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barzysunflower · 2 days

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can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)

save a horse, ride a cowboy – mb

wc: 1.9k

cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys 🤠

note: I knoooooow I’m supposed to be working on other things but at least I’m writing again!!! hopefully more coming soon!!! love you guys & thanks for the support 🫶🏼 reblogs & comments appreciated

“Alright, cowboy. I’m ready. Let’s go.” After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. You’d been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.

You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. “Finally,” he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. “Good?”

“Fuck,” was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.

“Now I’m ready.” You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.

“We gotta go,” you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.

“I don’t care,” Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.

“We’re gonna miss the opening show,” you tried again, but there wasn’t much care behind your words either.

“I’d much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.” A little gasp escaped you at his words. “And you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear – a black tshirt just wouldn’t do – strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.

You didn’t kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Mat’s calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.

“This ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.” He slapped your skin again. “And then this skirt, god.”

Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. “I’m aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.”

One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? We’re starting to gain a reputation.”

His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. “Yes,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Good girl.” And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesn’t waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. “This pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?”

You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. “Oh god,” you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.

Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. “So fucking right.” He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.

You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. “That what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?” His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Mat’s lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.

“You are delicious,” he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.

But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this you’d give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.

Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.

“Maty. Maty.” You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. “So good.”

His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.

Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.

You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.

You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch – a tell he was also close. “Come on, cowboy. Come in me.”

Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.

You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. “Fuck! We’re really gonna be late now.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Mat’s hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. “Let’s clean up.”

He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. “Hurry,” you whined. “I wanna see the cowboys.”

He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. “You’ve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.”

As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldn’t. And that’s what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #nhl fics #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #smut #new york islanders #hockey smut #hockey fics

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angelltheninth · 2 days

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Valentino x reader, Im obsessed with his wings but imagine him being possessive and wrapping his wings around his girlfriend as she cockwarms him while he directs a video so others can hear her struggling to hold in her moans but can’t see them

This scratched some special itch in my brain.

Pairing: Valentino x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut. cockwarming, moaning, public sex, teasing, dirty talk, name-calling, possessiveness, biting

Word count: 0.4k

Ao3

A/N: I can't fix him, no one can, but a lot of people wanna ride him.

This was technically still work for you. It was work in public, on set but still work. It wasn't the first time you did anything with Valentino in front of others while at the Studio. But this time you were supposed to keep it quiet because he too was working still.

"If you can't handle five cocks at once then what the FUCK am I paying you for?!" Valentino barked out in frustration at the current star. His cock twitched inside you, which made you bite your cheek. You couldn't disrupt the production.

You were only there to ease his frustration, which only seemed to be building rather than going away. His palms ran impatiently over your legs, spreading them more but still keeping your body hidden from view with his wings.

"You ain't doing your job either. Unlike her you only have the one. You do such a good job on set, why can't you do the same for me now?" He bit your neck lightly, the prickling of his teeth making your pussy quiver and drip on his cock. "That's better. If only everyone could be a good slut like you."

"Thank you for your compliment, Val, sir." His praise was as heart fluttering as his insults.

His long fingers slid across your pussy, pressing against what little of his cock you couldn't fit in. Up to your clit where they stayed, teasing, rubbing and pinching, each motion making your hips jerk upwards and grind back down.

"Keep your voice down. Everyone here already knows what a good cockwhore you are for me, you don't need to vocalize it." You loved when you couldn't tell if he was insulting or parsing you, it didn't matter either, not when his cock was hitting you so deep, so perfect and just for you. "You're not listening again. Look around, you're gonna make everyone come if you don't quiet down." Your eyes fluttered around, catching the eyes of a few demons, some with erections, some rubbing their thighs together, some with wide drooling, grins, some with their hand moving in their pants. "I know you enjoy the spotlight but you're not the current star of this show. They are." Valentino turned your head back to the demon being fucked on set. Your eyes met briefly before you heard them come. "It's their job to take care of others. The only cock you need to pay attention to is mine."

"Yes, Val, I only... need you to make me feel good." You braced yourself against him as you felt him empty his cum up into your womb, your head spinning with orgasmic pleasure that you had to keep to yourself.

"Good girl." Valentino nuzzled against the side of your head. "What are you jerkoffs looking at? Back. To. Work." He clapped his hands against your thighs as everyone got back into place for another round of filming.

#hazbin hotel x reader #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #valentino imagine #hazbin hotel fanfiction #valentino fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #valentino smut #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x female reader #valentino x female reader #hazbin hotel #valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino #smut drabble #x female reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 6 hours

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somewhere in the back of your mind, you know this isn’t how it should be.

your living room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the tv in front of you, and the moon is glowing a pearlescent blue. flimsy strings of moonlight spill over your floorboards, reflecting off the windows, and whatever you’re doing isn’t what you should be doing. you shouldn’t be awake this late, shouldn’t be gorging on sweets before bed, shouldn’t be having a rendezvous with an enemy — shouldn’t be watching movies with your ex of ten years.

most of all, you shouldn’t be feeling nearly this content.

getō is seated right beside you, legs comfortably spread, popping a macaron into his mouth. chewing it slowly, savouring the flavour — or lack thereof, you suppose. he can’t taste much, anymore; one too many curses digested. or so he says.

this time, he brought pastries with him. expensive ones, you can tell, just from the package alone; a soft pastel pink box, wrapped up in velvet and silk, golden letter etched into the front. mont blancs, macarons, two slices of strawberry shortcake. suited to your tastes.

(you aren’t actually too fond of sweets, anymore, but how is he to know? he hasn’t seen you in years.)

”would you like me to make us some tea?”

when you turn your gaze towards him, getō’s wearing a smile. laid-back, the slightest upward curl, tilting his head in a manner you’re far too used to, eyes shining with something keen. somehow, it feels difficult to tear your gaze away from his own.

but you manage, turning forward, grasping control over your sleepy vocal cords. ”no, i’m good.”

a low hum. he’s still looking at you. ”coffee?”

”the sweets are more than enough.”

this time, a smile, one you can’t see but still somehow sense. a little bit amused. geto gazes at you with a knowing look, watches you glance at the box of pastries on your coffee table — studying you under the monochrome flicker of the tv-screen.

”understood,” he finally quips, leaning back into the leather couch, exhaling a little breath. ”eat as much as you’d like. i bought them for you, you know.”

you nod, nibbling at a macaron. not glancing his way.

being alone with him still feels a little awkward. a little tense, to be curled up on the same couch, watching the same movie, just like your old sleepovers in high school. there’s an elephant in the room that neither of you have addressed — not since he first showed up, just a couple weeks ago, waltzing up to your apartment with a plastic bag of dvds after a decade of estrangement. wearing heavy robes, and a familiar smile. asking to be let in.

and despite every single circumstance telling you not to, you did just that. you’ve yet to refuse.

(satoru would hate you, if he knew.)

so he’s there, right beside you, and you don’t talk about it. not his choice, not your work, not anything except the movie playing on the screen in front of you. this time, it’s one he’s seen before; beautiful, he called it, and for once you think it might be a romance — if the kiss between the main actors is anything to go by.

you wonder if that’s why he says it.

”say, do you hate me?”

…

it’s sudden, but not unexpected. he’s always been like this; breaking the illusion of peace before you can find any solace in it.

you bite back a groan, and shoot him a glance out of the corner of your eye — but he isn’t looking at you. only at the tv, at the two men, holding hands and standing on a bridge in the rain, watching the stars twinkle in the sky. and you sigh, turning your head to look at him fully, parting your lips. your voice comes out frustrated.

”do you really want to have this conversation now?”

”when else?” he chuckles, meeting your gaze with one brow raised. amber eyes gleaming with mirth, and something else, something less practiced. ”you don’t have to answer. i’m just curious.”

you gulp down the last of the macaron, licking your lips for any leftover crumbs — unaware of how his eyes follow the movement. ”are you?”

a hum buzzes in the back of his throat, a tiny rasp. you wonder if he’s tired. ”i hadn’t expected this, you know.” he taps at his knee with the pads of his fingers, rhythmic and controlled. ”i thought it was just wishful thinking… that you’d let me come this close.”

you feel his gaze on you. it’s heavy, heavy like lead, like a loaded gun. you feel it dissect you from afar, and can’t find it in you to reach for another pastry.

”… would you have preferred being kicked out?”

”not at all.” a little grin plays at his lips, something in his voice betraying the face he’s making. ”are you avoiding the question?”

another sigh. you’re painfully aware of how resigned it sounds, spilling out into the open air, already filling with a sense of dread; any leftover nostalgia bursting at the seams. you want to tell him so many things, but every thread inside your mind feels all tangled up.

and, as always, getō beats you to the punch.

”that’s fine, too.” a brief pause, a twitch of his pinkie. he closes his eyes, a flutter of his lashes, and inhales a breath. ”— because i’ll keep waiting.”

for a second, you consider not taking the bait.

… then you’re giving in. because that’s what you always do, whenever he’s involved. you watch him in the dark, pale skin enveloped by moonlight, raven hair spilling across the headrest. he looks beautiful, just resting his eyes.

”… for what?” you whisper, and his answer comes without a hitch to his breath.

”for you to love me again.”

…

getō tilts his head, opening his eyes, a golden brown dragging you into their depths. he looks expectant, selfishly awaiting a response, and you’re tired.

(unbeknownst to you, he resists the urge to intertwine his fingers with yours, to trace every ridge and dip of your knuckles with his thumb. to squeeze your palm like a promise, something concrete.)

when your mind has managed to untangle itself, something in your gaze turns sharp. frustrated, impatient, disappointed, looking at him with a raised brow. ”you really are stupid, aren’t you?”

as fast as it came, your gaze returns to the screen in front of you. monochrome, flickering, two beautiful men. one of them is holding a gun to the other’s temple, and the victim looks appeased. the movie’s almost over.

(how very like him, to find such violence beautiful.)

quietly, you swallow down the bile building up in the back of your throat. a decade of bitter flavours. clenching your teeth, nails digging into the couch beneath you, leather on your cold fingertips. it’s a little peeled.

you wonder why you even bother being honest, when he never quite seems to return the favour.

but the room is dimly lit, and the moon is big and bright, and your ex of ten years is sitting right next to you. in your apartment, on your couch, watching a movie on your tv. when he could, should be anywhere else. he’s with you, and he pulls the words out of your throat without trying. puppeteering your heartbeat.

”… as if i ever stopped.”

silence.

you hear a gunshot ring out. low, muffled, a crackle of static. one of the men falls down to the ground, and you can’t tell who's who. the actors are forgettable, but the soundtrack is pretty. it rings in your ears like a lullaby.

getō says your name.

it sounds the same as you remember. honeyed syllables, spilling from his parted lips, silky and sweet. he says your name like he’s asking to marry you, and you can hear the smile he’s struggling to repress.

”will you look at me?”

it’s less of a question, and more of a demand. you wonder why he even bothers asking — but you’ve never really understood the way his brain works. never understood why a burglar would bother asking the shopkeeper for permission before reaching for the register, when they’ll be leaving with the money either way.

and you’re paralyzed, stuck in place on the couch, gaze glued to the screen in front of you. but you aren’t watching, not really, just looking. and you don’t want to see what kind of face he’s making. so you whisper;

”.. no.”

”no?” he mimics, something like a coo on the tip of his tongue, lightly amused. as always, you can feel his gaze, travelling down your face like a trickle of honey. ”and why is that, my dear?”

you bite down on your lip.

a long, long moment passes, and neither of you say a word. he’s looking at you, and you’re looking down at your lap, at your clenched fists. a little meek. it’s quiet, the calm before the storm, and you know exactly what’s going to happen — because it’s already set in stone.

”because you’re going to kiss me,” you exhale, finally, resignation on your breath. ”and i’m going to let you.”

…

for a second, you wonder if his silence means he understands. if he can hear the desperate plea in your voice, if he can translate it correctly.

but his fingertips graze the lines of your jaw, his palm sneaks under your chin, and he keeps you in place. turning your head to meet his gaze, his amber eyes, dripping with something hungry; something pleading.

this time, he doesn’t ask for permission. he leans forward until there’s no space between you, tips your head back, and kisses you with bated breath — as softly as he can manage, which is still too intense for your liking. still brimming with desperation, something carnal, like he wants to pour his everything into the kiss but knows he shouldn’t. he tastes like tobacco.

and it’s over.

you know it is, because your senses are flooded with him, him, him. nothing but him, the strands of his raven hair ghosting your skin, his greedy tongue licking along your teeth, large palms resting on your spine and the back of your head. you’re pliant, surrendering yourself to his touch. he’s cradling you like he loves you, and you feel like you’ve done something awful, because you have.

because you’ve let him come so close, again, invited him inside — inside of your home, your ribcage. and he won’t bother making a home for himself there, because it’s already waiting for him, untouched, between your fourth and fifth ribs.

you never bothered to get rid of it.

(that’s your sin.)

getō hums, muffled by your lips. he sounds pleased. he sounds like he’s been waiting for this for decades, and you suppose that he has. he murmurs praise that you do nothing but swallow down.

everything feels too perfect, too normal, and it’s too much, too much, too much. your lips pressed together, your chests pressed together, your noses meeting in a tender touch. you choke down the noise that threatens to push past your lips, and he kisses you like a starved man. like he’s trying to drown in you.

he only pulls away once he realizes that you’re crying, and by then it’s too late. his widening eyes don’t matter, your cold hands don’t matter, the tremble of your erratic heartbeat has never mattered less. he looks at you with remorse, and it doesn’t matter.

(he’s yours, again, and you’re his.

you can’t stop crying.)

”… i’m sorry.”

in the background, you hear the sound of gentle whispers, an ending scene. the men are talking to each other, speaking softly, and your eyes burn with tears. geto catches one of them with his forefinger, and leans forward to plant a kiss against your nose. chaste, this time. still mumbling apologies.

it doesn’t matter, because a tiny sob still breaks past your throat — and you know the sound must hurt him.

you hate that. you hate that you always hurt him, hate that you care, hate that you feel nothing but guilt when he’s around. you hate the movie still playing to your left, hate that he doesn’t hate it, hate that he loves you. hate that you love him, that you probably always will.

you hate that you blink up at him with glassy eyes, swallow down a shaky breath, and kiss him again. hate that it’s still the only thing you know how to do well.

he doesn’t pull away, only biting back a noise of surprise — but he makes sure to kiss you gently, as if you’re made of porcelain, slow and tender, cradling you closer still. he wipes away your tears with his thumb, one after another, and you hate yourself because everything feels so deliriously right.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that what you’re playing is a losing game.

(he’s yours, and you’re his. it’s already set in stone.)

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vintagegeekculture · 1 day

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Marvel's 1992 Darkhold Redeemers

“Darkhold Redeemers” was a comic created in 1992 about a group of supernatural investigators in possession of the Darkhold, an evil book of dark sorcery that has evil pages scattered over the world. In Marvel lore, the Darkhold is the book that created the first vampires. The comic was created by 90s Marvel journeyman Chris Cooper (also known for creating Starfleet Academy, a comic about the adventures of Cadet Nog that tied in to the events of Deep Space 9).

The book is notable for three reasons.

The first is that the premise is shockingly and coincidentally similar to the later Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with occult investigations carried out by a group that is led by a beautiful, tight outfit wearing vampire killer from a lineage of vampire hunters (Victoria Montesi, the Montesi Formula being the way vampires are destroyed in Marvel Comics), and also includes a mouthy scrappy everyman, an occult expert and archeologist who’s knowledge of the supernatural and collection of books leads to the secret of beating the creature of the week, a tough as nails government agent out of his depth when fighting the supernatural, and finally, a tremendously powerful and immortal dark antihero who joins the side of good despite his dark past (Mordred the Mystic is both Willow and Angel together, I suppose).

The second detail is that it was the first Marvel Comic with an openly gay lead character. You might have heard it was Northstar, but this is not true. Chris Cooper is openly gay himself and always fought for inclusion of this nature. Victoria Montesi’s debut predates Northstar coming out of the closet (a comic, incidentally, that Chris Cooper wrote as associate editor on Alpha Flight, so he worked on both).

There are, likewise, many candidates for who the first gay character in Star Trek is, but one of the characters with the strongest claim to this title is Chris Cooper’s Yoshi Mishima in his Starfleet Academy series.

Chris Cooper eventually left Marvel Comics after the 90s. Nothing happened. Most people in a freelance job like comic editing and writing are not Chris Claremont, who are there for decades. Careers in the arts don’t last forever, and they have to come to an end sometime, where you go and get a real job.

But Chris Cooper came up again decades later in the news, was the subject of an incident in 2020 when birdwatching in Central Park (he’d been a member of a birdwatching society at Harvard), where he was threatened by a female jogger, who said she would call the police as he threatened her, when we can see he did no such thing. The incident was known as either “the Central Park Birdwatching Incident” or the “Central Park Karen.”

Looking at the footage now, it’s easy to see why it was national news and viral on the internet. Apart from the obvious racial angle, it is a chilling reminder of how a woman’s vulnerability can become a weapon, and how man’s strength can turn into a vulnerability.

All the while watching the incident, I was like "...the Darkhold Redeemers guy? No, it couldn't be...it's probably a coincidence, Chris Cooper is a very common name." But nope, it really was the Starfleet Academy guy from the 90s.

Chris Cooper received a birdwatching show on National Geographic, and inspired many black people to go into birdwatching, but I could care less about birdwatching. I would like to see what happened next with Darkhold Redeemers and Starfleet Academy, which ended at a cliffhanger with a lot of unresolved plot points.

#darkhold redeemers #90s marvel #starfleet academy

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weaveandwood · 2 days

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Midwinter in Waterdeep: Part Two

Gale/Tav | Angst & Pining | Read on AO3 | Read Part One | 1K words

Summary:

After the defeat of the Netherbrain, Gale Dekarios was a wizard of intentionally lesser renown, a respected professor at Blackstaff Academy, and engaged to the love of his life. His life was enchanted until he came home to an empty tower, and he has been seeing ghosts ever since.

He saw her ghost everywhere. She haunted him the first day when he got home from teaching. The house was too quiet, and as he set his bag down in the entryway, he saw the ring. He saw the note. I’m sorry. I can’t do this.

AN: There will be a Part 3 to conclude this and it will be out later this weekend. Thank you all so much for your support on what was supposed to be a one-shot that has taken over my brain completely.

He saw her ghost everywhere.

She haunted him the first day when he got home from teaching. The house was too quiet, and as he set his bag down in the entryway, he saw the ring. He saw the note. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. He knew her leaving was inevitable the more their conversations became stilted, the more they floated in each other's orbits, the more foreign her touch became. But the tower still smelled like her, still felt like her presence was just around the corner. Still felt like they could have had a chance to fix things. He heard her in his head all night long as he wept in his study.

It’s not real. She’s not here.

She haunted him on his walk back from visiting his mother two weeks later, the first time he left his house. He had tried to lay low after she left him, but her name followed him like a poltergeist from the mouths of those he passed on the street, whispering to their friends about who he was, who she was. Wondering how it ended.

It's not real. She’s not here.

She haunted him when he was in the market four months after she left. He didn’t want to be there. Everything reminded him of her - the cart they would visit once a tenday to buy her favorite sweet rolls, the jewelry store he visited in secret to get her silver ring that was still on the entry table gathering dust. He saw a flash of her hair color and froze. When time regained its ability to move forward he strained his neck, pushing through the crowd searching for her, unable to breathe. Could it be her? Where had she been all these weeks? Was she okay? Had she moved on with someone else who was less tied down by routine? Was she even still alive?

It wasn’t her, of course. He didn’t go to the market again after that. He still hasn’t.

It’s not real. She’s not here.

Seasons passed. Festivals, new apprentices, weekly dinners with colleagues - life fell into a rhythm that helped him move forward. He saw her ghost less and less. It had been almost 6 months since the last haunting. He had finally tucked the silver ring into a drawer two tendays ago, an attempt to bury the what ifs and if onlys and begin to exorcize her from his memory at last. Midwinter in Waterdeep was upon him, and he was eager to engage in festivities that evening with colleagues, now friends. A few cups of wine and he felt like the old Gale, showing off a little by using his well-honed magic to create fireworks to fill the room with light and color.

As the illusion sparked and fizzled out to the delight and applause of the other partygoers, a familiar wisp settled itself in the peripheries of his mind. She always loved his illusions, from their first night together with the aurora and the sparkling stars to the smaller ones he created for her everyday in the beginning. If he had kept trying to make her happy, would she have left? If he had noticed her pulling away as he settled into the routine of his life, could he have brought her closer instead of making her feel like her only option was to run?

He set his cup down, the wine steering him toward paths his brain wasn’t ready to go back down yet, preferring to stay focused on the revelry at hand. The snow flurries caught his eye through the large picture window in the front room. He had always loved the snow and moved to the window to watch it in contemplative silence.

He froze, his eyes widened, breath caught in his throat.

Her ghost. Haunting him even here, even now, after all this time. Her hair, her eyes, everything just as he remembered from the morning she left him, standing across the street looking into the window he was currently occupying. Looking at him. He saw the ghost’s eyes widen, saw her quickly turn to walk away, to escape discovery. He wanted to hesitate. He wanted to accept it was just another vision brought on by too many cups of wine, another falsehood of his imagination...but one tiny spark of hope pulled at his mind.

The ghost had never reacted to him like that before.

He didn’t remember moving. He didn’t remember running out of the door, the rest of the partygoers gasping as the usually reserved Gale Dekarios knocked over a chair and pushed people out of his way. He didn’t remember the bite of the cold air. He didn’t remember yelling “Stop!” as the ghost moved quickly away, trying to toy with him, as always. He didn’t remember running down the street to catch up to the ghost, preparing himself for it to disappear as usual. He didn’t remember the desperation on his face or in his voice as he reached for her.

He remembered grabbing on to the ghost’s hand, feeling it solid in his. His heart pounded.

“Wait. Please,” he said, panting. The ghost turned around, but it wasn’t a ghost at all.

She was real. She was here.

“Gale,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.

“You’re real. You’re here,” he whispered back, wrapping her in his arms, committing to memory how she felt as he held her tightly for the first time in over a year. It was only then he realized that her absence had permeated every facet of his being and he felt like he could finally breathe again. His lips crashed against hers, time standing still for the two of them as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

She took a step back, breaking their contact, looking down at the ground.

He knew. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“Tomorrow,” she nodded, a tear falling down her cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

He placed his hands on both sides of her face, brushing away her sadness before kissing her deeply one more time.

Real. Here.

“Then let me have tonight.”

#bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #bg3 fanfiction #gale fanfic #gale x tav #gale x f!tav #gale x auroria #my writing #gale of waterdeep #midwinter in waterdeep #baldur’s gate 3

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mirorouu · 4 months

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DRAWINGS FROM THE SPECIAL (while i try to get out of artblock) 🎉🎉

also style

#south park #sp kyle #sp clyde #sp cartman #sp tweek #sp stan #sp style #sp butters #clyde donovan #eric cartman #tweek tweak #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #butters stotch #yes i loved the special #but personally #i could do with less of randys balls #but i get it #he’s the star of the show now i suppose

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currentlyonstandbi · 3 months

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forever going to be bitter about the fact we didn't get more of anakin displaying absolutely insane levels of Force power in canon material

like i'm talking 'jean grey in x-men 2 holding back the floods after the dam burst' style displays of power

#reading tcw gambit stealth with anakin holding back the theta storm by himself and its like #oh thats right this dude is supposed to be crazy powerful lmao #but we hardly ever get to see it ... Mortis arc my beloved for at lwast giving me crumbs .#and that 1 scene in owk show where he pulls the ship down 😙👌 mwah #anyway . i think im gonna end up writing that scene from x-men as a star wars fic now lmaooo #star wars #anakin skywalker

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sidereon-spaceace · 4 months

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My homework for tonight: double-check the etymology of the name "Sibyl", cuz according to an initial search it used to refer to oracles

and I think it would be really funny to still inflict Visions And Omens on my Silly Big Weapon Guy. Literary predeterminate naming let's goooooooo

#ramblings #final fantasied 14th being like 'heres The Echo to provide narrative context and exposition and to also show your guy is Super Special'#me being like 'lil guy got that weird sickness others get when they travel through space too much now he Sees Things. inconvenient.'#i dont even have plans to use it to Further The Plot like 'aha we're supposed to go HERE instead-'#sid is just 'man come on im trying to take care of other shit right now-'#'dont have time for losing sleep to prophetic dreams or scaring the hoes by getting a waking vision i just wanna grill for stars' sake'#i need an oc tag #skysail

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wrdn-tabris · 8 months

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can u tell im only watching the ahsoka show for rebels content

#cara speaks #saw someone being like 'this is the first time it actually feels like ahsokas show rather than the rebels sequel'#my brother in christ. it was SUPPOSED to be the rebels sequel. they just plastered ahsokas name on it.#its a disservice to both rebels fans n ahsoka fans! tho obv u can get like. a good balance between both seeing as ahsoka was a big part of #rebels. but yeah. idk where im going with this #god star wars brain rot leave me now. before i call anakin my babygirl again #(he is)

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squirrelno2 · 1 year

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Found a kids novelisation of the Clone Wars movie in a used bookstore, complete with little picture inserts like all the good junior novelisations have

And uh

Fox? Clone Commander Fox? Is that really you???

Dude really went for a paint makeover when the armour changed I guess how did I not know about this before (how long will it take me to turn this innocuous detail into Backstory and Character Development)

#time to rewatch the movie i guess except not right now right now bc my mom is Not Into cartoons #sigh. mom join me in having Clone Emotions please #anyway the funniest part is im wearing a shirt with fox's usual design on it right now. me walking out to show my dad like #'this is supposed to be the Guy on my sweatshirt!'#star wars #clone wars #commander fox #was he called fox in the movie at all? or is this one of those Novelisation Things? hmm

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pepprs · 2 years

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my onboarding has been a complete and total fucking mess it’s so stressful i want to just explode. lol

#purrs #finally got on payroll but can’t submit my time sheet bc my last student / intern timesheet WHICH SHOULDNT EVEN BE THERE bc i was in my #transitional position!! is still in my timesheet center and i already filled out a docusign time sheet for that pay period so i shouldn’t ha #have to worry abt it but i can’t submit any timesheets until that blank one gets removed by someone in payroll but a lot of ppl are on #vacation so im like wtf lol. im now on the first day of my 4th week and still haven’t gotten the email to sign up for benefits which iwwas s #supposed to get in my 2nd or 3rd week and i literally need to make appointments and figure out what im paying for counseling. still haven’t #found a carpool bc that fucking asshole wants to charge me $100 for a months worth of rides which i think is overpriced personally and also #he creeps me out but i can’t search for another carpool bc there isn’t a group for staff / faculty to like ask questions and this guy was #supposed to be my connection to helping me find staff / faculty in Columbia but instead he just inserted himself and it’s like i kinda hate #you and don’t want to ride with you but i literaly don’t think i have a choice. and then ofc my supervisor decides to leave RIGHT NOW so its #like i have to go out and find a ‘cultural contact’ who can get me acclimated to staff life bc she was supposed to do it and now she’s #fucking off to ****** so i have to replace her while ALSO taking her place w a whole bunch of work stuff AND being on the search committee w #which is launching this week. and im just about to punch something. this process has been so turbulent and frustrating i just want to be #settled in and instead km hitting roadblocks every step of the way and ppl including my close colleagues are still tagging me in my student #email when they don’t have to and they KNOW i hate it and want to have my staff email show up as much as possible. lol. ughhhhhh #i keep telling myself it’s like stars. my student star has gone out but the light takes time to travel to earth and it’s gonna keep hitting #for a while and im gonna have to deal w that. but in a couple months time god willing it’ll feel better. meanwhile i have completely paused #my quest to earn my permit and find a place to live bc i just can’t handle it rn and also im isolating myself again lolllll. so things are n #not good and im scared my counselor is only gonna give me 30 minutes like last time and spend most of it talking… we’ll see. i have more #thoughts but if i don’t go now i will be late for work lol 😃✌️

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daincrediblegg · 2 years

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in an act of desperation for more star wars content I have regretfully decided to watch the sequel trilogy again (with the exemption of ROS for my own sanity)

#yes I will be filtering out the bad bits with my OWN edits in my head which frankly make more sense and disney should have hired me to do #and all the shit that s&p no doubt had a hand in fucking up royally to the detriment of storytelling #everyone is going to kill me for saying also that the only solid through-line is ben solo's whole shit- and rey's also up until ROS #for the record this really is my only option I have watched all of clone wars I have watched all of rebels (kanan x hera FTW)#I have literally nothing except perhaps to watch The Mandolorian and TBOBF again and I won't let it come to that until season 3 of Mando #is about to drop #also controversial but Rogue One is kinda meh. It walked so Kenobi could force-jump kick-flip through the air over it.#I respect it for that service but nothing more #also I was firmly in the 'rey is a kenobi or perhaps a jinn' camp back when TFA came out and I still am but also liked that TLJ made her #a nobody so I'm conflicted #WAS convinced the guy Poe was talking to on Jakuu was related to Rey and now with the new info in Kenobi I can become more convinced he was #obi wan's brother but hey... hindsight is a bitch of a thing ain't it JJ Abrams? you fucking CUCK #anyway enough speecy spicy hot star wars takes and on with the show #oh yeah and S&P totally made rose tico happen bc Poe was supposed to be the feature alongside finn in that entire storyline #bc s&p is homophobic (no shade to the actress tho she's cool it's just a raw deal). you can't change my mind I know I'm right

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pinkfey · 2 years

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okay i’m gonna talk owk criticism in the tags for a sec 😵‍💫

#i do think that they’re reusing plot devices that have worked well such as the grizzled old man + cute child dynamic #but to say there isn’t anything being said in the show? i do disagree with !!#getting insight into how obi wan lived in those years #how he struggled with such guilt and pain #and how his connection to leia formed #i value that a lot !!#plus just getting any sort of leia character development is such a breath of fresh air #it’s not that i personally enjoy the show because ‘wow look at these characters u love!! they sure are doing stuff !!!!’#it’s because i’m getting much desired insight !!#idk i think anyone who finds obi wan boring in the first place is going to think the show is boring so like 🙃 duh??#this was a lil pointless and ramble-y. i don’t mean to defend a fuckin starred wars show of all things ofc #and it does always deserve criticism !!#it’s just a different perspective from mine i suppose :-)#like no shit if you dislike obi wan you’re probably not going to like a show centered around obi wan’s grief #‘this show adds nothing to the characters’ to YOU !! not to me !!#i always love a dive into obi wan and anakin !! and if i’m being honest !!#i actually love leia a lot more now 🤷‍♀️ i feel like she lacked particularly loving writing in the originals #anyways.txt

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stcries · 1 year

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OKAY SO IT TURNS OUT THAT I DON’T ACTUALLY NEED TO BE HERE FOR THE ENTIRE DAY.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . AUTHOR OF THE STARS ❝ ooc. ❞#THANK GOD I WAS DREADING IT SO MUCH #turns out whilst we were supposed to do our final presentations this morning/afternoon #our teacher has been told he can't come to school because of doctor's orders but he still showed up to tell us everything #i handed in my assignment to him so now there's no point of me being here until like 4pm because of exhibition planning #SO UH YEAH-#turns out im gonna be more free today than what i thought

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unofficialadamtaurus · 2 years

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OKAY IM TRYING NOT TO GASP AND CRY AND VOMITING RN AND I

AKAUBSISIWORNXIEJJWPWHF

ill try to make a coherent ask, but WITH THIS STORY???? THIS CHAPTER??????? THE FIGHT????? no promises.

HONESTLY LOVE how blake didn’t go alone and her friends insisted on backing her up. the friendships youve built between team rwby and team jnr+o through this entire fic has been AMAZING, and unlike the show proper, their connection with Blake feels so real that when her friends are actually behind her through and through, it’s not surprising (in a REALLY good way if that makes sense LMAOOO).

AND HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD there’s SO MUCH tension and blake’s nerves and adam leading her through the tunnel and and and just YOU SET THE ATMOSPHERE SO PERFECTLY LIKE ITS FOR REAL PALPABLE. LIKE 😩 you’re gonna give me a panic attack I SWEAR. THE TENSION IS JUST it feels like a ton of dumbbells landed on fucking chest and I CANT BREATHEEEEEE. seriously you left me on the tip of an edge of mount fucking evrest with the wind going 50+ mph and I LOVED every fucking second.

THE FIGHT GOD THE FIGHT IS JUST I CANT ITS LIKE im fucking speechless.

> He flipped the switch.

YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH MY HEART JUMPED WHEN I READ THAAAATTTT.

> She raised her head and sought his eye. The warmth she'd seen earlier was gone like it had never been there at all. In its place was a fury so cold it sent chills down her spine.

AND FUCKING THE WHAT ADAM BRO YO GONNA FUCKING BEAT HER ASS dude is SO LOST IT LIKE. Adam my homie 😔

> In Argus, Blake had thought he'd been over the edge. Now, the chilling realization washed over her that he hadn't been. He'd been angry, he'd been desperate, but he'd still, on some twisted level, cared about her. She had been a target, yes, but he had at least seen her as a person. Someone whose trust and respect he wanted, even if he had to take it back by force.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

in all seriousness, god does your wording and phrasing just hurt my heart. not just for adam, who is so clearly lost and hurt and confused and angry but like. blake dude. the dialogue, the choreography, how she just holds back, hiw she takes the blows, how she just wants him to listen. fuck man. everything just sells how much it hurts her to fight her mentor, her friend, someone she once wholeheartedly believed in. and hes full on trying to kill her.

FUCK YOU JUST- FUCK this is amazing.

> She exhaled.

YOU FUCKED UP, BITCH

> "I was wrong," she said. "You're not a monster."

> "You're angry and confused and scared, and you need help."

>"You think I'm scared of you? No, Blake. I'm happy. Happy that you've finally given me an opportunity to put everything you've done to me behind me.”

I- GOD STOP HURTING ME. You’re hitting me right in the chest EACH fucking time they talk ughhhghghghgghghhhhh

> "Why are you always so obstinate?"

he may be at rock bottom trying to murder someone who’s trying to help him, but at least he got that vocabulary ;)

> "You've picked quite the hill to die on, my love."

> The caustic, mocking edge to his words had her hackles rising but she refused to take the bait. "I made a promise," she said thickly through the blood streaming from her nose, "never again."

CALL BACK HELL YEAH THIS BLAKE KEEPS HER PROMISES

> This time, their clash ended in a deadlock, Wilt grinding against Gambol Shroud's sheath. Sparks cast their faces in harsh light. Adam bore down even harder. If she took the supporting hand holding her pistol away from the sheath for even a second, Wilt would slice her from cheek to hip. Her aura was hanging on by threads.

> "Give. Up."

> She pushed back with everything she had, shoulders screaming, wrists on fire while she met him pound for pound and glare for glare.

> "I. Won't."

You left me speechless. No fucking words. No words.

> "Is this all you can do?"

> "You were supposed to be better than them, you were supposed to change things!"

MAJOR Obi-wan vs Anakin vibes. scratch that. those two WISH they were blake and adam.

> Oh.

I SEE THAT. DONT THINK I DONT. LINE SWITCH!!!!!!

DUDE that whole part about Blake’s eyes!!!!!! HOW IT FINALLY GOT TO ADAM

> Think, it had told him. Rest, it had begged.

MY HEART.

ADAM HAVING HIS SWORD TO HER THROAT AS HER HANDS BLEED ALMOST DYING IS EVERYTHING I NEED

> "If this isn't the answer," Adam's voice shook, "if this rage has no remedy…" His exposed blue eye was pained and confused and almost pleading when he asked, voice breaking,

> "What am I supposed to do?"

FUCKING

HEART

I AM NOT OKAY. ADAM IS NOT OKAY.

thank you for beating the shit out of blake by the way. i love it when characters get all bloody and messed up 😊 her fingers? almost gone.

making her team show up RIGHT as she was getting to adam???? FUCK YOUUUUUUU

ruby vs adam? hell yes. qrow vs adam? FUCK yes. Ruby qrow and Weiss vs adam???????????

FUCK

YEAH

and very nice environment interaction 👍

that ending tho. just. man. well done. no idea what Blake is planning nor what’ll happen to Adam but SHIT i am hyped to see

thank you thank you thank you for making amazing things 🙏🙏🥹 this is just. I don’t think I’ve ever read a fic that’s made me so invested and emotionally destroyed as this one. great fucking stuff.

I was hyped for your review and goddamn you did NOT disappoint. If you're gonna thank me for making amazing things, I'm gonna thank you for giving the play-by-play reactions to them, I fucking live for that shit.

Expect more callbacks in the next chapter, including one to the heaviest bit of foreshadowing in the story that literally no one commented on when it happened. I stated outright the resolution of the entire Blake and Adam subplot and no one said a word 😂

#anon #unofficial adam answers #hollow people #blake belladonna #adam taurus #happy tag #Literally every reaction you listed here is exactly what I wanted to invoke #I warned y'all that Blake's backup arriving was gonna be a loss not a triumph so I'm very pleased that landed how I wanted it to 😈#oh and thank you for calling out the environment interaction i really wanted to sell that they were using the space :)#and YES you also caught the (admittedly obvious) star wars homage!!#it's pretty much in honor of the new obi wan show and it just fit so well. blake referencing her parents and how adam was supposed to #bring change but he only brought destruction #this review might single handedly keep me motivated for weeks and i'm not even joking #seriously if more people just like. commented/reviewed with one line that they liked and their reaction to it i'd be fucking ecstatic #i mean i'm ecstatic now but you get what i mean #and constantly trying to strategize while simultaneously playing the meta game of blake trying to pull a spiraling adam back from the brink #long post

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