to massage and stretch muscles? To keep his body in peek health, of course. Robin has to be flexible, like Dick. Say, can you review his technique? He's learned how to massage a bit. Just your hand. Then maybe your arm. WOW your shoulders are tense!
Little by little. Unnoticed because Bruce doesn't want a Robin, tries to ignore him. Misses things because he does, as Tim buries himself deeper into Bruce's life. Weather getting warmer! Shorts and thigh highs, since the cave can be cold. Mid drifts for work out. Pants just a bit too big, so they slip low.
Having long since used his parents name and card to by stretching toys. Plugs and dildos, that he diligently works into himself, starting from barely anything to something almost as thick as Bruce, over weeks. Every night now, making sure to keep himself just loose enough to take it. To feel good.
The tedious work he goes through for this man, he swears. At least THIS feels good. Full.
He has full memory of cases that haven't even happened yet. Makes SURE to be there, conveniently stretched, for the bust of the "unknown drug" ring that turns out to be knock-off Pollen. Oh noooo! Bruce, that thug threw a bag at him! He's covered in powder!
He definitely doesn't smile, as Bruce discovers first hand, that though less effective? Whatever they changed, also means the Bat counter-agent is rendered useless.
Oh how distressing! He is virginal and distressed, Bruce! His bits are all wet and feeling WEIRD~! He informs his quickly starting to panic Mentor.
Bruce drags him through a shower, stripping their contaminated uniforms. Is shaking. Hard. And Tim? COULD be nice. He truely could. Could ignore the uncontrollable and let Bruce keep his safe little bubble. His distance.
But he's seen where THAT leads, so that won't be happening.
He begins to "helplessly" rub at his clit. Rock his hips against his hand like he has no idea what to do with himself. Lean against Bruce's side like his legs are weak. Whimper and pant. Oh no, Bruce, what ever will you do? Look how distressed he is~!
Bruce folds almost immediately. Sliding to his knees. Dragging him into a needy, consuming kiss. Thick, calloused fingers are rubbing him. Sliding in to eagerly fuck his little hole. Guided down under the streams of water to Bruce's lap. To be dragged down onto his desperate cock. Fucked on the showers floor.
It's hard to breathe, with the water spraying down, dripping into his face. But Bruce is finally pounding into him. Grunting and moaning as he batters Tim insides. Tim desperately teasing his own clit.
He doesn't even ask, slamming deep and folding forward like he's collapsing into Tim. Chanting his name in needy little gasp. Hips twitching as he pumps his load deep into Tim's body. Tim didn't even get to get off. He keeps rubbing til he dies.
It changes EVERYTHING.
Tim knew it would.
Bruce can never be normal about fucking someone. Now, his hands linger. He pays attention. Pulls Tim into his lap. Stares and pants after him. Desperate for another go. For more.
Tim can use it as rewards. Does.
Talk to your coworkers, you get to hit it. Actually mentor me, get to finger me tonight. Want to go down on me, you thirsty bastard? Use your big boy words. Want to bend me over and rail me? Finish the reports on your desk. So on and so on.
He can sit on Bruce's face for hours and let him lick and suck Tim sloppy. Ride him in his office chair. Keep his cock warm all day. But Bruce has to EARN it. And dear lord will he move mountain to do what it takes. Lick Tim's boots, take his abuse, be USED by him if that's what he wants. Just fuck him.
Good thing Tim's here to fix this mess. Even if that means spending Saturdays with his legs thrown over Bruce's shoulders, letting him eat him out as a reward. Ehh, he can be trained. Tim has time. And if it all goes to shit? He can do it again.
Now be good, Bruce, and fuck him harder.
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bruce being unable to be normal over someone he's fucked is sooo good ❤️❤️❤️ and tim using that as bartering tool to get bruce to behave 😍😍😍!!!
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I don't know why but I'm cackling at the idea of ghost and hush throwin' down, getting full on mean with eachother, before devolving into fucking followed by the post orgasmic come down. In which Hush or Ghost turns to the other and says, "still hate you though," and just going off to join the cuddle puddle that is die and soap.
Though I wonder how demon!price and Captain Price think about the whole messy situation. Especially since Ghost has already upset Die once. I could also see Ghost having conflicted feelings about the dynamic he has with Hush. Kinda like he has with Die, except you know he likes die. Is one of the reason hush hates ghost is because ghost hurt die?
-hot mess rambler
Oh Thank GOD I get to write sparring, thank you for giving me an in to writing fights. I desperately love writing physicality like this, I think about it while I'm in the gym.
The main reason Hush dislikes Ghost is because he hurt Die. That's reason number 1. Reason number 2 is because Soap likes Ghost and it feels to Hush like Ghost is moving in on his territory. Which coincidentally is one of the reasons why Ghost doesn't like Hush (Hush likes Soap, moving in on Ghost's territory. Also Die likes Hush which again, territory) The Prices are getting real close to putting shock collars on the two of them and giving them a zap when they start snapping at each other. Demon!Price thinks they should be allowed to fight it out as long as it doesn't hurt team moral, Capt. Price thinks they both need to sit down and cool off before someone gets hurt.
Anyway.... Sparring.....
It just boils your blood to see Ghost acting like normal. His shadow sits dead at his feet, one of the other nearby shades twitching unsure of where to settle. Does he even notice? Does he even care? He tapes his hands carefully, around the wrist, over his thumb, knuckles, between each finger, around and around with practiced ease. You don't bother checking with Soap before walking over to him.
Ghost looks up from his seat on the bench, his eyes narrow behind his mask. As if you'd be intimidated by that chunk of plastic. You tip your head to look down at him, on him, really enforce your annoyance with his whole thing. Soap groans behind you.
"Somethin' I can help you with Lieutenant?" Ghost growls, his voice a low warning. You don't pay his showboating any mind. You've seen bigger and meaner fucks than him in Hell, and you won't be intimidated. You cross your arms over your chest.
"You could pick on someone your own size," You offer. You don't bother stepping back as he stands, letting him measure up against you. He's a big fuck, you'll give him that, but you can look him in the eye without flinching. His glare feels a little more icy when it looks at you in the shadow of his mask.
"That right?" Another warning. You stand your ground, watching Ghost cock his head to the side. "You offerin' then? Want me to pick on you instead?"
You drag your tongue along your teeth, look around the gym. "Don't see anyone else staring down your mug, so I must be."
Ghost's mouth works behind his mask, the fabric moving with annoyance. "Ring," He barks, "now."
You ignore Soap's protests, most of them directed at Ghost. Bastard, who's side is he on anyway? You duck under the ropes and into the padded ring in the center of the gym. It's not every day you get to stretch your muscles like this, what a treat that you also get to fuck up the guy that hurt your friend. You'll try not to leave any permanent scars.
"Bet you're the sort of guy that relies on your reach," You goad, rolling your shoulders back and sliding your feet into stance.
"You ever shut the fuck up?" Ghost replies, settling into his own position.
You don't bother answering, more focused on the shift in his center of gravity. Ghost leans back when you throw your first punch, clearly expecting you to make the first more. Probably expecting your anger to cloud your judgement at well. Doesn't matter you throw another from the same side, and when he goes to block it you shift your weight and slam your leg against his side. Your shin connecting with his ribs hard. He lets out a pained breath and you feel the warm slide of his glare down your spine. You raise your brows. What? Did he think you were just fucking around? Or that you'd flail like a wild animal? No, you're trained for this the same as he is.
The air shifts and Ghost launches into action, his fist flying towards you. You step back, feign around the barrage. He keeps pushing you back towards the ropes, grabbing for your tee when your back hits them. You drop low to avoid it and thrust your elbow up against his. Another pained hiss at the collision, this time from both of you. It buys you half a second to slip around him and out of the corner. You spin to kick him again and he grabs your ankle.
"What was that about reach?" He asks, goading you, before pulling your leg. He's trying to off balance you, throwing another punch as you're jerked forward. You raise your arms to shield your face and feel his meaty fist connect hard. Shit, he hits like a ton of bricks. You grab for him and he lets go of your leg to step out of reach.
Ok, reconsidering your options. He's a boxer, fine, let's see if he's any decent grappling.
Ghost’s fist comes towards you again, you feign to the side, grabbing his wrist with one hand and hooking your other under his arm to grip his shoulder. The momentum of the jab helps you twist to flip him over your shoulders and onto the mat. Surprise lights up his eyes, you ignore the warmth that settles in your stomach and keep a tight hold on his arm, following Ghost to the ground.
As soon as your back hits the floor you bring your hips up, flipping over Ghost's arm to hook your thigh across his chest in hopes of pinning his free arm. It seems to work for a moment. You grin down at him, satisfied you've pinned him. The answering heat in Ghost’s stare makes your blood run hot, the deep growl under your hold is intoxicating and distracting enough that you don’t notice his hand hook over your thigh to grab your neck.
The change in position is fast. Ghost grabs your neck, pulling you to the side, his other arm lifting to leverage you towards his pull. His previously pinned arm hooks under your left leg, swinging it over his head to force you face down against the floor. One of his hands presses against the back of your neck, while the other grabs your arm to twist behind your back. His hips push heavy against your ass as he leans his weight against you.
It's not the only thing leaning against you. You freeze, feeling his thick hard cock pushing against your ass. It's brief, before Ghost nearly flies away from you.
"Die," He hardly seems out of breath, he isn't looking at you. The shadows collect by his side, a pair of horns and apologetic eyes floating like an alligator in the depths of them. Ghost reaches a hand out, as if to pet the demon next to him before reconsidering. He closes his fingers into a tight fist. "Make sure your boyfriend didn't hurt himself." He tells her instead. You snap at him, bare your teeth with a growl. He ignores you.
Probably for the best. You- you actually don't know what you'd say to him if he did talk to you right now. The only thing you can think of with any coherence is: "Come back and finish the job."
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#x oc#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#cod x oc#ghost mw2#oc: Hush#oc: die#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley x oc#simon riley#simon riley x reader#ghost cod#demon!darlings au#m!reader#ghost call of duty#ghost x male reader#male reader#original male character#original female character#john soap mactavish#demon!reader#Hush is a big guy but he's not as big as Ghost...#Soap has a type what can I say#hot mess anon
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hi!! itoshi rin with prompt no1! seems so interesting omg
you didn't even ask for much. rin still got annoyed. so so annoyed when you walked several steps behind him, asking him to play with you too. he was only 9 after all. and you were only 8, following him, convincing him to play soccer with you too. you'd do great. you've watched people play. you can kick. you promise. you sounded like a broken record. your persistent requests met with a frustrated sigh. as he halted. and he turned around, placing the football down and kicking it towards you till it reached your feet.
"kick it."
with little contemplation, you gave the football a kick back to him. regrettably, your effort fell short—the ball only reaching the midway point between you and him. his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, a visibly growing frustration. as he strode towards the ball. he took a powerful swing, launching it with great force towards your legs, causing a sharp pang of pain. wincing, you stood still regardless.
as he taunted you, his words dripped with arrogance as he boasted about his own foot strength(along with how him and his brother are going to be the best strikers in the world)(you have no idea what he's talking about) and urged you to make another attempt. your kick was very close to connecting to his feet, but alas, it fell just short. rin let out a huff before snatching up the ball and proceeding to say very spiteful things to you. how you suck. your soccer skills suck. and the pink hair clip you wore was ugly.
after saying all that, he simply turns around and strolls away. but you've had enough. you've only been nice to him, and you won't take this. and as a payback, you ran and jumped on his back and bit him.
as both get older, he got into his girls are weak and you got into your yuck, boys phase. he was not as expressive and so weren't you. rude remarks were the only thing you two had to offer each other. that one time, he accidentally found your diary. and before he got to read any further, you snatched it back and hit his head with the book.
few more years later. you've been avoiding him, he didn't had it in him to talk to you. but you did notice his change in behavior. he appeared colder, meaner, distant.
maybe finally at age when both could sit in a room together with just silence and no insults. maybe even little talks at the rooftop. he's gonna graduate highschool, hopefully changed for better. he wonders if you know that he was the one who placed the pink hairclips on your desk on valentines day. he lets you carry the conversation. and you could note him trying his best to come up with a playful remark that matched your energy.
shut up, rin-chan
hm? you still bite people who dont agree with you?
only annoying people
how annoying do i have to be for you to bite me again?
eh?
eh?
as a change of topic, he apologizes. it confuses you and he apologizes again. and you laugh at that, reminding that it was years ago. when you both were 9 and 8. a little hum from him and the quiet companies the cold on the rooftop.
you both are uni students now. but then again, rin is still uncertain about what to do when he notices you sitting all by yourself at a few tables' distance at the cafe. he wished for an excuse to talk to you and that was granted when you dropped your book as you walked out.
as he was about to utter your name, he abruptly halted at the sight of it—the familiar book with crumpled, off-white pages. he found it amusing that you still held onto it, despite your carelessness for dropping it.
he pretends he doesn't know what the book is. he pretends not to read the cover which has a big red cross with some fierce "keep off" labels and stickers.
he wished to see his name on it, instead he found so many of "hey diary, i almost forgot you existed" "got a hold of this diary 2 years later" "i forgot to write again" "i was lazy but anyway 3 years of not writing in this diary-" "im so inconsistent"
his face shows nothing but disbelief. but then he remembers when he had read that one page full detail of "i hate rin-chan" he remembers how right after reading that he got hit on the head with the same book.
he finds the valentines day page. he could almost feel the arrogance in your handwriting where it said "i know who got me the clips."
when he sights a "rin-chan" written a few pages after, he reads the starting line...rin-chan is so mean- he skips the start. by the end you had confessed to your diary that you only wanted to get closer to him. and that you had no interest in soccer whatsoever.
he scoffs.
one thing rin didn't realise that he was in the middle of the cafe reading that. and what shook him to realization was the bells ringing when you hurried back into the cafe looking for your diary.
#rushed ending again im sry#im not fully consious while writing this#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#itoshi rin#rin x reader
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Ah yes, the messiness of teenagers just trying to navigate life, this is the good stuff I wanted to see. The theme this week is 'love' and we see Neung, Palm, Ben, Chopper and Maggie all taking tentative-to-bold steps toward the objects of their respective affections, with varying levels of success. Not an adult to be seen this week, it's all emotions and flirting and yearning and longing and kissing and jealousy, a delicious feelings stew. We're moving out of act 1 into act 2 of the story now. All the characters and the conflicts are established, and all the unknowns are obvious.
Neung and Ben are kissing and flirting, but Palm is still the one Neung's thinking of sitting in the bath. I can see that Neung is trying to 'love the one you're with', because as much as he can't stop thinking about Palm, he's pretty sure he can't have him. Ben is someone he can have, someone who will treat him like a living, breathing human with needs and desires and foibles and not a doll to be kept in a glass case on a shelf for fear it breaks. Ben is possible. Ben is simple. And yet...Palm's glances and touches linger a bit too long, Palm leans in to talk a bit too close, Palm goes cold with him after he kisses Ben. But Palm won't say it, won't ask for it, and Neung doesn't know how to get past that wall...
...because how does he compete with this? Maggie is bright and pretty and nice and determined and most importantly she's a girl, and if that's what Palm likes there's no point letting his heart get entangled.
Palm however...
Well let's just say this isn't the face of a man who is interested in what's on offer. 'Maggie's nice to me so I'm nice to her' he tells Neung, thinking that he's politely and clearly saying he's not interested in her. But to Neung that's as clear as mud. Because Maggie gets Palm's smiles and attention and all he gets is Khun Neung khrap. Palm both wants and doesn't want Neung to see how he feels about him. Sometimes he can't help himself, so a lingering touch of his hand, a stolen glance at his lips...he'll allow himself that much and no more. He doesn't even allow himself jealousy, as much as he is burning with it when he sees Ben kiss Neung. 'I don't have a right to be mad at you' he tells him, and there are so many LAYERS to that statement.
But Neung is sure as shit mad with Palm, and fuelled with enough liquid courage, he decides it's time to let him know it. Neung's little drunken tirade was UGLY, it was cruel, it was demeaning, and it was designed to hit every single sore spot Palm possesses. Neung wanted to make Palm lose it, to make him show that Neung affects him like he affects Neung. The more Palm tried to calm things, the more he refused to fight back, the meaner and crueler the things coming out of Neung's mouth. Because he might have Ben, but Palm is who he truly wants, and he doesn't know how to bridge the divide between them, so he chooses violence.
On an opposite corner of the pentagon, I wish I could make GIF's because watching Chopper's heart break in real time was a masterstroke of subtle acting by Perth. You can pinpoint the exact moment it sinks in that Ben likes his cousin, and what that means for his own feelings for Ben. You get the sense that Chopper is painfully aware of having missed his own chance to confess. His entreaty to Ben to express himself before it's too late is tinged with regret, with an understanding of what it means to let someone you love slip away because you're scared to say it. And there is a moment where it's pretty clear that Ben understands exactly what Chopper is saying and why he's saying it to him.
In the end, Ben takes Chopper's advice, and that's why he's the only one who gets what he wants. Closed mouths don't get fed, and Ben was the only person in this mess of a love pentagon to open his and say what he felt. I still don't know what to make of Ben, he still feels very much like he's hiding things, but from the preview that may be because he has an overbearing and homophobic dad, and no more nefarious reason. All in all, I'm loving the way this triangle (pentagon) is being written and acted by all involved, and I'm ready to see what the hell happens next.
Stray Bullets
I feel like Palm's 2 week suspension was completely brushed past, I might have liked a montage or something there to underline the passage of time.
Phum is not going to take what happened lying down, and the fact that he didn't show up once after the beginning of the ep has me anxious.
Chanon not going to the school wasn't surprising, but the lack of adults in this ep means we don't even know if he's aware of what happened. I assume he noticed that Palm isn't with Neung on the school run, but it feels like Chanon would be the type to berate Palm about embarrassing him and being ungrateful to Thanya. It feels like something is missing.
Neung's little loom over Ben at the dance party was kinda hot, NGL.
This doesn't feel like an act break so much as an act shift, but the story feels like it's about to move into a different gear somehow.
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HIIIII okay so I’ve recently found your fanfics a Puss in boots, and I’ve officially become obsessed just the way you write the characters and the Settings that they are in are so good and like the way you enter angst is so good. The one thing I do wanna see though no hate your literally amazing is maybe Puss in the wrong I like dynamic where death realizes he’s wrong for his past action reflects because that is so strong and I love that we love a good redemption, but I would also like to see Puss maybe Being a little too mean or biased, or assuming not out of being mean or wrong, but out of like trauma, his past experiences with dad, have now shaped his choices towards him, and he realizes how much it’s affecting the way he treats him I don’t know I’m just babbling at this point but anyways much love and support. Please keep fighting writing,living and much love.
Bumbleb33_s - my a03 name
Hi! First off, thank you so much! It fills my heart with joy to hear someone enjoy my work so much 💖 And honestly that’s a route I’ve purposefully avoided going with my fics because I like Puss so much and he did nothing to deserve all the traumatic stuff Death put him through, BUT, that being said, I did actually recently come up with an idea that would fit in with Puss being meaner to him than he deserves now that you bring it up. I doubt I’ll end up actually writing it out since I don’t have the time, but the basic idea is that the reason Death did what he did was because he knew Puss would die if he didn’t step in.
Like, I found out that Death only popped up at times that Puss could very well die (except probably the cave), like when Puss is drinking at the bar after the talk with Dr. Mendez (he could well have drunk himself to death with that “heaviest cream”), when he’s leaving Jack Horner’s with the map and flaming arrows are being shot at him, the battle where Jack is shooting unicorn horns, and the final battle. And maybe he knew the only way to get Puss to truly value his final life instead of relying on more and eventually tearing through those as well, was to teach him what true fear felt like, and challenge him the way he did.
BUT, since Death isn’t actually allowed to interfere to extend lives (going purely by the rules of this fic), and this would fall under that umbrella, he couldn’t make it seems like that was his goal, instead acting like he was insulted and wanted to just torment Puss before killing him out of spite.
THEN he needs Puss’ help with something really important, otherwise bad stuff would happen to a lot of people (like a continent getting destroyed or something, idk, lol), and Puss only agrees after Death signs a pact that he won't hurt Puss or his friends. Now, since Puss isn’t afraid that Death will kill him at the drop of a hat, he feels a lot more free to say whatever he wants, which is usually some kind of jab at Death’s character (like “I’ll handle this one and nicely ask for directions, because I believe that were it up to you you’d probably threaten them at sickle point, since that seems to be how you solve your problems.”, “Yes, we could actually try to win the challenge, but why do that when you can just unfairly overpower them with your godly powers like you did with me?”, “Stand back, you’ll just give them nightmares with nothing more than your stunning personality.” etc) as a way to get back at his tormentor.
Death can’t defend his actions though, as he can���t let Puss know the truth. That he actually really admired and respected Puss (and still does), which is why he stuck his neck out in the first place. And also Death is a nice person in general, and basically just played the part of an evil jerk when dealing with Puss before. So he just takes it.
BUT THEN Puss notices how Death acts throughout their quest/journey (especially when he thinks Puss isn’t looking/paying attention). That he’s actually kind, considerate, and cares about others’ feelings (even something like a bug, helping it by flipping it over when it’s stuck on it’s back, and putting a baby bird back in its nest that got tipped, etc), and tries to figure out how that made any sense at all, considering what he put Puss through just a few weeks prior.
Eventually he does figure it out though (maybe right after the end of the adventure, when everything is resolved), putting Death’s actions through the lens of what seems to be his actual personality and moral compass. When confronting Death about it, Death urges him to stop, to not say what he’s thinking, but he can’t actually stop Puss, and when the words are out in the open Death gets in trouble with the higher powers.
Not wanting Death to be punished for what he did to him, since he now knew why he did it, Puss maybe goes through some trials to get an audience with said higher powers, and works his charms to get Death off the hook. Then they become friends or fall in love or something, the end~
#ask answered#thanks again for the kind words and inspiration!#puss in boots#too many fic ideas and not enough time to write them all 😭#puss in boots the last wish#btw if anyone wants to actually write this out as a fic please feel free!#death the wolf#deathpuss#pussdeath#pibtlw
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🦌 — lyric prompts from "inbred" (2021), by ethel cain. adjust as necessary.
michelle pfeiffer
i love the way it feels to miss you.
i tell all my friends everything you do.
it's no good.
who am i without you?
home's not home unless you're there.
i'll never be ready, but i don't care.
do you think of me too?
i hate to let you go.
maybe we could be together in another life.
i gotta pack my bags.
i won't even miss you tomorrow.
crush
he denies it.
his daddy's on death row.
he hasn't tried coke.
he's always had a problem saying no.
can you read my mind?
i've been watching you.
you look so cool
good men die too.
i'd rather be with you.
i owe you a black eye and two kisses.
tell me when you wanna come and get 'em.
i only want him if he says it first to me.
something's been feeling weird lately.
there's just something about you, baby.
god's country
the road is longer than it is hard.
could you be someone else if someone else is what i need?
i shouldn't ask that of you.
when you're old, you'll understand.
it was a highway to nowhere.
cold car with no gas, and we chose it.
our kids will grow up with half as much.
you've tasted love.
it tasted sweet.
you drank the blood and bit the meat.
you hold it.
you let it go.
i learned a lesson.
i need to pray hard.
don't sink in me.
unpunishable
call me what you want.
party's over, go the fuck home.
the darker the fruit, the sweeter.
he's mean, i'm meaner.
you're right, in a way.
how so, babe?
i'm too good for you.
it makes me need it even more.
it's still never enough.
i'm unpunishable.
i'm his favorite.
show me where it hurts.
we don't even know where we are.
i don't even know who you are.
inbred
he's so good to me and nobody else.
you should watch yourself.
she can't leave the bed.
something smells rotten.
it's starting to spread.
i'm bad, he's worse.
we're already dead.
all the fucking lights are out.
you can't win 'em all.
who knows how much longer i'll lay on the floor?
touch me 'til i vomit.
i'm not scared of god.
i'm scared he was gone all along.
who will take the fall?
who of us is stronger?
you were wrong.
i love him to death.
you can fuck yourself.
you get off on innocence.
he hates the way you look at me.
you're already dead.
two-headed mother
i create you.
you know she hates you.
i've loved before.
i'll kill again.
you're just the worst of all my men.
i love you.
i'll love 'til i'm sore.
i don't love you.
i don't love you no more.
crying during sex
i lied when i said i didn't want you.
you'll forget the way we were supposed to be.
two drowning coals won't ever light.
you'll bite the hand that needs you.
right now, i need you.
i don't know what happened.
i was young and sweet.
time drags on.
i hate him for the time he's gone.
i've been here for weeks.
i've been here for years.
i've been here too long.
i forgot what stop means.
if i'm crying, it's because i'm in love.
i could love you if i tried.
i'm trying.
earnhardt
love is a nightmare.
i could be good but it wouldn't matter.
there's no silver line on a fucking disaster.
i hope that you're happy.
i'm spending my nights reliving it.
i've been scared of the dark for all of my life.
i'm always afraid but never to die.
you think you're someone else.
you need easy.
you want weak.
i bleed easy.
where were you?
age of delilah
it hurts to grow up.
life's never been without blood.
i'm no good at goodbyes.
can you just tell me which way i'm driving?
i'm going.
i'm ready.
you've been gone for quite a while.
not everything feels like something else.
have i done enough for salvation?
you'll die if you leave it up to god.
michelle pfeiffer (solo version)
i see you.
i feel you.
i know you.
i would never tell you the truth.
you don't know the things i've seen.
hand it back over to me.
you missed the heart.
you just hit all the meat.
the bite back's twice as mean.
#rp memes#rp prompts#roleplay memes#roleplay prompts#ask meme#inbox meme#sentence prompts#lyric prompts#rpc#tw long post or whatever
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Final Post before I go... to remind some of you exactly who this author is...
I am a recovering addict who has almost a decade clean and serene. I know, without a doubt, I am a HORRIBLE wretched human being. I lived with a narcissistic murder/psychopath before prison, and then I lived with all kinds of them IN PRISON. I walked past meaner, more dangerous people to go poop or shower than anyone behind a screen here. I have lived life. I'm nowhere near a narcissist. You have no idea who I actually am, you only see what I construct for you to see to protect my own identity.
Saying I am a narc because people are having trouble following my very long, drawn out posts is stupid. Clarification isn't indicative of being a narc. So literally every single YT channel or anyone wanting to find a different medium for further clarification is a narc then? I think not. I think most of you pick up words and repeat them without thinking of the true connotation of the word's meaning
Really, right now, I am just thinking out loud to myself about why I am attracting dumb people here all of a sudden.
Calling me names, calling any person like me names, only makes me laugh. It's cute to me. When people call me names or say things like they have some authority... it only shows me their water levels... and boy the drought is upon us!
When you've spent the first two decades of your life conning people and putting thousands of dollars up your nose or in a vein, you get to know people. Truly see the worst society has to offer. My cellie in prison stabbed her best friend 72 times. 72. We ate lunch every day together. She was a narc.
OH, FYI... A water level is someone's mental capacity in the con world. I embrace critically thinking people who can form a thought and express it without being like me deep down inside. If you are NOT like me, you are a good person. I am not a good person. DUH.
Deep down inside, I want to show my true colors. I want to be nasty. I want to skulldrag people sometimes. I don't though, because the old ways bring back the old me. I've worked too hard in the real world and I know my real world worth.
I don't owe anything to anyone. I try to be nice and not read the comments, or even my messages. But eff all that.
If you think for one second I am not aware of how terrible a person I was, you are stupid. I know better than you all could ever...
If you feel the need to say something rude, think twice. Please. I won't be held responsible for what comes off my keyboard next if you bring it to me first.
Let's just say I've said it all about myself at least 10x as bad before and 10x worse. I've said it MANY TIMES BEFORE but it seems people are too lazy to get a clue before commenting anymore.
I DON'T WANT YOU CRAPPY READERS AS BAD AS YOU CRAPPY READERS DON'T WANT THIS CRAPPY WRITER. So GTFOH.
That is all, folks.
Well, not really... Truth is I write things, I post them and walk off and live. I took my drug addiction and turned it into an empire where I am retired. I don't make money here. I've never once received shit, even though people quote my work all the fucking time. Funny. What's even funnier is how you can post real shit with real proof and people still be like "WhAt DoEs It MeAn?!?" They believe dumb shit about fucking reptiles but not common sense logic or real proof. I don't want fucking morons around me or on my page. If that statement bothers you... go ahead and block me. I don't block people because I don't ever read anything from hardly anyone else. I read a few blogs I Know and trust. But that's it.
I used to care that this blog was growing. That it had thousands of followers. That I still to this day haven't been able to follow everyone back because of the limits daily. I used to think being nice and just ignoring the rude people was the thing to do, because hey at least they read and you made them think... that's all an author wants. Readers to think... harder, differently, whatever. JUST FUCKING THINK.
SO yeah... do with that what you will. Because this author will continue to do whatever the fuck this mouse wants. This mouse isn't like some Yter or some blogger begging for cuppas and tips. I got cash, and I got ass. I don't get shit for shit. It is my hobby. I'd get it if one of yall paid a motherfucking bill sometime. I might listen. But I do bad all by myself.
DONE
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You may already be aware, but I actually found ppl going back and forth on Reddit about a post you'd made on here (re Viserys being a shite parent). It's under r/HouseOfTheDragon in case you ever wanted to check it out. I just recognized your name, as I follow you and it was shared as a screenshot from here.
lmao i will never get over how wild reposting on the internet actually is. that fucker has over a thousand comments and i had no idea until you told me just now! literally made a reddit account to try to add my voice to the din just to encourage people to discuss on the original platform so i can see but tbh people on reddit are a lot meaner than tumblr so i won't be mad if it doesn't get too many upvotes.
reddit's responses to this post is such an interesting case study in the polarization that's happening everywhere online. i get SO MANY accusations of being wildly biased from supporters of both "teams" all the time and it's funny because like am i too team green or too team black bc i can't be both right? mostly i think it's because people get really defensive when you criticize a character and assume it means you hate them. like bruh we are adults with big girl emotions can't it be a little more complex than that?
when i say i think viserys is a bad parent, i'm not saying it as team green propaganda. i've said before that rhaenyra is the rightful ruler and that i absolutely adore her as a character (let's just say aemond isn't my only babygirl). there's a reason i've written 100k+ words of fanfic designing a political scenario where she'll be able to happily rule without any of her children dying. spoiler alert: it's not because i hate her and think she's a bad ruler. and she's far from the only character on team black i love: daemon, jacaerys, lucerys, and baela all come to mind.
it's also really interesting to me that people see my opinion about viserys and, even though i literally did not mention rhaenyra, assume that i'm somehow shitting on her. it just goes to show how much they stand blindly by one team or another. that to criticize one member of their "team" feels to them like you're criticizing every member. like baby, i'm not the one making it about teams: you are! honestly, i understand why the team mentality was a good marketing move, but it really has been the death of critical thinking in this fandom. there are aspects of both that we're meant to root for, just as there are aspects of both we're meant to hate. none of these people are objectively morally good, and that's what makes it interesting, so why are we trying to pretend otherwise?
so while yes, i don't like viserys, why would i extend that dislike to rhaenyra? it's not like she forced him at gunpoint to do the things i'm criticizing him for lol. in fact, i think viserys did her just as dirty most of the time. i have another post in the works about this, but he neglected her for her entire childhood, groomed her best friend and dealt with telling her in the worst possible way, and made her heir in a bid for her affection yet did none of the actual work to honor her as a ruler. he could have made her his hand but instead he made her pour his wine?
now, again, just because we dislike part of something does not mean it's all bad. do i think viserys is generally quite a bad parent and person? absolutely. did i also cry ugly tears in the scene where he forces himself up from his literal deathbed to defend his daughter? yes. these two things can coexist.
also, because reddit is reddit, there are a bunch of comments that just miss my point about alicent and aemma entirely. i've already responded to those in a post here so i won't beat a dead horse too much. but to paraphrase: viserys married alicent because he liked her specifically not for duty or he would've married someone who wouldn't horrify the entire small council; and aemma didn't need to be alive and conscious for the pain she was put through at the end of her life. the things he did to his wives weren't necessary and i don't think we should be pretending they were.
lastly, it's really funny to me how many people incorrectly assumed i was a man in the comments. i'm genuinely the girliest girl to ever girl in real life (makeup jewelry and tits to the gods, sorority girly, the whole nine yards, i love it) and it gave me such whiplash. there's a joke to be made here about trying to weaponize male privilege somewhere.
#hotd#house of the dragon#viserys targaryen#viserys i targaryen#viserys#viserys i#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenyra#alicent hightower#alicent#aemma arryn#aemma#show#books#team green#team black#hotd meta#meta
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Amnesiac starscream au: warmful aftermath.
Skyfire is.....something
A terrifying something that for sure.
In starscream defence, he did say that skyfire is big, they just did anticipate just how big he actually is.
That mech easily dwarfs everyone in the room, and ultra magnus wouldn't be able to reach his waist, megatron would barely be able to reach his chestplates, barely.
To say that the call with the council was awkward is a understatement of the stellar cycle.
The camera needed to be adjusted constantly to fit his face.
And it didn't help that his face was fixed into a emotionless scowl that basically burns with silent anger.
After a very awkward call(and rodimus silently asking if they got sentinel getting punted across the ice on video with a grin) and sentinel needing repairs because of the very angry awakening of the shuttle, they got back to their base in Detroit with a slightly terrified crew,a amused jazz, and very excited seekers.
Optimus team was...... very, very hesitent with skyfire, the much was like a protective cybercat, except much much bigger, and much much meaner in his attacks.
But they weren't starscream, he was over the moon with joy, he didn't leave skyfire alone for the rest of the day, and babbling excitedly about his new friends, and the seekerling he has taken under his wings, oh , and the jettwins couldn't stop gushing about him, especially with how they're crawling over him with excited chirps and giggles, and as scary looking skyfire is as he is gently ,tenderly smiling and picking the seekers with oh so soft voice calling gently.
Even with the distrustful looks he casts onto the team(especially sentinel) he pushes aside for the sake of his friend and his new found seekerlets.
(Sentinel is still salty about his face, but he has enough processor power to not mess around with that shuttle)
This is so tender 🥺 I'm imagining the twins climbing all over him and calling him Papa Skyfire and I can't stop smiling 😊
Starscream is the happiest he's been since losing his memory now that Sky's back. He has almost everything he needs; beloved partner and two precious sparklings... now if only they could go home to Vos 😔
Tho that makes me think 🤔 he probably won't react very well when he finds out Vos is no more. Bombed to smithereens in the war and never restored because flight frames aren't allowed on Cybertron anymore. They don't have a home to go back to, but they'll figure it out
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Omggg with all the talk of Kingston and Ryan in the Slasher AU and my obsession with your boys now, I want to send this ask of how my girls truly feel about your kangaroos XD
Ryan
Poppy: In general, I think these two would wind up getting along best (though he is your character, so whether that's true on your end is up to you ^^). She can see he's a sad soul similar to her, and it's enough to encourage her to keep an open mind about him. And of course, they can bond over animals XD if she ever heard about his passed girlfriend, she would be so so heartbroken for him and caring. Asking how he's doing now and such. All in all, I can see Ryan being somewhat like Wheezy to Poppy, as in he's the most sane member of this gang and the one she can trust the most XD
Shiny: She totally thinks he's cute at first XD though she can also see there's something bugging him (is Ryan just that sad, or are these girls emotionally intuitive? XD). She can appreciate how comparatively calm he is to the rest of the Vegas environment. It's a breath of fresh air. And of course, Ryan gets points for getting on Poppy's good side ^^ she doesn't get into his personal life, though. As the saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. She doubts anything between her and Ryan will go anywhere outside of this city.
Kingston
Poppy: She's... A bit apprehensive. His missing eye and unkempt appearance is pretty concerning. But she knows you can't judge a book by its cover, so as long as he kept his crazy to himself, she would be willing to talk ^^ like woth the weasels, she doesn't approve of his criminal lifestyle, and a part of her will be scared of him unless they got to know each other better, but she's still polite abd respectful (... I'm thinking maybe Poppy might find him handsome, too? Look, this girl shagged a fox, a wolf, and has four ships with weasels. Girls got a kink for the bad boys and she doesn't even realize it)
Shiny: Eh, he doesn't scare her. Granted, she is smart enough to know that in this city, this guy is the one making the rules, not Smartass. So she can't just do what she likes as freely as before. But she's not gonna show any signs of fear or treat him any differently just because he's the boss, and is unimpressed with his intimidation tactics. She can easily match his crazy, too, so if either one of them fuck around, they're both gonna find out XD do you think Shiny would remind Kingston of Rena?
Rena
I know we've discussed the girls with Rena before, but I NEED to go in depth with them XD
Poppy: This poor girl is going to get bullied, I just know it 😂 Rena does remind her a bit of Shiny, with how pretty, wild, and uncaring for others' opinions she is... But she is far meaner than Shiny is. At least the weasel can be sweet and fun with her loved ones! Rena, though, is a whole mess. Poppy is trying to be unassuming and polite, but this woman is really making her wish she could turn invisible. She doesn't understand why this kangaroo woman is targeting her of all people, and with how crazy she is, Poppy knows she's gotta be careful. Just... Poppy is going to suffer XD.
Shiny: Nope. Hell no. Shiny did not like Rena's vibes when they locked eyes. It was partially a territorial thing, yes. But Shiny just knew that this woman was the wrong kind of crazy. If Rena is stirring up shit at her club in L.A, then at least Shiny has the home advantage. But in Vegas, she knows that she can't really do much- which only pisses her off more. At least not without consequences... Shiny will still smash a martini glass over Rena's head in Vegas, but she'll at least TRY to take Rena down with her words instead just so she won't have to deal with the Roo Gang 😅
I can see the girls maybe went to Las Vegas on a weekend girls trip? Shiny convinced Poppy to take some time off work and pack her best outgoing clothes for a relaxing trip, only to run into the Roo Trio and get into your usual mafia hijinks- but with kangaroos and casinos XD
what do you think? How do the Roo's feel about the girls? Any particular feelings or just that they're headaches? XD you don't have to answer if you don't want to, of course! ^^
I've been looking forward to answering this all weekend! XD I've decided I'm gonna write the responses in the characters' voices as practise XD So like, this is as if you went up them asked 'what do you think of so-and-so'.
Kingston's Thoughts:
Ben: Is he here!??? *looking around, kinda manic* I've been looking for that little s h i t- I owe him a beating. Fuck, don't tease me- OH OH OH- I see him!! OY THERE- I WANNA TALK TO YOU-
Henry: This fucken guy 🙄Look, if he keeps Rena outta the usual trouble, thats cool, but he's such a dick. I don't trust him for a second.
Moony: Oooooh boy, that guy... *jumps his shoulders, grinning a little self-happy grin* I get a shiver every time someone mentions him. Dudes enough to make a guy consider cock. No really, I thought about it. 'think he's still in love with Pops, though.
Poppy: Sweetgirl! She reminds me of Ryan- reliable; better then any of us fucked up losers. She's got a good heart and I truly hope she can keep it. *shrugs*
Shiny: She's one of the losers *(affectionate)*. I like her! We're fucked up by the world but we're still kickin'. Hope she knows its just business if she steps outta line and I gotta deal with her.
Terry: Unproblematic. We all like an unproblematic old dude.
Rena's Thoughts:
*warning Rena is explicit 😅XD
Ben: Delicious. God, he's such a twirp!! Such a little self important cock sucker. I wanna see if I can actually get him to... you know... suck something for me 😏 Maybe wine? Pop-sie, whadaya think? Consider it vengeance on your behalf, if you like *eyeroll*, but c'mon, gimmie the inside scoop-
Henry: *deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath, eyes closed* ... holy shit that man- Henry- he- fuck. I need him like I need a i r. Why do you ask? Have you see him??
Moony: *sighhhhhhhhh* i tried. I k n o w he has a huge dick- I know it!! And if I can ever get it in me I'll take the opportunity. But he's such a good guy, he wouldn't touch me. Oh well~ There are other fish in the sea.
Poppy: Theirs a misconception that I don't like her for some reason?? I actually l o v e her?? 😅😆 She's so sweet and docile. Perfect victim. I'd fuck her if she wanted-
Shiny: ... *cackles* She's so much fun! I love her! What a babe. Unfortunately I don't think she returns the sentiment *fake pout* *switch to a smirk* 😏😏😏 XD
Terry: Godddddddddddddd he drives me a little nutty XD He's so... relaxed. Seems to have it all figured out. And he wont gimmie a second glance! I want that old man cock, damnit.
Ryan's Thoughts:
Ben: ... yikes.
Henry: Well- he's perfect for Rena, so...
Moony: Cool guy. Here, in my wallet I got snaps of Cake- thats his rabbit- cutest thing ever.
Poppy: ... Kingston said everything. She's a sweet girl, and I hope she stays that way /: *doubtful*
Shiny: I like her- she gives Rena a hard time, and I love my sister, but she needs that sometimes. Okay, all the time.
Terry: Oh the old guy comes over sometimes to hang with Wheezy
*Ryan is not super wordy, sorry XD
BONUS! Lottie Weasel
Ben: *Looking stiff in her chair, fingers making indentations in the leather arms, frustrated look on her face* ... I promised Poppy I'd leave him alone. Next question, please.
Henry: Every time I think about Henry, I put a mark on this page here. *Shows you a page in her notebook that is totally blank* That guy is not shit.
Moony: !!✨️💕✨️💕✨️💕✨️💕✨️!! He's- hold on. *Looks around for Poppy, Smartass or Psycho. Turns back to you when she decides they're nowhere near* He's so hot. I- Oh my lord XD 😅
Poppy: I could write you a 26-book encyclopaedia series on how amazing Poppy is. She's such a good person, and I'm-... well I'm still trying to figure out how she does that ^^
Shiny: Haha- what to say about Shiny XD She gave me my first drink! She taught me how to paralyse a guy for a bit. I love her ^^
Terry: I love when Terry is at the club!! I'll sit with him the whole night and we don't have to t a l k, or anything. We just chill. And look, relaxation is a precious commodity at my house-
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Lizzzz hiiii!
I never actually talked with you but I had a thought about something~
What do you think about Yandere!Gurdian!Angel!Junhui?
Or like a Yandere!vampire!Minghao?
Thoughts on both of them if possible?
You can add a small scenario if you’d like!
Aw :( That's such a shame let's interact more form now on then :D You seem lovely💕
(the time it to took me to answer this is??? I just wanted to make small scenarios)
Yandere!Guardian angel!Junhui is such an interesting concept wow :0
I think he'd be so twisted that at one point you'd learn that he's your guardian angel after multiple jokes from his and your side, he'll probably reveal it to persuade you that he only wants the best for you because it's his job, which is true but he'll mostly use it as a way to keep you away from the world under the pretext that he's only doing what's expected of him.
Yandere!Vampire!Minghao is also an idea that I really like~
The way he'd use his powers just to keep you to himself, how he'd use his bizarre nature to scare you is really something that is interesting to think about.
Now time for some really small scenarios that just immediately came to my mind~
[21:45]
The cold wind and snow blowing over your reddened faces making it harder for you to see properly.
Junhui was holding tightly your hand as if you were a child that could be lost in a huge mall.
You didn't protest anymore to his antics, it was to no use, no matter how much you insisted, he kept refusing. After all, he was your guardian angel, but you didn't have much freedom anymore.
As you walked through the snowy decorated paths you happened to meet a friend of yours. Naturally, you went over to talk to them, but as expected, you were soon pulled away from your conversation by Junhui.
“Stop talking to that person. They're no good for you.” he warned you.
“You say that for every person I talk to.. Let me just catch up!” You started protesting.
“Look, you know I'm your guardian angel. I know exactly what's right for you. And that person certainly isn't. So stop talking to them now.” he grabbed your arm and squeezed it a little.
“Be glad that I even let you out considering how much danger there is out there.” he harshly brought you closer too him. Your eyes started tremble as his stare was becoming meaner by the second.
“See how I don't even do my job correctly for your temporary happiness?” You gulped as his fingers made their way to your jaw.
“I'll start doing my work properly so no more of your so called friends.” his grip on your arm and jaw tightened.
He tilted his head slightly, an angelic face now in front of you.
“But don't worry, I can promise you, you'll be happy forever.” His usual sweet voice rang through your head confusing your brain, as the sudden change was a bit much. He kissed your nose before taking your hand back in his.
“Shall we go back home hm?” A sickening sweet smile appeared on his handsome features. You couldn't help but nod and follow his lead, as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened.
[23:55]
“Ugh please just leave me alone!” You groaned to the man sitting next to you as you tried falling back into slumber.
“Just go away. Let me sleep in peace. Do you know how creepy it is for you to break into my house and watch me sleep?” You queried him annoyed by his presence. Minghao's facial expression didn't change, he just kept looking at you.
“I don't care. My existence is weird. I'm a literal vampire. You should care about that instead.” You sighed in frustration. You turned around to face him and shot him a death glare.
“What am I supposed to do about you being a vampire? Just get out of my house, we'll talk later.” You went under the covers so that he couldn't see you. Within a second the cover was on the floor Minghao was sat next to you on your bed. You weren't even shocked anymore.
“Jesus Christ. You never leave me alone during the day, not letting me talk to anyone and if that wasn't enough, now you won't even let me sleep?”
“I don't leave you alone during the day because you can't seem to understand how you belong to me. Stop talking to those dumb mortals.” He explained calmly but still becoming more annoyed.
“Wow. Those are my friends. And I don't belong to anyone and especially not you. So fuck off and let me sleep.” As you tried getting up to get your cover back you were quickly pinned down on your bed.
“Care to repeat yourself?" He took a pause to observe your trembling pupils. “You know damn well what I can do. So keep your mouth shut before something happens.” He warned you. You nodded rapidly as he let go of your arms and went back to his original place. He put your covers over you before wishing you a good night. You didn't manage to get single second of rest after that, Minghao's words were running through your head, scared of what he could do to you.
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