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some things never change😭

i love you pedro pascal

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You and me both! Loosen a screw here, put a hole in the wall there. What’s that? A leaky faucet? Better call Joel! 🤣

tysm for reading and reblogging! 🫶🏼

The First Step

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You only wanted to borrow his step ladder, but Joel insists on changing the light bulb for you. You find a way to thank him.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. no outbreak AU. m!oral, reader has hair that can be tugged, reader is tall enough to suck Joel’s dick while he’s standing on a step ladder. a little competency kink.

a/n: I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking Joel off while he’s being neighborly. Please don’t tell my WIPs I ignored them to write this! 🫣 not beta'd. Feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1,373

ao3 | ml

You're perfectly capable of changing the lightbulb in your kitchen yourself. You've lived on your own long enough, handling the odds and ends of home ownership without much fanfare—the big projects reserved for the professionals. So when you had asked your extremely attractive neighbor if you could borrow his stepladder, you surprised yourself when you accepted his offer to change it for you.

When you moved in next door, he was the first neighbor on the street to introduce himself, and you recall his generous offer to help if you ever needed it. Fortunately, you caught him on a Saturday morning when his daughter, Sarah, was at a sleepover the night before. He didn't have to pick her up until noon, so he had the time to help and was more than happy to. He's a contractor after all; he could change a light bulb in his sleep.

It has gotten increasingly warmer since Joel entered your house. Your AC works fine, but you are sweating, gawking at him as he moves through your space. His biceps stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt within an inch of its life as he carried the ladder and situated it below the light fixture in the middle of the kitchen. He's now perched on the ladder with you standing on the other side of the counter.

You watch as he extends his arms above his head to remove the dead bulb, revealing a sliver of tan skin and a trail of thick hair toward the waistband of his sweatpants. You'd think he wore them on purpose, to taunt you, if you hadn't interrupted his quiet morning. And, he couldn't possibly know that you go absolutely feral for men in sweats.

"Shouldn't take me but a minute to change it." The dulcet tone of his southern drawl going straight to your pussy. "Then I'll be out of your hair."

You smile appreciatively, "Thanks, Joel." Hoping he can't sense the hitch in your breath. "You didn't have to do this. But I appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, sweetheart." He winks down at you. "What are neighbors for?"

This was certainly new for you. You've never had a neighbor as polite and handsome as him. "Sweetheart", and then a wink. Fuck, he's charming and competent. The sudden urge to make a move and suck his cock is overwhelming.

"Could you hand me that one there?" His question jolts you back into the room, and you see Joel pointing to the new lightbulb on your countertop.

Bulb in hand, you approach the ladder and pass it to him. His calloused fingers brush over yours. "Thanks."

You don't back away from the ladder as you watch him insert the new bulb into the light fixture. After the final turn secures it in place, he looks down to see that you haven't moved. Your grip is tight around the ladder's handle, and his bulge is less than an inch from your nose.

Incredulous, he inhales deeply before speaking, "Whatcha still doing down there, darlin'?"

With a coy smile and lustful eyes, "Just admiring the view."

If you hadn't been so close, you would've missed the twitch of Joel's cock below the dangling drawstring. Seemingly, the only part of him that can form a response. His mouth agape, unable to form words before your hands are on him.

You trace the outline of his dick with your finger tip over the soft fabric. It begins to stiffen underneath your touch. His eyes are locked on you as you trace your fingers along the edge of the elastic waistband and his lower stomach. Nails drag through the coarse hair below his belly button, sending shivers up his spine before dipping beneath the elastic waistband.

He doesn't dare avert his gaze as you shift his pants lower on his hips to reveal his black boxer briefs. You palm his cock through the stretchy fabric, your tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth watering at the feel of him. He's big. Eager to find out just how big, you pull the briefs down just far enough to tuck them underneath his balls.

Your fingers wrap firmly around his base, offering a teasing grip before you move up the length of his shaft. When you reach his thick head, you swipe your thumb through the precum that's leaked from the tip. The added lubrication eases the down stroke back to his base as you feel his cock harden further in your grip.

"Go on, hun." Joel muses breathily. "Wrap those pretty lips around me."

A wicked smile your only retort. You twist and swirl the tip of your tongue up and down the silken skin of his cock. Taking your time as it travels along the prominent vein on the underside. You make your way back up to his head and circle your tongue around it before wrapping your lips fully around him. Inch by inch, you take him further into your mouth.

You set an unhurried pace up and down his length, relishing the taste and feel of him inside your mouth. Slick pools in your panties from the moans Joel releases above you. One of his hands swiftly grips the ladder's handle to balance himself on shaky knees.

You ease off of him, leaving kitten licks over his tip before collecting saliva in your mouth. He lifts the hem of his tshirt just in time to see as string of spit slowly dribble from your lips to his cock. Your palm wraps firmly around him and coats his cock with steady strokes, lifting it towards his stomach, his balls warm and inviting.

With continued strokes, you pull one of his balls into your mouth. Joel's head lolls back at your moan with your mouth full of his balls. Heat roils low in his stomach as it reverberates through his body.

Releasing his balls with a pop, you twist your slicked up palm around the base of his shaft while you slide his cock back into your wet, warm mouth. The weight of his dick rests on your tongue as you relax your throat to take more of him.

"Oh, fuck!" He groans and spits out. Your fingers dig into his ass cheeks to pull him closer until the tip of his cock kisses the back of your throat and your nose is buried in the thatch of hair at his base. His grip on your hair tightens with a pleasurable sting, and his body stiffens. You pause to inhale his scent while savoring the fullness of him inside you.

When the need to catch your breath overcomes you, you pull back quickly. Spit sputtering as you empty your mouth of him. He cradles the back of your head with his large hand, fingers tangling through your hair. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes; he swipes his thumb along the top of your cheek to clear them before they can fall.

"You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth."

You smile at him before you take him back in your mouth and begin sloppily moving back and forth over his cock, cradling his balls in your hand. His moans and groans echo louder throughout the kitchen, and you feel his balls begin to tighten in your palm. You pick up the pace, eager for him to cum so you can drink him down.

Joel gently moves his hips in sync with your movements. Emitting labored grunts with each thrust. His stomach tightens and you feel his cock begin to pulsate on your tongue before he lets out a final grunt and paints the inside of your mouth with his spend.

With hooded lids, he watches as you swallow it down. Met with a beaming smile, he watches as you swipe at the corners of your mouth, sucking the errant spend off your thumb, not letting a drop go to waste.

Joel descends the ladder, tucking himself back into his pants. "Christ, darlin', a 'thank you' would've sufficed." He huffs a laugh. "But you won't hear me complaining."

"Good, because I think I might have another bulb out. Upstairs." You muse innocently and grab his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! 🫶🏻

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don’t ask me why, but the thought of Joaquin watching Triple Frontier brings me much joy. 🤭

article (there is a spoilery-ish sentence for Eddington, so proceed with caution if you’re trying to go in 100% spoiler free)

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I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it! 🥹 thank you so much for reading and reblogging! 🫶🏻

Walking on Sunshine

Pairing: dog walker!Frankie x f!reader

Summary: Fortunately for you, Frankie sticks to a consistent schedule when walking the neighbor’s dog.

Warnings: Mature. meet-cute, fluff, Frankie with dogs

a/n: This was written for @punkshort AU August Writing Challenge. I was given the prompt of a dog walker Frankie AU. Thank you to @80ssong for the beta read and @ak-vintage for letting me bounce around title ideas. 🫶🏻

word count: 1,597

ao3 | ml

Frankie found himself in a fortunate position where his cut of Lorea’s money could sustain him for multiple lifetimes. Despite this financial security, Frankie was a man who couldn’t stand idleness. It was in his nature to keep himself occupied, so he’d visit the hangar to help his friends with repairs and pilot helicopter tours to keep up with his flight hours. Despite his busy schedule, Frankie still managed to find time during the week. Ever since he was young, he has had a strong love for dogs, and the feeling is mutual. To fill his schedule, he started working as a dog walker. It got him outside in the fresh air, with the added benefit of exercise, and allowed him to spend time with a variety of dogs. Frankie has always wanted a dog of his own, especially now that he has retired from the Army and could dedicate the time to train and bond with a new companion. He wanted to wait until his daughter was older, and now that she’s just turned six, he feels ready to commit. Until then, dog walking has helped fill the void.

You were confused when you first saw Frankie walking your neighbor’s dog in front of your house. Having moved into the neighborhood just a couple of months ago, you knew the other dog owners in the area and would have remembered Frankie. Your move started a new chapter in your life following the end of a tumultuous relationship that had run its course. From your desk, you had an unobstructed view of him—his broad shoulders visibly stretching the fabric of a fitted grey shirt, soft brown curls peeking out from under his ball cap, and the cutest butt as he walked past your house. You noticed over the following days that he walked by at the same time—a man with a consistent schedule, which you appreciate. With the hope of a chance encounter, you adjusted your schedule slightly for your mid-day walks with your dog. In the following weeks, you and Frankie exchange polite head nods and waves as you pass each other on opposite sides of the street. 

Your last morning meeting ran long, causing you to start today’s walk late, and you were worried you’d miss seeing Frankie. You put in your AirPods, queued up the latest episode of your favorite podcast, locked up, and headed out. It’s a hot day with the sun blazing, so you encourage your dog to do their business quickly as you feel sweat beading on your back. As you walked, immersed in your podcast, you were distracted by something across the street and didn’t notice Frankie heading your way. It took you a minute to realize Frankie’s charge had gotten loose from its leash and was making a beeline to greet your dog. Frankie runs after the dog, calling its name, and stops short right before you. You barely manage to catch your breath seeing him this close. Seeing him from afar did not prepare you for how handsome he was up close. You take in his bright smile, soft eyes, angled nose, and chiseled jaw patched with a scruffy beard. Frankie apologizes for his charge getting off the leash, but you assure him it isn’t a big deal as the dogs were getting along just fine, as evidenced by their friendly sniffing and wagging tails. You and Frankie introduce yourselves and exchange the dogs’ names. Frankie squats down to say ‘hello’ to your dog, who greets him with relaxed ears, an excited tail wag, and an eagerness to lick Frankie’s face—a promising sign since your dog tends to be more reactive towards unfamiliar men. Frankie chuckles as he stands up, knees creaking. 

He mentions that after seeing you for the past couple of weeks, he’s happy to put a name to the face finally. You feel his gaze slowly drifting up and down your body, admiring you. His smile grows wider when he notices you look down, trying to avoid his gaze. The heat of the sun and Frankie’s eyes burning into you have become too much. You suggest moving out of the sun and invite Frankie for a refreshing lemonade on your covered porch. You still have half an hour before your next meeting. He graciously accepts and follows you back to your place. He takes a seat while you head inside to get the drinks. You are pleasantly surprised that your dog stays with Frankie, which makes you think he must be a good person since dogs are pretty good judges of character.

Thankful to be out of the direct sun, you learn more about Frankie and why he decided to start dog walking. You discuss your work and how you appreciate the flexibility of working from home, allowing you to spend time with your dog and take midday walks. The thirty minutes pass quickly, and you’re disappointed that you have to cut your conversation short. Frankie has a sweet and funny personality, is charming and confident, and you find his voice captivating. You could listen to him read the phonebook. 

Frankie thanks you for the drink, and you exchange goodbyes. As he retreats from your porch down your driveway, you try not to stare for too long, admiring his figure and how he carries himself. Suddenly, he pauses and turns around. You’re worried that you've been caught staring, only to confirm it when you look up and see a smirk on Frankie’s face. Encouraged by your admiration, he steps closer and asks, “I’ve enjoyed this, and I’d love to continue talking. Could I have your number?” 

You can't help but smile brightly as you answer with a resounding "yes." You ask for his phone to add your number to his contacts. When Frankie takes his phone from you, his fingers brush over yours. The contact flusters you, and you attempt to compose yourself, hoping Frankie didn't notice. With a smile that reaches his eyes, he descends the porch stairs with a second goodbye and a promise that he'll be in touch. You watch as Frankie returns to your neighbor's house, and you head back inside to finish your workday.

A few weeks passed, and Frankie started joining you on your walks. You find yourself at ease with Frankie. He’s told you about his time in the army, what inspired him to become a pilot, and his daughter. You loved to see the twinkle in his eyes when he talked fondly of his daughter and told you about their latest adventure or funny things she said. He mentions his desire for a dog, that he’s ready to look at adoptable dogs, and plans to surprise his daughter. Despite going on many walks together, he hadn't made any moves to ask you out. Feeling frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands and make a suggestion.

“Frankie, the animal shelter where I adopted my dog, has several currently available. Would you like to meet them and grab a drink afterward?”

Frankie was impressed by your confidence and thrilled that one of you had finally made a move to shift this relationship beyond these walks. Not that he minded them; quite the opposite, he’s had a great time getting to know you and enjoys being in your presence. But it was time to see if things could progress. 

“That would be great! I would love that. My daughter is with her mom this weekend; how about Saturday? I can come by to pick you up.”

You smile demurely and reply, “Saturday would be perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Awesome, it’s a date!”

You’re surprised by how quickly the week has passed, with Saturday arriving in the blink of an eye. It's been hard to contain your excitement. You've dressed casually in a pair of jeans that hug your curves and a scoop-neck top that is low enough to offer a peek of your cleavage. You wanted something practical yet still made an effort to look good, especially considering you'll go from playing with dogs to a bar afterward.

It had been some time since your last first date, and you anxiously waited for Frankie to arrive. Thankfully, his truck pulled into your driveway right on time. You appreciate his punctuality, as you were on the verge of letting your nerves get the best of you. Frankie is a good guy, and you’re excited about the potential, especially after your last relationship. You swing the front door open just as Frankie begins to knock, his tightly clenched hand frozen midair. You both smiled, caught each other's eyes, and let your gaze wander. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at you, “U-uh, WOW, you look great!” Your cheeks warmed as you heard his sincere compliment, feeling flattered to receive it while wearing such a casual ensemble. Imagine what his reaction would be when you’re dressed up. You thank him sweetly. 

After you lock up, Frankie leads you to his truck with his hand lightly touching the small of your back. He opens the door and helps you into the car as you lift yourself onto the running board and into the truck. Frankie finds it hard to look away from the sight of your figure in your tight jeans. He hopes that this date goes well and that he will meet a dog that strikes him with the same lightning bolts he felt when he first saw you. He’s excited to discover what the future has in store for him. 

Thank you for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

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Bikini Bottom really went through it! 😆

thank you so much for reading and reblogging, Adriana!! 🥰

The First Step

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You only wanted to borrow his step ladder, but Joel insists on changing the light bulb for you. You find a way to thank him.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. no outbreak AU. m!oral, reader has hair that can be tugged, reader is tall enough to suck Joel’s dick while he’s standing on a step ladder. a little competency kink.

a/n: I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking Joel off while he’s being neighborly. Please don’t tell my WIPs I ignored them to write this! 🫣 not beta'd. Feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1,373

ao3 | ml

You're perfectly capable of changing the lightbulb in your kitchen yourself. You've lived on your own long enough, handling the odds and ends of home ownership without much fanfare—the big projects reserved for the professionals. So when you had asked your extremely attractive neighbor if you could borrow his stepladder, you surprised yourself when you accepted his offer to change it for you.

When you moved in next door, he was the first neighbor on the street to introduce himself, and you recall his generous offer to help if you ever needed it. Fortunately, you caught him on a Saturday morning when his daughter, Sarah, was at a sleepover the night before. He didn't have to pick her up until noon, so he had the time to help and was more than happy to. He's a contractor after all; he could change a light bulb in his sleep.

It has gotten increasingly warmer since Joel entered your house. Your AC works fine, but you are sweating, gawking at him as he moves through your space. His biceps stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt within an inch of its life as he carried the ladder and situated it below the light fixture in the middle of the kitchen. He's now perched on the ladder with you standing on the other side of the counter.

You watch as he extends his arms above his head to remove the dead bulb, revealing a sliver of tan skin and a trail of thick hair toward the waistband of his sweatpants. You'd think he wore them on purpose, to taunt you, if you hadn't interrupted his quiet morning. And, he couldn't possibly know that you go absolutely feral for men in sweats.

"Shouldn't take me but a minute to change it." The dulcet tone of his southern drawl going straight to your pussy. "Then I'll be out of your hair."

You smile appreciatively, "Thanks, Joel." Hoping he can't sense the hitch in your breath. "You didn't have to do this. But I appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, sweetheart." He winks down at you. "What are neighbors for?"

This was certainly new for you. You've never had a neighbor as polite and handsome as him. "Sweetheart", and then a wink. Fuck, he's charming and competent. The sudden urge to make a move and suck his cock is overwhelming.

"Could you hand me that one there?" His question jolts you back into the room, and you see Joel pointing to the new lightbulb on your countertop.

Bulb in hand, you approach the ladder and pass it to him. His calloused fingers brush over yours. "Thanks."

You don't back away from the ladder as you watch him insert the new bulb into the light fixture. After the final turn secures it in place, he looks down to see that you haven't moved. Your grip is tight around the ladder's handle, and his bulge is less than an inch from your nose.

Incredulous, he inhales deeply before speaking, "Whatcha still doing down there, darlin'?"

With a coy smile and lustful eyes, "Just admiring the view."

If you hadn't been so close, you would've missed the twitch of Joel's cock below the dangling drawstring. Seemingly, the only part of him that can form a response. His mouth agape, unable to form words before your hands are on him.

You trace the outline of his dick with your finger tip over the soft fabric. It begins to stiffen underneath your touch. His eyes are locked on you as you trace your fingers along the edge of the elastic waistband and his lower stomach. Nails drag through the coarse hair below his belly button, sending shivers up his spine before dipping beneath the elastic waistband.

He doesn't dare avert his gaze as you shift his pants lower on his hips to reveal his black boxer briefs. You palm his cock through the stretchy fabric, your tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth watering at the feel of him. He's big. Eager to find out just how big, you pull the briefs down just far enough to tuck them underneath his balls.

Your fingers wrap firmly around his base, offering a teasing grip before you move up the length of his shaft. When you reach his thick head, you swipe your thumb through the precum that's leaked from the tip. The added lubrication eases the down stroke back to his base as you feel his cock harden further in your grip.

"Go on, hun." Joel muses breathily. "Wrap those pretty lips around me."

A wicked smile your only retort. You twist and swirl the tip of your tongue up and down the silken skin of his cock. Taking your time as it travels along the prominent vein on the underside. You make your way back up to his head and circle your tongue around it before wrapping your lips fully around him. Inch by inch, you take him further into your mouth.

You set an unhurried pace up and down his length, relishing the taste and feel of him inside your mouth. Slick pools in your panties from the moans Joel releases above you. One of his hands swiftly grips the ladder's handle to balance himself on shaky knees.

You ease off of him, leaving kitten licks over his tip before collecting saliva in your mouth. He lifts the hem of his tshirt just in time to see as string of spit slowly dribble from your lips to his cock. Your palm wraps firmly around him and coats his cock with steady strokes, lifting it towards his stomach, his balls warm and inviting.

With continued strokes, you pull one of his balls into your mouth. Joel's head lolls back at your moan with your mouth full of his balls. Heat roils low in his stomach as it reverberates through his body.

Releasing his balls with a pop, you twist your slicked up palm around the base of his shaft while you slide his cock back into your wet, warm mouth. The weight of his dick rests on your tongue as you relax your throat to take more of him.

"Oh, fuck!" He groans and spits out. Your fingers dig into his ass cheeks to pull him closer until the tip of his cock kisses the back of your throat and your nose is buried in the thatch of hair at his base. His grip on your hair tightens with a pleasurable sting, and his body stiffens. You pause to inhale his scent while savoring the fullness of him inside you.

When the need to catch your breath overcomes you, you pull back quickly. Spit sputtering as you empty your mouth of him. He cradles the back of your head with his large hand, fingers tangling through your hair. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes; he swipes his thumb along the top of your cheek to clear them before they can fall.

"You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth."

You smile at him before you take him back in your mouth and begin sloppily moving back and forth over his cock, cradling his balls in your hand. His moans and groans echo louder throughout the kitchen, and you feel his balls begin to tighten in your palm. You pick up the pace, eager for him to cum so you can drink him down.

Joel gently moves his hips in sync with your movements. Emitting labored grunts with each thrust. His stomach tightens and you feel his cock begin to pulsate on your tongue before he lets out a final grunt and paints the inside of your mouth with his spend.

With hooded lids, he watches as you swallow it down. Met with a beaming smile, he watches as you swipe at the corners of your mouth, sucking the errant spend off your thumb, not letting a drop go to waste.

Joel descends the ladder, tucking himself back into his pants. "Christ, darlin', a 'thank you' would've sufficed." He huffs a laugh. "But you won't hear me complaining."

"Good, because I think I might have another bulb out. Upstairs." You muse innocently and grab his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! 🫶🏻

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Heeeey! 💖

Here I come with fic rec questions ! So for you I have : 2 & 13 Thanks!😘

hey Cha!!! 👋🏼

2. A fic which made me laugh

the first one that came to mind is Never made it as a wise man by @almostempty. the references Wednesday sprinkles throughout this fic tickle me so much and I there were so many laugh out loud moments while reading.

13. A fic which moved to me to strong emotion

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom this is one of my absolute favorite fics! it is so beautifully written and immersive and had my emotions all over the place with the angst, the yearning, the love. sad and happy tears were shed throughout. ugh, it is just delicious. I couldn't put it down and I need to read it again.

this is such a fun game! tysm for the ask! ❤️

fic rec ask game

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send this to other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!! 🩷🩷

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my beautiful Kate!!! thank you so much! feeling is mutual you wonderful human! ❤️

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Fic Rec Asks Game

Give me a number and I’ll rec:

A fic I’ve read multiple times

A fic which made me laugh

A writer whose work I love

A fic I’ve bookmarked

A fic I think more people should read

A writer who I’ll drop everything to read an update from

A fic I haven’t yet finished but plan to

A fic I found inspirational or learned something from

A writer I respect and admire

A fic which haunts me

A fic which changed the way I feel about something

A writer I’ve followed into at least two different fandoms

A fic which moved me to strong emotion

A fic title I like

A writer who has great ideas

A fic I’m currently reading

Shout-out to a reader who just makes fandom a little better!

Shout-out to a fan artist whom you love

Tagging: everyone lol

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Thank you for calling attention to this!

the leather strap tie that did not get the attention it deserved

so the one thing about the promo overload is that sometimes things flash by and aren't really talked about enough. BUT

@qveerthe0ry and I have been hyped from the first moment about a particular part of this outfit in Germany. So I just had to make a little post to give a nod to that, because I fucking LOVE IT - because hello, a leather tie? I didn't know I needed to see that, but now I need a lotttt more of it!

I've said it before, but the whole outfit is giving me George Michael mid nineties vibes and ahhhhh, that's ALWAYS a good look.

That's all. <3

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bwahahahaha! It’s perfect!

I’d walk a thousand miles for Ted Garcia!!

Thank you @sunshinehaze1 for the inspo!

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Pinterest tag game

thank you for the tags @half-moon16 & @baronessvonglitter 🥰

type: aesthetic, character, color, movie, lyrics and celebrity intro your Pinterest to find your vibe.

npt: @ak-vintage @80ssong @shchristine @kilamonster @peepawispunk

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He’s definitely winning the Pedro #5 Lookalike Contest!

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Sorry if you've already answered this. But what's wrong with the dbf fics? I understand and agree with what you're saying about the way people are writing ppcu characters and needing cultural context and how important it is. But I'm lost about the dbf fics. And I was curious how you feel about the large age gap fics too and if you feel that plays a part at all. Those are my favorite tropes, so I'm just trying to understand. TY!

hi, ty for asking, i tried to write a concise answer and add some links, but my unedited extended edition answer is under the 'keep reading'

in one sentence: I think the trope has become shorthand for the popular fics that often romanticize fetishized roles (white-coded young reader x hypersexualized but otherwise flattened joel) without awareness or intention 

-> tl;dr (the bullet points--i really tried to be brief):

the tropes aren’t inherently harmful, there are often patterns in those fics that reinforce patriarchal, settler colonial white supremacist values (e.g. ‘taboo’ nature of the dbf trope is rooted in patriarchal father/daughter purity/women as property/purity as value) 

the dbf tag often goes hand in hand with white-coded reader inserts (not a crime, but not inclusive) and hypersexualized ppcu characters (fetishization of pp as a latino disguised as a trope) 

popular narratives reinforce systems of power—even when unintentional 

personally, i enjoy tropes that also can often reinforce/romanticize stereotypes, and i have written them too. i want to be an anti-racist ally and do better 

critiquing issues in tropes isn’t a call for censorship or an interpersonal conflict—it is part of being anti-racist and decolonizing internalized beliefs and being aware of the impact of storytelling

-> some links to consider for building your own critical media literacy:

i encourage folks to read from/look up videos of bell hooks, Kimberlé Crenshaw, Angela Davis, Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí, and other BIPOC activists, thinkers, civil rights activists, philosophers, etc. to develop a critical, intersectional feminist lens for yourself

Race didn’t exist until European colonization introduced racism

for more fanfic specific related info (not about dbf but relevant to recurring discourse):

On Fanfiction, Fandom, and Why Criticism Is Healthy

What Fandom Racism Looks Like: Fandom Wank

fandom racism 101: feeling fragile

fandom racism 101: clocking and closing the empathy gap

the long answer: 

(i hope this answers the question. i’ve never been concise in my life. and i wrote this half on my phone and half on my laptop. gonna just send tweet now before i hyperfixate on this for days and write 50 pages of thoughts you didn’t ask for <3)

I wanna preface by clarifying that for most of my rants i am not saying ‘in my opinion these tropes are bad and nobody should write or read them’ but that from a macro/zoomed out view of the fandom there are patterns that that reinforce racialized stereotypes or fetishize characters or idolize colonial/patriarchal values that have systemically been used to prop up structural racism from the bottom up. A dbf fic isn’t inherently racist or a microaggression; neither is an age gap or noncon or whatever trope. There is, however, a pervasive pattern where the dbf trope often goes hand in hand with factors that do reinforce white-coded reader inserts as young/pure/valuable and pp characters as flattened/fetishized, or rough/stoic without depth, or pervy/sleazy. These narratives can reinforce the white supremacist ideology/propaganda of' latino man = dangerous and rough' and 'white (coded) girl = pure/good' …and often the catalyst for his character development centers her reactions bc that ideology doesn’t accept a brown man having growth/redemption/softness without centering the white girl. Over time those fics become the most popular/praised and set the cultural tone in the fandom. A culture that puts white-coded reader x dbf joel fics on a pedestal—which doesn’t just appeal to more white readers but also tells BIPOC readers they aren’t being pictured, considered, or embraced. Repetition and emphasis of cultural narratives can reproduce and keep dominant ideologies in power–-even unintentionally. And the fics aren’t being read in a vacuum, we all exist within the context of a society built on power, privilege, and oppression. 

In my completely personal opinion I’m not drawn to dbf tropes bc the ‘risk’ associated with getting caught by reader’s dad or betraying dad isn’t something that resonates with me as relatable—but that is only my opinion and I wouldn’t tell other people not to read or write dbf fics just because they aren’t my favorite. I do encourage the writers and readers in the fandom that if they want to shift the cultural norm in this fandom to a more diverse and inclusive environment, they need to be critical of the fics they read/write/share, bc liking or disliking the tropes is an opinion---but the presence of patriarchal values and racial fetishization that serves white supremacy is just a fact. it's there in the power dynamics of the stories. and it's a fact that patriarchal values are historically interlinked with white supremacy. these values and stereotypes exist in other forms of popular media, not just fics--but it's in fanfic that we have more control over what is written and shared.

if you don't have internalized shame around sex and don't subscribe to patriarchal gender power roles, purity culture, property-based father-daughter relationships... there is nothing specifically taboo about fucking your dad's best friend. but in the context of our socially constructed norms it's a risque pairing that sets up a forbidden relationship that moves the story along and raises the suspense. and the characters themselves are usually written with those cultural values that portray the daughter's sexuality as reflecting on her father's honor even if you don't have those beliefs yourself. – like let's reaaaally consider why it’s taboo to fuck or date dad’s best friend…

or why it’s a cultural norm that dad’s get bent out of shape about who their daughters fuck…

or why virginity is treated like it reflects on a woman’s value….

why purity ceremonies exist…. 

we know that historically women have been treated as the patriarch’s property (dad or husband)... now dad has been betrayed by his best friend bc (following the patriarchy/property logic) he lowered his daughters value …his daughter betrayed his loyalty/disobeyed etc etc. 

and sure, maybe it’s not that deep to folks reading and writing and it’s just another drop in the bucket along with movies and tv shows and jokes about dad’s with shotguns on their porch and girls being shamed for being sexual while boys are praised…but it also continues to normalize those ideas by repeating them over and over

...so now we can see that the dbf trope in itself is rooted in patriarchal values which are intertwined with puritanical christian values that were spread (enforced) by settler colonization (to societies that had different beliefs and kinship models and gender roles etc.). 

and it’s not that christian values are racist, but that the historical context we live in—where puritanical patriarchal values are politicized and weaponized against marginalized folks like BIPOC, queer, disabled, etc.—means some of those values still prop up structural racism today

the dbf story model is starting from a foundation based on those values---and again, it’s not illegal to write that and it requires education and deconstruction work to see these patterns.

and it requires dedication to interrogate the beliefs they instill in us as individuals and our values—but if people want to change the narrative in a creative space where WE have creative control over the stories, then it’s worth:

1) considering for yourself what you’re reading and how it characterizes the characters and their dynamics

2) having empathy for BIPOC creators that continue to engage and write and share stories in this space even while systems that reinforce white supremacy are being idolized—intentionally or not. 

PERSONALLY i don’t care for big age gap fics bc I feel like the trope can easily reinforce the capitalist and colonial fetishization of youth = beauty and virginity = value/something for men to conquer

i don't find that trope personally relatable whether it's traditionally aligned with the values or somehow subverting or satirizing them but you can still learn from reading things you don't relate to and by reading those fics and being confused by the appeal i was inspired to think more critically about the underlying message and why they're so popular

i imagine there is appeal in controlling those dynamics by writing them for yourself or reading them in a way that highlights or frames the benefits for the reader

i'm sure some are written with intention and read with awareness and i also believe some are consumed without critical consideration for the messages being internalized -- and like.. i really don't care if you're into the kink of age gap or dbf -- i'm into masochism and degradation which obviously can perpetuate stereotypes and fetishization and colonial gender framework too

it's not about what women 'should' be able to write and read... it's just calling awareness to the fact that it goes beyond the power dynamics on the surface. i don't believe women should be shamed for whatever kink they have and at the same time when the pervasive kink being praised stems from patriarchal or colonial values that historically oppressed folks with different beliefs, features, gender roles, etc. then it's also valid for folks to critique the harm that might come from continuing to support those stories without uplifting any other viewpoints or narratives.. like if dbf joel x white coded reader was popular and at the same time soft joel x latine reader or black reader or desi reader or east asian reader or any other framework that intentionally doesn't center a white reader were also popular and all over the dash, then it wouldn't be as concerning. if the fandom was full of diverse stories and different value systems and gender roles then it wouldn't be as important to critique.

but one narrative reigns supreme in so many of the tropes bc the patriarchal/colonial values are ubiquitous bc colonizers did their job and the system reinforces itself as it was intended to

it's popular bc it's familiar and relatable to white people and keeps white people centered and comfortable

and if you're comfortable you're less likely to advocate for change

and if you're centered you're more susceptible to seeing non-white people or non-western values as 'other' and 'other' is the first step to dehumanizing people that don't look like you or believe in the same things as you, and it's easier to stay complacent when bad things only happen to 'other's or people you could consider 'less than human' dehumanizing others was historically the foundation for oppressing BIPOC and is being used as rhetoric TODAY (e.g. with conservative ideology in the US branding immigrants as 'others' to placate white folks into being unfazed when immigrants or brown citizens even have their rights violated or worse). aka there are real world consequences to accepting one narrative and upholding it. you don't have to come to tumblr and be an advocate and an ally-- but if you care about BIPOC and marginalized people and it's a part of your value system to be an ally or to be anti-racist then it's worth being critical of what you consume, create, and promote

as another thought experiment, walk with me: 

imagine if instead of the most popular fics being reader x joel (hbo joel) imagine if the most popular fics were AUs with joel x sarah’s mom (hbo sarah)... imagine what the fandom would feel like if the most popular pairing was joel and a Black woman?… how might white folks feel? how might BIPOC readers feel? imagine if instead of reader x javier peña being popular… imagine if there were AUs with javi x helena everywhere; or Dave York x carol or Clint Flood x Grace, OR imagine even if they weren’t even canon pairings but javi was most commonly written with a latine coded reader that could speak spanish with him? how would your dash be different? 

…i’m not saying those ideas should be the goal.. just maybe imagine what a space would feel like if it weren’t centered on white-coded women as the lovable and fuckable mc and sit with that hypothetical for a while… (and no it still wouldn’t be just flipping the system bc Black and brown folks still don’t have the systemic power and privilege in or out of the fandom) again… it’s not that people are writing these stereotypes or reinforcing hegemony intentionally and that’s because the system is working! it’s keeping the people in power in power by continuing to oppress non-white people (and queer folks and disabled folks and non-christian folks etc) from so many ‘drops in a bucket’ that the oppressed are drowning in an ocean and the white folks are floating on pool floaties and can’t even see how deep the water is.. like white people don’t have to think about a world where the ‘blank slate’ isn’t relatable to them bc it doesn’t exist in western culture and folks write what they know and learn from society and popular media and other fics.. so of course folks are rewriting and enjoying these tropes and they aren’t doing it with malicious intent and there are likely BIPOC folks who are used to the same narratives and find ways to relate or enjoy what they can… but there are also folks who have been faced with these systems of oppression so overtly, for so long they can’t unsee it… anyway, changing what tropes are popular won’t solve structural racism 

At the same time, giving folks a safe space to be in community, to share knowledge and learn together, and to be a space that doesn’t uphold white supremacy would make a difference for some folks and would be a drop into a new bucket so to speak. 

and, what we consume DOES impact our beliefs and values; and our values shape the relationships we build irl, and the way we vote, and the causes we fight for, and the passions we dedicate our lives to. so maybe on the surface it doesn’t seem that deep to praise a dbf one shot but it also doesn’t take a herculean effort to make a dbf one shot where the reader isn’t white coded, there isn’t a white girl in the moodboard, and where the ppcu character is more than a fetishized projection. even just start with one of those three.  i know it’s exhausting to have to do the work (reflecting and making critical choices) to consider the ethics of fanfic, but it’s exhausting for BIPOC folks to live in a world where they still are oppressed and microaggressed and targeted daily… and I, PERSONALLY, want to be someone that contributes to positive change i don’t mean you can’t have your favorite tropes, i just encourage you that if you’d like to be an anti-racist ally consider promoting/writing/reading any trope with intention and even interrogating your own beliefs as an exercise for your own personal growth (and maybe you still love those tropes and personally relate or enjoy them in a way that matters to you and that’s okay, we can all like different things) for example, i like infidelity fics—i get why a lot of people hate them and i think they can reinforce racialized narratives and colonial/patriarchal hegemony, too. i still enjoy the taboo of the dynamic and i’ve tried to write that trope with intention so that my characters are whole people not just a ‘dangerous latino’ that doesn’t stay faithful and writing a reader that is equally culpable in instigating and doesn’t just melt into his arms but talks back and has empowered sexuality and confidence etc. etc. those are things i think help to combat the basic racialized narrative and add something more complex even if it’s just small references to their inner emotions or lives or whatever else makes them more than a cardboard cutout.

and, i also fuck up. 

i love a toxic/fuckboy/emotionally constipated man trope (is there a better name for that? probably) which could easily fall into the same issues of the brown man being overly sexualized/fetishized, ‘dangerous’, ‘stoic’, etc. and i think i am guilty of reproducing these stereotypes in my fuckboy joel fic bc he’s flattened and sexualized and the dynamic is entrenched in the same narrative romanticizing coercion and helpless submission. I didn’t give him much depth or the reader a lot of overt internal conflict or awareness or obvious consent/willingness.. so i have just as much work to do in dismantling my own writing and desires tbh.

and like, i want to list a million excuses to defend it—’it was my first fic’, or ‘well, at least fuckboy joel isn’t the popular trope in the fandom’ but i know i would actually love it if that were the popular trope! 

i love that dynamic of the toxic/we shouldn’t but we can’t help it/but we’re not gonna communicate about this effectively/but maybe we’ll process our emotions through sex type of story, yep. i love emotionally avoidant disasters (bc they are relatable to me!). 

BUT those tropes without depth and/or with white-coded sexually submissive reader inserts.. it’s just as harmful as dbf fics with fetishized joel’s and fragile young reader inserts that are written without intention or examination. in fact, the longer i think about it, i should add an edit to my fuckboy joel fics and point out my own critique and maybe edit them (maybe then i’ll even figure out the end of the story bc it would probably help if i DID give joel more depth the whole time). I’m sure there’s more i can reflect on too. so anyway, i’ll repeat myself again: i don’t think structural racism and power, privilege, and oppression are systems that people are individually responsible for… but i do think that in this specific niche hobby where we are in control of what we create… we have an opportunity to uplift different narratives than traditional media and we have the power to be more diverse and inclusive than any network or editor would allow.. so, consume and produce whatever you want; reading a fic doesn’t make you a bad person. 

and at the same time, if you want to be an anti-racist ally then be critical of what you consume and promote and listen when BIPOC folk speak out about their concerns. 

I’m not great at simplifying concepts the way some folks are. I think dbf and age gaps often go hand in hand with white-coded readers and fetishized Joel’s which from a zoomed out perspective shows that people most enjoy reading those dynamics so more people keep writing them. But white-coded readers aren’t inclusive and perpetuate the ideas that women should be soft, fragile, aka the angel of the house (an ideology that says women are ‘naturally’ submissive and domestic) and fetishize Joel (a Latino character—when referring to the version played by pedro) by flattening him into a deviant or dangerous man controlled by lust. Maybe there are many dbf fics that have more nuance and interrogation of these stereotypes, but that isn’t clear from the copious moodboards of small white woman ankles and hands ya know? 

Hope some of this helps, feel free to make your own decisions and form your own opinions about what you want to read and write  someone accused me of hiding behind academic jargon and i'm aware that i'm not great at breaking down complex topics so if you have questions i can try again

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