#🎵she a runner she a track star🎵

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I just finished the first episode of Heartstopper, so here are some of my thoughts in no particular order.

The opening song is cool (will probably look up the shows soundtrack like I did with XO, Kitty).

Why did the camera focus so much on Charlie's bag & Elle's drink? Is it product placement?

Wow, no hate to the actor, but Charlie's eyebrows are THICK!!!!

Tori is beautiful but also kind of looks like a ghost (I think she’d be great for the role of  Violet Baudelaire from A Series Of Unfortunate Events) & why was she so pushy about the "dream guy" thing? Like let the poor boy breathe.

Is Nick's actor that much taller than Charlie's? I hadn't noticed.

I’m sorry, but knees are so weird to me lol. Also obligatory, 🎵 she's a runner she's a track star🎵.

Wait, is that PE teacher that will later interrupt the team theorising about Nick & Charlie's relationship? It's crazy how they’ve found actors who look so much like the characters in the graphic novels (other casting directors should take notes).

Ok fair enough about wanting your team to be good & wondering if the quiet, skinny, nerdy, boy is even into sports but the shit about him being gay is so stupid (bet it was Harry that said that).

Glad Charlie didn't get injured learning rugby, lol.

Nick's shorts seem a lot smaller than Charlie's ones do, but maybe that's the costume designer's way of helping Charlie’s actor look more skinny?

Omg Stephen Fry, what are you doing here lol?

Wow, people weren't kidding. Olivia Colman really did show up just to say one line. What a legend, lol.

Ben, did you really make Charlie walk all that way for such a lame ass kiss? Also, let him talk about his Christmas, you jerk!

I don't think that Form tutor is very good at his job (while Nick thankfully turned out to be nice) it’s usually not a great idea to put the skinny, gay, nerd that has already been bullied with the bigger, popular, seemingly straight, athlete, especially at an all boys school!

Ben, you dick. Like I get wanting to keep your relationship secret, but you did not need to pull the 'who the hell are you!' card. All you had to do was say hi in a confused/uninterested tone (then apologise later). If anything, your reaction came off more weird than what Charlie did.

I'm sorry, but I don't get the leaf animation. I mean, I GET it, just why leaves? Why not flowers or hearts or something? It just doesn’t seem that impactful to me, but maybe they have a deeper meaning that I'm just not grasping yet? If so, please let me know.

Ok, so I'm torn over the gay teacher. Like artistic? That's cool. Those glasses? Cute. Him giving Charlie a safe space to eat lunch? Great. Him being worried over Charlie potentially being bullied again? Awesome (take notes, Form guy), but his advice to Charlie seemed slightly lacking. Obviously, honesty & communication are important in relationships, but I'm a little surprised that possible safety concerns weren't addressed at all, especially from a fellow gay guy. Like I get that he doesn’t know the kind of guy Charlie's "dating" & that just because someone doesn't want to come out yet doesn’t mean they should be labelled as dangerous but internalised homophobia can make some people lash out & after everything Charlie's been through his clearly more likely to be vulnerable to situations like that.

Nick is a golden retriever in human form, they're 100% correct 😊.

Isaac? What happened to Aled? I hope he still shows up. He may be quiet, but he was so cute during Charlie's 15th birthday in the graphic novel.

Interesting to get to see Elle's time at Higg's (fuck that transphobic teacher & whoever was throwing sandwiches at her). Sad she doesn’t have any friends but I'm sure that'll change when she meets Tara & Darcy. Wow, is it strict over there, though, like you can't even be on your phone at lunchtime? Damn! Surprised they did it this way, though, as I was assuming they'd just make Truham co-ed so all the characters could be in the same place.

Tao, my guy, the drink thing is sweet but that hair is.....certainly.....a choice 😅.

The shots of Charlie looking at food, without eating, make me ☹️.

I gotta be honest, the montage of Nick & Charlie saying hi to each other was a little cringy to me compared to how it came across in the graphic novel, but they're meant to be teens, so I'll let it slide. It's also an effective way to highlight how differently Charlie's "boyfriend" treats him compared to an acquaintance.

Ben's hand covering up Nick's smiley face got me like ☹️/😠. They're not even together yet & I already felt like telling him to get off Charlie, like that boy is not for you! It’s ridiculous, lol.

Ben what you did was fucked up but it's hard to be scared of someone who looks so much like a meerkat in a wig (no hate to the actor) also did it seem like he just....skidded away when Nick pulled him off Charlie? Like, was the actor wearing Heelys lol? Or had someone just mopped the floor without telling anyone? Also, it's lame to wear a coat when you're cold? What in the toxic masculinity are you fucking on about Ben?

Omg the bathroom scene was so adorable, but I wanna know what kind of pen Nick was using because being covered in that amount of ink is crazy 😆.

Overall, it's very cute. I like Nick & Charlie. It’ll probably take a bit longer for me to really care about the other characters. Ben can catch these hands! And I’m looking forward to watching the Narlie relationship develop.

So while not overly ground breaking (though obviously important for LGBTQ+ rep) it's definitely enjoyable in a comforting sort of way which (considering medias fascination with marginalised suffering) is obviously important for queer youth but also must be quite healing for queer elders. Because you deserve wholesome, cheesy, romance just as much as anyone else.

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🎵she’s a runner she’s a track star🎵

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🎶🎵 She's a runner, she's a track star 🎵🎶🎶

If I were Sunshine I would smack Ari’s ass with a towel and run off 😎

It's hard to sneak up on Ari. Even harder to get your hands on his ass.

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

CW: Spanking, mentions of smut, implied primal play kink.

AN: Unbetad drabble, written on my phone.

Between his fast reflexes and his keen awareness of his surrounding at any given time, you've learned that you can't just sneak up behind the tall biker and slap his ass. Doesn't mean you don't try.

His firm, round cheeks are begging for it. The same way you he had you begging last night. And this morning. And during the ride over to Steve's house.

After the first six or seven times of you futility attempting to land one blow, one little smack on his ass only for him to reach behind him, grab your wrist and pulling you around him, your back against his chest, lips descending to your ear. "Give it up Sunshine. The only ass that's getting spanked around here is yours."

It's the nice try though tinged with a hint of condescending amusement as he kisses along your throat that has you glaring at him, like you can really take on your biker. You could if you wanted too. Maybe.

You have never backed down from a challenge and you're certainly not going to start today. Now you have to smack his ass. You have to.

Only you can't.

He hears you coming from a mile away not matter what you do. The more you fail, the cockier his smirk becomes, the more oh that was cute Sunshine, so close that time gets kissed along your shoulder, across your throat and on your lips.

Then one day, you get the perfect opportunity.

Ari has this particular enticing habit of walking out of the bathroom after a shower with his towel around his shoulders, water rolling down his muscular, tattoo laced body.

You're walking back to his bedroom to ask him something when you see Ari standing in front of the closet, his large, naked body still damp. Music blasting from his phone, steam rolling out of the bathroom, warming the room.

He tosses the towel in the dresser, stretching his long arms over his head, his firm ass flexing.

"Don't even think about it." He warns, blue eyes perusing his collection of shirts.

You have the towel twisted in your hands, whipping out before he could turn around. It might have been because you were trembling with nerves and excitement but you hit him a little harder than you anticipated. The end of the towel snaps across his right cheek, the sound make your eyes widen as his pale cheek reddens.

Ari takes a deep breath in, rolling his shoulders. "Ten." He puts his shirt back on the hanger. "Nine." Calmly shutting the closet doors. "Eight."

"It was worth it," you state, voice firm and unapologetic even as you inch towards the hallway, plotting your escape route.

His brow raises. Let's see if you think that when he's done with you Sunshine. "Seven."

"It's not my fault you have all that ass Ari."

"Six." You swear you saw his shoulders shake like he was trying to fight a chuckle.

He turns around, catching the way your eyes drift down his chest, past the his defined abs to the trail of hair leading to his cock, he knows the second you see him get hard, his length thickening, growing because your pupils dilate and your chest rises on a shaky breath. "Five."

"I'm going to do it again." It's a promise. You take three more steps back, almost at the hallway.

He knows you will. And he's going to punish you every single time you do. His sweet, wild girl. "Four."

"And you didn't technically tell me not to spank your ass this time," you explain, holding up one hand.

"Three." Ari cants his head to the side, gesturing for you to continue. He can't wait to hear this.

You point a finger at him, unable to look away from his impeccable body, your hands aching to feel his warm skin under your palms even as the sensible part of you is saying you're in danger.

"You said don't think about it." His lips quirk when you mock his deep voice, fingers making air quotes.

"Two."

"So I didn't think about it, I just—" you shrug, "—acted on instinct."

Oh he knows all about giving into his instincts, there's one pulsating through his veins, urging him to chase you down. To bend you over his knee and spank your ass until you're dripping down his thigh. To fuck you, making you cum over and over as he keeps you wrapped around his cock, taking every orgasm from your sweet tight cunt like they belong to him.

Because they do.

"One." Ari smiles, it's a dark, sinfully decadent twist of his full lips. He's going to be a great Saturday. "I suggest you run Sunshine."

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— One implicitly silent albeit Mayday Parade reverberated filled car ride and last minute zoom through Target jusssst under the Buzzer for their doors to be closed; and the pitchforks to be unleashed as well as half a liter of water chugged in intervals by Roe later aka Midnight —

Roe feels her lungs expanding and contracting, the familiar sense of !!! urgency finally arriving, swinging herself up right, her cheeks puffing up a bit as her palm rubs along her lips...oookay, take it easy, now...feeling the Red Seas alive and turbulent within her stomach, capping the lid back onto the jug of water and handing it to Julien as she draws herself upwards and grabs one of the red solo cups — my had their legacy taking a turn — and the three different pregnancy tests she had found that were way more this century, hell, maybe even the next with the technological bounds and leaps in these, pushing the bathroom door open with her shoulder and kicking it a bit closed with her foot. Her eyes squinting in careful consideration for the logissssstics side of how she was gonna try and do this whole thing Take Two style, setting the boxes on the back of the toilet, sliding her �� she’s a runner, she’s a track star 🎶 shorts down setting her bare foot onto the side of the tub and positioning the cup jussssst right as she slowly relaxesssssssss, hearing the comforting sounds of...nature, taking its course and the cup doing it’s sworn duty, peering in after the storm...to see if...okaaaay, she could probably work with this setting the cup along the edge of the sink as she dab dab dab, wipes up the process and the competition. Brain come on. This wasn’t a reality show...buuuuuttt, if it was...shaking her head a bit as she moves onto cracking open the boxes skimming the bits of info on the back and dipping them inside the cup, for the ol’ three for one deal...letting them do their thannnng, before drawing them out and...washing her hands and she peeeks at the various beeeeep booop still processing digitally...because of course, take your time little computer bean. Flicking the faucet on and wetting her hands and washing them, her head tilting from side to side as she peers at herself, 🎶 Who is thaaaat girl I seeeeee....staring straight back...at meeeeeee 🎵 closing her eyes as she hums the beat dramatically, damn that was a Good Goddamn Movie. Rubbing her hands together under the water and wiping them along her sides as she draws the three sticks of the Future up and makes her way outside and back into the room, looking towards Julen. “You still with me, lil’ buddy?” She asks, reaching her hand into the Tarje bag, and drawing out the snap peas because that’s what the situation called for...making her way onto the bed and tilting the bag towards Julen so he could rip it open for her, only the one hand and all, herself...

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”