#and i have SUCH a chip on my shoulder about it
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“Don’t tell me no.”
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
summary: you and eddie fuck in an abandoned church.
warnings: prob the dirtiest smut i’ve written in awhile, imo, so enjoy!! warnings include, smut, sex in a church, dom/sub dynamics, sub space, pre-consented to as always, decrophylia, light slapping, dirty talk, it’s very hot in this church lmao, language.
You’re both giggling as you burst into the old church, the sounds of the doors hitting the wall amplifying with an echo. You squeal as you run down the isles, looking back as he chases you. His face squints, his legs beginning to cramp as he puts his hands on his knees.
“Ah, no more.” He waves his hand breathless. “I’m getting too old to be chasing you around, darlin’.”
You laugh breathlessly, sweat rolling down your neck from the summer sun. You look around the room, the church many years abandoned since it’s last service. There’s beautiful stained glass windows, empty pews and discarded Bibles on the floor. A large cross hung on the wall, catching your eye as you looked up.
“This place gives me the creeps.” You shiver, nearly tripling on a bible. “Why’d you wanna bring me here, anyways?”
He shrugged his shoulders, finally able to breath again. “I dunno. Thought it was cool. Wayne always said the place was haunted.”
You looked around and cringed. “Great.”
The room echoed with your voices, the walls chipped with old paint and rust, weeds that were starting to grow through the cracks in the walls. There were leaves on the floor, covering the old carpet that was in desperate need of a good washing.
You felt Eddie’s hand on your waist, his hand sweeping your hair to expose your neck. You smirked when his lips found your skin. “Oh, I get it now. You brought me here to fulfill some fantasy, huh?”
You felt him smile against your skin. “What makes you say that?” He muttered innocently.
“I should have known.” You relaxed back into him, the excitement of the situation making your belly heat up.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, angel.” He moves up to your ear. “I’m just givin’ my sweet girl a kiss, is all.”
You turn to look at him, noses barely brushing over each other’s as you lock eyes. You blink and so does he, eyes asking each other for permission to continue. His lips capture yours in a hot, desperate kiss that says I need you.
Your arms tangle around his neck, his wrapping around your waist. Your lips attack his, kissing him desperately, wanting more. His tongue isn’t enough, swiping over your teeth and licking up your saliva. It’s not enough. You let him back you up against the wall, the bounce of your bodies making dirt fall from the ceiling.
His leg parts your thighs, his own resting against your mound as he makes love to your mouth. “I can feel you.” He husks, hotly. The room, your bodies, it’s all so hot you can barely stand it. “You’re so warm.”
Your pussy flutters for him, the deep throbbing of your clit becoming an uncomfortable ache that needed to be fixed. You grab his face and break apart the kiss. “Touch me.” You beg, hiding your face in his chest.
He’s panting, laying his forehead against your shoulder. His cock is straining his boxers painfully hard, you can feel it against your clothed cunt. “Touch you?” He repeats, turning his nose to your neck. His tongue licks your sweaty, sun burned skin, before he’s pushing you back against the wall. “What do you say?” He’s gripping your chin, softly, yet enough to hold your attention, as if he didn’t already have it.
He looks at you sternly, seductively. Dominantly. Slipping into a role that you knew all too well. It made you feel small, but it made you throb every time it did. You instinctively rub yourself against his jeans. He doesn’t miss the action.
“Please?” You mutter, face flushing in embarrassment, or maybe it’s just the damn heat. “Touch me, please, Ed?” You push your weight down on his thigh, your mound resting perfectly against it like a puzzle piece.
He smirks, grabbing each one of your hands and pining them at the sides of your head. “Doesn’t seem like you need me for that, sweetheart.” His lips go back to yours, plump and pink that fight yours for dominance. He bites your lip, making you whimper into the kiss. “Fuck yourself against me.”
You open your eyes in surprise. “What?” Your voice is shaking for lust. “No, I-”
“Don’t tell me no.” He grips your face so hard your cheeks press together, giving your face a little shake. “Do as I say, or we’ll leave and you’ll get nothing at all.”
You’re whimpering at the harshness, the lust making you light headed and dizzy. You choke out a dry sob, embarrassed, as you rub yourself against his thigh. You look away, but he lightly taps your face.
“Uh-uh.” He disciplines you, giving you another light tap. “Eyes on me. Watch me as you fuck yourself like the desperate whore you are.”
It’s so hot, he panted out the words. It had to at least be 100 degrees in there. Your fingers squeeze at the hands that hold your wrists as you fuck your cunt against his leg. Your clit throbbing at the feeling of denim against the swollen bead. You moan, you can’t help it. You’re so hot and you feel so good, so fucking needy for him. You rock yourself faster, you’ve barely started and you’re already so close to finishing right on his thigh.
You keep eye contact with him, and he slowly inches closer to you to rest his forehead against yours. He helps you out, rubbing his own thigh against your pussy. You cry out, getting messy with your desperate rubs that attempt to get you undone.
“Good girl.” He praises you. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
You nod ferociously. “Yes, sir!” You slip into your submissive roll, sinking back further and further into your brain that makes you go foggy.
He stops you, pushing on your leg before you can cum, separating your cunt from his thigh. “Not yet, honey.” He let’s go of your wrists, hurriedly working to undo his belt buckle. “I wanna fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”
Your face burns bright in excitement, you’re nearly falling to the floor. He grabs your hand and urges you to follow him, bringing you to the closest pew and bends you over it, your hands resting on the old wooden railing of the seat.
“Hold on, baby.” He flips up your dress, pulls down your panties and slowly pushes into you so you can adjust to his size. A desperate moan ripples through you, your fingers gripping at the seat you’re bent over. You’re jaw falls slack as he thrusts all the way into you, that familiar, welcoming burn stretching you open.
“Oh, fuck.” Eddie praises after the first thrust, looking up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.
He pulls out and quickly switches the pace, now that you’ve adjusted to him. He fucks you fast and hard, messy and desperate, aching to please you and himself. Your legs shake so badly you fear they might fall off, you’re sobbing, hot, boiling tears falling down your face and onto the floor.
Your clit is throbbing, so you reach between your legs and messily swipe at it to dull the ache. His hands bruise your hips in a menacing grip, his hips snapping against your ass that had the room echoing with sensual, pornographic noises.
“Oh, god, baby.” His hair is damp at the tips from sweating, it’s dripping onto your back. He feels so good, his dick is throbbing and his belly is as tight as a drum. He’s so close to snapping that bubble, but he wants to give you more.
“Do you like it- when daddy, ah shit, fucks you, baby?” He’s getting messier, his voice is shaking.
You’re barely able to speak. “Yes!” You blubber, drool spilling out of your mouth that matches the tears in your eyes, the sweat above your lip that leaves a salty taste on your tongue. Each thrust leaves you hiccuping, sobbing. Your breath hitches when you body twitches. Eddie feels you, giving one last, hard thrust that his him busting inside of you.
You’re both releasing together, your pussy clamping down on his cock that his him spewing out curse words in the abandoned house of god. Your body is shaking so bad you can barely move, the tears haven’t stopped and it’s so damn hot.
He collapses atop of you, his body on yours as he fights for air. You’re slipping from your spot, making his eyes widen briefly before he stands up and catches you. “Woah, baby.” He says in exhaustion, heat exhaustion.
You fall into his chest and allow him to pick you up, your head lulling to the side. “You alright, honey?”
You smile, somehow manage to, your body rippling with the pleasure of his cock, his arousal creating a sticky substance down your leg. You’re not able to say anything, but you give him the goofiest grin you can muster, sticking up your thumb in a thumbs up motion.
He snickers and kisses your head, looking down to realize he’s still naked. “Fuck, babe, I gotta put my clothes back on.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader smut#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie smut#eddie the brave#eddie x y/n
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as someone who got a small scratch on my leg by my cat ( on accident ) and felt it stinging for several minutes, there is absolutely no logical reason that adora shouldn't have been traumatized for near-life ( or forever ) or shouldn't have been in agonizing pain when catra scratched her several times.
even in 'Save the Cat', the reason why adora is crying isn't because she's in physical, burning pain, but because of catra being chipped.
and it's not like her acknowledging the pain would make a difference on the fandom anyway. girl literally has a nervous breakdown about catra killing her, killing her friends, destroying etheria, and their response is to act like adora saying "take me out" means she wants catra to take her on a date.
they don't take any of adora's pain seriously unless it negatively affects catra in some way, so they wouldn't have the excuse of "well, there's no lasting consequences, so ofc they wouldn't react", because the consequences that do last still don't matter to them. half even blame adora for it and act like she's being unreasonable.
but catra escalating a war and committing universal genocide, death of the monarch, and attempted murder-suicide isn't unreasonable or irredeemable at all. right.
like i said, i've gotten a small scratch on accident and it hurt like a bitch. i can't even imagine the agony you'd have to go through from getting scratched on both cheeks and on your back, shoulders to waist. and then again, by the same person, on your leg and, again, on your back.
#anti catradora#anticatradora#anti catra#anticatra#spop adora#she ra adora#adora#adora deserves better#spop catra#she ra catra#catra#spop#she ra#spop salt#spop critical
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"Colin should have grovelled more!" "Penelope folded too easily"
I think statements like this typically come from people who like Penelope. . .but don't really understand her. And don't really understand just why she cares for Colin, and just why him groveling would not in any way bring her peace.
Penelope and Colin are kindred spirits in their loneliness, in season 3 more than any others. Penelope had lost her friendship with Eloise, and Colin didn't really have a close friend circle to begin with. Except with Pen. Pen was the person he could put the mask down for, could open up to, (in particular with their 'dreams' discussion) and that's why he couldn't even entertain the idea of giving up talking to her in Season 2. She is a vital part of his life, and holds so much significance and importance to him.
I imagine that's what made their silence over his travels especially painful for him. They spent such a long time talking after Season 1, and he even informs her that her letters were so encouraging, that it helped him heal something inside of himself. That if she could see him in a gentle way. . .so could he. (And he repays this, because he is honest to god out here acting and looking at her like she hung the moon in the sky). But without her presence in his life, he spiraled. Didn't feel confident in being who he is, and thus put on his persona more firmly. We know this because he wrote in his journal that "I want to be less needy, less insecure, while still maintaining the core of my vulnerability that makes me who I am". That he misses his family, that he misses home.
And we know, from the books, that Home? Home is Penelope. Penelope is his North Star, is his guiding force, and who I argue he feels he needs. In his very first scene, he looks toward her house, tries to find her in the window. When he does not, he returns to his family. In the outdoor gathering, he looks for her and finds her, eager to talk. He states aloud that he misses her, and I imagine he wrote it, too. Not hearing back from her over the course of his travels was surely something that hurt him, but he doesn't hold any ill will toward her for it, only wants to reconnect again. In fact, the one and only time he brings up how he misses her and that she didn't respond, she makes very clear the reason why: she heard what he said and it hurt her. And he's ashamed of it.
Colin hears her call him cruel, and instead of ruffling his feathers about it, instead of getting upset, instead of having a chip on his shoulder as I feel so many men would about it. . .he understands why she does so.
Penelope is a woman who has been largely treated poorly in her society. She feels unheard, she feels undesired, and in her circumstances, and I can't help but ask myself. . .has anyone ever truly apologized to Penelope for hurting her, before? Her mother? Her sisters? Eloise, likely, but. . .anyone else? And the way Colin did? Because of all the characters in the show, Colin? Colin knows how to apologize. He has a lot of practice in it. And very importantly: Colin, a man of privilege in his society, apologizes. . .predominately to women. To Marina, to his mother, and multiple times to Penelope.
Ultimately, Penelope wants to be heard, Penelope wants to be understood, Penelope wants to feel desired.
And Colin checks every single one of those boxes. He informs he is not who he was before, and then he proves it to her. He hears that he hurt her, and he comments on it directly. An entire night apart, and he comes back to her 'Because I embarrass you' with 'I am most certainly not ashamed of you', replies to her 'I am a laughingstock' with 'you are clever, and warm, and I am proud to call you my good friend'. He hears her proclaim her own insecurities, and empathizes so deeply with her. He listens. He understands. He makes clear that he cares for her, and that she *is* desired. 'You lift my spirits' 'I seek you out at every social assembly'. That she helps him see the world in ways he loves, that he sees HER and how much she has cared for HIM, that she makes him feel appreciated, that he appreciates her, in turn.
And then? Then? He shows her. He tells her, and he shows her. His actions all throughout Season 3 reinforce this apology. He continues looking for her in every corner of every ballroom, he continues complimenting her, he laughs at her jokes and respects her boundaries, he is ever so gentle with her, he listens to her with an attentiveness that no one else has ever given her. To Lady Whistledown? Sure. But to Penelope? Who else in the entirety of that ton has listened to Penelope the way Colin has?
Absolutely no one.
Penelope Featherington ghosts Colin Bridgerton for months with no explanation, and Colin comes back wanting to reach out to her, and she finally tells him why.
And he apologizes. Because he listens. Really, truly listens. And really truly cares.
I need you to understand how rare that is, even nowadays, but especially back then. That Colin is the kind of man who can put his hurt to the side and realize he made a mistake, that he said something callous, and he adores her, and he can't lose her, and he has to see her and make it right.
Because that's why Penelope fell for Colin. Not because he's beautiful, not for his charm, not for his family. But for his heart. Because he shows her kindness in a world that so often disregards her. Because he seeks her out and tries to understand her, truly hears what she has to say and compliments her, says he's sorry and looks at things from her perspective.
Because he saw her when she was invisible.
Penelope Featherington, who grew up in a house that made cruel jabs at her, has Colin Bridgerton come to her and say he regrets what he said, and that he was wrong, and that he understands why she's mad at him. Penelope Featherington who has so rarely had much of anyone tell her that they're sorry for what they said about her, sits before Colin Bridgerton as he professes how much she means to him. That he cannot even spend a full day away from her knowing they're on bad terms with each other without making it right. That he sees how she is hurting and he has to in any way he can amend it. She is lonely, with no one really in her corner at the start of season 3, and she feels like she lost it all, and Colin comes to her and says 'no, I'm here and I appreciate you and you are special to me, please let me in and let me prove it'. Is it any wonder why after she shakes his hand, she stands in the sun, and she feels the warmth of it, she can smile? That she can breathe, again? That she can be truly content for the first time in the season?
Because Penelope Featherington does not want Colin to beg. She knows him. She knows the tender, full heart he hides behind the new cavalier persona. She knows the soft underbelly of Colin Bridgerton.
He never had to grovel. All he had to do was love her. Assuredly. Fervently. Loudly. Unapologetically.
And he does.
#polin#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#bridgerton#sorry y'all i just have a lot of feelings and i need to get them out like they invented love what am i meant to do witH THAT INFORMATION!?#they just care about each other so much and so deeply#and they see the best in each other#penelope was hurt but she never HATED him#penelope was hurt and when she said 'i never thought you of all people could be so cruel' she also knew. . .he isn't#he isn't cruel#he's a young man trying his best in the world and he wanted to fit in and that made him say something hurtful about her#but he has a history of uplifting her#and he continues to do so#not one bad word about penelope all this season#'you are penelope featherington. . .never forget that' (you deserve the world) (you are amazing)#colin bridgerton said 'i love you' over and over this season and in the seasons before but we didn't hear it because we thought#it was only professed in one language#'you really are very good you know that?' 'you only wanted to keep me from heartache' 'what could possibly measure up to all that?'#'that you would never forsake me' 'you are pen. . .you are my friend. . .you do not count' (i could never give you up)#'i will always look after you penelope'#they are friends to lovers but there is love in that friendship#a deep beautiful love they have with each other#and sorry i'm ugly crying but i just adore them
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I seriously don't understand why shigaraki OUT OF ALL THE CHARACTERS got an ending like this one. This is the last thing I expected because horikoshi has always written him with so much care.
well you see..............!!! uh!!!!!
honestly i don't think we'd know without knowing more about behind the scenes machinations and processes. horikoshi certainly put more care in characterization and development for shigaraki compared to deku, but - especially in the last act - it unwilling to put deku through anything that might challenge him, or critique him, or might potentially portray him as anything more realistic that thee ideal paragon of morality and heroism. and in order to preserve deku's heroic image, shigaraki has to be shoved the side via possession and then have his issues dumbed down to "maybe my quirk makes me evil".
it actually kind of reminds of the kouta subplot way back in forest training. lil kouta has genuine issues with heroes as a result of losing his parents, but deku isn't in a position to understand or position those issues, which the narrative explicitly recognizes. so all of a sudden kouta also has a chip on his shoulder about quirks and how they're used, which deku CAN respond. to by showing off his cool punch. interesting conflict in one character comes up, only to be dumbed down into something that the protag can actually work with. this is why iida should have gotten the kouta subplot.
deku also just kind of. ruins other characters by association lmao. bakugou is actually a character i generally enjoy, due to him being as awful as he was and needing to be put through his paces and that being interesting to watch. i consider his apology to deku to be a highlight of the last act! but because deku has stagnated so much and can't match bakugou's energy, and the story also has to let you know that deku is really cool and inspiring and unimpeachably good, bakugou gets dumbed down into another deku groupie, still obsessively comparing himself to him.
like, i don't doubt that shigaraki is still a really important character to horikoshi. but whether it's through his own faults as a writer, or the crushing impact of an unhealthy work environment, or being pushed to do things with his story that he didn't really want to do by editorial. we got what we got. is what it is.
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I’m gonna live forever—three.
Neighbors, hit man!Billy, pagan!reader, hurt/comfort, discussion on childhood trauma, abandonment, abuse, toxic family dynamics, nightmares, PTSD, fem!reader.
819 words.
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(I’m trying to make a masterlist but Tumblr won’t cooperate. I hope this appears in the tags)
“Billy?”
“Hmm?” He asked, sitting next to you in front of your altar, candles glowing and flickering against the deer antlers making strange shapes on the wall, as rain hit the window next to you, bathing the room in a gray gloom.
“I used to go hunting with my uncle. He’s dead now, and I have mixed feelings about it. We had a complicated relationship. He hurt me so many times. But I liked his attention, because I was fatherless. And he did things with me, taught me how to shoot. How to fish.” You said, staring into the flickering flames, thunder rumbled.
A chance to see your practice, and he admitted to himself that he was curious. The woman at the group home had been strict about allowing things with magic, so as not to tempt devils. But you seemed relaxed, but Billy had feared hell on his heels as a child.
“I just needed to say it. To get the hurt out,” you adjusted yourself, a deep sigh leaving you, as you played with the flame on one of your candles.
“Is it out?” He asked, voice deep and warm.
“No.”
“I think holdin’ onto a handful of good memories, and romanticizing the person stops you from movin’ on. No use holding onto something that wasn’t there.” He said, shoulders bumping yours, watching your sage burn, a slightly woodsy scent. It must have reminded you of your uncle, in the woods up north, hunting.
Billy only wished he could take his own advice, thinking of his mother, how he held onto her in the hospital, talking to a woman every Saturday who never loved him. But the memories of her before drugs, knitting and counting stitches had himnholding on. What had he done to make her hate him? He had been just a boy.
“I know you’re right,” you said, bringing him back, laying out your tarot cards, but it was easier said than done to let go of a toxic loved one, you both knew.
“You believe in those?” He asked, sounding skeptical, tilting his head and admiring the craftsmanship of the deck, eyes drawn to the Death card, thinking of his work in the Marines, his jaw tightened. He didn’t want to think about those things with you, he wanted to keep his professional life separate from you.
“No, I studied psychology, so I believe in confirmation bias.” You said toying with the Emperor card, almost burning it in the candle. “Oops,” you giggled, blowing on the end of the card. “But they’re fun to play with.” You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips.
The kids outside shrieked and laughed, and the fall leaves and rain blustered on, and they were having fun in the puddles, but you were warm inside with your neighbor, drinking hot apple cider.
“Where’d you get those antlers?” He asked, peaceful for the first time in a long time, it was why he always came to your apartment when nightmares took him. You had become a refuge.
“Artemis.” You teased him, and he huffed, nudging you with his shoulder again, “A boy hunting with my uncle gave them to me. I was maybe ten.” You said, digging through a resin bowl you made, a deep purple. You pulled something out of it.
His stomach fluttered, as you handed him a rose quartz. “So you can sleep tonight. Chase the nightmares away.”
So you knew why he was always up at, why he avoided naps and sleeping altogether. As a Marine, he’d learned to go on very little sleep. He wondered how long you knew. His fingers clutched it, “You’re too soft,” he husked, leaning down to kiss your cheek lingering, endeared by you.
“I know, I could never bring myself to shoot anything, and I cried when I realized where the cows were going at the farm we stayed at. He told me not to name the cows. It would only make me attached. I ended up just doing BB gun tournaments. He resented my softness, my chatter, my inability to sit still. And then he died, he left me,” you began putting your cards away, as the candles burned brighter, wiggling your legs, knee bumping his.
But Billy loved your soft soul, always thinking of others, of him. Even animals. Like Luna, your stray cat you took in. She’d hissed at you, scratching you until you bled, but you continued to feed her, and your gentleness won her over. A difference from the hard, and practical Madani who never believed in magic, or fairy tales. But you looked for the extraordinary in the ordinary.
His soft fairy, living in your small mushroom house with Luna. He wanted to live there with you.
He tugged on your hair. “I want you to be you, otherwise you wouldn’t be worth half as much to me.”
And you were worth plenty.
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watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.
alex & julie & flynn?
"Snacks?"
Flynn waved to the table laden with bowls of chips, gummies, chocolates, and a veggie tray for when Ray complained about the amount of junk.
"Drinks?"
Alex pulled out the bottles of chilled soda, water, and the fancy mugs with twisty straws from which to drink them. "You got the comfort?"
"Of course!" Julie replied, fluffing a few more pillows to toss onto the couch, blankets folded over the back for ease of grabbing. "We ready?"
"Let's go!" Flynn declared, hitting a few buttons on the remote.
"I can't wait to see how this season turns out, though I hate that they split it," Alex said, already reaching for the white cheddar popcorn. "Do you know how hard it was to avoid spoilers?"
"Word," Flynn replied around a mouthful of chocolate malt balls. "I had to blacklist the tag and everything."
Julie was too busy enjoying her soda to comment. To be fair, she wasn't the biggest fan of this show-period dramas weren't really her thing. But Flynn loved it, and had roped Alex in (even if he refused to stay in the room during the intense love scenes claiming they were softcore porn) so Julie watched it with them to bond with her two best friends.
"I'm surprised Willie and Carrie aren't here," she said during a ball scene.
"Working," Alex replied.
"Dirty Candi rehearsal," Flynn stated. "What about Reg and Luke?'
"Date night," Julie replied.
"Wait-" Alex said, turning to her. "You're missing date night to watch Bridgerton with us?"
"I mean yeah," Julie said with a shrug. "Best friend bonding is important too. Plus the guys wanted to hit the arcade and that is definitely not my scene."
"Aww Jules," Flynn cooed, pulling her in for a hug. "Next time let us know thought right? We can find a night that works for all of us."
"It really is fine," Julie assured her. "We balance out our date nights-sometimes Luke and Reggie do stuff by themselves, sometimes I go with either one of them. We just try to do most of our date nights together."
"Well next date night you guys can have a fun little game of croquet and a steamy gazebo visit!" Flynn cackled.
"Flynn!" Julie shrieked, feeling her face heat up even as she remembered the fun she and her partners had at mini golf just the other week when Reggie revealed how easy the windmill was to break into.
"Ew," Alex grumbled, his face screwing up. "Julie I love you, but those two are my best friends so I have no wish to know what you guys get up to on your dates."
"I thought we were your best friends," Flynn said with a fake pout.
"To be fair, Willie is probably my bestest friend," Alex snarked. "Lu and Reg are my oldest. You two are my best friends who are girls."
"Ahem," Julie coughed, subtly gesturing at Flynn.
"Girl and gender nonconforming friend," Alex amended.
"Damn straight!" Flynn proclaimed.
"Well none of us fit that description," Julie stated, and the three of them burst into giggles.
"Do either of you have a sweet clue what's going on?" Alex asked as they turned back to the screen.
"None whatsoever," Flynn replied. "Rewind?"
Julie nodded and grabbed the remote, going back to where they were before getting distracted.
"Hey," Flynn whispered as the credits rolled later, leaning on Julie's shoulder. "Thanks for watching this with us, I know it's not your jam."
"Anything for you guys," Julie replied. "But I get to pick the next series we binge."
"Deal," Alex piped up cuddling in on her other side. "Just no more softcore porn."
They all burst into laughter at that, completely missing the intro to the next episode, but none of them minded in the slightest. After all, the ton wasn't going anywhere.
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Actually the whole work thing would be infinitely less stressful if I actually knew how to navigate the white collar world and was not from a working class background and I have no idea how anything works because we were poor! No one in my family has done shit like this!
#the duality of fran#like. calling my job white collar is a little laughable#im not like. a lawyer. but in the sense that it's office work and not trades or physical labour#but yeah my family is like. cannot help me at all#and i have SUCH a chip on my shoulder about it#not so much the poor ness but the inexperience. the fish out of water feeling. the ignorance#i don't know how to naviagte this world. it is so far removed from everything i grew up with#and i hate that#(oh adam parrish i get it i get it i get it. its shame and anger and HUNGER)#plus like. i lowkey think some of the financial instability of my childhood#while never severe (we were housed and clothed and fed and by all accounts fine)#just having the threat or miasma of it hanging over us esp when [redacted] happened#like i think that made me especially fearful and wary of career insability or any sort of change or risk
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hate when straight girls talk about chopping off all their hair and they mean this
not to expose myself for scrolling on tiktok but jesus christ + also all the comments are like do NOT cut your hair you will regret it so much!! do you all want me to kill myself
#chip on my shoulder about how many people have tried to talk me out of cutting my hair short :/#i’ve had short hair + loved it i am not going to regret it just bc you think women should have long hair#and you think that short means shoulder length#another chip on my shoulder about how many search results for ‘short wavy hair’ are shoulder length haircuts#fuck you personally actually
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I made a theme song for my dead fursona, and now I'm going to pay money for you to hear it.
#I'm not apologizing for blazing this time#yes I'm aware of what it implies about my music that it costs money for people to hear it#and yes I'm aware that people sometimes get paid by others to hear their music and I know that that ship has sailed for me#and yes I have a massive chip on my shoulder about it#but you know what else I have#10 dollars#so
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i have not listened to hamilton in like a week why is he STILL HERE
read the tags if you want to see me talk about musicals for a little TOO long
#this is no hate to you mr leslie odom jr#but i have most certainly listened to other musicians/bands more#anyways i'd say the rest is accurate#my bff and i have been doing a musical binge#started with wicked -> ride the cyclone -> shrek -> legally blonde -> falsettos#i cried twice at falsettos btw it's so fucked up (i loved it sm)#i've listened to wicked before but haven't actually *seen* it so that was nice#i've also heard a couple songs from ride the cyclone & falsettos b4 so i already knew they'd be good#and i've seen shrek the musical like 3 times bc i unironically love it#overall opinions: ride the cyclone might have my favorite cast of characters and i think falsettos might be my favorite musical now#fav songs (for funsies):#ride the cyclone: noel's lament / the ballad of jane doe / jawbreaker / space age bachelor man (insane song btw)#wicked: no good deed / popular#shrek: i know it's today / don't let me go / i think i got you beat / this is our story / what's up duloc?#falsettos: this had better come to a stop / i'm breaking down / four jews in a room bitching / a tight-knit family/love is blind#falsettos cont.: everyone hates his parents / falsettoland/about time#legally blonde: blood in the water / positive / ireland / chip on my shoulder / so much better / whipped into shape / take it like a man#legally blonde cont.: bend and snap / there! right there! / legally blonde / legally blonde - remix / find my way/finale#SORRY I OPENED A PANDORA'S BOX WHEN I STARTED TALKING ABOUT MUSICALS#i really should've posted this on my other acc oh well#okay i'm gonna shut up now im so sorry LMAO#falsettos#legally blonde musical#legally blonde the musical#shrek the musical#shrek musical#wicked#wicked musical#ride the cyclone
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I know the song Superman (It's Not Easy) by Five for Fighting is like metaphorically comparing the struggles of the narrator with that of Superman - being a figure who's expected to be seen as invincible and infallible, heavily implied to be like a new parent who wants to give their kid everything, but having struggles and anxieties that they wrestle with to provide that illusion and fill that mythical role. Yes, I am an immovable rock who will never shatter - but men weren't meant to fly with clouds between their knees. I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane. Even heroes have the right to bleed.
But it works so well because it's such a great portrait of Superman himself. He too is only a man. He dreams. He's bold and heroic and fantastic, but he understands the frailty of human life and he knows that he's just one guy trying his best. He's just as much the man in the song as he is the figure who the figure is comparing himself to.
He does a lot of good, but he's still Clark Kent, the man who reminisces fondly about his deceased dad. He's Clark Kent, the guy who gets along with Lois Lane and who would take both halves of the world and hold them together under the sheer magnitude of his strength if it were falling apart around her. Now, he could probably physically do that - but it's the weight of how he feels about her that matters. It's something he shares with all of us at our most idyllic selves, with the fantastical element of actually being able to make good on his promise if he needs to - but he's still Clark Kent, the man. He still worries, and regardless of his supernatural ability to help them if he absolutely needs to, he still fiercely wants the people he loves to be okay.
Everything that makes Superman special is - for the last labored lyrical reference in this Tumblr post - the special things he's looking for inside of himself. He works as the impossible figure of a hero that a person might always strive to meet, to keep his family happy and comfortable and safe while keeping up the facade, but CLARK KENT IS ALSO THE GUY. HE'S A GUY. HE'S GOT A HEART PUMPING BLOOD AND EVERYTHING THAT'S AWESOME ABOUT YOU AND ME.
So like the song is a great case study of a man trying to live up to impossible standards and become infallible, which is fallacious and impossible by the narrator's own admission due to the human flaws that are screaming to come out against his efforts to be that sort of figure, but it's an outstanding case study of Superman as the man and the myth. The pretty face beside a train and the guy who acknowledges that men like him aren't meant to fly above the clouds.
And the weight to which I feel that this song exemplifies the duality of Superman so well is only exacerbated by the 10+ years of "what if someone killed Lois Lane and Superman became a fascist", or "what if Superman actually wasn't Superman but was actually Casual Murder Is Okay Man because real people would actually Commit Mass Murder if they were Superman", in almost every significant cultural depiction of Superman.
Like yeah, Evil Superman is a cool concept. But that's all he is to most people nowadays. If Evil Superman existed, who's SO MUCH COOLER and MORE INTERESTING than 1950's NUCLEAR FAMILY BOYSCOUT SUPERMAN, how would BATMAN have to KILL HIM????? Would he drop a KRYPTONITE MOON on him?????? It feels like that's all anyone says or feels about Superman any more.
So like, the song Superman (It's Not Easy) by Five for Fighting maybe isn't meant to be a commentary on the duality of Superman. Superman is explicitly a reference point, the narrator compares his efforts and struggles with the huge feats that Superman accomplishes despite the very human doubts and shortcomings that comes with being a guy in uncharted water who's just trying to do his best - but it's not explicitly "the guy is Clark Kent". It's just a metaphor for this regular-ass dude to vent his insecurities about being a supportive figure despite his insecurities. The comparison is invited, but it's not Literally a song about Clark Kent's relationship between himself and his persona of Superman. I'd even say that this is explicitly not the case.
But viewing it as being a comment on the duality of Superman, it's still one of the most cohesive and straightforward depictions of the guy in the last 20-ish years. It is a superb fucking song.
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#superman#all-star superman is an imperfect movie but it's still something that tried to have that pure undistilled ideal of superman#he's dying. he has limited time. so what does he do? he does the regular impulsive human things like ask out the love of his life#he accomplishes some of his greatest feats and he's able to share his world with lois lane just for a moment#and he finally gets to match wits and exchange ideologies with lex luthor#on a level playing field#apparently the comic is god-tier. i do have the movie on bluray but it's not the best animated dc movie of its era#and while yeah I have a chip on my shoulder the size of the american midwest about zack snyder and his movies#keep in mind I'm not taking the opportunity to flog the shit out of his movies#i sure as shit won't praise them or give them a pat on the back even for the parts people want to hear are good#but that's a beef for another day. this is a post about my love for Superman not a post for me to be a toxic little shit#about things I don't like. even if this does dip a little into that#Youtube
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lol planning summer reading and apparently something got added last minute that is now butting up on the programs i had planned so glad someone asked before putting out flyers about it 😘😘😘
#do i have a chip on my shoulder about being a teen librarian?#yes because you are not thought of#pretending not to be mad about it while now doing half the work for the program itself yaaaay#note that srp planning starts in like january#and we're already at decreased staff during an extremely busy season#so yeah this seems like a fun good idea to throw onto everyone's plates except the person whose idea it is
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I wanna protect everyone who's still willing to draw joukai art in this day and age while braving how it's increasingly the fandom black sheep ship and tumblr's shitty reblogging drought
#not gonna lie I get so mad sometimes when I look at the notes and reblog rates of this ship's art compared to others#not gonna say which but it feels like every damn one at this point#but I can't blame anyone who gives up because they don't feel like they're getting validated for their efforts#makes me sad when they do or decide it's better to invest their time in other ships#understandably not everyone can keep going on spite like I do#🧂🧂🧂#yeah yeah preaching to the crowd#there are many rare pairs out there with it worse#but at least no one is telling them that their ship is abusive or lecturing them#or i hope not because that shit is patronizing as hell and people should stfu#unsurprisingly I still have a chip on my shoulder there#look my brain is in an awful place because of work and I'm gonna rant about fandom instead
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okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds
#covers mouth sorry so sorry guys#im a huge fan of beacon of positivity + good boy (elle puts a leash on emmett confirmed) + love and war (not in the demo but part of SF)#+ i liked some of the lyrics in the demo version of so much better (it called back to beacon of positivity!!! (i am insane)) such as:#I dream of your name next to my own but mine's looking fine up there alone#but i greatly prefer all the official songs we got. well. maybe good boy over ireland wouldve been fun (i think ireland is boring)#but itd play into the 'all men are dogs hurr hurr' joke that im glad they avoided. anyways. what was i saying.#right i havent listened to every version of everything yet (for example theres a SF version of chip on my shoulder i need to watch)#(and just the SF vers in general. shes hidden from me... why was emmett there before the remix... let me see their conversation)#but from what i have heard they made a lot of changes that were sorely needed. in take it like a man demo shes so much meaner??#it made me sad. it wasnt a duet + they wrung out the romantic tension (no subtext by calvin klein... sigh) + shes meaner!!!!#in the bway vers hes baffled but enjoys going along w it + she genuinely likes him even when hes wearing his regular clothes#but in the demo vers she keeps calling him stuff like ugly duckling and talking about how the geek is gone :( but she likes that geek..#the lines 'how much do you think i earn??' and 'kindly shut up :)' are funny but speak to a dynamic between the two that makes me sad...#follow me for more beautiful opinions on a fifteen year old musical#(heaves. do you know weird it is to see comments from 15yrs ago when this was actually showing. my brother is fifteen.)#god im so sorry i should be put down like a dog#lgb bootleggers are intense. i swear they got a bootleg every night or smth bc we got her shoe flying off + SF + kyle as understudy etc#go watch a so much better compilation sometime how did they take so many bootlegs?? how did you find them??#and its awesome cause these were filmed on 2007/2008 tech which means they have 15 pixels maximum#SORRRRYYYYYYYYYY
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Man is saying weird things to me again
#help mom he's oversharing about drinking scotch every evening#that's very on brand for Man#tales from diana#i literally did Nothing to reach out to him i don't know what he wants#i was just thinking in the shower literally not even half an hour ago about how you know it's strange#he used to always have this way of talking to me like he was trying to impress me which is just kinda silly honestly#like i was a 20-21-year-old in awe of him and he was a retired male model eight years older than me w more life experience#and some rather exotic and interesting experiences at that#i think he somewhat envies that i seem (at least to him) like a self-possessed 'intellectual'#thats how he talks to me at least. it's funny tho#not that im not. like. smart. i think the both of us know i'm better-read than he'll be in 3 lifetimes#and i'm not quite self-possessed but i certainly don't have the open-wounded insecurity he does#while also being rather more confident than most ppl in some areas (and it's not ALL unearned)#he's got much more ambition than i do though. more ambition than i'll have in 10 lifetimes#and he seems to do everything with a motivation of external validation and approval.#so i think he has a chip on his shoulder. poor little Man#the two of us could not be more opposite. but i don't really strive to be like him in the ways he strives to be like me#he chases this dream of what he thinks the perfect man is and it's quite inhuman so of course he falls short.#i on the other hand am if anything much TOO accepting of my own faults and shortcomings. ahem#these are all things i will never say to Man. he's too silly to hear it#besides. im rather sure he likes me (? in some way) and i am these days just very ambivalent to him#i can't NOT say i find him attractive bc i do but he's just. sooooo not the one lol#he's a fascinating creature all flaws aside but i never find myself studying him at my own volition#Man just comes outta the woods sometimes to tell me about his travels or women or whiskey. he's odd#he's very eccentric but between the two of us i think i'm the better eccentric. no wonder he visits me sometimes#but he brings gifts and prayers like he's coming to a devotional shrine or something. i'm like sir this is not a temple#he'll never be normal but he is so strange in the ways i'm too good for. if i do say so myself#(and that's saying something bc i'm not too good for ANYTHING)
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I don't need to be mean to people who have a kink for the Emerald-Cinder dynamic. It's already dire out there enough for them being totally barren of narrative sensibility. I don't need to kick them when they're down
I did already make an enemy of one of those big blogs and I know that other big Cinder blog definitely doesn't like me either. God it's so fucking funny I can't help myself I'm sorry.
#at least I never made a running joke about cinder being illiterate.#some slights I never forget loI I have such a chip on my shoulder about that#I don't exactly want much to do with people who think romance is silly anyway. or are responsible for the tumblrification of fandom
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