#Irrational Man Premiere

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Fernando Torres’ first goal against Blackburn Rovers | 11.04.2009

for @mietowka

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Emma Stone @ Irrational Man Premiere in 2015

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HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY TO GRAVITY FALLS!

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Back in Oct. 2018, my project for inktober was at least one pic from every episode.  Because of the pace, there were restrictions; I did each on a post-it note, limited coloring, and chose things that would fit the square format and that I could get done in time (between working full-time and owl-banding most nights).  I always sort of wanted to redo a bunch of those; but really, what occasion would merit putting in THAT much time and effort for a project of that size?

Well, how about for the 10th anniversary of the premiere of Gravity Falls?

I’m not saying this was a *smart* project to tackle, but I thought it might be “easier” because I had first drafts of most of the pieces; I just wanted to redo them so they’d look better, with 4 more years of practice under my belt and a new move to digital art.  (Narrator: it was not really easier.)  Some I redid completely, or did new to create the full sets above.  Basically, once I’d hit on this idea, and decided to link it to the refrain of “How Far We’ve Come”, I was committed; there was no way I was going to *not* try to do it.

I know that “How Far We’ve Come” gets fanvidded for eight billion different shows.  But, the first time I heard the song was in one of the first Gravity Falls fanvids I ever watched (link  below), so it will always be a GF song for me.

Gravity Falls has meant a lot to me for the past 6 years that I’ve been active in the fandom.  I have no doubt it will always have a big place in my heart. I’m definitely not done with things I’d like to do for it.  I’m so glad to see people coming together to celebrate this big anniversary! 

ALSO: needless to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Stan and Ford!

“How Far We’ve Come” by @findmeinthealps2 ​

IDs under the cut.

Image descriptions.  The post consists of six images, each with a one-word header.  Together they spell out, “LET’S SEE HOW FAR WE’VE COME”.  Each image has 8 square pictures under the header.  Each picture is a screenshot-redraw from an episode of the show, usually consisting of one or a couple of characters against a simple colored background.

The first image’s 8 redraws are: Dipper and Mabel from “Tourist Trapped”; Old Man McGucket from “The Legend of the Gobblewonker”; Mabel and Bats Biker from “Headhunters”; Lil Gideon from “The Hand that Rocks the Mabel”; Mabel from “The Inconveniencing”; Dipper from “Dipper vs. Manliness”; Dipper and Dipper clone 5 from “Double Dipper”; and Mabel and Quentin Trembley from “Irrational Treasure”.

The second image’s 8 redraws are: Mabel and Waddles from “The Time Traveler’s Pig”; Robbie and Dipper from “Fight Fighters”; Stan and Lil Gideon from “Little Dipper”; the Summerween Trickster from “Summerween”; Stan in his vampire costume from “Summerween”; Mabel and Dipper from “Boss Mabel”; Stan from “The Bottomless Pit”; and Mermando from “The Deep End”.

The third image’s 8 redraws are: Dipper and Mabel from “Carpet Diem”; Mabel surrounded by Sev’ral Timez from “Boyz Crazy”; Stan punching the pterodactyl from “The Land Before Swine”; Bill Cipher in giant red angry form from “Dreamscaperers”; Mabel and Dipper from “Gideon Rises”; Dipper, Mabel and Stan from “Scary-oke”; the Shapeshifter from “Into the Bunker”; and Mabel and Pacifica Northwest from “The Golf War”.

The fourth image’s 8 redraws are: Bipper from “Sock Opera”; Soos Ramirez and Melody from “Soos and the Real Girl”; Stan from “Little Gift Shop of Horrors”; Old Man McGucket from “The Society of the Blind Eye”; Mabel fighting Blendin Blandin from “Blendin’s Game”; Robbie Valentino and Tambry from “The Love God”; Pacifica Northwest and Dipper from “Northwest Mansion Mystery”; and Stan from “Not What He Seems”.

The fifth image’s 8 redraws are: Mabel from “Not What He Seems”; Ford’s arrival from “Not What He Seems”; Ford and Stan as teenagers from “A Tale of Two Stans”; Dipper and Ford as elf characters from “Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons”; Stan from “The Stanchurian Candidate”; Mabel, Wendy, Candy, and Grenda after their fight with the unicorns from “The Last Mabelcorn”; Darlene the spider lady from “Roadside Attraction”; and Dipper and Ford with Bill Cipher’s shadow over them from “Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future”.

The sixth and final image’s 8 redraws are: Bill Cipher holding up the gold statue of Ford from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 1″; Wendy Corduroy from “Weirmageddon Pt. 1″; Dipper and Mabel from their class day photo in “Weirdmageddon Pt. 2″; Bill Cipher in giant red monster form trying to capture Dipper and Mabel from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; Stan punching Bill Cipher in the mindscape from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; the group gathered around Stan sitting in his chair while Mabel shows him her scrapbook, from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; Dipper and Mabel waving goodbye from the bus window from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; and Stan and Ford laughing together in the rain, after defeating the giant squid, on their boat the Stan o’ War II, from “Weirmageddon Pt. 3″.

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The dream

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When you get the chance to make your dream come true, you take it. But you didn’t think it would scare you this much and how stressed it would make you. But Chris has a couple of ideas up his sleeve

Warnings: Overstressed, anxiety, panic, mention of a panic attack, nightmares, SoftChris, Passionate and loving sex, eating you out, giving you the lead in sex, him asking you what you need and want, fingering, eating you out, Soft smut, neediness for each other, jerking off, p in v, no condom, creampie, cockwarming

Words:5K

A/N: So this is very personal as in problematic wise. I’m waiting for a go from the designer so I can continue and I never thought that it gave me this much anxiety, panic and nightmares. I’ve been waiting for two weeks and the deadline is coming closer, making me think irrational. Besides, I still need to make 200 slides….. yeah I’m already overstressed and I just need Chris to help me through this but this is the closest I can get.

The dream

Your dream was finally coming true and you did it all on your own. You were going to make the graphics for a big festival and would also be the photographer. Or at least, you could count on it but it still had to be completely arranged and it gave you anxiety. You rather would have it in black and white. You had a pitch where you would show your work that you made for the festival and they loved it. But there was only one graphic designer in the team and he had to give you a go in order for you to continue or not so the days following are absolute hell.

This was your dream and it got right into your lap so you wouldn’t let it go for the life of you. Unfortunately the anxiety rose with each passing day and Chris, your boyfriend, noticed. He took you along to his premiers that were going on right now with like Lightyear, The Gray man etc etc. Chris noticed that with each passing day you grew more nervous and anxious.

Today was a very hot day and you finally threw a mail out for the people in the team to get you an answer from the designer but they were all very busy, which you did understand but it just didn’t help with the growing anxiety that you couldn’t control anymore.

You were behind your computer and also send a text message out so you would be sure they would see the mail. Your leg was bouncing while you stared at your empty inbox. The worst part was that all of this triggered your depression as well. Chris was in the kitchen, making coffee when he heard nothing except the tapping of your heel on the ground. He looked at you and sight. He knew how much this meant to you and you would do everything for this. Like this really was a start of your dream and you were so incredibly close that it scared the absolute life out of you.

You didn’t tell Chris how bad it really was but he could guess. He just never thought it would be this bad since you were an expert in hiding. Chris walked over to you and placed his hands on either side of the armchair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Hey sweetheart. How you’re holding up?” He asked you as he turned your chair around and got on his knees so he would be on eye sight. His head resting on his arms which were resting on your knees.

You shrugged and let out a shaky breath. He placed a piece of hair behind your ear and softly brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “The same only it’s getting worse by the day.” He nodded, listening to you. “It’s a warm day…. Why don’t we go to the beach today? It’s no use of staying behind this laptop honey.” You let out a sigh and refreshed your inbox to be met by absolutely nothing. “What if he doesn’t like my work Chris? What if he doesn’t want me to finish it or make me start all over again? The deadline is only 2 months away and I have to make at least 200 slides.” Chris shushed you, noticing your demeanor changed and your breathing becoming rapidly.

He held your cheeks softly with his palms. “Slow down baby girl. I’ve seen your work and it’s amazing. They wouldn’t make you all of this if they didn’t want you.” he tried to remind you. “But they only got me because one of the team member knows me personally.” You rubbed your temples in distress. Chris took your hand away, stopping you. “Sweetheart, listen to me. They saw your work and if you weren’t good enough they wouldn’t have made you continue. It’s all in your head and it’s completely understandable that you’re stressed out but you need this energy for later.”

“Let me call Scott and ask him if he wants to join us. You need some distractions. Trust me sweetheart, this’ll do you good. Maybe some friends can join us too?” he proposed and you knew he was right but you were closer to tears than smiling at the moment, not feeling very social. “It’s been three weeks Chris….” You reminded him. “I’ve been waiting for three weeks and I can’t contain my anxiety anymore.” Your eyes filled up with tears from the absolute sheer panic you were in. You were keeping it all in and it felt like you were about to burst in a form of a panic attack.

“Let me take care of you sweetheart. You’ve always taken care of me when I have anxiety. Now it’s my turn.” He said softly as he caressed your legs. You sighed and looked back at your laptop. “I don’t feel very social today. Let’s just ask Scott and his boyfriend but no friends. I can’t really deal with that right now.” You told him honestly. “That’s okay sweetheart. Why don’t you make some fruit ready and I’ll call Scott?” he was so gentle with you right now since you couldn’t do that for yourself. You’ve been beating yourself up over this for three weeks straight now.

You nodded and Chris helped you up, pulling you into a hug as he held you tightly. “It’s going to be fine sweetheart, I promise you.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck, taking in a deep breath while Chris’s cologne calmed you down slightly. He placed his hand on the back of your head, trying to make you feel as safe and protected as possible.

He waited until you got out of the hug, giving you as much time as you needed while placing kisses on the side of your head until you got out of the hug. “And if this doesn’t work, I’ve got more ideas to how I can destress you….” he told you with a smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and giggled. “You see! It does work, you’re smiling again.” You shook your head and made your way to the kitchen to cut up the watermelon.

Chris called Scotty while you got all kinds of fruit. You loved Scott to bits. His positivity was intoxicating and that’s exactly what you were needing right now. All of this had a pretty big effect on your life and love life. You and Chris haven’t done anything in the last three weeks and even though Chris gave you all the time you needed, you knew he was a little touched starved just like you. All of a sudden you felt a pair of arms around your waist and Chris let his head rest on your shoulder as his body was pressed up against yours.

“Scott and Steve will be here in an hour.” Chris told you, kissing your cheek. You nodded and fed him a strawberry you were cutting up. “I’ll get a cooler for the drinks and stuff.” He told you and kissed your neck. He made you turn around by your waist. He had a mischievous smile and pulled you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He picked you up and placed you on the counter without breaking the kiss. You pulled away and went with your hands through his fluffy hair while he stood in between your legs. “I love you.” you told him, caressing his cheek this time, his stubbles tickling the palm of your hand. “And I love you sweetheart.” His smile big and bright, which you mirrored.

“Now get your pretty ass upstairs and get changed.” He told you, helping you off the counter, placing a quick kiss on your lips and smacked your ass softly and playfully. You turned around with a smile while he watched you walk away. You got everything you needed just like Chris. Scott was one minute away and you quickly looked into your inbox again. “No…..” Chris said and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you away from your laptop. “Chrihiss….. just let me take a look” You whined and almost fought Chris to see your inbox. He let out a loud sigh and let go of you. Obviously there was nothing there and when you turned around towards Chris he had his hand on his side with his eyebrow up. “Sorry….” You told him and he walked towards you. “Today is for relaxation sweetheart. Now let’s go.” He told you and kissed you before carrying the cooler and bag.

Just in time, Scott honked the car. “There they are!!!” Scott yelled with a smile, making you smile as well. You jumped in the back and hugged Scott and Steve. “How are you? Heard you were pretty stressed out so we’re going to make you relaxed by the end of the day.” You smiled “Thanks Scotty.” Chris jumped in besides you and pulled your legs over his, his warm, big hand on your knee.

It didn’t took long before you arrived at the beach while Scott talked with you about the new true crime docu he had seen. It took a minute to get your thoughts off the festival but in the end it did work, getting you in a way better mood. You searched a quiet spot to lay and when you found it, you all unpacked. Chris put some sunscreen on your back and you on his. Just by seeing him without a shirt on, made the butterflies go loose in the pit of your stomach. It’s been a while when you saw him without a shirt and he was ripped in a way you didn’t remember he was while the tattoos showed off.

Scott brought a ball with him for in the water while you turned up the music a little. Scott and Steve already jumped in the water, jumping on each other’s back. Chris turned to you and checked you out with a smirk, making you feel shy again. “What?” you asked with a shy smile playing upon your lips. He shrugged a little “You just look good, that’s all.” he told you and kissed your shoulder, meeting your eyes above his sunglasses. You felt your cheeks getting heated, chuckled and looked away. “What? I can’t compliment my favorite girl right now?” he knew damn well what he was doing to you.

He got your arm and gently rubbed it. He knew exactly how to make you feel heated, shy and most importantly, made you feel like the only woman on earth. “hmh… Smooth Christopher… smooth.” You told him and stood up, reaching  out your hand for him to take. He chuckled at your response and took your hand in his and got up. He stood very close to you and was taller than you were, making you feel a bit small and intimidated. Damn this man knew exactly what to do and what he did now, made you feel submissive. Chris looked down at you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes slightly, not wanting to give in now just on principles and pushed him playfully away.

“What?” Chris chuckled and if you could roll your eyes even further, you would, making Chris chuckle even more. “Let’s just go, you tease.” Your remark made him laugh wholeheartedly and you knew that this was the vibe he was going with today. He took your hand and placed a delicate kiss on it, smiling at you. You turned towards him, standing close to him as well. This time it took him by surprise at the close proximity you were standing and got his sunglasses of his face. “Don’t wanna loose them now do we?” you chuckled at your win this time and placed it on the towel. Now it was your turn to wrap him around your finger.

You took his hand in yours and walked into the water, paddling your feet in the refreshing water. Chris looked at you with a loving smile and placed his arm around you, pulling you against the side of his body and kissed the top of your head. He could see you were thinking about it again and whispered in your ear “It’s all going to be okay sweetheart. Trust yourself.” He took the lead, still holding your hand in his when he turned around looking at you if you were ready to go further into the water.

You walked slowly his way. The water wasn’t cold, more refreshing than anything else  but you still needed to get used to it. Every time you took a step forward, Chris took a step backward to help you. It wasn’t like you really needed help, but you loved the fact that he was doing it either way, always so caring and it made your heart flutter. You looked at Chris, the sun kissing his skin while his fluffy hair shined in the sun and it was like falling in love with him all over again.

You smiled and got his hand, pulling him closer. It surprised Chris for a minute until you wrapped your arms around his torso, your head resting against his chest. It took him a moment but wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling you closer and you could hear the rumble of his chuckles. He went with his hand over your hair. “What’s this for sweetheart?” he asked you softly and caringly. “I just love you so much.” His heart started to melt when you said that and how you wrapped yourself around him. The need to protect you from anything and everything got even bigger by the second. He would do anything for you without thinking twice about it.

“You have no idea how much I love you too baby girl” he told you, kissing your head. His hands cupped your cheek as he gave you a chaste kiss. Without warning, you both got splashed by Scott and Steven, making you both gasp at the sudden coldness.

It turned out in a water fight until you were all soaked. You hanged around Chris like a koala in the water until you got out. Chris was right, this did do you a lot of good but once you returned home, you were confronted again.

You wanted to put your computer on when Chris placed his hand above yours, making you look at him. He shook his head lovingly, making you think twice about it. You looked back at your computer and got your hand away, listening to Chris.

“Let’s take a shower together hmh?” he asked you and you nodded. The entire time on the beach you were very clingy which you weren’t a lot so Chris knew he had to be very soft and gentle with you. Chris didn’t see this side of you a lot but when you did show it, he loved every given moment of it and it felt like his heart would burst with the love he had for you. Besides, he knew that the moment you got clingy, you gave your consent for him to take completely care of you.

He helped you get upstairs and into the bathroom. You were glad that you changed the sheets of the bed this morning so you could get into a clean bed later. You and Chris got undressed and Chris gave you a hand, helping you get into the shower with him. He got your favorite bath foam and softly rubbed it onto your body. He pulled you into a hug, when he saw that the stress exhausted you and it showed now since you were relaxed. “It’s okay baby. you’re going to be completely fine. I’m here with every step and you’re doing such a good job. I couldn’t be more proud of you for following your dreams even though I know how scary it can be.” You tightened your arms more around him while he comforted you.

When you got out and Chris obviously helped you out, he dried you off with a soft towel, put your underwear on and placed you on the counter. “Which lotion you want baby?” he asked you looking around. “My favorite.” You told him tiredly and he immediately got your favorite lotion, rubbing it gently in before putting your favorite shirt of him on and helped you off the bathroom counter.

He quickly put some short sweats on himself and a shirt. You both walked downstairs and he got on the couch, pulling you onto his lap sideways and gave you the tv remote. You watched a tv series and cuddled closer to Chris. He played with your hair, calming you and relaxing you even more. You let your head rest on his chest, underneath his chin. You couldn’t fight your heavy eyelids anymore and closed them, feeling utterly and completely safe in Chris’s arms.

You were almost drifting off until you felt Chris shift underneath you. You flutter you eyes open and looked at Chris who smiled lovingly at you. “Let’s get you upstairs sweetheart.” He told you and you noticed that the tv was already off. You nodded and got out of his lap. Chris still held onto you in case you might fall since you were very drowsy. You brushed your teeth freshened up a little before falling into the clean sheets.

It was cool in the room, giving you both some release from the almost unbearable heat. Chris got in next to you and scooped you closer, placing an arm underneath your head so you could rest your head on his chest. Your legs over him and it didn’t took you long before falling asleep.

You had a very vivid nightmare about the festival. It seemed so incredibly real that you actually thought that it happened. You slowly got up, rubbing your face and looked at Chris who was in a very peaceful and deep sleep. You had dreamt that the designer didn’t want you and hated you for no reason at all, saying that you were unprofessional and childish. It felt so real that you couldn’t snap out of it and had to check if it really happened or not.

You got out of bed trying to be as quiet as possible and made your way downstairs, not even bothering with the lights. The tears slipped down your cheek as you felt a fearful weight on your heart, hoping that it was in fact a nightmare. The panic rose when you saw your computer which you quickly turned on and sat down in the chair. You opened your mail and searched through it with a heavy heart, not even able to stop crying at this point. You were so caught up that you didn’t even hear Chris walking downstairs.

He found you behind your computer and his heart sank. You rested your head on your arms as you tried to hold your sobs in. He sighted softly out of sympathy and walked towards you. He didn’t want to unsettle you so he softly rubbed your arms, making you look up. He saw that your eyes were bloodshot red and sympathy was written all over his face.

He kneeled down in front of you and you broke down completely. He shushed you. “It’s going to be alright sweetheart. It was a nightmare wasn’t it?” he asked you and you nodded, unable to contain the sobs coming from you as you shook in his arms. You were both on the ground now and Chris held you tightly when you crawled into his lap, your legs wrapped around him. “He said that I was too childish, unprofessional and hated me for no reason. It felt so real Chris. I thought it really happened. I had to check.” You told him between sobs, feeling utterly exhausted from this whole experience.

“I know honey, it’s okay. It’s not real and I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t say that. You are too good in what you do and trust me when I say that you are very professional. I’ve seen it myself. It’s your fears projecting right now. It’s not going to happen in real life.” He told you softly, trying to help you rationalize. “I know… I’m just exhausted from the waiting and containing the panic and anxiety. With every passing day, it’s getting harder. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to do this.”

Chris cupped your cheeks softly. “You’re the most strongest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re going to get through this and you’re going to rock it.” he kissed you softly and wiped away your tears. “I’ll be here with you remember? And it was all just a nightmare.” He reminded you and you took a deep shaky breath. He smiled softly at you and kissed your nose. “You want to stay downstairs and watch something or do you want to get upstairs again? I might be able to take some stress away.” he told you the last part teasingly again, making you chuckle through your tears. He smiled the moment he saw you smile again.

You were actually considering it though, at this point wanting to try anything to take the stress away. “Let’s go upstairs.” But you didn’t responded to the last sentence. He helped you up and held your hand while walking upstairs. You looked at your side of the bed and shivered from the thought of the nightmare. Chris looked at you concerned. “It’s going to be okay, I’m here.” He whispered in your ear, raising goosebumps over your body.

You sat down on the bed and rubbed your face. Chris took your hands away and kissed them before slowly and gently kissing your cheeks, your nose, forehead and lastly your lips. He saw the consideration in your eyes. “Just relax baby girl, let me make you feel good.” He told you and kissed your neck gently. You felt the heat spread down, noticing how needy and starved you actually were.

He took his shirt off of you and his own, his hands going over your body before making you lay down back on the bed. “Just relax.” He told you softly once again. His lips trailing down from your neck to your chest towards your breast. Your felt your breath hitch a little and got even wetter by his soft and gentle touch.

His mouth and tongue played with your nipple. He trailed down your stomach, his fingertips caressing your thighs, getting you even more in the mood. He left wet kisses behind, his blue eyes piercing yours with love in them. Not like he would do normally, the dominant side staying put right now and showed you all the love he could. He kissed your thighs lovingly while his big hands gently rubbed them. You felt the heat pulsating and couldn’t wait for his mouth to get attached.

He grinded on the side of the bed with his cock for some release himself. His finger went over your wet slit and carefully put a finger in your pussy, curling it inside, making you moan and more wetter. His mouth got attached to your clit and he hummed from pleasure himself. He pumped his finger in and out of you while his mouth was doing some magic itself. You felt yourself grow closer. It was almost embarrassing how fast you could cum right now but didn’t care that much.

His tongue circled your clit while his finger thrusted in you. You saw his bicep flexing because of it and the man was a whole painting on it’s own right now. You buckled your hips slightly and Chris let you right now. You squeezed around his fingers. “You’re close aren’t you baby?” his voice still loving instead of dark which you expected, but to be fair, you needed someone who was soft right now and Chris got that hint a week ago. Just waited for you to let him in your bubble and accept his gentleness.

“Yeah I am.” You murmured out. The sounds your pussy made while Chris was eating you out, made you even hornier. “You cum when you’re ready pretty girl.” Your fingers clenched into the sheets as you arched your back. One hand found his way into his hair, tucking it a bit, making him moan in the process. “I’m gonna cum.” You told him and he fastened his pace, making you shiver and shake in no time.

He got his fingers out of you while you tried to regain your breathing again. Chris looked at you and placed wet kissed over your stomach, towards your chest, neck and after your lips, kissing you passionately. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you arched your back again so your body could meet his, your leg going over his hard cock in his boxers. You pulled him down in the kiss, his body laying on top of you now. “What do you want baby?” he asked you genuinely, letting you take the lead for the first time and it made you a bit nervous. “Can you make me cum again?” Chris smiled lovingly at you and nodded, placing soft kisses on your lips. “Want me to do it like I just did?” he asked you, helping you out as he noticed your nervousness.

You nodded shyly and a bit embarrassed. He smiled and gave you a last kiss before laying on his back. “climb on baby girl.” He told you and you were quick on your feet, crawling over him. He helped you to get up, you were always nervous that you would hurt him so he had to help you in this one. He held onto your thighs and pulled you down on his face. You almost collapsed at the spot while he hummed again and looked at you to see how you were doing.

He ate you out like a starved man. Not going to lie, he probably was and you started to shake above him. His finger entering you, curling it inside, hitting the perfect spot as you cried out. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you between eating you out. You got a little off his face as you shook violently above him but he pulled you down again, not done with you yet and kept eating you throughout your orgasm.

Soft licks were giving as he lapped you up. He helped you get off and laid on his side towards you, placing a piece of hair away from your sticky forehead. He kept going over your hair with his hand, waiting for you to catch your breath. You turned your head to look at him. He smiled lovingly at you and even though you loved dominant Chris, you couldn’t help but love this side of him just as much. “How your feeling?” he asked you and you smiled a bit, getting closer to him to kiss him.

He got you into a passionate kiss and he slowly got on top of you. One hand entangled in his hair, just like he did with you and the other massaged his cock through his boxers. He gasped out a little as you freed his cock and gently jerked him off. He sighed in the kiss and you noticed he was just as needy for you as you were for him. You placed his cock by your entrance, slowly going over your slit and covered his cock with your cum before slowly pushing the tip in, both gasping at the familiar feeling of each other.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He told you, almost whiningly. “I’ve missed you too.” You moaned out as he pushed his hips more forward, going deeper in you. “Stay in me tonight. I need you close.” You told him, feeling even more needy for him and just his physical touch. “I know baby, I know, I need you too.” He kissed you below your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You put your legs around him and pushed him in deeper. Chris started moving slowly while you both moaned out. You haven’t heard Chris this vocal before. I mean, he is very vocal in bed but this just took the price. He slowly started thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot every time he got into you. You attached your lips to his neck before needlingly pulling him into a deep kiss. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, holding you just as close. “I’m not going to last long tonight sweetheart.” He warned you. “That’s okay. I just need you close.” He moaned at your response while he felt needed and important, which he obviously was.

“I’m gonna cum again.” You told him almost completely hidden underneath him. “that’s okay, cum for me princess, cum for me.” he motivated you. You started to clench around his cock and he moaned out loudly in response. “Cum with me Chris, cum inside of me.” His whole body tensed up when you asked him to cum together and he almost lost all of his strength in his body. He hid his face in the crook of his neck while your hands caressed his back, pulling him more down.

You came hard and clenched so hard on his cock that you started to milk him out entirely. Chris was moaning in your ear and you could feel his heart thundering against yours. You both tried to catch your breath and you felt his cum seeping out of you. You felt so complete right now and relaxed. You chuckled “You were right, this does help with the stress.” He chuckled as well, meeting your gaze and cupped your cheek. “I like this side of you.” you confessed softly. He smiled lovingly at you. “I like this side too.” He told you, kissing you softly, still a bit out of breath.

“You still want me to stay inside of you tonight sweetheart?” he asked you, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb, now laying more to the side. You nodded “Yeah I need you close.” He smiled and kissed the top of your nose. He laid more to the side, his ;leg over you this time, one arm underneath his head and the other resting on your side, both just staring at each other.

It was going to be a long, exhausting and stressful road but maybe you finally found your way of destressing.

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[lover-of-mine]

This is "Let's Drown Buck, Giving Eddie a Shooting Moment and Triggering a Buck Breakdown: An Updated Season 7 Speculation Based on Exactly One Picture Posted by The Props Department and The Voices In My Head"

Okay, so, my Buck will drown in season 7 spec is in its 3rd installment, you can read installment one here, this one has the drowning work as a climax for buddie in a sense, a mid-season or season finale situation, you can read installment number two here, this one is a climax for Buck to break, and now I'm gonna type out a Buck drowning as a season premiere trigger. (You can go here to see all my Buck drowning thoughts)

So, this whole thing hinges on one thing: the fact that the show consistently mirrors Buck and Eddie's personal journeys, with Buck mostly being a few steps behind Eddie. I feel like we collectively got caught up in the way the lightning reminds us of the shooting, and we failed to notice the way the lightning is actually the well. The rain aspect, the night aspect, the team as audience aspect, the volunteering into the rescue that goes wrong over lightning, the way both of them are screaming, the moments of irrational action with the way Buck is trying to dig Eddie by hand and Eddie is trying to pull Buck up to him, the breathing thing with the way Eddie was about to drown and Buck's lungs weren't working, I think even the way Eddie saved himself and the whole concept of the coma dream can work here (here's a set for visuals).

We know Eddie didn't deal with any of his trauma until after the shooting, dude was very just move forward until he couldn't anymore. And one thing is true, you can draw quite a few parallels between the way Buck was acting in season 6 with the way Eddie acts in seasons 3 and 4. Up to the way you can draw direct parallels between Buck and Natalia to Eddie and Ana (here's a set for visuals), or the way he sounds like Eddie did with the just make the best of it, the way Buck is talking in the cemetery really reminds me of what Eddie tells him in kids today when he drops Chris off before the tsunami. And, well, let's face it, Buck hasn't dealt with any strong emotion ever and this man needs to break to move on with his life.

But, sure, how does any of this adds up to Buck drowning? Most of Buck's major traumas/near-death experiences involve water or breathing, the emergency tracheotomy on the first date with Abby, the blood clots in his lung, the tsunami, the well, the warehouse fire, the lightning leading to damage in his lungs (here's a set for visuals) also, Bobby nearly drowned in the plane crash, he got caught with Chris in a tsunami and then Chris falls back into the water, Eddie nearly drowned at the well, Maddie walked into the ocean, I think even the bathtub incident with Jee, creates this pattern of water hurting Buck or people Buck loves. So water is a common trauma factor here.

Why is this important? When you look at the shooting, there are a lot of things that make it as intense as it is: it happens by chance, it's a case of wrong place/wrong time, they're not supposed to be there but they are because Eddie got called there specifically, Buck has to save Eddie alone because they are there with another house and Buck doesn't trust anyone else, and it brings up a previous trauma for Eddie. I also wanna add the fact that, like it or not, Eddie is that attached to what's happening to Charlie because it makes him think of Christopher, at least on some level. So having Buck drown covers the previous trauma thing and it's very easy to make it happen by chance. So let's work out the rest of it, shall we?

Season 6 ends with Bobby and Athena finally going on their honeymoon cruise. I know I'm not the only one sitting here chanting *cruise disaster* because of that, because let's face it when does anything ever go right for anyone on that show. But the props department posted this picture of life vests. Also, one of the writers posted a picture of a script where you can read the word boats. The speculation of something is gonna happen in that cruise writes itself. Add in the fact that people don't know bathena are on the cruise to begin with and you have a GREAT season premiere disaster in your hands. (I don't really wanna bring up Grey's Anatomy here even though a lot of this has me thinking about 3 Grey's episodes, but if you've seen the show, think the ferry boat crash/Meredith drowning arc in season 3)

That means we have a whole ass ocean to drown Buck in while responding to that. Because what's another thing that keeps trying to kill Buck? That's right, city equipment.

Okay, so back to the shooting elements, wrong place/wrong time, they're not really supposed to be there, another crew, previous trauma, no one else they trust around. Not really supposed to be there/got called there directly can be cloudy, but it could just be a "we're going because it's Bobby and Athena's ship". So that's down. Another house, well, a call in that scale would have multiple houses, them getting separated is expected, so that's down too. Previous trauma, Buck getting trapped under something, Buck almost drowning, water, beaches as a whole, all cover that. Wrong place/wrong time, I keep going back to equipment malfunctioning in some way. Maybe they're lowering Buck somewhere and it gets loose, a harness breaking, the oxygen tank stops working, that's something that can happen by chance and create a situation that triggers a past trauma for Buck.

Okay, so we have a lot of elements at play here let's get to the actual vision.

At first, when I saw the life vests, I actually thought about this all happening while they try to save Bobby. They find Bobby, they get Bobby out, Eddie is working on him because he's the one with medical training, it takes him a moment to notice Buck hasn't resurfaced, then he dives back to go get Buck, mostly because that could have some fun implications on the dynamic between the 3, especially if we go to a situation where Buck could've gotten himself out but doesn't, a situation where Buck stops trying, also because I think Buck believes dying for someone he loves is the way to go, so dying for Bobby would be fine with him, but it wouldn't be fine with Bobby or Eddie, and Eddie not dealing with saving Buck's life again could absolutely redirect those feeling towards Bobby because he can't get mad at Buck for dying, so that could create some fun tension.

BUT, if we see Charlie as a surrogate for Chris, to have the situation be triggered by a stranger that reminds Buck of someone he loves, Maddie, Bobby, not Chris because then Eddie would also be irrational in the situation, Eddie is the one that gets reckless when children are involved, could be fun.

So vision: Buck and Eddie are paired doing water rescues or something, they spot someone, that someone brings a more extreme reaction from Buck, I will say he thinks the stranger is Bobby for convenience over the fact that this whole thing is happening on a cruise Bobby is supposed to be in, but it doesn't have to. They go through with the rescue, because again, the thing they went to do is done when Eddie gets shot, something goes wrong, Buck gets pinned down (I don't love the idea of Buck just stopping swimming, I like the idea of something he could get out of if he tried hard enough but he doesn't have it in him to keep struggling, so pinned down it is, also because that brings up the truck bombing), Eddie doesn't notice Buck didn't resurface for a bit (that can also be fun considering the way Eddie is always the last to know, he was the last to see Shannon in the crash, he only found out Buck and Chris were in the tsunami once they were safe, he was the last one to look up at Buck after the lightning, so fun implications all around) just long enough for us to cut back and forth to Buck struggling and Eddie, then cutting to Buck stopping, then Eddie noticing Buck is not there and diving back in. Then we have the fun little aspects of Eddie saving Buck, dragging him out, Buck being unresponsive, desperate cpr, "you're not doing this to me again", Buck finally reacting, sitting up and coughing up water, if we're lucky him dropping back into Eddie and a nice little "I got you, I got you" if we're even luckier maybe some forehead touching or Eddie burying his face on Buck's hair (let Ryan's emotional power out for a spin yk?).

Implication of this for Buck, Eddie, and buddie could be fun. Because you can have Buck spiraling over the fact that almost died again and he was actually okay with it for a while there, kickstarting a breakdown era, because he thought dying was supposed to give him some peace because of Levi and the whole happiness convention thing, and some fun parallels with 5b Eddie. We can have Eddie spiraling over the situation because he had to save Buck again, and Buck is not dealing with it so he's not dealing with it because they don't talk about what it's like being the one doing the saving. And Eddie is already pulling back from Buck, to have this create a real gap between them is easy as hell. And since I'm a "the shooting was Eddie's oh! moment truther" and I'm a believer that Eddie is fully aware of his feelings and just thinks Buck will never feel the same, to throw that energy on Buck would interesting. Just have Buck dealing with having his oh! moment in a very inconvenient moment and with the fact that Eddie is pulling away from him while he spirals.

Do I actually believe any of this is gonna happen? No, no I don't. But I will share the thought on the off chance it does so can get the bragging rights lol.

I will tag @slowlyfoggydestiny because we were talking about this the other day and her inputs helped a lot while I was trying to work out how to make the drowning a trigger, and also because she's been here with me through the whole "let's drown Buck" conversation 🫶.

If you read this I love you 🫶🫶

[zeep-xanflorp]

a hill i'll die on: rick and morty is NOT about nihilism.

okay well it is, but not in the way most people think.

i was in the fandom in the height of the 'to be fair you need to have a very high IQ' era, but before it became ironic. i watched so many youtube video essays on how r+m was an enlightened commentary on the absence of meaning in life, and how finding any sort of purpose was a lie we tell ourselves so we don't give up.

people at this time loved to latch onto rick as an example of what they strive to be, but they failed to realise that the show is NOT praising rick. it's making fun of him, and people like him. it's pointing out his flaws.

at this point, i don't think this is news to anyone but, rick is a massive hypocrite. if he doesn't care about anything, then his actions would make no sense. he would find no value in his connection to morty, he wouldn't deal with the family treating him as they do. but despite his assertions and his best efforts, he is a sentimental old man. he is still ruled by his emotions even though he knows that they 'don't matter.'

he's an addict; someone so tortured by his past that he must numb himself. someone with incredibly low self-esteem (disguised by his artificial narcissism), someone who sees no value in his life and only persists out of spite. does that sound like the state of someone who is comfortable with the idea that nothing matters?

nihilism is a trap that so many people fall into. there is a lot of comfort you can get out of the idea that nothing matters. because yes, that means that you will be forgotten and that your life has no intrinsic value, but that also means your problems are not as big as they might seem. it gives you a certain freedom to live the way you choose and an excuse to not focus on the negatives.

rick is such a good example of where this worldview can lead. in a character like this, who should theoretically be free of any attachment, we can see that he is still miserable. and maybe the worst part is that he views any attachment as negative and irrational. he thinks it's holding him back from being the 'rickest rick' as he describes in s6's premiere. he both yearns for connection and rejects it, which leads to a vicious cycle of self destruction. ultimately, he feels that he doesn't deserve to find meaning in a universe stripped of purpose.

so what am i trying to say here? the show does not promote nihilism, but instead offers a solution: existentialism. the difference lies in the details. while nihilism rejects any sort of meaning, existentialism says that everything matters on a relative scale. that we create our own meaning in life. that if something matters to you, you should not reject that because the universe 'doesn't care' about humanity. instead, you latch onto it because the value you find in anything is real entirely because it's important to you. you have the authority to create your own purpose and there's nothing wrong with that.

it's an individual's responsibility to find purpose. and yes, that is terrifying, but it's doable. don't torture yourself for existing. hold on to what matters to you, and don't let go. regardless of how small it seems. if it works, then it works.

--if nothing matters, why would you help me? [...] --okay... you matter. to me.

[cece693]

Talk it Out (Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

This is inspired by the Tony vs. Steve debates arising when Civil War premiered. I believe both were at fault—but what if there was a voice of reason who diffused the situation?

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

Being a Stark had its fair share of perks: a hefty bank account, influential power, looks that turn heads. But what the public was unaware of was the messy family drama, courtesy of Howard Stark. Despite the world applauding him as a genius inventor, at home, he was anything but wonderful. Work seemed to be his one true love, leaving little room for the whole parenting gig. Affection and care for his kids, especially name, were as rare as a unicorn. And when the Stark siblings were paid attention, it was mostly due to the public image Howard wanted to construct as a loving father.

So, when Tony decided to start flying around New York as Iron Man, name wanted nothing to do with it. Don't get them wrong, they loved their brother, but staying out of the limelight gave name the peace they longed for since childhood. No image they had to uphold nor expectations they needed to live up to, name was content spending their remaining days working on the numerous charities and foundations Stark Industries supported. Name wasn't interested in the media at all, but they guessed being related to Tony Stark and dating fellow Avenger, Captain America aka Steve Rogers would throw that plan out the window.

Their relationship with the Captain had been a surprise to all; meant to be kept a secret from the public, with only the Avengers and Tony (obviously) knowing. However, when a picture leaked of them holding hands, the world went crazy. With everyone, even news channels, speculating the nature of their relationship, it was name who ultimately decided to clear up rumors. Yes, they were dating Captain America, and what about it? The world had bigger problems than worrying about stranger's love affairs. So, even if the public knew about their romance, name withheld that they were also engaged.

But as name said, the world had bigger problems. And indeed they had. After a failed attempt by Loki to take over the world, alongside Ultron's failed destruction of said world, their plate was full. It didn't need unnecessary drama thrown into it: like Steve and Tony bickering due to the recently written Sokovia Accords.

"You're being irrational!"

"Sue me Rogers for wanting to protect the world."

Rolling their eyes, name didn't understand how a friendship like Steve and Tony's was being destroyed over something as stupid as the Accords. If they were being honest, both men were acting like children.

"Can't you guys just talk it out?" Name spoke, sitting up from their seat to glare at their brother and fiance. "I know Tony's a drama queen—"

"Hey!"

"But I expect better from you, Steve. Now, I'm going out with Pepper for lunch. When I return, you better have resolved this or else." Kissing both men's cheeks, name left the room. Looking at each other, Tony and Steve thought the same thing.

'Name is scary when they want to be.'

[otterly-silly]

Star Trek Discovery discussion time! Skip if you didn't watch the season premiere yet!

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I loved it. It was fun, and I'm glad we're going on an adventure this season instead of immediately jumping into "New big bad is a threat to everything we know!" Also, Romulan poetry being a plot device is just delightful.

Saru and T'rina are adorable. Give me more. We've said "good bye" to Saru before, and it's the start of the season, so I kinda feel like it's odd that we're supposed to believe he's actually leaving at the start of the season. We'll see!

I still kind of hate Book for turning into an irrational selfish man baby last season. The actor is can get it though. The potential setup for him to side against The Crew AGAIN isn't helping my opinion of him.

Can't look at the new first officer without mentally screaming "HE'S A CYLON" but I'm sure that'll change. I just haven't really seen that actor in anything else. I like the character and feel like he's a good addition to the crew.

Let Tilly hook up with new Starfleet Officer-with-the-Cute-Smile. She deserves it.

Admiral DILF continues to be a delight.

[toonegards]

so ridiculously mad at jesse for choosing nottingham forest. although, i believe it wasn’t a money driven decision like media outlets initially reported, i just don’t get the logistics behind it. well i do, in theory. it’s a place he can play football without having to battle for a spot in the starting line-up, cooper is still incredibly close to the england set up so realistically he’s a manager that could get you in the world cup squad should your performances warrant it & if jesse were to singlehandedly keep nottingham from getting relegated it would look amazing on the resume!

however, forest are a team that are really going to struggle in the premier league. and i don’t think him or his team really factored that into the decision. just from todays game, cooper set up so defensively that jesse had to swing between LW and CM. plus he’s the only individual name on that starting sheet that’s going to pose a threat which means, like today, opposition players are going to swamp him and not give him the space he requires to play in his element. a team like west ham, everton or newcastle have a number of players who pose a threat that would’ve taken the heat off him.

saying all that, the hate he’s getting from west ham fans and the media is so irrational. he doesn’t owe west ham anything. they took a chance and loaned him and he repayed that loan with the season of his life to get them into europe. nothing more is required. not to mention west ham truly had chance after chance to buy him --- to the point where louie confirmed had they matched man united’s price that summer, jesse would have gone back. they’re about as responsible as man united for him being stuck on our bench because they were so convinced they would get him as a free agent that there was no true effort put into getting his signature.

and that isn’t an attack on fans, or moyes or the players because as a unit, i’m sure he felt love from you. i don’t think he ever felt that love from your owners though and was ultimately let down by them.

i hope the risk pays off for him but i just have a sinking feeling he’ll be overwhelmed. i truly think he’s committed career suicide with the decision he’s made but i’m going to continue supporting him and hope for the best.

[theredhotstone]

Elegant Emma has her fiery, red locks sophisticatedly styled! 💝

Throwback from 2016 Canne Film Festival

[lubdubsworld]

Tumblr Prompt ( Taehyung * OC)

13 + ( yup no sex here ) 

prompt : Taehyung being neglectful during your pregnancy. This is a very old prompt that someone sent in and I was just going through my drafts and found this. Hope you enjoy anon if you’re still around, lol. 

“You can’t be jealous of nameless, faceless girls, baby ! it’s irrational and stupid!” Taehyung said, glaring at me as I stared at him, skin heated from how cramped the dressing room was. It was teeming with people, stylists and stage managers alike, all of them rushing around to get work done. I felt out of place , dressed in the white cotton dress that billowed out in front to accommodate my baby bump. 

I poked him in the chest, furious at how dismissive he sounded . 

“they’re not nameless , or faceless when they send you ‘ fanmail’ about all the things they want you to do to them!! And they sure aren’t nameless when they’re standing there pushing their bodies into your face! How could you do this ? You know how i feel about those after parties!! ” I  yelled back, goaded beyond bearing. A few of the stagehands glanced at us , probably curious as to why I was yelling at their precious CGV. I wanted to stick my tongue out at them all but I stopped myself. 

“this again? You know its just how people show thier love. Most of them have their own lovers and families. They don’t even mean half the things they day.”

“But they would still jump at the chance of sleeping with you.” i pointed out.

“So what? I would never take them up on that offer.” 

Someone brushed past me, lightly bumping into my back and i stumbled a bit, and I gripped the edge of the table trying not to topple over. 

“Be careful, for fuck’s sake!” Taehyung yelled at the man who went by before pulling me closer and I felt stupid. 

i was almost 7 months pregnant now, the curve of my belly in danger of hitting every sharp surface in the cramped dressing room and by all accounts i should have stayed home.

 I should have been resting back in our apartment, waiting for him to come home, but the thought of Taehyung , in the after party,  surrounded by scantily clad , horny females who literally ogled him in every way possible,. it was both distasteful and aggravating. 

I had been making myself some food , watching his performance on  Tv when one of my friends had posted on instagram . The photo had shown Taehyung in the background surrounded by what looked like two or three lingerie models. 

and i knew that the runway show included lingerie so it didn’t bother me.  It was the way they leaned into his space, gripping his arm, arms wrapped around his waist that had made me see red. 

i wanted my husband to myself. Was that really too much to ask for? 

 i was pregnant, tired and exhausted. the morning sickness had carried on into my second trimester. The mood swings were unbearable and i hated myself for being tetchy and short tempered but helpless at controlling the way i felt. 

it only got worse, when Taehyung decided to stay out late because of fan meetings , after parties or interviews. He always insisted on meeting fans personally and while i didn’t mind on a normal day, it was almost a week since i’d seen him and I missed him. 

And it didn’t rest easy on me, the thought that as his wife, i got to spend lesser time with him than his fans. 

Was it not enough that his fans got his time?. his energy? All his sweet words? the beauty of his voice as he sang to them?

did they have to covet his body as well?!

He had been wearing that smile of his : the one I’d fallen in love with three years ago , when i’d first been introduced to him at a Movie Premiere. 

And i’d been shameless, admittedly in pursuing him. But only because I’d fallen madly in love, not just because of his good looks but also because of how amazing he was as a human being. the kindest, the sweetest and the most generous man on the planet. 

We had started dating two weeks later and had married eight months later. And now, after two years , i wondered if it was all a huge , stupid mistake on my part. Maybe i should have thought this through. 

or maybe it was all just in my head and once the pregnancy was over, i’d be my old self again. 

“Just ditch the party. Come home.” I whispered and he stiffened visibly. 

“I told you that i meet potential producers in such parties. it’s a part of my career, Y/N!” 

“Meeting producers? For what? you promised me you wouldn’t be working on any movies till our baby was born... Taehyung, why can’t you just understand where I'm coming from...” I shuffled awkwardly on my feet, feeling the exhaustion tug at the outer edges of my conscience. I was tired. 

“i can’t believe you’re doing this to me.... I’m married to you, Y/N... I'm always telling you this... Why can’t you just trust me for once? I have an interview in half an hour. You’re supposed to be resting and taking care of yourself .  Why did you come here? ” He said softly. 

“i do trust you. its not about that it’s about me wanting to not be lone all the damn time.” i muttered.

“You’re not alone. Sooyoung is there with you.” He pointed out and I flinched. 

“You sixteen year old  sister? Trust me, I’d be better off being alone.” 

“Now you want to bad-mouth a child. First my fans and now my sister... Why don’t you call my mom a bitch while you’re at it.” He frowned and I stared at him, bristling at the comment. 

“Your mother is an angel.” I snapped. “ in fact I’m half tempted to call her and tell her all about this little spat.” 

“Don’t you dare! They’re on vacation Don’t bother her with all this. Its just your hormones talking. You’ve been like this for months. ” He rolled his eyes. 

It hurt, how little he cared about the way things made me feel and I sighed, feeling a bit like a broken record, saying the same thing over and over again and like an idiot expecting the words to have a different effect. Taehyung had always been dismissive about the way I felt about his fans , why on earth did i think today would be any different?

Regret churned inside me like curdled milk, leaving an unpleasant taste on my tongue. I should have stayed at home. He was right. Why did i even come here?

“I’m.. I’m sorry if it upsets you. I just wanted to tell you how i feel and...” I broke off staring at the wall. 

“you couldn’t wait till i was home?” Taehyung sighed. “ You should just leave now. Come on...”

I blinked.

“What... Aren’t you coming too?” I asked confused. It was already past ten. 

“i have an interview . I’ll ask manager hyung to take you back. “ He moved closer , lightly pressing his palm to my stomach, fingers splaying on the curve and then rubbing circles. “They’re my fans, Y/N. They’re important to me. i’m only famous because they made me.” 

i frowned , deciding that it wasn’t worth the hassle to explain myself. it wasn’t about him being close to his fans at all. It was about him failing to keep all the promises he had made. The promise to come home early, to try and spend time with me. 

The promise to not let me struggle through this pregnancy alone. 

“I don’t care. I’m going to wait. i’m not going home alone.” I said softly. 

Taehyung sighed.

“Why are you being this way? i have a fansign too... it’s going to be a while before i...”

“i said I don’t care!” I said sharply. 

His lips twisted in displeasure as he glared at me. 

“fine. Make yourself comfortable on this wooden fucking bench. Just don’t tell me your body hurts tonight!” He shouted before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room. 

i glared after him, feeling completely mulish. We were both childish, i thought miserably and the petty fights that resulted from this, were never pretty. 

Sighing, I moved to the small bench and lowered myself to it. Opposite, a small TV was mounted on the wall, showing a broadcast of what was going on live. i watched it, noting the way the interviewer talked to each of the idols that went by. To the left, small dialogue showed a live feed of fans as they commented about their favorites. i watched it quietly, actually enjoying the witty answers and the comments.

when Taehyung came on, there was a definite hike in the comments and i smiled a little, proud of how popular he was . although most of the comments talked about his pretty features, i knew that his fans loved his nature as well.

Taehyung looked ethereal on TV and i felt a pang of affection. i hated fighting with him and couldn’t wait to make up again. the pregnancy had been difficult on both of us and we had , more often than not, taken it out on each other. 

Although we both loved babies, the process hadn’t been pretty in anyway. 

As i focused back on the interviewer, still smiling, i heard the interviewer say. 

“Was your wife your first girlfriend?” with a laugh.

Taehyung grinned at that.

“I’m actually the kind of guy who doesn’t know how to reject people. Anytime someone confessed to me, i felt bad about saying no, so i ended up saying yes.  So yes, i had girlfriends before her., “

“But... didn’t your wife ask you out, as well?” The interviewer said curiously and belatedly, Taehyung seemed to realize what he had said. 

“Ah... no. Wait...i didn't mean it that way!!” He said panicking and i rolled my eyes , laughing. 

Taehyung had a way of twisting his own words against himself. 

Still grinning good naturedly , i glanced at the comments on the side.

Wait, did Taehyung just say he doesn’t really want to be with his wife?

 What.

 [taetaelover] : He just said he only accepted her because he can’t refuse anyone. 

[TaehyungsGirl23]  : taetae oppa just lowkey revealed he doesn’t like his wife, omg.

[taetaelover] i always knew there was something off about them...i mean come on...we all knew that he deserved better.....

[TaehyungsGirl23] he’s probably just still married to her because a divorce is a big deal....

[vismytruelove] : oppa, you can still leave her, #armywillsupportyou

[JK’s muscles] : lmao, all you fake armies out here dissing that girl, you all just salty that she gets to be with him, shut your gobs....

[I stan OT7] : its the reason everyone hates this fandom honestly, why are all of you so toxic, smh....

[Taehyungis MyBias] : leave her alone, she’s pregnant and it was just a mistake....

[taetaelover]  : we’re just looking out for our oppa, don’t attack us... 

 I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. Talk about exaggeration. But as i kept watching , the comments took a turn, escalating into something vicious.

[taetaelover] : who even knows if it’s his kid.... i mean he’s always busy with his schedules and stuff.....

[kimtae’sbitch] : she better not be hurting my man, or she’s going to catch these hands. 

[taehyungismylover] : i swear to God if she’s hurting him in anyway, I’ll kill her ....and her stupid baby...

The jolt of fear that shot through me was involuntary and visceral, my heart jumping to my throat in panic. The words were vile and poisonous and i gripped the edge of the table, terrified of how badly they affected me. 

Swallowing desperately, I tried to lever myself off the bench. My head was spinning , my body seizing up in icy cold dread as i tried to calm myself down.

 it’s just comments.... on a stupid show... no one’s going to hurt you or the baby...get a grip y/n.....

But the damage was done. I felt sick and nauseous. I levered myself off the bench and grabbed the bulky brown jacket, stuffing my arm inside. The small messenger bag with my phone and wallet lay on the table and I looped it over my shoulder before looking around for Tae’s manager. He wasn’t around. 

Frustrated, I sent Taehyung a quick text. 

 I’m leaving. 

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Taehyung’s sister hated me for reasons i no longer fathomed. She was sixteen and I told myself it was typical teenage angst and hopefully she would grow out of it. But so far the odds weren’t in my favor. 

“Did he tell you to get lost?” She cackled , watching me toe off my shoes, gripping the wall to steady myself, the long ride home leaving my spine screaming in agony. I exhaled shakily, flinching when the smell of greasy take out hit my no

“Sooyoung i told you not to get outside food. It makes me nauseous.” I whispered and she scoffed.

“Why should i suffer just because you decided to get knocked up?” She demanded. She was on her phone as always, typing away furiously, grinning occasionally. I noticed she was dressed. 

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked confused. 

“Oh.? Yeah? Irene invited me to get ice cream.” 

“The actress?” I was surprised. 

Soyoung nodded.

“She’s been giving me tips to enter into the modeling industry and she has a really fast car and she bought me a leather jacket.”

I stepped into the apartment, making a beeline to the kitchen and almost retching at the sight of messy plates and half burnt pans . The microwave was on and there was spilled milk all over the stove. 

“you should really clean up after yourself.” I yelled, annoyed and she hummed. 

“Maybe later. I need to go.”

I didn’t even bother trying to stop her, knowing perfectly well that she wouldn’t listen anyway. i did shoot her brother a text saying where she was gone. i also noticed that he had read my previous message and not bothered to answer. 

Great. 

After the door closed behind her, I briefly contemplated just letting the dishes dry out in the sink but i knew that she wouldn’t clean them after getting back either and Taehyung would likely not be home at all, crashing at a hotel close to his shooting spot. And that meant that the dishes would be there when i woke up in the morning and that always ruined my day. 

So I grabbed the gloves and began scrubbing. 

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Taehyung was busy for the next couple of weeks, shooting for his drama in Japan  with Irene and we reached a vague sort of truce. He called me everyday and either Jungkook or Hoseok dropped by every couple of days to check on me. 

I went back to working on a few art commissions, visited my parents one weekend and even went to the art gallery with Namjoon one tuesday. I missed Taehyung , of course I did and Namjoon confirmed that Taehyung was having similar thoughts. 

“He thinks you guys rushed into things.” He said hesitantly, scanning my face nervously and I willed myself not to start tearing up. 

“I thought he might be feeling that way.” i chuckled, awkwardly.” I was pretty persistent. Back then.”

“He loves you. You know he does. Its just that he’s worried it isn’t enough. That the things you seem to need, he can’t give them to you right now.

“Right.”

“He wants to take a break after the filming ends in three months. Maybe you guys can take some time off together and work on ...your marriage a bit. But for now he’s caught up. He won’t be free for a while and till then, he thinks you’d be safer staying with your parents.” 

“The baby’s coming in two months.,” I said bleakly. 

“I know. He’ll try to get some time off when that happens.”

I nodded, miserable. It was inevitable. But a part of me actually felt glad. Sooyoung was becoming unbearable these days with her snide remarks about how ‘ close Taehyung and Irene were getting on sets.

 She had this thing where she kept sending me links to gossip sites that wrote about Tae and irene out getting coffee or whatever else in Japan. It was just her being petty so i didn’t mind but still, it stung. 

But my in laws would be back in a couple of days and that would mean that she would be going back to her parents home. Thank God, for small mercies.

“SO he thinks we should take a break for a while? Till he’s free again?” I asked quietly.

“Its for the best. He wanted to talk to you himself but he was afraid it would just end in you guys fighting again .”

Right, I thought bitterly. 

Because that was all we did . 

“Okay... well, tell him I’m fine. He can do his thing and I’ll...just be here waiting , I guess, “ i chuckled feeling just a little pathetic. “ I’ll ask my parents to drive over from Daegu.” I said with a smile and Namjoon looked torn.

“I’m sorry you guys are going through a hard time. He loves you a lot. You know that right. Taehyung is incapable of living without you. He’s just in a very crucial point in his career . Its hard to ruffle feathers in this industry.” 

I nodded, reaching out and squeezing Namjoon’s palm.

“I know. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry , oppa.” 

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My parents were caught up in some kind of legal dispute in our hometown and weren’t free to drive down till two weeks before my due date. I briefly considered telling Taehyung about it but I didn’t because what use would that be? He was due to arrive back in Korea today anyway and I hoped he would come home to see me. 

And then maybe he could get his sister to come stay with me again. In retrospect being alone was actually worse than staying with Sooyoung. At least the teenager was another soul in the house. 

But i didn’t have high hopes. I’d spoken to his manager and the man told me that Taehyung had a bunch of schedules lined up. And shooting in Japan would resume in three days. 

i moved to peer into the refrigerator. Eggs milk and bread, I thought miserably. i was running low on everything. 

Being fully alone meant that if I ran out of groceries, I had to go get them from the corner mart myself. And that was a pain when you were thirty six weeks pregnant and as big as house. At least Sooyoung liked running down to the shop when i gave her a little extra money to get something for herself. 

Sighing, i glanced at my phone. Taehyung had called me before boarding his flight three hours ago. He was probably here already but he hadn’t called me to say he’d landed. Which was understandable. There must be a lot of reporters and stuff and while he’d talked to me for a few minutes he hadn’t told me that he would come see me. 

I briefly wondered when I’d become this distant from my own husband, irked by his career and by everything else. 

Well, whatever. I was still holding on to his promise that he would talk a few months off after the movie shooting wrapped up. 

Till then, i would have to be independent. 

And get my own groceries. ‘

Ugh.

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It took me well over ten minutes in the mart to get everything in my cart. No one gave me a second glance because I generally stayed out of the limelight. Also, I’d definitely put on some pounds and my face wasn’t as sharp and attractive as it used to be. So no one recognized me. But i knew that the pregnancy was only a vague sort of disguise. A slightly dedicated fan would definitely guess that I was Taehyung’s voice. 

I could only hope that i would reach home without that happening. 

“.... They look good together.” Someone said to my left and i glanced to her , only to see that she was staring at the small Television mounted in the corner of the store, playing some sort of program. It took a little squinting for me to realize it was Irene and on the side was a blown up picture of her and Taehyung kissing. 

It was a scene from the movie. obviously. 

I rolled my eyes and shuffled forward but now that I knew , my ears picked up words from the TV more easily.

“So, nothing special going on between you and Taehyung?” The interviewer teased. 

“Well.....” Irene dragged the syllables out and I winced. Ouch. 

“What? What What? Tell us?” The interviewer , a shrill voice woman seemed to be vibrating with excitement and i clutched my bag tightly. 

“ I like him.” Irene said bluntly and my heart dropped. “ He’s easily the most amazing man I’ve ever met and if he ever asked me out, I would say yes. But I know that he’s still sorting things out with his wife. And they’re still legally married. So maybe after he ends things properly with her.... we could give it a chance.” 

The dull rushing in my ear turned so loud that I felt the world tilt on its axis. 

“I’m...”

“Well, good for him. That wife of his always looked a little sketchy.” Someone said next to me and I felt my heart race. I had to get out of here. Quickly. 

“Excuse me.” I left the shopping cart, rushing away to the break in the aisle, that would lead to a side door. I barely stepped into the small hallway when something rammed into my side with so much force that I lost my footing, crashing straight into the nearest aisle, arms coming around to cushion the curve of my belly just a second before i landed on the hard floor. 

Pain shot straight up my spine and for a moment, I was sure something had snapped inside me. it felt that way. Panic bubbled up inside me and I whimpered scrambling on to my side to try and myself up.

There was a small crowd rushing to help me and i panicked fully. What if they recognized me?!

“I’m okay...please.. I....I need to go..” ignoring the sharp little contractions around my abdomen, I gripped the nearest wall, dragging myself up. I kept my head ducked, pushing the door open and walking out really fast. My heart ached and my head swam.

End things properly?

Was he going to break up with me?

I felt my breath catch. 

no. no he couldn’t. i loved him. And ... And he loved me. 

right?

Right?

Panicking... I didn’t think where I was going, merely walking, my head spinning and thoughts in shambles. Where was i...? I glanced around, confused and just a little disoriented. It took me another few seconds to realize that my bag , phone and wallet were in the shopping cart in the mart. 

Oh, man. 

The cramp in my abdomen intensified for a second and i froze. 

It was a lot more crowded here, and the crowd was younger too. These young kids could probably recognize me and I briefly considered how much trouble I was in. There was nothing much to do except hopefully find some one who would lend me a phone. 

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Taehyung snarled, eyes blazing furiously and making the woman cower. Iren looked terrified, lips trembling as she watched the actor unload his anger on her, absolutely livid. 

“Tae...Relax.” Namjoon grabbed his arm and Taehyung was grateful because for the first time, he was so close to hitting a woman. 

“Are you out of your goddamn mind, Irene? Why the fuck would you say something like that on TV?” 

“I..I Thought... your sister said...”

“My sister? What the fuck are you on about?”

“Sooyoung. She told me that you were having trouble with your marriage that you weren’t happy with her...” She cried out and Taehyung stiffened in disbelief. 

“Sooyoung is sixteen years old Irene.... Why the fuck would you believe her without talking to me about it.....” He snapped. 

His phone rang and he jumped, noticing the caller ID.

“Y/N??!!! Hello...Baby is that you?!”

“Uh... We found this phone here. I think your wife left it behind with her wallet and her bag .” Some guy was saying. Taehyung felt his entire world come crashing down around him. 

Left it behind?

“Hyung....” He stumbled a little and Namjoon had to catch him.

“Fuck Tae ...what happened?” 

Taehyung couldn’t comprehend. What did he mean, she left her bag and phone and wallet behind? Why would she do that? It made no sense? Did someone take her? 

No. No he couldn’t go down that train of thought it would destroy him. 

She couldn’t have gone back home. Without her wallet and key cards she wouldn’t be able to get into their building. His parents place then? 

He called her parents first and when they told him they’d never driven down his guilt and misery intensified. Did that mean she had been alone this past month? Why hadn’t she mentioned that? Even worse why hadn’t he confirmed that her mother and father were here in Seoul. He was an idiot, wasn’t he?

Jungkook’s call came in a second later.

“Hyung, i’m at the mart where her phone is. She left just a half hour ago. I don’t think she could have gone far but there’s no way of knowing which way she went. What do i do hyung.”

“Stay there Kook ah... hyung’ll be there.”Namjoon said quickly and he turned to Taehyung. 

“go to your parents place. See if she got there somehow but I doubt it. She’s probably trying to get to a phone.” 

“Hyung if something happens to her I’ll die.” Taehyung said shakily. 

Namjoon rolled his eyes. 

“no need to be this dramatic. She’ll be fine.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was absolutely not fine.

I stayed crouched on the other side of the large green dumpster, gut clenching in nausea from the stench of urine and garbage all around me. But this was better. Safer than going out there and running into one of his ‘ fans’. There was no indication that they recognized me but i couldn’t risk it. Not in my current state. Better to stay hidden here till the crowds died down. Which may be hours but still. 

Irene’s interview had started a storm online and apparently people wanted me to ‘ answer’ . To what? I had no idea. I closed my eyes, angry and upset. i had a vague idea that Sooyoung had something to do with this. It was the only explanation. 

Either that or Taehyung was actually going to end things with me and he had told Irene about it. 

I refused to think of that. 

“Hyung, the gps on her watch says she’s somewhere near here!” A very familiar voice said from the entrance to the alleyway and I gasped, amazed. 

“Jungkook !!” I screeched, standing up really fast and he screamed louder than me, shrill and high pitched. I choked on my laughter at the look on his face.  

“Jesus fuck... noona what the fuck...” He sobbed in shock, “ You gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Is that her?!!” Taehyung’s voice carried over the noise and a second later my husband came flying around the corner of the alley, rushing to me with a desperate look on his face. 

“Baby!!!!” 

I gasped as he pulled me tight, squashing me to his chest and i whimpered, punching his chest. 

“ You’re suffocating me, Let me go , you idiot!” I groaned and he pulled back to stare at me. 

“Are you alright? What the hell happened? Why would you leave your phone and wallet behind?” He asked rushedly, palm cupping my face gently , before leaning down to kiss me gently. I sighed, letting him kiss me for  a second before pulling away. 

I rolled my eyes, swatting at his shoulder. 

“You know why. You decided to break up with me on live TV.” I shook my head. 

“I called off the shooting.” He said softly and I blinked . 

“What?”

“The director is terrible. The movie is terrible. Irene is terrible.I wanted to kill everyone there. i absolutely hated and loathed it and I missed you and-”

“Hey.. Hey.. Hey...” i whispered, cradling his face gently, and forcing him to look my in the eyes, “ baby, breathe.” 

He shuddered, exhaling a little.

“I told them they can sue me if they want. I’m not finishing the movie. Its so stupid. I want this baby. I’ve always wanted a baby. Being a father is so important to me and i don’t know why I let myself think its okay to not be there for you when you’re giving me the greatest gift in the whole world and-”

“Taehyung.” Namjoon’s voice came sternly, making him stop.

He stared at the older man in confusion and Namjoon had his nose pinched between his fingers.

“Do you really want to confess your undying love for your wife next to a dumpster? It fucking stinks here. Can’t y’all go do it in the privacy of your bedroom like the rest of us mere mortals?”

I laughed, reaching out and linking my finger with his. 

“He’s right you, know. This place stinks .” 

“Okay.” Taehyung grinned. “Let’s go home.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If Taehyung being away from home was bad, Taehyung being home was somehow much worse. 

“Tae, i can get my own food, please just.”

“Please... baby... please just stay here alright. I mean it, i can’t watch you go through something like that again.” He begged, turning around and promptly walking into the wall. 

I groaned, settling back against the pillows in frustration. i didn’t blame him for being worried. The little fall I’d taken hadn’t been completely harmless and a simple scan had shown that there was a micro tear in the amniotic sac. But because it was quite high up, the doctor was sure that with rest, it would heal . 

And Taehyung had taken indefinite time off from his schedules, releasing a press statement that he wanted to focus on being a father. 

I stared at the ceiling , keeping my mind free of thoughts as i waited for him to come back. 

“Baby?” He asked gently, lightly touching my shoulder and i noticed the tray full of warm sandwiches and freshly squeezed orange juice. I sat up slowly and patted the space next to me. Taehyung climbed into the bed, wrapping an arm around me and leaning his head down on my shoulder. 

“Sooyoung wants to come by and apologize. If you want that is. i told her that what she did was beyond harmful and that if you chose to never talk to her again then she’d just have to live with it. ” He said softly and I laughed a little.  

“She’s sixteen. I’m not holding grudges against a literal child, Tae. Much less your baby sister.” I watched as he ran his fingers tips carefully over the cure of my belly. 

“I’m thinking of ending my contract.” He said suddenly and I felt myself go stiff.

“Tae...”

“I went back and read all those comments you know. All those stuff they said about you. About our baby bear.” He pressed his palm over my tummy again. “ and it made me sick to my stomach. I... I don’t want that kind of vitriol in my life. Not directed at the two most precious people in my life.” 

“You can’t just quit. Let’s take a break and focus on the baby for a while. Then we’ll think about it.”

“You’re okay with the way people have been treating you?” He asked confusedly and i shook my head.

“Of course not. It’s what I’ve been so upset about, remember. But I think you shouldn’t make any decisions when you’re upset. We’ll think about it later.” i said gently, running my fingers through his hair. Taehyung sighed. 

“I never gave Irene the impression that i was available. Sooyoung must’ve fed her some nonsense . “ He sighed. “ I shouldn’t have dismissed what you said. My sister is a whole idiot.”

“she’s upset that you don’t spend time with her anymore. “ i said gently. “ You should make an effort to meet someone other than your fans. You’re always holding fan meets and programs and you’ve been neglecting your family Taehyung. “ 

He groaned, kissing my neck softly. 

“Its hard to put a finger on it but I’ve always felt like my fans ...they just deserve a lot of me . They give me so much love and i feel like i don’t pay them enough.”

“ Yes. But they love your acting and what you show them on screen. They don’t know you. They’ll never know you or love you the way i do or the way your family does. Not because they don’t want to but because they don’t know you the way i do. I know you’re scared of sleeping alone. I know you’re partial to certain foods and I know you like you chamomile tea with a little honey and nutmeg. I know you want to visit iceland and I know you want our daughter to be called Nabi. And I know that for all that you act so macho in your movies, you’re a sensitive sweet soul .” I smiled.

“I know all about and I love you.” I smiled. 

He sat up a bit starighter and gently kissed my cheeks.

“Forgive me?” He whispered.

“Already did. Now feed me those sandwiches.” 

Five weeks later.

“No. No absolutely not. I can’t accept this.” Taehyung said shrilly and I whimpered, clutching the curve of my back and panting. Behind me, Namjoon had both his hands gripping my waist, massaging my back as I timed my contractions on my watch. 

“Taehyung... please...” i sighed tiredly, trying to reason with my husband who had momentarily lost his mind. It had been a normal Friday afternoon, spent lounging on the couch until something popped inside me and the next thing I knew 

“It’s too early. A whole week early. You can’t have  the baby now i haven’t finished painting the crib and those winter themed decals we ordered for the nursery? They aren’t here yet. . And the baby bear outfit we ordered. its not due to arrive for another three days. So.. So you need to stop. ” He pointed at my baby bump. 

I flinched as another contraction hit.

“I don’t think that’s how it works baby.” I panted and he growled in frustration. 

“This child is already like  you.” He accused. “ In a hurry to do everything , uncaring about how anyone else feels.” 

I laughed against my own will.

“You’re being too dramatic.” I whispered .

“Taehyung for fuck’s sake help me get this stupid bag , I can’t fucking reach it.” Jimin yelled from the hall closet and I groaned as Namjoon continued to hold me, palms rubbing gently over my back and spine.

“Jungkook’s getting the car . We’ll be on the way in no time yeah? Just hold on for a few minutes.”

“Take care of him.” i said softly pointing at my husband who was grabbing the hospital bag from the top shelf of the closet , still clad in his white t shirt and grey sweats. 

“He’ll be fine. Just focus on baby Kim for now, yeah?” Namjoon pressed a fond kiss to my forehead and I smiled. 

Everything would be just fine. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was in my draft for years :D :D 

[sunmoonchanlix]

Superheroes That Look Like CHANLIX

This is something outside my usual posts. Since CHANLIX enjoys Marvel and the superhero world so much, here's some inspiration couples costumes they could pull from the Marvel and DC worlds.

It's so crazy to me that Marvel and DC have stepped up their game in LGBTQ+ representation on the comics side (the movies will follow though) especially in the past two years! This is not even counting folks like DC"s Jackson Hyde Aquaman, Tim Drake Robin, The Ray, Obsidian, etc., or Marvel's Shatterstar, Rictor, Daken, Somnus, etc. And that's not even counting the women!

Marvel's premiere gay couple: Hulkling and Wiccan

This half of Scarlet Witch's twin sons goes onto being foretold as the next Sorcerer Supreme surpassing his mother and Doctor Strange in power. He'll soon be seen possibly aged up in Doctor Strange 2: Multiverse of Madness.

Hulking is not affiliated in anyway with the Hulk family, but instead gets his green skin from alien royalty with lineage from the Kree and Skrull line (as seen in Captain Marvel). He and Wiccan founded the Young Avengers team together and had an instant connection. He is currently a literal space king.

Marvel's newer couple: Speed and Prodigy

Scarlet Witch must be a miracle worker because her other twin son, Speed, has discovered his bisexuality and has finally reciprocated his feelings with his Young Avengers teammate, the X-Men mutant and fellow bi-king, Prodigy.

Marvel's newest couple: Hercules and Marvel Boy

This pairing is not even a year old. Heck, Marvel did not finally confirm that their main version of Hercules is bisexual until this came out. Marvel Boy is another bi-king and fun fact: he was part of the popular Young Avengers roster that also included bi-king couple Speed and Prodigy, gay couple Hulkling and Wiccan, lesbian powerhouse America Chavez, and the lone, token straight character for a change, archer Kate Bishop.

Marvel's Iceman and Christian Frost

I always had a soft spot for Iceman, so I jumped for joy when this broke out that after decades of living the closet, Iceman got to come out! Iceman is one of the founding five members of the X-Men team (and one of the very first Marvel characters in general) and one of the most powerful mutants in general. Christian Frost (brother of Emma Frost) was newly re-introduced into more recent comics as someone Iceman helped as both suffered suppressing their homosexuality.

DC's Midnighter and Apollo

These two were once owned by a separate publishing house before being absorbed by DC and they were funnily enough, created to be gay counterparts to Batman and Superman.

And what a perfect CHANLIX analogue! Chan in all black as the Midnighter. Felix Sunshine as the man who literally absorbs and gets powered up by the sun, Apollo.

DC's newest couple: Jon Kent Superman and Jay Nakamura

DC made headlines (good and bad) when Superman was revealed to be bisexual. Irrational people were outraged over the clickbait headlines not realizing the Superman mantle has also transferred over to Clark and Lois' son, Jon Kent. This couple is less than 10 issues old, but they are expected to be a premiere DC couple mirroring the Lois and Clark dynamic as Jay Nakamura is revealed to be a fellow hacktivist reporter... but with his own phasing superpowers.

I mean damn, this is such a CHANLIX photo already.

[sloppyplanetary]

rickorty review s3e1

the finales and premiers in this damn show are always so good

here we go one of my favorite fuckn episodes

"he bails on us, he doesnt care, no ones special to him not even himself" morty sounds so defeated. delicious angst

"how is this fair our laywers a morty" lmao i love that line. he sounds like rick there

council!rick: "we keep him around because hes fun, look at him go" that's cute. what the fuck is a pog collection

morty: "i dont renounce rick and i never have. all ya know is that ya know nothing and he knows everything" unhealthy relationship angst go brrr

"IF YA THINK MY RICKS DEAD HES ALIVE AND IF YA THINK YR SAFE HES COMMING FOR YA!!" one of my favorite fucking lines in this show. tell them morty, go off

when rick smiles and cocks his gun, gilf

"yr a rouge rick, irrational, passionate" mhmm he sure is

morty shot rick, WHOS STUPID NOW, BITCH? writing a meta on this specifically later tonight

for a flash, morty totally thought rick came back from the dead

end of episode rant, manhandling morty, "ohhh fuck..." morty says and falls backwards. grabbing him by his ankle and pulling him back towards him. this whole thing is hot shut the fuck up.

rickorty content rating: 9/10

honorable mentions: rick deflecting and telling morty he only saved him so his mom would accept him but we know he's a fuckn liar, sappy ass old man

[emstonestuff]

Emma Stone seen departing after the Premiere of "Irrational Man" during the 68th annual Cannes Film Festival on May 15, 2015 in Cannes, France.

[kariachi]

Okay, today’s first part. I will keep to this schedule if it kills me.

Anxiety 2: The Worrying finally premieres

~~

Knowing he was being ridiculous made the whole thing worse. Logically, he was firmly aware that the odds of anything happening were supremely low. They’d gone over the numbers together, just to give him some piece of mind. But it never seemed to help when his mind latched onto loss and death. He just sat there, worrying and fretting away, while knowing perfectly well that he was being irrational.

He’d spent the entire afternoon locked onto the concept of nasty ends by violent means and the situation hadn’t improved as the sun went down. Kevin texting to let him know he’d be back late had only added to the problem. Because clearly, his mind supplied, that meant he was never going to make it back at all. The world was cold and cruel like that.

So, Gar’d found himself parked across the hall from the lab he was working in. The hypocrisy wasn’t lost on him, the idea that it was fine for him to make the walk alone at night but surely Kevin, who had a good fifty pounds on him and did this regularly, would be murdered in the same circumstances. Still, the sounds of he and his project partners working came as some relief to his worries. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but he could recognize Kevin’s voice, get blurry glimpses of him through the textured glass in the door, and it was enough to at least reassure him he was alive at that moment.

And he remained alive (of course he did, he was being stupid-) long enough to finish whatever it was they were doing and slip out into the hall with the others. It didn’t take a heartbeat for him to notice Gar standing there against the wall, arms crossed, picking at his sleeve as he nodded greetings to everyone as they went. Kevin gave him a soft smile and quickly crossed the hall, positioning himself to block out the others as they passed.

“Anxious day,” he asked quietly, brushing his fingers through his hair comfortingly. Gar leaned into the touch.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, just let me make sure the door is locked.” With a nod Gar let him turn back to the door, grabbing his hand as soon as it was secure. He just, needed the contact, and the freedom of movement, just in case. “So, something happen, or your brain just being mean?”

“The girls behind me in my last class are on a true crime kick,” he explained as they set off for the dorm, muscles still tight, but less so than they’d been, “and spent all of class chattering about serial killers.” Kevin snorted derisively.

“Hope they fail the course.”

“If there’s any justice in the world.” Running his thump soothingly over Gar’s knuckles, Kevin gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“You know how low the odds of me getting murdered are.” The tone was gentle, but Gar’s hackles were long up.

“Yeah. But it’s not helping today.” Nodding, Kevin leaned over to press a quick kiss to his hair.

“Okay. Are you okay for us to grab something to eat on the way back, or do you wanna head straight home?” Gar’s grip tightened at the idea of spending longer than necessary outside of the known safety of their room. He didn’t want Kevin going hungry, but…

“There’s food in the lounge.”

“Babe, those cup noodles are a lot of things but they’re not food. I don’t know who bought them, but if they do it again, I’m hunting them down.” He managed a smile at that.

“If you’d rather live off the trail mix in our room, I won’t stop you.” Kevin laughed.

“Actual food and you’ll relax faster? Sign me the fuck up.” He squeezed his hand again, giving him a soft smile that always made his stomach flip. “Whatever it takes to make you comfortable, babe, I’m for it.” He didn’t deserve this man. With a sigh, Gar nodded and stepped a little bit closer.

“Thanks, hun.”

[disgruntledspacedad]

in defense of Din’s subdued reaction to losing the kid...

gif by @quantam-widow

I know we were all thinking it. We got a 2 second reaction shot to the destruction of the Razor Crest (may she forever rest in peace), but then, Grogu gets taken, and... nothing?

What the fuck, Din? we all protest. That’s your baby on that ship! Don’t you care? Scream, curse, kick a rock, cry, make a fist, something!!

I will acknowledge that so far, the show has been excellent with giving us emotional payoff, am I right? I mean, just today we got Din laughing, twice. Twice in a row. I honestly never thought we’d see that. There have been so many excellent, precious soft!Din moments this season, and they all feel deliciously earned.

So, from a meta POV, I guess I’m saying that I have faith in the writers to get it right, and in Pedro to deliver. Duh.

In universe, though, I think it’s fair to point out the obvious - that Din is a pretty reserved guy. He’s much more of a thinker than a feeler. He’s used to keeping things bottled up, and I would even argue that his life often depends on his ability to dissociate from his emotions. Din’s entire journey so far has been about how one little baby yodito shakes his worldview to its very foundations. He’s getting there, but it’s a slow process. 

And also, consider this - we haven’t seen Din alone yet, not since Grogu was taken. For a guy who lives a guarded life literally encased in fucking armor, any display of emotion is going to be carefully protected until he’s in private.

But anyway, Din is detached, rational, a little emotionally constipated, and definitely comfortable in a stressful situation. A true ISTP if you ask me (yeah, I know you didn’t, but whatever). Often, it seems that these cool headed, logical types who have never ruffled a feather over anything in their lives are the least adept at handling genuine fear. In other words, when panic does strike, it strikes them hard. 

And guys, Din was definitely panicking during this episode. 

He’s clearly unsettled from the jump - that outburst of “dank farrik!” in the cockpit sells it, and his distress only becomes more obvious from there. Talking out loud, trying to convince himself that the best thing for Grogu is for him to be trained as a Jedi. Reminding himself of the creed. His overt caution as they approach the seeing stone. His impatience, “Are you seeing anything??”

Then there’s the effects of long term stress. Sure, a bounty hunter in the outer rim doesn’t exactly live an easy life, but Din is definitely used to the drama being on his terms. Compare Din’s body language in the opening scene of season one to when Boba confronts him in chapter fourteen. You can just feel the anxiety, the weariness, the frustration. Din has been on the run for months now, constantly looking over his shoulder, sleeping with one eye open. Notice how he even startles at Fennec’s voice? Season one Din would never have given that much away, regardless of the situation. Long term stress has clearly taken a toll on him.

So we have unsettled, stressed out Din in an emotionally charged situation. He’s exhausted, he’s scared, he’s desperate. This scenario is a recipe for even the most level-headed of adrenaline junkies to loose their cool, and that’s exactly what happens to Din. He panics, and he makes some pretty big fuckups because of it. Leaving Grogu unprotected, twice. Trying three different times to break through that “force field,” even when he knew he couldn’t. Dropping that jetpack and then just forgetting about it (I know we were all screaming about that one, or at least, I was).

So, fear is a positive feedback loop. Those neurotransmitters that do us good in a bad situation - raising heart rate, narrowing focus, shunting blood to the muscles - can also be detrimental if we get too high of a dose - tachypnea and tachycardia, inability to think critically and see the big picture, lack of blood and oxygen to the brain. Epinephrine, in particular, even inhibits the laying down of new memory pathways. In other words, stress leads to poor performance, and poor performance leads to more stress, which leads to... you get the idea.

Then, in the middle of all this chaos, they fucking blast the Razor Crest.

More epinephrine, more cortisol, more stress. 

By the end of it all, Din is a fucking shitstorm of stress hormones and pent up emotions. Notice how he seems to be on autopilot in the immediate aftermath, robotically scanning the ashes of the Crest for anything that might be left intact. Notice how empty his voice is when he says, “the child is gone.” This is a dead man walking. Din has nothing left. His whole life has just gone up in smoke, and he can do nothing about it. 

Guys, Din is holding onto his sanity by a fucking thread in this scene. “The child is gone,” he says, like he’s reminding himself, grounding himself in his shitty reality. He’s stunned. 

And helpless. There’s literally nothing he can do for Grogu. He has no ship, no credits, no resources, nothing to bargain with, nothing to offer. Din literally cannot allow himself the luxury of feelings right now. He’s just got to focus on surviving this very shitty day.

Then, Boba Fett upholds his end of the deal, and suddenly, Din has something to hold onto. An ally, a badass friend, some hope. I don’t think Boba shows Din that chain code in order to verify his claim on the armor - he’s already wearing it, for godssake. I think Boba shows him the code in order to catch Din’s attention - hey friend, I know you’re hurting, but I’m a man of my word. When I make a vow, I keep it. Let’s regroup and go find your kid.

And Din would totally latch onto that. A fighting chance? Din fucking leaps at it. There’s a job to do. A kid to save. All of those stress hormones are going to keep on stewing, because Din has never really come down from his adrenaline high. 

It’s like this in real life, too. There isn’t time to be afraid. There isn’t time to be sad, or second-guess, or say, oh how terrible, or wonder what if it doesn’t work? There’s just you and the job, and if you are the only thing standing between life and death, you will put everything else aside and do what you have to do, for as long as you have to do it.

And that’s where Din is at this moment. He’s running on the fumes of his adrenaline, all tempered focus, all strategy and no bullshit.

Emotional shock, my therapist buddy calls it. Apparently, it’s normal. Expected, even.

But guys, the fallout of this kind of crazy ass adrenaline high is insanely intense. I’m talking collapse to the floor, legs won't hold you, trembling, crying so hard you sling snot, shuddering breaths, stare dead-eyed and spent at the ceiling because you’re just too wiped out to even sleep kind of intense. 

And then, after the breakdown comes the angst. The detailed thinking. The oh god, what if this had happened, or, should I have done that instead? It seems like every emotion that gets put on the back burner in the moment comes back to bite you with twofold intensity when all is said and done. 

In other words, Din is definitely going to feels some things .A lot of very intense things. A reckoning is coming, my dudes. Trust me. It’s just not quite here yet.

That being said, here’s what I can expect from Din going forward:

Just like he’s is slow to acknowledge his growing parental feelings for Grogu, I think Din’s going to be slow at processing his grief at Grogu’s loss. In the next episode, he’s got plenty to distract him - getting together his hit team to take back the kid and coordinating an attack on the empire. 

However, I do think we’ll get a slow moment with Din, probably sometime at the beginning of next week’s episode if the pattern holds. I doubt it’s the full-blown breakdown that we’re all needing, but I’m willing to bet money that we’ll see Din grappling with the fact that his kid is gone. I also think that badass beskar murder machine Din from chapter three will resurface. Stress and desperation make us do irrational things, and anger is one of the stages of grief that Din will inevitably have to work through (I think he’s flickering between denial and bargaining for now).

But then, after Din gets Grogu back? I think that’s we’ll have our big, dearly earned emotional payoff. 

For one thing, Din won’t be able to deny his feelings anymore. He wants to keep this kid, it’s so very obvious. Losing him just forces it all to the forefront. 

And then the relief/joy/regret/guilt that Din is going to feel once he’s got Grogu back? Not to mention the physical exhaustion? All of the fear/terror/angst/grief that he ignored in favor of just going pedal to the metal, guns blazing, get the kid or die trying? That shit’s going to crash into him with all the subtly of a fucking tsunami. I guarantee you, we’re going to get some sort of confession, or adoption vow, or face revel, or other sort of profound softness from Dad!Din in the falling action of this season (At least, I hope we get it at the end this season but I wouldn’t put it past them to kick it into the premier of season three, just for pacing reasons, but then again, I obviously have trust issues).

Personally, I would love to see Din grappling with the long-term fallout of losing Grogu - night terrors, guilt, paranoia, etc. That’s probably the stuff of fanfiction - mandalorians don't have nightmares on screen, surely - but still, some lingering effects Grogu’s kidnapping would be realistic, and I would absolutely live for it.