#I wanna get a scanner one of these days

[tsubasaclones]

bought this little magazine thing ages ago and just got around to scanning it oops

[leadendeath]

fellow adhd people (or people who get extremely excited about something for other ND reasons, i'm gonna let u in too for this one):

what do YOU call it when you're vibrating with enthusiasm/love for something/thinking rlly hard about stuff that makes u extreme happy and u gotta wiggle about it?

there is electricity inside ur body and u need to scream on the internet about it or smth or u will be overcharged battery explosion &fire ????? this u when:

i could call it ecstatic. that does not quite cover it. there is so much energy. too much for one word.

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Hdjsnshzjsjka

My grammy just called me and was like

"Are you SURE there isn't anything you want for Christmas besides a PRINTER???"

Shes so done with me and my mom lol

[keefechambers]

I wanna be blunt about this ongoing James somerton suicide threat issue but I don't want to connect it to my IRL Twitter to comment on the dogshit takes I'm seeing there or the good and well meaning but maybe too kind takes I'm seeing here.

Obviously, I hope that this is a false alarm cry for help fake threat. Yes, it would reinforce that Somerton is a self-centered egomaniac who can't handle consequences but that's preferable to dead.

But I work in local news and let me tell you something. I've covered half a dozen family annihilating murder suicides and heard hundreds of men making suicide threats over police scanners and a huge swath of these don't happen because they're depressed or because people are mean to them on the Internet. They're punishment. A person with an enormous amount of entitlement towards people around them gets backed into a corner and they punish the people closest to them by killing themselves or threatening to kill themselves.

No one wants to talk about this feature of suicide because...you want to help people who are struggling and guide them away from this path and being blunt about the fact that sometimes people die of suicide as a consequence of their own shittiness towards the world does not really help actively suicidal people. But suicide rates are higher in men not just because they have higher rates of untreated mental illness (a societal issue we must address for the sake of all) but because some people, often men, use suicide (but more often the threat of suicide) as a tool of abuse and control.

I'm not saying somerton is like, an icky abuser bad guy, he's just a run of the mill grifter scumbag, but his actions in the past show a clear pattern of escalating behavior that aligns with this.

Somerton gets called out -> somerton alleges physical threats of violence against himself and his fans rally around him supportively -> Harry calls somerton out in a bigger way -> Somerton says he's hospitalized but there are inconsistencies with the story but no one wants to talk about that because you wanna be nice-ish about a guy who just tried to kill himself and now he's trying to be framed as tragic but it doesn't really stick -> somerton apologizes again but his apology is rightly called out for lies and manipulative framing as well as his continuing attempts to profit off the community he betrayed -> James posts a suicide note publicly putting the onus of his own suicide on the loss of his friend Nick who he repeatedly threw under the bus and now everyone is rallying to say nice-ish shit and wring their hands in concern over poor james -> indefinitely repeat this vicious cycle forever until he actually does die or finally gives up and gets real, intensive therapy and a day job.

Thats not to say anyone's concern is misplaced, it's 100% better for him to be a living scumbag than a dead one. He deserves the chance to grow and learn and have a life outside of youtube.

But you don't have to portray this as the action of a sad depressed man who got bullied off the Internet. It's manipulation, whether he intended to go through with it or not and whether someone intervened or not. Not denying that internet bullying is a thing, I'm sure there were some people who were shitty directly to James but he made the choice to not unplug from this and to try and keep being a public figure rather than taking care of himself. He could have deleted Twitter, blocked anyone who was an asshole, gone to therapy and tried to move on with his life but if he'd deleted his channel he'd have lost monetization... Can't have that, right? So he posts some apology videos so his channel stays active and then complains about how ruinous this is while never trying to take real accountability.

But the reality is that people would have forgotten about him so quickly and maybe his job prospects would've been impacted but...that's on him, and that's for him to figure out but it's not actually life ruining. He chose to continue to engage knowing he'd get backlash and hate and he'd feel worse and worse and things would never get better without the time and space for people to forget.

He made the choice to make a public spectacle of his own alleged suicide. That is the action of someone who wants to put the weight of their suicide on someone else's shoulders and is morally wrong. He can be held to account for that, alive or dead.

[sluttywoozi]

Bare Non-Essentials | ksy x reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.4k

In the middle of the sexual health aisle, Soonyoung realizes exactly what your new IUD means.

Warnings: mention of IUD, fingering, condomless sex, creampie

Your sneakers squeak on the linoleum of the supermarket floor as you make your way back to the front of the store, Soonyoung’s hand warm in yours and your footsteps synced. You’ve made this journey a multitude of times, but it never gets any less annoying. How you both manage to forget the snacks for every movie night will always elude you.

It’s not too busy, at least, only a handful of people perusing the shelves, leaving most aisles clear for you and Soonyoung to traverse as you fill up the basket in his grip. You’ve decided to get enough for next week too, and though the bill will be a bit high, you won’t have to do this again.

“Oh, baby, wait,” Soonyoung gasps, coming to a stop just feet from the self checkout area. You hold back the whine, just wanting to be home and in your jammies and pressed up against him with some movie playing on the TV as you eat too many snacks and makeout during the boring parts.

“What?” You pout, swaying in place and inching toward the scanners.

“We forgot condoms,” He whispers the last word in your ear, beginning to tug you to the sexual health aisle. You let him, your feet moving on autopilot while he pulls you further and further from the exit.

“Soonyoung,” You try to get his attention, but he’s got a one track mind, his eyes roving over all of the family planning options before they land on his favorite. He plucks them off the shelf and throws them in the basket, trying and failing to cover them up with the tortilla chips.

“We don’t need those,” You say, removing the condoms from the basket and placing them back on the shelf.

“You don’t wanna have sex with me anymore?” Soonyoung turns to you, his eyes teary and his voice hushed. You watch him go through all seven stages of grief, fondness filling your chest as he reaches acceptance and nods, “I’ll just jerk off forever then, it’ll be fine.”

You won’t point out how he doesn’t sound even a little bit convinced, but you will assuage his worries. “Soonyoung, of course I still want to have sex with you. I do, like, all the time. And that’s why I got that IUD placed, remember? You were there, just a few days ago.”

Realization clears the storminess from his face, his eyes growing big and bright and his mouth dropping open. “You mean…”

You feel your lips stretch in an affectionate smile, your hand squeezing his as you finish his sentence. “I mean no condoms.”

He mouths the last two words, letting out a quiet and drawn out, “Oh my god.”

You can tell he’s imagining it, his pupils dilating and his ears reddening as he pictures fucking you bare for the first time. You’ve been together for two years now and have used condoms since the beginning, so this will be a new experience for you both and you’re excited to share it with him.

Soonyoung is excited too, but in a way that makes him jog back to the self-checkout area and scan the items at the speed of light. You don’t even get a chance to help with how fast he’s going, finding it easier to just step back and let him handle it. He finishes and pays in what feels like no time, taking your hand and the bags and pulling you through the parking lot to the car.

He zips home (safely) and parks, running around to your side of the car to open your door and nearly drag you out. You hold onto the grocery bags for dear life as he sprints ahead and unlocks the front door, beckoning you in with wanting eyes and frantic hands.

The groceries are taken from you and tossed to the side before Soonyoung walks you into the door, closing it with one hand and cupping your neck with the other. He draws you into a searing kiss, his lips pursing around your tongue to suck at it and his fingers sneaking under your top to unclasp your bra. Laughing into his mouth, you peel your shirt up and break away just long enough to get it over your head before shimmying your bra off.

Soonyoung’s hands gravitate to your breasts as soon as they’re freed, his thumbs brushing over your nipples and his fingers digging into the supple flesh. You sigh and melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close as he kisses all the thoughts right out of your head.

Well, all but one. Why isn’t he naked yet?

“Soonyoung, clothes off,” you gasp against his lips, your hands sliding from his shoulder to his chest so you can start shoving his shirt up.

“Right,” he breathes, raising his arms and letting you rid him of his top before turning his attention to the rest of his clothes. You undress in tense silence, your eyes roving over each other’s bodies as more and more skin is revealed.

When you push your underwear down, Soonyoung gasps and covers your hips with his hands, pulling you into his body so you can feel just how hard he is for you. He must be aching, his cock swollen and leaking against your stomach, a hushed, “Baby, please,” leaving his parted, plush lips.

You start to turn, his hands loosening their hold enough for you to spin around and place your own hands against the door.

“Like this?” You rest your cheek on the wood, arching your back and pushing your ass out to tease him. It’s a little mean of you, considering how worked up he already is, but you just can’t resist pushing him a teeny bit further. You love when he gets frenzied, when he gets desperate, and this is the best way to make that happen.

Just as you expected, he whines behind you and palms your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can see how wet you are for him. And you are wet, soaking, actually, the cold air against your hot, glistening cunt making you shiver. His fingers warm you up fast enough, the digits dipping inside your entrance to spread you open for his cock.

You don’t need much prep, not after thinking about this the whole way home, your walls swallowing around his fingers as he slides them in with ease. He knows you like to feel a little stretch still so he doesn’t go for a third, just pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so hot around me, baby, so wet, shit,” Soonyoung cries out, his head dropping to lay on your shoulder, like he can’t hold it up himself anymore.

You whine as he bottoms out, his dick hard and throbbing and so so so perfect inside of you. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, and you don’t need it, your cunt molding to his cock and trying to suck him back in as soon as he leaves. He fucks you against the front door of the house you share, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust, making the door rattle on its hinges.

Soonyoung hasn’t fucked you this hard in a while, and you feel yourself melt against the wood as you slip into a relaxed, floaty state. His hands tilt your hips up and you arch further to accommodate him, his dick suddenly hitting so deep, it takes your breath away. You’re getting close already, your cunt wrapping tighter around his dick as gasping moans leave your open mouth.

He won’t stop talking about how you feel around him, and each word sends you higher.

“Gonna fuck you like this every. Goddamned. Day.”

“Love when you squeeze me like that, fuck.”

“Shit, I can feel you getting wetter.”

He shifts a hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing quick, sloppy circles until your legs start to tremble and you cum around him with a cry, your undulating walls bringing him over the edge with you.

You’ve never let someone cum inside you before and the sensation is odd, new, but you think you like it. You like feeling the physical evidence of his desire spill out of him and into you, like feeling him fill you up, like the tears you can feel dripping off his eyelashes onto your back.

You like it all, and now that condoms are no longer part of your sex life, you have a feeling like will grow into love.

My masterlist

[oopwoop]

Comforting Them After a Long Day

pairing(s): e!1610! & e!42! Miles, Hobie, Pavitr

warning(s): Swearing, hurt/comfort (?), unedited

e!1610! Miles Morales!

- Today had been a particularly hard day for Miles. He had barely gotten any sleep the night prior due to fighting all night. Once he got home that night- more so in the morning- he immediately fell asleep after changing. It gave him no time to relax, message or call you, he didn’t even get to eat anything that night, too tired to care.

- After what was only a few hours of sleep, Miles was awoken by his police scanner. “Why can’t I just sleep..?”. While fighting, Miles had gotten thrown, bruising his ribs and causing him to twist his wrist, along with many more smaller/minor cuts and bruises. By the time he was done patrolling for the day it was already 10PM, meaning another night of not being able to talk to you without the worry of crashing into a building.

- When Miles got to his room and climbed through the window he didn’t notice you sitting on his bed. Unusual for him, considering his spidey sense. It really must’ve been a long day for him, huh?

- “Miles.” Was the only thing you said. He turned, eyes wide with what seemed to be the biggest eye bags you’ve seen on him. “C’mon, come here.” You patted his bed, motioning for him to sit next to you. Slowly he walked over to you, settling onto the bed next to you. Next thing you knew he had you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder.

- “I take it you had a bad day?” You whisper, rubbing shapes into his back. All he did was hum, sighing into your shoulder.

- Pulling away from the hug, you grabbed his face in your hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Miles leaned into one of your hands contentedly, eyes shutting. “You may wanna change into to some comfortable clothes, yeah? I can clean up any cuts, get an ice pack for any bruising and after we can watch a movie on your laptop before sleeping. How’s that sound?”

- “That sounds absolutely perfect. Anything with you does… Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Miles praised. He was so glad you were here, that he could relax, even though he felt like passing out from exhaustion. He’d go through so much more for you, what’s staying up a little longer gonna do?

- “I’ll go get the stuff, and don’t worry, your parents are already asleep so you don’t have to worry about them seeing anything. I love you, too” You pulled him into a loving kiss before getting up to grab any needed supplies.

e!42! Miles Morales!

- He had been ignoring you recently and you don’t know why. Whenever he did talk to you it was short and he seemed irritated. Was it something you did? No, it couldn’t have been. He always communicated when something was wrong between you two. Instead of dwelling on it you took it upon yourself to talk to him. It was around 6 PM on a Friday when you went to his house. Knocking the door you heard a muffled ‘one second!’, you assumed it was his mom.

- Not even a minute later the door opened to Miles’ mom standing there. “Oh, cariño (sweetheart), it’s so nice to see you! Miles never told me you were coming over, come in, come in! I was just finishing up with dinner, go get him for me, will you?” She rambled, pulling you into a tight hug.

- You hugged back just as tightly, smiling at her. She was always so kind to you, how could she not be? You made her little boy happy. “Hi, Ms. Morales, it’s nice to see you too! Miles didn’t know I was coming over, I really need to talk to him. I apologize for coming over uninvited.”

- “No worries! I’m assuming he did something, sí? Do I need to knock some sense into him?” She pulled away from the hug, huffing at the thought of her son doing something to upset you.

- “No, no, it’s okay. Thank you, though! I’ll go talk to him and let him know dinner is almost ready.” You walked through the door, taking your shoes off and walking to Miles’ room, hearing his mom say ‘thank you! let me know if I have to smack some sense into him’ down the hallway. Getting to the door, you knocked before walking in after hearing his muffled ‘what?’ through the door.

- Miles looked up from his phone at you, sitting on the bed. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “What do you want?”. Your eyes widen at his words and the fact he rolled his eyes at you. He has never once done that to you.

- “What’s up with you, Miles? Did I do something..? You didn’t even call me ma or anything.” You asked sadly, sitting on the bed nearest his feet, setting a hand on his knee. Miles just shook his head, mumbling a ‘no’ as he looked back at his phone. Since you didn’t do anything, he must’ve had a bad day you thought. It wasn’t wrong, nothing seemed to be going right for him today.

- “Scoot, give me some room. I want to cuddle and I know you’re in need of some.” You moved up to the head of his bed, laying down with him as he complied silently, his head now resting on your chest. “Now, instead of ignoring me, tell me what’s going on under that pretty head of yours, yeah? Tell me what happened. If you don’t want to we can just sit here in silence or watch something. I’m here for you. I love you.”

- “Thanks, ma. Love you too.” He sighed, finally opening up to you about what was going on with him.

Pavitr Prabhakar! (I love him sm(.◜ω◝.)♡)

- Pavitr was used to Spider-Man being an easy job. Sure, there were days where it was a little more stressful, but never this bad. Today he had gotten hurt, a gash in his side, and he was unable capture on of the villains he fought because of it. After that, he had known to call it quits for the day and immediately to your house.

- When he got there, he knocked on the window, hoping that you’re in there. Not even a second later, the window was being opened and he was being helped in. You noticed him holding his side, some blood seeping through his suit. Luckily it wasn’t an alarming amount so you didn’t have to worry about him bleeding out. You escorted him to your bed, sitting him down before getting your first aid kit.

- “Pav, what happened? How did you get this?” You motioned to the gash, kneeling down and getting out the needed supplies from the first aid kit. You asked if he was able to take the top of the suit off without hurting himself, if not you’d have to cut it. With your help, you got the top of the suit undone and now it was pooled around his waist.

- “It’s nothing serious, jaanu (darling, sweetheart, beloved). Just a small cut, I’ll be okay!” He smiled brightly. You’d almost believe him if he wasn’t hissing softly in pain when you treated the wound. No matter the situation he always tried his hardest to act like he was okay and comfort you. While you appreciate it, you wished he’d open up a little more and let you comfort him.

- “Pav, baby, you know you can tell me, right? Anything at all. I know for a fact you aren’t always okay, you’re allowed to be upset, okay? Talk to me, tell me what happened.” You insisted, finishing up dressing his wound. Once you were done you sat on the bed next to him, pulling closer to rest his head on your shoulder.

- He pulled you into a full on hug now, pushing you down onto the bed so he was now laying on you. You moved a hand up to run through his hair, it was unfair how pretty his hair was without having to do much for it.

- “The last villain I fought today was hard to fight. He was fast, which is how he got my side. It stunned me for longer than normal and he got away.. I feel like I failed today.” Pavitr mumbled into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, giving it a soft kiss.

- “I’m sorry to hear that, baby. But just because you didn’t catch one villain doesn’t mean you failed, you still saved many people today, captured other bad guys, yeah? That’s a win in my book. Better yet, you’re still alive and breathing, so that’s the best thing. You didn’t fail, Pav, I promise you. I’m so proud of you, I love you lots.” You rubbed a hand down his bare back, nails softly scratching it.

- “I love you too, meri jaan (my life). I love you so much..” Was the last thing you heard from him before his breathing relaxed. You probably should wake him up so he could change, but he deserves and needs to sleep, so you let him be, still laying on top of you.

Hobie Brown

- You knew today that there was gonna be a huge protest against the British government. Originally you were gonna go with Hobie, but ended up getting called into work. Your boyfriend stated it was ‘a plan from the government so you couldn’t go and is a trick’. You wish he was right, but your job insisted they needed someone, at least for a few hours.

- When you got back home it was around 7 PM. Normally, the protest would still be going on, it would be all night long, but you didn’t know something went wrong. So when you got home and saw Hobie sitting on the couch with his head in his hands in the living room you were shocked.

- “Hey, why you home so early, B? Did something happen? Are you okay?” Questions fell from your mouth one by one, walking over to Hobie and grabbed his face softly into you hand, checking for any injuries. There was nothing fatal, just a bruise on his cheek and a cut lip. He looked at you, eyes full of anger and sadness. Whatever happened at the protest must’ve been really bad.

- “Yeah, ‘m fine. Don’ worry.. the fuckin pigs showed up. It was a peaceful pro’est, so I haven’t gotten a Scooby Doo on why they showed. Threw tear gas an’ arrested people. Turned into a ‘uge fight an’ shit.” He sighed, resting his forehead on your chest.

- You sighed as well, pissed at what had happened at the protest. How dare people stand up for what’s right and call out the government for their wrongs, yeah? You figured it’d be best not to worry on it too much right now and comfort Hobie.

- “I’m sorry, B.. I wish I could promise it’ll all get better but I know I can’t. What I do know is that none of this is your fault, okay? Unfortunately, it’s bound to happen. Cops are pigs, the government is even worse. That’s not on you, you did your best and I know it, even if you don’t believe it. I love you, Hobie, you did so well today.”

- “Mmm.. I s’pose so.. I luv you to. Let’s go make up some grub, aye? ‘M famished.” He said, moving back to look you in the eyes, hands coming to rest on your hips.

- “I am quite hungry, could definitely go from some dinner.” You agreed, your stomach making that well aware. You grabbed his hands and moved back, pulling him up and towards the kitchen.

a/n: I genuinely could not think of what to write for Gwen so unfortunately I didn’t write for her. If anyone can come up with an idea let me know and I’ll edit this and add her (o´∀`人)

[archangeldyke-all]

okay, hear me out… spiderman!sevika 😮‍💨

granted, i've never seen any of the spider man movies so this is all just guess work but... u are definitely onto something with this, anon.

men and minors dni

singed and silco, two scientists on the cutting edge of genetic modification and microbiology, joined forces three years ago to experiment with spiders in order to produce webs that could be used in surgeries to quickly close badly bleeding arteries.

you and sevika, their respective lab assistants, have been working together ever since.

while the two doctors make their rounds at various government agencies and universities, asking for grants to fund their research; you and sevika spend your days holed up in the lab together, studying spiders and looking through microscopes.

you guys have grown pretty close. your work is your life, sevika's is hers: you're both in the lab for upwards of twelve hours a day on average. which means that you guys know each other really well. you're lucky your lab partner is so attractive and charming. she's lucky that you remember to eat three times a day, and always drag her along with you.

you're there the night sevika gets bit by a spider that singed named 'shimmer.'

you're right by her side, watching in horror as the bite swells her hand up until it's the size of her face-- and then deflates and goes back to normal within a minute. you're there to gasp in horror as you watch sparkly blue streaks engrave themselves up sevika's left arm, onto her neck and jaw. you're there to catch her when she passes out, you're the first thing she sees when she wakes up after.

she comes back to work the next morning insisting she's fine and refusing to make eye contact with you.

she's obviously not fine. but you don't mention it.

you don't mention it when she starts coming to work with bruises and scrapes-- broken glass in her hair.

you don't mention it when a mysterious new vigilante starts making the rounds around town-- preventing crimes that just so happen to occur while you and sevika aren't in the lab-- apparently shooting webs and swinging away before anyone can get a good look at them.

you don't even mention the police scanner she brings in to listen to while the two of you work.

but when you get the lab one late night to check on some spiders you've been trying to get to mate and find sevika in a shredded red costume, bleeding profusely from her side-- you can't hold your tongue any longer.

"oh, for fuck's sake, sev!" you cry as you grab the first aid kit off the wall and rush over to her, pushing her hands away from the gash in her side. she's delirious from blood loss, her eyes glossy as she looks up at you.

"'m sorry. 'm gettin' blood everywhere..."

"fuck-- just-- sit back for me okay?" you ask.

"don' take me to the hospital... they'll take me away for tests 'n i'll never come back." she mumbles. your heart breaks for her and all the fear in her voice, and you nod, promising her. she passes out moments after.

you patch her up and get her out of her blood soaked costume, then lay her down on the little couch in your break room.

you don't take your sight off of her the entire night. you keep your eyes focused on the steady rise and fall of her chest, and you keep your mind focused on the scolding you're going to give her when she wakes up.

and when she does wake up, and seemingly remembers all that's happened, she immediately tries to cover it up.

"it's not what you think, i got robbed!" she says. you groan, resisting the urge to punch her now that she's injured.

"sevika, you can lie to yourself all you want, but i was there when you were bit." you say. she blinks.

"you...you've known the whole time?" she asks. you chuckle.

"you're not subtle!"

"i... why didn't you say anything!?"

"it was cute watching you think you were gettin' away with it." you say, shrugging. sevika chuckles a bit, and you kick her shin, sighing. "look, sev." you say. "so you've got superpowers. fine. you wanna be a vigilante? cool. but you can't-- you're gonna end up dead before you can do any real good if you don't have someone watchin' your back for you." you say. she sighs.

"i know..." she mumbles.

"and..." you continue. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you huff. "i really don't want you dead, sevika. you're a good lab partner, and a better friend and..." you trail off shaking your head. "'s stupid." you chuckle.

you can hear sevika's throat click as she gulps. "what's stupid?" she asks. you huff. "the spider bite gave me psychic powers, y'know, i'll just figure it out myself." she says. you burst into laughter.

"no it did not." you say. sevika huffs.

"no, it didn't." she sighs. "c'mon just tell me!"

"sevika, it's stupid!"

"stupider than me being a fucking spider powered superhero?" she asks. you giggle.

"yes!"

"how is it stupider than that!?"

"because i'm not a spider-powered superhero, i've got a fucking crush on one!" you say. sevika's eyes go wide, and you cringe. "fuck-- forget it."

"will you be my sidekick?" sevika asks. you snort.

"that's even worse than a spider-powered superhero."

"but will you?" she asks. you shrug.

"if you pretend i didn't just say that." you offer. sevika snorts.

"that wouldn't work though..." she says. you look back up at her and she shrugs. "i was kinda thinking it could be like a sidekick/girlfriend/labpartner 3 in 1 kinda thing." she says.

you grin, and sevika smiles, and then-- she's kissing you. you don't know how you ended up in her arms-- you could feel the webs drag you toward her but you didn't get a good look at how she did it-- but you can ask later... when she's done kissing you.

taglist!

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[gerrystamour]

when heaven falls, i will be your light [one shot]

Explicit | Steddie | 876 Words | Complete

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“I’m here to deliver a package,” Steve had said, eyes still locked on his little scanner gun thing. Eddie had taken one look at Steve's perfectly tanned, thick, hairy thighs in those light blue shorts and the tasteful bulge behind the fly and licked his lips. “I bet you are, big boy,” Eddie had responded, still fucking ogling Steve’s cock like a creep, barely managing to drag his eyes away before he drooled but not before Steve looked up at him. “I am so fucking sorry." CW: Pure filth, widdle bit of fluff at the end.

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Eddie jolted with every slapping thrust against his ass, each one punching loose a shaky whimper as he clung to the counter. He was barely able to stay standing with how hard Steve was pushing, pushing, pushing into him. 

It was filthy, standing in the middle of the bar Eddie just bought and started renovating, braced against the bar itself with his pants down around his knees. Behind him, Steve was fully clothed, shorts just open enough to get his dick out. Eddie could feel the bite of the fly’s zipper against his ass on each snap of Steve’s hips. 

Eddie was in heaven, being positively wrecked by the fattest cock he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing, attached to the hottest mailman to ever grace the ranks of the US Postal Service. 

Eyes rolling back, Eddie sobbed and dropped his forehead onto the bar as Steve drilled into his prostate. Looking down at himself while he whimpered and pleaded desperately, he saw the way precum drooled from his cock. Every single one of Steve’s thrusts sent the string of pearly slick swinging, splattering it across his thighs or against the fucking bar. 

How did this happen? How did Eddie, new in town, barely been there for more than a handful of days, end up bent over against a bar? 

It was so stupid, actually, one of Eddie’s many Mouth Moved Before Brain Caught Up moments. 

“I’m here to deliver a package,” Steve had said, eyes still locked on his little scanner gun thing. Eddie had taken one look at Steve's perfectly tanned, thick, hairy thighs in those light blue shorts and the tasteful bulge behind the fly and licked his lips. 

“I bet you are, big boy,” Eddie had responded, still fucking ogling Steve’s cock like a creep, barely managing to drag his eyes away before he drooled but not before Steve looked up at him. “I am so fucking sorry, I swear I don’t—” 

Steve had just looked him up and down, smirked, and passed him the package he was holding. After Eddie had signed for it, face flaming, Steve said slyly as he left, “See you around, Mr. Munson.”

Eddie had considered moving immediately, faking his death, changing his name, launching himself into a blackhole, something. Anything to never have to face the mailman ever again. 

But then the man returned today, on a Sunday, wearing clothes that weren’t his uniform but were very close in colour and  how they hugged his body. He stood there in the middle of the construction zone that was the great room of Eddie's bar, thumb hooked into the belt loop of his snug shorts and his hip cocked, smirking as Eddie gawked at him. 

“I’m here to deliver a package,” Steve had said, low and suggestive, and Eddie wasn’t sure how he stayed conscious after that. 

“Oh, fuck, I'm so close,” Eddie whined breathlessly, throwing himself back against Steve’s thrusts. 

“Me too, holy shit, so tight,” Steve grunted, fingers digging into Eddie’s hips hard enough to bruise. 

“Not tight, you’re just fuckin’ huge, oh my God,” Eddie whined, throwing his head back to pant up at the ceiling. 

Steve just laughed at that, didn’t even deny it or get bashful or anything. “Touch that pretty cock of yours, wanna feel you come,” Steve said through a thick moan, and Eddie would have loved to follow such a perfect order. 

However, he was so wound up, so close and Steve's thrusts were so perfect, and that voice calling his dick pretty and telling him what to do? Eddie was coming with a hoarse sob, untouched and all over the ancient panelling of the bar, shaking as Steve fucked him through it. 

It didn't take long for Steve to follow him over the edge, letting out a gasping moan as he tipped over at the hips, draping himself over Eddie’s back to kiss his shoulder and then his cheek. Something fluttered in Eddie’s chest at that, the intimacy of that sweet kiss in his cheek hitting deeper than the warmth of Steve’s cum filling the condom inside him. 

They stood there, panting and pressed flush against each other while they caught their breath. Finally, Steve let out a soft sigh, lips still against the side of Eddie’s face, before kissing him deliberately one more time and pulling out. 

“Holy shit, don’t let me go,” Eddie whined, his legs shaking as Steve stopped supporting most of his weight. “Gonna fall over.” 

“I got you,” Steve laughed, sitting on a nearby stool and hauling Eddie onto his lap. With another chuckle, Steve asked, “So, not complaining, but this wasn't actually my plan.” 

“Shut the fuck up. You walk in here dressing and talking like you’re straight out of a porno and this wasn’t your plan? Sure,” Eddie laughed, sitting up and twisting in his seat to look at Steve. 

“I mean, that was mostly a joke to see you blush again. I seriously only planned to ask for your number,” Steve said softly, and Eddie snorted. 

“You kissed me first,” Eddie pointed out and Steve just grinned. 

“Yeah, I did,” he agreed easily before kissing Eddie’s nose. “So, can I get your number?”

Eddie blushed and grinned. “Yeah, definitely.”

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[911lonestar911imagines]

My girl- Judd Ryder x Reader Smut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Warnings: Smuuuuuuuut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Your husband was always a kind man, but a wreckless one. You loved Judd more than anything, and would do whatever he asked, even though he hates asking for things from you. So whenever you heard his voice over your scanner, that you may or may not have taken home from your shift you got worried.

"Cap, If I don't make it home..You make sure my girls know I love em"

His words echoed in your head, you knew calling and texting would be no use, so you were forced to sit and wait, for either Owen to show up with bad news, or to see your husband walk through the door like any other night. Sitting on the couch with your daughter you leaned back, trying your best not to fall asleep, you had to stay up, no matter how late It was.

Judd groaned getting the last stitch done on his shoulder, anxious to get back home to you and his daughter, finally he saw Paul walking over with his phone "Sorry man, someone moved your charger, so it was in a different spot" He apologized handing the phone over, Judd just nodded unlocking it and starting to search for your contact.

Your phone ringing scared you awake, not sure when you got up and put your baby in her bassinet you searched for your phone desperate to answer incase it was Judd. "Hey baby doll" You heard your husband's southern drawl come through the other end of the phone. "Judd..Are you alright?" You asked immediately chewing on your nails, your body shaking with anxiety "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, baby doll. I'm leavin' the firehouse now" he said calmly, picking up on your anxious tone. "You had me worried, husband" You whispered finally feeling your body relax "I know, I know, I'll tell 'ya all bout it once I get home" He explained, you smiled to yourself a bit starting to pace the living room waiting for his arrival.

It felt like forever before you heard the front door open, rushing over to him, you hugged Judd tightly taking in a deep breath. "There's my girl" He whispered kissing your face repeatedly as he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch. "I missed you" You whispered wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Judd just huffed against your skin, running his hands up your back. "Bad day?" You whispered pressing your lips against his jawline "Shhh" He hushed squeezing your waist "No work talk, no baby talk right now" Judd added on pulling you closer to his body on his lap, making you grind against his lap.

"Mr. Ryder, sir, what has gotten into you" You chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hips in disagreement. "Just missed my wife, damnit" He grunted, pressing his thumb into your jawline, forcing your head to the side before leaving hickeys down your neck.

"J-Judd" You whispered in shock, you and Judd had done things like this before, but he's never come home and immediately wanted to get in bed with you. He pulled away grunting giving you an almost tempting glare "I missed my wife, and I couldn't help but catching a glimpse of you this mornin'" He whispered pulling off your shirt, you cupped his cheeks, forcing his eyes to look up at you. "All you had to do was ask" You chuckled attempting to get up and lead him to your bedroom, but he just pulled you back onto his lap, not moving from his spot on the couch.

"Judd, we're in the living room" You whispered resting your fingers in his hair "I'm not movin, little one's in her room, it's okay" He whispered grinding his hips against yours, forcing you to dig your nails into the back of his neck "Fuck" He grunted pulling you closer, you moved your hands down before your fingertips found the stitches on his shoulder. "Judd what happened?" you asked pulling away "Don't wanna talk about it" He grunted trying to kiss your neck again but you pulled away again. "I fell off the rig's ladder and got a little banged up, I'm alright though" He whispered before undoing his belt, you didn't care how many times you and Judd had sex, it would always make your stomach flip seeing him take his belt off. Judd could notice your stare on his belt, he smirked taking your hands behind you using his belt to keep them latched behind. You let out a very shaky breath looking at him "You want this?" He asked cockily grinding his hips up against you, holding the end of the belt to keep your hands behind you. "Yes, please Judd, yes" You half whispered half moaned, trying to keep your voice down, Your husband smirked kissing down your chest as he undid your night shorts for you.

"Holy hell, you're beautiful" You heard Judd whisper before feeling your shorts and the underwear you were wearing being ripped off "Judd!" You whisper yelled looking at him in pure shock "They were too much struggle" He shrugged caressing the side of your neck with his thumb. "Judd. Fuck me please" You grunted in annoyance "Mrs. Ryder, language" He warned teasingly before pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt your legs twitch as you arched your back. You two weren't that extreme in bed, but Judd was possessive, and in certain moods of his, he doesn't want anybody getting you off, especially yourself included.

"You're alright, baby, stay there" He grunted kissing you deeply while biting your lip, you whined against his lips feeling his fingers curl inside of you. "J-Judd" You whimpered scratching at his back while grinding against his fingers "Yea baby, you're doin great, takin three fingers" He grunted biting down on your neck lightly. You whimpered trying not to arch your back and follow Judd's instructions, whining as you felt him pull his hand away from you "W-What..?" You whimpered looking at him before biting your lip. You watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers and jeans, stroking himself with one hand as he undid your hands. He helped you lean back on the couch, holding your hands above your head as he slowly pushed into you, you fought against his hands, desperate to touch his skin, pull his hair, hell even just a quick kiss, but Judd was staying persistent, watching you fall apart just by him bottoming out.

"Talk to me baby, use them pretty words of 'yers" Judd whispered in your ear slowly pulling his hips away from you, to the point where you only felt the tip inside of you. "F-fuck Judd, I've missed you, so much, fuck I've missed this" You whined still fighting against his hold, which was obvious that it frustrated but amused Judd. "Do better" He grunted pushing all the way back inside of you, making you arch your back, forcing your chest into his face "Good girl" He whispered taking a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, doing small motions while moving his hips, keeping his dick inside of you going in and out. "J-Judd please come on" You groaned trying to grind your hips to speed up his agonizingly slow pace. "Oh You want it faster now, do you?" He asked breathily before bucking his hips quickly, he slammed his lips against yours to keep you quiet, letting your hands fall so he could find your clit with his ring and middle finger.

You felt like you were about to explode, the pressure between your legs was intense, and Judd knew it, he reveled in the fact he could make you fall apart this quickly. Judd on the other hand wasn't worried about his release, just watching you fall apart on his dick over and over again.

Your husband had you laying on the couch for almost three hours, orgasm after orgasm, you weren't even sure Judd was cumming, but he was enjoying himself, putting you in different positions just to see how quickly you fell apart.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

when y/n gathering scrap to meet quota and heard a noise and quickly turn around to see coil-head stop moving they slowly walking backward to try not get killed, after a long while they managed to escape from the coil-head. now y/n heard a rumor about a very familiar entity with a funny nickname peanut (its scp 178 if your curious) but it have very valuable information to know since its familiar to coil-heads when looking at the enemy will not move until your not looking at it

"Just be cool..it's all for the Company...all for the Company...."

Uttering that small mantra, you approached the large humming machinery, your eyes being set directly on the prize: a glowing yellow apparatus. The powercell of this entire facility.

It was worth a good fortune in the name of meeting quota, although it didn't come without its risks.

Like plunging you into total darkness and being stupidly heavy to lug back to the ship.

Unfortunately your crew sent you to retrieve it alone, as they were adding up how much the scrap piles were worth, buying stuff on the terminal, and looking out for eyeless dogs.

But for all you knew, they could be doing fuckall while you're risking life and limb every second you remained in this building.

Then again, that's just a normal day when working for the Company.

You kept your scanner going, cradling the giant apparatus close to your chest. It was your only source of light right now, as your flashlight was out of battery--and it made you look like a giant walking target for whatever monsters lurked here.

Speaking of which-

--New creature data sent to the terminal!--

"...what did I just scan?"

Stopping in your tracks for a brief moment, you took a look around the room, not seeing any sort of creature moving...

Only to suddenly hear loud footsteps rushing at you from behind, and in panic you swiftly turned around. The glow of the apparatus illuminated something humanoid that stopped short in front of you, allowing you to fully take in its horrifying appearance.

It was a creature that looked like a mannequin, with nails piercing its body, no forearms, and its head attached to a metal spring that bobbed as it stopped in-place. It had two hollow eyes and a broken mouth that made it incapable of expressions...yet you felt very afraid staring up at it.

"Shit..th-there's something here, guys.." You muttered into the walkie-talkie, praying somebody would pick up.

"We see it." One of your crewmembers' voice responded. "It's...a Coil-Head. Just got the data."

"Coil-Head? That's what they call these things?"

"If you wanna get specific, it's a Vir colli-"

"Whatever, not important. How much longer do I have until midnight?" You huffed.

"You got time. You're close to the exit!"

"Okay...well what do I do about this thing? I'm looking right at it."

"This is gonna sound weird, but just..keep doing that and head for the exit. But whatever you do, don't l-"

*krrrrrrrt*

"...one more time? I didn't catch that last part."

"........."

"Oh my god..you're kidding me, right?" Briefly glancing at your walkie-talkie, you realized the battery died and groaned, although the Coil-Head suddenly moved an inch closer, its head bobbing violently. "Woah--okay, okay..I'll keep looking at you, I guess....I don't want any problems."

It didn't answer, and simply stared.

"Christ..why does something like this exist at all?" You mumbled to yourself, keeping a tight hold on the apparatus as you slowly backed away, trying to keep your ears and scanner open for anything that might creep up behind you.

God forbid it was another landmine, spider web, or Bracken.

This was genuinely terrifying, especially knowing you were wandering through a near pitch-black facility with this mechanical creature following you every time you had to break line of sight.

Now that you've lost all communication with your crew, the only way they could tell if you're alive was on the monitors. You didn't even know what time it was. All you could do was pray to whatever god was out there in this vast universe that you'd get back to the ship before they decided to take off without you.

Surely, they wouldn't abandon one of their own..

Then again, you were all told to do "whatever it takes" to survive long enough to meet the next quota.

Even if it meant ditching and killing each other, or leaving the moon's atmosphere before midnight to keep tabs on whatever scrap was salvaged for the day.

But regardless, you had to survive..and so you did your best to maneuver around the facility with the Coil-Head in your sights at all times.

Its mannerisms did remind you of some other creature you have researched from a different and not-so-ethical company. Although right now, you're not too focused on that.

Not dying was more important.

........

"You made it!!"

"Yeah, no shit..my arms are killing me.." Dropping the apparatus unceremoniously on the ship floor, you looked at your fellow crewmates--two of whom were arguing about which moon to route the ship to next, while only one acknowledged your close call with the Coil-Head.

At least somebody cares.

But now that you've had time to calm down, you remembered what you wanted to do once you returned here safely.

"Y'know, that Coil-Head reminds me of this one creature I've read about back on Earth..its mannerisms are similar." You hummed, before heading to the terminal, irritated by the arguing duo. "Move. I need to look up something."

"Oh thank god." One of the employees huffed, shaking her head. "Please jump on the terminal before this dumbass routes us to Titan and blows all our money."

"Why are you being so stingy?! We can afford it!"

"We can't afford dying just because you wanna go to the deadliest moon! You think it's gonna be like Experimentation? A cakewalk??"

"No but it sure as hell's gonna give us better loot! We may have an apparatus but it's not gonna sustain us!"

"...can you guys take this conversation elsewhere? I'm going in." You squeezed between the pair and managed to get your hands on the keyboard, pulling up the internet (with speed that sucked since the Company tended to be cheap like that).

Curious, they stopped their squabbling and looked to what you were typing, bringing up a data profile for a creature called-

"SCP-173?"

"Yep. Or as they call it, the Statue..but I like its nickname "Peanut" a little better." You chuckled as you read its containment summary and description. ""The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight...object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull"...yep....the vibes are similar. Interesting"

"I thought snapping necks was the Bracken's job." One crewmember joked. "You're telling me that Coil-Heads and this Peanut might be cousins?"

"Maybe whoever designed them took some inspiration...though I wonder how it could snap someone's neck if it doesn't have any hands.."

"I kinda wanna see that happen. Any volunteers?" The Titan-obsessed employee laughed, but the dead silence and blank stares they received from all three of you caused them to tense up. "...I-I was only kidding...jeez.."

"If we run into another Coil-Head, we're leaving you behind to stare at it."

"Wha----are you really that mad that I suggested going to Titan???" They snapped.

"Since you're acting like a total nincompoop who should know we don't have the proper equipment yet...yes." You answered flatly, to which they groaned in annoyance.

"You're all jerks...I wish I had a new crew."

"In space, no one can hear you whine. Now let's go to March. We still got one day left to make some extra bucks, okay?"

"Fiiiiine, "Captain". Whatever you say."

[balloonboyismyson]

how'd monty feel to seeing a person in his green room laying on his couch?

I will be writing if it were a child and another if it were Y/N! Please enjoy!

If it were a child: After a full day of shows and dealing with jackass parents, Monty is very eager to get in his greenroom and start his recharge-cycle. "You owe me twice for how many times I needed ta save your ass today on stage, Fazbear!" He yells out behind him before the door slides open. A faint "Language!" can be heard as Monty roars out a laugh and steps inside. Looking forward again, Monty stops short, his laughter abruptly stopping with a clamp of his maw. A small child lays upon his couch, the cushions barely being dented. The kid can't be older than 5. 'Shit- the 'plex closes in 12 minutes, why the hell's anyone still here!?' Frozen, Monty just looks around for a second before slowly making his way over. Hesitantly, he kneels down, almost afraid to scare the poor child. He's gonna have to wake them up anyway, but at least he can purposefully do it very gently. Monty cups and uncups his hands a few times before ever so slightly placing a hand on the kid's upper arm, careful not to make contact with his claws. He proceeds to very politely and gently shake the kid, barely even moving his hands. Thankfully, with the kid tiredly getting up, he succeeded in not startling them. When they face him he doesn't even need to use his scanner- he saw them earlier that day in Monty Golf. "Hey, little guy. What'cha doin' here? 'T's almost closin' time. Where're your parents?" Hopefully their parents are nearby to safely bring them home.

If it were Y/N: Today was terrible. For some reason, the days where Monty has the most parties to go to the worse everyone's behavior is. Right now, all he wants to do is go in his greenroom and turn out all the lights and just sit there. Well, what he more-so wants is to do that but have you there with him, to hear you breath and feel your warmth on his casing. He'd probably keep the lights on a smidge so he could still see your face. But alas, he knows your shift ended an hour ago and that all dayshift employees aren't allowed in the 'plex after hours. You didn't say goodbye to him, though. 'Maybe there was 'n emergency?' You had been acting fairly strange all day. Your heart was beating way too fast for his comfort every time he saw you. With heavy footsteps and a very slouched back, he walks to his greenroom and opens the door. His eyes widen as they land on his couch, far on the other side of the room. You're there. He perks up for a second before getting alarmed. The loudness of the door opening wakes you up, and even through the fuzziness of your vision, you see Monty. He makes it over to you in only three steps, crouching slightly to get more face-to-face with you. "What're you doin' here?? 'Re you okay??" "Sorry, I... I didn't really think I could drive home. I'm really sorry for intruding-" " 'T's fine, 't's fine!" He rapidly waves his hands in front of himself before he grabs a few pillows from the corner of the room. "Stay here for th' night. D-do you want me t' leave?" You take his hand and look him in the eyes. "I really.. don't.. wanna be alone right now." He nods and picks you up before walking over to his little nesting area and sits down with you in his lap. Somehow, all the bad of the day's been washed away with one, short conversation.

[archandshri]

9th feb '24 - [arch] characters, interactions and emotion - making a mini webcomic

Gahhhh Shri this has been an absolutely crazy couple of weeks!!!! Hope you are doing well :)) First of all, WOW! You have a lot of goals, and I’m sure you’ll get them done! I’ve worked a lot on my graphic design during the process of making Winter Wellbeing. If you wanna see a blog post dedicated just to that, I can do so! It would be cool to compare notes on the approaches we take for graphic layouts. If you wanna share your knowledge of camera skills when you build that up that would be awesome 😭😭

It’s been a tough few weeks, art wise. I have been reflecting on my process, motivations to create, the ego and all the baggage that’s lumped into the creative process for me. It turns out there’s a lot. I took some space from my illustration practise (literally for a weekend!) and began to realise how dysfunctional it is. I’ve been writing a lot about that so there may be a larger piece of writing coming about that at some point (no promises!!)

But for now, let's talk about little successes!

I’ve been playing with some characters for a while but I’d hit a bit of a block with the plot. I realised the expectation of having a finished project of high quality soon is unrealistic, and an unhealthy expectation to put on myself. I rarely give myself time to play with concepts for a long time and let the characters, plot and interactions evolve naturally. Maybe this in part came from sticking to the short university module turnaround. I noticed that that short turnaround was causing a lot of block, so I have decided to bench it as a comic for now and focus on using it as a playground - falling in love with the characters, creating stories and drawing them for fun. Maybe years down the line I’ll make them into a comic - we shall see! 

I *tried* to do hourly comics day this year and it didn’t quite work for me. I think I made 3 comics? And then got distracted with a bigger project that ended up taking a week or so to complete. Let’s have a look at it, shall we?

[you can find the full version here]

First of all, it’s based on an unfinished fanfiction I started a couple of months ago, which was mostly bad, but there was one nice scene that I liked and wanted to expand on. I started by having a look at the script I wrote and thumbnailing on the iPad. I’m away from home at the mo and usually would prefer to do most of my artwork traditionally, but because I don’t have access to a scanner, the whole process was digital this time. A lot of the pages got scrapped because the dialogue wasn’t necessary, and I’m not drawing pages that aren’t necessary.

some more development screenshots

I thought a lot about posing during the process, acting the scenes out in my mind and sometimes physically, really understanding the emotions of the characters, why they’re saying what they’re saying, their tone and how to convey that though their body language and expression (i find grian really annoying normally [affectionate] but I want this grian to step on me).

Pearl was hard with this because she’s quite erratic and unpredictable in this series, so I wanted her to switch from raw explodey anger to playful jabs at Grian. I’m hoping this comes across as somewhat insane, rather than tonally off and inconsistent. I did super enjoy drawing her and her explosive nature though, especially in comparison to Grian’s coldness.

I played with levels and monotone colour too - I’m not working with multiple colours much at the moment so I’m able to focus on things like values composition, characters and backgrounds. My skills limit the kind of stories I can tell currently, so I’m working to improve those foundations. Maybe when I’m back in the riso studio I can play with colours a little more.

Colours - despite the simple pallete it gets a bit nerdy here.I stuck to specific flat percentages for most of it - Pearl’s hair and Grians jumper are 60%, Grian’s hair and Pearl’s cloak are 20%. Then I added a 14% layer for shadows, using a ahrd blend eraser tool for highlights, making the images quite dark. I fill a layer with texture from Forystr’s riso brush for procreate, and turn it into a 40% opacity colour dodge layer. This gives it some much needed texture and makes the lighting feel low and nighttimecore. It also pushes the values to look really nice - I tend to be too scared to push them by myself.

I tried a few different colour layers to get a *vibe* but settled on a low percentage riso blue in a colour layer. All layers besides the riso blue are in a riso black, colour picked from a riso colour pallete. I learnt these tools - using percentages to get good values - from working with risograph. I really recommend having a look at these techniques and doing some monotone work. It's really improved by character designs, page layouts and compositions.

That's all from me today, though I have had MANY other thoughts over the past two weeks about creating, but perhaps we'll dive into them another time. If you (or anyone else) has any questions, hit me up with a reblog or an ask and I will get right to it. Lovely to hear from you! Hope your art is going great too :)) Arch :)

[allykatsart]

pls i’m so feral about your deer boi oc tell me more i wanna know how the whole everyone notices he’s terrified of alastor thing goes

Who is Peccantum?

HO BOY YOU ASKED FOR IT-

Husk, of course, is the first to notice.

He's a gambler, bartender, and is far more attentive than other sinners give him credit for. Of course he notices Peccantum is treading on eggshells everywhere, and not just for comedic effect. The young buck is genuinely terrified of Alastor.

However, Husk isn't one to act on that information. Not only is it none of his business, Husk is also kind of in the same boat as Peccantum. Honestly, the bartender thinks Peccantum's fear is warranted. He does soften over time, but what can he do, really?

Angel Dust is the first to help.

It would be post episode 4, when Angel really starts to connect with others at the hotel. Angel just kinda always assumed Peccantum was a panicky, on edge weirdo. As they get to know each other a little more, Angel realizes that's not actually the case. Peccantum is usually a sarcastic, passionate, clever guy! So the way the bellhop acts around Alastor... It reminds Angel a touch too much of his situation with Val

(Not in romance or assault, but in the 'Im going to fuck with you for my own amusement' way)

So, Angel starts doing little things. He doesn't want to piss off the strawberry pimp, so no direct confrontation, but he can still help Peccantum not get jump scared. Angel greets Alastor out loud when Alastor enters a room quietly. He lingers in rooms where Peccantum would be alone otherwise. Small things that prepare Peccantum beforehand.

In return, Peccantum makes Angel warm drinks when Angel comes back from a long day. He learns recipes that Angel likes and cooks dinner. He gives Angel a book called "A hundred and one dirty jokes for the wickedly perverted." Small things.

They don't talk about it, and it's not a foolproof strategy, but it helps.

Sir Pentious, the best friend, takes it very seriously.

Sir Pentious doesn't pick up on it like Husk and Angel do, so it takes an actual conversation with Peccantum about it for him to realize it's serious. Pentious and Peccantum are Science Buddies™️ so it doesn't take long before Pentious starts coming up with inventions that might help! Magic seeking goggles, ocular augmentations, even a scanner to help identify Alastor before he appears! They have a little fun with it.

In the end, though, Pentious keeps it simple. He and Peccantum develop a secret hand signal for if Peccantum needs someone to distract Alastor. That way Peccantum can slip away and calm himself down if he's spiraling!

They also develop a secret handshake but that's beside the point.

Charlie....

Despite what everyone thinks, Charlie isn't stupid. She's observant and empathetic, and quickly picks up that Peccantum is nervous around Alastor. She can understand that, Hell, sometimes the Radio Demon makes her nervous! She's also a fixer, so would try to resolve the issue with diplomacy and setting boundaries. Sure, Alastor probably doesn't care about Peccantum, but Alastor does listen to her!

But she doesn't have the context.

I don't think Peccantum would tell her anything, and may actively try to keep his thoughts about Alastor private from her. I also think Alastor has made it clear that if Peccantum tries to hide behind Charlie, he's in for a lot worse than just some scares. Alastor defers to Charlie out of obligation and opportunity, but he refuses to have others use her to manipulate himself. Especially not a soul he owns.

Peccantum, of course, complies. He has to convincingly lie to Charlie, which makes his stomach squirm with guilt, but it's fine. He's overreacting anyways. It's fine. It's the price he chose to pay for power.

As long as he has magic, he shouldn't care what Alastor decides to do with him.

It's fine.

(No, it's not)

[agent-calivide]

I kinda roll my eyes whenever I see posts mocking the whole "don't spam like" "unalive" tiktokification of social media, but not in the genuine "it's a fucking travesty that people have to self censor and think about algorithms that actively tries to screw over the users" way but rather in a "haha, new social media is dumb, I'm a bitter 30 year old" way.

Like, yeah, on Tumblr getting the response of "don't spam like" is fucking annoying because it doesn't do shit other than just show that someone's looking at all of your stuff, but spam liking is not binging a page. It is specifically when someone goes onto someone's tiktok and proceeds to mass-like videos without actually watching them all the way through, it's just scrolling and liking without actually watching the content, which communicates to the algorithm "hey, this person's videos suck because people stop watching at the 3 second mark" and stops pushing your videos.

This doesn't matter for people who are doing it for fun, I don't care personally on my tiktok, spam like away, but when people are trying to make a career out of it by either being an influencer or advertising their small business or trying to show music they've written or just wanna share work they're proud of it's annoying to get screwed by someone showing misplaced love. Especially when there was a window of time were people would spam like as an attack to try and fuck someone over and "shadowban" them.

And the making fun of the censoring is even more fucking stupid. I have posted 2 videos that got dinged for having inappropriate content and got two strikes on my tiktok that I've been running for about 5 years. Anyone who has seen my tiktoks knows I am as inoffensive as you get, I don't do thirst traps, I have Content and Trigger and Flash warnings, I hand-type captions on all of my videos and if I do use the auto-generated ones I watch the video back to make sure they're all correct, I just lipsync to silly audios and basically make video versions of incorrect quotes of whatever my hyperfixation is at the moment.

One was me painting a nerf gun and a nerf crossbow to look like a real gun and real crossbow to be props, which was dinged for showing firearms. My video of me painting a neon yellow gun and bright pink crossbow to black and woodgrain was marked as dangerous content because either someone chose to report me or whatever scanners they use to pick out "dangerous" videos misread and assumed I had real firearms and wouldn't repeal it. My other video, with multiple content and trigger warnings, had an audio that went "For my next trick, I'm gonna fucking kill myself". And while the audio was allowed to stay on tiktok and other people were allowed to use it, because I had a caption and a description that read: TW: Suicidal ideation and properly typing out captions, I got penalized.

But with tiktok, your post isn't just taken down, you have a limited number of strikes and if you get too many, you're entire fucking page is eaten. Just gone, erased, and there is no way for you to get it back. And I have two strikes for: painting a toy black and lipsyncing to a popular audio.

People aren't arbitrarily using "sewer-slide" "grapist" "unalived" and "pew pew" because they wanna infantilize this serious issue, it's because they want to talk about this serious issue without being silenced and, like it or not, tiktok is where word travels fast and to the biggest audience these days. Being "shadowbanned" and having all of your messages get strangled because you used the proper terminology, if not getting kicked straight off the platform, is too high a risk for someone who uses that platform. Especially if they do also use it to advertise, to squeeze a few pennies from the creator fund, to try and make it big or even just to fucking have fun.

I don't know if shadowbanning ever was actually a thing, I just do silly costumes to songs for fun, but there were many people who'd be trying to get traction to show work or get sales or speak out about a bad situation and suddenly they'd go from getting hundreds of thousands of views on every single video to maybe a couple hundred because they had the audacity to say "this shooter is a fucking monster" rather than "this [pew-pewer] is a [bad bad person]"

And if TikTok was their first social media platform, of course they're gonna think other platforms are also ruling with an iron fist. I still feel weird being allowed to say shit like gun and murder on Tumblr because there's a voice in the back of my head that says I'm gonna get my entire blog taken away for daring to use the proper words.

I don't know, maybe I'm missing something, but I think the most well known and most encouraged to use platform of these last few years is also one that's so highly regulated that people are pre-emptively trying to figure out how to talk about important things without it totalitarian-ly beating them into a fine paste with the algorithm so people just see the silly little dance videos tiktok would rather push over the people communicating real world problems is more fucked up than Stacy saying "unalived" on Reddit out of habit.

[starryeyedadmirer]

Jake Kiszka — I Wanna…

Just something stupid and mushy that I wrote while I was emotional, after having a great dream about Jake.

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I wanna take a trip to the grocery store, with a long list of Jake’s favorite foods tucked down into my pocket, and shop around for a few minutes. Walk each and every aisle, contemplating over the fresh produce, canned drinks, and frozen items… deciding what to grab. I haven’t seen my Jakey in weeks… and, today, he’s finally coming home.

I wanna pick up all of the ingredients on my list, one by one… silently going over the recipes in my head as I amble through the store. This, for that… and that, for this. A cup of this, and a half-pound of that. Taking my precious time, reciting the steps and measurements, over and over again, knowing that… when it comes down to it… I’m only going to end up going off-book.

Eventually, I push my cart up to the checkout line… and it’s practically spilling over with items. I stand there awkwardly, watching the cashier swipe my stuff across the scanner… silently judging me. They probably think I’m such a fatass, for buying so much stuff… but, with the vision of Jake’s contented smile emblazoned in my mind, I don’t care what they think. I swipe my card, without looking at the number on the screen, or even giving it a second thought. It doesn’t matter how much money I spend. This is all for him…

I wanna have that warm, fuzzy feeling swell in the center of my chest as I push the cart out to the car, and set my stuff down in the back seat. The parking lot is bustling with people and their vehicles, and the autumn clouds paint the sky a beautiful blue-gray color. It reminds me of the day that Jake and I met… just a few short years ago. Standing in the rain, in the middle of a crowd of people — everyone waiting at the crosswalk, for that green little man to light up before us. I locked eyes with a beautiful stranger, carrying a massive guitar case, and sparked up a conversation. We talked, and talked, and talked about nothing… and yet, it felt like we’d shared our entire lives with one another. The rain poured down around us, from a sky that was the same color as it is now. That beautiful blue-gray…

I can’t help but to smile the whole way home, still envisioning that same contented smile. The corners of his mouth slightly risen, with a semi-smug charm. His chubby cheeks, blushing red at the mere sight of me. His dark eyes, beaming my way. He’ll be so happy to wrap his arms around me again… and he’ll be all the more eager to indulge in the feast that I plan to prepare for him. Jake enjoys eating on the road… a little too much. Going city to city, trying new and exotic cuisines, and experiencing new flavors is quite the experience… from what he’s told me... but, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as a nice, home-cooked meal.

I wanna get home, and lug the grocery bags into the kitchen. I always struggle to carry all of the stuff in at once, but that never keeps me from making a single trip from the car. My biceps aching from the overload, I start the oven, and get a few pans and a cutting board out from the cupboard. With everything I need set out before me, I connect my phone to the TV, turn on some Fleetwood Mac, and start cooking. Stevie Nicks’s voice is so hypnotic, it makes me question whether or not she really is a witch, all over again. Every now and then, Jake and I have a good laugh about the whole conspiracy — both believing that it’s nothing more than a ridiculous Hollywood rumor — and yet, as I listen to her sing, I can’t help but to feel as though it’s true… and that makes me love her even more.

I wanna spend hours and hours, working away in the sweltering kitchen… battling the clock, to get it all done before Jake gets home. We’re having all of his favorites.

All at once, I throw the elbow noodles into a pot of boiling water, to make the southern-style Mac and Cheese that he likes so much. First, the noodles… then, a sliver of butter, cut from the end of the half-used stick… and, finally, a pinch of salt. I can already smell the butter soaking into the noodles; it brings back so many memories. Jake nearly exploded, the first time he ever tried my mother’s recipe… the one that I still follow, to this day. He ate an entire pan of it, all on his own, and got so full that we all thought he was going to burst. My mother was so happy to see his tight tummy, she could’ve jumped over the moon. It was then, as my gaggle of aunts rushed over to comfort him, that I knew I’d found the guy for me… and, from the joy on her face, I knew that he’d managed to win Mom’s heart too. I still remember it like it was yesterday… and I know he’ll never forget it either.

I’ve had some chicken sitting out on the countertop for a while now, thawing. He says that my Chicken Tacos are to-die-for — yet another of my mother’s wonderful dishes, that I’ve learned to prepare for myself. Buttermilk biscuits, deviled eggs, greens, tiny finger-sandwiches, and a huge apple pie… just to top it all off. One by one, the dishes turn out… and they’re nearly perfect.

I wanna clean it all up, when I’m finished. Throw the dirty bowls and cooking utensils into the sink, and wash them by hand. Give the countertops a thorough polishing, so that they shine. Sweep the floor, collect any fallen scraps, and trash them. Set the dishes out on the table, and make them look nice and pretty… like I used to do as a kid, back at Mama’s house. I’m hot, I’m sweating, I’m covered in stains, and I feel gross… but it’s nothing that a quick shower can’t fix.

I wanna see the look on Jakey’s face when he finally comes home. The simultaneous shock, amazement, and complete disbelief in the fact that I made all of that food for him. I can’t help but to laugh, trying to convince him that it’s all real, and not just a big mirage, or the jet lag screwing with his head. I’m actually standing here… all sweaty and gross… and everything that I’ve prepared is just for him. His head likes to play tricks on him after a long flight… and, usually, it forces him to go off to bed as soon as he comes through the front door… but the smell of my good home-cooking shoos that dazed, drowsy feeling away, and beckons him into the kitchen.

I wanna hear his tummy rumble as he watches me plate his food. The way he’s eying everything, I can tell that the waiting is like torture… but I take my time stacking each item onto the plastic disk, so it doesn’t topple out of my hand. Everything looks so good, if I do say so myself. The spread is beautiful!

I’ve never had that great of a relationship with the kitchen… but, when I really want to, I can whip up a good meal. I rarely ever want to, though.

I wanna watch Jake stuff his face, gorging himself on everything that I’ve made. He just can’t contain his inner pig as he devours the biscuits, deviled eggs, greens, and Mac and cheese — none of it stands a chance. There he sits, hunched over at the table… his chin nearly level with his plate, his long hair tied out of the way, and his fork barely moving an inch from the plate to his lips. He’s an animal, and I love him even more for it. After only five minutes, it’s all gone… and he’s up for seconds.

I wanna take care of him, when it’s all said and done… when the day is through, and he’s gulped down every heaping mouthful that he could possibly handle. I cuddle with him, holding him close as I rub his bloated belly, and ease his pain away — his tiny little body on top of mine. Jake always hurts himself whenever he eats that aggressively. He pushes his stomach too far past it’s capacity, and ultimately suffers for it in the end… gets all achy and gassy. His belly is huge — as tough and round as a pumpkin — and he keeps apologizing for everything, even after I’ve reassured him that he’s done nothing wrong by enjoying his meal. It’s just the two of us, lying on the couch, watching TV while the sun goes down, and trying to make conversation over the sound of his little farts. There’s a sense of awkwardness in the air, and an awful smell… and yet, I feel so comfortable, lying here with him in my arms.

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[moonlight-tmd]

I'm feeling miserable so i'm gonna project it onto my comfort character.

In the past few days the others on the team have been asking Bee to help with stuff- carrying boxes, transporting supplies, carrying more crates from one place to another. He even was helping around town on small construction sites.

He had little time to rest before someone asked him to help with something or do some chores. So 3 days of almost non-stop physical work and few hours of recharge in total he decided to stay in berth to rest.

That didn't go as planned cuz an hour or so after he woke up Optimus went into his room and forced him out- well, forced is a strong word; he told him to stop being lazy and get up cuz there were things for him to do. So Bee did.

He was feeling miserable, his frame ached all over, his joints barely did what he told them and he was tired, yet he got up and went to do what Bossbot told him. He didn't wanna let everyone down cuz he was feeling a little worse than usual. Afterwards he was caught by Prowl bringing more potted plants into his room and asked if Bee could help. So Bee did.

It hurt to bend down and pick up seemingly light objects, let alone walk, his sense of balance also got iffy. It wasn't long before his servo slipped and the pot with the plant shattered. Prowl wasn't happy, Bee tried to help...

What he didn't know was that Ratchet stood not far away and saw the whole situation, he watched Bee closely as his medic senses tingled: Bee was moving rather stiff, he took notice of the way he tensed up when someone or something touched him, as if he was in pain. His usual expression was also out of place somehow.

He approached the scout as he tried to grasp one of the pot shards to help Prowl.

"Oh- hey Ratch'!" Bee greeted, if he had trouble lifting himself up from the floor he tried his best to hide it. No success tho, Ratchet saw right thru it and with a concerned expression asked him to come to medbay with him. He took notice of the slight swaying as the scout walked next to him.

Bee struggled to get on the medberth, his limbs felt weaker than ever. Ratchet quickly jumped into action and gently lifted him up with his magnet and laid him on the medberth.

"What's wrong, Docbot?" Bee asked, slightly confused.

"You tell me." Ratchet began while walking over to the console next to where Bee was. "You're been acting odd all day- you're stiff and swaying, not to mention unusually clumsy."

Bee shouldn't have been surprised that Ratchet would suspect something, "Well, i am kinda tired... and my frame aches." His voice kind of quieter at the last part.

"Where?" Ratchet asked. "Um... everywhere?"

"Do you have an idea what could have caused this?" Ratched took the scanner and a swarm of lasers washed over Bee as he spoke. "No, i was just doing the usual."

"Define 'usual'." Ratchet finished the scan and waited for Bee's system diagnostics. "Uh, I played some games, drove around the city, helped out others with stuff.."

"What did you help out with exactly?" Ratchet said, a slight suspicion in his voice that made Bee a little uncomfortable. He didn't do anything wrong but still. He began listing off things he did: helping out Sari with packages, bringing supplies, helping Bulkhead move paint crates into his room, helping around construction zones and unloading the supply shipments with Optimus and some other 'minor' things few other people asked him to do. He mentioned playing games til late at night cuz he couldn't fall into recharge.

"...-i wanted to stay in berth today but Optimus told me to 'stop being lazy' and to go get the oil supply back to the plant." Bee said, if he wanted to say something more he didn't bcuz Ratchet got his diagnostics and connected the dots right this moment.

"You ain't lazy! You've been working your aft off with little time to rest-your frame is overworked and can't keep up with your processor. No wonder you're struggling with minor tasks, you're supposed to be in berth resting." Ratchet told him sternly yet with the quieter tone of voice. "Ya shouldn't have done so much physical work."

"But i had to help, they asked me nicely so-" Bee tried to justify but for nothing. "Then you should have said 'no' and went to rest! Ya can't throw your well-being aside cuz someone said 'please'." Ratchet scolded him.

"You're on mandatory leave until you fully recover." He said while going over to the med supply corner and coming back with some oil and 2 pills. "Here, take these. They'll help with the pain."

Ratchet helped Bee lean up to take the pills, he couldn't get a proper hold on the cube with oil so Ratchet helped him drink it. Bee wanted to go back to his room but the old medic stopped him and told him to rest in medbay so no one will disturb him. He gave him a pillow and a blanket and tucked him in. Bee appreciated how gentle Ratchet was being with him, even if it was a little unusual.

"Try to get some recharge, i'll go inform the rest." He said and left the medbay. Bee was left alone, only the soft buzzing of the tech in the med station filling in the silence. It was kind of comforting really, the medbay was dim on its own without the lamps blasting light like when Ratchet was fixing someone in the group. Slowly he rolled onto his side, careful not to move too much. He closed his optics and let himself relax- the pills were already starting to work, his tense struts and mesh-filling easing up and the pain slowly numbing away. He let himself fall into recharge.

In the meantime Prowl had just finished cleaning up the mess when Optimus came in and asked where was Bee cuz he had another task for him. Bulkhead was present too as he came out of his room after he heard something shatter.

"He ain't gonna do anything." Ratchet appeared right behind him. He wasn't happy.

"Why? Did something happen?" Was all the Prime said and it was enough to light the fuse and make Ratchet go off.

"Yeah, it did- his frame's overworked because your lazy afts couldn't do your chores on your own!" All of them had wide optics, "Wh-what?" Optimus stuttered, Ratchet continued in a slightly calmer tone. "Did none of you notice he was behaving differently? He's physically worn out, not to mention in pain because of how much physical work you've been throwing at him." Ratchet crossed his arms, he was thoroughly annoyed at the ignorance of his teammates.

"But he's always energetic-" Prowl started but Ratchet cut him off. "Just because someone's energetic doesn't mean they can handle the same amount of work as bigger bots. You should know it yourself, you're also not fit for heavy physical work." Prowl was indeed a minibot too, his motorbike alt was proof of how small he actually was compared to others, if it wasn't for his height he would have been smaller than Bee. Ratchet's statement made him shut up.

The docbot continued to scold the team for a bit, answering the few quetions they had- it became clear that Bee was too kind to refuse helping... after that Ratchet went back to medbay. He closed the shutter that was the makeshift doors to medbay and went over to his desk. As he passed by he stopped and took notice of Bee recharging peacefully. In the corner of his optic he noticed the little beaver plush in a doctor outfit sitting on a shelf- Bee gave it to him after he and Sari went to that 'amusement park' place. He took the plush and carefully put it in the scout's arms. A little smile appeared on his scarred derma, he watched the young bot for a bit, a feeling of comfort in his Spark, before he finally made it to his desk and continued looking thru the med files.

When he woke up the next day he was greeted by Bee. "Better, it only hurts a little bit when i move." Bee answered happily when the old bot asked him how he felt. Ratchet left and shortly after returned with 2 cubes of oil for himself and Bee. Bee's oil was lacking in taste a little- the scout always made his oil very sweet and with few other ingredients, the medic didn't know how to make it so he only threw a couple of sweeteners in. Still Bee was happy that Ratchet brought him oil so he didn't have to get up.

He felt strong enough to pull himself against the tilted end of the medberth into a semi-sitting position, this time he could grab the cube on his own. He was given only one pill and downed it and the oil in one go.

He and Ratchet talked for a bit before Sari came in for a visit, all the rooms had human sized entrances from the time of them being a part of a factory. She heard how Bee was doing from others and wanted to apologize. "As much as i like having you near i'd prefer if you didn't touch me today." He nervously chuckled when she placed her hand on his arm and leaned on it to get closer.

She brought her nintendo switch and laid next to him, mindful not to lean on him, and let Bee watch her play Legend of Zelda. Bee was surprisingly quiet, only talking to guide Sari to the right location or telling fun facts about the game that he found while playing himself. He let Sari do the most talking- she wasn't too loud, like Ratchet told her, and the talking was lulling him back to the semi-recharge state. He just enjoyed having her around and hearing her talk.

At one point Optimus came in to give something to Ratchet and to check on Bee. He was sorry about what happened yesterday and how rough he was being with him lately. It was all good now though.

Bee stayed in medbay for 2 days in total and had a day off afterwards to get back on his pedes properly. The others stayed mindful to not give him too much physical work afterwards, they all felt bad for accidentally making Bee suffer.