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Please for the love of everything good and holy if anyone has access to a digital copy of Crash 1996 please let me know. I neeeeeed it. And for personal reasons I can’t purchase the physical media.

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Oh, why the hell not?

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[babyspiderling]

Just watched thunderbolts*. Came for Bucky, left willing to die for Bob.

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so bitter <3

summary - tashi is your best friend and you live in her shadow yet art actually makes you feel important, until it's ruined

pairings - art donaldson x fem!reader, tashi duncan x fem!reader

warnings/tags - smut, eating out, submissive art, you and tashi are lowkey yearning for eachother, fem!reader, p0rn with plot, angst

a/n - i actually proofread this time but i probably missed some stuff because i'm still fighting demons (the flu)

You were Tashi’s best friend since middle school. Wherever Tashi went, you went too, and if you didn’t, then be sure she would tell you about it. You’ve heard about every boy that’s come and gone, but this time was different because there were two of them.

“They both invited me, so I’ll bring you along then you can pick which one you like, and I’ll take the other.”

Tashi says that like it’s just standard procedure while you two walk back home. Your mouth felt stuffed full of cotton and there was buzzing behind your eyes, so you were in no place to actually be listening, but you nod along.

“Yeah yeah, got it.”

“Are you drunk?” Tashi turns her head and smiles a little, purely amused.

“A little.”

“Just a little?”

Hours later, you and Tashi sit in Art and Patrick’s humid, tension-filled apartment. You two pass a beer back and forth while Patrick and Art not-so-subtly trip over their tongues, trying their best to sound interesting to Tashi. You really didn’t mind blending into the background because the feeling was so familiar.

Everything about your life has always had Tashi on the forefront. Every boy ends up being Tashi’s in the end, you play tennis but nobody cares because Tashi’s better at it, at every party you end up awkwardly hovering around her because Tashi’s the center and everyone is just a planet moving according to her rhythm.

If someone fixes their lips to call you “Tashi’s friend” one more time, you might just scream.

That’s when your thoughts are interrupted by Tashi tapping your thigh.

“You ready to go?”

You just nod and get up, more than ready to leave. Both boys scurry to their feet like desperate animals — mainly because they are in fact desperate animals.

“So can I get your number?” the brunette one says with a sleazy smile plastered on his sweat-covered face.

“Me too!”

Both of them look like pathetic puppies and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Somehow that night landed you at the boys’ junior singles match on a very hot Saturday with Tashi. She told you that whoever won the match got her number, which explained why the blonde one was playing like a beast. It’s oddly satisfying watching his sad puppy dog eyes when Patrick is declared the winner.

“You can take Art if you want him,” Tashi adds while clapping her hands for Patrick.

“Thanks Tash, but I’m not into blondes." you joke

Weeks pass and Tashi somehow convinces you to go on a date with Art because she wants him off her back. It’s not like you were really opposed to that idea in the first place because Art is cute. Though you beg for the day when you can get a guy who’s not Tashi’s sloppy seconds.

You meet him for dinner at a bar off campus. It’s a nice place, but a little cramped if anything.

“You look great by the way,” Art says while he slides a drink over to you. His palms are sweaty, he looks like he’ll fall apart any moment, that glint in his eyes — it’s adorable.

“Thanks, you too.” You couldn’t hold back a smile.

“I’ve seen you practicing with Tashi here and there. Went to one of your matches the other day and you were amazing.”

Tashi doesn’t even go to your matches, so the thought of him going to one of yours has you squirming a little in your seat.

“You’re like in love with me.” Tashi’s lessons in flirting have come in handy.

You remember back in freshman year when she wrote you a whole essay explaining how to tease boys in a way that's lighthearted, flirty and not just mean

“You’re gorgeous — who wouldn’t be?”

Everything after that was a blur, except all you do know is the boy who ignored you for Tashi about a month ago is now kissing your neck, giving you those big sweet puppy dog eyes and begging to taste you.

You keep a grip on the back of Art’s neck and keep kissing the boy. Art kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Not Tashi, or any other girl — just you. His hand slips under your shirt, slowly moving to cup your tit. His touch is gentle, yet his hands are rough.

You don’t have control over any part of your life, which is something that has plagued you for years ever since your own parents called you “tashi's plaything”. But when you tug on Art’s hair and he lets you control where his head goes, you can’t help but let out an audible moan at the sight.

“What was that?” he asks.

“Put your head down.” No room for argument.

You push Art down to his knees. His hands slip under your skirt, and when his pointers hook around the sides of your panties, he looks up at you for permission.

“Do you want to?” A smirk makes its way across your lips.

“Please, I really do.” He presses a kiss against your thigh without breaking eye contact.

“Then do it.”

And he does. Art wastes no time pulling down your panties and shoving his face into your sweet spot. The feeling of Art’s tongue moving across your clit is euphoric. His hands make busy by sliding behind you and groping your ass. His touch is desperate and needy.

You fucking love it.

You end up coming all over Art’s pursy pink lips, but your power trip still isn’t over. Looking down at him, you mutter,

“How good was I?”

“You tasted like heaven, Tashi.”

Your smile drops and your power trip ends instantly.

“Excuse me?”

“Shit, I meant—”

“No, you didn’t mean shit. Get the fuck out my room,” you cut him off because there’s really nothing he could say to make you happy again.

After Art leaves, you sit in your dorm with makeup ruined by your tears and an old t-shirt replacing your once pretty dress. Tashi comes home from a party she told you about and looks at the state you’re in.

“Date not go so well?” she sets her bag on you two’s shared bed casually.

While her eyes scan the dorm room, she notices your discarded panties by the wall.

“Or did it go super well?” she smirks.

“He ate me out, does that count as going super well?” You tear your eyes away from the wall to look at Tashi with a half-smile.

“I’d say so.”

Tashi changes into one of your t-shirts and her own pajama shorts, then throws herself down on the bed.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be a stranger.” She moves the covers aside and grabs your arm, pulling you down.

So you two lay there like you always did before bed, but this time you hate it. You hate him and you hate Tashi. You’re bitter.

So goddamn bitter.

[babyspiderling]

I don’t know who needs to hear this but

cUstOmer- person who pays for goods and or services

cOstUmer- person who makes costumes.

Every single time I read it, it makes me want to put my head through a wall

[babyspiderling]

Is this challengers?

[babyspiderling]

The fact that after the whole ‘I’ll leave you’ thing *thats* when she asks Patrick to throw it. She even sleeps with him to make sure he does it. There’s that doubt that maybe art *wont* win. She doesn’t want to have to follow through with what she’s threatened. I personally think the shot of her checking on art and Lily in Lilys room just cements her family, the family she has, the family she loves, the family art is playing for. Because he is playing for the both of them. And at this challenger, he’s playing for ALL of them.

hiiii u got me thinking about artashi rn and i just ughhhh…. i sooo agree when u said that tashi hated art just as much as she loved him but in my little artashi lover heart id like to believe that it happened gradually…. like there was always going to be that resentment towards art because he was able to live the life that she dreamed off (like on the road to a grand slam etc) but i do think it worsened like 2018/2019. like when art gets his injury then his consequent losing streak i think thats when they get proper into #failmarriage bc like… in tashi’s pov like he has EVERYTHING like a whole team behind him, tashi as his COACH and my boys just flopping :( but i do really think that she truly loved him, and she also know how he worked + told him what he wanted to wear and treated him how he’d like to be treated (walking him like a dog 😭) but i think THATS what people see and like take without nuance bc she was really just treating her husband the way he wanted to be treated omg sorry this went on so long </3 anyways i love my favourite failmarriage couple

#YES! plus what many people fail to notice in the scene where tashi tells art she’ll divorce if he doesn’t win is that he literally ASKED for this HIMSELF

and from what we’ve seen this is the kind of motivation that works the best for him (he won in atlanta even though he got cheated on)

[babyspiderling]

Hi! I’m going to say this once!

This is a MDNI account. I am twenty three at time of posting. I talk like I’m over eighteen. I treat my mutuals like theyre over eighteen.

Minors posing as over eighteen makes me not want to be mutuals with anyone. It does not make me want for community. It makes me feel unsafe on this platform.

For those of you under eighteen who find offense saying that they don’t care about what they consume, that they’ve seen worse, ect. As someone who likes to have a connection and pseudo friendship with my mutuals, it makes me feel gross and weird, worried about if the person who I’m messaging and discussing adult topics is an adult. If I’m being irresponsible and inappropriate without knowing I’m even in the wrong.

You want to creep, creep. At the end of the day, I can’t block every single minor on this platform. However, if I find you, if you start messaging me under the age of eighteen, you will be blocked. No exceptions

[babyspiderling]

New theory/Something I noticed. Both women that Art and Patrick share lose their tennis career due to horrible injury. Are they cursed? Is it the universe? Bad luck? Coincidence?

Am I inane? Possibly.

Okay, theory time.

So in challengers, they focus on that bandaid on Patrick, right? As a pseudo reformed brokey bitch, my personal theory is that he donates blood to make money between challengers. They couldn’t cut a check until the challenger was over, right? But he needs money/hotel room (which he ends up getting as per his conversation with tashi). As someone who supplemented income by donating plasma, that was my immediate thought.

[babyspiderling]

Untitled Challengers Teaser

This story contains Tashi x reader, Art x reader, Patrick x reader, Tashi x art x patrick x reader. Basically every single pairing that can happen in a four person polycule. There will be no Tashi erasure. Currently not beta read, we die like men here. Proceed how you see fit, lovelies.

How did we get here? One moment we were Tashi and Patrick and Art and Me, what felt like the next, it was Tashi and Art and Patrick, Me. Let's rewind, see if I could find the single frame that severed me from the closest people I had.

2006

Tahi stands on her end of the court, a vision in white Adidas. She shoots me a wink across the court as she unzips her equipment bag. She was always a million watts brighter than me. Sun and Moon they called us. The brilliant Tashi Duncan and me, her shadow, shining in her reflection. 

It’s an endless back and forth, that neon ball shooting from racket to racket over the net, our grunts and groans echoing off the stands and the court. Sweat slicks our skin as we leave everything on that court. Neither of us wanted an easy win, even if we both knew exactly who would take the top spot. The grin on her face was something I lived for. Tashi had the tennis world on their knees for her. She could have upgraded friends several times over by now, but she stuck with me. I wasn’t about to take it for granted. 

I send a rocket to her, she sends it right back with a dive, launching it to the other side of the court, much too far out of reach. We both scream in near unison as the ball lands, calling the game, another win for Tashi Duncan. 

[babyspiderling]

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He’s so stupid. Lemme suck the mustache off him

ohhhhhh this doofus…. 😻😼

[babyspiderling]

Real

i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wa-need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked.

[babyspiderling]

Okay, theory time.

So in challengers, they focus on that bandaid on Patrick, right? As a pseudo reformed brokey bitch, my personal theory is that he donates blood to make money between challengers. They couldn’t cut a check until the challenger was over, right? But he needs money/hotel room (which he ends up getting as per his conversation with tashi). As someone who supplemented income by donating plasma, that was my immediate thought.

[babyspiderling]

GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

art donaldson wearing nothing but a towel and his wedding band will never not be iconic

[babyspiderling]

Would you ever consider finishing love undercover? I just read all 3 parts and I’m obsessed!

I will be completely honest when I say that love undercover is low key discontinued. I might pick it back up one day but I have no idea when that will be.