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thewordypeach · 11 months

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Cream

Cream (Milk)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!!!, smut! smut! smut!, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v = creampie, oral, titty sucking and titty fucking, (lactation kink), implied breeding kink, squirting, etc. summary: Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it - author's note: ummm … so this sequel had me questioning my life choices. like i do not know what possessed me to take it this far lol so you better blow it up like you did with ‘Milk’ 🤭 anyways, i hope you like it <3 xoxo the wordy peach

It begins with: “You’ll never guess what they’re playing at movie night,”

You look at Joel, a single eyebrow raised. Joel wolfishly grins, his brown eyes sparkling, “Austin Powers and the Spy Who Shagged Me,”

He watches as your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Joel can’t believe you don’t remember the conversation from last week, the one that had you confessing to him that you felt like one of those fembots from the aforementioned movie. He steps closer, head dipping to your ear, whispering: “Machine gun titties,”

That’s all it takes for you to remember. And it has your cheeks flushing pink. Sheepishly, you smile at him. But, of course, the cock block herself pipes up: “The spy who what?”

Ellie, you spunky little shithead. You love her to death. You never want her to grow up. But lately, she’s been ruining your alone time with Joel. You know she just wants to be a part of the family, and she is. It never even crossed your mind to think otherwise. She’s the daughter you never had. Sometimes you wish she’d just go and make friends that aren’t you or Joel.

You look at Joel, waiting for him to answer. But Joel is expectantly gazing at you. A playful smirk ghosts across his lips. He thinks it’s your duty to explain the birds, the bees, and everything between them to Ellie. Of course, she knows most of it. But she questions absolutely everything. Just yesterday, you had the unfortunate experience of explaining anal to her; Joel walked out of the house when she asked and didn’t return until later.

You poke a finger into Joel’s chest, hissing at him, “It’s your turn,”

His face goes slack before he gives you a sullen look. He pouts those luscious lips of his, “But darlin'….”

“Don't darlin' me, mister. You owe me for yesterday,”

Joel continues to pout but eventually relents. He turns to Ellie with a face void of any emotion: “It’s a classic movie from the 2000s,”

“Yeah, but what does shagged mean?” Ellie asks. Her eyes look between you and Joel, waiting for an answer. Joel grows uncomfortable. He’s never been one to talk about this kind of stuff.

“Yeah, Joel. What does shagged mean?” You ask.

“It- it… it means…” Joel stutters and stumbles over the words. His face is turning pink. He looks flustered as he searches for the right thing to say. You’re enjoying him floundering around. In one great, big breath, Joel spills out: “It’s a British slang term for intercourse,”

Ellie blinks at him several times as she repeats what Joel just said to her. She starts chuckling, “Shagged means sex?!” Ellie turns into a mess of laughter. She’s clutching her sides. It’s not that funny. But you like watching her have fun. It brings back the innocence and reminds you of childhood. You were young when the movie came out, and the world was ravaged by fungus a few years after. So you cherish this moment of hilarity. You rub your tummy and smile at how much fun you will have raising this new baby with Joel and Ellie -

You don’t make it to movie night because you’re busy with the nursery, and the thought of walking all the way to town hall makes you cringe. You don’t like going anywhere unless it is essential. You make Joel and Ellie do everything for you. There are still some things you do yourself.

You insist Joel and Ellie go. Ellie doesn’t fight it (she’s so excited to watch a piece of history), but Joel grumbles about it. He wants to stay and help. By helping, Joel means he wants to milk you. He can’t stop helping you, and it’s the only thing on his mind - Joel swears he even dreams about it now. However, there hasn’t been a single moment for him to help you. Tommy has Joel doing everything and anything, and between his brother and Ellie, Joel hasn’t had time for his new hobby.

So, after he drops Ellie off at the movie (making sure that she is settled and making sure that Tommy will bring her home after), Joel leaves and makes his way back to you. He wants to spend every free minute with you, but more importantly, this is the perfect opportunity to do what he’s been dreaming of without any interruptions. Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it -

You hear him before you see him, and then you feel him. His arms wrap around your body, and he presses his chest into your back. You sink into the warmth, eyes closing and throat humming. His hands briefly touch your stomach before they find their rightful place. Joel cups your tits, placing each of them into his hands, and marvels at the heaviness. So full of his special cream.

“They’ve gotten bigger, haven’t they?” Joel murmurs. His cock is already hard and straining inside his pants. Hell, on the walk home, the prospect of milking you had him almost cumming right then and there.

“They’re definitely heavier,” Joel adds as he squeezes them. He notices you aren’t wearing a bra, and with one simple motion, he has his shirt on the floor (the only one that fits you). You’re facing him now, chest and belly exposed. The sight of you has him losing it. Joel feels happy and excited, and everything in between that. Joel can’t believe that you're his, and he’s yours. Nor can he believe his eyes because your tits are definitely bigger, and your nipples are already dewy with that milky nectar he loves so much.

Joel groans, latches his mouth onto your right side, and starts suckling like a starved man. Your nipple is already stiff and responsive, and you feel the sensation of milk rushing through to meet your partner’s greedy tongue. His hand expertly kneads the pillowy flesh, expressing even more of the sweet cream that has him hard as a rock. Joel starts to breathe deeper and sucks harder, causing you to moan.

Your fingers comb through Joel’s hair, and you hold him there because the pleasure of having Joel drain your tits is undeniable; in fact, the more Joel sucks and licks your nipple, the more your arousal grows. You have to remind him, “Joel…. We have less than ninety minutes -”

He grunts in response and moves his mouth to the other side he’s been neglecting. The feeling is indescribable, and you relish it. The relief Joel is giving you is insurmountable. But it also has you growing impatient with him. Your core is aching for his cock, and your hands travel over his body. You feel his muscles, thick and robust, beneath the plaid shirt. You need him now.

“Joel,” Your hand drops to the bulge in his jeans, and you gently rub it with purpose. The friction makes Joel groan, finally lifting his head from your tits. His eyes are filled with a dazy lustiness that makes you fumble with your words. Still, it doesn’t matter because Joel is suddenly pressing his lips against yours and kissing you with an ardour that makes you forget everything you are about to say.

You taste the substance that has Joel acting ravenous. It reminds you of cereal milk because it’s so sweet. You part from his lips, whispering, “Can I taste you now?”

He doesn’t have time to answer because you’re already lowering yourself to your knees, planting them on the ground in front of Joel. With one hand, you pop open the buttons of his jeans and pull down the zipper. Roughly, you tug at the opening and watch as his thick, luscious cock springs free from its confines. At the sight of it, you lick your lips. Your fingers wrap around his length and slide over his stiffness. The movement makes Joel shiver, and when your lips finally touch his cock, a groan escapes from his throat.

Joel has been so concerned about making you feel good that he forgot to consider himself. Suddenly, you thrust him inside your mouth while twisting your hand down his cock. He quickly fills your mouth, and his hand grasps your hair in hopes of controlling you. However, he’s fine with letting you have your way right now. It’s been a while since you had the opportunity to please him; Joel loves how the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you’re so adept at sucking him off that his length doesn’t make you gag anymore -

Expertly, you glide your mouth from the hilt to the tip of Joel’s cock, coating it in your saliva. Joel’s eyes nearly roll into his head because it feels so fucking good. It’s the only thing he can tell you because he’s almost lost his mind from the bliss of your mouth sheathing his cock. You don’t stop until Joel gasps for air and asks you to stop.

“Babe, babe, babe,” His voice is husky, and he roughly pulls on your hair. You gasp and gaze up at him with a thick string of spit connecting your lips to his cock. Joel quivers at the sight and has to remember what he will say. You wait patiently. Obediently.

Breathlessly, he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you here? Or…”

Without skipping a beat, you reply, “Here,”

Joel doesn’t need to be told twice and is quick to shed his jeans before he starts to help you. You lean forward onto the palm of your hands and watch as Joel goes behind and begins to slide off the sweatpants you’re always wearing. Not that Joel minds. He knows it’s the only thing that fits you because you remind him every damn day. Once the sweatpants are off, he tosses them to the side and stares lovingly at your ass. It’s so round and perky and panty-less. He’s genuinely surprised, and it makes him smile.

He caresses your fleshy cheeks, asking, “Is this for me?”

Joel can’t see your face but can tell you are blushing. Sheepishly, you admit, “As soon as you left, I took them off - for easy access,”

“Oh, darlin’,” He swoons, “You’re so sweet to think of me,”

Joel pries your sweet cheeks apart and buries his face, his tongue immediately swirling around your puckered asshole. Mewls spill forth from your mouth, and you wiggle your hips, trying to splay them apart because your body needs more. Joel’s tongue slithers down, lapping the juice practically pouring out of your needy, swollen cunt. He licks and sucks with wild abandon, groaning at your deliciousness. He doesn’t stop until you are begging him, “Joel, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock, please. Oh god, fuck me, already!”

He removes his mouth from your exterior and replaces it with his cock. He rubs and rubs his bulbous crown between your molten wetness, gliding it back and forth until it’s coated with your slickness. When he thinks it’s enough, he pushes into your tight cunt. At first, your channel is resistant. But slowly, your velvety walls happily start devouring Joel’s cock until his entire length basks in the warmth.

You are gasping at the sensation of being stretched out. It’s almost too much in this position, and a small rock of Joel’s hips gives way to your first orgasm. Your vision swirls as a wave of ecstasy comes crashing through. Your fingers grip the carpet as your cunt swells and clenches his cock. Your back arches as you cry out, “Fuck, Joel,”

Immediately, he stops, thinking he has hurt you or the baby. Panic-stricken, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing,” You stutter out, attempting to catch your breath. Your lungs greedily suck in the air, saturated with the smell of sex. You tell him, “You made me cum,”

“Already?” He murmurs and devilishly thinks about the five times he made you cum last week. Joel rocks his hips again, and you whimper at the movement. At a glacial pace, Joel pulls out before sliding back in and burying his cock to the hilt. You’re gripping the carpet and moaning like crazy. He’s sure the neighbours can hear you, which drives Joel forward. He wants them to know how good he is at fucking you.

Joel grabs your hips, nails sinking into the fleshy bits, and plows in and out of your pussy. He’s pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in, ensuring you feel every inch of his girthy length. Your body is rocking beneath his, tits swaying like udders. You reach between your legs to touch your clit. It’s pulsating and yearning to be touched. You gingerly circle it, knowing a light touch is enough to send you over the edge. And you’re right because, within seconds, your second orgasm is rolling through.

You wail, “Joel, Joel, Joel,” but Joel doesn’t stop this time. He continues to youthfully spear your pussy and watches as your creamy juices coat his cock. Vigorously, you rub your clit because a third orgasm is imminent. Your back arches and your hips are high in the air, and Joel stops, pulling out completely, to watch as your pussy trembles with another orgasm. Your thighs are dripping with your juices, and his name still spills out of your mouth. Repeatedly.

His hand squeezes your hip, “Mmm, darlin’. That’s your third one - should we slow down? Don’t want to hurt -”

“Need more,” You interrupt him, “Need to cum more, Joel,”

Joel shakes his head, “Darlin’,'' He knows you aren’t thinking straight, driven to recklessness because of the pure ecstasy that has raptured your body. You turn over, laying on your back. You splay your legs apart, and your pussy glistens in the light. It’s so swollen, so puffy. Your hand is back, and your fingers are working your clit. But from this angle, it’s a little more challenging because of your protruding belly. And it’s making you frustrated. Especially because Joel is just watching, not helping.

“Joel,” You growl, “Fuck me,”

A single eyebrow of his shoots up, and you begrudgingly mutter, “Please,”

Much to your surprise, Joel moves. However, instead, he hovers above your chest and settles his cock in the valley of your tits. His hands squeeze them, and the milk for his unborn child sprays out, sprinkling across your chest and hitting his cock. At first, Joel goes slow, his cock passing between your tits. It’s a different kind of friction and holy hell… it feels good. His cock, slippery with your juices and milk, has him gliding through your breasts with ease. He grips harder and fucks your tits faster, rocking his hips back and forth.

As he slips in and out, he milks your bountiful breasts in the process. He does it until you are soaked. He’s breathing hard, and his balls are tightening. He’s close, so fucking close. But he doesn’t want to finish like this because he knows you want more orgasms, and who is he to deny his pregnant partner? You have been carrying his baby for months, and it hasn’t been easy. And Joel knows that once the baby is born, you won’t be able to have sex for weeks. Not until you’re healed. So, why not let you live a little?

He pulls his cock out of your cleavage and moves his face to yours, kissing you passionately. His tongue swirls and mingles with yours before he shifts down. Joel latches his mouth around your nipple and practically inhales a gulp of cream into his mouth. He doesn’t swallow and comes back up, kissing you again. Messily, Joel washes your mouth with your milk. It’s sweet and warm, and it’s fucking kinky as hell. It has you moaning into Joel’s mouth. He moans back, letting you know he loves every moment of it too.

As he continues to kiss you, Joel reaches down and takes his cock, sliding it over your puffy and sensitive lips before pressing it into your velvet channel. Your body welcomes him, and your mouth drops, gasping as you effortlessly fit his entire length . Once more, Joel explores your warm depths with a vigorous youthfulness. His flesh is clapping yours over and over until you are yelling his name over and over. Your hands are gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin.

“Mmm, Joel, mmm, Joel, gonna cum, Joel, mmm - fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your eyes roll back, and an unwavering fourth climax raptures your body. A euphoric release rolls across your body, and you undulate beneath Joel. He watches as your belly quivers, and he feels your cunt trying to expel him, and when he does finally pull out, a massive bolt of liquid escapes - he realizes you’re squirting. Something he’s only heard rumours about. He’s astonished by the amount of liquid that is coming out and by how long your orgasm is lasting.

Meanwhile, you are gasping for air, lungs greedily gulping it down. You have no idea what happened; all you know is it’s a big wet mess down there. You’re gazing at Joel, cock-drunk. Orgasm-drunk. Your brain is buzzing with satisfaction. Your fixation on cumming has been satiated. However, your partner is still rock hard. He still needs to cum, and he’s more eager than ever before. He shoves his cock back in, and the molten wetness has his cock quivering as his climax punches through, pushing him over the edge.

He doesn't warn you. He doesn’t have to - the damage is done. You’re reaping what he sowed. Joel shoots his seed as far into you as possible with a single thrust. His hands touch your belly, caressing the soft skin, and he pushes his cock even deeper, where he empties the rest of his balls. When he pulls out, his cum mixed with yours oozes out from your crease and pools onto the carpet beneath you.

You dare to smile up at him, murmuring: “Thank you, Daddy,”

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laufire · 4 months

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I watched under the red hood recently so maybe 🔥 + Jason in it?

nice 😃

first of all, in order to discuse this, I need to establish the Really Big Changes between that movie and comics canon because... yeah, they're huge lol.

in the comics, Bruce and Jason's relationship had been fracturing in his last days as robin, because Bruce suspect Jason of pushing a rapist with diplomatic immunity from a balcony (the comic leaves this ambiguous. I prefer it this way). with terrible timing, Jason finds out that the mother that raised him wasn't his biological mother, so he sets out on a search for new family. after a whole international quest, he finds her... and she gives him up to the Joker in order to cover her *check's notes* embezzling crimes. the rest is history.

Jason is not brought back by the Lazarus Pit (and Ra's certainly wanted nothing to do with him lol). he awakes one day on his coffin because of comic-typical nonsense (alternate version of superman punched the world?? and it "set things right" because Jason was never "meant" to die). he digs his way out, gets hit by a car, gets taken to a hospital, stays in a comma, awakens but ~catatonic, escapes and wanders the streets stealing and sharing food with the homeless... then a league ally finds him, Talia al Ghul is informed, and takes Jason under her wing. when he's not healing fast enough for Ra's tastes and he wants to take Jason a way to the farm, Talia throws him into the Pit without Ra's permision.

in their final confrontation, Bruce is far less calm and doesn't throw the batarang to Jason's hand: he throws it to his neck, with potential lethal force, to fully stop him. then the Joker blows things up. it's kind of implied that Jason dies, but maybe the same magic (there's a purple light thingy?) took effect, so he eventually returns to annoy Dick in New York and briefly turn into a tentacled monster. that's not relevant here though.

oh, and Black Mask didn't need to free the Joker. he was already chilling in some amusement park, as he does. while Batman did... eh. who knows.

there are other, less important changes. because comics are weird and quirky and inherently hard to adapt in a way general audiences will take seriously. a very funny one is that the assassin Jason kills when he and Bruce are fighting side by side calls himself Captain Nazi.

okay so. I have MIXED FEELINGS about the film, precisely because of these changes (well, minus the Captain Nazi one, but that is REALLY funny of Jason, imo). I like it a lot... but I'm also bummed it removes Talia's importance... and that it backs the post-death narrative pushed by DC that Jason died because he was "reckless"/eagerly violent as Robin... the changes pertaining Bruce... and most of all, Jason's resurrection (again, I get it's comics-weird. But I really like the digging-out-of-one's-grave's motif!! and it could've easily been left ambiguous - the characters in the comics have no idea of why Jason came back, so. it could remain a mystery!).

and as I said, re: Bruce. sometimes I'm annoyed because the changes seem designed to make Bruce seem less... objectionable lol. other times I'm curious because the changes because they suggest a very different person in some key ways that spark my imagination in fic-related ways. depends on the day!

but overall it's a good film and a more than competent adaptation, that REALLY showcases my perfect son who never did anything wrong in his life xD, that portrays him as competent (very important to me), and that hits just the right spot when it comes to all my Jason and Bruce-Jason FEELS. and teeny tiny robin!Jason was adorable.

(I'm very happy the fandom outgrew its phase of fancasting Jensen Ackles as Jason though. what a travesty).

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lucysarah-c · 1 year

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Hello!! I hope I’m not bothering but, can you do a headcanon of reader who comes from 2023 and she is a hugee Levi admirer but she doesn’t really show it because she believes that he would never feel the same fore her, cuz he doesn’t really believe her when she told Erwin, him, Hange + the other vets that she comes from our world and he just acts cold towards her. After some months I think she would tell Hange, who becomes her best friend that she admires Levi a lot and Hange accidentally tells Levi when he complains about not trusting reader. How would he react? I mean maybe he did complain but all the months reader has been there he noticed she’s not a bad influence, she really cares about people and she’s struggles at training.🫶

Hi!! ~~ You’re not bothering me at all, sorry for the wait. I’m sorry if this … is … like nothing you asked for haha SORRY, it’s just that this idea had too many ideas inside and I couldn’t find a way to mix all of them? And, at the same time, I made some arrangements to make it more believable, at least for me.

This is NOT a Levi x reader story. More like Levi adopting another child story lol there’s nothing romantic in it, almost “paternal” you may say. I felt it would be cuter if she was quite young, like a teen, so her clothes, attitude and social-media addiction were entertaining. Sorry, anyways, here it is the best I could come up with. Hope it’s not that bad!

Warnings: none. FLUFF

Word count: 3278.

Summary: Y/N was a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period. So technically Aot canon time is like “history” for her.

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An old-fashioned girl

How she arrived there was a mystery, even for herself. One morning she was on a school trip recording a tik tok dance with a classmate and the other she was in the middle of nowhere. ‘A forest?’ she thought ‘in the middle of Rose?’ Important to highlight that she didn’t refer to it as Wall Rose because… walls were a thing from history books, too many decades ago.

Sneakers sinked on the frost as it crunched under her weight. Her eyes searched for a sign of a crosspath, somewhere with stepped on grass that would guide her, a rubbish bin that would have some map on it. Her mind began to wonder if she had fallen asleep on the way there and her friends had played her a really bad joke.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” She shouted.

But nobody replied.

“Come on guys! This is not going to get you that many visits on youtube”

Grave silence. The fear started to creep in as her feet took one step after the other and she reached nowhere. Turning over her heels, hectic eyes searching to spot a difference in the repetitive background of leafless trees. Her lips parted, the air that came through her nose wasn’t enough anymore. Checking her phone again, something was definitely off. No signal, no internet, not even a single Wifi close by.

She had repeatedly called 911 hoping that the emergency line would work anyways, somehow. Nothing. She ran, ran for her life and, as if her senses sharpened on the necessity of fighting for her life, she began to spot how off the situation felt. ‘There’s not a single piece of rubbish on the ground’

At some point, she grew tired and soon hoped to have chosen the P.E uniform over the regular one because raising her skirt up against some dressing codes and only wearing mid leg’s socks wasn’t helping to fight the cold. Her own arms wrapped around her frame, trying to provide any warmth and a sense of security. Soon she realised how the school uniform was made for staying inside the building, with calefaction.

Because the white button up shirt with small red and green lines, the thin burgundy sweater that was slightly too big for her frame compared to the small tartan english green and maroon skirt that she raised up after leaving her house (so her mom wouldn’t complain that it didn’t reach her knees) wasn’t keeping her warm. She had had a burst of confidence that morning, her crush told her she looked cute and her friend and her recorded a Tiktok. She remembered all that… How did she get there?

“HELP!!” screaming from the top of her lungs, anyone, someone. Not trying to lose hope, she insisted on it even if her throat began to hurt. Refusing to take her water bottle out of her backpack, fearing that she may need to ration it. Suddenly, her mind tried to come up with all those ideas that people in movies didn’t have in a case of extreme conditions.

A sound pierced through the silence. It felt overwhelmingly loud and high, as if a plane’s gears were ringing right on top of her. It was like nothing she heard before, covering her ears with her hands and closing her eyes in slight pain. It was sudden and terrifying.

“Oi, what’s going on here?” The man landed on the floor as if it was nothing. He walked slowly towards her, putting away some sort of control under a jacket as he moved closer.

“Captain!” A younger voice called from the top of a tree. She raised to look up, an ash blond guy that landed on a tree as … ‘as if he is spiderman or something, what the hell’ “Do we keep going with morning practise?”

More people appeared, all of them with a sort of uniform that she described as ‘Those seem awfully uncomfortable… what’s wrong with these people, all dressed up as some sort of freak avengers.’

The short man just nodded to the others that were spectant of his orders before turning around to face the girl. “Civilians are not allowed on the training fields.” His voice was deep and demanding as he got closer. His steps forwards were confident, completely opposite to hers that slowly dragged her frame backwards.

“Sir, please. May you call my mom? My phone is not working and I don’t have any signal” Leaving aside any fear of how absurd the situation felt, she insisted on reaching for help.

The man stopped and frowned in confusion “You’re lost.” he affirmed but there were tints of unsureness on the declaration, as he tried to understand her.

“Yes! I was with my class on a trip to the national park here in Rose and I don’t really understand what happened. I tried calling the police-”

“The police?” He interrupted her “Here? In wall Rose?”

The brief silence as they both tried to understand each other.

“Yes! But I couldn’t find anyone from the national park until now-”

“National park” He was repeating her words as some broken record and she was starting to lose her patience.

“Sir, please. I just want to call my mom and tell her I’m alright. Could you lend me your phone?” Her voice levels kept rising as it also broke in desperation.

The repeat mentions of words that the man had never heard before started to make him doubt her sanity. His cold eyes that had been doing strict eye contact travelled down to her clothes and frowned deeply.

His lack of action made her break in tears, why was he taking so long? Was he going to help her or worse… hurt her? Panic finally unleashed as she started to hyperventilate and cry. That somehow made him snap.

“Calm down, kid” He reached forward and she quickly walked backwards “I’ll take you back to the building until whatever you’re high on washes off,”

She created more resistance than he expected, usually people recognised him or the scouts uniform. Either to respect the law or to search for help. She was not following any. She swore that there were no words to express how grateful she was for her phone, ipad and the rest of the electronics on her backpack. Because, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to explain without being considered mental unstable that she wasn’t from there.

Well, technically, she was from there. She had lived in Paradise all her life but not from 850 Paradise, definitely not. Or the walls as they called it, apparently Paradise was a term for the island that they hadn’t found out about just yet. The first week, they were all quite sceptical. Hange was extremely curious and made her feel not so alone. The squad leader insisted on spending as much time as possible with her, trying to understand the situation deeply.

Erwin asked plenty of questions, calm, relaxed. As he had all the time in the world to allow her to feel safe, she felt like a rat in a lab. Everybody had their eyes fixed on her and what she did. He seemed convinced of her innocence. The Commander didn’t set many rules, only two; first, that she didn’t leave the building for her own safety. Second, that she changed clothes because they could be a bit “distracting” apparently.

The comment felt offensive and she wished to talk back. Insist on her freedom to wear what she pleased without consequences, that it was her body and her choice. The rebellion of refusing to change lasted shortly as soon as she realised how easily the other teens blushed deeply looking at her bare legs. Adding to that, checking what the other female cadets wore once out of the uniform made her feel quite self conscious.

After a couple of weeks, even though she had shut down all the devices, the phone didn’t turn on anymore. The afternoons were long and boring. Most of them began to talk to her more freely. She played cards with the teens when they were done with their duties. Talked to Hange as they worked. Even asked Erwin for a spare notebook and pencil, if he had any, to write down a sort of diary. He agreed, even insisted that it may be a good idea. Only Levi refused to acknowledge her. Despite being the first one she encountered, he was the last to believe her.

The differences between her time and that one began to become more noticeable each passing day. Clothes were itchy and hard, soon she concluded that elastic was the best thing humans invented after the internet. “Mattress” was a bold word for those empty long pillows they slept in. Everything was humid, tasteless and dark. ‘Correction, deodorant may be the best invention after taking regular showers,’ She didn’t blame them, water seemed like a scarce resource and Captain Levi, who barely talked to her, seemed to have a passion to scold her.

Even if he was the only one who somehow maintained a level of modern society standard of hygiene, he found her actions abusive.

“You’re going to use all the water of the walls”

“You changed clothes yesterday, you think wood grows on the trees?”

On and on. It appeared that the mighty hero she read in her history books was a short annoying man.

Food tasted horrendous, and water didn’t seem that drinkable. The cadets invited her to train, just to spare some time. After all she was far from military training and Levi refused to give her any real weapon, including the 3dmg. How they were able to resist those harsh conditions with just some boiled potato in their stomach was a mystery to her.

‘I’m never going to romanticise old dresses and cottagecore again,’ They killed a chicken for dinner and she almost fainted when she saw it. Despite being tired of eating only boiled veggies, remembering the animal alive as she watched the chicken’s breast on her dish made her appetite disappear.

One day in particular, the cadets were taken to the industrial city with Hange. Erwin had left to deal with some particular details at the Capital and YN had finally found herself alone. Alone to face dinner time.

Grown tired of those itchy long skirts and uncomfortable not elastic white trousers; she decided that since no one was around, no one was there to judge her modern clothes. Back on the uniform, arm crossed as she squinted in determination.

“I do not fear you,” She murmured as if the inanimate object could understand her “I’m a woman of a free country, with high end education, the power of equal rights and the blessing of having lived until now in the same period of time of Rihanna and Taylor Swift. I’m stoppable”

Suddenly a strong breeze came in from the window and blew off the only shakable candle she had turned on. The place went pitch black.

“No, no, no!” She insisted as she tried to turn it back on. It was a regular problem in her life now, candles blow off stupidly easily. The habit of always searching for the light switches as she entered a room wasn’t abandoning her yet and it always left a feeling of disappointment.

The light came back again and she scoffed pridefully, as if she had discovered fire. The fire trembled under her breath and her eyes opened in fear it may turn off again.

“Omg, candles have the stability of my mental health,” She murmured and then chuckled to herself “That would have been such a tweet,”

Quickly she grew conscious of her monologue and became slightly ashamed. Back to business, she turned around to face her fears… the wood cookstove. Or so she guessed, there was wood around so it must have required that, right?

“I got a A in calculus 3, I can turn on a stove,”

She opened what seemed to be a place with ashes and threw a bunch of hard-wood logs all together, turned on a match and threw it inside. It turned on and she jumped of happiness. Moving quickly to chop some potatoes and carrots to cook a soap, she began to sing “A single mom who works two jobs. Who loves her kids and never stops. With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter!”

Moving back to the stove to check on it as she danced around. “I'm a surviv– …or?” Her mood dropped significantly as she realised the fire was off. Frowning in confusion, she tried again.. And again… and … again.

“Maybe I’m not truly hungry, I’m just anxious. '' She cried out loud between heavy and loud whinings. Messy tears ran down her cheeks as she was sitting down on the kitchen floor eating the raw carrots she had previously chopped. “Where is my ASMR playlist when I need it?”

“What the fuck are you doing down there?”

Levi’s deep quiet voice echoed in the stone room, making her snap her head up to her left. He wasn’t wearing the uniform, at least not completely. White trousers, the tall combat boots but combined with a black turtleneck sweater. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and he didn’t seem happy to see her.

“How long have you been here?” She questioned as she raised.

“All day,”

“I thought you left with the rest,” her voice was soft as she noticed his lack of interest in keeping a conversation going.

“No,”

“What have you been doing?”

“Work,”

YN stood there, wet face, crystal eyes as he moved around the kitchen. The jug he brought with him was back to being full with water. When he turned around, his eyes moved naturally to her clothes and then back to her face. She still had a half eaten raw carrot on her hand as her puppy eyes begged him for some compassion.

“What do you what?” Levi shot the question as he had no time to spare.

“I’m hungry,”

“I’m not your mother, nor your babysitter. Cook yourself something,” His ice-cold reply made her realise why she had been crying on the floor and the tears appeared again.

“I can’t, the stove doesn’t work,” She whined.

Somehow that made him concerned, taking long steps to the stove, grabbed a special type of gripper that was hanging on the side, raised some steel circled from the top and checked.

“Tch, of course it's not going to work if you put the damn wood on the ashtray,” The captain complained as if it was obvious. Pushing his sleeves up to expose his forearms and not get the clothes dirty, he grabbed the logs and took them off. “If you think I’m idiot enough to believe that you don’t know how to turn a damn stove on, you’re mistaken.”

She remained silent, her quietness made him snap back to see her.

“You don’t know how to turn a damn stove on? What are you? Some wealthy brat or something?”

She didn’t reply right away, it was becoming exhausting how after all this time he didn’t believe her narrative. “Where I come from, stoves are different,” her low voice made the words come out stuck together. But he understood.

“Yeah… where you come from.” He insisted on pure disdain.

It was borderline offensive in her humble opinion. The man she had read a lot in her history lessons, how dedicated he was to the cause, how altruist he was to help the little kids after the uprising. Nothing of that correlated to the man that was there. ‘Maybe this is why they tell you meeting your heroes it’s not a good idea,’

Under his scrutiny, he realised that despite his cadets and her being probably the same age, she appeared younger. ‘War turns children into adults quicker,’ he concluded, considering that whatever she said was real. True or not, Levi quick realise that whatever she was, she was a fucking brat. One that was crying in the kitchen because of hunger. He felt stupid for a second for giving a cold shoulder to a kid.

“I’m making myself a stew, if you want some say it now” He said and her face brightened up instantly.

“Yes, please!”

Her eyes followed his actions attentively, old stoves definitely had more than a single trick on them (compared to modern ones, obviously). Levi opened the air conduction, so it would escape, checked something called “stove control” and left it open, then the top damper needed to be opened too. He grabbed some twigs and deadfall, only added one hardwood log and turned all that on with a piece of paper from the ash door and then closed it.

The difference was rapidly noticeable, it lid and roared quickly. Once it began to look warmer, he added larger bits of kindling from the top and regulated the temperature with what appeared to be some side grating. She chopped more vegetables and the room was filled up with the cracking of the fire. Levi didn’t talk, just haste his pace around the room as he multitasked the preparation.

Milk was in some steel container, the pot was placed on top of the stove despite the fire not being in direct contact, the spices were hung from the roof to dry them up. ‘Life is easier when you just have to order a big mac on ubereats,’

“You’re quite the chef, Captain,” Her enthusiastic voice echoed in the empty room as she watched the meal boil with dreamy eyes. Quick side eyes from his part as he mixed the stew around with a wooden spoon.

“This is so aesthetic, we could have posted on instagram” She kept admiring how rustic the wood cookstove looked with the chopped wood to a side, the wooden spoon and the stone wall “Being happy is simple, what is hard is enjoying simple things. That would have been a great caption,”

They looked eyes, she smiled at him, he kept frowning.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Levi’s monotone voice, despite its natural uninteresting tone on it, sounded slightly confused as he was doing an effort to understand anything she said.

“It’s a place where you put pictures so others may see how your life is,”

“What's a picture?”

“It’s like a drawing but extremely realistic and done instantly,”

Levi’s thin eyebrows were still drawn together as it seemed almost like whichcraft what she was describing “Why would anyone care what your meals look like,”

“It’s fun! So everybody knows what you’re doing all the time,”

“That sounds like a fucking nightmare”

“You say that because you’ve not seen those in deep cleaning videos and vacuums’ reviews”

“What the fuck is a vacuum?”

“Oh dear…”

PD: did I have to search how a wood cookstove worked to do this story? Yes. Did I watch a youtube video of 45 minutes? Obviously. Do I deserve a kudos for that? absolutely haha

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dahgraz · 3 months

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“Nine People you want to know better” tag game

Yippee!! I got tagged by @njikeartist for this. ty ty

Last song: That Mio Honda - Step song that I just saw and heard because it was on a tumblr post of green screened Jerma running away from her on a TF2 map. I have not heard of that song before nor known its like... history(?) but it is catchy. Though the last song that I knew about and have actively searched up for the express purpose of listening would be You Don't Know Me from Fortnite. I think it's like a pavlovian response to repeatedly seeing the hot tiger man dance with that song's respective emote. (I can't believe he's the reason for me to finally start playing Fortnite)

Favorite color: Some form of sky blue. It's nice to look up and see something so vast and endless.

Last movie/TV show: Bad Cat, a 2016 Turkish animated film about a bad cat. I had a watch party just last week with a couple of my buds. It was enjoyable, but it is not something that I would have watched it on my own.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory. Give me something meaty.

Relationship status: Single (1)

Current obsession: Don't know if I can call it an obsession right now, but after I had watched Godzilla Minus One (a great film btw, if it's still showing where y'all're at, go gogo go see it), I had looked up reviews of lots of different Godzilla related figures. In fact, I had even pre-ordered one in the middle of December and it just arrived yesterday :D

Last book: Sorry, I don't really read books unless I have to... There was the manga of Ramen Wolf and Curry Tiger vol. 2. (Also, looking it up, apparently there is now a vol. 3 slated for release 2025 wow)

Looking forward to: Ramen Wolf and Curry Tiger vol. 3 lol. There's also the Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door remake coming out this year. Really looking forward to that.

The nine or so people I'll tag are: @majimjam @sukko-reblogs-funnies @babanasaur @megabyste @prionace @luzzytheray @nimthecryptid @frootsnak @dorihey and viewers like you 🫵 (if you can't see the emoji, it's the finger pointing at the screen one)

Do it if y'all want.

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#tag game

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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CPN : stock photo clues care of xiao laoshi 🔍

all of this is clowning and connecting things that may or may not be related. that’s just how cpns work. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if some things don’t make sense to you then it doesn’t. don’t take this too seriously. i’m trying to add as much clues and cpn as i can but it will be virtually impossible to catch every single thing that will be talked about.

i’ve already talked about the same/similar furniture here cause that was so rude of them. lol. the photo in question for WYB was from his oasis post last 4/16/2019 and was about BAPE’s F1 merch. There are two other photos from that post so you can see more of the sofa in question. GG’s looks like it doesn’t have the backrest, but it seems to be the type that’s removable. I think the term is modular furniture or something like that. the wall behind too ( GG’s ) is similar to WYB’s ( p2 ) 1- I know it’s not the most unique paint shade in the world but you know what i mean. Also GG’s is 2022 so that’s some years apart and the look of it may change. what’s sus about this is it’s not the first time we CPNd them in the same place.

this is a visual representation of how they took their respective photos from the alleged same sofa. 😂 please im cackling! turtles are too funny!

Now let’s look at the other photos one by one and see what we can find 👀

P1: Wonder what this is? It’s called roasted brain flower, apparently. As per baidu search it’s described as : A traditional snack in Sichuan and Chongqing. It is roasted with pig's brain mixed with sea pepper powder, pepper powder and other seasonings. Now where did we see this featured before? In TTXS and WYB samples it. TTXS does a lot of these things, trying everything from different regions so this is not as CPN as we think. Also one popular restaurant that serves this has WYB’s face in their store because of that TTXS episode. Coincidentally, XZ also has a signature memorabilia from the same store.

I won’t talk about the jianguo photo anymore cause it’s the big 🍭 here. and let’s appreciate how cute this princess is! her cheeks!

P2: Of course, he will use this type of effect so we don’t know exactly what it is. Good thing turtles are detectives lol. The first guess is that it’s the titanic lego set because there was a LRLG fake rumor before that seemed to talk about it. it was about purchasing something that is expensive and the word “ship” was mentioned. At the time, this titanic set was out.

I mean, the lights/shapes and all that seem the same. This would be okay if GG was known to play with lego but he’s not. We all know who is tho. Either this is a photo taken by GG when WYB built it and he decided to share it a stock photo. Or this from WYB and he ( GG ) edited it.

Another more logical guess is it’s a night cruise ship that goes around Chongqing and you can eat there too. It’s one of those things that I can’t tell if GG is doing this because he knows he can get away with it. Any sensible / casual fan would think it’s some cruise ship or whatever. Focus on jianguo and his selfie. It’s only us tbh that would think about the Lego.

P3: The freakin hand held fan of destiny lol. We’ve all seen the tape he had on it during the WDB wrap up. We thought that it was broken or it may be a marker, tho the more popular guess is it was damaged. Now he’s using something that is in good condition. CPN is, he got Yibo’s. because WYB was seen using a really small one lol. Or maybe WYB bought a new one for him. Who knows. This hand held fan truly is one legendary piece of turtle history 😂😂😂

P4: AHHHH THE SELFIE, where he is wearing airpods when he answered he prefers wired headphones. sure. Also yes we can see your apple watch. The watch all turtles are eyeing between the two of them. They are both endorsing watches GG ( zenith ) and WYB ( casio ) so why are you both showing that off? 😂😂😂

The peace sign is also a match to Bobo’s — which was something we CPNd ( sort of ). Yes it’s a common gesture when someone takes a photo but whatever.

but i think the more important question is where are the other photos?

-END.

sources: one two three four five six

#yizhan #bjyx #all of this is cpn #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do

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dmwrites · 1 year

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In the kind of strange hustle and bustle that was randomly getting dumped into a new world and being forced to live on it, there were the odd moments of peace. Times when the hermits, all busy or far-flung, found themselves working with their friends once more, and got to chatting. Whether it was campfire gatherings at night or gathering the same material together, it was just nice to talk to one another. Comfort in similar circumstances, perhaps.

Cleo ran into Pearl in the storage area of Hermittopia. Cleo had been swearing loudly about some redstone she couldn’t get right on the dripstone farm she was tasked with making, and when she turned the corner, it was to find, and hear, Pearl cursing the hermits. The both stopped at the sight of each other, then giggled.

“Good lord, Pearl, I know you’re, like, out in the empires wild learning all kinds of new words, but what did we ever do to you, miss sunflower princess?” Cleo asked, smirking, not unkindly.

“Oh please.” Pearl snorted. “I am no ruler like these people. I was cursing you hermits because this storage area is an abomination, frankly.”

Cleo giggled. “Fair, fair. It is a bit of a disaster, but it’s fine. Do you know if we have any more observers? This damn farm is going to be the death, or should I say, death two electric boogaloo, of me.”

Pearl reached into a chest and handed her a few. “You need some help? I’ve done some redstone in my time. I also know Impulse, which should count for something.”

Cleo nodded, and they flew up to the small outcropping on the hermittopia building that was marked with Cleo’s name. They got to work, Cleo laying out the redstone and Pearl tweaking it as they went.

“Alright, go on then.” Cleo said after a while of comfortable silence. “What’s the outfit change about?” Cleo nodded to Pearl’s frankly stunning green dress and crown of sunflowers.

“Dunno. Maybe the rift decided I needed fashion help. The trash lady aesthetic didn’t match the dnd vibes of empires or something. Lol.” Pearl joked, fidgeting with a bit of redstone dust.

Cleo chuckled, but she could tell that Pearl knew more then she was letting on. “It’s just interesting. I mean, I feel like you’ve adjusted a lot better then a lot of us. And the empires people, they look at you just so funny, don’t they?”

Pearl hesitated, then nodded. “They seem to, yes. It’s odd.”

Cleo gave Pearl a long, searching look. The silence between them was a silence not unfamiliar to either of them. Cleo and Pearl seemed to often end up on opposite sides of the battlefield, both scary, both scared, both powerful. For only knowing each other for a few years, their history ran deep. And Cleo knew Pearl was lying to her.

“It is odd, isn’t it.” Cleo said quietly. They both returned to their work, and only spoke when Pearl made her polite excuses and left.

#November 21 2022 #fic #hc x empires #pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #long post #the Cleo and pearl dynamic is my chew toy

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cassioppenny · 1 year

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so uh post apocalypse legends unova idea that takes place in the far future

after the events of bw1 hil went searching for n and one day gets sucked into a wormhole while riding reshiram or zekrom. probably decided through a question asking if the player thinks truth or ideals are more important when your creating your character or something.

anyway hil gets amnesia and forgets basically everything but their name and the only part of their previous life they still had was a light/dark stone in their bag.

they wake up to a little girl named m who seemed to be living in the forest hil crashlanded in by herself. hil decided to have her tag along with them because a) leaving a child alone in the post apocalypse is a horrible idea and b) something about her is weirdly familiar to hil

the two of them meet the laventon of the game basically ress. ress is a researcher who wishes the find the truths of the worlds secrets. she speaks very monotonely and robotically and is generally extremely blunt. after hil helps her capture the starters (squirtle, fennekin, treeko) she offers to hire them to help her with her pokedex project. because it's the post apocalypse it's extremely hard to get your hands on technology so you're back to paper pokedexes and handmade pokeballs.

she takes you to the underground city neobassa that was made from abandoned subway tunnels. it's the jubilife of the game and where hil and m live. in neobassa there's many people who can meet like chili's descendent who runs a restaurant, the city's mayor who's elesa's descendent, and also kid your age named gris who works part time at a store.

there's something oddly familiar about gris to hil but they can't put a figure on exactly why. hil tries to befriend gris but they're initially not very excited by your company. they eventually open up a bit to eachother eventually and become good friends. they are also the one who gives hil bounties to go on since their store has a request board. they're also m's baby sitter. their boss is hugh's descendent

south of neobassa is the scraper forest which is where castilia city was. all of the building have been overgrown now looking more like a forest than a city

the purple, red, and yellow areas i don't have a lot of ideas for but basically imagine those areas but fucking destroyed basically. i do have an idea for a scene where hil finds the remains of their old home. maybe they find a note from their mother or something that'd be pretty funny

in the north east in the kingdom of plasma where the people worship n as a god live. other than neobassa it's the only place they has people actually living in it. it's very medieval in design and the residents fully believe that the reincarnation of the hero king n will create a new world

most members of the church live in the kingdom of plasma but there are certain individuals who live in other parts of unova. these are the wardens of this game. im not sure what their title is but they basically serve the same purpose.

some of them that i can remember are:

viola descendant who's the warden of a unova gogoat. he mostly spends his free time painting the hauntingly empty streets and overgrown buildings of the scraper forest

clay descendant. i forgot what pokemon she's in charge of but she was a former bounty hunter who was forced into becoming a warden as punishment for attempting to assassinate the church's leader. she spends most of her time finding cool treasure from the ruins instead of actually doing her job

grimsley decedent who's in charge of an unovan sharpedo. forgot literally about everything else i made about them oops

a certain blue haired man named james who suddenly appeared with no memories of his past. he's in charge of an unovan pikachu evolution. aka the pikachu line i gave to neela i originally thought of the concept for this lol. his closest companion is a skitty

a man who seems to have some sort of history with ress. i forgot what pokemon he was in charge of but he's a reckless man who charges head first to whatever he decides to do and has an idealistic worldview. his name is col. james thinks he's annoying as hell

there's ten total but these are the ones i remember since i had this idea since like april and most of the lore is written in notebooks i lost and my brain. the leader of the church is a man commonly referred to as V. much about him is shrouded in mystery other than he was the one who fortold the prophecy of the reincarnation of n remaking the universe. he's seemingly interested in hil after learning they fell out of the sky one day however he keeps his identity a secret instead having his wardens try to convince hil to join them. also V has the opposite stone

so uh yeah!! uh autism be upon your something idk if anyone wants to ask any questions go ahead

#hilbert #hilda #ocs #idk what to call it im thinking legends kyurum but that might be done too often idk #pokemon legends genesect

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thranduel · 2 years

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i just don’t understand how people don’t see the obvious connection between will and el and the insane amounts of parallels between them and how they’re so similiar. it’s not “shocking” or “unrealistic” for mike to be in love with will. in fact, it’s so obvious that he has repressed feelings for will but is trying to force himself to be romantically attracted to el in order to avoid confronting those feelings. he literally sees will in el and the timing proves it because he meets her in the same place will went missing, and it’s like el was filling the empty gap that will left behind when he disappeared. also from the very beginning in season 1, el is literally described to look like a boy and several people actually thought she was will when they were searching for him

just to make it clear, i’m not saying will and el are the same or that they have experienced the exact same things because they haven’t. el has unique experiences that only she understands and so does will. they are their own people, but i’m just pointing out how the show has focused on many similarities between them especially in regards to their relationship with mike and you can see that in all the parallels

so anyone that says “mike can’t be in love with will because he’s so in love with el” just looks silly because it’s so painfully obvious that will and el are very similiar to mike, and mike’s actions and behaviour towards el also seem to be copied AFTER he acts like that with will. it’s also very important remember he knew will first and they actually have history and a connection that no one else has. it’s like he’s projecting that onto his relationship with el and pretending like that’s who in love with when it isn’t, and it’s so much more obvious in season 3 and 4 especially with how he seems more awkward around will and can’t say he loves el

anyways when will went missing, mike thought he was dead and then realised that he wasn’t, so he continued searching for him without giving up. he does something similiar in season 2 when he calls el after she disappears

when he lost will, he started to look through his drawings. when he lost el, he picked up the star wars ship she was playing with. obviously he loves and cares for both of them, but it’s clearly in different ways (he has repressed romantic feelings for will and platonic feelings for el that he’s forcing to be romantic when they aren’t), and it’s funny that the things he does for el are almost exactly like what he did with will first

so people who use those examples (“mike called el and didn’t give up on her which means he’s in love!”) as “romantic gestures” or “proof that mike loves el” need to remember he actually did them with will before he did them with el, so you’re basically admitting that those actions are romantic and he’s also in love with will LOL. he also wouldn’t have met el if he wasn’t searching for will and the only reason mike let her stay with them was so she could help them find him. you can literally hear mike say he was planning to send her away. he didn’t just welcome her into the party because “it was love at first sight”. mike is a caring person and he saw she needed help so he took her in and cared for her. but she was still a stranger to him and his main priority was finding his best friend. he only started to get more distracted and fascinated by el when he found out she has powers which i find very interesting but i’m not gonna get into that here lol

in season 2 episode 2, el is in the upside down screaming for mike. later on in the SAME EPISODE, will is in the upside down screaming for mike

will feels guilt for being a spy when the mindflayer was possessing him and blames himself for everything that happened and el blames herself for opening the gate and calls herself a monster. then will tells them to close the gate even if it means sacrificing himself and el closes it even if it means it could kill her as well

mike has only had private emotional scenes with these two characters and it’s clear that he is the closest with them. why would the show focus on how similiar these characters and relationships are if it didn’t mean anything more? and how do we explain mike’s weird behaviour in season 3 and 4?

the ending of season 3 is actually one of the most OBVIOUS things that implies mike has repressed feelings for will and isn’t romantically in love with el. i talk about it here and many other people talk about it in more detail as well. i highly recommend going back and watching it again if you didn’t catch everything, because it’s so obvious!

and although these characters and relationships can be so similiar, people need to remember these key differences; mike and will have known each other for most of their lives. they have a relationship that no one else can replace and they’ve experienced things together that they haven’t experienced with anyone else. they’ve been outcasted and bullied since they were kids, they share the same interests and they understand each other more than anyone else. they can actually be themselves around each other. there’s no lying or dodging questions. when they’re alone, they’re open, honest and comfortable with each other. mike is also extremely observant when it comes to will and he notices his behaviour even when no one else does. at the roller rink, he was observing him more than his own girlfriend and knew what he was feeling. he also apologises to will immediately after they fight to check up on him and make sure he’s okay and he takes accountability for things he said that may have hurt him. he doesn’t let will blame himself. mike is completely honest and admits what he did wrong and apologises genuinely. he also takes care of will and comforts him whenever he needs it. he knows him so well and he doesn’t baby him (when will was talking to jonathan he said he doesn’t like being treated like a baby, and he mentioned that joyce, dustin and lucas have all kind of made him feel that way, obviously with good intentions, but he never mentioned mike’s name because mike doesn’t treat him like that). instead mike tries to make him feel better by making light of certain situations. like when he said “you’re like a spy” when the mindflayer was around, will almost started smiling. having true sight and being like a spy would remind will of the characters they play in their games, and it would’ve made him feel slightly better about everything and try to see it as a good thing, even though he was anxious at the same time. in the same scene, mike puts his hand over will’s when he notices that he’s shaking (because of course he does, he’s always observing him and knows how to comfort him). it’s little things like this that mean so much and it’s sad that people don’t pay attention just because it’s not “directly in your face” or “clearly romantic”. it’s still love and you can see it

the thing is, he doesn’t do the above things with el, and the past 2 seasons really focus on that. to start off, they only knew each other for 6 days before mike kissed her, and she didn’t even know what romance actually meant. even now, all she knows about relationships is based off her relationship with mike (her first and only one as well), and romance shows that she saw on tv. also, this is a really good post that talks about how el probably isn’t even romantically in love with mike either and she’s still trying to discover what she likes. obviously they love each other, just not in a romantic way. they’ve just been trying to convince themselves that they do. it’s also important to note that mike and el being in a romantic relationship isn’t healthy or fair to anyone. no other has said anything positive about their relationship at all. in fact, they’ve only been confronted, called out and encouraged to break up by several people. lucas, dustin and will all confronted mike for being too consumed with el, max encouraged el to break up with mike because they’re always lying to each other and she needs to discover herself and grow independently, hopper didn’t like them together because he knows what’s best for el and he rightfully got more angry after mike started disrespecting him, nancy hasn’t really said anything specific and that itself is kinda weird because why wouldn’t she say anything about her brother’s relationship? it’s like she doesn’t even care or think it matters lol. anyways, the point is, mike and el don’t communicate honestly with each other and they always lie. they also run away and exclude their friends which is really immature and frustrating because other people are getting hurt in the process. it’s also like they need to “prove” their love by being all lovey dovey because that’s what they think romance is all about (caleb even said something about how lucas and max’s relationship is more genuine while mike and el’s is childish), and obviously i know they’re just teenagers and i’m not blaming el for this. like i said, she wasn’t aware of romantic relationships before she met mike and she’s still learning more about different types of love, so this is what she thinks it’s all about. mike also seems to be forcing himself to be someone he’s not because he’s struggling with his repressed feelings for will, and this situation just isn’t fair for anyone at all. another thing… in season 4 when mike and el are fighting and el confronts him for not saying he loves her, what does he do? he lies and dodges her questions. he’s not honest or genuine. he can barely even look her in the eye. he just sits there and tells her she’s being ridiculous as she’s crying. they don’t understand each other and they’re not communicating honestly. it’s the complete opposite of the scene with will where they barely have to talk because they already understand each other

el: “you never say it”

mike: “i say it”

vs.

will: “i didn’t say it”

mike: “you didn’t have to”

these scenes reveal so much about both relationships. another parallel is when el dumps mike and is so happy afterwards while mike doesn’t seem to care, but when will and mike have a fight, it triggers an emotional breakdown for will and mike ends up riding his bike in a storm to apologise to him

there’s so many more things but i think i’ve said more than enough to prove my point lol

byler isn’t forced or unrealistic. the show started with them. they knew and loved each other first and they’ve been best friends for most of their lives. i personally don’t think mike was ever romantically in love with el and that it was just platonic love, but the thing is, even if people think he’s romantically in love with her, el and will are so similar and a lot of the things mike did with el are what he did with will… so how can people sit there and act like he can’t be in love with will if they think he’s in love with el? the connection between those two characters is so obvious and it’s actually not shocking at all if he was in love with both of them at some point. it’s more realistic than mike only being in love with el and seeing will as a friend. THAT would make no sense to the story and his behaviour at all

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4

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Hey.....remember when I said I wasn't gonna go see the Mario movie in theaters again? WHAT IF, HYPOTHETICALLY, THAT WAS A FLATOUT LIE AND I WENT AGAIN EARLIER TODAY???

AND what if I had more thoughts to share somehow, even though I could have sworn I was tapped out and would never do another longform post like this?? Wouldn't that be so very silly of me????

WELL, FUNNY THING

LOOK, I just really wanted to get out of the house and there was a showing in 3D five minutes away from me and I hadn't seen it in 3D! I have seen maybe ONE movie in 3D in my whole life and it was several years ago so I'm not too used to what that's like - and honestly, the effect is pretty cool! Maybe I'm easy to please but I liked the way the rain/ocean spray/ice in the beginning/etc actually seemed like it was in the air around me! (Also, I got a legitimate jolt when the Dry Bones popped out of the ground, I just didn't expect it to seem so CLOSE lololol)

Also, it was pretty delightful that we are several weeks into this movie's release and there was still someone dressed up fully as Mario in the theatre who walked by me. I love people! :D

I am at the point where just NINTENDO'S OPENING LOGO ANIMATION makes me emotional, with Mario and Luigi together and Luigi hopping playfully on Mario's head before running off with Mario jumping after him. They're just the LITTLE RETRO SPRITES and still!!! Brothers!!!!!!!!

During this viewing, I got really into thinking about the lore of the movie!universe specifically and the history of Bowser and his and Peach's conflict. My main question: what is UP with that castle in the Dark Lands? From the brief glimpse we get of the inside, it looks pretty abandoned with stuff littered all over the ground, not like Bowser just left it to go on his crusade. And yet, everyone talks about the Dark Lands as though that is where Bowser currently is and it's also where he lives when he's NOT in a floating airship. Maybe he abandoned that smaller castle years ago and the airship is actually his new and improved castle and it was a part of the Dark Lands before Kamek/magic in general just lifted it into the air at some point? But then why are there Shy Guys actively living in and/or patrolling the old castle still??? HMM

Also, Bowser says he had to spend YEARS searching for the super star! That's a lot of time!!! Have the penguins hidden it away from everyone all this time just to keep it safe? Has Peach known about it all along/done anything to help protect it herself? Is there only one star in existence? Does it regenerate after being used and if so, how long does that take??? I like thinking about all these little details, haha.

ALSO x 2, I'm just interested in Bowser and Peach's interactions before the movie in general. Bowser mentions that they've been "sworn enemies" for quite some time and the way he says "Princess Peach! Brave as ever!" just feels like something you say to someone you've spoken with before/have a little familiarity with that ISN'T just creepy spying/pining from afar, lol. Has Bowser tried to invade in the past? I almost wonder if, in the beginning, Peach was her charitable self who tried very hard to reason with him/strike up a peace treaty but it's just always gone wrong or she's VERY MUCH MISREAD all attempts at flirting on Bowser's part or she has just seen too much evidence of him being cruel/willing to kill to get what he wants in the process and that's why she's like "nah fam we're gonna annihilate this monster and leave not a trace behind, i'm DONE with all that peace stuff" now. She is NOT HAVING IT any longer and honestly? I respect that. Bowser is the worst.

(Slightly related: someone remind me that once I'm done with my fic, I need to go into more detail about another alternative movie scenario I've been thinking about where Mario is able to get rid of the Bomber Bill without the Brooklyn stuff ever happening and a furious Bowser grabs both Peach and Luigi (because every time I'm reminded that they never pay off Bowser's threat to use Luigi to hurt Mario, I become a little more insane) and flees in a smaller airship back to the Dark Lands with Mario & company in hot pursuit, and it's basically a more traditional Mario game finale but maybe there's BOWSER BACKSTORY regarding the Dark Lands castle and also Peach & Luigi being kidnapped together lets them bond and eventually become Breakout Buddies and look, it would be a fun time and I want to flesh it out more, OK)

This movie has GOT to come out on digital soon because I NEED to gif so many things (and I don't want to use camrips!!!) and one of those things is every instance of Mario awkwardly waving hello to strangers. HE DOES IT LIKE 5-6 TIMES, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO. IT'S SO CUTE

Also, I love that Mario calls Cranky Kong "sir" when agreeing to the DK fight. THE MOST POLITE MAN IN THE WORLDDDD

I adore how genuinely touched Mario seems by Peach saying that him not knowing when to quit is a great thing. His little, gentle "thanks" in return makes my heart SOFT. Just makes me think about the vibe of him being the "impulsive" son, the "troublemaker" son in the family and how people like his dad have maybe been tough on him about that quality, and for Peach to just be so excited and look so HAPPY at the concept is so surprising to him -maybe she's the first person outside of Luigi to act like that!

me to me: you have seen this SO many times, do NOT tear up again when Mario sees the commercial on the cracked TV!!!

also me to me: CAN'T HEAR YOU, ALREADY TEARING UP

Also forever emotional about the fact that Mario and Luigi have absolutely NO context for what the star is or what it can do when they decide to grab it together - Peach told Mario to go for it, and that's ALL the information available. But the manhole cover is melting and Bowser's flames are literal seconds away from engulfing them. And even so, they're not afraid, because they're together again and whatever happens next, they'll face hand in hand, side by side, and it's that trust, that unbreakable bond that truly makes them invincible at the end of the day, and DON'T MIND ME, I'LL JUST SOFTLY WEEP OVER HERE

LUIGI WIPING A HAPPY TEAR AWAY AS HE AND MARIO HOLD ONTO EACH OTHER AT THE VERY END ;_______; HE MUST FEEL SO RELIEVED ;_______; PROTECT HIM ALWAYS

I made myself laugh as I was leaving the theater by thinking about the person that had to write that newspaper article at the end about what happened. What must that article read like???? How would you ever begin to be able to describe the events that took place here without sounding like an insane person???? Are the people who didn't see it in person reading this like "uhhhh is this April Fool's Day???" I WOULD HAVE THAT REACTION. I DON'T ENVY THAT PERSON'S POSITION lolol

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros #super mario bros movie spoilers #cherrysip hc's & rambling #at least people have seemed to like these :)#also i know i still have some asks to get to!! i will answer them i promise!!

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sothischickshe · 1 year

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Please tell us how you would fix the wire tap strip search scene thank you!

Thank you for asking! 🥺🥰💜

...i feel like this might get long😅

1. Make the scene make sense

I find the scene difficult to take seriously, bc I don't understand why rio thinks Beth would be wired up. He didn't turn up when they were supposed to meet, and I don't think there's any particular suggestion he told Beth he was coming round so ???

Now the idea that rio has no idea how surveillance equipment works/believes it to have been permanently soldered to Beth's skin is very funny to me thus I'm willing to accept it as a headcanon pretty easily, but an alternative interpretation which I think kinda makes sense given his love of setting up his terrible dramatic punchlines is him doing all this purely TO drop the tracker as an almost gotcha 🤷🏼‍♀️ if the latter IS what's (supposed to be) happening, I think it comes off kinda both too creepy AND not horny enough. And if that's NOT what's happening in the scene then I think it just feels like a lazy handwave as to why exactly he might think she's wearing a wire, and they couldve put a little effort into eg making it clear he forewarned her but not with adequate time for the secret service to mic her up/equipment was malfunctioning again, or he stormed round (drunk) immediately upon verifying the tracker so wasn't really thinking it through.

Particularly in a scene which is to some extent intentionally jarring (espec in how the undressing begins, but also in its mostly-silence), I don't think it's a good idea to leave your audience this confused??

2. Use an appropriate body double (in appropriately sized bra)

This just feels lazy!!! Idk if shooting restrictions couldve played a part but if you can't do those shots well it would be better not to include them!

3. Make it hornier

I can def understand why some ppl find the scene offputting, espec bc of point 1. If it doesn't make sense for him to think she's wearing a wire then him starting to undress her with no preamble is really jarring. I know some ppl think it's an intentionally sexless and/or clinical stripping, but I don't think it succeeds in being that (if indeed that is its intention), especially with the demand for her underwear to come off but not her socks 🤯

I think this scene & the weird pool table groping one are in conversation with each other, espec bc theyre each in conversation with intimate s2 brio scenes, and i don't think it's possible to not view this as somewhat intimate and charged? Both scenes felt like they were trying too hard, but i do think they were attempting to ~remind the audience of their sexual history, and hint that it would be rekindled.

I think the show should have leaned into that MORE and made it more fucked up tbh. They're messy!!! Like hi she's married he's her boss he's threatened to kill her a bunch she's tried to kill him multiple times they've betrayed each other they've protected each other lather rinse and repeat. They love being inappropriate and weird!! The first time they have sex she's on a date with her husband then he beats a car up over it; his plan to kill her turns into a weird money making date where he stares at her ass for hours; her idea of gaining back his trust is dressing up and saying I'll do anything...within reason wink wink wink.

Maybe particularly bc I think the visual of rio going to unbutton Beth's shirt out of nowhere is probably supposed to parallel Beth going for fitz's belt in the exact same room in their unsexy standoff (and thus also Beth going for rio's belt subsequently in his grandma's bedroom) I do kinda query the choice to have her be all 'what are you doing' (though it's clearly a reasonable q lol), espec bc they were recently weirdly grinding on a pool table? I think even a momentary leaning in to it would give the scene a different (less creepy) flavour? (plus I do think that could have been played for humour lol.)

Basically if it seems like a silly sexy wire stripping scene that's fine I don't mind it, & I can handwave away rio having no real reason to think Beth's wearing a wire if she's being (canon typically) horny here. Without that it does come across as having an almost predatory vibe which seems strange to me given the show was pretty thoughtful about how it portrayed both the belt-reaching-for scenes it's sandwiched btwn :/

4. Not try so hard with the parallels

I get what they were trying to do with the 209 parallels, but they threaten the sense of the scene imo.

Demanding underwear come off but not socks (???🤯) In a context which can easily come off as creepy (espec bc see point 1) doesn't work for me 🤷🏼‍♀️ easily solved I think by still having the socks shot, followed by Beth angrily throwing her socks at him lmao (then watch, then earrings...)

The sunlight is nice and all, and I'm pretty into exhibitionist Beth so w/e it can stay, but the door is im sure unlocked lol and she's right by a window so idk a bit of Beth @ least glancing to see if anyone could see in maybe would've been cool?? Plus we've got too much of a gap from the night before to this scene I think? I understand why the meet up was at night & why they wanted this scene to be a daytime one, but along with everything else that gap makes it seem MORE like a premeditated plan to be like yea well w/e I found this tracker so ha! (ofc I can explain that away if i feel like it eg someone needed to check what it was properly & that took some time, but the show certainly isn't giving me any suggestion of that.)

Maintaining silence kinda makes sense in the context but idk, I think particularly cos Beth doesn't stop talking after being shushed (good for her!), it's a lil random that she does stop saying things? I reckon there should have been some confused mouthing or whispering or the classic scribbling on a notepad (the last, with his penmanship, couldve been an avenue for comedy haha), and/or if she's stuck in a situation where he's refusing to reply I feel like she should have called him a moron a couple of times for good luck lolol

I'm all for callbacks, but not to the point of sacrificing the rest of the scene, and I think these overall weaken it. Plus parallels can work very well in terms of inversions and contrasts, not only similarities!

5. Have some greater payoff

Beth is basically like yep fine sure I'll randomly strip no further questions (just not the socks, I shan't bare my toes, some lines can't be crossed). That's actually kinda funny in the circumstance, bc who would do that other than someone who knows (why) you suspect them of wearing a wire sfggdssg so her going along with it in a situation which makes so little sense almost feels like (it could be played as) a tacit admission of guilt.

I guess a scene of rio being like wait hold on she was being uncharacteristically agreeable now I think abt it 20 mins later or w/e wouldve been too much to hope for ha but among all the things which make it pretty blatant Beth's working with the secret service (such as her announcing this to rio at one point🤯) I think we deserved him bringing some of it up in conversation later in the season yknow?? Otherwise I don't know why I'm supposed to believe rio isn't imaginary in all his scenes and/or too drunk to retain any information 🤷🏼‍♀️

6. A better closing line

After demanding someone strip full frontal (without making them show off their toes bc some things are sacred) telling that person to watch their back merely highlights you haven't bothered to check whether they've got a mic taped over their spine 🙄

#nbc good girls #tv #Thank you for asking 😘😘😘😘#I have more thoughts but this is already so long 😅#But basically I don't think there's just one way to solve it #But it needed to... Hang together better?#Either make it clear why he might think she's wearing a wire or embrace the fact that it wouldn't make sense she is!#It doesn't feel like a character driven scene at all #And it barely feels like a plot driven one other than kinda setting up banker Beth #It just feels like fan service and I don't feel appropriately serviced lol #Something #🧦#👣

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dirtyvulture · 10 days

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😎 My nephew was born at 2:02 AM on April 12 ( so he is two days old) at 8 pounds, 2 ounces and 20. 5 inches. Both my sister and baby are doing great and are perfectly healthy!!!!!! It is important to state that my sister and her family live in a place that is 2 hours behind us so I woke up at 4 in the morning ish with the news that my Nephew was born ….. if I HAD to be woken up at 4 in the morning THAT is the reason I WANT to be woken up for . He has been brought home and their dogs have just FALLEN IN LOVE with him ( they have two dogs and a cat) .

Auto correct continues to be the BANE of my existence and continues to target ME SPECIFICALLY ( I KNOW my ass can’t spell but you don’t have to come at me ALL THE TIME😭) and makes dumb little mistakes in the posts . I know everyone knows what I mean but it still BOTHERS me ok !!!! Some thoughts turned into Soo thoughts. MCU was changed to MUC .

Of course I am giving you love for your fic , you deserve it and I am super excited for part two :)

It’s …… funny how this woman is doing and taking part of behaviors that do and act the EXACT same way as man ( being kinda of a jerk or kinda a asshole , for example CEO R! is doing things - sleeping with whatever moves and being that asshole or jerk - and acting EXACTLY LIKE Tony Stark ) but NO ONE bats an eye when a man does it. And R is CLEARLY an intellectual and talented woman but because she is a woman people can’t see her talent and strengths ….. they only see her flaws. I was talking with my friend and we were like ….. Yelena 100 percent helped Nat with her getup and makeup ( Yelena is a fashion icon after all ) . We also decided that Yelena wasn’t at the event, she was at home chilling in her pjs with Kate watching movies and binge watching tv. Nat planned and did everything out on her own and didn’t tell ANYONE ( ESPECIALLY her parents or little sister) about what she did that night.

SB 100 percent carried Nat( while she was still sleeping and they were able to keep her from waking up ) out of the chair with their in law following SB out of the hospital to let Sarah rest and sleep. Nat woke up in the car so the group of three just went out to breakfast for food and coffee. Yes Sergeant Romanoff was very impressed and feral for SB the whole time ….. poor golden retriever never saw it coming ( they were sleeping for a LONG TIME afterwards and Nat hooked them up with liquid IV ) . That brings me to my next point , I had a discussion with my friend and we were talking about . What if Nat can’t get pregnant ? What if she had an injury while she was on duty/ deployment ( that injury / the mission she was on was what got her the promotion and the rank she has now ) . She didn’t need to know nor cared about if she could kids then , but with SB ……

R has a lot of dexterity in her hands ( in more ways than one , one of which Nat is VERY HAPPY WITH 😏😏😏) and I did a quick history google search and found out ( from wiki so take this with a grain of salt) that nail ciphers were invented in 1881 . So she probably used a pocket knife ( think young victor in the Wolverine Origins opening except R isn’t making her nails into claws, she is just cutting them) for a really long period of time and if she didn’t have a pocket knife then she would use her claws. But yeah if Nat panic and stop R from cutting her nails with her claws , R just looks at her saying “ what ? I lost my clippers and don’t have my pocket knife…… I am not making my nails into claws . I am NOT a psychopath.”

Ps I hope I can see my nephew in the earliest time too . Whenever I talk about him for future reference , I will just be calling him “ Buddy” . Obviously not his real name but the name I will call him here .

(I have to apologize for responding to your most recent message first when you sent this one before, my drafts are a mess lol)

Very excited and happy for you and your family, friend! 🥰🥰

Autocorrect has never been your friend here to be honest 😂

Thank you for the love, I am really excited to write a Part 2 for you all (didn't think I would, but I can't deny you all after that warm reception).

Yep! I honestly didn't even make that connection, I kind of just wanted to write R as a dirtbag lol instead of the typical dumb golden retriever himbo. And as I work on part too, we will definitely get to see a little bit of Yelena. :) Although yeah, she probably had no idea what kind of sins her sister was getting into that night.

SB loves to take care of Nat :) And they always have to take advantage of doing it when she's asleep or something because she won't stand for it if she's awake.

Honestly, that's a really interesting theory. I was actually thinking the same thing (since a lot of readers ask how come Nat hasn't gotten pregnant by now...what if she actually can't because of a previous injury or medical condition?). And you're right, Nat probably didn't care about having kids at all, but then she met SB and now she might have changed her mind...

Heehee. 😂 R has very sharp actual claws already, no need to shape her nails into them too.

#😎 anon #vulture answers #sergeant beef au #darkest knight au #envy and venom au

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kennydiaperdaddy · 28 days

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I imagine coming home from work, walking in the door to a wife that is obviously pissed off. She proceeds to tell me that she has found out my little secret, and that I have one opportunity right now to come clean. Being a clueless man I have no idea what she's talking about. I don't cheat. I work hard. So I'm kinda confused. She snaps at me...... I'm telling you right now. This is going to be much worse for you if you don't confess right now.

All I can muster up to say is. "baby I haven't done anything"...... she starts laughing. You sure about that. I hesitate and say "yes baby"

She is still laughing, she says to me. "funny you used that word baby" she gets up and walks away. My mind is racing. Why did she say that. Is all I can think. She comes back in the room. Holding her hands behind her back. She says "last chance BABY" I just shake my head. Next thing I know she pulls out one of my hidden diapers. I've never told her about this side of me. I start to try to come up with some excuse "oh that. Lol..... I just have that because......" she cuts me off.

She says "just stop, baby, I looked through your search history too. I know you like diaper porn" she then starts to explain that because I lied and this this from her, I obviously don't want anyone to know. She then tells me that if I want her to keep my secret and not divorce me. That I will do whatever she tells me from now on. I tell her I'm so sorry. And I agree I'll do whatever you say baby. I love you. Don't leave me.

She then says something I wasn't expecting at all. She demands that I stand up and take off my pants, I hesitate but start to do what she says. Now standing there naked from the waist down. She hands me the diaper, and tells me to start to open the diaper. She starts to laugh because I am starting to get hard now. She points at my cock and says. Omg look how excited you are. She takes the diaper from me and lays it on the floor and demands that I lay down and let her diaper me. I try to protest a little but I know I don't really have a choice here. So I lay down. And she proceeds to diaper me. As she is diapering me she makes fun of me, especially for getting so hard.

She makes me stand up after she diapers me and makes me go stand in the corner while she decides what she is going to do with me........ After standing there for what feels like 2 hours, my wife comes back in the room. She tells me to come here and sit .... She then tells me she has decided what my punishment will be. "for starters, I've decided that you are going to stay in diapers 24/7 until we use up all the diapers in the house," she explains that she spent hours today watching all the porn I have in that hidden folder on my laptop...... I instantly feel.like.im.gonna faint. She then says exactly what I was afraid of she says "that's right. I know what you like you disgusting pervert, or should I say my little baby cuckold" I feel a rush of absolute embarrassment and humiliation.

She then starts to tell me that she wants me to go do the dishes, because she wants to see what else I have hidden on the laptop.

As soon as I start to fill the sink the sound of the running water makes me have to piss 10 times as bad. I start to rush towards the bathroom before I realize oh shit ya. I'm diapered. My wife being able to see me from where she is sitting says. " don't be silly baby, you know damn well there is no way you will be using the toilet for a while. So go ahead. Wet your little diaper for Mommy" I turn away embarrassed as hell. And go back to washing the dishes. My heart starts to race. I take a breath and let it go. It feels so good to finally let it go. I start to realize that I'm not stopping. I'm pissing so much. My diaper is swelling up so much.

After I'm done I finish washing the dishes, when I'm done I walk out into the living room, and say I'm done the dishes. She takes one look at me and can tell from there how full my diaper is. She starts to laugh and tells me to come.here. Now standing right infront of her she start to touch my full diaper. Making fun of how warm it is, feeling absolutely humiliated I start to realize I'm getting hard. She notices almost right away. And she demands I lay down on the floor on my back. She spreads my legs and position's herself between my legs, she starts to poke and rub my wet diaper asking does baby need to be changed. She makes me ask her to change my wet diaper. So I do. She is rubbing my diaper as I start to ask her "can you change my diaper" she looks at me and says. Call me mommy and ask me again. So I do as she says " Mommy, can you change my diaper" she goes on like this. Poking my wet diaper and making me change what I say until she finally hears me say "Mommy please can you change my wet diaper." She then grabs my cock in my wet diaper and she says to me.... "I can't believe I have such a perverted man, oh wait I guess I have a little baby now" I can't tell you the crazy emotions I was feeling. Embarrassed, ashamed, yet absolutely aroused.

What happened next was absolutely humiliating, she started to pat my wet diaper, and before I knew it I could feel an orgasm coming. I tried so hard to stop it. But I failed miserably. I started to cum right there laying on the floor in a wet diaper, with a crazy eruption I my cum squirted right out of my diaper and up on my belly. My wife burst out laughing. Holy fuck I can't believe you just came like that, that so pathetic,.... You know what. You can just go to bed like that. She took me by the hand and stood me up. She wouldn't even let me clean myself off. She walked me upstairs and put me to bed in the spare room. As she was leaving she said just wait til you see what I have planned for tomorrow now. ........ I was left laying there all sticky and wet in my diaper. Then it dawned on me. Shit I'm stuck on diapers till all the diapers are gone..... I fell asleep trying to remember how many diapers I had left. Was it 6 or 8

#diaper punishment #mdlbmommy #diaper captions #diaper discipline #mdlbkink

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angstics · 1 year

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it's always been interesting to me that the only thing seemingly "separating" the transgender truthing from the homosexual truthing, in terms of legitimate proof that someone who only knows gerard way through interviews and stage performance could provide, is the history of open gnc-ness. which doesn't really correlate to any kind of transgender identity but obviously i know why people choose to interpret it that way. (even then, the offstage dude kissing could and usually does fill an identical role in other peoples interpretation of gerard as being secretly gay so. shrug). but this time TRUST ME his performance art in solidarity with an oppressed queer group is ACTUALLY him being secretly trans. i try not to engage with any mass discourse events and find the she/her pronoun usage distasteful and just personally uncomfortable, so i dont directly encounter many people who even orbit this kind of discussion lol. im curious what you think about this comparison! and i apologize if anything was worded unclearly :)

this is a big can o worms! i like hearing your thoughts. there’s sooo many different readings on his identity and how the outfits factor into that.

it’s invasive but it’s not the same ethics as theorizing about a friend. understanding an artist is important to people. it’s part of being an artist which is normal but heavily contested. im always reminded of siken’s response to the student who wanted to learn more about his life to understand his poetry lol (he wasnt nice). why would it matter? authenticity, connection, need to label? there’s no universal or moral answer

anyhow back to gerard. the shift from homosexual to transgender truthing is funny! people didnt give up, they just concluded he’s unlabelled gay 😭 not from the on/off stage kissing (which were all performative) but from the tweetsss. “when people try to define your sexuality [morrissey picture]” and “why would i hide it if i was a Homosexual”. the affair conspiracies and gay music themes and general stereotypes probably aided that. whether the assumption is true or false makes no difference. the reasons behind why ppl even make the assumption are so intriguing to think about… but this is already too long.

the “trans truthing” is complicated bc it’s more personal to ppl. im not gonna create a boogeyman. ive seen all of this, some i align with some i dont. putting them in a list cuz it’s easier to read

ppl in my corner of the fandom are comfortable with calling him queer, nb, trans — from most to least common. all as umbrella terms. all to mean not-cis. justification is good ol FLAGGING. like getting an undercut to tell girls yr a dyke without needing to come out. i can expand on this thought process if wanted. ive seen this kinda labeling for YEARS

a lot of ppl i follow stop at gnc because that is the only visibly obvious option. and it’s the term The Advocate used for him in 2018 (tho we gotta note that he didnt self-id — the writer used the same principal of gnc being about presentation over id). the term is treated as if it were between cis and trans. or more accurately, not-cis not-trans.

ive noticed that old/ex fans or outsiders under my 30k cheerleader gifset see the dress as a coming out…? people of 1 and 2 chalk it under that history of gender nonconformity. it’s surprising but makes sense. i think that’s the function of said history

all the egg talk ive seen is on twitter among transfem ppl and tumblr posts in the wild. i searched “gerard way trans” and got so many tweets referencing kurt cobain. that is transfem business, not mine 😭

all this to say that i havent seen anyone in these circles insinuate he was Secretly trans. it’s the same as the gay assumption. it isnt about proving what reality is. just whatever individuals accept as their truth. lots of 1 ppl have said that if he suddenly came out as cis, their perception wouldnt change. i take that to mean bc the performance itself is the person and the performance they see is transgender.

i dont see how art and artist can be separated in performance. what other version of the artist are you getting? i dont know if anyone round here is talking about the couch sitting gerard way. like why would we 😭 even if one does, it’s under the perception of the performance we know. if we werent talking about the performance, we wouldnt even be talking about it. you wouldnt imagine your loved one watching tv. youd sit next to them. look at them. talk to them. YOU KNOW? like this whole debate on whether it’s invasive goes NOWHERE. we arent talking about someone who could be known. we are barely talking about the real person.

and he knows this because anyone with a Name becomes this. the real life person doesnt need defending. he needs respect. to me that means not harassing him, not digging into his private life, not speaking for him. the rest is what feels ok for me. if the environment is uncomfortable, all i can do is share why. which is why talking about it is important.

ill say, im fine with she/her-ing him. i know those arent his defined pronouns. i know i use them as a term of endearment and character-dedication. i know when to avoid them. i personally dont believe in rigid pronoun use. i don’t believe in there being a handbook of rules of what is or isnt rude (not to say there arent general rules). you learn person to person.

goes back to the Pursuit of Universal Morality. god i remember last year getting so mad at the trans labelling id leave tumblr to complain on twitter. but ive changed my tune to seeing the non-cis ambiguity. not because of Evidence but because i found comfort in that connection. i wasnt wrong then, am not wrong now.

it isnt really about him, it’s about what he says and does. which IMO he’s likely to accept as an artist.

so yeah. TLDR: posts that are like “how can you say he’s [cis/trans] if X?!” are really just stating their own perception. even if they uncritically believe what theyre saying is reality, it’s THEIR reality. there is no difference btwn “his performance art in solidarity with an oppressed queer group” and “him being secretly trans”.

#there’s a tldr if it’s too long. sorry for party rockin #ask #mcr #mcr queer studies

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I’m fairly ambivalent on Jily as a whole (most of my interest in the Marauders-era is for Sirius), but I have to admit, I kind of like the idea that James starts dating Lily and once it’s clear it’s serious and important to the both of them, Sirius just welcomes Lily into their group, into Sirius’s family (nobody can convince me Sirius didn’t use his friends as his family, especially once he left Grimmauld and got disowned). If James loves her and she loves James, then she’s family and Sirius will welcome her with open arms. Plus, I headcanon Lily as the kind of person who gets real snarky when she’s comfortable with someone and Sirius, frequently described as haughty and arrogant and who has the vibe of another snarky and sharp-tongued character, adores having a partner is snark; RIP anyone who gets on both of their bad sides, verbal evisceration is an understatement for what happens to them. Also, it’s funny to imagine that Sirius likes to aggravate James by saying Lily is his favorite Potter once they marry, because he’s just like that, even though everyone knows James is his absolute favorite person (I saw someone else say that, but Tumblr’s search function is terrible and I can’t find it anymore, hopefully I’ll find it soon). Plus, he and Lily both understand the whole “my sibling is a horrible person, they hate me, but I can’t help but love them regardless, because for years we were each other’s closest friends and I will never be able to forget all our history” thing, which is something the others, as only children, can never truly understand. But anyways, I just really like to think that once Sirius knows the Jily relationship is important to James and Lily, and James won’t get his heart shattered, he’s immediately accepting Lily into their little group. Biggest surprise at Hogwarts was when other students saw Sirius and Lily talking in Seventh Year because Sirius only really talks to James, Remus, and Peter; there’s the time some other kid insulted Lily and it turns out Sirius has a unique ability to tear someone apart with words alone and without ever raising his voice

dude, the way we’re literally on the same wavelength with this. i’ve talked about this in a couple older posts before, but i genuinely think s & l are so similar (and i have a very barebones prongsfoot fic in my drafts where j&s never meet and sirius is best friend w lily based off this exact assumption) and once they get let all the the awkwardness and problems, they’d be really good friends ykno? (it’s another reason why a triad works but not a s/l couple which is a random tangent lol)

and like. yeah. lily is accepted into sirius’ inner circle (lol) but imo, that only happens after he’s fully confirmed that she’s not here to hurt his james. that is the most important bit. i’ve kinda included this in shovel talk but i feel like, as canon stands, sirius would put her thru the wringer to make sure she’s good enough before he fully accepts her. and once he does, he’s all in. no questions asked.

and of course, james is in heaven. his two favourite people ever getting baking as well as they do, sometimes at the expense of his own self? he can’t be happier.

#sirius black #lily evans #y’all know that whole lily meta about how her anger isn’t actually. weasley lite like most ppl write it as?#and she’s actually very ice cold instead?#i feel like that’s v close to how sirius is #and they can bond very easily over that #and like u mentioned. the sibling thing. i’m pretty sure i’ve read a couple other posts detailing how similar these two are #but i can’t remember #james is the happiest baby ever #he’s the meat in a sandwich #also re jily : i’m also ambivalent bordering on hostile. but i’m discovering certain scenarios/dynamics i like them in #also staying away from what i rly dislike #and that helps #i’ve just accepted the fact i don’t like conventional relationship dynamics lol #bc james and sirius must always be each other’s no. 1 #pen’s asks

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Suptober Prompt: Day 12 - Crossover | Five Nights at Supernatural [SPNxFNAF] | Word Count: 1.3K | Teen and Up

When Sam has strange dreams of a place where a girl’s voice calls to him, asking for help, he, with the help of his bother, Dean, and their angel friend, Cas, applies to be the new night guard at a pizzeria called Freddy Fazbear’s. A place with that much history, built upon a foundation of blood, and secrets within it walls, well...it’s gotta be their thing, right?

Me, posting again, only a few days later, for another prompt as promised? I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself, I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever written this much within such a short span of time (and I even managed to keep my word, so there’s that lol) anyway, I know that there’s a lot of different interpretations to the word crossover, but when I saw the prompt I immediately knew what I wanted to do. They just fit so well together, can you blame me XD I’ve been considering for a while now, actually, writing a larger, multi-chapter spnaf (as my friend so lovingly dubbed it) fic, so... consider this an excerpt, a little taste, if you will, of something bigger on the horizon

“Fuck, this place gives me the friggin’ creeps.��

Dean grimaced, peering out the window and over at the desolate, abandoned looking pizzeria. He shifted the Impala into park, after pulling up to the front entrance, and turned off the ignition, effectively cutting off Baby’s rumbling purr, and descending them into an eerie silence.

“Do you feel anything, Cas?” He asked his passenger, turning to face the angel, who was also looking out the window at the building.

He took a moment to study the premises, searching for something, anything, amiss before answering.

“Yes,” Cas hummed in agreement, breaking the silence, “It’s hard to tell exactly what it is, since it’s nothing demonic, but it’s very heavy. Something terrible happened here.”

“So I guess it’s too late to pretend this place isn’t haunted or some shit, right?” Dean joked, drawing Castiel’s attention toward him.

Dean bit his lip, trying to pretend Cas’ furrowed brow wasn’t all kinds of adorable–especially since they were currently, and actively, working a case.

“It would be safe to presume that it’s ‘too late’, yes. It’s quite haunted actually.”

“Is there anything else?”

Cas looked back toward the pizzeria, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and Dean followed suit, a shudder wracking its way down his spine the second it was back in sight. There was something about this place that put Dean on edge; he didn’t like–nor did he appreciate–the feeling. Like some kind of warning, to go away, run while you still could. There was no going back once you were privy to the secrets within Freddy Fazbear’s.

“There are some odd heat signatures in the building aside from Sam.” Cas confirmed, interrupting Dean’s thoughts, “but there’s something blocking me from getting an accurate read on them.”

“Guess that means it’s time to go in and rally the troops.” Dean said rather unenthusiastically, the idea not sitting too well in his gut.

“Let's get a move on Cas.”

They both exited the Impala, Dean making his way to the trunk, under Cas’ watchful eye. Dean popped the lid and grabbed his duffle of supplies, visibly hesitating before closing her up. Cas reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder, immediately easing the tense set to his jaw.

“Dean?” Cas asked softly, and Dean looked over, nodding.

“Right. Sorry, just…thinking. ‘S’all good.”

Something akin to acknowledgement passed between them, and only when Cas was sure Dean was okay did he lead the way to the front entrance, the elder Winchester brother following not too far behind. Sam was already waiting for them when they got there, and hurriedly rushed them inside.

“Nice costume nerd, who are you cosplaying as?” Dean snorted, looking his brother up and down, taking in his purple uniform with amusement.

“Very funny Dean, ha ha,” Sam rolled his eyes, “this is what they gave me, it’s not like I chose to wear this.”

“Who the fuck decided that purple uniforms were restaurant chic?”

“They aren’t that bad. Besides, it’s not like I’m actually going to be working here. I just want to go in, finish the job, and get out.”

“Yeah, sure. And when has our job ever gone that way, Sammy?” Dean raised a brow in question.

“Anyway,” Sam huffed, quickly changing the subject–despite knowing fully well that his brother had a point, “we’re heading to the security office first. They told me I’d get debriefed when my shift started, that some guy’s supposed to call the phone there. After that we can make a plan to explore the pizzeria.”

Dean gagged as they made their way down the hall, both he and Cas now following Sam’s lead, and scrunched his face up in disgust.

“Christ, it smells like burnt flesh in here.” he muttered, the feeling from before rearing its ugly head for the second time that night.

Cas looked around curiously, nodding in affirmation. “The smell is quite foul. Do we know if anyone died in the fires?”

Sam nodded. “So get this, the first initial fire was allegedly set by the owner’s son and basically destroyed everything, but it’s implied that, despite the damage, some things were able to survive. This place has been built over and over again.”

“Well that’s just great.” Dean complained, shaking his head.

“A building just as haunted as the things inside it. Shoulda just left it alone when it burned the first time.”

“Perhaps. But I don’t think the things that reside here would have found peace. Whatever is here is…restless. Angry. Trapped.”

“Is your signal still blocked?”

“Unfortunately,” Cas nodded, face grave with concern, “like I mentioned before, there’s something blocking my reach. Like it doesn’t want me looking further into the pizzeria. I don’t know the reason, but the influence is strong.”

“Strong enough to block out an angel?” Sam added, perplexed.

“Whatever it is, it’s certainly no longer human.”

“Friggin’ awesome, love this place already.” Dean said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. “Like some sadist, discount Chuck E. Cheese. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, come in and get your trauma served with extra cheese. Don’t worry, the murder is for free.”’

Sam pulled another bitch face, glaring at his brother. “That isn’t funny, Dean. Real people died here, and for some reason, or other, they’ve asked for our help. The least we can do is show some respect.”

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Sam.”

Dean sent Cas a look of betrayal, only receiving a–rather apathetic–shrug in return. Licking his wounds, Dean crossed his arms and pouted, muttering a quiet “I thought it was hilarious” underneath his breath. He sullenly followed behind the other two, lamenting the fact that nobody really got his humor. Sam, on the other hand, knew fully well that his brother’s crude jokes were only a deflection, a mask to hide how he was really feeling. Even so, Sam didn’t have to put up with it, especially when said jokes were insensitive; everything had a time and place and, in Sam’s opinion, that wasn’t in a (most likely) haunted pizzeria where children were murdered.

When they reached the security office, Sam let Dean go first, and elbowed him hard in the side, warning him to behave. Dean let out a pained grunt, and glared at his brother, Sam matching his expression. Cas rolled his eyes, and shoved passed the two of them, ignoring their, quite silly and rather childish–if you ask him–moment of sibling rivalry. All else was hastily forgotten however, the second the angel walked through the office threshold. His eyes flashed blue with grace, and something electrical popped, causing both Winchesters to jump.

“Christ Cas, warn us next time you decide to go all Angel of the Lord on us, will you?” Dean huffed, holding a hand over his heart.

“My apologies, but that was entirely out of my control, Dean. I hadn’t intended on that happening, but next time I want to intentionally cause an electrical surge, I’ll let you know.” Cas sassed back, stormy blue eyes meeting green.

“You must have triggered something when you stepped into the security office, but what?”

“This place is old right? Could just be faulty wiring reacting to Cas’ mojo.” Dean cleared his throat, breaking eye contact with the angel, and looked away to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Maybe…” Sam trailed off, unsure.

Not leaving them much time to think, the phone over on the security desk rang loudly, and all three of them jumped, snapping their gazes over to the device.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed, glaring at the offending object, “is this place full of jump scares or what?”

The phone continued to ring, mistakenly unassuming as it sat there in its corner on the desktop, the red light down at the bottom blinking out of time with every tone. Sam glanced at the others warily, and went over to answer it, each of them holding their breath, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. With a metallic whir, the line crackled to life, and with it came the answering enthusiastic, disembodied voice of a man.

“Hello? Hello, Hello!”

to be continued...

#suptober22 #suptober day 12 #crossover #supernatural #supernatural fic #Destiel #team free will #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #freddy fazbears pizzeria #my work #my writing #ficlet

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