#I would commit atrocious crimes for them

[ray935sworld]

BABY PEDRENZO AAAAAAAAAAA CRYING!!!!!! dani looks adorable af like " haiii hello!!! ^^"and jorge is like. Meeeee and mah popsicleee

That pretty much describes them

YES. ABSOLUTLY. Dani is all smiles and laughing, just won a championship and Jorge is like 😑😐 not the thing I want in my mouth rn but eeeeh...

Also it's giving "scary boyfriend privileges" (Jorge. He IS the scary boyfriend. Especially in the early days.) and "Hi. Excuse me? I am so sorry. He asked for no pickles" (Dani. Yes Dani is hyper polite while asking and apologizes for the request. THAT'S why he gets it!!)

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Over Each Other [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x female!reader

summary: Logan and you are just friends – you have a boyfriend, after all. But sometimes when you and your boyfriend are arguing, Logan listens and jerks off to it. He knows you two will break up soon, and he’s just finding ways to patiently pass the time until you can be his. Until one night, you’ve fought your final argument with your boyfriend and are in need of some comfort that Logan is more than happy to provide.

warnings: smut 18+ like this is more sexual and less fluffy (or angsty) than the summary sounds tbh (m masturbation, oral sex f receiving, unprotected piv, creampie, Logan calls reader princess, good girl, bub, baby), kinda toxic i mean you read the summary but still a sweet fic, reader is vulnerable so Logan could be seen to be taking advantage of her so don’t read if you don’t like, excuse the dramatic title and a few lines (from Linkin Park’s Over Each Other) because this is also me working through some feelings lmao, this is obviously not at aaalllll a realistic depiction of healing from a break-up lol (although I sincerely believe it would work with Logan..), X-Mansion era

note: not the fic I was expecting to be my first fic in over a month but my heart needed this so here you go <3 i also only proofread once so lmk if there are any atrocious typos lmao | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons

word count: 3.9k oops wth 

Logan knows he’s a bad man. He’s killed people, innocent people, committed countless crimes, done more evil things than he can ever remember. But now he knows he’s a bad man because of something entirely different. 

Logan shamelessly jerks off to the sound of you and your boyfriend arguing. 

He doesn’t even need to use his heightened hearing, that’s how loud you two are. Night after night after night he listens to you arguing, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your voice. 

You always have the upper hand — he would never masturbate to your pain or to you being degraded. Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot and you’re not afraid to let him know. Logan is sure he’s not the only one who knows that your relationship will end soon, and he’s fine to give you the time you need. Logan is a patient man these days; he can wait. But he’ll make the wait worth his while. 

He gains pleasure from knowing that soon you two will break up, and you’ll be all his.

Logan sees the way you look at him, senses the way your heartbeat speeds up that little bit when he smiles at you, smells a spike in your pheromones when he’s around. And he’s no different when it comes to you.

The more you and your stupid boyfriend argue, the closer you get to breaking up, and the closer Logan gets to his release. 

He’s listening to your moans of frustration this evening and imagines turning them into moans of pleasure, imagines licking your pussy until you’ve forgot all about your little boyfriend. Logan’s fist speeds up around his dick, hips moving up to fuck into his hand as he thinks of you and your gorgeous face.

Logan cums with your voice in his head, with the thought of you and your boyfriend finally breaking up, and shoots cum all over his own hand, down his forearm, and over his abs. He jerks off until he’s satisfied, lying in his bed a mess for a second – his hand coated in his cum, his happy trail sticky.

When Logan’s breath slows down, he realises your voice has stopped. You’re not arguing anymore – you must have gone to sleep. Then he hears your voice again, this time much closer.

“Logan?” A quiet knock at his door, “It’s me, you still awake?”

He pulls his sweatpants back in place and reaches for a tissue, only for his hand to land in the empty box. In a panic, Logan takes off the shirt that he’d pushed up over his abs, and uses it to clean himself of his release, using his freshly washed shirt like a rag.

“One second!” He calls out as he rubs the bunched up shirt over his happy trail to get it all off. Logan throws the dirty shirt into the corner of the room, and opens the door shirtless.

His heart drops when he sees the state you’re in, cheeks wet with tears and clinging to a teddy bear Logan once got you.

“Um… we just broke up. Can I come in? I know it’s late…”

Logan ushers you inside before the sentence has fully left your lips. Now he feels a twinge of guilt – he was too busy trying to get off to realise it was a serious argument this time. Maybe he jerks off more to the concept of you and that dumb boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) arguing and how hot you sound putting that guy in his place all confidently, than the actual fight.

As much as it pains him to see you hurt, he has to smile behind your back for a second when he closes the door. But a shiver runs up his spine when you let your guard down once you’re alone with Logan, all teary-eyed and small and sad. 

Logan sits you down on his bed as you tell him the full story. 

I tried to find my patience… 

All we did was talk over each other… 

 It was all a waste of time… 

There was nothing underneath… 

 I'm so tired of talking over each other…

Logan hugs you while you cling to him, your words barely audible with how you’re smothered against his naked shoulder. He gently rubs your back, and it only makes you hold onto him tighter. 

“Shh, shh baby, I’m here for you. It’s gonna be okay.” The pet name just slips out. Logan barely realises what he’s said until you look up at him all doe-eyed, nodding your head frantically. 

“I’m okay,” you say, “For now. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course, do you want to stay here for the night?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course I don’t mind, bub. I like having you here. Even better if it means I can take care of you while you need someone,” Logan says, and watches a soft smile spread on your face.

You sit up to wipe your eyes, only to realise you have no tears left. It’s been an hour since you got here, and you’ve calmed down. 

Logan held you, said all the right things, helped you see things clearly. You’re better off without that guy, and you know Logan will be here for you until you’re over him. More importantly, you’re sure he will be there for you beyond that too.

“Here you go,” Logan takes your teddy and gives him a special place on his nightstand, and lets you wrap your arms around him as you settle against his chest. He’s not sure what to do next, but it’s late and he assumes you have no energy to do anything other than sleep.

It surprises him when you speak up a few minutes later, though your voice is quiet.

“He couldn’t even make me cum…”

Logan looks at you and finds a pout on your lips but a glint in your eyes, the warm glow of his bedside lamp making you look like an angel.

He chuckles, “So you’re crying over a man that couldn’t even make his girl feel good?”

You nod your head and smile bashfully.

“When was the last time you were fucked well?”

You look away from Logan as you think, “Uh, I dunno.” 

“Hhmm. You didn’t miss it in all that time you were together?”

You turn to your side to lean up on your elbow, more awake again, “Well, I did. But maybe now I can… find someone better.”

You’re looking up right at Logan through your pretty eyelashes, and it’s subtle but so seductive, but he knows you’re too shy to initiate something, especially now when you probably feel guilty for not mourning your relationship more. But Logan is proud of you for realising your worth and ending it. Your ex should be the only one sad right now, not you.

“Of course you will,” Logan tells you, “You’ll find someone who loves you more than that idiot ever could and someone who will fuck you as good as you deserve.”

“Hmm, you think so?”

“I know so, bub.”

You give him a smile and move to lie down on your belly, head resting on your folded up arms. Your scooting around moves the blanket, pulling it off of Logan’s lap, revealing the half-hard bulge under his sweatpants. 

Logan pulls the blanket back in place, but he’s not sure if you saw.

“How will I know if I’m being fucked well? If I don’t have a reference…” you play with your hands, not looking at Logan.

“I could always show you,” Logan smiles, patiently waiting for you to gain the confidence to look back into his eyes, and you do.

“Only if you want to. But if I’m interpreting your signals right then..” you nod to his lap with a teasing smile.

“You saw…” Logan rolls his eyes at himself which earns him a sweet laugh from you, “Didn’t want you to think your pain makes me hard, or that I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Do I look like I’m in pain right now?” you giggle, a huge smile on your face, cheeks already getting warm with arousal, “And if you wanted to take advantage I’m sure you wouldn’t have waited for me to bring it up.”

“You sure about this, bub? We have all the time in the world.”

“I want you now, Logan. Been waiting to get the courage to break up with him so I could finally have a chance at being with you.”

“Really?” Logan asks, but you’re busy letting your gaze drift down his body, fixed on his lap now. Logan moves closer, and he takes your face in his hands, chuckling “You still with me, bub?”

You don’t reply. Instead, you push your mouth against his, and it’s the most intense kiss Logan has ever experienced. It’s like Logan can feel himself pulling all the pain from you with his lips, eating your pain alive and swallowing it, never to be seen again.

He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know that you’re smiling more than you have in weeks. He can feel a new energy radiating off your body. Something is healing in you. 

You kiss until you’re both breathless, smiling and horny. Logan’s erection is pressing against your leg, and he can practically smell how wet you are.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” Logan says, heart beating fast from how turned on he is.

You pause for a second, grinning and almost too needy to think, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“How about I show you?” Logan lies you on your back, slowly pushing your oversized sleep shirt over your hips, and kissing down your body, down to your knees and over your shins.

“Is this okay? Tell me if you wanna stop.”

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, skin heating up where he touches you to gently pull your knees apart, “Never stop.”

Logan chuckles against your warm skin where he kisses you, from the side of your knee to your upper inner thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how long I've needed you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” It’s hard to talk, but you’re getting the words out somehow, “Could’ve been with you ages ago.”

“Didn’t want to intervene with anything. You needed your time to break up. And I know good things take time, and…” his words die in his throat when his lips move to your panties. They’re soaked with wetness, and Logan inhales you, something between a moan and a whimper leaving his mouth.

“God, baby…” he whispers, settling down between your legs and then lifting them up over his shoulders, “You have no idea how badly I need to eat your pussy right now. Can I?”

You nod, fighting the urge to rip your panties off yourself.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Logan.. yes, yes.” It’s the only word you can think of right now, with the heat of his mouth so close to your clothed pussy. He smirks at your words and nuzzles his cheek between your legs, leaving your clit throbbing and the spot on your panties growing larger.

You clench around nothing when Logan trails the tip of his tongue up and down your pussy over your panties, your legs squeezing around his head, hands finding his hair.

“You gonna be a good girl for me and stop squirming? I wanna take my time with you, baby.” 

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, unsure if you can stop. But then Logan slowly pulls your panties to the side and seems to forget about wanting to take his time himself.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby–” he interrupts his own words by burying his face between your legs, licking his way up from your pussy to the top of your clit and moaning as if it were the best meal he’s ever tasted.

You tighten your hand in his hair to pull him even closer and he obeys your silent command, burying his face in you more, his beard, lips and nose now wet with you. Logan licks into your pussy, tasting you like a man starved, one of his big hands coming up your body to place it over your tit.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles more to himself, finger playing with your nipple as his tongue plays with your clit. It’s been so long since you experienced this type of pleasure that you’re close already.

“Logan…” it comes out as a whimper, and he smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yes, princess?”

“Might not last long..” you say, and it takes everything in you not to push his head down.

“That’s the point, baby,” he smiles, and goes back down. He brings his hands between your legs to spread your pussy lips so that he can get even closer. You feel vulnerable spread open for him like this, but it’s a comfortable vulnerability. Your heart feels content. You know you can trust him. He won’t hurt you.

You’re so wet that you’re almost embarrassed by how loud it sounds when Logan eats your pussy. A pleasure you’ve been missing in your life for a while rushes through your body when Logan begins to suck on your clit, and your back arches off the bed.

You cum with Logan’s name a whisper on your lips, and he doesn’t stop until you’re seeing stars and pushing his head away. 

Logan sits up from between your legs with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking it clean right after.

“You okay?” He smiles, and you realise how hard you’re panting.

“Yeah. I almost forgot what that feels like,” you confess.

“What, cumming?”

You nod with a pout that Logan quickly kisses away, covering your body with his as he hovers over you.

“Trust me, bub, we’ll make you remember all of it. You up for more tonight?”

“Yes,” you reply embarrassingly fast. You’re not sure you could stop if you wanted to, your body pumped full with the happiness hormones you haven’t felt in all too long.

Logan holds himself up over you with one arm, pulling down his pants. You’d tease him about the wet spot of precum on them, but you’re far too horny to think of what to say.

“Good, because you taste so delicious, baby, you’re not getting rid of me between your legs any time soon,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you as you grin against him. You don’t want him to leave, ever.

His big hand finds your thigh, and he gently pushes a finger in, then two, kissing you and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you’re doing is arching your back for him to push deeper.

“You want it, baby?”

You look down Logan’s body, eyes settling on his hard and wanting cock, the tip glistening with precum, “Mhmm,” you nod frantically, “I want it.”

“Been a while though…” you add hesitantly.

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll be gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world, okay?” He leans his forehead against yours and a smile spreads over your face again.

“Okay.” You lean up to kiss him, both of you getting lost in the way your tongues feel against each other for a few moments.

“Here,” Logan rubs a few messy circles over your pussy, his palm getting slick with your wetness. He wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself a few times to coat himself in the feeling of you.

“I’m ready,” you tell Logan before he can ask.

“Good girl.”

Logan trails his thumb over your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss, and butterflies erupt in your belly.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he says, and all you can do is look back up at him lovingly.

“You want me to put it in?” he asks, teasingly slapping his cock against your clit a few times. Then, he suddenly pauses.

The warmth of him above you is gone, but he’s not far. He’s leaning over to his bedside table, turning your teddy bear away from you two.

“He doesn’t need to see this,” he says all seriously, and you giggle.

You help him take off your shirt, and you’re bare underneath, and as good as it feels to have Logan distracted by how good your boobs look for a bit, you need him somewhere else.

“Logan?” you ask, and he looks back up at you, a nipple still in his mouth.

“Yes?” he licks a broad stripe over your nipple as he says it, and it comes out muffled.

“Kind of need you somewhere else.”

“Oh, do you, princess?” Logan hovers over you again, leaning on one forearm as his other hand rests on your tit, and he’s smirking down at you, “Where would that be?”

You grin widely, biting your lip as you carefully take his hand off you, and bring it between your legs. You don’t even have to guide him all the way to your pussy before his hand is gone from yours and he’s cupping your wet, warm pussy.

“Here, baby?” he brings two fingers up to his mouth to suck your wetness off them, and you nod as if in a trance.

“Okay, bub, you sure?”

“Yesss, Logan,” you let out a pathetic groan of frustration, your chest vibrating with the sound.

He smirks, bringing his hand, still slick with his spit, to your cheeks and squishing them together, “You’re so adorable when you’re horny, you know that, princess?” You bat his hand away at his teasing, but your grin might be even bigger than his.

Logan finally lifts one of your legs and pushes it up against your chest, rubbing a few lazy circles on your clit before he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. He’s doing it to tease you, but you see him lose his own composure, expression turning into a frown of neediness.

You share another quick but sloppy kiss during which you take Logan’s cock and rub it against your pussy. He only pulls away from the kiss to finally put the tip inside you.

“God,” he groans at just the first few inches, and you both calm yourself down to make sure this isn’t over immediately.

“I can take it,” you say, wrapping your arms around Logan’s neck.

“You’re my good girl, hm? Gonna take my cock? You sure?”

“Yes, Logan. Need all of it, please.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Logan slides his cock inside you, inch by inch, and you both moan when he bottoms out. 

“You feel good?” He asks, and all you can do is nod. You groan, only at the fact that he’s not moving yet.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he smiles, slowly starting to move, beginning to fuck you. And he was right, he’s fucking you well. Better than anything you’ve ever felt.

He pulls out almost entirely for the first few thrusts, then stuffing you full of his big cock again, your wet pussy pulsing around him, sucking him back in. Your heart beats happily against your chest and he can feel it too; he’s slotted against your body as closely as he can be.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. You still okay, princess?”

You grin and take his face to kiss him, his hips stilling just as he’s buried inside you as deeply as possible. You make out with him for a few seconds, pussy spasming around his uncontrollably, and you feel Logan squirm and pull out of you a bit because he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“That’s how good I feel,” you smile up at him.

Logan grins, burying his face in your neck to kiss you there as his hips begin to move again. He kisses over your jaw and your cheeks as a hand comes down to rub your clit. Together with his dick inside you, pulsing with warmth and pleasure, you suddenly feel all the energy of your body flowing between your thighs again.

You whimper against Logan’s face, your cheek catching against his.

“You close, baby?”

“Mhhm,” is the only sound you can muster as you cling to Logan, letting him fuck your pussy and play with your clit until you’re almost there.

“Such a good girl for me. Want you to cum for me, alright, princess? Gonna feel so fucking good, yeah?”

Your response is a whimper against his lips as you let go, and pleasure floods your body. Your pussy clenches around Logan’s dick, and while he’s still rubbing your clit, fucking you through your orgasm, he cums.

Logan cums so much you’re not sure where your orgasm ends and his begins, but you know you don’t stop feeling good until he’s drained until the last drop and your pussy is stuffed full with his cum.

You both slow down bit by bit, breathless and grinning at each other, not letting go. When Logan brings his hand back up between your faces, it’s slick with your wetness and covered in his cum, and you take his wrist to guide him towards your face.

You look Logan in the eyes as you suck his and your cum off his fingers, one by one, and Logan kisses you the second you’re done.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms when he lies down.

“Thank you,” you respond shyly, unsure what to say. You’re too happy to pay attention to your words.

“I’m always here for you, baby. You know that. And as soon as you’re ready to move on, I’ll take you on the best date of your life, okay?”

You grin, kissing his lips, “Okay. And until then?”

“Until then I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours every evening, and you can sleep in my bed whenever you don’t feel like being alone. Sound good?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling against his chest, your heart warm and happy as you feel yourself getting tired, “Sounds good.”

P.S. thank you for reading <3 reblog and let me know what you liked most about this fic for Logan to come and eat your pussy out every night <3

[devilander]

a mirror in half-light

18+ 1.5k. homelander x supe f!reader. blood, dirty talking, cunnilingus, use of telepathic powers, acts of violence mentioned (not between reader and HL)

From someone so concerned with shielding his mind, Homelander quickly comes to appreciate your telephatic powers and how useful they can be. Especially during a boring Seven meeting.

prompt sent by @infinetlyforgotten, thank you so much 🤍

When you were first introduced to the Seven, many, including your new colleagues, compared you to Mindstorm. Sure, there were some similarities—the ability to see a person’s thoughts or to project specific images. But that’s where it ended. 

The ace up to your sleeve, which distinguishes you and earned your supe name as Quickstep, is both your telepathic precognition, giving you leverage in hand to hand combat, and your crown and glory—possession. Supe or non-supes, all could have their minds hijacked by you; an ability Vought decided not to publicize. 

Your fellow partners in fighting crime knew, though; and from day one you could feel Homelander watching you with suspicion, a stare so filled with distaste your knees almost buckled. 

Seeing you in a corridor, Homelander signaled for you to approach.

“Quickstep,” he sneered, invading your personal space until he towered over you and your neck ached from looking so high up. “If I catch you using your little powers on me, be sure I’ll crack your spine. It’ll be easier than stomping on an ant. Got it?” His sudden artificial smile did nothing to lessen the weight of his words. 

Homelander was your hero, always, since childhood. Not only that, ever since you saw him for the first time, the shining blue eyes, the softness of his blonde hair, that commanding voice... You were a goner. And he most certainly knew. The disappointment almost, almost broke your heart. 

Little by little, however, with the unspoken promise you wouldn’t pry on his mind, you’d grown close. Partners in fighting crime, yeah, of course, but you had his back, no matter what. 

In one of your missions together, Homelander smeared in an innocent’s blood from head to toe, your first instinct was to help him—clean the mess. And you couldn’t lie, him in his violence and brutality did something to you. 

“Hey, you,” you murmured. “Let me help you, okay? Let me take care of it. Let me protect you.”

Surprisingly, he acquiesced. It took no more than minutes to possess the mind of some poor bystanders, having them fight and commit atrocious acts; they wouldn’t know what came over them and Vought would be too happy not to disclose. In quick action, the narrative changed; from rabid supe, to terrorist crowd. 

Later, you found yourself in his penthouse, in his bathtub, naked and cleaning the gore as he squeezed your waist. When you sealed your relationship with a bloodied kiss, you knew there was no turning back—and you loved it. Loved his quirks, his humor, his beautiful nose and soft hair, loved his flaws and all that came with it. Loved the tie that bound you forever. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” you whispered in his ear as you lay in his bed, a few hours before your meeting with the rest of the Seven. “I ache for you all the time. It overflows, sometimes.” You giggled, remembering when your desire burned you so passionately, so intensely, your mind had one focal point: Homelander and what he could do to your body. Without realizing, all your wants and needs were suddenly projected on his mind.

In the first time, you were fearful he’d throw a fit, but he simply grinned devilish at you. 

“Wow,” he laughed. “If I’d known more about your dirty little mind I would have put it to use a long time ago, babe.” 

After that, it became a fixture, in bed, in daily moments where voicing your thoughts wasn’t an option, or in missions when silent communication was useful. And bit by bit, he delighted in it, veritable proof of your devotion and love.

As it were, in this stolen moment, cuddled in his bed, he answered. “And I love you, my darling, My own mirror.” He nuzzled your neck. “No need to scream in my mind, I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy until you beg me to stop.” 

“I’d never,” you said breathily. 

Slowly kissing from your collarbone, to your stomach and thighs, mischievously looking you in the eye as he bit and kissed and licked everywhere around your cunt. His strength was enough to keep you in the exact place he wanted. Such a delicious torture. 

Finally he turned his attention to your clit, dragging his tongue over it in elaborate patterns—he was relentless, and you both moaned at the contact. You were loud, thrashing and screaming at the slightest touch, but only for him. He played your body perfectly. 

Your hands found his hair, soft to the touch, and yanked, wanting him closer and he groaned—the vibrations going straight to your core. Soon he started tongue-fucking, just as you liked it, going deep and slow, alternating to trace your slit from your asshole to your clit; not one part of you ignored. 

“Fuck, you taste so good. You’re fucking made for me, your pussy is mine, mine, understand that?”

“It’s yours! It’s all yours. Please, Homelander, please—”

“Please what?”

“Let me come, let me come in your mouth, I want to feel you.” It was all too much, the mess his tongue made, the wetness running down your pussy and dripping in the mattress.

Moaning, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, as he squeezed your ass, bringing you even closer. You cried from the pleasure he woke in you, and even in this madness you caressed his hair, closing your legs until he was in the position you liked most: with a perfect view of his face, his soft locks, his bright eyes. 

He smirked, squeezing you tighter, until you no longer touched the bed, and he slapped your ass so hard your whole body trembled. 

“Like that, princess? Like when I do whatever the fuck I want with your sweet body? Now show me. Show me what you want.” 

You complied instantly. 

You imagined him feasting on your pussy, licking it all until his spit and your slick became one and the same. His fingers marking your ass, your thighs; biting so deeply even your invulnerable skin would cleave to his superior strength. You wanted his tongue deep inside you, for yours on end, fucking your pussy so good your legs would spasm and you would scream for all the Tower to hear, pussy clenching just the way he liked. You wanted it all—Homelander slurping on your clit and swirling his tongue, making you squirt and swallowing it all, leaving his chin a beautiful fucking mess. 

In the aftermath, body boneless and exhausted, you wanted his fingers, for him to drag it all over your juices and make you swallow and gag on it. Then, in a little tenderness, he'd give you a breathtaking kiss, further proof of your intimate lovemaking. 

As you projected all of this on his mind, his smile grew bigger, more wicked. And you knew he'd deliver it, or even more. 

“You really are such a slut.” You giggled; it was all in the game.

Later on, as all the Seven were debating their latest terrorist attack, and what plan they'd need to put in action, all you could think was Homelander. His hands on you, his tongue lapping at your clit and his disheveled hair—which, you noticed, he didn't fix for the meeting. It wasn't fair, he was too mean at taunting you.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him and he knew. Flashes of your morning together ran through your mind. No matter how satisfied you'd been, you wanted more, again, all the time. You wanted his kisses and devastation, his head between your legs and his mouth both teasing and giving you the most world-shattering pleasure. 

You wanted to caress his hair, your newfound obsession, while he fucked you, hiting that sweet spot and filling you up with his come.

In your daydreams, you tuned out from the conversation, and like being burned you found Homelander staring straight at you, an expression oh so familiar. Unintentionally he'd become the spectator of your fantasies. 

Rising from his chair so quickly you barely caught it, Homelander said, “That's enough for today. I have other things to take care of. Quickstep, you stay.”

Whispers of complaint were quickly shut down, as Homelander glared at them until each and everyone left the room.

“Well, well, seems like someone is still wantin' for more.”

He laid his hands on your chair, then turned it so you were face to face. 

“I couldn't help it,” you smirked. “I can't get enough.”

“But that's not fair, don't you think?" He clucked his tongue. "It's your turn to please me.” He pulled you from the chair, and manhandled you until you fell to your knees with a thud. “Now, princess, get to work.”

[lakesbian]

wildbow worldbuilding in twig is like. one time imperial england tried to make domesticated human slaves. we're going to occasionally allude to the academy commiting insane war crimes in places theyre colonizing. essentially every character in the entire book is white. but also here's this random black doctor, the academy is chill with black people because knowledge is knowledge. no yeah the college that uses people as fodder for human experimentation & dead bodies for reanimated corpse servant parts is completely nonpartial and colorblind in where it gets those people and bodies from. nothing uncomfortable is happening here don't worry about it. that said they did try to create a species of domesticated humans to be slaves in india though. but they're colorblind. don't worry about it. yeah the main character is going to briefly buy slaves in arc 8 but he's, like, nice-ish to them and sets them free after using them for his purposes so we're not going to dwell. people of color barely exist because then we would have to think about the state of racism in the world and that's problematic and complicated, but when they do exist, it's a coin flip on if everything is The Most Atrociously Racist Ever (for Flavor!!!) or if Nothing Is Racist At All, because the alternative would be Uncomfortable. it's a mess. it is such an egregious mess. personally if i were wildbow i would have spent a lot of time thinking about sensitive worldbuilding and hiring a wide range of sensitivity readers before i did any of this but what do i know

[chorusofcrows]

EIGHT.

“I don’t like children, but I’m not stupid about them to know this is a bad fu-” Villain looked down at Sidekick with distaste, “-fudging idea.”

Hero let their elbow rest on Villain's shoulder, propping themselves off, “They’re safer with someone to show them the ropes, sweetheart. They were trying to stop a robbery themselves in a bandana and hoodie when I found them.”

Muttering “Don’t call me sweetheart,” Villain pushed Hero off, straightening themselves, “They wouldn’t take to the streets themselves if you did your job.”

“They wouldn’t have taken to the streets if people like you” -Hero pressed Villain nose, mouthing ‘Boop’- “weren’t commiting atrocious crimes.”

Villain’s eyes narrowed, glowering, “I’m not fighting them.”

Hero beamed, “Well that’s perfect, because if you did, it would make my request a bit… awkward.”

Villain’s fist tightened, growling, “What. Request.”

“Remember when I saved your life on the bridge?”

“I didn’t ask you to save me, Hero. What. Request.”

Hero twiddle their thumbs together, “Well I supposed since I saved you, you might’ve owed me a little, tinsy tiny favor.”

“Didn’t know you saved people so they could owe you depts,” Villain forced a smile, “What. Request.”

“Well, I don’t exactly have a place for them to stay, you know, my apartment is pretty small-living.”

Villain raised an eyebrow, not liking where this was going.

“And well, you’re always saying stuff like ‘ohh, villainy pays, baby'"

Baby, Sidekick mouthed, brows furrowed.

“I’m not housing your stray, Hero.”

But dammit, they really couldn’t say no to Hero.

[bennie-jerry]

Sorry not sorry, y'all have got to stop destroying people's property in the name of 'protest.'

I don't care how valid you think you are in hating another person. I don't care what your politics are. I don't even care what the heck you believe or don't believe. You could have the most valid reason ever in the world, and I still wouldn't care because this is atrocious behavior.

By y'all destroying, breaking, setting fire to, and vandalizing Teslas by putting Swastikas on them, you are committing legitimate CRIMES. You are breaking someone's property. And not even because the actual person with the car DID something to YOU, but because you don't like the PERSON who bought the BUSINESS to have the cars made (because Tesla was around before Elon ever had his hands on it).

You say you guys want people to take you seriously, that you're the party of love and acceptance, but then go around and terrorize people doing stuff like THIS. How can people listen to your side when you don't even make your side appealing to listen to?

I don't care what you think is right or not. I don't care what your politics are. Hate MAGA all you want. Hate Elon all you want. Hate Trump all you want.

But that does NOT give you the RIGHT to cause destruction onto someone else's property. It doesn't not give you the right to burn someone's belongings (especially not if those belongings cause toxic fumes to go into the air). It definitely doesn't give you the right on the grounds of politics. Because wanna know what that means? It means you're committing a hate crime. And what qualifies as a hate crime? This:

"Hate crime in criminal law involves a standard offence with an added element of bias against a victim because of their physical appearance or perceived membership of a certain social group."

If politics has you so worked up to the point where you are willing to actively ruin someone's property, do not be surprised when the political party you are a part of all of a sudden has people not wanting to listen to you.

Crap like this is EXACTLY why I don't want to be on this side of politics anymore. The reds certainly aren't the best either (absolutely not). But I can say for darn sure (as a former blue) that y'all have lost your darn minds if this is what you think is okay to do.

I don't care how justified you think are you for doing it because let's be completely honest here:

If the roles were reversed and someone’s property was vandalized with hate symbols because they were left-leaning, because they supported Biden or Kamala, you guys would be FUMING.

The hypocrisy isn't a cute look, babe.

If it wouldn't be okay for someone to do it to YOU, don't do it another person. It's that simple. And if your politics don't or can't agree with that, maybe you need a better outlook on what your politics actually are and WHY you support it. Because something is clearly wrong if you think crimes like this are justified.

[crackhead4]

I had this idea in my head about an AU from the new transformers one movie.

So you know how the planet is made by this basically higher entity? God? Idk, and they probably knew what exactly was happening on this planet cause , well, they ARE the planet.

What happens if they weren't happy with the outcome of the end of the movie? What happens if they send some back in time with their memory intact completely? They knew exactly what happens, where everyone is like they can feel a bug on their own body. They remember the exact events that made their time line their own, even if they weren't involved in these events.

Now imagine, the obvious choice would be Optimus Prime because of the matrix and stuff, BUT now hold on, IF IT WASN'T HIM. not to like be nice to do the poor guy like noooo. I feel like this AU he should also keep his memories. However, he doesn't know that their HIS memories. That he has these very life like (or robot like?) dreams while he sleeps. He doesn't know why he has them, he doesn't know how they started, why this is only happening to him, he doesn't want to know why this look alike D-16 doesn't act like HIS D-16 and he doesn't even know why his brain ( or is it like brain panel or smth) us making up thus crazy conspiracy theory about Sentinel Prime. All he does know, however, is something in his veins ( I'm not even attempting to try and guess the robot version of veins) is telling him to stay close to HIS D-16. He probably thinks he's going crazy but is lole really good at hiding it, so he goes down to like the archeives to see what the answer is to allllll his questions and dream problem.

ANYWAY (I swerved very off topic) the mech I want to see spiral themselves in the future is D-16, not because there are probably better options like Elita or Bee or hell even Sentinel Prime would be a crazy thing to happen. I WANT TO SEE THIS MAN SUFFER, THAYS WHY.

Because just imagine how Megatron must feel after the movies, it would be perfect and so goddamn MESSY. He probably in grief with losing his best friend/lover (cause we all saw what was going on), then seeing and believing the fact that the matrix is using his dead best friend/lover's body as a way to beat him, having to battle the guilt he must feel for letting go of Orion while he battles this Optimus Prime wear that wears Orion's skin and THEN getting banished by his only home, taking over and leading a whole revolution army on the same night AND THUS (and yes that wasn't a type-o that says THUS) creating THE most depressing, heartbreaking, dramatic, bloody divorce in the history of Cybroton have ever seen.

So now you can see why I want to just pull this mindset and just plop it right back into D-16, the cogless miner. He restarts again from the very beginning, with Orion waking him up, saying he has an idea. The utter carnage and chaos that would ensue would be beyond my imagination right now at like 9:07 at night.

BUT YEAH CIRCLE BACK to the fact that I said they would remember every major event that caused their timeliness to be THEIR timeline, which would mean Megatron would remember everything that happened. He would remember Sentinel Prime's betrayal not just like D-16 but as the Primes the crime wqs committed to. He would feel it like Alphatrion, Megatronus and etc. He would feel the utter rage that Sentinel had when the matrix didn't choose him as the leader and faded right in his hands. He would feel the detach when Airachnid would feel when watching over Sentinel's shoulder and seeing exactly what he does and seeing nothing wrong with it.

HE WOULD FEEL SO MUCH AND I COUPD GO ON AND ON AND ON ABOUT, THIS BUT ANWAY-

I just really want to see what fanfic writers would make if given this prompt cause it's been on Mt mind and he'll I've thought about writing it about like inec as was like Hell no cause I know it would be atrocious to read.

Plus, I really wanted to get this idea just onto something, at least to get it out of my brain but now i don't think that's gonna happen cause now I'm gonna be daydreaming about how other people would work this story idea 😭😭.

BUT YH IF ANYONE IS GONNA MAKE THIS PLEASE TAG BE IN IT SO I COULD READ IT 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[americanwh0rerstory]

her patient, his savior [kit walker]

SUMMARY: when kit gets thrown into briarcliff for a second time, yet again for a crime he didn’t commit, he meets a nurse: Y/N

CONTENT WARNING: violence, briarcliff, mental asylums, angst, platonic relationship but could be romantic depending on your perspective

A/N: the dates might be wrong, but i couldn’t find any explicitly stated dates so i had to use what i could. this does not match up with the ending of the show but it’s an idea that came to me

NO NSFW. PLS ENJOY

being a nurse at briarcliff wasn’t an easy job. you’d deal with the aftermath of the brutal punishments that the sisters would give to the patients. the welts, the burns, you saw the lot of it.

nobody there was anyone you wanted to associate with, it was clear that 9/10 people seemingly deserved to be there. granted you didn’t know most of them, but you read their files and found their backstories. however one person stuck out to you: kit walker.

a charming man who managed to be discharged from briarcliff. he was framed for the bloodyface murders and thrown into the asylum without a second thought. judging by his files he endured a lot. the electrotherapy, the beatings, the hydrotherapy, it was atrocious. he was discharged in 1965 though, so why was this relevant? why were you reading his files in 1971?

kit was back. back for murder. He knew that Alma murdered Grace, but he couldn’t let Alma take the fall for it; he gave himself up to save her, a chivalrous act for his wife.

This same Mr walker had just entered your infirmary looking beaten up. his eye was blackened, bottom lip bloodied, and god knows what else. But kit was your nicest patient, he wasn’t creepy and was polite. he was like a saint in a house of devils.

“sista’, mind fixin’ me up?” he asks in his boston drawl, standing in the doorway waiting for you to give him permission to be seen. he knew he didn’t need to ask, but he still wanted to be polite and keep that sense of humanity in him. his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead a little with the sweat presumably from the fight he got himself into. kit was such a sweet soul, you never believed anyone when they said he was violent.

“of course kit” you beam softly, not wanting to seem overly eager but also not wanting to seem monotonous like everyone else here. it was either monotony or anger, no in between. to kit you were his ray of sunshine in this place, he appreciated having a nice nurse this time round rather than Dr Arden.

“thanks-” he began to say, cutting himself off with a hiss of pain when the antiseptic made contact with some of his grazes and cuts.

“sorry, ‘s just hurtin’ a little” he mumbled, apologising for his reaction to the cool antiseptic wipe you began to run along his battered body.

the two of you made idle chit chat whilst you fixed him up, your eyes meeting his occasionally. he made you laugh with some sort of witty comment/remark he made, and you giggled like a school girl with a crush.

nothing could happen though, he still had alma on the outside. nothing would ever happen… right?

A/N: i’m gonna be real and say i got a bit lazy towards the end and also couldn’t be bothered to make a banner. i’ve got a lot to work on so fics might be slightly lower quality than usual, but i’ll try my best <3

[kyouka-supremacy]

Some of my friends watch BSD but refuse to read the manga and Im just... like sure do your thing i dont judge you but. Please just read the manga lol. They have no idea how much Bones screw up stuff and how they miss on so many things from the manga.

Like i would probably not ship sskk if i was just a anime only, for example. Bc so many things are left out from manga. Also so many things feel homophobic bc of bones. Bones only loves adding skk fanservice bc it gives them money

Yeah 😔 It's hard to keep a “to each their own” aptitude when you feel like one version is so significantly better than the other, I really share the struggle. And the bsd anime is a very good and faithful adaptation compared to others, but if you're deeply attached to the source material you really can't help but feel like a lot of nuance gets lost. To say the author has stated times and times again that he follows the script writing process closely, and hasn't missed a single meeting [citation needed]; after all, the season 5 ending couldn't have happened like we know it without that. Even then, when you're a manga reader every cut line no matter how trivial feels extremely important, and every omitted scene is such a missed gem (╥﹏╥)

The anime also suffers from some plainly technical limitations, like the choice of art style that I never was a big fan of (and that becomes even less likeable for me at every season) and that doesn't reflect the refined charm of Harukawa's art style, or plain budget limitations that end up committing atrocious vibes adaptation crimes (you know). Characters relationships are built on nuance, and yet nuance is the easiest to gets lost in translation, so I understand why you say you wouldn't ship sskk from the anime alone.

Then again, watching the anime, and waiting to see how each of your favourite scenes is going to be adapted, is always an exciting experience! And the anime does have its moments too, like some great openings like Reason Living and True Story, or the stunning detailed backgrounds that are such a trademark of the bsd anime. I really like the sskk scene at the top of the Moby Dick at the end of episode 23, for me it's the one scene out of the whole thing that looks better in the anime than it does in the manga.

[walks-the-ages]

If I see one more post about "trump almost getting assassinated means its the end of the world he's guaranteed to win the election now" I'm going to scream.

First of all, stop doomposting. Get your head out of that mindset, and if you can't get out of that mindset, not filling your dash with doom will genuinely help.

Second of all, Trump was already almost guaranteed to win. If you're anywhere that is not on Tumblr, Biden's polling numbers are atrocious for individual states as well as nation-wide.

~60% of Americans disapprove of Biden.

~67% of Americans want Biden to step down and let another candidate run.

Instead of spending your time crying about how everyone needs to

"Vote for Biden, because even though he's actively commiting genocide right now, at least he promises that he will protect abortion rights and trans rights if he's elected into power for another four years!"

aka

"Vote for Hitler, because while he may not like other people, at least he promises to not take away the rights of Germans here in our country!"

Instead of supporting a genocide (voting for Biden, and trying to convince people to vote for him which is the opposite of beating a dead horse) and thinking the world is going to end if Trump gets elected, you should be

1) Research your other candidate options for November. It takes a single google search of "Presidential election candidates" and it'll come up with countless polls and articles about who all of the independent and third party candidates are.

2) Organizing within your local community, or at the very least, just. Get out there and get to know people. Get to know your neighbors, your cashiers at the local grocery store, join a local gardening Facebook group and start a small food garden, in the ground or in containers. Make some community connections, so if shit hits the fan, you have a local support network, and can help each other.

3) Listen to Palestinians. Listen to Indigenous people. Listen to Black activists. Listen to the marginalized groups who have been begging for years, decades, for people to see that there is no "Lesser Evil" if the side wearing blue hat continues to commit genocide, murders minorities, puts kids in cages, continues to put unlawful embargos on entire nations, and continues to commit war crimes and attempt to topple the governments of other nations.

Project 2025 has been the Republican plan for when they get elected for the last 40 years, they just so happen to have a fancy PDF to fear monger with this year.

The entire world is not going to end if Donald Trump gets elected, and if you truly do think it is, instead of attempting to convince people to vote for a man committing genocide that more than half the country disapproves of, how about you spend your energy on convincing BIDEN to halt all military aid to Israel and to use the troops HE stationed in Israel to actually give aid and prevent more war crimes?

Oh wait. He can't do that, he's already committed so many war crimes. they already dressed up as aid workers and slaughtered 300 innocent people for the "sake" of 2 hostages that Israel has refused all actual negotiations to return them, because Israel literally doesn't care about hostages, it just wants all of Gaza gone and under Israeli control.

You don't fucking bomb the place you think hostages are in, you don't go around slaughtering innocent people if you care about hostages, including slaughtering your own people you're supposedly there to rescue.

Biden literally said that if there were no Israel, America would have to invent its own. His opinion has not changed one bit, and you can see it every time he and his group call college students protesting genocide "outside actors", when he further militarizes the police so they can shoot, beat, and maim peaceful protestors. When he claims to have seen photographs of beheaded babies that don't exist and continues to spout claims long -debunked about October 7th.

"violence does not belong in our politics, but only when it doesn't involve me sadistically supporting crimes against humanity and genocide"

Anyways this post is long and rambling.

Tldr: stop acting like its the end of the world if Trump gets elected. Instead of screaming people need to vote for Genocide Joe, focus your attention on getting him to step down so another candidate can take his place in August. Look up third party candidates, and organize in your local community.

And, don't forget your daily clicks!

[cringefailvox]

https://www.tumblr.com/cringefailvox/764976225598029824/my-ultimate-fantasy-for-hazbin-s2-is-a-reveal-of?source=share

I give zero fucks about Alastor, but Valentino *IS* irredimable, rape *IS* the worst thing a person can commit. More than rape, Valentino ENSLAVES sex workers, dehumanizes them and abuse every single part of their existence. He is irredimable. He is a monster. Rapists are monsters and they don't deserve any kind of sympathy. The fandom hating Val more than Alastor is not a big deal as some people think it is, it's literally being a normal human being. (Alastor is also terrible, a serial killer and what he does to Husk is horrible, but even if he gets some sort of redemption it would be much better than giving a rapist redemption)

i hear you, but i respectfully disagree on a few points. apologies for how philosophical / unrelated to hazbin this is going to get, but i'm also a correlated philosophy major and i can't help it.

firstly, i generally resist the urge to strip the humanity from people who have committed atrocious crimes, because it's a slippery slope. dehumanization is always extremism, even if you're doing it to someone who you might think deserves it, because then how do we measure when a person has gone too far to be human anymore? how can we objectively measure the no-return threshold of irredeemability? i personally don't think we can, and that we shouldn't try. it classifies certain actions as outlandishly beyond the pale of the everyday person, when in reality anyone is capable of doing horrific things, and i'm not interested in obscuring that truth. it absolves responsibility.

secondly, with the understanding that obviously we're discussing a fictional character that has no bearing on the material world, i am wary of the claim that rape is the worst thing someone can do. not because i disagree, but because i don't believe in some objective scale of badness where each crime is neatly filed and ranked according to how horrible it is. it's sort of ridiculous how subjective morality is when you get down to brass tacks and super frustrating occasionally but it is what it is.

i also don't think there's such a thing as someone being irredeemable. cards on the table, i'm religious, and my tradition holds that redemption is possible for everyone - someone who is incapable of change may as well not be alive, and no one is incapable of missing the mark. in judaism, murder is the worst thing you can do someone, because there can be no complete repentance "unless the injured party has been appeased" (mishna yoma 8:9), and you can't repair a relationship with a dead person. of course, there's no compulsion for forgiveness either.

this is also tied to my rejection of punitive justice / the death penalty in general but i digress. this is really dicey, subjective moral territory, and i really don't have a perfect answer. i am just personally bothered by the idea that we can categorically revoke someone's ability to feel remorse and change their ways if they've "gone too far" and become some nebulous, inhuman monster by crossing the subjective line we've drawn in the sand. you can believe that rape is the absolute worst thing anyone can do, but i just want you to consider why you believe that beyond the cop-out that your belief makes you "a normal human being". your moral values are not universal, and neither are mine, and i would gently suggest examining your principles and whether they're based on punishment or rehabilitation & coexistence. there's really excellent scholarship out there on restorative justice and the shift away from carceral thinking, so i'll link some of those here:

breaking free of the prison paradigm by judy c. tsui

sexual violence and the possibilities of restorative justice by nicole westmarland, et al

restorative justice: the challenge of sexual and racial violence by barbara hudson

feminism, rape, and the search for justice by clare mcglynn

[maxwellhauskaffee]

I remember reading somewhere someone explaining how you can have a likable villain, such as Walter White, and the reason you like them is because they're horrible and the show makes no excuses for their state of being.

Walt's conflict with others and seeing how amoral he becomes makes him compelling. Same for Gus. Even Tuco's likable despite being insane because he's Daffy Duck with a Jericho 941.

I know it's been said ad-nauseum as to how Stolas is a shitty character, but the problem lies with the fact that the authors never commit in a direction that would make him compelling or likable as a morally good or bad character.

I want to note: just because someone's bad doesn't mean they have to suffer the consequences *coughpilotStolascough*. This isn't an Aesop - we're not five. It's hell. In this universe, bad people arguably should get away with bad things. So why doesn't this work with Stolas?

-- Woobie Syndrome -- For me, the problem is the show excuses Stolas being bad in an attempt to make him appear good.

SO - I'm going to dissect how to do this right with various characters without excusing what they did.

-- Excusing vs. Contextualizing --

The first hurdle in creating a compelling amoral or questionably moral character is understanding why they do what they do. Of course, I'll be using Breaking Bad as an example because, well, fuck you.

Gus, Jesse, and Walter - each of them has a woobie backstory that makes them more likable. Of course, this isn’t strictly necessary, but it's how Breaking Bad executes and layers everything that’s truly magical.

More importantly, their backstories don’t excuse what they do; they contextualize who they are as people.

Gus Fring's "woobie" backstory is that his lover was killed by the cartel, which ignites his desire for revenge. Through this murder, Gus learns that he must be meticulous and non-threatening to make his twenty-year plan a reality. He also realizes from this incident that he must understand what people want, rather than assuming he knows.

Gus is subtle by nature, which contrasts with his personality ( spiteful / wrathful ), and this is depicted in everything he does.

He uses nuanced psychological tactics. Perfect example is his surroundings. He works as a manager in person and donates funds to charity while living a moderate lifestyle. This makes him unassuring and relatable to the average person. When inviting Walt to his house, Gus leaves toys around to tap into Walter's sense of masculinity and responsibility as a family man, appealing to his desire to provide. With Jesse, Gus sees someone who is lost, easy to influence, and doesn't receive respect. Gus uses Mike to create a wedge between Jesse and Walter so he can kill Walter and use Jesse to manufacture, knowing Jesse likely won't cause conflict in production.

While Gus's facade is to be kind and unassuming to get what he wants, he has a limit.

If you disrespect his agreements or rules, he'll show his repressed nature. Better still, it's foreshadowed by prior statements he made and his story about the coati.

I won't get too deep into the other two, but based on the triptych I've made, you can deduce how they're similarly done. But in short for them:

Jesse's woobie backstory is that his parents abandoned him and he becomes a pawn in everyone else's story. Yet he's lazy and unmotivated despite having extreme talent in chemistry and woodworking.

Jesse's sloth, low self-esteem, and gullible nature cause him to commit atrocious crimes. He murders an innocent man ( Gale Boetticher ). He influences the relapse of his girlfriend ( Jane Margolis ) while breaking up her family ( Donald Margolis ) and also second-hand causes her OD. He steals, lies, and cheats his partner ( Walter White ) early on while spending Walt's money and "borrowing" an RV from Combo's aunt (?). He tries to sell meth to rehab patients.

-- POV Preference --

Because Jesse, Gus, and Walt are pivotal pov characters, we see things from their perspectives and accounts. We feel what they feel.

There were brief moments in watching BB that I momentarily forgot they're drug manufacturers murdering and ruining the lives of millions with their products. I felt bad for them!

But from Gale's perspective, a crazy man ( Jesse ) has come to murder him for no reason. From Walt's ( and later Jesse's ) perspective, Gus is a sociopath who uses and kills children. From Jesse's perspective, Walt's a narc who would kill a child ( Brock Cantillo ) and never cared for him.

Imagine Jesse's parents as pov characters. From Jesse's perspective, they're assholes who ignored his dying aunt ( who he was the sole caretaker of ) and who held him to an impossible standard and only cared about achievements, not who he is as a person.

From their perspective. Jesse's an ungrateful child born into privilege that he squandered. He's a repeat drug addict and dealer who would negatively influence their son who's on the right track.

They're both correct. Even more so since they're not omnipresent like we are.

-- Consistent Consequences --

In Breaking Bad, the tone of everything is consistent. The world is meant to be grounded like our own with funny moments here and there. The characters are thoroughly established and explored in isolated and social settings, thus establishing the rules of how they operate. This establishment of the rules means any deviation that's not been consistently established creates a tonal whiplash or plot/character inconsistency. Every character has a sin that begets their downfall.

When I saw this state of Walter, I didn't think, "omg poor babeee," I thought, "what the absolute fuck. You threw away a good life because you were too narcissistic to take the help from your friends and family. Your actions have literally killed hundreds."

Walt's not tragic and pitiful because he's an innocent woobie. Walt's tragic and pitiful because he's a guy who was down on his luck. A man who was shaped by the traumatic event of watching his father die. A man who made stupid ass decisions out of hubris thus turning his life and the lives of those around him a living hell. And the show establishes all of this from subtle to overt actions he takes starting in episode 1.

The show doesn’t excuse Walt’s actions. It contextualizes them so we understand him and empathize with him as a POV character. But at his core, we know who and what he is. By the end of the show, it further solidifies this, establishing that he’s the architect of his own demise.

So why does Stolas feel broken?

( God this screen shot. He could've been a cool villain wtf. )

-- Tonal Inconstency --

Everyone knows that pilot Stolas is best Stolas for me. The dynamic was simple: he pesters Blitzo for sex in exchange for his book and Blitzo tries to run his business. Good set up. Great.

But starting with LooLoo Land, they went with coffee shop au Stolas because someone suggested it on Viv's team and she just ran with it.

I don't like the latter BUT - this still could've worked.

The problem with this is, common with Viv's works, none of this was planned. There wasn't a blueprint as to who was who, the conflicts that could cause, and where to go.

Of course I write gay little fanfics so I know you won't know everything upfront. But Even then I still had a blueprint for the first five chapters to ensure tonal consistency and backstory. Any edits I've had to make at current have been extremely minor. Also, I'm one writer and editor whereas Viv has a team of four writers for HoaB.

The show takes place in hell, yet Breaking Bad feels and is more edgy, amoral, and demonic than HoaB ever is. Which is crazy because - it's hell.

I know a lot of HoaB critics hate that Stolas is a racist who extorts a lower-class individual for sex, but I like that. This is hell. I want to see evil things, even as a dark comedy, and how that plays out.

I like that the show establishes Stolas as a well-meaning but shitty dad who's priotizing sex over family obligations ( his daughter ).

I love that he's consistently condescending to socially lower classes without seeing that as a problem. Why would he? He's been raised in luxury and he's a Goetia.

Up until around s1e5 everything felt more like a dark comedy. What was promised and shown in the pilot. But - major cracks started to show around this point for me...

Octavia mentions that her parents used to love each other and get along. This is hinted at in paintings in their house. If they didn't get along before, Octavia would've mentioned that or not said how they used to get along. No person I've ever known who had a parent being abused didn't not notice that shit...

Because season 1 is primarily a comedy, the "abuse" scenes play out like one. I initially thought this further exploration between Stolas and Stella would be "Tom and Jerry antics" with Stella trying to kill her cheating husband as a kind of c-plot.

So the tone and plot consistency is breaking from Octavia's comments and what was established prior, but nothing super major... YET.

After this, we get the amazing scene in s1e6 where Blitzo trips balls and reveals more about him as a person.

Fizz's line, "You tried the solo act - didn’t work out so well!" builds on his introduction in s1e2. Because this is from Blitzo’s pov, I wonder "what and why" in a good way. So far this trip aligns with Blitzo's character highlighting his persistence in maintaining his business to mask his lack of self-worth - both in terms of class and interpersonal relationships.

Then we get Stolas...

The way I interpreted this scene is that Blitzo is stuck in the muck of his past mistakes with ex friends and lovers. The golden stairs appear, which seem to represent his idea of moving up in life through Stolas, even at the expense of his integrity ( insert chains motif ).

But then, Dream Stolas says, "Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?" which I initially thought was him mocking Blitzo, as this is true in the context of his peers, NOT Stolas who he's shown to hate with NO inkling of lust or love. Only transaction for the book.

This makes more sense with what we've been shown, right? There's been no covert or overt hints that either Blitzo or Stolas love each other nor want to be with each other beyond the lustful transaction of sex. RIGHT???

Stolas saves the day and looks like an intimidating asshole. He's upset because Blitzo almost got caught, which would jeopardize Stolas' job, which is shown here to be his primary concern. The lighting and framing of this eludes to all of this.

So far so good. Everything about their dynamic is intact while heightening Stolas as a threat to Blitzo if he fucks up again.

This is a good escalation of conflict! It's been established that despite wanting to be a professional Blitzo is anything but, which is also good internal conflict for him.

THEN OZZIE'S HAPPENS.

Stolas is watching TV where some imp says, "why won't you love me Alejandro?" And Stolas replies, "that's a mood, Gabriela!"

In isolation, I like this little scene! Scary but affable demon has a soft spot for soap operas. Nice comedy. But unfortunately, this is foreshadowing to something that will be poorly executed s2 onwards...

The payoff is Blitzo lies to Stolas that he's asking him on a date so he can spy on Moxxie and Millie. First: Blitzo was in the wrong for this. He's being creepy and exploiting someone's lust for him. But this is consistent for him. He exploited Stolas for sex before, and he's shown in the prior episodes to have weird attachment issues with his coworkers. Solid. Good.

This works so long as the tone remains a dark comedy. But as seen in s1e6 THE SHIFT HAS BEGUN. So these kinds of exaggerated jokes start to not work when the show wants us to take the moral consequences of these characters seriously.

I'm going to do something controversial... I'm going to give Stolas a slight pass in this episode. From his pov he thinks Blitzo is being sincere. From his pov he doesn't see the power-dynamics of his past actions because - it's hell; there's a caste system. For all he knows: this is sincerely a fun date that an imp, being lower class, would enjoy as he's being offered privileges he normally doesn't have access to.

Stolas is making an effort to know and accommodate Blitzo. "What are you looking at? Do you prefer red or white wine? How was your day? How did you kill them? So what made you decide to ask me out after all this time?"

This is GOOD. This is showing that, while not malicious in his prior treatment, Stolas is at least highly privileged and ignorant but wants companionship. Gilded cage and all that. You can work with this. You can have great internal and external conflict here.

But the core thing that should be retained is Stolas' past and future actions are still deplorable. The inherent nature of these actions shouldn't be ignored by Blitzo because Blitzo's been calling them out since s1e1. Stolas offered sex for his book, knowing Blitzo needs it. He's constantly condescending to Blitzo primarily for his species ( imp ) and treats him like a plaything.

Since Blitzo historically dislikes Stolas' racism and being treated as a play thing because he's an imp and Stolas wants to care for and be with Blitzo: Stolas will have to endure the growth and setbacks of his past actions.

That's what Ozzie's is now setting up as their arc. So long as the show remembers this while becoming more serious in tone, it'll be good.

Right?

RIGHT?

SO THEN THIS SHIT HAPPENS.

To me this was the first scene that really let me know the prior character relations are dead as is the primary tone ( comedy ). It went from funny toxic yaoi ship to woobie toxic yaoi ship.

-- Rewrites and Retcons --

Remember that scene of Blizo being chained by Stolas? It wasn't an allegory for their toxic WORK relationship. No... It was ALSO because Stolas loved him and Blitzo loves Stolas but Blitzo didn't think Stolas could love him because insert garden scene from s2e9 reasons which contradicts Blitzo's reasons from s2e8. This extends to almost everything concerning who Stolas is and it travels to other characters to ensure both Blitzo and Stolas are woobies with Stolas being the worst offender.

Stolas didn't cheat because he's a spoiled lustful Goetia from privilege! He cheated because his wife is a domestic abuser ( insert Octavia's claims of otherwise ), he's a downtrodden closeted gay, and he was lonely! It wasn't bad that he cheated when he could've simply divorced his wife when Octavia came of age or beforehand! The gay human who cheated on his wife and prevented her family from seeing their kids proves Stolas is innocent and all of this is morally ok! Because the gay humans are happy! STOLAS DID NOTHING WRONG. That gay man's wife was mad that her husband cheated on her and prevented them from seeing her family, which makes her worse than Hitler!

Tracking back a bit - there's a lot of shit that happens from the dumbass "we knew each other as kids" shit and SO MUCH OTHER CRAP. But essentially, not only does the tone shift in a way that's a whiplash, it breaks the established character motivation and lore.

Blitzo first and foremost, since s1e1, wants to be his own man and not looked down upon. He has a contempt for higher classes due to his treatment as an imp. S1 Stolas was a perfect foil for Blitzo because he stood for everything Blitzo hated. Stolas is rich, classist, and racist. Even when Stolas was trying to be courteous, it's not until s2e8 that he KINDA' apologizes for the sexual exchange he had Blitzo under.

I know there's a lot of hate for this scene, but it still works in parts. Of course Blitzo wouldn't believe Stolas because their history has been largely transactional. Of course Stolas would be upset because he's too dense to realize this fact and how it could affect Blitzo's outlook of him. And of course Stolas would be a baby about it because of who he's established to be.

-- Excuses -- But the tone and execution feels very one-sided... Apology tour makes Blitzo out to be the big bad and frame Stolas as innocent in all of this which is INSANE.

I hate everything in the garden scene so much... "so you're used to being the one who crushes others' feelings?" This contradicts your "only if you want to" outlook and shows you DIDN'T care about Blitzo's autonomy but expected him to choose you. Stolas thinks he was being like Beast, but he wasn't until s2e11 and even THEN that's breaking his promise to Octavia.

Like - Stolas claims that Blitzo's brain dead and thinks all of his racism and classism is in his head BUT, NIGGA - THE FIRST SEASON. GO BACK TO THE FIRST SEASON??? Also you're a pretensious shit in Sinsmas and constantly belittle Blitzo for being poor while insulting imp customs ( which canon Blitzo would NOT tolerate )??? You ADMIT you were lustful and threw your privileged life away and that you care about that more like - LOL WHAT???

Stolas never apologized for being racist. In fact - he denies that he ever was! He admits throwing his life away for a fantasy. Shows various times in Sinsmas he still thinks imps are lower in customs and lifestyle. This all makes Blitzo correct in his prior assumptions. And Apology Tour makes Stolas out to be completely innocent?? Like - WHAT IS THE ARC. WHAT IS THE FOLLOW THROUGH.

I know that there's two povs here but like - even when switching back and forth it's not consistent anymore?

Am I supposed to think Stolas is a poor man who's suffering the insults of a bitter imp and an abusive wife? OR - Am I supposed to see Stolas as struggling to overcome his pride, prejudice, and lust but because he doesn't and refuses to see the truth and apologize he's enduring the results of his actions???

Is Stolas a Skyler where he's forced to do horrible things because of systems or other characters made him or is he a Walter?

Other videos have done a better analysis of how everything is broken in this show concerning Blitzo and Stolas. I know that Breaking Bad is like topology mathematics, whereas HoaB is at best multiplication tables... BUT - there should be character consistency. Cause and effect. Actions and consequences.

The show woobifies Stolas when he's done bad things that should logically play out bad.

I'd say Sinsmas is the start of Stolas reaping what he sows which would be great! His sin was lust and considering the rules his current life makes sense. But is the show going to show and imply, "this is what happens when you do _ in this world" or is the show going to pull an Apology Tour?

Gus, Jesse, Walter, Skyler, etc? They all suffer the actions of their consequences.

If Breaking Bad were written like HoaB the show would frame Gus as "poor woobie gay man who's lover got killed by the cartel! Sure he was going to poison millions with drugs and later uses and kills kids while exploiting those around him for his long-term revenge plot, but he had to! His gay lover was killed! He was upset! Everything was taken from him! It makes sense in context! Gus is just going through a lot!"

And this is why I don't like how they handled Stolas or Blitzo...

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Fuck You Maureen (to the tune of 'come on Eileen') E.M

Eddie Munson x OC | Eddie Munson x Karmen Jones

Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Too-Ra-Loo-Rye-Aye

Summary: Eddie left out a crucial detail when he finally told his closest loved ones about his ordeal with The Upside Down. A news headline sparks his memory and he's excited confess to a fun crime he actually did commit.

Tags: Pregnancy brain, S4 spoilers, Fulff, Joking, Banter, Comedy (I hope) Eddie's titty tatts.

Words: 2k

Notes: This fic sits somewhere between Anticipation and Evie :)

I took "Bird Club" from this post by @morganbritton132 because I haven't stopped chuckling about it since I saw it a week ago. Wayne would join Bird Club. So would Steve regardless of the AU one thing is certain, Steve is in Bird Club.

~~

Eddie didn’t mind house-sitting for Wayne. Especially since his Uncle had finally decided that he deserved a holiday. Gathering some of his buddies from Bird Club and going on a weekend long fishing trip.

Being in the trailer again after officially moving out was nostalgic in a way. He kind of missed the cozy walls adorned with homey adages. If he ignored the badly cleaned blood stain on the carpet between himself and the TV and the discoloration on the ceiling above where a hole to another dimension had been permanently closed for about six months now.

The news anchor that had interrupted his favorite game show to read off the headlines with a bored drawl. Dead eyes barely blinked and rivaled the tired stare Eddie was giving the man back through the screen as he waited for the bulletins to be over.

“...and Grand Theft Auto appears to be on the rise with residents in Indianapolis protesting the lack of concern from local law enforcement after a string of–”

Eddie gasped suddenly, sitting up straight and startling Karmen as she fell from his arms. Falling against the back of the couch as she looked up at him in surprise.

“I forgot to tell you!” He exclaimed, bouncing in his seat like an excited child. “I stole Maureen’s RV.” He said quickly, slapping his hand over his mouth as soon as it came out as if that would make the admission less heinous or he could take it back. 

Karmen stared at him for a long second. Pregnancy brain clouding her thoughts as she desperately tried to remember who Maureen was despite knowing the horrid woman quite well and knowing Eddie’s untoward history with her even more intimately.

“What?” She asked dumbly, shaking her head to try and get her thoughts in place as Eddie huffed in exasperation at his excited admission not being received the way he’d expected.

“Maureen!” He pressed, pointing over his shoulder towards the wall behind them. “From over there!” He explained as if she could see through the trailer wall and would magically know what he was talking about.

Maureen and her husband Eustace lived a couple of trailers over. They were atrocious neighbors that had been more than open about their disdain for his lifestyle over the years he’d lived with Wayne.

Karmen gasped in realization as she followed his finger towards a plethora of caps and mugs. The wall not fully obscuring her vision of the outside world as she imagined beyond it and her thoughts clicked into place. 

She slapped her own hand over her mouth, matching him.

“Eddie!” She exclaimed scandalously. “Are you serious right now?” She asked, her other hand slapping against his forearm as he nodded excitedly in response.

Karmen’s eyes were wide as she let her hand fall away from her mouth and she gritted her teeth together in a pained frown.

“I swore on my life that you weren’t involved in that!” She shouted incredulously. Eddie leaned forward in shock.

“Why would you do that?!” He shouted back, alarmed.

 “Why would YOU do that?” She asked, just as stunned.

“We needed a car!” He defended.

“So you took a home?” She hollered, making him snort.

“It needed to fit a lot of people…” He defended weakly, shrugging his shoulders as Karmen brought both her hands up to cover her mouth.

“Oh my God.” She murmured into them. “They said they saw you and I told them there was no way.” She groaned. “ Now I’m going to die!” She yelled mirthfully.

“No!” Eddie exclaimed, his hands on her thighs. “Maureen will win!” He shouted. Karmen’s mouth fell open in disbelief at the statement. Eddie catching himself and amending his exclamation.  “I mean…” He paused.”No! I’ll miss you!” He said clumsily, making her laugh.

“You’re a dick.” She chuckled, pushing his hands off her thighs playfully and watching as Eddie crossed his arms over his chest.

“That’s Maureen talking.” He hissed. “Evil.”

“She’s someone’s Grandma.” Karmen argued, making him balk.

“So is Sally.” He contested. 

The meanest Nurse he had encountered in the hospital during his recovery was the first person he’d met in over ten years that had skyrocketed to the top of his mortal enemies list.

She had kicked Maureen out of top spot. Put her in second and her husband Eustace in third. 

Eddie knew those assholes from a few trailers down would have been the first to jump on the ‘Eddie was a murderer’ bandwagon. Not because they actually believed it but because they would do just about anything to get rid of him and his guitar. Including but not limited to sending their grandkids to throw stink-bombs through his bedroom window and reporting him to the cops for growing illicit substances that turned out to just be Wayne’s tomato plants that he’d sat on the kitchen window sill to get some sun while protecting them from the summer storms.

Phil Callahan that buffoon had ripped them from their pot to make a point before Hopper had pointed out the large red fruits hanging from the ruined plant he was holding.

Eddie had made a big deal about it. The imbecile officer had apologized profusely. Being shooed out the door by the Chief and waiting in the car as Hopper compensated Eddie for his troubles by tipping him extra on the ounce of actual weed he bought on his way out the door.

Eddie had used the money to replace Wayne’s plants. Granted with the wrong kind of tomato so he noticed immediately but it was the thought that counted.

He’d had just enough money left over to buy Maureen and Eustice a ‘sorry for worrying you’ gift.

A bag of peanuts that he had left for them, open, on their couch with a trail leading from their back window to the trash cans where his favorite raccoon liked to hang out.

It hadn’t taken long for Jerry to take the bait and Eddie had watched with a smug smile as the furry little critter used the boxes he’d stacked there as leverage to jump through the window.

He’d closed the window after Jerry and taken the boxes back to the trash. Giving the assholes a little wave as he walked back home and waited by the living room window for the chaos to begin.

It had taken them a long time to get Jerry out of their trailer. Eddie had worried at one point that he might need to step in for the raccoons protection but when Eustace had realized that the hissing, spitting, fluff ball with claws was standing between him and his shotgun, he’d grabbed a snack and sat back down.

Somehow they’d known that Eddie was responsible. But plausible deniability meant that he had no reason to confess. Because how the hell would he ever convince a racoon to do his dirty work Wayne? The accusation was insane. They were just out to get him.

Despite that fact, a tit for tat had begun and Eddie spent the next several years essentially locked in a prank war with this couple that could have been his Grandparents. 

Until March when Eddie had pretty decidedly won by hot-wiring their motorhome and letting Harrington drive it the hell out of Forest Hills. 

Hopefully forever. 

“You know they’re coming back right?” Karmen asked at the smug smile on Eddie’s lips. “They never left, actually. They’re staying up that way with Teresa.” She explained, pointing towards Eddie’s bedroom and making him huff.

“What?” He asked dejectedly. “No!” He groaned. “How come I haven’t seen them?

“I don’t know.” Karmen said. “Maybe you won.” She shrugged.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“Maybe they’re too scared of you to engage in any more pettiness.” She theorized. “I mean she waved to me yesterday as I was coming inside. That’s not exactly usual.” 

“Mmm.” Eddie hummed in reply, frowning at nothing as he imagined the way Maureen probably lost her shit after she saw Karmen’s bump.

Another Munson! Another one! There’s too many already! 

Eddie smiled to himself at the thought. Recalling the look on her and Eustace’s face as they had banged on the locked door of the RV while he was hot-wiring it. Demanding that he open the door and having him laugh in their face.

“God I hope so.” He said wistfully, referring to the fact that they might be scared of him. “Only people I’d gladly play a monster for.” 

Karmen hummed as he had, thinking back on what he’d said earlier that had started the whole conversation.

“So wait.” She interjected, holding up a hand. “You… Drove a motorhome?” She asked. “Without killing everyone inside?” She added before Eddie could respond.

“Oh no. Harrington did that, I just started the sucker.” He offered quickly as Karmen balked at his response. She had been sharing an office with Steve for a few months now. He seemed like a bit of a car guy but he didn’t exactly fit the part of large vehicle driver.

“Steve drove a motorhome?” She asked, even more disbelieving than when she’d thought it had been Eddie.

“He’s a big boy.” Eddie said. Remembering the stunned look on the other man’s face when he had called him that particular term of endearment and smirking to himself. “He handled it.” 

“Well?” She asked simply.

“We didn’t die.” Eddie shrugged as Karmen tilted her head in consession. 

“So Maureen actually saw your face?” She asked rhetorically. “She told the cops you stole her home and no one really believed her since you were missing at the time but how the hell did you get away with that?” 

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the whole ‘Hawkins PD being really sorry they fucked me in the ass’ thing.” He said, putting bunny ears around the words ‘really sorry’. As if the Hawkins Police Department was ever sorry for anything and wasn’t just trying to cover their own butt.

Even in the case of the ruined tomatoes. 

“She was very vocal about it.” Kam chortled. “I’m surprised they didn’t slap you on the wrists as a bogus punishment to make her shut up.” She said, dragging out the last words as Eddie blew out an exhale through pursed lips.

“Oh I was punished, don’t worry.”He scoffed. “Had to listen to Harrington waffle on about his breeding kink fantasies like him and Nance’ were the only ones in the damn car.” 

“Sorry. His what what? Like what?” Karmen queeried quickly, giving him a scandalous look. 

“Yeah he wants like six kids and to live on a farm or some crap.” He answered with a grimace. “The actual kids and I were just like, sitting there silently the whole time pretending like we couldn’t hear and Robin was making strong eye-contact with me which I took to mean ‘shut the fuck up’. So I did despite the overwhelming urge to ask thousands of questions.” He nodded proudly. 

Karmen screwed her face up at the thought of not just the children listening to Steve waffle about his dream life to the woman he was obviously still in love with but the thought of six kids in general.

One was enough for now and she wasn’t even born yet.

“Steve seems like a six kids and a farm type of guy.” She said after a moment. 

“You think?” Eddie winced. He’d never put any thought really into what Steve Harrington might want out of life before he had to hear that garbage towards the end of the worst week of his life.

“Yeah. The way he gets weirdly pouty when I talk about the baby.” She laughed,  placing her hand on her stomach. “Not surprised.” She added.

“I don’t like that.” Eddie said simply, pursing his lips as they fell into a comfortable silence. “Anyway, fuck Maureen.” He said after a moment, making Karmen laugh as he pulled her back into his arms. “The titty tatts continue I guess.”

“What?” Karmen asked again, pretty sure this time that her pregnancy brain wasn’t to blame for her not understanding the statement.

“Doesn’t matter.”

~~

Notes: Thanks Bug for the idea of the Fic name. I've been singing "Fuck Your Maureen" all afternoon. 😂

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[talonoa]

It had been nearly ten years since the events of The Faceless, since he had become Their Tenor to do Their bidding. His free will had been viciously snatched away and he was made to commit atrocious crimes, hurting loved ones and friends in the process. It was the reason he had left Silvermoon in the first place - to keep his distance from all those still likely quite afraid of his presence. 

The quieter and more peaceful existence in the Valley of the Four Winds had offered him some much needed introspection, but it was time to return home. He had hermitted himself away for long enough, and Silvermoon could use one of her Arbiters. The modest cottage he built in the Valley would still be there for him, but right now he desired to be closer to his loved ones. There was something on the horizon, something calling to him. Something telling him this is where he would be needed, and he had to heed that call. His gut feelings had become only more accurate since his deal with Death, and listening to them was important.

He had kept his apartment in the city for this very reason, he knew at some point he would return. Pushing open the door, he flicked the light on and surveyed the small space. A part of him expected something to be different, but nothing here had changed aside from a fine layer of dust coating most everything. He had stopped by in the past every now and then to keep things tidy, but the last time had been since before this campaign began, before Dalaran fell back in August. Neatly placing his rucksack and weapons on the ground, he went around to open the curtains and windows for some fresh air before he began the process of cleaning.

It was about an hour later when he heard a knock on the door, opening it to a familiar leggy blonde who was quick to flash him her devilish grin. “How did you find out where I live?” A question posed the first time she had shown up at his door, now something of a joke between them.

Evelinaa gave his cheek a pat and pushed her way past him, “I followed you.” She made herself at home as she always did, gracefully stretching across the couch like a possessive feline. “I’m glad you’re home, and not just home from the war, but -home-.” She gestured to the space around them. “Do you need help cleaning?” Before he could even respond, she slipped out of her stilettos and grabbed some cloth to assist in dusting.

Evie had been a pleasant surprise in his life, and it was hard to believe that he had known the woman for almost 15 years now. A performer unlike any other he had seen, her charms and charisma were outmatched. But it wasn’t her stage presence that had fully captivated him, it was her inherent darkness that drew him in the remainder of the way. Despite their very obvious differences, the two were more alike than anyone could ever realize.

“Hasn’t quite settled in yet. May take a couple weeks since I’ll be in that post-campaign haze for some time. But I am glad to be here as well. Long overdue.” He watched her for now, even while cleaning she maintained a certain elegance about her. 

Even when her mask slipped,  she still preserved her outward poise.  My tortuous contortionist, it was a thing of beauty to witness. 

“I have something that may help.” Tossing the cloth over her shoulder onto the dining table, she approached quickly and slid a single nail along the contour of his jaw with a smirk, “I have a job for you. I would do it myself but I’ve become a busy lady. Plus, I think it will ease the transition.”

“Is this a favor or an actual job?” He inclined his chain and captured that exploratory finger in his grasp.

“Why can’t it be both? I can pay, and it’s deserved, that’s all that matters, right?” Those large, innocent doe eyes were on full display now. This was a woman that knew how to get what she wanted, not that Talon would have told her no otherwise. He rarely did.

“Give me the information and we shall see. I would like at least one or two days to get my life back in order here before jumping head first into anything. And you know your gold is no good to me.” He released her finger only to capture her jaw, flashing her one of his rare smiles. Now it was her turn to return a genuine smile of her own, “I’ve missed you too.”

Welcome (sort of) back, Evie! <3 @evievalwyn

[stonathandreamer]

These past few days have been utterly shitty, and the only thing capable of uplifting my mood was ✨Jonathan Byers and Stonathan✨

Warning: long-ish rant ahead, because I'm pissed and in need of a vent, otherwise I'll commit an atrocious and heinous crime against humanity.

So, I was messaging a friend of mine last night, and I mentioned my drawings. They asked if I could show them one, and I sent a half-finished sketch of Jonathan. They complimented my drawing and I said I was trying to draw Jonathan and sent a photo of him to my friend with the caption, "Ain't he a cutie? (P.S.: he's my crush 😍)."

This is the photo I sent:

Their response was:

"Couldn't you have found a better crush? 😂"

I thought, "Okay, they're joking about my crush. Super normal for friends to do. We listen and we judge. Done it multiple times myself, and it's all good fun."

And then came the follow-up message:

"I mean, what do you see in him? He looks ugly and sick. He looks drugged."

Haven't talked to them ever since.

Are you really not talking to your friend just because they said those things about Jonathan? Yes, because, one, I am a very petty person when I want to be, and two, this isn't about them talking about Jonathan. Like I said in a previous post (this one), when you comment on a character's appearance (calling them ugly, sick, drugged, anorexic, or whatever), your words aren't hitting the character, but rather the actor portraying the character. And in Jonathan's case, they offended Charlie.

There's an abysmal difference between saying, "Oh, he's not my type," and, "He looks like a fucking drug addict. He's ugly as hell." Why do you feel the need to say something like that about another person?! If you have a mean comment about someone's appearance, do the universe a favor and keep that comment to yourself.

How would you feel if someone said something like that about you to someone else? You wouldn't like it, would you?

And my response was a very short and simple, "No, he's not ugly." And I think my friend noticed they made an ill comment, because their reply was a, "Alright, if you say so."

And it's not only because of that.

Before we started talking about my drawings, we were talking about The Sims 4. I told them that I had started playing, how much I was enjoying the game, and sent them a pic of my Harrington-Byers family.

My friend didn't notice they were two guys until I started talking about babies and jokingly said I wouldn't have to worry about them getting another kid because they can't get pregnant. My friend asked why they can't get pregnant, and I said, "Well, because they're both men." They asked me why I made them both men, and I jokingly said, "Why would I make them straight? There are too many heteros in the world."

And the conversation went south.

Their response was, "TOO MANY STRAIGHT PEOPLE?! Are you serious? You can't turn a corner without bumping into a gay or a lesbian or whatever nowadays."

Uhm 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨???????????????????

That sounded homophobic-ish (?).

I mean, doesn't it sound like something your conservative fake news-believing relative would say at the family Sunday barbecue?

I dunno, that comment made me raise an eyebrow, but after a few minutes of thinking, I brushed it off and thought it was just an ignorant comment without any true malicious intent. I mean, it's not uncommon for people to say something mean without properly thinking if their words are hurtful to someone. And I think my friend noticed they said something bad, because of the way I responded: "Well, it's a good thing you're bumping into gays and lesbians on every corner, because last time I checked, it's straight people who ruined the world, not the LBGTQ+ community. They didn’t start any world war, or invaded any country, or persecuted people because of their beliefs. So the more gays we have in the world, the less problems we'll have to fix. Not to mention that gay marriage, in addition to being an option, is population control." - yep, I made a reference to a song from Rita Lee called "Obrigado não." You should check it out. It's really good!

And after that, my friend kind of backtracked on their statement, saying, "Well, as long as people are happy, that's all that matters," to which my reply was a short and simple, "Yeah."

I just wanted to talk to someone about stuff that I like and what I got was this. Hoorray... 🙄

Welp, lesson learned, don't talk about Jonathan and Stonathan (or gays in general) outside of Tumblr.

[unrelentingforse]

arcane is a political statement (ACT 1 S2 SPOILERS)

whether you like it or not - reality DOES AFFECT THE ART. the art depicts the reality. i will not debate this.

coming back to arcane - it is political. the whole story is based on the oppression of the poor and the corruption of the rich. many times it showed that the whole system is flawed. that it exploits vulnerable people despite their social and political status.

we've seen this with jayce and mel, caitlyn and ambessa, zaunites and shimmer, jinx and silco. all of them were manipulated to achieve certain goals by those who hold the real power. and the results are atrocious.

jayce has expelled the founder of piltover from the council and created hextech weapons, caitlyn has started a war against zaunites, zaunites have become disabled and addicted because of the production of shimmer, jinx has blown up the council.

none of those actions have led to something positive or beneficial for either of the cities. it only benefitted the individual people who hold the power and needed someone else to do their dirty work. (silco doesn't really apply here because right before this went down he died)

i want to talk about caitlyn kiramman specifically here.

in my previous post i talked about how cait never really deconstructed the way she thinks about those who are in a different class than her. she was TAUGHT to hate zaunites. to see them as less than. but she was a rebellious child and became fascinated with the IDEA of zaun. so she tried her hardest to talk to them, to get into zaun, to see how the live. later in life all she felt was pity for them.

she didn't suddenly become a progressive leftist that people are trying to paint her as - she simply was attracted to vi. yes, she was making an exception for her. she liked vi and that made her a little more accepting towards vi's hatred for enforcers. but she still saw her as someone who has lost their way and needs help from a strong and powerful piltover citizen who happens to be the heir of the most influential house of the city. white savior complex - i'm talking about it.

caitlyn asked vi to join the enforcers thinking about her as if she's a piltover citizen. someone who has NO reasons to hate the oppressive force of enforcers. and then was faced with the reality - vi "would rather die alone" than associate herself with people who have been poisoning, murdering, torturing and holding an apartheid. to people like her - poor people from zaun.

of course she would not get this desicion - why would she? she never had to experience the oppression so she doesn't have ANY idea why vi didn't agree to her proposition. to caitlyn - she was kind enough to ask a wretched poor person from zaun to leave her past behind and start oppressing people who she grew up with. because in her mind anyone would like this opportunity to have such tremendous amount of power.

caitlyn fundamentally doesn't comprehend the struggles of people below her status. and this is the reason why she agreed to become a fascist dictator. she thinks they're all the same - violent animals who need to be exterminated. and she is happy to do it herself. she abused the ventilation system her mother built to give fresh air to people of the undercity and gassed them with "the gray". she straight up commited a WAR CRIME. she was willing to take the chance of shooting isha just to kill jinx. she was not trying to stop the ongoing crisis between piltover and zaun, she was getting HER revenge.

yes, she is grieving the loss of her mother. yes, she has A TON of responsibilities now that her mother is dead. yes, she has never experienced a major loss in her life. i am not denying her right to be miserable and sad during this time. and i am not saying that she has no reasons to be angry at jinx. what i am saying is that her background is making her grief destructive to everyone around her. not a single person from zaun has done anything of this scale to people of piltover. not a single one of them will be protected if they do the same. jinx tried to - now she's on the run.

all of this - is a MAJOR parallel to our life. the way we treat Palestinians, Native Americans, Lebanese and Sudanese people on their own land is the exact same way caitlyn treats people from the undercity. apartheid, poisoning the water and food, killing innocents, invasion - this is happening right now on our planet. but we're supposed to get mad at an animated show and not in real life.

hope i made you think about something. thanks for reading it all the way through.