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dimepdf · 11 months

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★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓. + 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. miguel o’hara and the nsfw alphabet challenge.

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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Miguel isn’t the type to wind down that quickly, but he is extremely considerate of your feelings and well-being, most of the time he’s making sure you're okay. Especially since the last thing he ever wants is to make you seem unwanted after having sex with him.

That being said, it did take him a while to get used to the whole cuddling and comfort thing. You swear, at the beginning of your relationship, it was like trying to hug one big bear, but as you two spent more time together, he started to crave just having you wrapped in his arms and listening to your heartbeat every now and then.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He could go on and on about how much he loves every part of you; seriously, you could tell because of how much he cannot keep his hands off of you, but realistically, his answer in the back of his mind is your mouth and thighs. He’s so down bad.

Whenever you try talking to him, you always catch him staring at your lips like he’s just starving to kiss you. It's the same situation with your thighs as well. Sometimes you would be standing around the house in the mind of a conversation and suddenly feel Miguel’s fingers groping the plush of your thighs, gawking at your legs like he has no home training.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Oh brother, this man is a mess in the head, he loves, I mean loves, to see you covered in his cum: facials, creampies, you name a place on your body for him to cum on, and he’ll do it with pleasure.

There’s just something about seeing your soft brown skin painted with traces of him all over your body, especially when he would cum inside you. His favorite thing to do is spread your legs and watch it spill out, only to push it all back in and give you another load.

D= Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)

Miguel is a very pent-up possessive man, no matter what he does, he just can't get enough of you, which leaves him feeling extremely needy whenever you're gone or just don't feel in the mood. He would just jack off at the thought of you to relieve himself.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

You had expected him to come from around the entire block from the easy he would pick you up and fuck you, but surprisingly, Miguel only really had a handful of partners in his past—nothing too extreme.

F= Favorite position

He says he isn't really picky, yet somehow you always end up with your stomach pressed against some surface. Most of the time he sees no point in containing himself, plus weight isn't really an issue on his behalf. Whenever your legs give out from standing, he’ll just pick your ass up as if you weighed absolutely nothing and keep the same pace.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He likes to completely mirror your emotions or help you ease up more. He's very big on paying attention to the smallest detail, so if you're someone who feels a little anxious or nervous, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he needs to break that broadening act to crack a few dry jokes or shower you in compliments to make you feel more comfortable.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

This man is covered in dark hair from chest to toe. He doesn't really find the amount of body hair alarming, but he doesn't like to upkeep his pubic hair a bit, especially giving himself a trim whenever he wears his spider suit. He just doesn't really care that much to shave it all off, but if you asked him too, he wouldn't mind much.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He’s pretty reluctant to be overly smothering, with his inmate moments just coming out of the blue, especially with his cold attitude. Most of the time, when you think he’s tense, he’ll switch, turn around, and start praising you. Sometimes he doesn't realize it, but most of the time it's always after he feels like he went a bit too far with degrading you, so he switches up just to even it all out with praise and saying how good you make him feel while holding eye contact.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Miguel just has the habit of stressing himself out all the damn time, and half of the time it's always over him being too worked up. Whenever he has a moment alone and you just can't be there, he likes to turn to his memory of you to help work off some of his tension.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Marking. I’m talking biting, scratches, hickeys, and God forbid Miguel sees the fingerprint bruises forming on your hips after he lets you ride him. Just the thought of having traces of him all over you makes that possessive switch in him go haywire.

Size kink. He’s a big guy through and through, and no matter what, he makes sure to remind you of your size difference. Blessed tall and broad, standing next to you, he’s practically a brick wall with the audacity to have a big dick.

Eye contact. Dear Lord, you better hope you laid down in one of his favorite positions and he hasn't fucked the common sense out of you by the time you're about to cum because Miguel will twist you like a hot pretzel and have you begging like your life depended just to hear you say his name and while you look into his eyes.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere with privacy and on every surface he could reach—floor, wall, upside—doing the splits, Miguel damn near used webs to find a way to have you against him.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Miguel will get turned on by the smallest of things: you stretching near him, you wearing his clothes, you looking at him, you saying his name in a certain way, you, you, you. It's like he has brain rot, and you're all he can think about.

But he also likes it when you get angry or annoyed with him; there's just something about you snapping at him and trying to put him in his place that gets him going.

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

Pegging, piss and poop.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He loves giving more than receiving, mostly because he prefers it. There’s just something about teasing and edging you until you can't handle it anymore that leaves him wanting to lay you back and spread you open for hours on end.

But if you're offering, it's completely your loss. Miguel loves sitting back and watching you struggle trying not to gag or fit him entirely down your throat; either way, it's a free show for him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Whenever he’s feeling less merciful and wants to spice things up from the usual fucking you until your lace sweats off type sex, he loves to just see how long he can push you to the edge (which is a lot more days than you’d like to think), and he will be petty and take it super slow just to see your body twitch and squirm for more of his attention.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Even if you're the one offering quickies, it always ends up with you having to reschedule your plans.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He’s open to new ideas but never really offers any himself. Miguel completely trusts you and is willing to do whatever you want for your pleasure, but just know that nothing at the end of the day will get him off but you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

You have to remind him most times that you don't have the same enhanced superhuman abilities as he does. No matter how many times he tries to make you cum in just one night. You swear sometimes it's like you're fighting for your fucking life just to catch one five-minute break.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Is the type to feel a bit insulted if you ever mentioned having one or using one until you would regret offering him to use a vibrater on you. Like you handed a murder a knife the moment he found your rose toy and figured out how to use it.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

There is no sex without a bit of teasing with Miguel; he definitely pushes you a lot just to get a reaction out of you normally, so doing it in bed only comes naturally to him, and if you're not begging, he ain't giving.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He does not shut the fuck up! You will hear him, whether it's grunting on top of you, raspy whimpering in your ear, or talking you through it. Miguel is very vocal, just not as loud with his moans since he prefers to hear yours instead.

W= Wild card (random sin cannon of any sort)

Has absolutely no issues with letting you ride him with the suit on.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Slightly less tanned than his skin tone, with a slight curve to the left, and too girthy for his own good.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

Surprisingly, not that high, especially since he isn't a really big PDA person and the only time he ever gets worked up is in the comfort of privacy.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Sometimes you have to trick him into falling asleep with you. Dude has really bad insomnia, but having you all cuddled up next to him really helps with his shit sleeping schedule.

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somuchcoffeeandwine · 5 months

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All right, fellow MCU fans

So, after seeing the Marvels today, it got me thinking. Now, you probably don't know who I am. But I do happen to be a writer. Not a very good one mind you (several people would say otherwise, but shush, give me my self-loathing) Phase 4 (and the current parts of 5) is not that great. So I want to rewrite the Multiverse Saga. Yes. The entire thing. Even though it's not finished.

Very long blocks of text below. It's really the only thing that keeps me organized. Please read it though if you are interested. It'll be split up into sections, for somewhat easy perusal.

Now, I know this is an ambitious project, and one not done. I am no stranger to things like this, see my own game/show I'm making. (This is the only time I'm going to mention it. But I am pretty proud of it) So, for my very small amount of sanity, I'm stopping it at The Marvels, and Loki season 2 (Oops, still not finished with it yet). And I wanted to ask people what they thought was lackluster, or mediocre. Not the Marvel I and many other people grew up on. I do understand that it was flawed before, but when I recently rewatched most of them, I found that my childhood love for them had blossomed into something new. I was 6 when the first Avengers came out. I learned how to shoot a bow because of Hawkeye in that movie. And I think it deserves better, especially after watching the Marvels.

Now, this means everything after Endgame. So from Black Widow to The Marvels in terms of the movies, and the Disney+ series from Wandavision to Loki Season 2. I have a feeling it's going to take me a second to get through the remaining 5 episodes of Loki S2. My family wants to watch it with me, and they're all decently busy... Anyways, that's 10 movies, and 9 series. Although I don't accept Secret Invasion. Like at all. Anyways.

I have yet to decide what I'm going to publish this on. Probably A03, just because that's easiest for me. And I can organize much easier. Do let me know what you think.

So, before I get into the problems I've identified, feel free to stop here, and reblog or ask me your problems with the aforementioned shows and movies. I'm talking writing or character problems, as we've seen in the series. I am a fan of the comics, but you can divert from that, or stick to them.

Oh, and if you say something like "Make it more queer", I am a raging bisexual enby. I will already be making it queer as fuck, and can be convinced to ship pretty much anyone, if I can get a good reasoning behind it. Minors should be shipped with only minors. That's one of my few rules, if you send anything to me. So yeah, I'm doing genderfluid Loki.

Thoughts on everything:

This is just here so that I don't get a ton of repeats. I'll go movies first, then the TV shows.

Black Widow (2021) - Honestly, this is too late of a movie. Natasha deserved this before Endgame or Infinity War came out. But release dates aside, Taskmaster needs more screentime, and a chance to show how menacing they are. Natasha also needs more time with her family, and the parents need to be fleshed out a bit more. Belova is far too smart to be tricked by the lady in the post-credit scene.

Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings (2021) - I don't have any major problems with this movie. The Great Protector, or the dragon, and the supernatural creature, I think he's called Dweller In Darkness, kinda felt a little blank, and the Dweller shouldn't have died, only been pushed back. And I don't like Katy that much. Trevor is much better comedic relief in my opinion.

Eternals (2021) - Oh boy, where do we start with this one? You know it's bad if I can't remember any of the main characters names besides Ikarus. And that's because I was laughing my ass off at him throwing himself into the sun. There was also the Celestial I think it was? Anyways that thing broke islands up, and then just became a massive statue, and like no one mentions it? I don't remember much else about this movie, even after having watched it like 3 times. Oh, and the Ebony Blade was shown off. I like that if they can do something fun with that.

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) - Dr. Strange feels a little shoe-horned in. The whole sanctum being overtaken by snow was pretty clever, but Strange being a father figure to Peter is not super well established. Could be fixed with a couple of rewrites. Or Strange and Stark being together. Peter is a dumbass, and the reason for him starting the whole plot... is so dumb. I understand, teenagers can be stupid, hell, I go to public high school, but Peter's shown he's a lot smarter than this. But I do like the crossover (Dafoe as Green Goblin my beloved) and the fact that the other Spidermen get to say goodbye in one last movie. Anyways, Ned's wizard connections need to be elaborated on as well.

Doctor Strange: Multiverse Of Madness (2022) - Alright, getting my biggest problem out of the way first. Wanda's corruption arc should have been shown. It should have been developed through the movie, and Wanda should have been with Strange and America. She can still be evil, and die after she realizes her actions, but this basically destroys the point of Wandavision. She was willing to say goodbye. Wanda has been a favorite of mine for years, and I read her comics religiously as a child. We need to see the power of the Scarlet Witch. What it did without Wanda. Her "No More Mutants" line sent chills down my spine the first time I read it. Sam Raimi directed this movie. Strange and Wanda should have had more horrific shit. And that one Strange with 3 eyes should have been the one from What If. We need horror in this. America also needs to be more fleshed out. I do love her, but we get like one scene of her being traumatized of basically growing up nowhere. Her moms get to stay though. I'm just going to ignore the last post-credit scene, because... that's setting something up I'm not sure of.

Thor: Love & Thunder (2022) - First up, Gorr has a great setup. He needed more screentime though. We need to see more of his god killing. They should rightfully be shitting their pants over this man. Thor leaving to save Sif was a good move, but that joke ruined the tension. She should have died there, proof of the god killer. Jane Foster is perfectly fine, and her arc is a lovely send-off. I would have loved some more stuff about the kids, especially Heimdall's. I don't even remember his name. He should have been shown doing something in Jane's return to Asgard, something that showed off his parentage. The meeting of the gods is a great scene, but there should have been people who spoke up, and then promptly getting thrown out, or even getting killed. Even more of a reason for Thor and crew to convince him. I think everything else is pretty good. Also Valkyrie is perfect in this movie. Bi queen. And her Loki knives are lovely.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) - I actually think this one just needs a couple of little tweaks. I understand why they couldn't have T'Challa show up in the spirit world, and Killmonger was great, but I still think something between the siblings would be good. Fuck, I love the funeral scene. It was a lovely sendoff to both T'Challa, and Chadwick. Namor seems a little rash though. Might just be the comics leaking through on that matter but I do like the Mayan inspirations in the movie!

Antman: Quantumania (2023) - I'm not really sure on this movie. I don't like Janet in this movie. She feels too secretive. She could have told them plenty, even lied that Kang had gone home. He'd gotten out somehow. Kang didn't seem scared enough of the others, but that might just be me thinking of that. Oh, and MODOK sucked. He shouldn't be a joke. But Darren could have done something else, because he is in there.

Guardians of The Galaxy V.3 (2023) - Perfection in every way. I'm not changing anything unless it involves getting everything I'm incorporating in. And the Christmas Special is also great.

The Marvels (2023) - Spoilers! Kamala needed more screentime, she just generally felt disconnected from the plot besides her bangle. And I also wanted a more menacing villain. That's been the problem with them recently. They don't make me think that they could actually beat them. I like everything else though. Flerkins were great as usual. I love these stupid creatures so much. That one scene was beautiful.

Now to the shows! These are going to be so much shorter.

Wandavision (2021) - I think this is good. No notes.

Loki S1 (2021) - Good, besides the Sylvie/Loki romance. They are siblings. I'm not sure if there's anything else that I really had a problem with. It's been a moment. Which is a shame. I love Loki (Also bi confirmation! I love it!)

The Falcon & Winter Soldier (2021) - I also think this is good, besides maybe having some problems with the villain. Bromance all the way.

What If...? (2021) - Also pretty good. Little self-contained story. I like the zombies.

Hawkeye (2021) - I also think this one's pretty well written. Macaroni is constantly referenced in my house. Lucky is also a pretty boy.

Moonknight (2022) - Honestly, god tier. Anyways, no one mentioned the stars literally turning in Egypt. But maybe it was just the people thinking that they were drunk as shit and seeing something.

Ms. Marvel (2022) - Second favorite being Moonknight. I also don't remember anything glaringly wrong.

She-Hulk: Attorney At Law (2022) - Besides the tone of the show being inconsistent as shit, I think this show should have dove into some of the topics it brought up more. It just seemed a little surface level. Maybe a WWDITS style mockumentary would work better.

Secret Invasion (2023) - THIS ENTIRE SHOW SUCKS ASS. THIS WHOLE THING WAS DONE SO BADLY. I am not taking anything from this show

Loki S2 (2023) - Too distracted by another season 2 coming out, so I have yet to finish. I have heard it's good though. I've seen the first episode, and it's going pretty good so far.

Well, you made it to the bottom! Yay!

...This took me an hour to write. I did get the doc set up. And got a bit of an outline set up.

#marvel #loki #wandavision #secret invasion #she hulk #hawkeye #ms marvel #moon knight #falcon and the winter soldier #the marvels #marvel mcu #mcu #writing #writeblr #long post

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sarahivess · 11 months

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WARNING: LONG RANT AND EXPLANATION

I feel like I have to stand up for myself now when I’ve seen the way some of the people in this fandom have been spreading rumors about me on Twitter.

I’m going to take this from the beginning.

In November, I was kinda new on Twitter. I remember seeing a tweet in my feed, it said “Let Robin say lesbian in season 5” and to me, who lives in Sweden, the word lesbian isn’t a very “bad” word. It’s actually a very common and normal word here, and we have a bunch of movies and tv-shows when lesbian girls and women simply say: I’m lesbian! So to me, I had NO IDEA that in the US, it’s seen as a “bad” word and that’s why the fans wanted her to verbally say it. I totally get that now, but I wasn’t aware back then. Silly me then made a comment, because a very cute and funny little moment popped up in my head and I felt like: AH I need to write this. It was something along with:

“Or gay, because imagine how cute it would be if Will came out as gay, and Robin would say “I’m gay too”, and then a stunned Dustin (or someone) would say “Okay, so while we’re at it - does anyone else want to come out of the closet?” And then Mike slowly raises his hand.”

I didn’t think much more about it, and the next time I logged into Twitter I had gotten like 50 qrts with: LOADS of death threats, gifs with people murdering people, people calling me lesbophobe, people mocking my grammar, my age, people saying weird things to me about Will etc. I was in such shock, I deleted the tweet right away and had a panic attack. What the hell just happened? How did that made me a lesbophobe? I’m bisexual myself, and I LOVE lesbians. I have also a bunch of wlw ships that I love. But all that shit just because I didn’t know that the word lesbian was very uncommon for americans to say in American media and how they wanted to change that.

Anyways, I deactivated my Twitter because all these horrible rumors about me triggered my suicidal thoughts (I suffer from depression), I made a new one and people figured me out right away so I changed alias and pfp/header but people still figured out it was me.

I blocked every single toxic person I came across, a few months passed and one day I was on Twitter again. This time, it was about an analysis of a scene in Stranger Things. Me and an iconic Byler here on tumblr were analysing the scene when everyone says goodbye at the end of season 3. First, Mike looked uncomfortable af when El kissed him, and later on he looked uncomfortable when she was close to him, hugging and touching and making a forehead touch. In one of the gifs, to ME it looked like the hand movement from El was kinda harsh when they made that forehead touch and I just couldn’t understand how people thought it was cute. It was a personal opinion and just a harmless analysis. Both me and this other person were also saying “Nothing against El though, she’s a kid, but I guess if the roles were reversed - if Mike would be the one to kiss El with her not kissing back, with open eyes, looking uncomfortable and shocked, I guess people would have accused him for SA or something. Not that we did, but we know that it would look a lot more bad if Mike was the one who kissed her and not vice versa simply because of the statistics. WE NEVER ACCUSED EL FOR SA. We both love her and she’s my favorite female character in the show. I just don’t like the SHIP Mlvn and I didn’t get how people thought that scene was cute. It was simply an analysis, nothing more. Not an accusation. Not a hate post. That post had over 200 likes and LOADS of reblogs with people who thought the same. But still only me and my friend were attacked. That also lead to ANOTHER accusation: of me being antisemitic. Why?

In year 2006, I first started my YouTube channel. I was very interested in learning how to edit, so thanks to tutorials I learned by myself how to edit. I was 14 years old when I read Anne Frank’s diary for the first time and I saw so much of myself in her. I also loved the way she described her relationship with Peter in the diary, so I watched “Anne Frank: The Whole Story” from 2001 and thanks to my family I could get that movie on my computer so I could make tribute videos of her since she inspired me so much, to never give up on my dreams and to ALWAYS follow my heart and believe that every person is truly good at heart. I made my own trailer for the movie, because there was none to be found on YouTube. My edits became very popular for being back in 2007, and soon loads of people found them. 90% was so happy I made these tributes, that I let the memory of her and all the people who tragically was murdered by the nazi’s back in the 30/40’s live on. But there was also a bunch of REAL antisemitics who called Anne a bunch of horrible stuff in the comments, people who claimed the holocaust never happened etc and I was defending her and the other victims for dear life. I was so proud of my edits, like I said: I was 14 years old and she was my biggest inspiration. My parents also watched these and they didn’t think they were problematic in any way so of course I trusted them and their moral.

And yes, I also made two tribute edits of her and Peter (I didn’t even knew about the term “shipping” back then) but this person on Twitter said I was making “ship edits” about Anne Frank. I have made all of my old videos private now, mostly because of the bad quality but also because of this person who now made me embarrassed of them instead. I wouldn’t make these edits today. Here’s a glimpse of one of them:

Is this antisemitic in any way?

Anyways, because of this person + a lot of others, this made me and my friend to eventually deactivate our tumblr accounts. I hade SO much going on in my personal life back then too, so this was just too much. They found out things about my family situation and that made me freak out, I was threatening them with the cops just because they were attacking and stalking me and my family on a personal level. They were harassing me on TikTok. On DM. On Twitter. People were leaving me and I felt like shit. Luckily there was a bunch who still were standing by my side through all of this and I am SO grateful for you all. Never forget that, you guys made me come back here.

Also, now when one of my tweets became popular on Twitter, of COURSE these people found me and started spreading these rumors again. I found that out from some of my friends here, sending me ss.

I just can’t fucking believe these people. All because of a silly little tweet which ended up in a total DISASTER.

End of rant. I hope at lease some of you understand.

#angelwithnightmares #byler blog #priv rants

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adarkrainbow · 6 months

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An introduction note: I was originally going to reblog one of these posts on Tumblr that praised the upcoming release of the Bentkey Snow-White's movie, and I was hoping the original poster was actually someone who wasn't informed of Bentkey's political propaganda... But then I checked their blog and I realized they were a very convinced "Bible-loving" (yeah as if) homophobic and anti-abortion activist who would block anyone not sharing their views.

So as to not promote or give attention to their post which made it seem as if everything was okay, I will post my original reply underneath so that it won't go to waste:

Yeah! Try this movie by a new company whose introduction video carefully explains how they are convinced the queer community is a cult that is trying to brainwash children with the help of Disney!

I am certain supporting the spite-production of a platform who proudly and openly says that abortion is evil is the best way to show respect to the fairytale!

And please do not look at Bentkey's introduction video on Youtube where they openly say that claiming the USA used to rely on slavery is an anti-American call for racial war...

If you didn't know about it, OP, Bentkey and the DailyWire company behind these two productions are paranoid conpiracy-theorist organizations on the extreme-right political spectrum - and who very openly advertise their product as political pieces that will keep your children straight and your girls abortionless and your Black people docile. Just look at the promotional videos on their Youtube channel, they do not hide it.

If you knew about this and still decided to advertise them because either A) you share their view or B) you think having a more "faithful" depiction of a 19th century German fairytale is more important than not supporting people obviously even worse than Disney ; then fuck you.

And for those who read it, I'll repeat it again : with these two movies it seems we have two poisons, one of bad taste and unthought moves, the other of wicked intentions hidden under a pretty appearance (much like the poisoned apple itself), and I'll chose NONE because there's already almost a whole century of Snow-White adaptations and we already had all the good and the bad we need, I don't need anymore, especially if it is to serve some venomous socio-political battle between fools who don't get their own work and fanatics who actually try to harm others.

#snow white #live action snow white #disney snow white #disney might be mad #but bentkey is far worse #bentkey #homophobia #racism #bentkey snow white #bentkey's snow white #disney's snow-white #extreme-right #snow-white

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tenpointsav · 1 year

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night shift pt. 1

After a few weeks in Hawkins, on a late night in April, Emma has an unexpected visitor on her back porch.

cw: slight angst, season 4 spoilers, descriptions of healing injuries, blood, this will be a short series and there will be smut in eventual parts but we have some healing to do first.

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Emma hasn’t seen much of Hawkins since she moved in.

She made it about two hundred miles before her old truck went out on the edge of the small town. The plan had been to head to Indianapolis for a new start, something different from the nowhere town that she grew up in. When the mechanic sent her the bill for the repairs, Emma took a job in town and now she’s stuck.

Government vehicles sit on every corner and barricades block off many of the neighborhoods and businesses. There are still people, families who made the decision to stay and young people who have never known anywhere other than this place. A few of the kids from the local high school, which now sits buried under rubble, come by the diner she works at often. They are sweet, even if they often speak in hushed tones and their eyes shift from person to person, slightly paranoid but abundantly cautious. The one with the curls is her favorite, but there’s something about his smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. She always gives him something sweet on the house.

Emma drags a final box to the center of the table, pulling out books for the small shelf by her bed. Double shifts didn't allow for a lot of time to get everything unpacked at once, so it had been a slow process. Her dog Duckie's tail thwacks the side of her leg as she makes two piles, one of books to keep and another to give away. It's the kind of thing she should have done before she packed up her old place, but it had been rushed.

Suddenly, her dog lets out a low growl that vibrates Emma's skin. She follows the dog's line of sight to the back door. It’s dark out and she doesn’t know anyone in town that would be coming to visit her here.

"What is it, baby?' Emma asks softly, scratching the coarse hair behind Duckie's ear. A bark echoes through the trailer and he steps towards the door. The hair stands up on her neck as she tries to make out anything in the night outside her windows.

The thought of calling the police flashes through her mind, but the cops haven't been much use lately, based on chatter she’s overheard at the grocery store. Especially since a Hawkins High cheerleader died in the trailer near hers. It was two days after she got the keys and cops were camped in her yard for a week before the earthquake. Her new home was one of the few that survived at Forest Hills. Every once in a while, a tremor runs through the ground, just strong enough to make the lights flicker and the screen door rattle. During the day, the feeling isn’t so bad, but at night is the only time Emma slightly regrets the decision to stay here.

"We've seen enough horror movies to know this is a terrible idea," she says, both to herself and to the dog. She follows Duckie tentatively, heart hammering in her throat.

They reach the back of the trailer and Emma grabs a bat that rests by the back door. The sound of shuffling boxes and bottles makes her jump as her trash can is knocked over. Duckie barks, following it with a high pitched whine. Emma takes a deep breath as she grips the bat tighter.

"Fuck, okay…" she grumbles, taking a deep breath.

With a quick motion, Emma grips the handle, twists and pushes the door open. The sound of crickets and the loud smack of the door on the outside paneling is the only thing that greets her. The cement steps leaving her trailer are illuminated with yellow light and the fluttering of moths, but beyond that is pitch darkness. Most streetlights haven't been working.

She sticks the bat out of the doorway, swinging it into the night haphazardly. Silently hoping that none of her neighbors happen to be watching this display, Emma steps outside. Spring hangs in the air as April crawls into May. A warm breeze ruffles her hair and she looks around slowly. Her eyes begin to adjust to the dark, the outlines of cars and trees barely visible. Stepping down two more times to reach the small yard, Emma turns to see Duckie. The large dog is still standing in the doorway, tail tucked between his legs as he whines.

"Some help you are," she grumbles, raising the bat over her shoulder before walking towards the side of the trailer. There's a huddled shape and it groans before moving towards her sluggishly. Emma gasps, swinging the bat high above her head.

"Wait, please," a male voice pleads from the dark. It’s breathless and raspy, seeming hoarse from lack of use. Walking forward, Emma can barely make out the sole of a black boot and the slight glow of white skin.

"Help…I need help."

She hears shuffling as he tries to stand, a hand gripping the rusted siding of the trailer. He steps closer to the light with a limp, his hand clutching his side. He stumbles and Emma feels her heart stutter. She rushes the final few feet to keep him from falling and throws her arms around his narrow waist. With a grunt, Emma tries to take on the full weight of his body. He’s lean but tall, all broad shoulders and long legs.

“Christ, what happened to you?” she whispers, her eyes flickering to the stains his clothes are leaving on her shirt. "We have to call the police.”

He stops in his tracks and grabs her arm, fear painted across his face. Scratches and bruises marr his pale complexion and his eyes are black in the light filtering across the small area.

"No," he exclaims, the rings on his fingers digging into her skin and she bites back a wince. "Don't. They can't know I'm here."

Emma pauses in alarm, staring up at him. Those deep, dark eyes pull her in and for just a minute she feels a tingling in her chest. He notices her fearful expression and lets go of her arm, a hint of sorrow crossing his features.

"Okay, I won't. No cops," she replies before continuing to help him up the cement steps to the door. "But if you try anything, I'll beat your ass myself."

A huff that could be mistaken for a laugh can be heard from above her head, his breath fanning against her temple. Another tingle shoots through her, this time raising goosebumps. The dog is losing its mind, an angry growl punctuating each bark as Emma nudges him gently out of way with her hip.

Stumbling inside, Emma sits the man at her small kitchen table. He sags down against the back, swaying to the side. Her hands come out to grab his jacket which leaves more black residue on her skin.

"Whoa," she exclaims, gripping his upper arms until he's propped on the table. "I'm gonna go grab some first aid stuff and I'll be right back. Just don't...die or anything. Okay?"

He gives her the smallest nods as he takes in a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed in the warm light of the living room. His thick lashes stand out against pale skin. Even covered in grime and what can only be blood, Emma can’t help but think he's handsome.

Yeah, Em, the guy you found in the trash is hot.

Emma spins around and flies down the hall to dig through her miniature bathroom. She manages to find a few bandages, some gauze, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Balancing everything in one arm, Emma snatches a clean towel from the shelf by her shower and hurries back to the kitchen. Her guest is thankfully still upright, head resting on the kitchen wall behind the chair. She’s glad she thought to bring something useful with her from home besides old romance novels and her wine glasses.

"Alright," Emma says, attempting to announce her presence, "I can't promise this isn't gonna suck."

His eyes flicker up to hers briefly as she drops everything onto the table. He looks so tired, dark circles under his nearly black eyes. She gets a good look at his body for the first time, blood dried to his shirt and torn fabric plastered to his skin.

“Jesus Christ," she whispers, turning to quickly wash her hands. There’s a tar-like substance on him and it’s stuck under her nails. Emma scrubs and scrubs until it’s somewhat gone before giving up. She figures she is going to get a lot messier pretty soon.

Her dog continues to pace the kitchen as he growls, a low steady hum. His nails click on the floor but he never attempts to approach their visitor. She reaches over and pats his soft fur as he emits another whine.

"Duckie, chill out,” Emma grumbles, walking back to the table. She starts fighting with the plastic of the alcohol bottle as the man shifts in his seat.

"Like from that movie?"

Emma's head flies up as she jumps, the sound of his voice startling her. It’s clearer than before, low and husky in a way that makes her face warm. The corner of his mouth twitches slightly. She prays he can’t tell her heart is racing a mile a minute.

"W-what?" she stammers, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

He nods to the dog, sitting forward to try and pull his worn leather jacket off but failing, lacking the strength to even lean up more than an inch or so. Emma grasps the torn fabric and helps ease it off his shoulders. The t-shirt underneath is in shreds and she bites back a gasp at the sight of the jagged wounds across his ribs. Maroon colored streaks run along his forearms, seemingly in pattern with his veins. The color is completely gone from his face now with the effort, making his eyes seem even more piercing. Emma feels a shiver down her spine as she turns and busies herself with preparing the gauze to try and get him back into good shape.

"Your dog's name,” he murmurs. “Like the dude in that movie."

Emma huffs out a laugh, picking at plastic to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"You don't strike me as a Pretty in Pink kinda guy..."

"Well, we've all got our secrets, sweetheart," he rasps, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans back on the wall.

Emma wants to melt into the floor, becoming very interested in the bandages before mustering the courage to look at him and say the first thing that comes to her mind.

"So is your name one of your secrets or would you like to share?"

His smile is small as he looks at her again, barely moving his cheeks but enough to show off a dimple there.

"Eddie."

There’s an itch in the back of her mind as his name passes his lips, like she has heard it before somewhere.

"Emma."

A heartbeat goes by, the only sound is their breathing and the hum of the nearby fridge. Eddie's eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the table, seeming to notice everything she's pulled out for the first time.

“Why do you have all this doctor stuff?”

Eddie’s question makes Emma laugh softly and it earns her another small twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, this doctor stuff is pretty normal for a first aid kit. But I was going to school to be a nurse. Just kinda never got out of the habit of being well stocked, I guess.”

Eddie hums in understanding, his eyes fluttering closed again. She reaches back, grabbing a washcloth from a nearby drawer. Eddie's body is slouched in the chair, clothes tattered, his skin bloody and bruised. She can't help but wonder what he looked like before whatever happened to him.

After about half a minute of studying both his wounds and her meager collection of medical supplies, she throws the cloth on the table. Emma puts her hands in her lap with a heavy sigh.

"I think it might be easier if you took a shower," she murmurs, scrunching her nose as she looks up at Eddie through her lashes. He sighs, a full bodied movement, before giving her a slight nod.

After several minutes and a few deep groans from her partly willing patient, Emma manages to get Eddie up from the chair and down her small hallway. The warmth is missing from his body as it shuffles next to her and it sets off alarm bells, but Emma pushes it down. If she thinks too much about how weird this all is, she might break down and call the cops. Something is telling her not to do that just yet.

The small bathroom is just a toilet, a standing shower, and a small sink with a mirror. It’s shoved so close together you could do your makeup in the mirror while you took a shower. The already lacking amount of space is cut down drastically as they enter together. Eddie detaches himself from her side and limps forward a step. The rings on his hand shine in the dim light as he holds himself up on the wall. She turns to leave, pulling the door closed behind her.

“Wait.”

Emma stops, looking down at Eddie’s outstretched hand. His fingertips are barely skimming her arm. He glances at her nervously, his hand falling back to his side with a soft slap.

“I think…I might need help. I don’t know-”

There's a weariness in his voice, so soft it makes Emma's heart hurt. She hesitates, looking down at the worn tile floor. For all she knows he could have done something terrible to end up this way. There's something in his eyes though, deep within the swirls of brown and gold, that tells her to trust him.

She nods, motioning with her hand for Eddie to sit on the closed toilet lid. When he moves, she scoots by and reaches up to turn the shower on. Part of her swears she feels his breath on the bare strip of skin that shows when she reaches up and it raises another set of goosebumps, another shiver down her spine. The water sputters to life and Eddie stands up wearily.

"Could you…" he asks, gesturing to his shirt with one slightly shaking hand.

Emma grasps the torn hem of the once white t-shirt and he jumps slightly when her fingers brush his skin. Her eyes flicker up to his and he nods, giving her permission to continue pulling it up over his stomach. The pale skin there is partially torn and still oozing blood and her hands start to shake slightly as she eases it over his chest and head. Lean muscle tinged in that same crimson and black that covers his clothes is exposed to the air and he shivers. Her hands can’t help but ghost over the healing cuts and bruises, deep jagged marks across his abdomen and chest.

"What happened?" she asks softly, the question tinged with worry and a little fear.

Eddie says nothing, instead focusing on a spot on the floor between them. A few heartbeats of silence give Emma her answer. Something horrible, something most people don't come back from.

"Okay," she says into the silence before dropping her hands, swirls of steam now spreading around them. "We don't have to talk about it."

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking slightly and Emma’s heart feels the fissure, swallowing a lump in her throat.

“Um, I’ll just turn around and let you, you know-” she whispers, gesturing to his pants and shoes.

The clinking sound of the metal chains of his torn jeans is the only sign that Eddie has moved, a soft rustling filling the air as he nudges his pants off his feet. She peers over her shoulder as the shower curtain moves and realizes that Eddie still has his boxers on. Grateful for that small mercy for both his sake and hers, despite the pounding in her chest, she steps over and stands on the plush bath mat.

Eddie lets out a groan as the water falls on him, drenching his tangled curls and battered body. He hisses in pain slightly when it gets to be too much on his wounds and Emma isn’t sure where to even begin to help him. This is all so ridiculous. Less than an hour ago she was listening to Bowie and getting ready to drink wine until she passed out in front of the television. Now she’s helping some guy who’s been through hell and back, washing blood out from underneath his fingernails.

He does most of the work, the sweet smell of her body wash filling the small room. She helps rinse shampoo out of his thick, dark curls, standing on her tiptoes to run her nails against his scalp. Eddie lets out a groan when she hits a particularly sensitive spot and Emma jumps back a little, a deep blush turning her face as red as the bathwater at Eddie’s feet. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “That felt really nice.”

It takes a while to wash away the evidence of Eddie’s misfortune, the water turning cold before it’s even close to actually running clear. When he starts to shiver, Emma turns off the tap and passes him a towel, leaving the room to grab him some extra pajama pants and a shirt to sleep in. Once he changes, she leans on the doorframe, watching him squeeze the excess water from his hair.

“So,” she starts hesitantly. “How long have you…been like this?”

Eddie pauses, looking at himself in the mirror. Now that he’s clean, Emma can see the pallor of his cheeks and the scars that snake underneath his shirt. “I’m not sure. When…I don’t even know what day it is,” he huffs out with a grimace.

“It’s almost May.”

He nods and Emma sees his jaw clench before he swallows, hanging the towel up behind him.

“Long enough, I guess.”

Water still steadily drips down his back and Emma steps forward to grab a hair tie off her sink. She holds it up to him and raises an eyebrow.

“Want some more help?” she asks softly and Eddie nods, turning his back to her.

Emma grabs handfuls of his damp curls, heavy in her hands as she does her best to bundle them up. A few pieces fall to the front so he turns back around. Her heart starts to hammer again and she focuses intently on getting Eddie’s hair into some sort of order. She notices his eyes flicker down to her lips and to her throat, his breath coming a little shorter than before she got started. Emma takes a step closer, arms stretched up above them as she wraps the rubber band around his hair. His hair is now in a messy bun, hanging from the back of his head while loose curls frame his face. Her fingers itch to move some of the pieces behind his ears but she chooses to ball them at her sides instead.

“God, you smell good,” Eddie whispers fervently, licking his lips as his eyelashes flutter.

Her breath falters at the drop of his voice, something pulling her towards him. Her thighs brush his and she tilts her head up to meet his gaze. Suddenly, the small bathroom light flickers and Emma steps back to take a deep breath. Eddie’s eyes close and he does the same.

“I think you’re tired, Eddie,” she says softly, cutting through the thick air. “I’ll go grab some blankets for you. The couch pulls out into a bed so you can sleep there if you want.”

“Thank you,” Eddie blurts out as she turns away. “For all of this. I know it’s really weird and you didn’t have to, so…thank you.”

There’s a loud banging at her door and she jumps, unable to reply to his genuine comment. Eddie’s eyes go wide and Emma places her hand on his chest.

“I’ve got it. Just stay in here, okay?”

He nods and rubs a hand across his face, a slight tremble to his fingers as he turns around in a little circle. Emma hurries down the hall for what seems like the hundredth time tonight, trying to calm her expression and her breathing. If someone ever asked her to cover up a crime, she’s now sure she’d never be able to handle the pressure. Whipping open the door, Emma’s wide eyes take in an unexpected sight. Instead of uniformed officers like she imagined, there’s a guy about her age with thick brown hair, dressed in jeans and a red polo shirt. He stands on the bottom step and gives her a wave with two fingers.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Steve. Harrington. I know it’s late but-”

Steve turns to gesture behind him, revealing two more kids. One is a smaller teenage girl with spiky brown hair, almost shaven, and a face she actually recognizes.

“Dustin?” She asks incredulously, staring down at the kid from the diner.

“Hey, Emma,” Dustin says bashfully, looking a lot more animated than she has ever seen.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well,” Steve interjects, holding up his hand and turning back towards her, his light brown eyes attempting to calm her nerves. “I think…you might know a friend of ours.”

He looks behind him once more at the girl, who nods once with a serious expression. Steve continues, saying the only thing she was afraid of and Emma has to remind herself not to panic.

“His name is Eddie.”

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson smut

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itsohh · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you are doing well! When you first started writing here on Tumblr, did you hesitate or were nervous and if so how did you deal with it? Or did you just power through it and fuck it I'm putting my writing out there and I don't care what people say?

Long story short I'm really wanting to write on here just to do something different but I'm hella nervous and just wanted an opinion. Because I really love R6 but I have a very hard time getting out of my shell. Obviously you don't have to answer if you are uncomfortable! Till then I can't wait for your next post! 😊

hmmm I think way back when I first started writing I was a lot more care free at the time back when I was like 13.

I don't think I was ever focused on like anyone hating it or anything like that. Like I've legit never got hate for writing in all the years I've done it. Either people will hit the like button or they wont. Back then I was writing for like supernatural and marvel then eventually overwatch and a bit of Sherlock. In the case of I guess it was 'whats the worst that will happen' in all reality most of the time people who don't like x reader have the tag blocked and so only people who like said thing will find it (so long as u tag correctly)

I've sorta just got to the stage where posting doesn't really phase me in nervousness or anything, like sure for somethings I lose interest or motivation at times but when I started posting I didn't really get any like feedback at all? Like it was very rare I would get anything that wasn't a like or a reblog and requests didn't happen much. I think the fact that Tumblr is so anonymous really helps, like its almost a mask. No one actually knows who I am, worst comes to worst I can legit just delete the blog and start anew.

I think also fandom size is a huge thing, is reconising your audience, there's no point comparing like notes to another fandom cause honestly it just reflects how popular said thing is. After I realised that I sorta don't worry anymore? I used to freak out a bit about people not liking my posts but now I'm just like 'eh R6S is tiny' and it is.

Honestly yeah so long as you tag correctly you should be alg. In the R6S fandom at leat people are pretty chill. (Idk there's some hate to oc's or something but as long as u don't tag as x reader u should be alg)

Anyway I'm rambling a lot but honestly yeah just go for it hun, upload. Nothing bad will happen, might feel a bit anxious or whatever but its like, yeah. You feel me? that being said if your going to write please remember capitals and new speaker new line theses are so important, as someone who breaks a lot of grammar rules those two shouldn't be broken in writing. I know a lot of people aren't a fan of first person so if you do write first person your audience would be smaller than per say second or first

Some people may have different ideas or interpretations of character but I feel as a tumblr collective (speshly this fandom) people won't like hate on you for it.

ANYWAY I went off again, yeah give it a go. eventually you will get used to it and it will become a second habit to upload, frankly so long as you ultimately always write for your enjoyment your always good. uploading writing is pretty much like the same as watching a movie with a friend id say, or like running a dnd campaign sorta vibes. kinda. but yeah just hit that post button and off u go. I guess yeah just power through it, hitting post the first time is def the hardest and you just gotta rip that bad boy off.

#ask #anonymous #sorry if this uh doesn't answer your question #I ramble a lot ADHD and all that #itsohh rambles

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fluffy-lovely-clouds · 1 year

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Introduction/ Interest list!

Hiya, my name's Cloud and this is my blog for fluffy things! I draw and do other stuff for underrated and older/nostalgic fandoms!

. If you recognize my art of anything else about me from a different blog, no you don't lol. (Look having this blog is like having a secret identity ok so I beg of anyone who knows or figures me out to not rat me out plz QwQ)

. You know what, Imma just go ahead and say this in case anyone does figure me out. If you're weirded out, that's completely understandable but I want everyone to know that I stay on the sfw side of things, and by that I mean the really, REALLY sfw side.

. I also want people to understand that I do not have a fetish or kink or anything like that when it comes to this content. I ask any people who do to please respect that. I'm no kink shamer, I respect how you feel about it, but I see tickling the same way as I see hugging, cuddling, or kissing. For me it's just a good way of showing affection, bonding with someone, or having a good time! I just don't want any nsfw interactions please! If any nsfw accounts do interact, you're getting blocked!!

.Please DO NOT DM me if you are above 18. You can like, reblog, and comment all you like but just do not DM unless I let you know I'm okay with it!

DNI: racism, homophobia, pedophilia, inc*st, etc. (You people should know bad from good)

Ok, now that we got the standard rules down, here's my fandom list! Btw, I don't do commissions, just requests, so all my stuff's free lol!

• Just about any Disney movie, new or old (unless I haven't seen it but I'll either try and find it to watch or let you know I haven't!)

• Looney Tunes and other classics cartoons (Like Hanna-Barbera or Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

• Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

• The Amazing World of Gumball

• Wander Over Yonder

• Fnaf

• Undertale (well this one's a maybe, I haven't been in the fandom for years now and when I was I didn't know too much about it but I'll try and catch up on it sometime)

• Super Giant Robot Brothers

• The Ghost and Molly Mcgee

• Parappa? (maybe)

• Muppets

• Kid Cosmic

• Welcome Home

• The Amazing Digital Circus

• Into/ Across the Spiderverse (this is the only Marvel content I'm really into, and I mean ONLY this specific version lol. I don't know heck about the Marvel Universe, sorry)I

• Super Mario Bros. Movie (emphasis on Movie, I barely know anything about the games lol. Man I am just so cultured/j)

• Hazbin Hotel

• Spooky Month

That's all I got for now but my list may grow!

REQUESTS: CLOSED

#Fluff #Tickles #Hugs and kisses #Sfw

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neverwritewhatyouknow · 9 months

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I'm not sure if I've already sent an ask in (probably forgot to hit send), but what you're doing is really important and I'm sorry that you're getting all this hate. It's wrong (and also ignorant??? Like, all of the hate I've seen that you've responded to is just so ignorant and wierd, honestly), and no one should have to go through that.

If there's anything I can do to help with visibility besides reblogging, please let me know!

Also, I don't know if you're actually into this genre or if you're just trying to let people know, but if you do like this genre, I 100% recommend "What If It's Us" and "This Is Us" by Adam Silvera and Becky Albertalli (someone who writes a Jewish character (and is actually Jewish themself)). Plus, ADHD representation that is actually pretty accurate! Any books by them are pretty good, actually.

Ok, have a good day! Bye!

Hi!

Thank you, yeah the hate isn’t great. I just hope that it helps educate people in the long run. I’m Jewish lol I’m so used to being hated that while it makes me a little upset sometimes, I’ve had worse.

For now, reblogging is good. I’m waiting until I hear some definite details from the movie before I start my next round of posting things. Some new pieces of information have brought things to light and I’m working on putting things together.

I love this genre. I’ve been wanting to read both of those actually lol, but wasn’t sure if they were good. I’ll take your recommendation :) I was gonna go to Barnes and Noble this weekend anyway so this is perfect!

(Also I saw your other ask too, I know I can turn off anon, but I don’t want that to scare away anyone who does have something they want to say but don’t want to share publicly. Positive or not positive. My whole blog is anonymous so I get it. When it gets bad I close the Ask box for a while and block people. I currently have 23 Asks from anons just from yesterday and today. It’s hard to keep up)

#talking with anon #not an anon but I don’t have a tag #talking with friend #there’s a better tag

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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To celebrate hitting 800 followers this week, I will be doing a fun little series of oneshots inspired by various songs from the incredible Taylor Swift (since she is the QUEEN of angsty/fluffy fic inspo)!

All I want you to do is to read through these categories, pick your character, category and song number, and send in your request!

Also—thank you all so much for your support/reads/reblogs/comments/follows/literally everything. I’m flabbergasted by the fact that 800+ of you like me/my content enough to press follow. genuinely. you’re all the best. i love you, truly. sincerely. forevaaa.

(Prompts crossed out have either been posted or are WIP)

Characters:

Pedro Pascal

Din Djarin

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

Robb Stark

Sebastian Stan

Angst Inspo:

Last Kiss — “All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss.”

I Knew You Were Trouble — “I heard you moved on from whispers on the street. A new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be.”

I Almost Do — “And I confess, babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again with you. And I almost do.”

All Too Well — “You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine, and that made me want to die.”

Right Where You Left Me — “Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it. She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy, and you're sitting in front of me.”

Illicit Affairs — “And you wanna scream don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby": Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis. People started talking, putting us through our paces. I knew there was no one in the world who could take it, I had a bad feeling.”

Back To December — “Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.”

The Way I Loved You — “I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It’s 2 a.m. and I’m cursing your name. So in love that I acted insane, and that’s the way I loved you.”

Sad Beautiful Tragic — “Distance, timing, breakdowns, fighting, silence, the train runs off it’s tracks. Kiss me, try to fix it, will you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back.”

Fluff Inspo:

Begin Again — “And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up, but you start to talk about the movies that your family watches every single Christmas, and I will talk about that and for the first time, what’s past is past.”

Ours — “Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you, and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you.”

You Are In Love — “You kiss on sidewalks, you fight and you talk. One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says, “you're my best friend,”. And you knew what it was, he is in love.”

Gorgeous — “You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you, and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room.”

New Year’s Day — “There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor—you and me, forevermore.”

Lover — “We could let our friends crash in the living room—this is our place, we make the call. And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.”

Paper Rings — “The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I've read all of the books beside your bed.”

Love Story — “I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say, "Hello".”

King Of My Heart — “Late in the night, the city's asleep. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. Change my priorities, the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.”

Mine — “Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine.”

Smut Inspo:

Dress — “All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

Cruel Summer — “Killing me slow, out the window. I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more.”

Style — “So it goes…He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm. Takes me home, the lights are off, he's taking off his coat,”

Wildest Dreams — “I said, "No one has to know what we do". His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound. Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now.”

False God — “Religion's in your lips, even if it's a false god we'd still worship. We might just get away with it, the altar is my hips. Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love.”

‘Tis The Damn Season — “We could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, write this down: I'm stayin' at my parents' house and the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you in my hometown.”

Cowboy Like Me — “Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con.”

Treacherous — “Put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, ‘til the gravity's too much. And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and I'd be smart to walk away but you're quicksand.”

I Think He Knows — “I think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine.”

I Know Places — “Baby, I know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. 'Cause I, I know places we can hide.”

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plush-escapism · 2 years

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I simply do not have the energy or time to care about what people who aren't me are reading/writing/drawing/watching/playing. I know what I like, I know what I don’t like, and I do not care about what the new bad media list of the day says. Why would I spend hours dreading over if any of my followers like The Bad Stuff when I can just. Spend that time doing more enjoyable and self-healing things like writing, reading, rewatching a movie I love for the 30th time, listening to music and making imaginary amvs in my head, going outside and trying to enjoy my life...

At this point the only thing I care about anymore is if my followers are exclusionists, transphobic, or just otherwise outright hateful to people for no good reason. You do whatever else. I don’t care. And I also have no energy to call people out. You will never hear about anyone I block anymore, aside from me possibly reblogging something pro-trans or inclusionist after blocking someone as an effort to reaffirm folks and get stragglers to leave as well.

Sorry, not really, but I don’t believe your morality is intrinsically linked to the media you enjoy. If you do, get well soon I guess. If you’re gonna keep that mentality then at least look at yourself and make sure you're not being hypocritical, because I see way too many people claiming x is bad and y is evil and then turning around and doing/enjoying forms of both.

Idk who started the rule that agonizing over what you and random folks are enjoying is an adequate substitute for activism, but the thing that matters most in life is how you treat people. How you stand up and support others who need it. Internet discourse is a distraction. It's a detour. It's a fast, cheap, instant-gratification knockoff of the real thing. I'm sick and tired of pretending it's not. Be better. If you don’t have the energy for that, then stand back and don't get in the way. No shame in it, but don't get in the way and don't distract the folks leading the charge.

#also just because you're not doing something publicly doesn’t mean you're not doing anything #not blogging nonstop about an issue doesn’t mean someone doesn't care #i'm not making this for any particular reason beyond sheer exhaustion for the state of internet 'activism'#some of you really do seem to think that all we have to do is ban the right things and then bigotry will be over. it's not that easy

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Miss you and your marvelous writing!!!! Just a prompt if you’re up to it 😊 exes wolfstar staying friends but sirius gets into a new relationship and he brings his new boo to somewhere he took remus and remus gets sad 😭 but they get back together eventually

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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.

“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam.

It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.

But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.

It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out.

Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”

James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”

“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”

“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad.

“You’ll send pictures though.”

“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.

And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.

“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.

R: need intel

L: Say more sexy things to me, lover

R: sirius and Gideon

R: what’s going on there

L: I’ll take a look, dw

Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”

“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.

“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.

“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.

“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“

“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”

“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”

He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.

“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.

“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”

“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!

He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.

Remus is fine.

“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”

“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”

“Remus, stop.”

“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”

“Remus!”

“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”

“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”

Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.

He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.

And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.

Like now.

It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.

And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair.

And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.

“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”

“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.”

“That’s not—“

“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”

“Just tired is all.”

“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words.

“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”

“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.

“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”

“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.

“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”

“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“

“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“

“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other.

“No? Excuse me?”

“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”

Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“

“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”

“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.

“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”

“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”

Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“

“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”

Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.

And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”

Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”

My Other Wolfstar FIC💜

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #WOLFSTAR ANGST #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #THE HARRY POTTER SERIES #HARRY POTTER SERIES #MARAUDERS #SPILT INK #I AM A MESS #I HATE ME LMFAO

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lilhawkeye3 · 4 years

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Tea Time With Hawk ☕️🦅

The Bad Batch was... badly designed

If you like the Bad Batch & aren’t open to reading a critical look into their design, don’t read this.

So I’ve already written about The Clone Wars and the issues with Tup and Rex’s character designs. For me, these aren’t reasons enough for me to dislike their characters as a whole (although I refuse to draw Tup’s tattoo when I do draw him).

With the Bad Batch though... I really don’t like them. I don’t want to draw them. Their designs make me uncomfortable, and for two reasons other than just the designs themselves:

1. The Bad Batch was designed for the newest and latest season of TCW, meaning those involved in the creation and in the direction of the Star Wars Umiverse in general are aware of issues brought up in the last decade about POC representation and racism in Star Wars (I say this because it’s been widely talked about, especially after the sequel movies premiered).

2. These characters were introduced specifically as a backdoor pilot for their own series. If the reception to them hadn’t been as good, the Bad Batch series probably wouldn’t have been greenlighted (this is something done in Hollywood in general, not a specific Disney thing). The problem isn’t that they were created in mind to have a series about them, but that these clones have the most whitewashed appearance and were chosen to be the focus of a new series.

So, on to a closer look at exactly what I find issue with these characters.

Crosshair: why the fuck does the sharpshooter look like a white man (this is nothing against white men, but he is supposed to be the CLONE of a BROWN MAN). EVERYTHING about him is changed so drastically that it doesn’t even look like they used the base model of a clone for him.

For comparison:

Top photo is Crosshair. Bottom three are Fives, Jester, and Echo (after the Citadel, which I’ll get to).

Crosshair’s jaw structure is angular and his cheekbones more vertical and prominent. His hairline is more rigid, his hair is white, and with the painting details you can see it is mean to be straight. His nose is so much narrower it’s as if he had a nose job done. Even his lip shape is smaller, which is ridiculous seeing as the clones already have such thin lips. His eyebrows are thinner and less bold. All these are pbviously changed even when comparing to Echo, who is meant to be thin in malnourished in that picture.

Crosshair’s mutation goes further than being a great sharpshooter. They literally made him into a white man.

And then I wonder why he seems to be the most popular of the Bad Batch members in the fandom... sigh.

Tech: again, it looks as if they used a whole different base structure than the normal clones. So here we have his “desirable mutation” meaning he’s incredibly smart. He is shorter and less built than the other clones, his hair is lightened, his nose narrower, his jaw narrower and less square... the changes aren’t as drastic as with Crosshair, but he’s still changed to fit more Eurocentric features. Tech is also much shorter than all the other clones? Idk personally I found that strange and unnecessary cause it not only adds to “nerds are smaller” stereotypes, but more troubling, it subtly pushes the notion that the larger brown men are not as smart as the smaller whitewashed man.

Wrecker: I can’t even begin to describe how animalistic they make him seem in comparison to the previous two. While Crosshair and Tech’s mutations are more mental and refined and thus they are given Eurocentric features... Wrecker’s mutation focuses on brute strength and yet he retains the more typical clone features of the show. Yeah idk just look at the picture and the way he acts in the show. He’s better than the first two but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hunter: okay enhancing his senses is... fine. Honestly he’s the least problematic in my opinion. But like... they were not subtle in trying to make him like Rambo. His hair, his facial features, even the bandana. He’s not as whitewashed as Crosshair or Tech, but he is obviously modeled after Sylvester Stalone, who y’know is a white guy.

And then they have Echo elevated to the Bad Batch. @thatfunkyopossum made an art that pointed it out best, but there isn’t really an excuse for how much paler they made his skin. Yes brown skinned people can and do get darker or lighter based on seasons but like... we don’t just lose all our melanin and become completely white if we never get sunlight. I hope they give him some color back for this sequel 😅 [Edit 4/2021: LMAO HE GOT WORSE SOMEHOW]

So yeah. The Bad Batch makes me extremely uncomfortable as a whole, and you won’t see me creating stuff for them (I drew Hunter once for a friend but that’s the extent I’ll get involved with them). It’s fine if you do like them, like I’m not going to hate you or anything, but I did want to write this up because enough people were interested.

I am of course welcome to any discussion about it (both in agreement or disagreement) :) but if you start attacking anyone in reblogs I will not hesitate to block you. *Please check the notes if you want to see the discussion!*

#the bad batch #the clone wars #star wars #tw racism #lowkey racism #whitewashing #yeah idk they make me uncomfortable #tea time with hawk #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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Avalance Fic Recommendations Part 4

The final part of this series. Thanks to everyone who reblogged and liked, and a huge shout-out to @heywhereisperry who encouraged and motivated me into doing this.

As I said in Part 1, feel free to add any more stories you think should be recognised to any of these posts, and my ask box is open if you would like more detail on anything.

Part 1: Bite Sized

Part 2: Snacks

Part 3: Meals

Banquets (Over 75,000 words)

When you do not have anything you need to do in the next couple of days

You're My Miracle by bihexualmess

My tags: Ava is FBI, Sara is a Private Investigator, Rip brings Sara on for a case

This just got updated the other week and ruined multiple nights of sleep for me. At almost 350k words, still going, I don’t know how to explain without spoiling stuff that happens a long way in. There are so many layers to both Ava and Sara here, and the trauma, and the issues, and the fact they will not talk to each other about anything. I jumped on this a bit late, as the title and description didn’t grab me, but oh boy, I was missing out. I did get to read a heap of it in one go, but that doesn’t help the slow burn. I would start this even though it’s still a WIP, just because it will take you a while, to read, and also the storylines need time to settle in, because they are heavy, but just amazing. It is now the longest Avalance fic with the latest update.

this is the way that we love (like it's forever) by CoffeeAndArrows, moonlitprincess

My tags: College Avalance dated and broke up, five years later they meet again, Ava’s dating someone else

This fic had me crying in the lunchroom during my second week of work because I couldn’t not read during my lunch break, and it was hitting me so hard. That was after starting it at 10pm, reading to 2am, sleeping until 6am, reading until 11am a couple of days before. Warning for major character deaths; the funeral for one is alluded to in the description. If anyone says something bad about Jordan, I will not be happy; one of the best original characters I have ever read in a fic. Sara’s not in a great place initially, but she gets there. And there’s some cute flashbacks to college Legends too.

you make me smile (please stay for a while now) by CoffeeAndArrows, moonlitprincess

My tags: High School Rivals AU, Ava’s class president, Sara is the superstar soccer captain, they have more in common than they thought

I just looked at the word count for this, and it must be the first time I have, because wow! It is a journey! There’s a couple of prequel, sequel and interjection stories in this universe too. Ava has to deal with her family not being super supportive when she comes out. Sara has to deal with Laurel struggling and their mum having a clear favourite (Laurel). Most of the Legends have really great arcs in here as well. Ava’s family is great. I wanna hang out with her little sister. Don’t be like 2018 me who gives up after the first chapter because they are mad about what Laurel is going through. She’s fine, and there’s a heap of great Sara and Laurel moments. I recently re-read the last 10 chapters, and I still couldn’t stop myself from reading like it was the first time.

i am who you used to love (and you are just a memory) by justpalsbeingals

My tags: The Vow AU, but Ava makes some better choices early on, they’re married, Ava gets into an accident and loses all memory of Sara

I hate the movie this fic is based on. The movie’s fine, and it was a delight seeing Tatiana Maslany in it while I was watching Orphan Black, but basically it is my worst-case scenario, losing my memory. The fact that this fic kept me hooked despite that, is a testament to the quality. The fic itself says “light angst”, I say it’s much, much heavier than that, but that’s just me. Warning, there are some intense twists in here, and everyone is a bit OOC to me, memory loss being considered, which might not be your thing.

and i will stumble and fall (i'm still learning to love) by lucylikestowrite

My tags: SwanQueen kid fic AU, yes, I know go with me on this, Ava adopted Sara’s unexpected baby, said kid finds Sara years later

In general, as I’ve mentioned before, I don’t like kid fics. Fics with future children coming back to meet their parents, or the couple going into the future? Some of my favourites ever. This has no time travel, but I trust Lucy. This story is under 75k, but the sequel is almost as long, so combined they’re over. The sequel is a WIP. I didn’t watch Once Upon a Time, but it’s the plot of the start of that, except the gay actually happens. There are a lot of issues our girls have to work through here, but the kid is so cute.

and we could try by plinys

My tags: it’s a story mostly told on twitter through fake screen shots of social media, Sara drunk messages Ava, Ava doesn’t block her

I’m sure this format of storytelling is not for everyone, and that’s okay! I was so confused by it at first. I would recommend starting with the shorter one, I can be your hero (in Part 2), just to see if you like it, before jumping into this. I read this when the epilogue, the fic, was released, and I was up until 5am because I couldn’t stop. It became part of my personality. Story wise, Sara and Ava are on different coasts, but both know Nate, Ray and Nora. Ray and Nora get engaged, and Avalance have to deal with planning that wedding, and whatever is going on with them.

take my hands now by plinys

My tags: Another Social Media twitter AU, Sara is The Canary, Ava is trying to arrest vigilantes, Nate accidently gives Ava Sara’s number

Another brilliant twitter story. Some of our gang is trying to arrest the other half. Sara knows who Ava is, Ava doesn’t know that Sara is the person she’s chasing. Everyone has public twitter accounts. Sara actually gets [spoiler villain] to stop an attack by sending them money for a drink.

your eyes, they shine so bright by plinys

My tags: Social Media AU, everyone works for not Buzzfeed, a colab series is pitched, Sara and Ava’s teams have to work together

Ava makes factual videos, Sara does not, they are forced to work together. Nate is everyone’s boss technically, but they do what they want. Nate and Ava are non-biological siblings, and Satan Camp is a running gag. Oh, fake dating is in there too!

right to the top, don't hold back by SJAandDWfan

My tags: American Ninja Warrior AU, Sara’s a veteran and the Legends train together, Ava’s a rookie, rivals to training partners to friends to …

I re-read this every year when the new Australian season comes out. It’s so burned into my brain that when I was watching the speed climbing at the Olympics I genuinely thought “I wonder how Amaya would go in this?”. Amaya’s pre-Ninja experience is rock climbing in this fic. I learnt so much about Ninja Warrior and how the show (at least in this universe) works, and it’s fascinating. Would recommend watching some clips if you’re unfamiliar with the concept. The story goes pretty in detail about the courses. For recommendations, either Jessie Gaff, who was a S1 Supergirl stuntwoman, or Australia’s own Olivia Vivian, who is just stages better than our next female.

biding our time (until tomorrow) by TheTruthAboutLove

My tags: Period setting AU, Ava’s too noble for her own good, Oliver’s dad is the villain

This was a really cool experiment. Basically, told in lots of mini chapters like a soap opera. I do not know much about this period of American history, but it did not matter. A lot of different Arrow-verse peeps show up along the way. I’m sure I complained out loud “you’re allowed to want things Ava!” at some point. There’s an attempt for fake dating, and it’s not the homophobia but the second daughter problem that gets them.

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#Avalance fic rec #Avalance #Sara Lance #Ava Sharpe #fanfiction

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Taking the more recent actions of jk out of the picture for a second her series still has:

1. Fatphobia, so much fatphobia

2. Lycanthropy being likened to aids with a specific werewolf going only after children.

3. Goblins being equated to Jewish people and even including the Star of David on the main bank floor in the movie.

4. An abusive teacher that joined the magic n#zis who spent almost 2 decades bullying literal children including ones who were already in abusive homes.

5. Expects us to have sympathy for said teacher because he wanted to bang the protagonists mom as if that erases abuse.

6. A magically enslaved race who wants to be slaves and only one person thinks it’s wrong.

7. A magical snake who’s enslaved by the bad guy and revealed to be an Asian woman.

8. Cho Chang being two Korean last names but the character is supposed to be Chinese.

9. Rita skeeter being described with features stereotypical to that of a trans woman.

10. The way she bastardized Native American sacred animals and beliefs in the new movie series.

11. Only one character is explicitly black in the book. His last name is shackle bolt.

12. Confirming dumbledoor as gay years after the series ended. Refusing to let him be portrayed as gay in the new series but still saying him and grindlewald have “hot sex”

So yeah… I know I’m missing things but the series really doesn’t hold up well after 20+ years especially coupled with the author being a terf.

I take a while to get to asks sometimes because my work week can be so hectic, so for anyone who thinks this ask seems very out of the blue since I don't really reblog any HP content, it was sent shortly after an incident where a Yashahime/Rurouni Kenshin/Harry Potter fan showed up on one of Billy's posts about hny and rk proclaiming that they support rk and just because they support rk doesn't mean that they support the creator's views. It was especially ironic because they tagged JK Rowling as well in their reblog with that statement, and it turned out they were a terf, which means they very much DO support the fictional media AS WELL AS the creator's views.

All that said as far as my response Nonny, I do agree. There was a lot of stuff that Rowling said or did even before she was an out and proud terf that made me question her sanity.

I grew up on HP just like a lot of us did, and there is no denying it made a large impact on who I am as an adult today that can never be changed. I still describe myself as a Hufflepuff, I still have the books I bought way back in high school sitting on my book shelf, and somewhere in boxes in my closet I'm sure I've still got my wand and my homemade Hufflepuff scarf.

But DESPITE the fact that her stories did have such an affect on me, I refuse to allow her to have any more part in my life, and I refuse to put any more money or attention into her current works.

I suppose this is on part a secondary response to that terf who showed up in the above linked post (if I hadn't already blocked their nasty ass), because they kept trying to claim that you can still enjoy a piece of media even if the creator is pretty terrible, and honestly?

If you are viewing the media on a paid subscription site, you are supporting the creator. If you are buying official merch, you are supporting the creator. And honestly, if you are going out of your way to tell other people that it's fine to do the above two things in order to "support the fandom community" you are inadvertently supporting the creator because you are fostering an environment in your fandom where the people partaking it it think it's fine to put their money into it.

I don't really partake in anything HP these days except maybe occasionally reading fanfiction. But fanfiction is all about continuing or changing media past what the original gave us anyways, so honestly I find that it doesn't typically count. (If I had a dollar for every time I read the words "I never played Undertale" when reading UT fanfiction comments.)

But if I DID want to see the new Fantastic Beasts movie coming out (lolno) then I would pirate that shit faster then Jack Sparrow could steal a ship right out from under it's captain nose.

AND I would make sure to proudly admit that fact any time I talked about it, AND I would help other people also pirate it. Because it's not enough to quietly enjoy your free media while hyping up the media in the fandom.

There is a YouTuber I've stumbled across once or twice that makes a great argument for Piracy of anime in light of how streaming services work, and in an effort to try to make them better. But I feel like this is also a great way to openly oppose the support of creators like Watsuki. "Oh you're gonna remake Rurouni Kenshin? Fuck you we're all pirating it just to spite him."

One of the arguments that people have made against his supporting of piracy is "what about the animators?" Well his audience has been supporting the animators via the Animator Dormitory Project for the past 3 years. Their entire stance being instead of paying for that streaming service, pirate what you want to watch and instead put that money towards the cogs in the system to keep them afloat until the industry gets the message.

Anyways this response has gotten way longer then I intended so I'm going to leave it off here with a hilarious response video from above YouTuber to the corporate bootlickers that were crying "waaah piracy is wrooooong!"

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#anti yashahime #anti jkr #anti rurouni kenshin

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