#Arcade Fire: We Exist

[passed-out-real]

Andrew Garfield Filmography Part 2

Never Let Me Go (2010)

The Social Network (2010)

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Arcade Fire: We Exist (2014)

99 Homes (2014)

Hacksaw Ridge (2016)

Silence (2016)

National Theatre Live: Angels in America Part Two: Perestroika (2017)

Breathe (2017)

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield in the “We Exist" video clip, back in 2013 for Arcade Fire.

Years later and this still one of the most beautiful music videos I’ve ever watched. This video is pretty fucking amazing! Very beautiful, touching, painful and meaningful... Can I just say how amazing it it of Andrew to do this.  He plays vulnerability as well as anyone I have ever seen without being pathetic, he is a simply brilliant and amazing.

Thank you Arcade Fire and Andrew Garfield for doing this video.

[todayisafridaynight]

NO RIGHT like I was thinking about that the other day too and Surely Jo does not have a particularly rich inner life... I love that scenario with Ichi dearly though!

But while I was going through times I'd mentioned my dreams earlier, I saw I'd once dreamt that Jo was an avid rhythm gamer lmao

I'd pay an inappropriate amount of money to watch Jo fuck it up on DDR PLEASE that sounds like Such A Dream ☠️☠️

[babyblankyerror]

Didn't know where to put this but this certain part of the music video lives rent free in my brain

[monoma-neito]

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[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird. 

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands. 

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable. 

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents. 

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government. 

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner. 

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense. 

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap. 

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half. 

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go. 

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion. 

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint. 

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal. 

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist. 

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot. 

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch. 

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares. 

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait. 

For now, this is more than enough.)

[indouloureux]

good looking - tasm!peter x reader

summary: peter teaches you to take care of yourself while he’s away. in other words, he finger-fucks you in front of the mirror.

word count: 3, 198

(explicit warnings below the cut!)

a/n: was in the middle of writing my steve mini-series and i decided to finish this first bc i was horny. hope you all enjoy <3 (also this was a bit rushed so im sorry if it sucks)

MASTERLIST

explicit warnings: pwp, rough sex, mutual masturbation, masturbation, mirror sex, peter being a softdom

The glass is cold beneath your touch, slightly wet from the alcohol you sprayed at your mirror. But it’s clean now, you think, it’s all that matters.

The mirror is tall, and it captures well the essence of what you’re supposed to see—yourself. How big you are, how tall you are, how pretty you are. It shows you the things you can’t see behind you, things you can’t see from the back of your head.

But mirrors can be duplicitous – shows you someone you’re not. It encapsulates only the outside of you, the façade that has people entertained; see someone you wished to be, only to razed and turned into who you utterly are. Like staring back at an emotionless, cruel play of your life.

It’s the object of ornate truth, as well as baneful deceit.

You sigh as you toss the tissue paper into the bin, the stain roseate from your lipstick. Right now all you see is you – simple you, standing in the middle of the shared bedroom you have with Peter. The thought makes you happy, that you’re given a place to sleep with your lover every night. However, it stops.

Only for two weeks.

You realize he’s destined to leave in less than seven hours. He’s in the bathroom, and you can hear the faint impact of the waters on the porcelain tiles, and Peter’s soft humming of Arcade Fire’s ‘We Exist’. The sound is comforting, as it coalesces with the gentle waft of the cold air that seeps through the ajar window.

Smiling softly, you sit on the bed in a soft bounce, picking your phone off the table to scroll mindlessly in apps, staring at other people’s lives. You take another glance at yourself in the mirror, then at your phone.

Ornate truth, baneful deceit.

The shower stops in a soft squeak of the faucet, then Peter’s heavy footsteps as he wipes his feet on the rag before it’s followed by a twenty second silence. Then the door opens, to reveal Peter’s tall, lanky figure, wrapped only in a white towel around his waist. Your eyes linger a bit longer on his muscles, perfectly adorning his imperfect scars of bullet wounds and cuts. Like a subconscious action, they trace up to his face—

A cherubic glow, partly from the cleanliness he obtains from the previous shower. A cordiform bump on his upper lip, left side raised into a soft greeting to which a smile. Peter’s hair is flattened, with tendrils of wet curls stringing on his forehead, only to be dried the slightest when he picks up the folded towel on the cabinet beside him. It melts your heart how innocent and lovely he looks.

Your relationship with Peter is new – five months in, give or take a few – but you know, along with his antediluvian clichés and impeccable manners, that this post-shower look is something you’ll never get used to.

“Hello,” he sings, standing in front of you. His back is to the mirror, and you can see his back muscles flex when he rubs the towel on his hair. “You look comfy there.”

Turning your phone off, you place it beside Peter’s pillow and bring yourself to your knees, crawling to him until you’re right in front of your boyfriend. Peter leans down to kiss your forehead, wet palm coming to cup your soft cheek, though you lean into his touch.

“You smell good,” you murmur, looking up to graze your nose in his. “Smells like my shampoo.”

“Well, it smells good and it smells like you,”

“Take that as a sign to get rid of your stupid three-in-one shampoo,” you scoff, running a hand through his wet curls. “Y’ want me to buy another one just for you?”

Peter shakes his head. “No thank you, doll, I’ll buy it myself. Don’t want to use hotel shampoos anyway.”

You lean back with a frown on your face. “What’s wrong with hotel shampoos?”

“They don’t smell like you,”

It makes you chuckle, pulling his face down to press a chaste kiss on his awaiting lips. “Think you can buy one before your flight?”

“I’ll make sure of it,” he smiles. Peter leans back to straighten his posture, securing the towel tighter around his hips as he says, “want anything else while I’m in there?”

“Just egg tarts,” you descend from the comfortable bed, walking towards your boyfriend who stands before his cabinet. You ignore the fact that he’s still damp when you wrap your arms around his torso, cheek pressing on his naked back. And he does smell like you, along with the body wash you’d given him last Christmas.

Peter’s hands immediately leave the drawer and on top of yours. His hand is insanely larger than yours. Rough, but they always end up soft in your touch. He then turns around to face you once more, cupping your face gently with his hands, thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“What’s got you all sad, lovie?” he murmurs through the quiet room. “You look cute, but I also don’t like it when you’re sad.”

“Do you really have to go?” you finally say, hands coming up to hold his wrists. “I mean, Harry could just hire someone else. He’s an Osborn. He can just hire the world’s greatest detective.”

He scoffs. “I am the world’s greatest detective.”

“You’re the world’s greatest dork,” you roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t it be suspicious that Spider-Man’s suddenly in Macau with Harry Osborn?”

“They wouldn’t know its Peter Parker,”

“But still,” you place your forehead on his chest, your baby hair dampening from his skin. “Don’t want you to go away.”

“Well, I got no choice, baby,” he pulls your face up to look at him again. Peter’s eyes are soft, brown but hazel in the sunlight, and they’re nothing but loving when you’re his cynosure – like an angel at heaven. “Plus he owes us a lot.”

“Yeah?” he nods. “Like what?”

“Like that time we had sex inside Mr. Harrington’s classroom right on top of his desk and he walked in on us, or when we accidentally poured a bucket of paint on the wrong victim and he took the blame, or that time when he had to do our laundry by himself and saw that red thong you-”

“Alright,” you lean back from him. “Guess we do owe him one.”

Peter chuckles at how flustered you suddenly became, pinching your cheeks a little. “Too cute. I’ll only be away for two weeks. Just one blink then I’ll be here again.”

You smile at him, and blink once.

“See, I’m here already!” he giggles, boyishly, when you open your eyes again. “‘ll be back before you know it.”

Sighing, you dig your nose into his chest, huffing. “I know. I’ll just miss you a lot. Even if it’s just two, long, boring weeks.” You feel his lips on the crown of your head, staying there for a while. “Two weeks of someone not taking care of me.” Another sigh.

He leans back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. There’s a frown in his eyebrows, but a suspicious smile on his face in unison. “Cheeky girl.”

“What?!” you laugh. “Just saying! Two weeks of no cuddling and sex. God, how am I going to live without your magnificent, talented hands, Peter?”

“You can take care of yourself. These hands,” he takes them in his, bringing them up to his face and presses kisses on each fingertip before he finishes, “are very talented, lovie. So talented. Has me cumming in ten seconds. You very well can take care of myself when I’m gone, right? I can always call you?”

Your silence makes his eyes narrow, thumb dancing between your knuckles. “Right?” he repeats. “Babe…?”

“You know I’ve only had two boyfriends, Pete, the second being you,” you chuckle, sheepish and embarrassed as you ignore his eyes. “The first one wasn’t even serious. We haven’t gotten to a point where I missed him so much I…”

“Touched yourself?” he finishes, and you nod. “Well, we gotta do something about that babe, don’t we?” he kisses your nose, then goes down to your lips. Peter kisses you gently, taking your cupid’s bow between. “Want me to teach you, lovie?”

His voice, husky, full of innuendo that drips venereal words, has the familiar heat send down your cunt. It swells, practically reaching out for his touch as you grind on him. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “At least a good fuck before you leave, yeah.”

In a sudden motion, he’s got you in his arms, picking you up as if you’re the easiest thing for him to pick up. He places you on the floor, your back to the end of the bed and facing the mirror, but Peter slots himself behind you.

With his knees bent upwards, his towel shifts higher and you can see a glimpse of his cock, slowly hardening just at the sight of you – clad in a thin shirt that’s his, the lack of bra has your nipples hardening against the fabric, and a pair of shorts that barely goes halfway your thighs. And, oh, spider-man socks that he got you for your birthday.

Peter looks at you at the mirror, mischievous. Like a naughty child. His hands wander up to your thighs, then at your knees where he pulls your legs apart to expose your covered crotch. He locks them open by hooking his feet around yours, stays pliant on the carpeted floor.

He nips at your shirt. “Want to take these off?”

You nod.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands reaching down to discard your shirt, almost ripping it off when you hear the slight rip around the sleeves. Peter takes it off your hands, throws it aside, and they immediately go and cup your breasts push them together. Your perked buds immediately sensitive in his palm, and has you whimpering.

“That’s it,” he chuckles in your ear, still looking at you through the mirror. Peter’s lips graze your earlobe, he makes you hear his heavy breathing that you know was meant for moments just like these. His hands leave your tits, going for your shorts. “Lift your hips for me a bit baby.”

You oblige. Peter pulls your shorts off, along with your underwear. You look down to see the damp spot right in the middle, one caused by Peter, before it’s thrown aside where your shirt is.

Now you’re bare naked in front of the mirror, aside from the socks still around your feet. Your cunt swells, throbs and glistens with dripping arousal. It causes a small puddle beneath you, and right now, all you see is ornate truth.

Peter pulls on your nipples, your hands on his thighs gripping them. But Peter takes them off him, trailing them down to where your pussy’s waiting. “I’m gonna control you, okay? And you’re going to watch, understand?”

“Yes,” you whisper, nestling your head closer to his chest. His fingers puppet yours, and when he brings them right on your cunt, you can feel how slick you are. He starts with slow circles on your clit, and it already has you closing your eyes.

He tuts, five tuts. “Keep them open or we’ll stop, baby.”

They feel heavy, but you force them too. Peter’s arm is right on top of your body, biceps flexing as his hand drags yours down. His middle and ring finger folds yours down to your palm, mimicking the gesture he does when he’s using his webshooters. They don’t come in yet, and he continues to tease you by rubbing your clit harder.

You can see Peter lick his lips, a low groan leaving him. “God baby, I can smell you,” he murmurs. “You smell so fucking hot. Feel so hard right now it hurts.” He chuckles, eyes looking at yours through the mirror. “So fucking sexy, lovie.”

He gives your clit a few more rubs before he finally lets your fingers tease your hole. Your entrance clenches on nothing, and he prods your hole with your fingertips before finally slipping it inside.

Peter’s fingers are longer than yours, so he can go deeper than you wish. But he’s pushing yours, knuckle deep, until it reaches that spot only he can reach in all his dexterity. You moan lowly, your fingers pressing on your walls. His fingers are just below your knuckles, guiding them before he starts pushing them in and out.

“That’s it, baby,” he kisses your temple, a chaste gesture within an act that’s so promiscuous. “You’re doing so good.”

You don’t feel full, unlike when he does it, but it feels too good. And while you’re fucking yourself, you can’t help but sigh in ecstasy that, this moment, will remain in this subterranean bedroom that you and Peter share. His quiet moans are mellifluous, makes you feel lucky to be the only person who hears such sounds.

You’re so wet that it squelches when Peter begins to move your fingers faster. He takes your other hand, lets you rub your clit the way you like it, and sucks on your neck until he’s sure a hickey appears.

“Fuck, Peter,” you moan, nose coming up to graze his jawline. You press a kiss on his skin, and your eyes never leave your figures. You see him remove his hand on top of yours, reaching out behind you to remove his towel and pull his hardening cock out.

Peter offers you his hand. “Lick.”

And you do, pressing your tongue flat on his palm before he takes it away and starts stroking himself. He moves you a bit to the side, leaning on his right leg so his cock’s exposed, seen by the both of you. Peter follows the pace you set when you continue to finger yourself, and he chuckles when you whimper.

“You’re a fast learner baby. Made it seem like you were lying,” he bites your shoulder, hand going faster on his shaft with his thumb grazing the tip. “Gonna remember this when I’m gone. I’m gonna call you, and I’ll jerk myself off just by hearing your voice. Bet you’ll do it too, right? Now that I taught you?”

“Yes. Yes-fuck, Pete,” he swallows your moans when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek harshly and turn your head to him as he kisses you, tongue slipping into your open mouth. The way he pants against you – and how sloppy his hand becomes – means he’s close. And so are you.

“I’m close,” you claim. “Baby I wanna cum.”

In a swift motion does he pull your hand away from yourself. Peter places his hands on your waist, urges you to sit on your knees. His other hand grips his cock, all swollen and red just like your cunt, and aligns the tip just at your hole.

“I want us to cum together, ‘s that alright?” your quiet yes makes him sink into him. You’re now full of him – the lack of rubber covering him has you feeling every vein on his cock, and the position makes him go deeper it hurts so good. You sink down until he fills you to the brim, and he lets you close your eyes.

You sit there for a while, burning in debauched moans. The feeling has you swimming in elixir, renders your veins florid, swells your body as it douses in carnal enormity. You open your eyes, and you see your back resting on Peter’s heaving chest – a carmine blush stains his cheeks, as well as his neck from the heat.

A cruel play of your life, only now with Peter Parker, makes the cruelty more brazenly exhilarating to your affinities.

His cock bulges on your lower belly. Peter cups a hand around you, just right on top of where his dick ends, and kisses your cheek. “Feel me?”

“Feel you everywhere,” you chuckle lazily. “Can I move now?”

“Yeah baby, you can move,”

You bounce slightly with your right foot propped up, Peter's arms around you. His angle amplifies the bliss, and your moans grow louder with each rebound. He makes you feel like you’re in Heaven, but Heaven’s on fire, because there’s no such immorality like this allowed in that sacred paradise.

Fucking in the middle of River Styx, Peter’s burning touch is anything but unbearable. You’re burning with need, painting the walls with desire, and Peter pants in a brutish manner when he helps you move faster.

Peter’s so good looking like this – a whimpering mess beneath you. And even with the skyline falling does he make you feel in a safe haven, even when he’s fucking you stupidly. He’s got his fingers rubbing your clit in harsh circles, watching his cock disappear in you.

But your legs grow tired. You don’t have as much stamina as he does. And when you tell Peter, he carefully takes you off him and lays you down the carpet.

“I got you baby, okay?” he murmurs when he plants another kiss to your lips. Peter has his hands beneath your thighs, and he places your legs over his shoulders. He holds his cock and teases your hole with his head, pushing it in before pulling out.

“Peter,” you whine. “Just fuck me,”

“Patience, baby,”

“Fuck patience!” you cry. “You’re leaving in a few hours. Fuck me or I’ll finish myself off.”

There’s an incredulous smile on his face when you say this. “Alright baby,” he kisses your calf. “I’ll fuck you good.”

Peter pushes his cock in, full and filled like seconds ago. He leans down to slam his lips onto yours, legs bent as he fucks you hard and fast. His fingers dig deep on your thighs, balls slamming right against your pussy all you hear is skin slapping.

He’s unbelievably fast due to his libido. It takes you a while to swallow up his thrusts, and his feather-light kisses on your neck has you adjusting faster. Peter stretches your cunt blissfully, your nails scratching at his back. You look the side, seeing your bent body submitted to your lover, and you feel yourself get close once more.

Ornate truth. This is what you wanted to see, and you’re feeling it. You’re in it.

“I’m close, baby.” You whimper against his lips.

“Me too,” Peter thrusts harder. “Let go for me doll. I got you, I got you.”

You oblige just as quick as your orgasm came. You let go like waterfalls, clamping down on his cock. Peter follows you with sloppy thrusts, paints your clenching walls with strips of white-cum as he moans loudly above you.

He thrusts a bit more, stuffing you with his seed before he pulls out. And Peter kisses you so hard your lips might bruise.

“Now you know?” he murmurs in your lips. “Think you can do that while I’m gone baby? Or when I call you and you show me?”

“Yeah,” you giggle.

Peter smiles down at you. Though his eyes aren’t mirrors, you see yourself in them – a woman who sees what she wishes to be, and Peter makes you feel that way.

Only ornate truth.

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[maskednerd]

FNAF Movie parallel Theory/Incoherent Ramblings! (Spoilers ahead.)

Originally, I was gonna give my thoughts on the film but I'm bad at opinions so theory time it is! This is just for fun and to share my thoughts.

I've only seen the film once so I might have misremembered a few things here or there. But there's no harm looking for connections and parallel to the games/books!

Since Mike isn't an Afton... his dad could be a subtle parallel to Henry Emily. Which would make Garett and/or Abby a parallel to Charlie.

Of course, the Schmidt family still has elements of the Aftons. But with all the changes to the lore, the Emily roles could have been added on rather than being non-existent like it seems.

Now, you may be wondering if I'm just desperately digging for any sign of Henry Emily in this film cus he's my favorite character (aside from Michael Afton). And to that I say-

...

Shhhhhhh... Pretend it's not that obvious.

Anywho, let's get to some of these parallels! Shall we?

Aunt Jane… Aunt Jen? Her name being a possible parallel to Henry's sister in the books.

Kinda a weak point here but I'll include it anyways. The Schmidt family is showed to be Christian, evident by Mike remembering them gathered around the table saying grave before eating. "For one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

Mike mentioned that his father couldn't handle the lost of Garret, vaguely implying he took his own life. In both the books and the games, Henry committed suicide due to the lost of his child. Silver Eyes had the Suicide Bot and Pizza Sim had the fire. "I am remaining as well. I am nearby."

Garret's death happened before the Missing Children Incident. In the photo that Vanessa shows with her as a child next to her father as Spring Bonnie, she has the same toy plane Garret had when he taken. Which Mike notices. But, with that photo being at the Pizzeria, it's assumed it's still open during that time. Yet Vanessa mentions the Pizzeria was closed shorty after the 5 children went missing. That photo probably wouldn't exist in that form if the place was dealing with an police investigation and a threat of closure.

During Mike's dream sequences, Garret seems unnervingly calm. Almost as though he went willingly. Yet it wouldn't make sense, out in the middle of a forest, for William to be dressed in the SpringBonnie suit in an attempt to lure him. But, if William was a family friend and trusted by his father, it would be easier to get Garret into his car.

If Garret Schmidt was a random child he abducted and murdered on a mere whim, why would "Steve Raglan" recognize that last name? Unless he saw missing posters, the news of the disappearance, or was keeping track of the viticm's families, why remember that random child you killed back in the 80s? One that wasn't even a part of the Missing Children's Incident at Freddy's?

At the end credits, there's the "COME FIND ME" audio easter egg resembling "SAVE THEM." A minigame heavily linked to the puppet, despite the puppet making no appearance nor having a single mention in the movie.

As for Abby... that springlock suit she was almost suited in looked an awfully lot like Ella, one of Charlie's toys from the books. For a reference to Elizabeth, it could have been a clown or something looking like Circus Baby. But why that possible reference to Ella?

Haven't read Silver Eyes in a a good while, but isn't there a sequence where Foxy is chasing Charlie through an arcade? Where she hides behind one of the arcade cabinets, just like Abby does?

Are these just random references and easter eggs pieced together in an incoherent rambling? Indeed they are, thanks for noticing! But that won't stop me from pointing them out for no one else to read.

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

More Rejected Villains' League Applications

APPLICANT NAME: Diablo

UNIVERSE OF ORIGIN: Primal Rage (the 1994 arcade game)

BIO: A kaiju-sized Tyrannosaurus and alleged “God of Evil” from a post-apocalyptic Earth (applicant insists on referring to his world as “Urth”). Can breath fire and spares only the cruelest individuals to serve as his worshipers, eating whoever else is unlucky enough to cross his path.

NOTES*: We have enough fire-breathing reptiles (man-eating or otherwise).

APPLICANT NAME: Necrozma

UNIVERSE OF ORIGIN: Pokemon (specifically Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon versions)

BIO: Once a widely revered deity known as “The Blinding One,” it was betrayed by its followers and driven to madness. Its current existence is one of unending pain and hunger and equally unending fury. Has stolen the light of multiple universes and is known to be capable of assimilating either Solgaleo or Lunala to further its own power. It can also casually tear holes in reality called “Ultra Wormholes.”

NOTES: Applicant had a hunger induced psychotic episode mid-interview and attempted to assimilate Ganondorf and received a Warlock Punch to its “Brain Prism” for its troubles.

* - formerly “REASON FOR REJECTION”

REVIEWED BY: DOCTOR ALBERT Q. WILY

SIGNED: GANONDORF DRAGMIRE

[uwusillygirl]

HAPPY END OF KINKTOBER! UWUSILLYGIRL'S BIG HUGE THANK YOU POST!

hi!!!!

first and foremost, i'd love to thank everyone for such a fabulous kinktober. i was tentative about doing something within the community; i was worried no one would participate, or i would be organizing an event "wrong", or that people would feel limited by my prompts and suggestions. you all made sure that absolutely NONE OF THESE FEARS WERE WARRANTED! everyone came with the COOLEST shit.

here is a brief collection of some of my personal favorites; either just stunningly written, fascinatingly done, or personally my cup of tea (and i will not tell you which is which! lmao!)

A SHORT LIST OF SOME FANTASTIC PIECES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):

@aicosu's "KNOCK KNOCK": oxy-addicted, adhd, dopamine hole eddie and fastidious, nerdy, ex-fundamentalist chrissy meet at the glory hole of a seedy sex arcade. visceral, headachey, and so hot.

@staceymcgillicuddy's whole series was awesome, but i LOVED their "humiliation + bladder control" prompt especially. nasty and mean!

@jewelledfoxes' also had banger after banger, but i really loved their bottoming from the top prompt, "i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" .

the anonymously posted "if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right": the most charming, sweetest little take on hybristophilia a girl has ever seen! chrissy sees eddie being very evil and bad (read as: harmless graffiti) and is simply swept away by his raw criminality. so cute, soft, silly, fantastic.

@chrissy-n-eddie's "Bottom Bunk", a one-shot using "gender bend" and "spit" to give the CUTEST DAMN SAPPHIC CAMP COUNSELOR PUSSY EATING FIC TO EVER EXIST MAYBE EVER? THEY'VE GOT SUNBURNED NOSES! THEY'RE IN LITTLE YELLOW T-SHIRTS!

@bettercraic went big-brained as all hell with their jonathan/nancy/eddie/chrissy voyuerism installment, "let's make a team". quick and sexy.

@erythromanc3r wrote this mean and insane and nasty one-shot, "kiss me where you bruise me" that is the hottest anything ever. you're never gonna guess what i loved about it (kidding. you will. it's mean.)

FINALLY! i would like to thank those who stuck to THEIR OWN HARD LIMITS, CREATED WHOLE SERIES, OR WANTED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE! we had some people make whole cohesive (@hunter-gatherer-stuff) stories, we had some people come in and write about pimple popping, we had people write shit (@badlydrawnlips) based on my own indulgent little kink dynamics (sorry, couldn't not mention that one... so baller), and best of all, we had people write their own stuff when the prompts were not for them. that made my heart so happy.

A FINAL PERVERT'S NOTE:

if you are working on a kinktober series that's gonna take more time, if you have prompts in process that you suddenly have the urge to finish, if you wake up in a cold sweat on december 3rd and just NEED to write about spit, fucking do it and tag it. i love you so much. every day is kinktober if you are a true pervert. take your time, love your life, remember that fanfiction (like art in general!) should be an enjoyable effort and made under your own rules!

there is still some stuff i have left to read on the tag! and i loved literally everything i read, this is just a rapid-fire word vomit. i PROMISE i will get around to anything unread soon! i am so unbelievably pleased about this month, thank you all again so, so, so much!

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

The Rise of a Demon

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor says

"Woohoo!" I shout

"Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!" Mei exclaims while excitedly destroying furniture in the restaurant

The mayor hands MK the key and explains that it is a key that can open anything. As soon as MK touches it the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I get the slight sense of danger. It doesn't help that the mayor laughs like a maniac and quickly says something some ancient artifacts then poofs out of existence.

"Wow, a key that can open anything," MK says

We immediately go out and try the key on different things. We hit the arcade, helped set free some puppies, bought shoes, partied up at a DJ booth, went swimming in the weather room, raced our vehicles, got all the toys out of the claw machines, ate a bunch of ice cream and so much more.

*Gasps* "Mei! Nuwa! OK hear me out! We knew the key could magically unlock anything. But maybe...it can also magically lock anything too!"

"You described all keys... " Mei says And I nod in agreement

We end up locking Pigsy's restaurant and we laugh watching Pigsy trying to break into his restaurant.

"I've never missed a day of work, since I was 13... *fourth wall break* "No guys this isn't child labor stuff I like sweeping and helping make the noodles. I took my job very seriously back then....and still do...moving on. *End of the fourth wall break*

As we are too distracted laughing, we get pushed over the edge of MK's fire escape porch. I land on top of some boxes with a grunt and pained moan I look up to see what or who did this.

"Noodle Boy finally" Red Son sneers

"Ugh it's you, why are you so obsessed with us? Get a hobby!" I say while angrily shaking my fist at him

"What are you doing in MK's house?" Mei asks

"Your house is depressing, I almost feel bad for stealing stuff from you. But I'm gonna need that magic key....oh and you girl your apartment is trashed too" Red Son says nonchalantly

"You big ole....wait...how did you know I lived above MK? You better not have touched my stuff!"

Red Son uses his powers to nab the key and he zooms into his Bull Tank. Mei whistles for her bike and goes after him on her bike. I get into my quad and follow suit. We end up leaving MK behind...oops. Mei and I catch up with Red Son rather quickly.

"Can't you little Peasants let me plot in peace? Just one time!" Red Son shouts as he explodes into flames

"Easy there hothead don't want you to break anything, I think you need to cool off!" I pull out a fire extinguisher and spray the foamy mixture at him.

He disengages from the main tank and descends into his race car. Catapulting the tank at us we scramble to get out of the way.

"Not cool man!" I growl

"So long 'Dragon Horse Girl' and 'weak little nobody'! Here's a tip! Next time, pick one animal, -and...." Red Son gets cut off by the huge Monkie King staff and gets flung a few feet down the raceway.

MK grabs the key and looks at Red Son.

"What do you want with this key anyway?" He asks

"Why spoil the surprise? Now hand that key over and quit wasting my time" PIF coos

"Not a chance," I say as I pull out two hairpins from my hair that elongate to the length of a small dagger and we jump to attack her.

She knocks us away with her magic fan, knocking us into a wall and MK ends up dropping the key which Red Son quickly grabs.

"Come, Red Son. We have things to do" PIF says

"Thanks for the key losers!" Red Son teases and they both vanish.

"What could they want with that key?" I ask

"Whatever the reason is, we have to keep our guard up" Mei states

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up once more and the feeling of danger comes back again. But this time it's harder to shake off the feeling.

A disembodied voice whispers in my ear "Freedom"

Mk and I pile onto my quad and Mei rides her bike back to Pigsy's.

A few days go by and MK and I are in Monkey King's cave.

"You know when I found I was going to be trained by The Monkey King, Great Sage, equal to heaven. I had no idea...that I'd be stuck here hammering walls 12 hours a day!" MK shouts while throwing the hammer

"Or that I'd be helping!" I shout as I pick up heavy rocks that had fallen onto the ground while MK hammered away.

"That's what happens when you go snoring around in places where you don't belong," Monkey King says while he relaxes on his cloud.

I groan and wipe swear from my brow

*Flashback*

"Monkey King, where are you?" MK? Where are those two?" I sigh as I shout for them.

I shrug my shoulders and go looking for that shrine again. I find it once again, pushing the vines out of the way, I make my way down to it, fresh offerings and incense are lit once more. I kneel before it and sigh.

"Ugh next time Monkey King asks me to come train I'm gonna say no" I fold my arms with a hmph

But I can't get Red Son's voice out of my head "Weak little nobody"

"Am I a weak nobody?" I say quietly while clenching my fists

"Hey, what are you doing down her kid?"

I jump and turn around awkwardly laughing

"Hey Wukong, um you see...I was..uh...you know...exploring....since you guys were nowhere to be found and I stumbled upon this shrine....." I shift from side to side

Wukong lifts a brow at me not convinced by my lie.

"Woah what's this Monkey King? Who's she?" MK asks while pointing at the picture

"No one, let's go it's training time," Wukong says

*End of Flashback*

"Was she your girlfriend?" I ask teasingly

Wukong sputters, blushes, and falls off his cloud.

"No, and it's none of your business!"

"Yeah that's not convincing at all, give us the deets!" MK says

"You're supposed to be training, Now get back to it" He summons the cloud again and hops back on.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to do the hero stuff if I don't know the fighting stuff? Mk whines

"Yeah, and I can't protect anyone by lifting rocks. I'll get more muscles but not get better at fighting" I say while flexing my nonexistent arm muscles

"Ooohoooh. So you want to know the 'fighting stuff, huh?' Like this?" Wukong throws the staff at the wall that MK was hammering at, both of us ducking out of the way and it leaves a giant hole.

We both have star eyes and we shout together "YES!"

"Exactly like that! I am ready for some awesome!" MK says determined

Wukong laughs at us and tells MK he needs practice and then points at me

"And you, you just..." wukong gets cut off by MK's phone ringing

"MK we really need your help!" Mei says on the FaceTime call.

Looking at the monster causes me to have a memory flash, but it causes me to have a slight headache thinking about it. I'm soon dragged out of the cave screeching while MK wildly runs out of it.

Making it to the city we see how big it is. A sweat drop rolls down the side of my face.

"Uh MK I think we should...and there he goes" I sigh

"Yep," Mei says

"Here comes Monkey-" MK shouts

He's thrown back down to the ground creating a crater next to Pigsy and Sandy.

"Yeah we already tried that MK" Mei says embarrassed

"Wait is that?" I squint at the figure that comes zooming towards the creature and easily defeats it.

"Is that Monkie King?" MK asks and rushes off to see if it is him.

Groaning and chasing after him, I get to where I saw him run off and see it isn't Monkie King but an unknown monkey.

"Um, I'm sorry who are you?"

"Macaque. Actually 'The uh...Siz-Eared Macaque' is, you know, my full name. Well.. see you around, MK"

Mk starts to fan girl so hard and I roll my eyes a bit but also had to admit that it was pretty cool what he did. So many questions start to pop into my head.

Why is this guy showing up now? Is he just as powerful as Wukong? Why is he so hot? Um, forget that last bit. But it is odd, the again Monkie King was hiding away til he found a successor so maybe the same kind of thing was happening with this guy. Something seems a bit off about him.

It was decided that against my better judgment would take Macaque as a new mentor. He practiced long and hard with this Six-Eared Macaque until he finally proved what he learned by doing the same move Wukong did to another part of the wall.

"Woah....How'd you learn to do that?" He gasps "Have you been running around with other mentors?" He questions 

While they argue I'm just being nosy and sweeping the air, moping the walls you know how it is. Mk storms off and I see Wukong's expression to one of concern.

I tailed MK to the location of the "demon".

"So many stairs..." *inhales deeply and chugs water* "Oh my God, I'm outta shape. MK imma comin'"

I reach the top just in time for Monkie King to appear, I see Wukong stare down at MK and turn his attention back to Macaque.

"Hey so Monkie King it would have been nice if you had given me a ride up here you jerk, ugh I need to lie down," I say while breathing heavily and falling to the ground.

Macaque and Wukong start an epic battle, while Macaque is distracted I go over to MK and try to pull the staff off of him.

"This is stuck on good I can't get it!" I grunt and try using all my strength to pull it

"Sorry guys nothing personal," Macaque says while summoning the shadow demon

We both scream and I use my body to protect him

"Kid, Nuwa I'm coming" Wukong yells

When the pain from the punch doesn't come, I turn around to see that he came just in time to block a punch from the Shadow Demon.

"Kid we're definitely gonna have words later, but it's time for the hero stuff!" Monkey King grunts

MK and I get the staff off him, I step back and let him swing the staff.

"Patience. Focus. Step into the strike" We all shout

The staff hits the shadow demon which causes an explosion. Wukong rushes to protectively block the rock debris from hurting us. It felt oddly familiar and I smiled to myself. Later on, we are back in the cave, and MK is busy cleaning up a storm. I'm busy meditating and balancing books on my outstretched arms and my leg up in the air.

"This is totally gonna be a do the boring chores and learn awesome Kung fu...right?" MK says

"Ummm, sure," Wukong says hesitantly

After several days of training, we return to the city and it's a lot more blue than usual. All of a sudden some bull clones surround us and their eyes and mouths glow a very bright icy blue color. We start to panic, I start running but I realize my legs are moving but my body is not going anywhere, they start to ounce on us but Pigsy's food truck plows through them.

Out steps the gang in full apocalyptic gear.

"Guys! You look so awesome!" Mk says

"Yeah. So, uh...some stuff happened while you two were away and got kind of intense." Mei says awkwardly

"But I left you with one of my boys!" Mk says

"Oh he's been super useful," Tang says

The clone shrugs his shoulders and poofs out of existence

"Tang!" I shout while rushing over to hug him

"So what happened?" Mk asks

Tang puts a hand out which makes contact with my head, I still try to plow through to hug him but the hand isn't budging. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses close to his face.

"Well after you left, the bull clones attacked. But they were different, more powerful than before. We believe it's all tied back to the Demon Bull King himself. MK....Nuwa...He's conquered everything." Tang finishes solemnly.

I groan and Sandy points to the mountain where they hear a strange noise. We pile into the food truck and head straight for it.

"All right, what's the plan?" Sandy asks

"Uh, I don't know. I was just gonna wing it" MK says unsure

"Sounds great let's go," Sandy says all hyped up

Pigsy revs the engine of the food truck and we all give MK a thumbs-up signaling that we will help him no matter what. Pigsy hits the gas and we start zooming toward to entrance of the town room, Sandy tosses MK, Mei, and me to the giant hole in the ground. We fall a good distance until Mei pulls out her sword and jams it into the wall slowing our descent down to a halt.

"Now what?" MK asks

"Uh guys," I say while looking around us and we spot Bull clones all over the walls like bats seemingly in a resting state. But it didn't last long Mei's phone began to ring and soon woke up the clones.

She scrambles to grab it and accidentally lets go of her sword, MK quickly grabs onto the sword, but I lose my grip and start to fall.

"Nuwa!" They both shout panicked

I close my eyes feeling the wind rush against my face then it stops, I slowly open my eyes and see I'm floating.

"No way!" MK says shocked

"What, what WHAT!?" I shout

"You've got wings," Mei says excitedly with star eyes

"Huh?" I say confused and look at my back and sure enough black leathery wings protrude from my back and are flapping.

"Geez I ruined my favorite hoodie.....but I can fly" I start to zoom around and giggle.

Mei's phone continues to ring as it was an update for Monkey Mech. They both look at each other and grin.

"Here comes Monkie Kid" we all shout while MK jams the staff into the nearby wall and creates the Monkie Kid Mech.

"You hold off the zombie bull clones. I'll get down and finish this" MK tells Mei from inside the Mech.

I'm flying around the outside of it and notice the bull clones are plummeting towards us, I then hear MK being thrown from the Mech and screaming his way down. I start flying after him, catching him and not being able to stop, wrapping my wings around us and crashing into the ground. While above us Mei is holding her own fighting the bull clones like the boss she is.

We crashed and landed in between DBK, Red Son, and PIF.

"Noodle boy and...?" Red Son says surprised

"Littke thieves," DBK says annoyed

Standing up, stretching our backs, and groaning

"Yeah I totally saved us" I shout

"You?!" Red Son shouts as he points at me and his eyes look at my wings

Following his line of sight I blush out of embarrassment

"One crisis at a time Red Son!" I sigh

Red Son still has the surprised Pikachu face and DBK starts charging after us. We dodge out of the way of every throw he makes until PIF uses her fans to move us out of the range of his attacks and directs us to the canisters on DBK's back.

"OK, time for round two" MK exclaims

I stretch my wings out and get into a fighting position.

"No! This time, we fight with you." Red Son says while sprinting off

"You two will have one shot. Make it count" PIF says darting after her son.

Both mother and son attack together, but they are pushed back by DBK's immense newfound power. DBK storms menacingly towards his family. I fly in front of DBK's view of the two and MK throws rocks to distract him. But DBK smashed his hand onto MK and pinned him to the rock wall. Thankfully while I was in DBK's view for a brief few seconds MK made a copy of himself and sent clones of himself to attack at once.

"Here comes Monkey Kid!" MK shouts as I fly to him grabbing him, spinning and tossing him towards DBK for the finishing blows.

The canister is knocked off of him and it explodes sending icy blue energy dispersing everywhere. The DBK family throne room starts to collapse. They make their quick escape and I make one last eye contact with Red Son before he disappears.

"You can't just! Ugh again" MK shouts and dodges rocks that are falling. I grab him and start flying and dodging the rocks. But a huge rock starts its descent toward us and I can't move out of the way in time thankfully Mei comes to the rescue with the Monkie Mech and stops the rock.

"Let's get out of here you Monkie Kids," she says.

After all was said and done, we sat on the Mech's shoulder and ate celebratory noodles.

"You did it guys, you defeated DBK again!" Sandy says

"I don't know if we did, whatever was powering him up it made him...different.

"On another note...where did those wings come from?!" Tang says while pointing at them

I flap them a few times and shrug

"I don't know they just appeared when I was in danger. I kind of don't want to think too hard about it...." I say a bit awkwardly while swirling my noodles around

*sigh* "Who would have thought that adopting these two little orphans would cause our lives to be so adventure-filled" Pigsy says while ruffling my hair

We all share a laugh, finishing our noodles and putting a pin on the "wings" conversation. I decide to go for a walk, I walk past an alleyway and see a little girl reaching for her kitty. I tuck my wings into my hoodie and walk over to her.

"Here let me help you," I say startling her

"Oh thank you," she says gratefully

Handing her the kitty and smiling at her, I see a puff of blue smoke bouncing its way toward us, pushing her out of the way. Before I know it my line of vision blurs, and I feel ice-cold, my head is swimming with unintelligible voices, and pain courses through my body as I become pospassed. I open my eyes to see myself floating in pitch-blackness and a blue skull floating in front of me. Then my consciousness was pushed forward, I could see my surroundings but I couldn't move my body. My mouth moves but I hear an evil laugh that wasn't my own.

"Oh no..."

[inkykeiji]

can you do #16 pasttime with sd!nat shouto please? 💙

prompt: past time series: sugar daddy natsuo warnings: use of the word daddy, touya being touya briefly mentioned, APD mention words: 1k

The sun is just beginning its descent below the horizon by the time you arrive, smearing the sky with strokes of pink and orange. The dense scent of burnt rubber infuses the air, and your nose wrinkles cutely as you exit Shouto’s Aston Martin. He laughs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you toward the entrance, gravel popping beneath the rubber of your sneakers.

Jaku Go-Karts. 

It’s a dingy little place now, rundown and ruined by the passage of time, but Shouto loves it all the same. 

The concrete is cracked, stained with crisscrossing skid marks from rubber burnt. The thick tractor tires that line the racetrack are worn and fraying; scars they bear from constant abuse. That shitty little snack-shack, pitched off to the side of the speedway as though thrown in as an afterthought, is still the same; all white chipping paint and stale funnel cakes, with the old arcade having shrunk to a mere three units, all unheard of, screens washed out and flickering. 

Even after twenty odd years, the track hasn’t changed a bit, and Shouto knows every twist, every curve, every fork, the route seared into the tissues of his brain with such accuracy that he’s sure he could drive the whole course with his eyes blindfolded. 

“This was one of our favourite past times, when we were kids,” he tells you as he rests his wrists on the chainlink fence, notes of melancholy in his tone.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was one of the few things we all loved doing, together.”

“Even Touya?”

“Even Touya,” Shouto nods, pausing for a moment as a memory flashes through his mind, then exhaling a snort through a sardonic little smirk. “Granted, I’m sure Touya enjoyed this mostly because he got to repeatedly run me off the track.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you respond dryly. 

The image of three Todoroki boys materializes in your head; Touya already the smallest, his younger brothers towering over him, but still the ringleader nevertheless, marching onto the track with their souped up go-karts—Touya’s plastered with crude stickers, peeling and veiny; Natsuo’s all clean lines and glistening paint; Shouto’s full of dents and dings, paint scraped in sharp strokes, revealing the silver metal beneath. 

It must’ve been nice, even if only for a moment; a short instance where they all got along, despite a few bumps and patches, co-existing in some semblance of semi-peaceful, enjoying a singular activity, together. 

“It was a rare, acceptable method to torture me.” 

And although Shouto’s voice is wry, there’s a small smile on his face, eyes glazed with nostalgia-tinged memories—hazy, soft, coated in sugar.  

“Once, my kart even caught on fire. Natsuo pulled me from it before any real damage was done,” his gaze shifts downward, blunt nails picking at his cuticles, huffing out a mangled imitation of a chuckle. “Touya was so angry he didn’t talk to him for days. Said he ruined a perfect instance of ‘poetic justice’. Said it was divine intervention, and he should’ve just let it play out.”

“That’s terrible,” you breathe.

“That’s Touya,” Shouto shrugs with a weary acceptance. 

“So he’s always been a sociopath, then.”

That gets Shouto to laugh, sweet smile dispelling most of the despondence from his face, gaze flicking to yours through the corner of his eye. “Technically, he couldn’t have been diagnosed with ASPD just yet. He was only about fifteen or so. But yeah, he’s always been messed up.” 

Questions itch on your tongue, and you fold it in on itself, pressing it to the roof of your mouth in an attempt to smother them. 

Why was it only him? Daddy and Shouto and Fuyumi have their issues, sure, but doesn’t everyone? Maybe their personality flaws are a bit more severe than the average person’s, but that can be brushed off and explained by the fact that they were raised by a billionaire, can’t it? They all grew up under the same roof, so why is Touya so much worse? 

Your tongue flattens, then curls over your teeth, sucking for a moment before slowly scraping against the edges. It’s none of your business, and it shouldn’t matter anyway. 

“Enough about Touya,” you demand with a wave of your hand. “We came here to race, didn’t we?” 

Laughing again, Shouto shakes his head, fondness settling in his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, we came to race.”

“I’m gonna leave you in the dust!”

“Bold statement to make to a seasoned pro,” he quips. 

In the end, you do leave Shouto in the dust, but only because he allows you to, slowing down around wide corners and crashing into sharp turns on purpose as you whiz past him. Nevertheless, it’s still fun, your cheeks sore from incessant smiling and your throat raw from grating laughs and screams, and he still treats you to ice cream, just like he promised he would if you beat him—Don’t tell your Daddy, okay? He’d flip if he knew you were having sweets before dinner—the tips of your fingers encrusted with glittering sugar from the sugar cones, mouths stained blue and pink from the artificial dyes. 

You’re practically falling asleep in his arms by the time he gets you back to Natsuo, who coos and quickly takes you from his little brother, his most precious possession being returned to him. 

And after you’ve been washed and brushed and put to bed, Natsuo sits down with Shouto, sweating crystal glasses filled with whiskey and ice in their palms, and asks him why he did it. 

“Why I did what? You asked me to take her out, give her a good time, and I did. As I always do.”

Natsuo fixes him with a look, features flat and unimpressed. “You know that’s not what I’m asking. Why did you bring her there, of all places?” 

Swirling amber in his hand, Shouto shrugs, staring at his glass and clinking ice against the sides. 

“I thought it’d be nice, you know, to make new memories there. We loved it so much when we were kids and I—I didn’t want to lose that. I won’t lose that.” He looks up, mismatched eyes shining in the dim light of Natsuo’s study. “It’s time we start reclaiming some things.” 

[intrusivethoughtsicantignore]

Religious Trauma in Song Lyrics 

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain / VBS - Lucy Dacus / Chinese Satellite - Phoebe Bridgers / Prayer - Leith Ross /  The Village - Wrabel / We Exist - Arcade Fire / If I Believe You - The 1975

[lewisossokoh]

ACTORS WHO APPEAR IN MUSIC VIDEOS PT. 1

Father John Misty starring Aubrey Plaza in "Hollywood Forever Cemetary Sings".

Sia starring Shia Labeouf in Elastic Girl"

Britney Spears starring Tyson Beckford in "Toxic".

Arcade Fire starring Andrew Garfield in "We Exist".

The Killers starring Winona Ryder in "Here With Me".

Flying Lotus starring Elijah Wood in "Tiny Tortures".

Sigur Rós starring Shia Labeouf in "Fjögur píanó".

Lady Gaga & Beyoncé starring Tyrese Gibson in "Telephone".

Texas starring Alan Rickman in "In Demand" And "Start A Family".

Kesha starring James Van Der Beek in "Blow".

Jon Bon Jovi starring Matt Leblanc in "Miracle".

[bettsfic]

in celebration of the hayden christensen renaissance i’m watching a movie called virgin territory (recommended to me by @volturialice) and. i simply can’t believe it’s a real thing that exists. it’s a kinkmeme prompt in early 00s movie form. first of all, the amazon prime description begins with “hayden christensen of JUMPER stars as a charming scoundrel...” right. jumper. definitely his most famous movie. mhm.

the premise is thus: lorenzo (hayden) is on the run from the law for reasons i wasn't paying attention to and hides out as a gardener in a convent where all the nuns fuck him. then the girl he's in love with goes into hiding at the same convent. 

it received a 1.9 on letterboxd and a 23% on rotten tomatoes. here we gooooo

they manage to get around hayden’s inability to do an accent by making him pretend to be mute

so he has almost no lines, he’s just the center of a number of montages where he does hard labor and drenches himself in water

oh, and there are horse stunts

two nuns make out with his bare stomach while he’s unconscious

shortly after, those same two nuns fuck him in a bathtub

there is an erotic cow milking scene

tits and asses. tits and asses.

the soundtrack is full of vaguely electronica early 00s kasabian-esque knockoffs (if you don’t know who kasabian is, keep it that way)

when i say this is softcore porn, it is not in any way hyperbole

two other nuns fuck lorenzo and then two more nuns get jealous and demand he fuck them also

tim roth is the bad guy, a casting that probably took up most of the budget

there are like 30 main characters and i have less than zero idea what’s going on

two women assess the penises of a dozen men, again for reasons i cannot discern

several of the men dogpile the man with the smallest penis

a lady gives a guy a handjob in the woods but he comes too fast and she gets angry?? i don’t understand how any of this is relevant to what i think might be the plot

uh oh, lorenzo’s love interest exposes him for being a fraud and the head nun kicks him out of the convent

oh no hayden has lines again

more tits and asses

the head nun has been referred to as having “unparalleled lust and randiness”

the love interest has left the convent and invited lorenzo to be her bodyguard 

the love confession is happening over what sounds like a franz ferdinand or arcade fire song, as if this movie isn’t 2007 enough

tim roth pushes lorenzo into a fountain. he is wet again for the 1000th time this movie

he is now wet and in a dungeon 

tim roth keeps wiggling around like a little kid who needs to pee and holding his sword like a cigarette

the love interest agrees to marry tim roth in exchange for letting lorenzo out of the dungeon!! ashamed to say i am really getting into this

the other three dozen plotlines have disappeared

i guess without them this movie would just be 2 hours of hayden fucking nuns so the director had to put in some filler, a move i do not agree with

lorenzo has been let out of the dungeon. he is now wet *and* filthy

i was wrong, shazam has informed me the song i thought was by franz ferdinand is actually “don’t you” by micah p. hinson but it sounds like every single indie rock song released between 2005-2009

the love interest has paid off a fake priest to delay the wedding while she tries to figure out a solution. A+ shakespeare move

lorenzo punches two guys at once and when he says “that hurt” he remembers to un-rhotic his Rs for the first time the entire film

he has stolen a sword and intends to interrupt the wedding!!

the fake priest is filibustering the wedding by interrogating tim roth on his bathing habits

btw the fake priest has the greasy side swoop hairstyle that plagued my adolescence and which has triggered my fight or flight response

a russian guy who is not lorenzo interrupts the wedding?? with a gun????

poor hayden has had to sprint an entire fucking marathon in this movie

lorenzo has arrived and despite having a sword he is kickboxing his way into this wedding

he stops the russian guy from killing tim roth and flips a coin to determine who does get to kill him

final sword fight. tim roth says “aww shit” and falls into a well

lorenzo gets the girl. the russian with the gun gets a different girl. the guy who came too fast in the woods gets his girl.

the fake priest throws rose petals over all 4 main couples who are making out around a fountain

the guy with the tiny penis is also there and making out with somebody

“TENDER” BY BLUR IS THE END CREDITS SONG that’s where their stunt budget went i guess

somehow i forgot that this was based on the decameron?? how???

hayden gets fourth billing even though he carried this entire circus act. there is no justice in this world

okay final thoughts: i didn’t hate it even a little bit?? people who gave it a bad review are fucking snobs, this was a DELIGHT. 100/10 recommend, just don’t watch it with your parents.

[blazehedgehog]

I’d love a completely new Sonic and Sega All Star Racing Game in 2025 or 2026. Both to see an expanded cast from more Sega franchises (Yakuza, Persona, Puyo Puyo, Hatsune Miku, Angry Birds, the “Power The Next Level” IP revivals) and due to untapped gameplay potential for a sonic racing game. My question is: if we were to get a new Sonic and Sega ASR do you have any ideas or hopes for how they could evolve the gameplay of a sonic racing game? (Aside from adding all content from the past titles)

I mean, do you have to evolve it? I'd like a straight collection, which means basically freezing all the gameplay features in time in the Transformed era.

The thing about those games and Mario Kart is that they don't evolve much. With a few exceptions, most Mario Kart games are what they always have been. More evolution than revolution. Tweaks to power sliding mechanics, maybe the ability to better mix and match characters and parts, but still Mario Kart after 8 or 9 games.

Where Sega and Sumo's games differed was having a real, proper singleplayer campaign. The plan was apparently to always have a story mode in those games, but they didn't get enough budget to pull it off until Team Sonic Racing. Regardless, they always contained at least some kind of singleplayer mission structure outside of the context of just racing, racing, racing. That's something that Mario Kart always lacked.

They can keep those as-is and still be a step ahead of most Mario Karts.

I dunno. I have a lot of ideas for what could make racing games better, though. I like to play those alone, by myself, against the computer. At risk of giving these ideas away for free, it's like...

One feature I liked from Dirt 2 that Codemasters struggled to carry forward was the idea that other racers on the track were characters you could interact with. Real people. They would banter with you as you raced, get angry if you bumped into them too hard, chat with each other during races, etc.

Codemasters got away with that for a few games but did sort of bring it back in newer entries like Grid 2 and Grid Legends, but it's lacking that human element -- you'll get an alert that you have "a new rival" because you were too aggressive with another racer, but there's no visible reaction or audible dialog to reflect that. And with how much Codemasters leans on having stories in those games, despite having the foundation for a Telltale-style "[xyz] will remember that" system, it never has bearing on the plot.

They are so close to unlocking the true potential of that system and they never fully commit. There's untapped possibility there for sure.

The other thing is, like, these games always have a finite amount of content. You play something like Ridge Racer 4 and it's always the same tracks, in the same order, every time you play. But does it have to be?

A lot of racing games will let you pick individual tracks one at a time if you want to switch it up, but I don't want that. I want to be able to tell the game "give me a new cup" and have it assemble one on the spot.

It's like a fighting game, right. What's the main fault of early Smash Bros. games? You fight the same characters, in the same order, every time. Later Smash games, and indeed most fighting games, offer you up fighters in a random order, so every time you fire up Arcade Mode, you're never entirely sure who your next opponent is.

So back when stuff like the Spelunky Daily Challenge was a hot conversation topic, I often wondered why racing games couldn't have, like, "The Grand Prix of the Day." Generate a playlist of four existing tracks in a random order for every day of the year.

Like, Mario Kart 8 has, what, 64 tracks right now? It should be able to generate me a new Grand Prix playlist of four tracks on command in trillions of variations. Technically, this is sort of what Mario Kart Tour does, but even then that's locked in to a live service model of "seasonal" content and you still eventually run out of Grand Prix cups to race on for that month. Also, Mario Kart Tour sucks and is bad to play.

And, like, what if you could share your Grand Prix playlists with others? Send them to your friends, issue challenges, configure parameters like mirror mode and reverse races. Maybe designate specific racers as being "experts" for that GP with different traits to race against. Maybe even let the friend record a ghost or some kind of Drivatar-style profile to race against as part of the GP.

This feels so natural and obvious to me. And to be fair, Forza Horizon games also kind of do some of this, but it's still not the same. It's not what I'm looking for.

When I play a racing game, the less I have to interface with the menu, the better. I'm here to race, not to scroll through track lists and be indecisive.