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anthonyhopeswife · 3 months

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ˏˋ　headcanons　ˎˊ　୨୧　anthony hope ♡ reader　( nsfw )

✧ pet names. anthony is OBSESSED with being called pet names. ‘pretty boy’, ‘good boy’, ‘sweet boy’, ‘baby boy’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, ‘angel’... all of the above!

✧ of course, he also has plenty of sweet nicknames for you, too, such as ‘princess’ and ‘my love’ and ‘darling’ – among many others. he shows his adoration for you through words because he feels that touch isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he feels for you.

✧ he has the biggest kink of all time for recieving praise. he needs to hear you tell him what a good boy he is and how good he’s making you feel. he just wants so badly to please you :(( <3

✧ he gets inexplicably embarrassed by his own come and tries to clean up his mess as quickly as possible.

✧ yours, however? that’s a completely different story. he loves tasting you. he’ll lick it off of his fingers or clean you off with his tongue in a heartbeat if you give him permission to do so.

✧ he moans “i love you” while you’re fucking him. ( and, of course, you always say it right back to him, because how could you not? )

✧ anthony likes it when you give him love bites and hickies – especially since he can hide them easily under his scarf. the thought of belonging to you is a major turn on for him.

✧ anthony is surprisingly loud in the act. he whimpers and whines a lot. he’d be shy and self-conscious about this at first, but once you reassure him that you like hearing his pretty noises and encourage him to keep making them for you, he would do so gladly.

✧ his eyes roll back when he’s close to finishing.

✧ his favorite position is cowgirl. he loves it when you’re on top of him, controlling the pace and riding him into the mattress.

✧ he’s very well-mannered in bed. he says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. he always asks for permission and he does exactly as he’s told. he’s a good boy!! <3

✧ he usually prefers for you to be very gentle with him, but he also likes it when you’re a little playfully mean from time to time. teasing him, making him beg just to be touched or kissed, edging him and denying his orgasm over and over... yeah. he likes that. of course, he always trusts you to hold him in your arms afterwards and tell him how much you love him. usually he’ll fall asleep like that as you’re stroking his hair and whispering sweet things to him.

✧ prior to the two of you living together, he’ll let you fuck him in absolutely any place you can find that’s private. he spends his life moving between the bountiful and various docks/ports, so it’s incredibly rare to have a moment just between the two of you. a risky quickie is occasionally necessary, given the circumstances.

✧ in addition to that, need i remind you that anthony is LOUD. you may have to let him bury his face in your neck or maybe even put your hand over his mouth in order to keep him quiet and not get caught.

✧ he has a kink for being overpowered. it’s particularly evident in the way he reacts whenever you pin his wrists to the mattress or push him up against a wall.

✧ one of his absolute favorite things in the world is when you’re spooning him and you reach around to jerk him off from behind. the combination of being held in your arms and the pleasure of you touching him is everything he could ask for.

✧ if you tug on his hair or bite his lip while you’re kissing him, he’ll moan into your mouth.

✧ when it comes to oral, he’s more of a giver than a receiver; he simply adores pleasing you with his mouth. making you moan, feeling your hands tangled in his hair, hearing you praise him and tell him how good he’s making you feel, getting to taste you once you’ve come on his tongue... it’s heaven for him. he especially loves when you ride his face.

✧ contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’s entirely clueless about sex prior to meeting you. he’s a sailor, so even in spite of how puritanical people tended to be in the victorian era, he’s certainly heard more than his fair share of crude stories from the men in his crew, as well as the ones he’s met during his travels. that being said, he’s still definitely a virgin before the two of you cross paths, and he doesn’t have any real sexual experience yet.

✧ he definitely likes being fucked with a strap-on. do with that what you will.

✧ he’s turned on by being ( very lightly ) choked. just feeling your hand brush against his neck or your fingers wrap around his throat while you’re kissing him drives him MAD.

✧ he giggles whenever you accidentally brush against or kiss a ticklish spot during sex.

✧ he likes for you to grab his hips and pin them down while you suck him off. a recurring theme here is that he REALLY likes getting pinned down.

✧ he gets so insanely turned on by dirty talk. all it takes is for you to tease him about how eager he is or talk about all the filthy things you’re going to do to him, and he’s already a blushing, moaning mess.

✧ no matter how rough or intense things may get, the romantic aspect of sex is very important to anthony. in his eyes, sex is a way for you to feel and convey your love for one another, and so other aspects of affection have to be present during lovemaking. kisses, hand holding, cuddling, declarations of love, just to name a few.

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grinchwrapsupreme · 7 months

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thinking about how the captain would have become a ghost and had to watch the aftermath including both Havers' reaction and the reaction of all those other soldiers

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts captain #lieutenant havers #anthony havers #its just.... y'know......#i can't imagine it was enjoyable to hear what they all had to say #and it's different from a lot of the other ghosts who died either alone #or were left by those they died near #thomas was left and humphrey was left #kitty had her family there but she didn't understand #but the captain was surrounded #and even havers was there...#i'll admit because i do have to say it at least once #i hated the pacing of his parts of that episode i thought they were rushed and incongruent #but they were heartfelt at least #and i hope ben got to tell the story he wanted to

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 months

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Sundress (Anthony Boyle x Reader)

In which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for this idea and for being my spicy Anto/Croz hypewoman <3 ily girlieeeee 👏👏 👏

content warnings: mature content (thigh riding, oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, praise kink, swearing, Anthony Boyle being entirely too sweet and sexy for this world 🥴 (again: this is for mature audiences only!! 18+!!)

word count: 2.7k (ANTHONY BOYLE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME 😩)

Masterlist

You stand in front of your closet, fighting off a grin of anticipation.

The press tours for Masters of the Air and Manhunt had finally come to a close, and you had a few days of respite before your boyfriend went off to his next project.

Of course, with Anthony, this meant date night.

You linger near your reliable jeans-and-a-nice-top combos for a moment before the sundresses hanging near the back catch your eye.

The weather has been getting warmer, you think, and it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to wear these…

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you snag one of your favorites off the hanger and change into it, twirling to see every angle in front of the mirror.

It complements your curves perfectly, hanging at just the right length that won’t make you nervous about walking up any stairs but isn’t too modest.

You make quick work of your makeup and jewelry, making sure to include the delicate necklace that Anthony gifted you for your first anniversary together, and before too long there’s a knock at the door.

Your boyfriend, fresh from some last-minute press responsibilities, was right on time.

You rush towards the door, the clacking of your heels on the floor surely announcing your excitement to Anthony as you fling it open.

“Hi,” you say, barely able to speak around your grin.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pulling you in for a swift kiss— the first you’ve shared in weeks. Reluctantly, the two of you eventually pull away for air and he steps inside, eyes raking over your figure, “You look… absolutely fantastic.”

“Well, thank you,” you say, twirling so he can see how the dress fans out around you. “You don’t look too bad, yourself.” You add, eyeing the rolled-up sleeves of his white button down revealing entirely too attractive forearms and the patch of chest hair just visible underneath the effortlessly unbuttoned top buttons — bless his stylist, who had clearly attended the Austin Butler School of Buttoning Shirts — all complemented perfectly with sleek black pants.

“Thank you, my love. I’m, uh…” he trails off as he watches your dress settle around you, then seems to jolt back to himself after barely a second, “I’m just gonna go grab a jacket and then we’ll head out, alright?”

He returns soon, now armed with a black suit jacket, and you glance down at the sundress that now seems a bit too casual for what he’s wearing.

However, when you ask if you should change, his answer is a swift, decisive, “No.”

“You look stunning just as you are, darling,” he amends his sharp response, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before escorting you out the door.

Anthony is his usual gentlemanly self while you’re out: he pulls your seat out and waits for you to sit down first when you arrive at your favorite Italian restaurant, happily splits a dessert with you (though if you happened to end up with the bigger half, despite your insistence that you split it equally, well… it wasn’t a crime to treat his girl, was it?), and when Frank Sinatra starts playing on the speakers overhead, he jumps to his feet and extends his hand to you, twirling you around the floor with not a single care for the eyes watching when you gladly accept and pulling you in for a sweet kiss as the song ends, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.

“So… ready to head home, sweetheart?” He asks as the two of you return to your seats.

“I— yes, I guess so?” You reply, slightly confused. Normally Anto loved to keep you out with him for as long as possible; returning home directly after dessert was a rarity.

He scrambles to assure you that he would be more than happy to stay out if you want, but something about the way his fingertips dance over your knee under the table, toying with the lace edging of your dress, makes you agree that it’s time to call it a night.

The air between the two of you as you head home is thick and hot, the anticipation of something building.

And that anticipation comes to a head as you enter the privacy of your home, finding yourself pinned to the inside of the door as soon as it closes.

“Sweetheart,” Anthony nearly growls against your lips, hands firm on your waist as his voice grows increasingly more strangled, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I don’t—” You just barely choke back a moan. You haven’t the faintest idea what he’s talking about, but if it’s getting him to manhandle you like this after so long away…

“This dress,” he groans, bunching the flimsy fabric in his fists, “I’ve been gone for weeks, and the first thing I see is you in this little thing—” he moves as he speaks, from murmuring against your own lips to traveling down back to your ear and along your neck, “— and I take you out to dinner, and dessert, and dancing—” he punctuates each item with a light nip to your skin, making you jolt.

“—when all I really want to do,” he returns to speaking directly in your ear, his voice a soft growl that does startling things to your heart rate, “is see how pretty you look in this dress when I fuck you in it.”

Your entire body turns to jello, and the only thing keeping you upright is Anthony’s hands on your hips and his leg wedged in between yours. You can’t help but let out a sharp gasp when your core comes into contact with his leg, and his already dilated eyes turn almost entirely black at the sound.

“C’mere, baby,” he whispers, pulling you along to the bedroom, discarding his jacket somewhere in the house as he does.

You scramble to kick off your heels as you enter the dimly-lit room, your boyfriend wasting no time in untucking and unbuttoning his shirt from his perch on the edge of the bed.

“No,” he says sharply when your fingers move to the straps of your dress, “Keep it on.”

Your breath catches, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you realize he was serious.

He wordlessly beckons you closer, and you step forward obediently, standing between his spread legs. Pinching your chin, he tugs you down for a gentle kiss that’s fairly at odds with his dominating persona at the moment.

“This okay?” he murmurs softly against your lips, and somehow the gentle check-in combined with the events happening now are enough to make you even wetter than you already are.

You nod, adding a soft “Yes” when you remember he won’t do anything unless you’ve given a verbal okay.

That settled, he captures your lips in a decidedly more heated kiss, hands moving down to grip your hips as he adjusts so you’re straddling his thigh.

You meet his scorching gaze, practically feeling yourself melting as you realize what he intends to do.

“Noticed you seemed to like this earlier, my love,” he murmurs against your lips, smirking.

You quickly move to clutch at his shoulders as he drags your clothed core along his quadricep, mouth opening in a silent moan.

He huffs out a laugh, nudging your nose with his own as he bunches up the soft fabric of your dress.

“I was right, you do look very pretty like that,” he mumbles, “but I don’t even get to hear your pretty noises? C’mon, honey…”

He flexes his thigh, the new angle making you jump as you gasp, “Anthony, oh my god—”

“Just like that, sweet girl,” he growls into your mouth, scattering kisses all down your neck and chest as your pace speeds up.

A familiar tension builds just below your belly as you clutch yourself against him, throwing your head back and rolling your hips against his still-clothed thigh faster, faster, faster, Anthony murmuring soft praise and encouragement all the while.

“Anthony,” you gasp into his mouth, one hand clutching at his shoulder while the other buries itself in his dark curls as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice of your release, “‘M gonna—”

Your warning is cut off by a sharp, keening whine when Anthony grips your hips firmly, stopping their motion just before you tip over the edge.

“No, Ant—” you whine, struggling against his grip as your almost-orgasm fades, “Please, I was so close…”

“‘Msorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your skin, rising with you as you stand on wobbly legs, “I promise I’ll make this next part worth it,” He murmurs teasingly as he gently lays you back on the bed.

He shucks off his shirt before climbing on top of you, giving you a knowing smirk as you eye the exposed skin, your gaze lingering on the fully-revealed chest hair and the wet patch just barely visible on his thigh. The bed dips with his weight as his limbs cage you in, one hand delicately tracing the curves and lines of your body, making you shiver.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, your hands eagerly traveling along his skin.

“If you’re gonna cum, sweetheart,” he breathes in a low, gravelly tone that sends heat straight to your core, “it’s gonna be on my mouth before anything else.”

You’re fairly certain you’ve truly actually turned to liquid, especially if the increasing wetness between your thighs is any indication, but your boyfriend proves you’re still deliciously solid, his lips tracing a path down your neck to where the tops of your breasts are just barely exposed by your dress.

Your fingers creep up to pull your dress down, to fully expose your chest so he can scatter kisses over every inch of you, but Anthony stops you.

His pretty brown eyes, molten with heat, meet yours as he stops you from tugging desperately at your dress.

“I told you, baby,” he says, keeping eye contact as he drags his lips over your clothed chest, paying special attention to your quickly hardening nipples peeking through the fabric before moving lower.

“Keep. It. On.”

You throw your head back, gasping softly as his lips travel down, down, down, along your stomach and hips down to your thighs.

He carefully slides the now irreparably wrinkled fabric up, flipping up the hem to reveal your hips and thighs and the lacy fabric covering your core.

He wastes no time in pressing kisses to you over your underwear, your hips bucking up into him as you chase the feeling of his mouth on you.

Little tease that he is, he keeps his mouth just out of reach as he peels off the soaked lace fabric

“Oh sweetheart,” he breathes, your own breath catching as he drags his fingertips through your folds and they come away dripping, “All this for me?”

You can only whine, having long ago lost the ability to form words.

He prolongs your torment by kissing a slow, torturous path up the inside of each of your thighs before finally — finally — diving into you, eagerly licking into your folds.

You let out a choked gasp as he licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groans against you, his voice sending vibrations through your core, “Taste even better than I remembered.”

“A-Ant—“ you stutter out a warning, that familiar tension building once again.

You feel him grin against you, and lord if that doesn’t send all kinds of sparks racing through your body, a feeling that only intensifies as his thumb comes up to circle your clit, a litany of praise and encouragement falling from his lips.

“‘M not gonna stop you this time, sweetheart, just let go,” he murmurs against you, fingers and tongue working overtime on your core, “C’mon baby, please, wanna taste you—”

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, Anthony dutifully guiding you through your climax.

You come back to yourself, shuddering, as your boyfriend pulls away to brush a gentle kiss to your hipbone, mouth glistening and eyes nearly black with desire.

“You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he groans, trailing back up to capture your lips with his.

You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

The two of you stay like that for a while, Ant letting you recover, until the bulge pressing into your thigh becomes too much to ignore.

He gasps into your mouth as your hand moves down to palm at him through his slacks.

“Darlin’— shit, you’re ready for me already?”

As if your furious nodding wasn’t enough of an answer, you move your hand more insistently against him.

“Fuck, fuck, okay—” he hisses, moving off of you to rid himself of his his pants and boxers.

You watch, bottom lip caught between your teeth, as his length springs free from his underwear, tip already leaking.

He returns to hover over you, brushing kisses all over your face and neck as he strokes himself a few times.

You can’t resist touching him, and your fingertips grazing along his length has his eyes fluttering shut.

“Not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that, sweetheart,” he warns with a gasp, breath hot against your cheek.

You reluctantly retract your fingers, barely stifling a moan when his tip brushes against you as he positions himself at your entrance.

His eyes lock on yours, watching your face contort in pleasure as he slowly, slowly, enters you.

“You ready, darlin’?” He breathes against your lips after a moment to let you adjust.

The frantic “yes” that escapes you isn’t so much a word as a gasp, and your thoughts turn to static as he begins to thrust into you with slow, languid strokes.

Your breaths mingle, his exhales becoming your inhales, the thin fabric of your sundress providing a delicious friction as you feel every inch of him pressed against you.

“You’re so tight,” he gasps, increasing his pace as your breathing becomes heavier, “Fuck, I missed this, I missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” you whine into his mouth, your hand fisting his soft dark curls, “Missed you so much, Ant—”

His mouth closes the millimeters of distance between the two of you, crashing onto yours in a fierce, heated kiss.

You let out a muffled moan as his hips grind against yours faster and faster, feeling your second orgasm of the night building.

“I’m close, sweetheart,” Anthony groans, hips stuttering, letting out a soft “fuck” when you tell him you’re almost there, too.

“C’mon, come for me darlin’” he grinds out against your mouth, “‘M right behind you, please, please, come for me, honey…”

You reach your second climax with a cry, Anthony muffling his own in your neck as he spills into you, thrusting slowly until he’s spent.

The two of you stay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, until Anthony lifts his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“So,” he says breathlessly, toying with the hopelessly wrinkled fabric of your dress, “You’ll be wearing these more often, yeah?”

You huff out a laugh. “If you promise not to ruin them, absolutely.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll buy you a thousand more of these. Whatever you want. As long as I know there’s at least one in your closet for me to enjoy.”

He murmurs the last sentence against your lips, punctuating it with a long, slow kiss that has you grinning against him.

You bump your nose against his as he pulls away, your thumb stroking his cheek.

“Welcome home, honey.”

His gaze softens, pulling you in for another brief, gentle kiss.

“Thank you, my love.”

#winnie said one (1) thing about thigh riding anthony in a dress and the hornybrain took it and RAN fjskfj #hope y’all liked it ☺️#my writing #anthony boyle #anthony boyle x reader #anthony boyle smut #masters of the air #masters of the air cast #anthony boyle fic #anthony boyle imagine

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kindheartedgummybears · 4 months

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"Anthony canon soul survivor" this, "What if Megan was soul survivor" that.

Okay but just imagine, James and Anne survivors. Just imagine.

#Just #✨imagine✨#it came to me while listening to its quiet uptown from hamilton and washing my hands.#raghhhhhhhhhhh #ohhh the angst of losing all of you children oooooooo #im not sorry(i am actually im going to go cry now)#Little Hope #LH #James Clarke #Anne Clarke #Tanya Clarke #Dennis Clarke #Anthony Clarke #Megan Clarke #IM SORRY I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THE CLARKE FAMILY ISTG #they are forever in my head #rent free #they dont even pay my therapy bills #🙄🙄

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vecna-is-here · 1 year

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The Duffers knew

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silverlistenstothings · 1 year

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The fact that instead of trying to charm Normal outright, Hermie decided to be a lot like The Joker from the movie-turned-stage-play Joker. And instead of taking advantage of his disappearance to Not-Earth to steal the costume, he just followed them and found out his entire life was a lie and almost died a few times. And instead of calling it quits or just breaking into his house he spent two months telling a bunch of middle-aged strangers riddles and then followed them to biblical Hell. Legendary behavior. Operates of vampire rules and needed to be invited in. I could fix him and justify his actions but whatever’s wrong with him is a hell of a lot funnier.

#a lot of this is definitely bc Anthony wasn’t planning this the whole time but it’s way funnier to imagine it in character #baby boy what is going on with you.#hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy #Herman unworthy #I hate his name being Herman actually I hope Normal starts calling him that out of spite #silver tongue (talk tag)

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biscuitrule · 1 year

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Okay but imagine a 5+1 fic based on this post/tweet that’s like “5 times lockwood may have over exaggerated his pain to get Lucy’s attention and one time he didn’t have to”

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108garys · 7 months

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you know personal interpretation aside I like how little hope handles Anthony's mental health issues but the damn wiki on the other hand...

Let's face it the wiki just adds a whole bunch of ableism towards Anthony for no damn reason other than it validate the haters(what other explanation is there!?)

The amount of times it will present the facts as they appear in the game just like all the other games do and be entirely normal and objective about it only to tack on "but Anthony Clarke is big insane and you can't trust crazy people's perception on anything so you can completely disregard the above as made up"(am I exaggerating? Yes but not by much)

Like I don't recall every damn thing in man of medan wiki ending with "but they were high as balls so this piece of paper probably didn't say that"

No the things that are presented as fact are treated as fact and why should the various details of equal importance and presented similarly in little hope be questioned?

What was it this time you may wonder?

SAMUEL CARVER

yes, that Samuel Carver, noted mayor of little hope and owner of the factory who's family is stated to have run the town for generations and is very clearly responsible for the death of the town and his family that's clearly been in little hope for hundreds of years, THAT Samuel Carver "was probably a figment of Anthony's imagination because the visitors map doesn't have anything named after him" and finding it sus that he shares a last name with reverend Carver

So because the Carver family didn't rename the town Carversvile or some other bs then this very important part of little hope's lore must be fake

And what's worse is when you read over Hazel Carver's info it just takes it as fact that the 1970s Carver family is made up! Like again it explains who she is and then says "but she was likely a product of Anthony's mind just like her father"

So the visitors map is taken as objective fact but every other thing is questionable? Why does the visitors map get special "100% def reals" privileges over a mountain of other evidence? Sounds just a little bit ableist to me tbh

#Little hope #The dark pictures anthology #The dark pictures little hope #supermassive games #ramblings #Rant #I periodically need to let off steam about this or I'll die #How long until they say Anthony is a figment of Anthony's imagination

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hermanunworthy · 10 months

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yknow what we all can at least be thankful for?

at least hermie didnt end up crushing on hero.

#i wouldve quit the whole podcast /j #can u IMAGINE.#i dont wanna imagine actually #anthony couldve easily run w the hero love triangle joke more but he didnt and im glad #i hope the love triangle stuff ends next episode i will not be able to handle one second of hermie like that #hermie the unworthy #dndads #siren says

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crookshanks23 · 10 months

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Newest episode thoughts:

So, I kinda love the "All Star" parody intro. It's heartbreaking, but very good. The parodies this season have been amazing.

Interesting that Willy tells Scary to go with the adults. I guess he really doesn't trust her to control her friends. And he knows the kiddads won't hurt her and that the collars make them do what he wants.

The combat was more of a formality than anything else. I think they found a good balance of goofiness, the necessity of combat to get through enemies, and character beats. Normal's rage, Sparrow's concern, and Scary and Linc's single-mindedness really came through.

All of these kids, minus Taylor, just seem so broken at the end. Normal is done. Linc is done. And Scary is grieving. Feels a bit like the end of episode 31 after their big fight. These poor kids just need a break. But...

Now that they've broken the last anchor, where do we go next? Clearly, we're still processing the death of Terry Jr. and I wonder if that will get further addressed. They're not out of the woods yet. But the last anchor has been destroyed. So now what? Is this season going to be significantly shorter than the other? Or is something else about to drop?

And is the endgame just gonna involve a big fight with a powered up Willy? The Doodler? I'm really trying to figure out where this season is headed and I'm just not sure.

What I do know is that this was an amazing episode. Love it when this silly show makes me feel things. I'm excited to see where we're headed next.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads spoilers #s2ep37 #they still have to get out of here #and i don't know what that's gonna look like #i hope these kids get a breather #things have been non-stop since the staircase #and Anthony #you don't need to apologize for your silly pizza dungeon #you all managed a good balance with the tone #but i can't imagine spending all that time building a dungeon and puzzles #and then having to hand wave it because now important plot things are happening #RIP pizza puzzles #solved by Lark and Grant and their guns

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trekkingthroughthestargate · 9 months

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Okay I have a thought. It’s not exactly a theory, but…

Season 2 of Good Omens introduced the concept of the Book of Life, and I have seen some people are wondering if that is going to end up being a bit of a red herring and not end up being particularly important (beyond using it as a rather nebulous way to blackmail Aziraphale or something like that) because obviously neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are getting erased. Neil wouldn’t do that to us. (Right? Please say I’m right).

But what if the red herring isn’t the Book of Life itself, but the threat to erase somebody from it?

What if in season 2, Crowley or Aziraphale get destroyed by holy water or hellfire (respectively), or through some other infernal/holy weapon, and the other realizes that he can be brought back via the Book of Life? Because if erasing somebody’s name from the book can erase them from existence, what would happen if the name of someone who was absolutely destroyed was written in it? I imagine they would somehow be restored to existence.

#good omens #Aziraphale #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #also imagine the angst possibilities of; say; a brainwashed A destroying C and only realizing what he’s done after the fact #and then the hopeful realization that MAYBE he can bring him back again #my thoughts

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anthonyhopeswife · 5 months

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lonnitamongus · 1 year

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Jolie Headcanons ^-^

Here are some headcanons about John x Charlie because I am making them a thing now c:

John was a fan of The Architechs of Murder long before meeting Charlie. Their take on true crime and the horrors of human history was very interesting even if the show didn't seem to have too much of a budget. It was a big surprise when he found out the man he had a crush on was actually the director of one of his favorite shows.

Charlie constantly vents to John about how his employees behave and John in return talks about his class. They both seem to have a particular problem with a certain person ... (cough cough Kate...) (cough cough Taylor...)

Taylor and Kate once met and upon realizing they both knew Charlie and John, called the two a "match made in hell" knowing how terrible of leaders they were. Even so, the two are kind of cute and bring a better side of them to the surface.

John fears losing his job as a professor at his college, he used to love the position but it's been painful over the years seeing his students turn into successful writers when he never succeeded at it. He suspects he's on the chopping block and that he'll get fired soon. Charlie tries his best to make him feel better by offering to hire him to write the show's scripts.

Charlie has to travel a fair bit for work so the offer is tempting, John wants to be around him more...

John can get very grumpy at times with the behavior of his class, he struggles with taking criticism from Angela and doesn't like Taylor's disagreements either. He cares about all of his students, but sometimes they drive him mad. Upon coming back from work, John just sits down on the couch and sinks into it, the thought of a drink passes his mind but the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket disturbs that. He picks it up and answers.

"John, you would not believe what my crew did today."

"Tell me about it..."

The two continue to have a long conversation where they are able to vent all of their emotions. At the end of the callJohn finds himself smiling, his anger replaced with a warm happiness in his heart...

Charlie once got a call from a man named Granthem Du'Met offering a shooting site. He initially agreed to the ordeal but after telling John about it that plan was quickly halted in its tracks. John became incredibly overprotective and even had Charlie call back that same number so he could leave some angry words to this "Granthen Du'Met" that he should never call his boyfriend again. (rip Morello)

Charlie sends John little sneak peeks of episodes before they are released which makes John incredibly happy.

John brags to his colleagues about how he is dating Charlie Lonnit, a big director (even if he isn't actually that successful).

Ever since Charlie and John started dating they have improved quite a lot in their respective jobs. John seems a lot more passionate during lectures and Charlie isn't starting too many arguments anymore. Charlie's improved attitude has helped Lonnit Entertainment a lot and due to the better relationships at work Lonnit Entertainment has turned around.

Charlie calls John his teddy bear because of how huggable he is, John on the other hand has no idea what he should call Charlie in return. There are so many nice nicknames he could give him but no name describes how happy this man makes him besides the name Charlie itself.

#jolie #john little hope #little hope john #charlie lonnit #charlie x john #little hope #the devil in me #tdim #Ahhh I love them #they are such cuties #please feel free to tell me your own hcs about them <3 #ignores the fact that John isn't even real #Anthony literally imagined my dream man and though he could get away with it

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