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coridallasmultipass · 9 months ago

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brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

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I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

#apologies for being entirely unhinged about brocal. this isnt even the half of it #the-meat-machine #asked #praying my internet posts this in one go in the correct format. rip to everyones dashboard if it doesnt #im not turning on my pc to correct it if i cant fix an upload error from mobile #homestuck #brocal #otp5eva #stridercest #long post #Cori.exe #Post.exe #im like staring at my phone scared to hit the post button bc if tumblr has a fit then idk what ill do #and its like okay i could just put my phone down and go to sleep.#but what if tumblr decides to post it AFTER IM ASLEEP AND CLOGS EVERYONE WHOS FOLLOWING ME'S DASH #if that readmore doesnt save where its supposed to... (has happened before)... i am genuinely so fucking sorry.#oh oKAY WAIT compromise. ill save it as a draft first so the bulk of the upload happens privately in case something goes wrong #bc knowing my internet and how i was fighting hyperlinks last night and today that still wont work. something is gonna go wrong #fingers crossed the draft saves tho i dont wanna copy all this shit from the 'in case of emergency' screenshots i took lol #anyway i really need to get ready for bed fuck lol literally took me hours to type this and its not even polished ughh #toxic yaoi guard puppet #omg tho 'lil cal top surgery' idea had me dying when i remembered theres canon cal sewn up like that #i gotta remember to post that separately tmr #i got this post draftes and gna post now. im seeby #oh wait #puppets #suggestive #striders #man if i wish i started w the last point but i dont have the energy to reorder everything #nini im going seep 4r this time

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worldofgoo · 5 months ago

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I feel bad that idk how to help my brother with his substance abuse like the moment it seems like he's doing anything I just get really stressed out and want to avoid the whole thing because of how my mom always reacts (and tbh he can be pretty scary/rude too)

#sorry the gc is talking about parent issues #currently brother issues which i suppose is closely interlinked #I like... don't really talk to or support him at all we joke and hang out and once in a while I'll defend him #but I also side with my mom pretty frequently because i want to placate her and i don't want him to drink and think hes a dick sometimes #tw oversharing ig im not using my private blog for this anymore so it goes here #omg how is it so far past midnight

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mafufuu · 5 months ago

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bleh

#vent thing so if you dont wanna see scroll away #i dont. feel good #not in a sick way nessecarily but #its weird seeing my writing perform so much better than my art #often times its like i put more effort into my art and my writing is just spur of the moment. ive been doing art for even longer than ive #written i dont even try to consistently write. i want to see people articulate their praises for me or at least acknowledge my work. for #some reason seeing it done privately isnt enough. i think i just want to be enough for me but i think that requires the applause. maybe its #just me chasing trends on the writing side but i think more people have seen anything i wrote compared to any work i drew and i dont know h #how to feel about that. i get hundreds of hits for some damn reason but as of late i dont get more than thirty notes. this is all so selfis #im questioning if ive even made it anywhere. if all my work meant nothing. if im even worthy of what attention i have. i know when you thin #of it ten people can be a lot of people but just comparing the numbers leaves a foul taste in my mouth. i dont like this. i dont like being #so insecure and jealous. i see my friends getting so much more than i do and instead of being happy for them i just feel worse about myself #and then feel even worse because im supposed to be their friend. im supposed to care for them. i think i do but something in me wants to #steal their place for the sake of the recognition. i keep on reminding myself this isnt a competition but something doesnt quite click. wha #a friend i am. ive thought about just posting it on here or self reblogging but its what little ego i have left telling me not to. i can #understand and i think if i wasnt feeling like shit rn id actually agree that its valid to want my art to stand for itself and not just #try to get notes for the sake of it. i mean anyway it just gets lost among everything else here so what even is the point. im sorry for #being jealous. its okay if you dont forgive me #arte screams into the void

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ii-zi · 1 year ago

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Love how obvious it is when something trends organically vs bot activity just looking at the trending tab

#also kinda embarrassed about hititng tag limit in that last post lol sorry about that #feel free to feel like im offering you my diary to read even tho i never kept one and idk if that's a thing w diaries #like sure they're supposed to be private but like that's it? or is it like a sort of self/auto pen pal thing that you show to #those who are the closest to you?#do ppl exchange diaries? like in that one manhwa with karno and the pastry chef princess?#i have what my sister calls a junk journal that i fill with what little bits n pieces i can #it even has a little mirror! bc her friend broke the oreo sandwich themed mirror hair brush thing i let her borrow lol #so i took the loose mirror and washitaped it to the lil notebook #and a top loader with a lile sticker?? draken polaroid a friend got me from a sort of themed event in an anime themed café or something #and a lot of post its with my doodles lol #and one doodle my sister made!#it's a round frog heehee i put keropi in another smaller note under it and a han (skz #skz like his little mascot thing) underneath ith #personal #vent

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boyfeminism · 2 years ago

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i know officially bottom growth isnt reversible but it fucking feels like it is i need to get back on testosterone 🧍‍♂️

#speaking #my insurance goes thru jan 1st. i can make it.#i am convinced my dick is smaller im gonna implode #sometimes im like sure im happy with where im at with t #and then i think about my voice and hair and fat distribution and bottom growth and everything t is supposed to keep changing #and i feel like i failed bc i can fucking do a shot once a week #none of its enough. its never going to be enough.#wheres my stupid dick -_-#CANT do a shot a week. cant fucking type either.#sorry for getting weird about my body and having a hard time falling asleep. it will happen again.#feeling miserable. if i lived alone id play a video game for a bit or sleep on the floor but id feel weird doing either with js #jackie here. like an immediate accountability and not smthn i did in private misery.#im just too aware of my body i think.

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scarlet-alleyway · 2 years ago

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Hi again, Anon! I'm pretty sure these are all from the same person from that other ask, so I hope you don't mind if I answer all three of these at once: I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the new chapter :)

About changing Ch 16, I personally won't be updating it unless there's a typo somewhere. However, I give you full permission to download that chapter and change Leo's interaction however you like- as long as you don't re-upload your version of the chapter anywhere online.

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This is actually a blanket permission for all of my readers. If there's something in my story that you don't like, it's okay to download the fic and change it into something that suits you better- as long as you keep your version of the story offline.

I hope that's a reasonable compromise, and that no one is offended/upset by my decision to not change the story on AO3.

Wishing everyone a wonderful day <3

#anon asks #ao3 stuff #sorry to get a little too serious about this #but at the end of the day im writing my story for myself first and foremost- and i'm not really comfortable adapting my story #simply because someone on the internet didn't love the way a part of it was written...#that being said i want you to enjoy what you're reading #and this story is supposed to be relaxing and easygoing at the end of the day #so you're all more than welcome to fix it however you see fit #as long as you keep your own version private and personal to you

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radrush · 1 year ago

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this gif is clearly showing commercial flights as well lol. you can literally see the logos for Alaska Airlines, Southwest, JSX, and Spirit above the planes and they are the majority of the flights on this map that claims to be highlighting "celebrities' private jets"

#also most private jets are not owned or operated by celebrities #like there are so many more not-famous uber-wealthy people than there are superrich celebrities #and the paper straws thing is like a complete non sequitur that's just supposed to make ppl more mad about a completely different thing #this is such a fucking social-media- braindead post im so tired of seeing it sorry

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apollo-zero-one · 3 months ago

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Oh I was joking about the alcoholism but I can see this becoming an Issue. Surely getting a job will fix it and not make it worse

#please fix it and don't make it worse #Yes the job is so I can have money to buy more wine. but also I will not be able to drink while at work so you see how this also might help #I might switch back to weed if I can afford it idk if its necessarily better for me but it feels less bad at least #im getting my tolerance down so I can hopefully go back down to my 2.5s being enough alone #that is going to take awhile though because yesterday I had a 10 and it only had a mild effect #what I need to do is raw dog life for a month or two. Which I was supposed to get to do at the summer camp but I chickened out #substance abuse #someone privately asked me to start tagging. to that person (who eill not see this bevause they have filtered fhe substance abuse tag) sorry #sorry again. to anyone else im tagging these vents as substance abuse now #so you can filter them

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not-souleaterpost · 10 months ago

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When you deleted your reddit acount because the Soul Eater reddit doesnt like your posts

Nah but for real, say what you want about tumblr, but reddit is so much more anoying - but maybe thats most social media, tried uploading videos on tiktok only to get copyright stuck the same second or just have them deleted for vague comunity guidelines shit, maybe I was too hard on youtube.

I know crying about reddit is pathetic but I dunno, just let me vent lol, idunno gotta get my shit together, too many distractions and other bullshit.

#soul eater reddit #but yeah i dunno I have thin skin so it got annoying when low effort jokes got upvoted while my love effort joke seemed to offend people lo #but in general I saw interesting questions with nobody writting anything to answer #like I get most people dont care and just want to see fanart or whatever but with the death of forums its kinda sad #like it is a kinda “Old” anime so you would assume the fans would be older and have something to say #but tbh I was allways anti reddit so jokes on me for trying to give them a chance and fit in when I just dont vibe with their “style”#like tbh I dont allways with tumblr #but atleast this website is usefull on its own like a blog and all while reddit is just shitting your shit into other peoples faces #and atleast here there are some interesting people with oppinions and shit #I probably should just have written it in the post and not tags lol idk #and I know its my own fault for procrastinating from work and the projects im actually supposed to do #but tbh the lips of the tatoos could be ragnarok lips and the haha's could be laughs of madness so its even more fitting-#but I guess Im the only one who found this joker funny ironically lol i dunno #is there some fancy word for bad impulse control yet or is that just called being a manchild baby?#so yeah i dunno what Im even trying to say anymore just a strange week or something i dont even know #also the iceberg videos didnt get many upvotes anymore so I doubt I lose much visibility but lets see with the next video #which sadly isnt coming soon #maybe now I will actually do the thing I promised myself #I dunno just imagine this is some private theraphy positve reafirmation journal #i'll try to not log in again for a few days or something maybe I should que the post for the screencaps acount for a month and not just wee #idk #yeah...sorry #also fuck reddit #and social media #and tiktok

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pear-island · 1 year ago

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people finding my old art incident 12 injured 3 killed

#seriously though if anyone finds my old art that’s SUPPOSED to be privated im gonna block you. sorry

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norrisainz33 · 8 months ago

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friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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avis-writeshq · 1 year ago

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hi ! love ur fics <3

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff

im sorry if that was the stupidest described ask ever achh but lov u !

pairing: s9!spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, bombshell-ish(?) reader, fluff warnings: 16+ for kind of suggestive? he’s so in love UGH a/n: thank you for requesting !! wc: 1.22k

Spencer thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. He thinks that you’re glowing every time you walk into the room– no matter how upset or disgruntled you may be– and as cliche as it may seem, he’s certain that swarms butterflies fill his stomach and cloud his mind. In fact, he thinks that you have always had that effect on him, ever since he’s met you. You’re touchy, and despite Spencer’s general aversion to physical touch, he finds that he doesn’t mind your germs much.

Very often he finds himself at your mercy, with the way your fingers brush against his face as if it’s nothing, as if that movement alone was something that you do with everyone (you’ve only ever done it with him). There are other instances where you’ve been very blatant in your attraction towards him, so much so that he ends up with his cheeks hot more often than not. A part of him is grateful that though you work in the FBI, it isn’t his division. He doubts he’d be able to see the end of it.

“Spencer,” you gush, curling your fingers into the ends of his hair. Or rather, lack of hair. “You got a haircut. You’re supposed to consult me first, you know.”

He laughs, looking up at you as you stand over him while he sits at his desk. “Is that what a good boyfriend is supposed to do?”

“Yes.” You speak with mock indignation, properly running your fingers through his hair from his fringe to the back of his head. “It’s so short.”

“Do you hate it?” There’s a momentary pang of unease that strikes at his heart. “Maybe I should have consulted you.”

“No, baby, it looks really good.” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You’re warm. Do you have a fever?”

Of course I’m warm, Spencer wants to say while you continue to dote on him, your hands travelling to his collar next and brushing against his throat. You’re touching me in the middle of the bullpen.

He opts to not say anything when he sees your knowing smile. You’re doing this on purpose. He clicks his tongue, squeezing at your waist lightly as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. He’ll let you win this battle; he’s going to get you back.

***

He doesn’t really know how to get you back. There are a few harmless things he’d thought of doing: sneaking into your department and hiding your mug on the top shelf (he fears that you’d ask someone, a taller more handsome someone, to rescue it for you), not wearing the tie you picked out for him that morning (he can already envision your disappointed frown and his chest aches at the imaginary you getting upset because of him), and putting toothpaste in your Oreos (he doesn’t want to die).

All of these ideas go down the drain and he ends up not getting back at you for days. It doesn’t help that he’s been gone for a case while you’ve been stuck at home. It isn’t all bad, and a part of him wishes that he can hold himself to the same level of confidence as Derek when Penelope calls him with flirtatious motives. You do virtually the same thing.

Your words are honey as you shower him with compliments, ending him with a simple “Hey, gorgeous.”

It is enough to make his heart leap to his throat and his cheeks to warm to a pretty pink. There’s not much overlap between the Human Resources Branch and the BAU, especially considering that you assist more on the training and hiring side of things, so there aren’t many opportunities for you to fluster him when he’s out of the office. He finds that you always make an excuse.

“Hi,” he responds softly, avoiding the teasing gazes of Emily and Derek. “Is… are you okay?”

“Do I need to not be okay to talk to my lovely boyfriend?”

You’re teasing him, poking fun at the way he so easily surrenders to you. He resists the urge to run out the room.

“Stop,” he warns half-heartedly. He says your name quietly, tapping his fingers at the edge of the table. “Is there something you needed?”

He can practically hear you smile as you respond, the sound of your mouse clicking in the background. “Oh, yeah. My computer says that my storage is full. What do I do?”

“Your storage is full,” he repeats, smiling. “That’s why you called me?”

“It’s lunchtime in Santa Monica, right?”

He relents, cheeks hurting from how hot and stretched out they are. “Yes.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

He puffs out a breath of air, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re lovely.” He can imagine you batting your eyes, your smile saccharine. “Don’t you wish that you were here, gorgeous?”

He’s definitely going to get you back.

***

Spencer goes to your apartment once the case ends, his eyes dreary with sleep and the horrors that he saw only a few hours prior. Your apartment key hangs next to his on his keychain– a limited edition Tardis charm that you got him for his birthday. He huffs out a breath, unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s met with you dancing around in your kitchen, headphones on whilst holding a wooden spoon. A part of him is concerned with how easily he could slip into your home without being notice, but the other part can’t help but smile at how carefree you look, and he leans against the wall to stare.

He doesn’t get the opportunity to stare for long. It’s comical, the way you jump upon seeing him, eyes wide as you rip your headphones off.

“You’re back! You scared me.” A smile stretches across your lips while you press your palm to your chest whilst taking steps towards him. “Don’t do that ever again.”

Spencer laughs, toeing his shoes off and resting his hands on your waist. His head dips down to meet your gaze, peering up at you with a soft smile. “You look beautiful.”

Your cheeks glow warm and you break eye contact. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I missed you.”

He notes the way you don’t respond, in some sort of daze while your lips part in both surprise and flusteredness. He understands your sentiments– it isn’t often that he initiates affection.

“Did you miss me, too?” Spencer asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Of course I did,” you croak out, heat building in your head.

Spencer chuckles, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s doing this on purpose, flustering you to the point of no return. He kisses you again, one hand holding the base of your head while the other squeezes at the flesh of your waist. It’s dizzying, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the feel of his fingers in your hair.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs once he’s pulled away. His thumb rubs a line from the back of your ear to where your jawline starts, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Where did that confidence go, hm?”

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sunshineangel0 · 2 months ago

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「 𐔌 . ⋮ off limits ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 」

.・゜⤑ dbf!bang chan x reader ⤷ “I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters. — your dad couldn’t pick you up from the airport, so he sent his best friend instead. bang chan. older. broader. still single. still unfairly hot. something about it hums, something neither of you are supposed to touch. ➶wc: 1.6k ↺ tw: age gap, sexual content (explicit), unprotected sex (dont do that guys), power imbalance (father’s best friend),potential dubcon undertones (due to authority figure + age gap, even though consent is present). ⋆ a/n: culprit is THIS VIDEO that inspired me to write this. his fault. all his fault. also imagining chan as with silver streaks and experienced hands makes me ahsgzashfdjwh. btw im trying out a new layout rn? tell me how you like it!! enjoy the story hehe・。.

The first thing you see when you step out of the terminal is him.

Bang Chan. Leaning against the side of his car like a photo in motion—arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, one foot propped against the bumper. He’s broader than you remember. Hair a little messier. Tan deeper. But the same dimple shows when he smiles. And the sight of him still punches a little too low in your stomach.

You pause, blinking like maybe you’re imagining it. Like maybe this is some private fantasy you shouldn’t still be having at twenty-two.

He pushes off the car when he sees you, grin sliding lazy across his face.

“Didn’t recognize you for a second,” he says, stepping close. His voice is lower than you remember. Rougher. “You look… older.”

You arch a brow as he pulls your suitcase out of your hand with one casual tug. Like it weighs nothing. Like you weigh nothing.

“That a bad thing?”

He opens the passenger door for you, gaze flicking down your body once—quick, but not quick enough. “No,” he says. “Just dangerous.”

You pretend you didn’t hear that. Slide into the seat. Try to ignore the way the leather’s still warm from the sun.

The car smells like cedarwood and mint. Something clean but lived-in. Like him. Like his hand lotion and the gum he always used to chew when he was helping your dad in the garage.

The ride starts out quiet. The engine purrs low. Music hums under it—some soft indie playlist he probably didn’t think twice about. Outside the window, the city blurs past in streaks of concrete and light. Your legs stick slightly to the seat. His elbow brushes the edge of the console every time he shifts gears.

You glance at his hands. Big. Tanned. Veins prominent across the back like a roadmap. One of them drums against the wheel in a rhythm too steady for how fast your heart’s beating.

He glances over. “Sorry your dad bailed on pickup duty. Got called into some last-minute meeting and figured I was a decent stand-in.”

You smile. “I don’t mind.”

His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t look away from the road. “It’s good to see you.” “You too.”

Silence settles again. But this time, it feels loaded. Stretched tight, like the air’s thinner somehow. Every little sound magnifies—the low buzz of tires, the squeak of the leather when you shift, the scratch of his nails against the steering wheel.

You tug your shorts down an inch. Not because they’re riding up—because you suddenly can’t stop thinking about how bare your legs are. How close they are to his hand on the gearshift. The console between you feels smaller than it should.

Suddenly, as if another symptom of whatever was happening to you just now, your troath started feeling dry. You reach for the water bottle in the holder. His. Cold to the touch, beads of condensation slipping down your fingers.

“Mind?” you ask, even though you’re already unscrewing the cap.

He glances, just briefly, then back to the road. “Help yourself.”

You sip, slow. Let the water hit your lips, then hold his gaze in the mirror above the dashboard. His jaw flexes. His grip tightens. You set the bottle back down, letting your fingers linger on the rim just a second too long.

“You always this quiet now?” he asks.

“Depends who I’m with.”

He laughs, but it’s short. Breathless. There’s something restrained in the way he shifts in his seat, like he’s trying not to look at you again. He pulls off the freeway and into a quieter neighborhood—trees lining the streets, golden-hour light cutting across the pavement. You know where he’s going before he says it.

“My place is closer. Figured I’d bring you by, let your dad catch up with whatever he’s buried in.”

You nod. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

But when he parks in the driveway, neither of you move. He sits back, one hand still on the wheel, the other dropping to his thigh. His chest rises slowly. He looks at you then—really looks. Not a quick glance. Not a polite check-in.

His eyes drag over your face, your neck, the way your collarbone curves beneath your shirt.

“You’ve changed,” he says, voice low.

“So have you.” He doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps looking at you like he’s trying to memorize something he shouldn’t be seeing.

Then—slowly—he reaches over. Fingers brushing your cheek as he tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His knuckles skim your skin, linger just a beat longer than necessary.

You don’t lean away. His voice, when he speaks again, is rougher. Like it’s being dragged out of him.

“You’re making it really hard to be good right now.” You whisper, “Then don’t be.”

He groans—quiet, guttural. His hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. His eyes flick between your lips and your eyes like he’s still fighting something in himself. But it’s losing.

“I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters.

But his belt is already unbuckled.

And you don’t stop him. His belt clicks open, the sound sharp in the quiet space between you.

You watch his hands move with purpose—undoing the top button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down slow. Like he’s daring you to stop him. You don’t.

You shift in your seat, breath caught in your throat. Your thighs press together involuntarily. Everything feels too tight—your shorts, your skin, the air in the car.

He leans over, crowding your space. His hand curls around the back of your neck, warm and steady. His thumb strokes just beneath your jaw as his lips hover close.

“This is a bad idea,” he murmurs. You nod. “Yeah.”

But you still tilt your chin up to kiss him.

The second your mouths meet, something snaps. His grip tightens. His lips crush yours with weeks—months—of pent-up restraint unraveling all at once. The kiss is rough. Starved. Tongue and teeth and heat. His free hand slips under your thigh, dragging you closer across the leather seat. It squeaks under the shift of your weight.

You climb over the console without thinking, knees braced awkwardly on either side of his lap. The steering wheel digs into your back, but you don’t care. All you can feel is him—his hands on your hips, the hard line of him pressing up against you through his boxers.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he breathes against your mouth, voice low and frayed.

“Pretty sure I do,” you whisper, grinding down against him.

He swears—soft and filthy—and yanks your shirt up, lips trailing down your neck to your chest. He mouths at the swell of your breasts, biting just enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls one cup of your bra down and sucks your nipple into his mouth. Wet heat. Tongue flicking. You cry out, hips rolling against him with no rhythm, just need.

His hand slides between your legs, cupping you over your shorts.

“Fuck,” he mutters, feeling the dampness there. “You’re soaked.”

“Do something about it.” That’s all it takes.

He pushes your shorts aside, fingers slipping under your underwear, finding your clit with maddening precision. You jerk against him, moaning quietly into his shoulder. His touch is practiced—slow circles, pressure just right. He watches you unravel like it’s the only thing in the world he wants.

“You gonna come just like this?” he asks, voice husky. “Grinding on my hand in the front seat?”

You nod, desperate. He presses two fingers inside you, and your whole body clenches.

“God, look at you,” he groans. “So fucking tight. So wet for me.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck. His fingers move faster. The heel of his palm keeps pressure on your clit. Your thighs tremble.

It builds quick—hot and overwhelming. You fall apart in his lap, jaw slack, breath catching on a moan as you come around his fingers. He holds you through it, whispering praise into your skin, mouth brushing your ear.

When you come down, he pulls his fingers out slow and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

Your breath catches all over again. Then he lifts you just enough to free himself—hard, thick, flushed at the tip. You reach down to wrap your hand around him, stroking once. He hisses.

“You sure?” he asks, voice ragged. “Because if I fuck you right now, it’s not gonna be soft.”

“I don’t want soft.” That’s all the permission he needs.

He lines himself up and pulls you down in one thrust. You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. He curses, low and broken.

“Gosh—so tight—fuck.”

You bounce in his lap, seat creaking beneath you, the whole car shifting with every movement. The windows fog. Your thighs slap against his. His grip on your hips is bruising.

You ride him like you’ve wanted to for years—needy, reckless, filthy. The angle is deep. Every grind hits something electric inside you. Your second orgasm sneaks up fast, faster than you expect, and you cling to him as it rips through you.

He follows with a growl, hips jerking up into yours as he spills inside you. One last thrust. Another. Then stillness. Breathless. His forehead pressed against your chest, sweat beading at his hairline.

The car is silent except for the sound of your breathing. The smell of sex hangs thick in the air.

Neither of you speaks right away. Then, voice rough, he mutters, “Your dad is going to fucking kill me.”

You laugh, breathless. “Guess we better make it worth it, then.”

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