#fucking incandescent with rage right now
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I was just doing a bit of research on the MSPA wiki for a response to a mutual and like, I already can't stand how Andrew Hussie treated Gamzee and Gamzee's fans but
(From the section of Gamzee's page regarding his part in the Candy Epilogue)
After arriving back on Earth C, John opens the fridge gingerly and Gamzee bursts out gasping and sweating. After an extended display of hacking, coughing, and crying, he begins to express his regrets for being a bItCh AsS nAuGhTy MoThErFuCkEr. Calliope comforts him throughout his self-pitying soliloquy, as he recounts his epiphanies about how awfully he had treated his friends, followed by justifications about how his upbringing from his lusus and his place in Alternian society are to blame for putting him on a harmful life path.
(Emphasis mine)
Hussie I swear to god I will end you if you ever put your grubby little hands on Gamzee again HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS. US GAMZEE FANS DIDN'T DESERVE THIS. YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHITHEAD
#vent#fucking incandescent with rage right now#sorry about the death threat it's just the only thing that can express my sheer rage at hussie right now#i don't actually mean it obviously#death threat tw#seriously though he fucked gamzee over in canon why'd he have to bitch at gamzee's fans like that#makes me want to scream#flashing gif tw#im going to go get my crabs now
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every day i wake up in tory britain and every day i think guy fawkes had the right idea actually
#i am incandescent with rage over what's going on right now with the scottish gender recognition bill#like so angry i can't even be coherent#trans people aren't fucking pawns to win some political points with your bigoted english base#FUCK. OFF.#not even to mention how dangerous a precedent it sets if the uk gov succeeds in vetoing the bill#like. i can't even see the silver lining for the case for independence im so upset#this isn't democracy#this is living with a fucking boot on your neck
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i need someone to tell me that they, too, used to want to bash their heads against their computer and then throw the computer against a wall as soon as they open a new document and try to write, but they actually found a miracle cure and now they can write whatever they wish to whenever they decide to
#like please#someone.anyone#i know better than to think i'm special or unique when it comes to dysfunctionning brains#SOMEONE has to have figured it out already#and for god's sake the first one who says 'just write and don't think about it until editing!' i will#very much not appreciate it#to be polite#also i know this stupid post is going to be drown in less than half a minute and nobody will care but ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH#i had a NICE day#i DID THINGS#i fucking cook and do sport and shit#but the one fucking thing i want to do!!!! the one thing!!!! i finally try to settle into doing and it's just!!!!!!!;#i tried three sentences and that was it#pure incandescent RAGE#i'm so ANGRY#it's so hard to restrain myself right now and it's insane it's insane i'm insane and i fucking hate it and me and UGH#fuck this FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME#fuck#personal
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#wtfiwwy#FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU#a gun is not a remote control#fuck landlords#YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE A FUCKING GUN#A GODDAMN SOVIET ERA SEMIAUTOMATIC#AND YOU FUCKING FLED THE STATE#I'm incandescent with rage right now
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why the fuck does tumblr look like this and how do i get rid of it
#i came back to wax poetic about the og best boy. about the motherfucker thats been livin in my head rent free for decades.#i hear his fuckin voice in my head when im about to do somethin incredibly stupid#the bastard that got me through a fuckin hunger games of thrones ass childhood#all i wanted was to write like a 15k word essay about him but instead i find this bullshit#what is this#i did not sign up on tumblr in the year of our lord 2007 to see this site turn into twitter#what the fuck happened#im goin to fuckin shank someone in a dark alley what is this#take me back#seething#fuckin flames at the side of my face right now#incandescent rage#i am going to bite a chair
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Why
The fuck
Do my in-laws insist on coming to me to arrange times for things like video calls - as though I am the freaking social secretary for our little twig of the family tree?
He’s your son AND he is more than freaking capable of arranging a time for a video chat! I AM NOT THIS FAMILY’S SECRETARY! FUCK YOU FOR ASSUMING THAT THIS IS FUCKING WOMEN’S WORK!
#and my husband isn’t even trying to not take over this chore#it’s that his freaking parents assume that I am the fucking one who schedules such things#FUCK THE FUCKING PATRIARCHY!!!#I am incandescent with rage right now
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Girl I have been silently reading and praising your stuff from my sisters account. Like liking all you stuff for safekeeping. The whole thing crashed and now I am trying to do the whole interacting thing. I am so embarrassed and scared that my idea is shit so this I am anonymous. But listen - I check your blog every day for updates. I luv u.
Okay my request is a bit messy. But like an angsty/fluf fic with Frank and a woman who is like small but indestructible - you know like a super power or x-gene thing. You cant see any wounds on her body they´ll just heal or something. And all she wants to do is protect Frank and he is just not having it.
If this is shit and not duable I get it! And if I missed somebody writing something simular please share the link - I would love it!
Rant over...sorry...and thank you <34567
hi nonnie!
firstly, welcome. there's no need to hide in the shadows, or to apologize or feel embarrassed or any of that. i'm happy you're here and felt comfortable sharing your idea with me! I actually got a somewhat similar request, so I ended up combining the two to get the best of both worlds :)
also if you're into frank x powered reader, I highly recommend @grippingbeskar! she has an entire completed series called salt, ice, and fire that is phenomenal that I can't gush about enough
I hope you enjoy!
warning: swearing, mentions of guns & blood
word count: 1.4k
bulletproof.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What the fuck are you doin’?”
Frank’s thick brows were angrily bunched up in the middle of his forehead, a trail of crimson slowly leaking from the cut that covered the bridge of his freshly broken nose. His jaw was harshly set and he scowled deeply at you while switching out the cartridge on his rifle by muscle memory, not even having to look down.
“I told you-“
“No, I told you to take the goddamn stairs to the roof while I took out-
“I had it under control, Frank!”
Frank scoffed and let out an exasperated puff of air through his lips while shaking his head and gesturing towards you loosely with his free hand.
“Under control my ass, look at you. If you had fuckin’ listened to me, you wouldn’t be bleedin’ right now.”
Frank’s voice had risen in volume, and the timbre of it carried through the empty space between the two of you with a subtle growl. He might have been pissed at you, but you were fucking furious with him. You’d lost count of how many times the two of you fought about the exact same fucking thing over and over, and you weren’t arguing about it with him anymore.
The heavy sound of approaching footsteps and yells caught Frank’s attention, but as he began to march towards the open loading dock of the abandoned warehouse with purpose and a raging vendetta burning in his eyes, the metal shutter door suddenly came barreling down with a wave of your hand. It collided with the concrete floor, a loud thud echoing around the space, not only preventing Frank from getting out, but anyone else from getting in.
Frank instantly paused, snapping his head to look over his shoulder at you with an expression of pure annoyance covering his sharp features. Your eye color had shifted to an incandescent shade, glimmering like two deep red rubies caught in the sunlight. There was still a flickering scarlet glow around your right hand as you kept the door shut, and Frank could tell by the look on your face that you were incensed by his behavior, but he refused to back down anymore than you did.
Grabbing the hem of your top with your left hand, you hastily lifted it upwards just as one of the bullet holes above your right hip began to close up and heal. Frank’s narrowed gaze dropped downwards to watch, and his features softened just a sliver, only to harden once again when he looked back into your illuminated eyes.
“I can heal, Frank. You can’t. So when I tell you I have something under control, that doesn’t mean you fucking jump in front of me guns blazing. That bulletproof vest can’t protect you from everything, and I swear to whatever God you believe in, if you pull that shit again and get yourself killed, I will find a way to raise you from the dead just to kill you myself.”
Frank didn’t visibly react to your words, even as your voice rose in a hysterical volume and filled the empty space surrounding you both. Any other person might have been fucking terrified to be alone with a woman that had glowing red eyes and could trap them somewhere with her mind. Then again, anyone else probably also would’ve been scared shitless to be alone in a room with the Punisher himself.
But Frank wasn’t afraid of you, just like you weren’t afraid of him. You both knew what the other was, and you loved each other anyway.
That was the root cause of your recurring argument. Frank wanted to protect you, and you wanted to protect him. Despite him knowing about your abilities, he still felt responsible for you. He didn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it did heal. He didn’t want anything to happen to you if he could prevent it.
Letting his rifle drop by his side, Frank let out a deep exhale through his broken nose, his eyes wandering over your figure slowly before meeting your gaze.
“You know how much I hate seein’ you get hurt, baby. You know what it does to me.”
The sudden change in his voice to a softer and more sincere tone had your eyes shifting back to their natural color, and your previous anger began to instantly cool. You did know. If someone so much as bumped into you on accident, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds. He had always been extremely overprotective of you, and knowing his traumatic past, you couldn’t blame him, or stay upset with him for very long.
Letting out a soft sigh of your own, you ran one of your hands through your hair before taking a few steps towards him, your heeled boots echoing along the cement floors. Despite the three inches of height they gave you, Frank still towered over you completely. The size difference between the two of you was nearly comical, especially considering he was the “big and scary” one.
But you were the little witch that had a nasty temper.
“You think I enjoy seeing you get hurt? I’m the one who has to fix you up, remember?”
Neither one of you paid any mind to the incessant banging on the shutter door, or the sound of ricocheting bullets and yelling coming from the other side. When you brought your hands up to gently grab Frank’s face, he leaned down to nuzzle into your palms and instantly melted into your touch, his attention solely focused on you.
“I know.”
Brushing your thumb lightly along the violet bruise that began to bloom on his right cheekbone, you took in the cut along the bridge of his nose and frowned softly with a sigh.
“Your nose is broken again.”
“Ain’t the first, won’t be the last.”
“Can I try something?”
Frank arched one of his thick brows in question, glancing over his shoulder momentarily at the shutter door before looking at you again.
“Right now?”
“You have somewhere to be?”
Rolling his eyes, Frank let out a soft chuckle and gave a slight nod of his head.
“Alright. S’pose they ain’t gettin’ in no time soon.”
A proud smirk was all you offered in return to his comment. Taking a deep breath, you removed your right hand from his face and let your index finger hover over his wounded nose. Focusing intently, your hand was once again glowing, and you traced a crimson line in the air from the top to the bottom of his nose. All of a sudden, the cut on the bridge of his nose sealed up, and the indigo patches that had blossomed around it vanished.
Frank blinked a few times in dumbfoundment, wiggling his large nose and glancing down at it in a mixture of confusion and awe. Your own eyes widened in surprise, and your mouth hung open in shock before your lips parted into a wide grin. Frank looked at you, his features twisted up in wonder and puzzlement.
“Holy shit. How the hell did you do that?”
“I…I don’t know. I just…wanted to see if I could, and…focused really hard. I can’t believe it actually worked!”
Frank stared down at you incredulously when you said that.
“The hell you mean you can’t believe it actually worked? You didn’t know it would? What if you had given me a tail or somethin’? Or put my ass where my nose was?”
“Oh, well then I could never kiss you again.”
Frank actually looked offended by that, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression while you gently patted his shoulder and stepped around him to face the shutter door, brushing your hair off your shoulders.
“Alright big guy, let’s wrap this up. I’m starving, and there’s a Gilmore Girls marathon waiting with our name on it.”
Frank’s plush lips pursed in an adorable pout as he cocked his rifle and aimed towards the shutter door, keeping his narrowed gaze locked on you.
“You and I are gonna have a serious talk ‘bout this magic shit when we get home.”
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#frank castle#frank castle x you#frank castle x reader#frank castle request#frank castle fic#the punisher#the punisher request#the punisher fic
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Close call?
My Familiar’s Ghost part 17
Masterpost
(ID in alt and under cut)
1. Close up in profile of ghost Guillermo on a background streaked with bolts of ghostly light. Guillermo is literally incandescent in fury, eyes fully black and burning with light, bright blue flames streaming from his clenched fists. Behind him, a throw pillow and a book fly by as if thrown, the pages of the book ripped and tearing out from the force. Blinded with rage, Guillermo thunders, “Everything I’ve done for the past 13 years has been for you!” At his back, the black shadow looms.
2a. Nandor ducks close to the viewer with a panicked expression as a book and a framed painting fly at his head, background dark and streaked in the direction of his motion. Guillermo shouts from offscreen: “Then the one time I do something for myself…” 2b. Guillermo continues: “It gets fucked up!” Another book and a sword fly through in the foreground, Nandor lunging back in the other direction to dodge, one arm held up protectively.
3. On a background that is at times a physical wall and other times a ghostly blue threaded with black, the room continues to tear itself apart. A wooden chair smashes hard against the wall, legs and arms splintering into pieces and causing a painting to topple to the floor. A metal sword twists itself up in midair. A lightbulb explodes in a standing lamp, spraying shards of glass. The painting of Nandor and his horse slips down the wall and lands on a corner, the bottom of the wooden frame breaking off. Guillermo continues ranting: “And once again…you make it all…about…”
4a. Close up of Guillermo, eyes black, face creased and clenched with fury, flames licking at the flyaways of his hair and the edges of his form. The black shadow has grown, tearing itself to pieces and burning into his aura as it gathers around his shoulders. Guillermo finishes with a thunderous “YOU!” He throws his arm forward, a blurred object streaking past at his direction. 4b. Extreme close up as the object, a broken stake of wood from the chair, meets its offscreen target with a decisive “shunk!” Blood spurts out from the contact.
5a. Close up on Guillermo, expression gone slack with shock as the black fades out of his eyes. His ghostly light fades in intensity, the black shadow dissipating and creeping away like mist. His hand hovers in the air, shaking, gaze fixated in naked horror at the scene before him. 5b. Shot of Nandor from the front, pinned to the wall by the stake buried through his shirt just under his left armpit, having sliced through his ribs just a few inches from his heart. Blood spreads across the fabric and drips from the end of the stake. The wall behind him is peppered with tears, dents, scrapes, and shards of wood from the other items thrown at him. A strip of wallpaper is rolling itself down and an ornate sconce is snapped in half and twisted to the side, unlit. Nandor is frozen with his right hand held up protectively, eyes wide and jaw slack in shock. He stutters, “G-“ 5c. Reverse shot of Guillermo. Nandor tries again, whimpering shakily from offscreen, “Guillermo…” Guillermo flinches at his name, ghostly aura now small and contained. He holds up both hands protectively to his chest, entire body shaking now as his wide eyes fill with tears. 5d. Reverse shot as Guillermo, in the foreground, disappears from the room with a “voop”. Nandor is left alone, pinned and bleeding, right arm outstretched as if trying to grab after his friend. We can now see the pile of mangled books at his feet, a cupboard to the left with a broken and battered door hanging open, and the intact sword buried in the wall nearby; the results of Guillermo’s carnage. /end ID
#wwdits#my familiars ghost#nandermo#mlm#ghost guillermo#guillermo de la cruz#nandor the relentless#what we do in the shadows fx#what we do in the shadows#my art#fanart#image described#blood tw#violence tw
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Thoughts upon finishing Master and Apprentice! A good double read with Padawan; the ending of that leaving Obi-Wan slightly hopeful about his relationship to Qui-Gon makes for a very sad yet hilarious ‘Local Padawan loses last little bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of vibe to the beginning of this one, which is set one (1) year later and Obi-Wan is So Done with Qui-Gon’s whole deal by this point (correctly btw). Also if you can’t tell already I will not be objective or free from bias in this because I love Obi-Wan so much and some of the stuff Qui-Gon pulled made me incandescent with rage on his behalf <3 let’s go
- 'oh obi-wan, you're so mature for your age, I keep forgetting you're only seventeen years old,' qui-gon says, word for word, repeatedly, in master and apprentice, apparently willfully deaf to the industrial-sized warning bells about their relationship dynamic that should probably be setting off in his head. qui-gon believes in vibing with the living force and being in the moment right up until the moment requires him to pay attention to the kid he's raising for more than oh, one and a half minutes of self-effacing inner monologue and then he's like 'well unfortunately there is simply no time for that right now there are prophecies to be pondered'. (the fact that the admission that obi-wan has essentially been left to raise himself emotionally and the resigned reframing of that as 'and maybe that is a good thing!' is part of the olive branch they extend to each other towards the end... will my sadness never end)
- most of all it's so heartbreaking to me that qui-gon seemingly never understands just how much obi-wan as a person is rooted deeply in shame. I don't think that's a feeling that's particularly prevalent in qui-gon's own inner world so he doesn't recognize how central it is in obi-wan's psychology and completely misunderstands and misaligns with him again and again and again and then gets annoyed with obi-wan for that, thus making the shame even deeper. doubly painful because he does see the way rael lives so much of his life out of shame now and feels sad about it, but can't see the way he's contributing to obi-wan doing so. this is what fucks me up so bad about the generational trauma in star wars -- no one here meant to be cruel. for all his faults I do think qui-gon does love obi-wan and doesn't mean to hurt him. but the original sin of the prequels as far as I'm concerned is qui-gon tenderly drying away obi-wan's tears as he's dying even while completely failing to see him, his eyes too fixed on anakin's future to actually be with obi-wan, who's there right now and needs him.
these are simply very different people trying and failing to understand each other, and the harm that can still happen in that… 'if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand', all the way through the disaster line, even when the love is there, it is there, that’s what hurts the most, it just doesn’t reach where it’s needed, there’s a connection that doesn’t happen. (ironically I think ahsoka doesn't doubt that anakin loves her, it's just uh everything else that went down. so y'know family curse broken! new even more fucked up curse achieved now with more child murder. I mean there already was some child murder in this family but anakin upped the game exponentially)
- a lil guy who's basically tarzan except the gorillas are replaced with protocol droids and then he becomes a jewel thief is one of the funniest star wars concepts I've ever heard and I hope pax and rahara get to pop up in more star wars media, they’re great fun. (also an idea I think would be super fun to make a character/campaign around in Edge of the Empire or something, everyone playing different droids and then one person being robo-parented lol)
- was not prepared to have rael posit a theory of what essentially seems to be the jedi version of predestination in his despair, but I do love to see it haha. especially interesting since he, qui-gon and dooku must be among the people alive who've studied the prophecies in most depth, and they've all reached different conclusions -- dooku decides to join the war of light and dark on the side of dark for some reason, qui-gon (possibly the stubbornest fucker the jedi order ever produced) 'turns towards the light not to win some great cosmic game, but because it is the light', and rael in the middle falls into the depressed apathy of 'it doesn't matter what we do here, the outcome is already decided; for there to be true balance there has to be as much dark as light in the world so we're fucked'. but in the end he does take qui-gon's words to heart and turns towards the light rather than accepting dooku's offer, even if he might not believe it makes a difference in the long run. man I love rael. hobo-looking sonofabitch living in a castle for eight years will just suddenly fling out some deep jedi theology huh
- master rael 'I'm gonna make up for the big terrible mistake I made on accident by making an even bigger more premeditated mistake on purpose' averross (affectionate)
- the added layer to dooku’s fascination with prophecy after reading dooku: jedi lost — that his best friend in the world was a seer who couldn’t turn it off and it destroyed him……….. dooku you’re not getting him back if you just understand what he saw you know that right
- the more I read of master and apprentice the more I realize that the reason yoda and qui-gon don't get along is that they're two of the judgiest bitches the jedi order ever produced. They’re like two cats scowling judgmentally at each other from opposite sides of the room pretending to live and let live while going ‘you’re wrong tho’ internally.
- I dunk on him constantly (not entirely without affection, however grudging), but Qui-Gon is genuinely a really interesting character. He’s so… he’s so. He’s infuriating but he’s infuriating in an equidistant sort of way. You feel me. He’s pissing everyone off equally and he just doesn’t care because again, he’s the stubbornest judgiest bitch around and thinks he’s right all the time. I would be free to just enjoy his ornery ‘no actually I’m right about this’ ass and the chaos he wreaks so much more if Obi-Wan didn’t have to live with the emotional consequences of it lol.
- poor rael closing in on fifty with his puriteen middle-aged little brother clutching pearls about his getting laid once in a blue moon fhdskjahfas. again a really interesting insight into different ways of interpreting the jedi code, though, I love seeing the jedi not be an ideological monolith. to be fair to rael, having sex sometimes does seem to be the indulgence he has that causes the least conflict with his principles or loyalties so you know what honestly force speed you my friend why not. (and then there's qui-gon 'noooo sex is only okay if you're In Love (implied: like I was)!!!' jinn lmao. I wonder what he'd think of anakin and padme's relationship, would that pass the 'being sufficiently purely in love' test for him) I do like how consistently it’s shown that rael doesn’t mean to be cruel or unkind in anything he says, he always notices something landing too close to home and then pulls carefully back from it instead of pushing on. He seems to be the emotional intelligence powerhouse in this lineage (as long as he doesn’t have his feelings too tangled up in something, at least).
Dooku: jedi lost also shows us that dooku absolutely knows rael is out there in the galaxy laying pipe and is, at worst, softly amused by it. So in this little family unit it’s only qui-gon losing his mind over it fjsdkafa I’m so used to having qui-gon be the wild card maverick compared to obi-wan ‘*in tears* but what are the RULES master’ kenobi, it’s so fucking funny that within the context that raised him he’s the stick in the mud
I guess. the book also had a plot and it was not bad! some interesting insights about how the republic interacted with the big corporations and just how fucked everything already was by this point. I'm a pretty character-driven reader so that's what sticks with me for the most part
- obi-wan’s big teenage rebellion here being that sometimes. Occasionally. When he really loses his temper and gets hot under the collar. He’ll say something slightly passive aggressive out loud instead of keeping it contained inside his head. And qui-gon still can’t handle that gracefully AT ALL he snaps right back fdjskfhas. (I guess he also snitches on qui-gon to the council but well, you know, qui-gon was breaking republic law pretty brazenly at that point I think that moves beyond teenage angst and into ‘...master that’s a wholeass felony’ territory). Obi-Wan does go for a couple of low blows, but like. Nothing that’s not actually true, is the thing. And mostly he blames himself for not being good enough, because surely if he were qui gon wouldn’t treat him like this. Augh. hngh. Pain. suffering.
- I am not one of the people who think everything would have automatically been just hunky-dory if only qui-gon lived and could have been anakin's master (in fact I would have given it a 50/50 chance of going exponentially worse way faster; being more similar as people is not always a guarantee that a relationship will go smoother and qui-gon is an incredibly difficult man to be close to for any length of time), but the way this book basically presents how the dynamic between dooku, rael and qui-gon could have gone on in the next generation too... it would have been incredibly unfair to obi-wan (as always I think that's just an universal constant lmao) but I think the odds of it turning out okay would have been better if you had him in the mix to run crisis control for both qui-gon and anakin, as he does for each of them individually as best he can anyway. at least he could have been free to be anakin's brother and friend purely in that scenario, without all the added mess of grief and having to take on a parental role there so young. he does basically fill that role in ahsoka's apprenticeship, after all.
- qui-gon finally hugging rael before he leaves the planet (and especially since when they were younger he wanted to, but held himself back from it)... that's still his big brother even with all the shit that's happened since ;_____; when someone teaches you how to swim (literally and symbolically) that shit stays with you I suppose
Relatedly: DOOKU getting hugged, and gladly. What the fuck. Are you all seeing this shit. I’m gonna cry or laugh I’m not sure which one why am I emotionally invested in the galaxy's most problematic grandpa now this sucks
#and that's the power of star wars baybey#star wars#master and apprentice#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jin#rael averross#count dooku#star wars meta
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Opinion: I'm an Anti-Specsser and Everyone Else Should Be Too
Why are you wearing glasses?
No, seriously. Why the fuck are you still wearing glasses?
The epidemic is over. I don't know anyone who worries about nearsightedness anymore. Do you hear anyone talking about it? Do you see nearsightedness germs flying around? No, because it's OVER.
Look, I don't know how to break it to you, but a thin piece of glass in front of your eyes isn't going to help protect you from macular degeneration. It's a false sense of security, an illusion; like if you just keep looking through them you can pretend that the world has crisp sharp edges. Well, guess what? The world is blurry. You don't know where empty space ends and your body begins. In fact, it doesn't. Your body is mostly empty space.
Everything happens for a reason, anyway; so if you get into an accident because you can't drive without your glasses? Tough cajones; take your punishment like God intended. It's your fault for having bad genes, which you got because of... original sin, or something. I don't know, I didn't actually read the Bible. I just believe vehemently in every word of it, except the words you use to disagree with me. Because that's wrong.
I don't think I'm doing anything wrong by yelling at glasses-wearers on the street. It just fills me with such visceral, incandescent rage when I see a pair of pince-nez balancing on someone's nose. It's like they're sending a direct fuck-you to people like me, who choose not to wear glasses. So of course I have to yell at them; it's just simple self-preservation - if I don't, pretty soon everyone will be wearing glasses, and ganging up on those of us that don't, because we're "jeopardizing public safety" or "a danger to the common good." I don't need to listen to that.
When you declare you're on the opposite side from me with that flag you wear right on your face, you shouldn't be surprised when I treat you like an enemy. "What sides?" you ask? "There's no 'sides' here; everyone is just choosing-" oh, shut up. You're so naive. Of course there are sides. There's sides to everything. What about a circle? you say. Inside and outside. There. Now don't you feel stupid.
And those circles you wear on your face mark you as being on the inside. I don't like that. Nobody likes being left on the outside. So stop wearing them. That way I can find something else to be angry about, like freckles. I think I'll take on freckles next. If you have them, stop having them. You're being too different from me and I don't like it.
#swearing#satire#parody#covid allegory#anti-maskers#glasses#unreality#bastardized christianity#evangelical philosophy#public health#public safety#ocular health mention#eyes#aggressive language#current events#american politics#I literally could not make anti-masker sentiments sound more illogical if I tried#original
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¦¦ 12. Hate Sex ¦¦
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: knifeplay, rough sex, some fluff
Author’s note: Just another fucking self-indulgent dream isn’t it?
“Get THE FUCK out!” you scream. Frank had never seen you this pissed off before. Especially not with him.
“Hey, hey, I just wanna talk, okay?” he holds his hands up, still slowly making his way across the room towards you. The side of his head smarting from where you’d lobbed a mug at him when he’d first entered your apartment.
You snarl at him, hand reaching for the blade you keep strapped to your thigh. “Fucking GET OUT!”
He keeps advancing. Your fingers twitch.
“C’mon baby…”
“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me! After what you did?”
He stops where he is, palms still open. “I know, I know. S’why I’m here… to say I’m sorry.”
“It was mine. MINE, Frank.”
“Okay, yeah, maybe I overstepped…”
You fold your arms and stand leaning into your hip, waiting and watching to see if he could come up with a good enough apology for you. You wouldn’t hold your breath.
“Sure as hell know that now…” he mutters under his breath, “but I thought we were a team?”
You snort. “A team trusts each other, it was MY target, I had it under control.”
Frank huffs back. “Oh yeah? Is that right?”
You straightened, hackles rising back up ready for a fight. “Yeah it’s fuckin’ right! And if you interfere like that it just shows plain and simple you don’t trust me!”
He looks away and laughs. “You’re right, I don’t trust you. if you’dve waited one more second he would have been in the fucking wind, girl. It’s just as well I took the shot.”
“That’s a real good apology… coming over here to tell me how I'm doing it wrong, huh?”
Frank shook his head. God, you were so infuriating. “Well somebody’s gotta show ya how it’s done.”
You stepped towards him, your body buzzing, incandescent with rage. “And that’s gonna be you, is it Castle?”
He makes a show of looking around.
“Don’t see anyone else capable in the room…”
“Oh you’re a fucking piece of work!” you growl, your chest heaving as the anger turns to adrenaline.
He moves closer.
“Could say the same of you, sweetheart. Some of the shit you pull out there, christ, you need to loosen up.”
You lose it and lunge, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the wall, your knife pressed against his throat as you pin him there.
He chuckles despite his precarious position, but he had you right where he wanted you now. “Just proved my point, baby. You’re wound up far too tight.” The side of his mouth pulls up in a smirk. “You even gettin’ any?”
You bare your teeth as you push the edge of the blade just a hair’s width further against the skin of his neck, a sliver of a red line blooming.
“Shut. Up." you hiss.
Fuck, he might be right though. You’d been on edge for so long. So many fights ending with your hormones pumped up through the roof from the danger and excitement of it, no way to come down and let loose. Your own hand could only do so much.
You hated that he could read you so easily.
“Mm. That’s what I thought.” He presses his thigh forward between your legs and you can’t stop the small noise you let out when you feel it thick and hard against your core.
“Fuck you!” you spat, but you couldn’t move. You found yourself frozen, heart hammering fast and furious as Frank’s deep brown eyes roamed over you, like they were stripping you bare. The pressure of his leg was making you wet.
“I’d love to.” he says, voice dropping low as he pushes away your knife arm easily.
The blade clatters to the floor and your hands fly to his face, grabbing him as you smash your mouth against his. He grunts as you kiss with exactly the same violence as you fight, his hand cupping the back of your head and the other pulling you closer by the small of your back to grind against his leg. You pull and tug at his hair making him grunt hard and he turns you both around, slamming your back against the wall making you moan in return as he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth.
You claw at his shirt like an animal, pulling it up and over his disgustingly ripped abs and he helps you, taking it all the way off and reaching for your t-shirt to do the same.
His scruff scratches at your skin as he frantically makes his way south, kissing and licking every inch of you, his hands mapping out the curves of your body as he’s sucking the swell of your tits and working down to your pants. He wrenches them open after a quick glance up to check in and your nod tells him to keep going, ripping them off you along with your boots, chucking them across the floor and then homing in on where he’s been dreaming of being for the past few months.
When his mouth latches onto your pussy your legs turn to jelly. He holds you firm, hands at your ass digging in as he licks a slow, wet, stripe right up the middle of your core. You taste better than he could ever have imagined. He buries his face in you, breathing you in, determined in his mission to make you feel good.
“Frank.. Jesus-” you moan as his eyes flick up to meet yours and he works his tongue over you making you feel something you’ve not felt for years. He laps at your clit and you shiver, moaning again as he pulls you down on his face encouraging you to grind against it and take what you need. You didn't think it could get any better until you felt his hand sliding down between your thighs and his fingers teasing at your entrance. He looks up at you again and you're nodding, your mouth dropping open and your eyes closing as he slips two thick digits inside.
"Fuck…"
He’s moaning against your pussy as he fucks his fingers into you and swirls the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. He crooks them, rubbing against that spongy spot and you almost collapse as your orgasm comes crashing over you like a tornado knocking you for six.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asks gruffly, getting to his feet and lifting you up easily before you can second guess yourself. You point him in the rough direction as you wrap your legs around his thick waist and let him carry you in your lust-drunk post-orgasmic haze. He bursts through the door, throwing you down so he can strip off his pants, and you can’t contain the want in your expression seeing just how turned on he is from eating you out. He prowls onto the bed above you like a predatory beast caging you under him.
“You gonna show me how it's done, Castle?” you jibe, slapping him across the face. He grins and grabs you roughly, hauling you over him as he rolls underneath you.
“Nah. You’re runnin’ this show baby girl.”
Your gaze runs over his body once more before you take his cock in your hand. He groans and you decide a little teasing might be fun, shimmying down so you can lick your way up his thick throbbing vein and watch as he crumbles at your touch.
“Shiiit...” is all he can manage as you suck the head of him into your mouth, throwing his head back into the pillows as you swirl your tongue over his slit and taste him.
“You don’t trust me with a gun in my hand but with my mouth around your cock it’s all good, huh?”
He moans as your teeth very gently scrape against the velvety skin. “Only ‘cos that mouth was fucking made to suck my cock.” he throws back at you. “Fuck!”
You hum around him, stroking his sac and seeing how his muscles twitch as your hand moves faster. He gasps as you suddenly stop and climb back up to straddle him. “You think you’ve got the moves out there, Frank,” you grin as you rub your soaking pussy over him and notch the tip of his cock at your opening.
“Show me what I’ve been missing out on…”
He holds onto your hips and in one powerful thrust, buries his cock to the hilt. You both cry out at the sensation - you’re absolutely feral with the feeling of him filling you up, and Frank’s going insane at how soft and tight and wet you are around him. You move first, your nails digging into his broad pectorals and leaving little crescent welts as you rock your hips and start riding him. He feels so good but you’d never admit it, not yet anyway. He fucks like he fights, disarmed you so easily, and now he was taking you apart, stripping you down like you were one of his guns, methodical and precise but with a tenderness you'd never expected.
There's you thinking he's got this all in control but meanwhile, Frank is trying his best not to blow his load like a teenager. You’re a fucking goddess above him, the sight of you around him, riding him like a fucking rodeo bull with your beautiful tits bouncing and little desperate sounds he’s only ever heard in his imagination. Yeah, your temper might be all sparks but your body is a fucking blazing inferno in which he will happily burn to a crisp.
"Fuck, hit me again," he asks, and you throb internally at the grunt he makes when you slap him hard right across his face.
His fingers dig into your flesh and he starts pistoning his hips up knocking the breath and sense out of you.
“Oh! Oh god damn Frank that feels so good… t-this doesn’t change anything-" you gasp out, "I still fucking hate you!”
He grunts through gritted teeth as his thumb glides over your clit and you clench around his cock. “The feeling’s -ngh fuck- mutual.”
"I hate you so much…so. fucking. much… shit, shit, don't stop!" your moans increase in both pitch and volume as you begin to crest and he's just looking up, completely awestruck at you. Frank.exe has just crashed. He skims his hand up your body, squeezing your breast, grazing your nipple, sliding up to wrap his huge hand around the base of your neck. Your head falls back as he gives you the slightest pressure and you're screaming his name as you come, taking him right along with you, hard, fast and so fucking intensely you both think you might black out.
When you collapse on him his arms slip around embracing you automatically. The closeness feels strange, but then in the instant in which he nuzzles your cheek and kisses you softly there, it doesn't. In the post-orgasmic clarity your conflicting emotions gradually mellow into something that just might be tentatively described as 'right'.
Maybe you had overreacted… a bit. Maybe this was what you needed. Maybe this does change things… maybe you needed him?
"Can hear your mind workin'." He mumbles.
"Mmm." you reply.
"You forgiven me yet sweetheart?"
"Don't push your luck, Castle."
He rolls you over beside him, looking at you with a glint in his eye. "We fightin' again? 'Cos I'll need about ten minutes…"
You huff and start kicking him out the bed with your feet but he sees the smirk on your lips and knows you're playing.
"Get out!"
"You really want me to leave, after that?"
"No, I wanna shower before round two."
"Oh… glutton for punishment, huh?" he laughs and follows you to the bathroom just like a puppy dog.
#frank castle x reader#frank castle x female reader#frank castle smut#the punisher smut#the punisher x female reader#kinkwasthereaminuteago#frank castle x f!reader
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im posting thru it right now cause im fuckin mad. right as i begin to find a community on here of likeminded trans women everything goes to shit as we start getting systematically chased off here. whats your fucking damage. i feel like i have so much to say but i dont have the words for any of it cause im incandescent with rage. why commit so much energy to harassing - with the FULL FORCE OF A SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM - a group of random fucking women who post random fucking jokes and the occasional kink. are you really that threatened? does every single one of you FAANG dickriders have some sort of personal vendetta against trans women because one of them said something to you angrily once? whats your fucking damage! all you people do is act like youre the paragon of society, that somehow you’re objectively the smartest of us all and that you’re destined to singlehandedly lead us into a glorious new epoch because you know how to implement a javascript framework and a REST API and you cant even stand someone who takes estrogen once a night taking a few pictures of herself whats your FUCKING damage
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Scout: *high fives the Pyro* Yeah, we won! Wooo- Wait, why do I feel a chill going down my spine? *turns around and jumps in fright* Ah, Doc! I-I forgot-
Medic: *incandescent with rage, down to 0.55559 health* D-Du Wichser! You just left me to die!
Scout: *nervously backing away* Top 30 reasons why Scout is sorry! Number 5 will surprise you!
Medic: TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS! *brings out the UberSaw* NUMBER 1, YOU’RE FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!
#source: sonic fandub#scout's been hogging the health items again#TF2 Scout#TF2 Medic#TF2 Pyro#team fortress 2#incorrect quotes
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Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 8
Decided to start titling these with the episode but dear god now I have to go back and fix them and apparently I am not consistent with my tagging (shocker), so probably that won't happen. We'll just move forward.
Last week Sand pissed me off, Ray managed to get what he wanted while still kinda looking like a loser (and making Boston either a prophet or just someone who knows Ray way too fucking well), and Mew won the ep by being impressively unhinged in his revenge and making the supremely dumb (and messy) choice to date Ray. I enjoyed the visuals but also couldn't stop laughing because you know Book was bending his knees so he could do the forehead touching and neck nuzzling with Khaotung. It must have looked so awkward.
ANYwho, let's get to it, shall we?
Disclaimer because I'm gonna need it this time: these are my opinions only and do not necessarily reflect what the show is trying to do or the characters' actual motivations. While I try to take a step back as much as possible while doing these my biases and personal experiences are still going to come into play and today I'm more frustrated than usual.
You've been warned.
Characters (Fave to Least Fave atm)
Sand. Look, I was terrified about what he would be doing this episode last week. I worked myself into a whole lather about it. But he was awesome here. He set clear boundaries and stuck to them, he rebuffed Ray at every turn. He tried to move on with his Freddie Mercury soul twin. Or at least hook up which I would love for him, everyone else gets to at least kiss someone else why hasn't Sand, huh? WHY HAVEN'T YOU LET SAND KISS ANYONE BUT RAY, SHOW THIS IS WORKING MY NERVES PLEASE TAKE HIM OUT OF COLD STORAGE. *ahem*. Frankly he exceeded my expectations.
So I want to know what all the people dragging him for not doing enough fucking want. Do you want him to hit Ray over the head with his guitar (me too but we all know he hasn't been pushed that far yet)? Leave the country? Change schools? What?
He's trying. This whole episode was him trying to let Ray and whatever hopes he may have harbored about him go with as much dignity as he could - yes he was softer about it than I would have been, but Sand's just like that. He is taking responsibility for his own damn feelings the way he always does and he's trying to deal with them alone, away from Ray, without causing fuss. Ray's the one hounding the shit out of him right now. If it's about him running to help him with the cops, well, I sort of get it but not really - Sand would have done that for anyone he cares about, and he knows damn good and well if Ray's caught with coke after he just got into trouble for drinking and driving his dad might not even be able to get him out of it. He'd have done the same for Nick guys (not that he'd have to but my point stands). You can't just turn caring off because the person you care about sucks. And he could have stayed and babied him and he chose to leave and baby Nick instead, and to me that feels important.
Although it might be about the preview, which okay, fair. And if it is I can't throw stones because the preview for this ep had me incandescent with rage last week.
Beyond all that, though, I just want to know: has anyone ever taken care of this man? Because it feels like no. Every relationship in his life, form his mom to Ray to Nick, even to Yo in this ep, he winds up playing caretaker. The shoulder. The one people rely on. It bothers me that he seems to have no one to lean on in turn, and I doubt he's gonna get that at all in the run of this show.
Boston. I love Boston I will never stop. He didn't do a lot today but everything he did do was great. Pining over NIck but still shutting him down, genuinely listening to Atom, showing up to a party with all the friends who hate him right now and being like "yeah, my place too, suck it." Hands down my favorite conversation this ep was between him and Top - something about it felt so oddly playful. Well, you know, for Boston. It felt like whatever hang up he had with Top, it's gone now, which makes me think once again that it was less about him than Mew. Also he did this:
and it made me cackle.
He's gonna fuck Atom and piss Cheum off but Atom's a big boy so I'm not really that bothered by it. That said, it was funny to watch him hesitate for once. Like hm, this could go badly. And then Atom was like "so?" and that was that, lol. Oh, Boston.
Mew. Oh, Mew. I was so disappointed when I saw him doing lines with Ray. This is not the way I wanted you to spiral, babe. But I did call it. He wanted Ray to make him forget how he feels about Top, but Ray can't do that because Mew is about as into him as he is the wall. In fact he might be more into the wall, if possible. It was certainly a trip watching his face every time Ray got affectionate. And when Ray isn't working, what does he turn to next? Alcohol. Drugs. Anything to help him pretend he's moving on. "Habits (Stay High)" is Mew's song this episode.
But in the end it won't last, I firmly believe that. Mew will boomerang back to himself, maybe not as gullible as he calls it, maybe a little less uptight, but yeah. He's not going to keep wearing Ray's persona like his own little Halloween costume. He's got too good a foundation for that, has been too firmly rooted by the love of his parents and even his friends (yes, his friends, they might not be good for each other but all of them try to be good to him save perhaps Boston I said what I said).
Although we still have four eps so I doubt it'll happen soon.
Top. I just don't get the need to hate on this guy. It's getting super old. I think he's really trying - he clearly cares about Mew, and he's cared for a while, and he wants him to be happy even if it's not with him. Weird to me how when Ray said the same everyone bought into it, but when Top does it it's sus. Especially when Ray demonstrably couldn't even keep to that claim, lol.
But I digress. Maybe I'll have egg on my face in two episodes or whatever, but I feel for him. And I believe that he actually cares about Mew. You don't just stand there and take all the things that Top took from Mew this ep and then turn around and take care of someone when they're drunk and high and their new boyfriend is nowhere to be found to do the thing they promised they'd do better than anyone else. Maybe he'll do something beyond the pale in the next ep and that will be that, but right now he's putting his money where his mouth is in regards to Mew and I have to commend him for that. I am curious if he will continue doing so if Mew tells him to leave him be and means it - has he done that? Because as far as I can recall he has not, which is telling.
He was stand up this ep, but he does lose a few points for cuddling Mew while he was incapacitated. Because Mew would definitely not want that were he awake and sober (or well he would but he would still say no and that's the point).
Popular theory is that he called the cops. If he did, I basically say *shrug*
The Lesbians. Yes they are an entity leave me be. I am not one who thinks that Cheum was entirely wrong, although I do think that there's a time and place and maybe while someone is being pinned down by the cops isn't it. She is wrong that Ray is dragging Mew down with him. Ray isn't doing that, Mew is happily sliding all on his own. Well, not so happily but the choice is still his. Ray is enabling it, yes, but of course he is. One, it's Mew. Ray has no idea how to tell Mew no. Two, Ray does all these things himself. Of course he's gonna be okay with Mew doing them too, because not only does it reinforce his own shitty habits, it give him one less person telling him they're shitty. I agree with fandom that Cheum is not Ray's friend, not really. But Ray isn't hers either. Both of them care about Mew. The end.
April though was the real MVP of the two of them. Woman speaks sense, both about Mew and about the situation with Ray. I think probably because the only person she really cares about here is Cheum, so it's easier for her to step back and see the others from a more neutral place.
Nick. Still out here trying to earn the gold in the simp category of the messy Olympics. The brass balls he had to go up to Boston like he did, though. Like. Okay. I still think you're insane but I can respect that. HIs hurt face when Boston shut him down didn't get to me this ep, but his Halloween costume was cute.
Daddy Dan is gonna be a problem. I can't wait. Every time that man smiles I'm like danger, will robinson, and yet I'm so ready for Nick to walk right into that thinking that he's moving on and finding that he stepped into something he can't handle.
Ray. This happy motherfucker.
Where do I even start with this one. He has Mew just like he always wanted and he can't even give it fifteen minutes before he's bugging Sand. Like dude. Come on. Give the poor guy a break please. But of course Ray won't - all he's thinking is that he can have Mew for boyfriend and Sand to make him feel better about himself. It's...frustrating to watch.
But also he was so pathetic everywhere this ep that I don't think I've ever liked him more. He's such a loser, I'm sorry but not really. Like it cracks me up that Sand gets shit on for wanting him and Nick gets shit on for wanting Boston but I'm supposed to feel bad for this dude? Nah. At least Sand and Nick haven't stopped quite so low as to be the willing rebound for a dude that clearly doesn't want them yet (I mean, Nick so would. Sand...not so much. More on this later).
Relationships (Fave to Least Fave atm)
TopMew. I actually think these two might be able to make it work. They're the only couple I think this about now.
They love each other guys. Sorry but it's true. Maybe Mew won't be able to get over the Boston of it all, and if he can't he can't. But he wouldn't be spiraling this hard if he didn't still love Top - he certainly wouldn't have looked at him the way he did in the hostel kitchen with his defenses down, high and miserable and sick and hurting so badly and still in love despite his best efforts. And he wouldn't need to hurt him so damn badly, either. And Top loves him back.
Now all the masks are off. Whether or not they work together that way remains to be seen.
YoPlug. Look you leave Yo alone Jojo I am not kidding. I know you were being all clever and showing Sand his closed off future (which again, wouldn't be happening if people didn't hurt him, Ray), but I'm not having her crying on my screen. You stop that.
That said, as short as it was the breakdown of the relationship felt too real. Sometimes loneliness becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, but what are you supposed to do when every time you put your heart out it comes back a little less whole?
Nick and Sand. Can they please make out. So far Sand is the only one of these six dudes who hasn't so much as kissed anyone other than his OG pair (I'm counting the preview to slide Nick in here, sue me), and I for one am sick of it. You better pay me back for this insult with Sand getting his mouth (and hands) all over everyone soon. Starting with this guy.
Even if they don't kiss on the mouth (RUDE), I do love how they support each other. Sand led Nick out of that hostel like "yes you are crazy friend but we're all a little crazy in love, lean on me and I'll get you home." And I love that for them.
BostonNick. Boston catching feelings? Who would have thought (me, forever ago, lol. I said Nick might sneak in under the radar because Boston was so sure he couldn't possibly, and it looks like I might have been right). The fact that he knows that Nick was the one who told Mew about the sex tape because Nick was the only one he told. Good times. The way he shuts Nick down in spite of the fact that he clearly misses him. Also good times. I genuinely can't wait to see what they do next.
RayMew & RaySand. Putting them together because they're like pb&j for this show. Can't have one without the other rearing it's ugly head. Yes, I said that right.
Ray and Mew were exactly the dumpster fire most of us expected (I'd say all of us but I know there were some people out there who were hoping they wouldn't be - I see you and I appreciate you). Mew is wild out here not even being able to hide how little he enjoys Ray's boyfriendly attentions, and even I had to wince when Ray was waiting for him to say "I love you" back and he just kind a looked at him like "That's...nice." Dude couldn't even kiss him unless he was performing for Top (and okay look, in context the kiss was not great. Out of context? Book and Khao BL when please?).
People seem to think he and Mew are going to be over at some point next ep, but I'm not entirely sure (although after watching the preview again I do think it's more likely than I thought at first, seeing as Mew is flirting with some dude and I don't think he'd do that if he and Ray were still pretending they might actually be able to manage a relationship when only one of them wants one - I could be wrong but I don't think so, even though he does not care for Ray like that I think Mew would be uber sensitive about it considering). That said, if it's Mew who ends it it's gonna feel like we're just doing yet another lap of the same damn track and I wish they'd change the record already. What is it Sand said? Moving on in a circle? Yeah.
Khaotung did say that Ray is selfish and won't stop until he gets what he wants, and I guess we're seeing it this ep. I was so annoyed with him getting up in Sand's space all the time, like dude. You have a whole ass boyfriend (as Sand kept helpfully reminding him). STOP. But he won't stop. Because why should he, right. If he pokes enough Sand'll just give in and then he can have his cake and eat it.
Everything Ray did and said to Sand at that party was awful (although I did get a kick out of him literally running up to pull Sand and the other Freddie apart like the pitter patter of his shoes on the floor combined with just watching him bolt that few feet to prevent lips from touching KILLED me I had to pause the video to cackle with sheer delight this absolute fuckass of a man (surprisingly affectionate)).
He really needs to quit kissing people that don't want him to, please. Like, yesterday. Damn, Ray. Also say what you like, defend it how you want, but trust me Mew would not be happy with any of what he was pulling at the party. Mew IS DATING HIM because Top did something very like, and Ray's big draw was that he would never. And here he is proving Mew spectacularly wrong.
He doesn't want a threesome and he doesn't want polyamory. He wants to play at being Hugh Heffner.
And while I wouldn't buy it of Mew, I totally believe Ray would tell Sand that he and Mew were done to get him back where he wants him. Sand said I won't be your second choice and Ray heard but he didn't listen, he never listens, and I feel like if he's not careful he's gonna push that man into doing something incredibly destructive in the next four episodes. I actually want to be wrong here - I'd like it more if the huge trailer fight wasn't about Mew at all - but the show seems to really want to make glue out of the RayMewSand love triangle horse so I guess we'll have to wait and see.
If I had my druthers since I guess we're doing round three of this, it wouldn't be Ray lying or going back to old reliable when Mew finally admits that he's just not that into him, but a genuine attempt to try to be together with admitted feelings on both sides. And then it would be Sand who does something to fuck it up. If I have to go through this yet again I want Ray to be all in and shattered for once. But let's be real here, this show never gives me what I want (Am I still bitter Top and Sand weren't exes? You bet your ass. I still think Top and Sand should hatefuck or there should be a flashback to a threesome with them and the ex okay it's just what should happen show why do you hate fun) so I'm not holding my breath.
In Conclusion
Things went both better and worse than I expected. Everyone here is a mess and I still have hope for that baseball bat.
Please for the love of all that is good in the world let Sand fuck.
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You bring me closer to God - Ch1
AN: Righto, I’m here to pop my Buckquín cherry (thanks @sidepartskinnyjeans and @buckyismybicycle for enabling)
Big thanks also to @buckyismyconstant and @sparkagrace for the song recommendations - NIN and Placebo hit just right.
Beta’d by @hannahshattuck
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me
HSB Prompt is Long day at work - thank you @buckybarnesevents
Master list| Hot Bucky Summer Master list
Summary: Bucky’s pissed off, his blood boiling, but all he can think about is taking out his frustrations on a certain, newly-minted Falcon.
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres
Word Count: 1.7k
CW: Mean Dom Top Bucky, Enthusiastic Sub Bottom Joaquín, Pre-established ‘Situationship’, Male Masturbation, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Degradation, Sub Space, Non-Verbal Joaquín, Flash backs
Bucky was pissed.
Angry.
Incandescent with rage.
It was bad enough that he had to deal with what seemed to be an never ending stream of war-lords, manic super-scientists with robots, or mal-adjusted mutants, but add to that the fact that Joaquín seemed determined to throw himself into harm's way, Every. Single. Time. had him practically frothing at the mouth.
It had been an annoyance when they first met, when he’d found out how the baby-faced Lieutenant had tried to single handedly stop the Flag Smashers, but since they’d started, whatever this was, Bucky was finding it harder and harder to reign in his violent tendencies.
Luckily, for all concerned, Sam didn’t say anything out loud about Bucky’s mood shifts, although he had smirked, earning him a ‘murder glare’, before Bucky stalked away.
But today? Today the little idiot had jumped in front of Bucky, to protect him from some unknown projectile. Sure, Quín wasn’t completely helpless - he had his suit and his wings - but that wasn’t the point. Bucky was eminently more indestructible, and the kid shouldn’t be risking himself like that, especially not for him.
Once the battle was won, and SWORD were making their way in to carry out clean up - of weapons, rubble and unidentified goo - Bucky had ignored his partner and his, well, sort-of other type of partner - lover, fuck buddy, whatever - and stomped off to his part of the jet, the place he sat when he didn’t want to talk to the others. Sam and Quín had tiptoed around him, and Bucky had pretended not to see the pointed looks his two winged colleagues gave each other as he cleaned and resharpened each knife in his current arsenal.
The newly minted Falcon had only tried once to speak to him, but hadn’t even gotten a word out, his mouth gaping like a fish when Bucky had just growled at him.
“Not now!”
He’d almost felt bad when Quín's expression had fallen, like some kind of kicked puppy, but only almost. He was still too mad.
It had been a tense two hour flight back to up-state New York, and the new Avengers compound. It was late when they got there, and Bucky knew there was no point going home to Brooklyn, because he’d just have to be right back here first thing in the morning for the debrief.
As he’d exited the high-tech stealth plane, Sam had risked bodily injury to snag his arm.
“Don’t be too hard on him, please. Think about what his actions really mean.”
Bucky had just grunted and shaken off Sam’s arm, before walking away at high speed, to his quarters. He needed to relax, but his blood was up and he knew only one thing was gonna take the edge off.
His thumbprint let him through the door with ease, and he kicked it shut before crouching to unlace his combat boots. Those were thrown unceremoniously in a corner and then he began to divest himself of his tac vest and other clothes with as much speed as he could manage without damaging the clothes. He was moving as he dropped the various types of black fabric to the floor. Each knife was pulled from its holster and flung at the well scarred coffee table, every single one landing with a reverberating thunk into the wood.
By the time Bucky moved into the bedroom, which only had the barest minimum of personal touches, he was naked and only carrying his phone. He opened his music app and cast a playlist to the smart speaker, placing the phone on the dresser
As he walked to the bathroom, the music started to play. The beat thudded through his body and the lyrics spoke to his state of mind.
He started the shower, stepping under the water before it had even fully warmed, needing to wash, not only the sweat and the grime from day away, but also the anger and frustration too.
Goddamn it. Why did Joaquín have to risk himself like that? Fucking selfish, is what it was. Sam would have been devastated if his protege had been seriously injured, or worse. And him? Well he obviously did like the young man, that much was clear by the number of times he’d been balls deep inside him. He obviously didn’t want to see the young man hurt.
He smirked to himself.
Unless it was hurt in a specific, consensual way by him, of course. Quín did cry such pretty tears, after all.
Water cascaded over him, soothing, and Bucky let his hands travel down his torso and he remembered the last time he’d indulged himself in the soft warmth of Joaquin’s body.
It had been a standard, post mission fuck, the pair of them full of adrenaline and needing to get it out. It had been the younger man who’d started it that time. He’d left the hanger first, leaving Sam and Bucky to finish up. They were all going to get washed up and then meet in the conference room for the debrief. Sam had turned one way to head to his room and Bucky the other, when a closet door shot open and Bucky was dragged inside.
He’d feigned surprise, of course. He’d know that Joaquín was lying in wait for him, because of the erratic thumping of his heart and stuttered breathing that Bucky had heard from 10 feet away. It was cute though.
“You need something, baby boy? Something so urgent you couldn’t just wait and come knock on my door?”
But Quín had already started to go non-verbal, his need taking over and he’d just rubbed his body up against Bucky’s, nose to Bucky’s neck, inhaling the sweat of the mission, and letting out a pathetic whine. Luckily Bucky knew just what his boy needed.
“You wanna get caught, don’t you? Want everyone here, all of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, knowing just what a slut you are, huh?”
It had barely taken a touch to Joaquin’s shoulder to have him falling to his knees, pulling at Bucky’s belt and zipper in his frenzy to get to Bucky’s cock. Bucky had smiled to himself in the dim light of the storage closet, leaning his weight against the door, and watching his lover lose himself. That was until Quín finally wrapped his lips around him, taking him deeply, with sloppy strokes, and Bucky had had to close his eyes, at least momentarily, overwhelmed by just how fucking good Quín’s mouth felt.
He’d let his lover run the show for a few minutes, slobbering and gagging messily, letting out garbled moans and whimpers as he choked himself on Bucky’s dick, but then he’d pulled the young man off him, and reached into his back pocket for the small packet of lube he now always kept with him… for ‘emergencies’.
And Quín had known the drill. As Bucky lubed up his cock, the Baby Falcon had shucked the sinfully skin tight pants he’d worn under his flight suit. Bucky had lifted him, and he’d wrapped his legs around Bucky’s waist. The former assassin had spun them around, pressing the younger man’s back to the door. With desperation and a lack of finesse, Bucky had managed to get the remains of the lube out of the packet and onto his fingers, summarily spread it over Quín’s tight little hole and roughly pressed one in.
Joaquín hadn’t been able to hide his sudden intake of breath, but had had the forethought to muffle any further noises by biting down on Bucky’s leather jacket. Bucky’s prep had been fast and somewhat lacking, but at this point neither of them cared. They’d both needed to be fucking. Right then!
Bucky had lined himself up and sunk home and Quin’s pathetic whimpers had made his dick impossibly harder and spurred him on. The fuck might have been inelegant, and over faster than either would have liked, but it was what they had both needed.
Back under the spray of his Stark paid for shower, Bucky’s hand drifted down to his cock, fully awake after exploring those memories. He wrapped his right hand around it and started to jerk himself with quick, firm strokes. He could have gone slow, but just like that last time with Quín, he needed to get off. He needed to come, and hopefully exorcise the demons currently plaguing him.
He focused on the memories of Quín’s channel squeezing him tight, of the way the smaller man had shuddered in his arms each time Bucky brushed his prostate. The way those involuntary movements had been also accompanied by the most musical of whimpers and sighs, driving Bucky’s hips to snap up, harder and faster.
Fuck!
He loved the way Quín’s long dark eyelashes alway brushed over his cheekbones, and how his warm, tawny skin flushed pinker as the young man got more and more aroused. He’d get frantic as his orgasm got closer, moving his hips to meet each thrust, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes…
Bucky came with a shout, barely managing not to crack the tiles on the wall with his left hand as he leant against it. Panting, he watched his spend circle the drain, white and sluggish, before slowly sinking down it.
He’d achieved his goal, but it hadn’t worked as he’d hoped - His cock was still rock hard and his blood was still boiling in his veins. There was now only one possible way to assuage the feelings coursing through him.
He finished up the rest of his shower quickly. As he towelled himself dry, he knew that in theory he should take the time to properly clean his arm and give it a tune up, as well as giving his shoulder a break from wearing it, but that would have to wait until later. He needed two hands for what he had in mind, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Chapter 2
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀
𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗢 𝗨𝟭𝟴🔞⠀
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 931 ⠀
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡⠀
𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 , 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 , 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 , 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵 ⠀
It had been a year since you last saw Commander Wolffe, you had a few nice dates ,romantic dinners , trips to the high level gardens in Coruscant of course the romance and lust was there. Deep down you were more than happy when Boost set those dates up. You wanted more from Commander Wolffe and the last time you saw him it was nothing more than a quick fuck. You shared moments before then moments you thought meant something to him, because maker it meant something to you. Working as a medic within the GAR you have met many clones yes you may of dated a few , shared intimate moments with some but the time spent with Commander Wolffe was different or so you thought…
In the year you did not see him, you desperately longed for him. But time had passed and you thought it was time to get back into the dating game. Walking into 79’s you feel unstoppable recently you’ve been so busy at work on missions with the 501st you have yet to have the chance to wear your stunning new dress, silky long black tight fitting with a split running right up your leg , perfectly hugging your curves. Scanning your eyes over the sea of clones you spy something that felt like a lightening bolt hit you… a scantily clad Pantoran draped across Commander Wolffe , nestling into his neck tracing her fingers across his strong jawline. Your not sure whether it was boiling anger or hurt that you felt right now maybe both mixed with copious amounts of whiskey. You flat out refuse to let him see you in distress. So rather than let this slight mishap ruin your night out you make your way over to the bar to order another round. “Come here often beautiful?” You hear a husky voice behind you turning you see one of the Hawk from the 501st. A little laugh escapes your red pouty lips “Oh Hawk you are a funny one… you’ve not got your usual girls on your arms this evening” your brow raised slightly in curiosity. His devilish grin sparks a slight heat within you.
“Hmm I’d rather have you mesh’la… care to dance?” His hand held out gesturing an invitation. You gladly accept. From your Peripheral vision you catch Wolffes eyes locked dead on you his gaze burning over you as he watches Hawk run his hands down your body savouring every curve. His eyes almost black with incandescent rage. This is your moment keeping your eyes staring straight at him you sway your hips to the music, grinding against Hawk. Each movement you make knowing Wolffe is about to snap. You turn around slowly seductively caressing Hawks chest before placing a small kiss over his neck. “I’ll be back in a moment” you whisper in his ear.
Walking past the U shape booth Wolffe is sitting in you gently ghost your fingers over the table and part your mouth ever so slightly your gaze filled with pure lust and begin walking to the fresher. It doesn’t take long for Wolffe to follow locking the door behind you both. His broad domineering presence almost frightening you , towering over you he backs you into the sink of the fresher. “What the fuck was that all about?” Snarling in your face, one large calloused hands grabbing onto your waist the the other tracing the split running up your leg. Hissing back at him trying to break free from his grip “ what was what about? Sorry did you forget you had that Pantoran girl splayed all over you eh Wolffe?!” The lasciviousness swallowing both up.
He lets out a warning growl before his lips crash into yours. Not wanting to wait a second longer your tongues both exploring each others mouths your hands clawing into him pulling him closer , just wanting to feel anything as the friction in your core rises. Breaking from the kiss he spins you around so your facing the mirror your juicy ass pressed against his crotch as he leans further in. Wolffe grabs your chin with his thick thumb and index finger forcing you to look at him, his eyes dangerously glowing “how dare you think anyone else can look at you let alone fucking touch you” you can muster out a small moan “Wolffe..” gasping as his grip tightens around you.
“Do you need reminding who you belong to? Your all mine and only MINE”
Pushing your self further into him your eyes never leaving his “ so remind me then Commander”.
He pulls your dress upto your waist bends you over forcefully pushing his thick long throbbing member deep in your wet little pussy. A mix of curses , sweet moans, his hips slamming into your ass and the wet squelching of your pussy fill the room. His deep forceful movements jolt your body. “I love the way that pretty mouth moans” fucking you harder and faster your so close to reaching your climax.
The feeling of him stretching you is nearly unbearable. The desire for this man to make you his fuels you on, his thrusts only getting faster and deeper. Finally he removes his hard grip from your bruising hips. One hand tight around your neck the other pulling your hair taught. That neck he has been longing to sink his teeth into.
“Now are you going to cum for your commander?”
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