#and ofc i got a fucking death threat

[youreverydayfangirl]

but daddy i love him

pairing: charles leclerc x australian! reader

summary: where people have things to say about your relationship, or in which it all gets to much for y/n

warning: age gap relationship, slutshaming, angst, death threats

a/n: i have a pt 3 planned don't worry guys

pt 1 is here!!! pt 3 is here!!!

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arthurleclerc ofc i will

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arthurleclerc also im legit standing next to you whyd you have to text me

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arthurleclerc leave her alone man shes legit done nothing

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arthurleclerc how bout you fuck off

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yourusername you like me to much too

arthurleclerc true

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user2 going for the more age appropriate one now

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charles

my love

whats going on

you

charlie

im sorry

you

i just can't do this anymore

its all too much

charles

what

what are you talking about

you

i can't do us anymore

i love you so much

but everythings to much

their all to much

charles

fuck them

they don't know our relationship

they don't know how much i'm in love with you

please we can figure something out

you

i can't charlie

i'm sorry

i just need space

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a/n: part two guys!!! lmk if you want a pt3 becuase i have one planned.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Omg the dog shapeshifter ask is amazing but like- cat. i can already imagine Tim being all over you and being one of those guys where half his personality is just that he has a cat. Dick would 120% invest in those hoodies with the pouch to carry their cats, and Jason just carries you everywhere (wiggles be danmed).

The only person who has any qualms about it is Alfred because everything is covered in cat hair lmao.

meow. more pawtastic cat villain! reader w/ batfam

@sophiethewitch1 👅

You tended to take the lead when it came to your relationships with the Robins

They were just too busy with duty and heroism that they rarely ever took the time to be or get into relationships. So you would help them, cover them in that area per se.

Though there were times, like an actual cat, that you suddenly hate their asses or be indifferent. You didn’t notice it yourself really. Sometimes you were just stressed from real life problems and whatnot

or dealing with Bruce’s constant sermons about how you were a bad influence on Jason. Blaming you for all these strung up bodies across the streets of Gotham that had been tied up with yarn and catnip.

sometimes you just wanted to reel back the persona you’ve built up as a villain and just chill out

but you see, if there’s anyone who would notice the slightest change in your demeanor it would be the batboys

Tim and Jason would be the first. They spend the most time with you.

Instead of giving them a kiss or a quick fuck after a job well done, you’d just say goodbye and leave.

Not even in your signature cat joke filled way of saying goodbye

Hell you would even just teleport out of there without a word

Tim would have most likely observed you more, but Jason? Jason would be on your ass in seconds

“Hey, kitty? We need to talk.“

Did I mention that the boys love to use various cat related nicknames for you? The cringier the better.

(Damian just calls you pussy at times)

In anycase, Jason knocks on your door. But you do not respond. Like, for a long fucken time.

Ofc, he smashed the door open.

And what does he see?

Well first it was nothing. I mean his eyes weren’t directly on the floor immediately . But then he move his gaze down,

You, in your cat form.

He just about screams. Shrieks. Like I could maintain his sense of dignity for you dear reader but nah. It started as a shout of surprise before it turned into a high pitched cry, and lastly cooing.

He’s confused at first and is worried about your sudden disappearance til you cleared things up.

Something about a curse that turns you into an actual cat at random moments.

You said it interrupted a lot of your civilian business (school, work, etc.) and so your mental health and well being took a decline.

And boy did Jason go mom mode.

He’s more on the practical side. He makes sure you’re comfortable and guarded especially when in dangerous situations.

Will never let you go on a heist with this curse on going. What if you get shot by a guard? What if you get kidnapped by those horrid animal pounds? Not to mention those perverts that would… no he shook his head.

Definitely keeps you within arms reach at all if not most times.

Tim finds out soon after. You tried to ask him to respect your privacy, but he couldn’t help himself. He was scared to death that he did something wrong or exposed something he did that breached your trust.

He immediately buys a ton of cat related products for you.

Not only that he does an extensive amount of research on cat health and diets.

His rooms gets covered by different studies on cat cellular makeup before he realizes that

Oh crap, he kinda enjoyed this.

And he hasn’t looked up how to actually cure this curse of yours.

Damian soon follows. He’s got it the worst out of all members.

Prides himself with his wide experience and knowledge with animals.

He uses visits to the vet as a threat when you misbehave.

But you’re a villain, you don’t get scared easily right? What’s the worse that could happen at the vet’s?

… yeah he almost got you neutered/spayed.

Safe to say that you were much more obedient after that.

Bruce isn’t that available or good with pets, so he mostly just funds whatever the boys do hoping that it’d lead to them not destroying stuff or killing people for you any more than before the curse.

Dick is the last to find out, and that was because Tim dropped a whole thesis about why the latter should definitely have more [Y/N]-cat-duty hours!

I mean just look at those charts! Your happiness is definitely at its highest when you’re with him

(ignoring the fact that he showers you with catnip)

Dick is definitely the

Cuteness aggression that borders on abuse type of cat owner

Very touchy with you.

And yes he invests a lot of money to get have pouches on his suits for you to be in. If not you’d be like that one cat from Spiderman Miles Morales just hanging out from a backpack of sorts, designed so you’ll never fall out.

Collars.

These men have collectively spent around hundreds of thousands of dollars on cat related shit

And you’re still wondering how tf this curse came to be

[braxlrose]

head canons where the reader is like trad goth or something like that?? 😁

OFC!! I absolutely adore trad goth women 😍 (totally not my type at all, wink wink nudge nudge. they definitely shouldn't say hi to me in the dms at all. No way jose) but anyways, I didn't know which guy you wanted so I did all of them!

SOFT/SFW HCS FOR TOKIO HOTEL W/ A TRAD GOTH GF

bill

-literally LOVES doing your hair, whether it's slicked back, teased up, gelled up, shaved on the sides, different colors, different textures, HE LOVES IT.

-if you dye your hair hair other colors than just black, he would beg you to let him dye it. he gets all the shit for it too. And even picks up snacks for you while doing it. But it's kind of chaotic bc the mf is impatient af 💀

-if your hair isn't naturally black he will also help you touch up your roots

-THIS MF LITERALLY BEGGED YOU TO TEACH HIM HOW TO DO YOUR MAKEUP

-he watched so many videos on YouTube to figure out how to do your hair and makeup

-SHOPPING SPREES ALL THE TIME

-you guys get so much stuff and you always do runaway/model shoes for eachother

-he loves listening to new music, so when you introduced him to bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Bauhaus he was super excited

-LOVES tagging along to your nail appointments to watch your nails get done

tom

-so bc he has a lot of fangirls, you got harassed a lot too. and these fangirls were commenting on your appearance all time. sending letters to you and tom, death threats, screaming stuff at concerts, harassing and stalking you and tom. It got to a point where tom had to hit one of the girls who tried to come at you with a switch blade. pookie is so protective 😘

-the way you do your makeup is literally magic to him. like he's seen bill do his makeup, but yours is so much more intricate.

-he literally loves it when you leave kisses on him from your black lipstick

-he gets internally pissed off whenever an interviewer talks about your appearance, it's crazy obvious

-hes a little fucker and acts like he's dying whenever you're touching up your roots because of how strong the hair dye is

-he goes to places like sephora w/ you to buy new makeup when you run out of something you need and he's so surprised by everything in there. he had no idea how much makeup one store has

-he thinks you look super fucking hot in your outfits too.

-he got you black lingerie and quote on quote said he thought you would like it because it was "goth", but he definitely just wanted to see you model for him

georg

-as we know, georg has AMAZING hair. so he let's you try differently hairstyles on him all the time

-whenever he walks by a store and sees an outfit you may like, he goes in and buys it immediately as a gift for you

-if you're overly obsessive about music or gothic celebrities, he'll let you lay in his lap and let you talk for hours

-if you have a lot of tattoos on your body, he loves tracing them

-he gets annoyed as shit whenever anybody talks about you and will glare down anybody who stares at you funny

-dont come for me for the stereotypes but if you like movies like Frankenstein, he will 100% watch it with you. he loves you more than anything in the entire world so whatever you like doing he will do it with you

-he loves it when you scratch his head if you have acrylic nails, it feels so nice and he will fall asleep so quickly in your lap

gustav

-like I've said before, I fully believe gustav LOVES LOVES LOOOOVES alternative women. I think I mentioned that in the rockstar post. so bc of this, he thinks you're insanely hot.

-he sits on the bathroom counter and let's you practice your eye makeup on him

-bros eyes actually widened when he saw what you looked like without makeup. NOT IN A BAD WAY OR ANYTHING THOUGH. he thought you were totally hot with makeup and w/o it you were even hotter.

-if you have your eyebrows shaved off, he literally won't stop touching the place where your eyebrows used to be. apparently it's "super soft" 💀

-if you were platforms that make you taller then him...OH MY GODDD he'll probably cum in his pants.

-I'm 99% sure sub gustav has a mommy kink or atleast a fem dom kink sooo

-he gets so mad whenever anybody sexualizes you. yk that video of Rent A Poarch or wtv it's called where th is singing Schrei and then Gustav goes and punches that guy. well if it gets to a point where someone has made you uncomfortable as fuck, that's what he'll do

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[thatchickwiththecamera]

BAD OMENS M.C. | TEASER

Pairing: Nick Folio x Charlie Parker (OFC)

Warnings: Violence, Death, Smut, 18+ Only

Summary: When Charlie Parker accidentally witnesses a high-stakes deal gone wrong between the notorious Bad Omens M.C. and a rival organization, her life takes a dramatic turn. Now a target, she is forced to seek out protection only the club can provide and is introduced to the gritty, high-octane world of the SoCal criminal underground. As she tries to make sense of her dangerous new reality, Charlie finds herself clashing with the club's president, whose dark allure is as dangerous as it is compelling. With threats closing in, she must navigate the chaos of the club, all while questioning if her growing feelings will be her salvation or her undoing.

Tag List: @thefallennightmare @philomenie @jilliemiw86 @moonsleep @foliosgirl

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"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to a rickety chair opposite him. Charlie hesitated for a moment, but obeyed. 

"We've talked," Folio began, his voice rough but steady. "And we've come to a decision."

She felt anxiety build in her chest. Decision? What decision could they have made about her fate so quickly?

"We can't just let you walk away," he continued. "But we're also not in the business of harming innocents."

She nodded, careful to keep her face neutral as a small wave of relief washed over her.

"So, here's the deal," he said, his gaze piercing. “You’re going to work for us. Officially."

Charlie's brows furrowed. Work for them? The idea felt like a cruel joke. 

“Work? For You?” She questioned as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back against the chair. Her voice was laced with amusement, defiance flickering in her eyes. 

Folio eyes momentarily roamed to her breasts, more pronounced from how she sat, before flickering back to her face. She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing at her lips. He’d been caught. 

His jaw twitched as he grew more annoyed by the boldness of the woman in front of him. 

"We own the auto shop," Folio stated bluntly, his tone brooking no argument. "You'll have a job there. We need an office manager.”

“Thanks…but I already have a job.” She scoffed.

“Not anymore,” He replied with a devilish grin. “I already called Marty and told him you quit” 

She stood from her chair and crossed the short distance toward the man. 

“You can’t fucking do that!” she said anger seeping from her as she got in his face. 

Matt stepped forward ready to grab her, but Folio shot him a look telling him to stand down. His face was smug as he stared down at the women in amusement. 

Flames of anger flickered in her brown eyes as she stood defiantly in front of him. Folio found her intriguing as hell. He was so used to how the sweetbutts and hang-arounds acted. How they would fall into his or one of the boy’s laps and do anything they said in hopes of earning a night in their beds and the chance to brag about bedding an Omen. 

But not her. There were grown men who wouldn’t dare try and stand toe to toe with him like she currently was. This woman either had balls of steel or was completely out of her mind. Or both. 

“You'll be paid properly…don’t worry…we’ll take good care of you.” His words were menacingly soothing, but the hint of an underlying threat hung in the air like a storm about to break. 

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” She shot back, fists clenched at her sides. 

"It means you keep your little mouth shut about what you saw tonight,” he said with a sneer, face growing closer to hers, his patience waning. “And we make sure you stay alive."

They stood like this for a moment, neither wanting to yield. The smell of worn leather and cigarette smoke clashing with the scent of her lavender perfume. 

"Fine," she finally managed to spit out, her voice tinged with resentment.

"Good," he replied, before turning and swiping a pack of Marlboro Reds off the rail of the pool table.  

She noticed the glint of a nose ring in the light as he lit up the cigarette between his lips. Tipping his head back and exhaling a cloud of smoke. 

Something stirred inside her, making her mentally kick herself. 

Dammit, why’d this asshole have to be fucking attractive?

"We'll get you settled in at the shop tomorrow. Tonight, you stay here. Go get some rest.”

MEET BAD OMENS M.C.

Nick Folio - President

Noah Sebastian - Vice President

Nicholas Ruffilo - Sergeant-At-Arms

Jolly Karlsson - Secretary/Treasurer & Intl. Liaison

Matt Dierkes - Intelligence Officer

Jesse Cash - Vice President of ERRA MC

ALL IMAGES CREATED BY ME. GIVE PROPER CREDIT IF YOU REPOST ANYWHERE.

[hausofanya]

@USER0326581 JUST POSTED A NEW VIDEO …

CONTENT : candy salad relationship trauma dump with everyone’s favorite rich auntie in training! inspired by @bluwavez ofc! i honestly just wanted to jump in on the trend before it fizzles out… lmao. warnings include violence, scamming, manipulation, breaking and entering, and seok dowon being the most despicable person on the planet. lmk if there’s anything i missed. enjoy!

the video opens up to a little bit of a shaky start—the woman on screen fixing her camera to be help up right. cléo hesitates for a moment before offering the camera a smile, bringing a clear bowl in view before shaking it with faux enthusiasm.

“doing this trend because i saw it going around,” she starts as she places the bowl down, crossing her arms behind it. “my manager won’t let me outside so i’m doing this in place of therapy. crazy right? it’s been so long but i’ve still got nightmares about it. but anyway.”

holding up a bag of sour patch kids watermelon, she begins to share. “in 2020, i was introduced to seok dowon by a mutual friend at a party. we talked nearly the whole night if i remember correctly, and admittedly i was hooked from the first moment. he was charming. pretty face, pretty smile, but gave me his undivided attention. it was.. intoxicating.”

cléo rolls her eyes before continuing. “he asked me out a few weeks later and i said yes. snuck out from my dorm, met up with him at a shitty restaurant, and despite being a rising b-list actor, made me pay for my meal.” she snorts, adding, “not that i minded. but when soompi is telling the masses you made millions off your recent film, the least you could do was pay for a meal.”

“long story short, the reason why he didn’t pay is because he owed the owner’s son money. they found out he was there and nearly got his ass beat. not exactly the best first date, hm?” cléo dumps the candy in the bowl, shaking her head. “first red flag!”

“as i’m thinking hard on it, i think he definitely love-bombed me. he would spoil me for days and then ghost me for weeks on end. only being sweet on me if he needed something and then leaving me high and dry when he got what he wanted.” pursing her lips, she sighs before shaking her head. “there was this one incident on my birthday where we’d argue a week before and i was hoping to be cordial for at least those specific 24 hours. but he embarrassed me by standing up and loudly telling everyone that i was pressuring him for sex despite him ‘wanting to wait until we got married’.”

an incredulous laugh leaves her as she remembers the moment, continuing to giggle as she holds up a bag of air head xtremes. “it’s not funny, it really isn’t. it was terrible. and he did at my birthday dinner!”

“as we continued dating, we kept it on the low because netizens are crazy. you get crucified for breathing wrong in this industry. but somehow, every kpop news outlet in the world found out we were dating through a stalker fan who was madly in love with him. that’s how everything was put on blast back in 2021. and to add to the fucking injury, he paid for the photos to be released!” cléo sends a loaded look to the camera as she pulls another bag of candy in view. “blue raspberry sour straws. my favorites!”

“naturally, the company shut down momentarily. cried my skin dry everyday. matching jewelry, sharing clothes, that and the sort. i’m unbearably sappy and a romantic at heart all to my detriment, i know.” holding up a bag of sour haribo gummy bears, she adds, “then a someone got a hold of my personal phone number and sent me death threats claiming to be his ex. if crazy people attract crazy people, what the hell does that say about me? i’m just trying to sing on stage, what the hell… she eventually threatened to leak my number and my family’s numbers if i didn’t publicly break up with him. to which honestly, get a life. if leaking numbers is your greatest achievement in life, you desperately need to invest that energy into a 9-5.”

she wordlessly dumps the bears into the bowl.

“as the hate campaign was growing and ‘the nation’s boyfriend’’s fans all wanted my head on a pike, his chats also get leaked! which would have been fine, chats get leaked all the time. except they weren’t, and it turns out he was scamming women on the down low while calling them cunts and whores and other despicable thing in the book. the ones about me went viral naturally, so i would like to formally introduce myself as ‘the world’s biggest easy-money slut’! amongst other spectacular and riveting reviews.”

shaking a bag of airhead bites into the bowl, she hums softly. “i think in total he scammed me for around a few thousand dollars. not a lot compared to other women, but you know.”

“mind you, as all this information is leaking left and right, he makes no move to contact me. pr is in flames, twitter is permanently deleted off my phone, and i’m about a month or so into my hiatus. deleted his contact, of course. moniqa and xavier made sure of it. and then a random number starts calling me everyday. texts start coming in asking for money. i knew it was him, deleted the contact. but it got so bad i considered changing my number.”

“then he breaks into my apartment!” cléo reveals the next candy with jazz hands, tearing open the bag of sour gummy worms with a thin smile. “i don’t know what i would have done if min and jinnie weren’t there. i don’t know what he would have done if no one was there. long story short, he tried to attack me and got thrown out of the apartment.” tossing the empty bag to the side, she adds with an air of faux amusement, “so now i can’t even relax until i’ve checked the door’s been deadbolted. how fun.”

pausing on a bag of regular sour patch kids, she lights up suddenly. “oh! i forgot to mention my private instagram was leaked. i’ve had that account since high school, i think. so my entire life was on there. nothing scandalous was found, but it was pretty embarrassing. that’s where they found the most evidence of our relationship. sue me for wanting to take pictures of what i thought was a loving relationship.”

“he releases an apology at the end of 2021 when other actors and women started speaking out against him. remember that one? blah blah blah i truly did love you, whatever whatever. and then when netizens rightfully put the flames under his ass, he tried to sue me for defamation. as if i’m the one who put everything on blast! the audacity of this fucking guy. sky high, i tell you.”

her expression softens for a moment, smiling down at the bowl. “at least i had my friends through it all. i thought them disliking him was overprotectiveness. turns out i need to have my prescription checked heavily.”

cléo snorts as she holds up her candy bowl filled with sour goods. “there’s a lot of stuff i’m omitting still. i know, i know. feel free to send hate to that guy for all i care. i hope he rots in deepest fiery bit of hell.”

setting the bowl down, she gives a cute wave to the camera. “i’m gonna go eat this and watch demon slayer now. bye!”

[photographerstanheight]

FIRST DEAD BODY I'VE EVER SEEN...

THEY LOOK DIFFERENT IN REAL LIFE. THEY DON'T MOVE.

Hi. I'm Adam. Adam Stanheight. 26 years old. He/Him, what else do I say... I got no goddamn clue what I am. Bi? Gay? Pan? Don't give a shit. Women are cool. Men are fucking great. Like all those kinds of people. I'm that one guy, you probably know me, from that fucking bathroom shithole or whatever. It fucking sucked. ...And now I'm here. Posting on some random website I thought was interesting, plus it's full of freaks to make fun of. What will I post exactly? No fucking idea. Cats, photos I've taken, maybe some death threats to Jigsaw... By the way Jigsaw go kill yourself. Old Prick. Anyway. Do whatever. I really don't give a shit, you wanna talk? Talk. You wanna send memes? Send memes. Make sure they're fucking funny. You wanna whine to me about how sad your sorry life is? Go right ahead. I'm not a therapist so I'll probably laugh in your face.

Everyone shut the fuck up we have a fucking art fridge now this is a new addition yes I’m serious

Art 1. (Mr Millipede ily /p)

Art 2. (Aka me kissing billy its canon)

Art 3. (Smiling friends… smiling friends save me…)

Art 4. (Me and the HOMIE!!! A COUPLE OF BFFSSS!!! Unless… WHO SAID THAT!!!!)

By the way look at my cool ass cat. Her name is Mabel.

OOC UNDER THE CUT

Frowns... Hi chat... It's me... Dew... Sighs....... I have been uncovered from the depths of hell.... sad face emoji... but hi :,]

I'm sure all my mutuals will come swarming so i'm not gonna go thru the whole junk ab pronouns or whatnot ugh... he/him just in case. also don't be weird. I am an adult and yeaes ... so yeah if i see age below 18 i will nawt be doing weird 18+ stuff BITES OWN ARM OFF

But heeeeeyyyy, I'm a chainshipping, rustynailshipping and yapping FREAK so i made this to hopefully hang out w chatters... but also i wanna bother the fuck outta apprentices and other people sorry not sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Erm.. what else... my writing of Adam will be that he's trans!!!!! Omg ur transgener... That is so cool... He has top surgery but not bottom surgery,, guh... girl queen pussy boss....

AAAAnd I think I'm gonna let a bit of my chaos out so expect poootentially sooome sexual schtuffs?? Yours truly has some sillies in mind as a hypersexual loser like myself... I won't make it his whole personality tho idk :P

How did Adam get out of the trap? I don't fucking know and I am too goddamn lazy to think of it rn. I'll post tho when I actually can think , puts splinters in my eyes

Tags... lame. Whatever yapyap i'm a loser and i like 2 b fan see

|📸| ~ 𝑴𝑶𝑫 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑺. - ya boy is yapping

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺. - ask replies ofc

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. - hes talking to people waoah,...

|📸| ~ 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺. - he's talking!!!!! just for fun

|📸| ~ 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑺. - beginning to roleplays perhaps idk i just like to have them

anyway erm... face reveal!!!!

[muuurder]

I’m coming here after your gf’s propaganda, hi >:D

Could I ask about Modern AU (Gaalee)? *O*

(also while looking for your AO3 account in your carrd, I found out that the link is not working!! Just so you know è_é (there is just the “s” missing gbizeubguebgz))

Hehehehe You mayyy. Also thank you!! I'll be real honest I am pretty sure I have one fic on my AO3 Account.

Okay so this specific Au I have plans on writing a fic about but I do not have it written out just a loose plot with elements in my noggin.

But essentially it focuses on trans! Gaara raised in modern day with a conservative cop father.

After the death of his mother, things proved to get harder and his father began to dive deep into his work. Only time he's present is when he's home usually drinking. He's not exactly a good cop by any means. He has a temper and he has his stern beliefs and he quite literally hates his fucking kids, but he especially hates gaara who has always been tomboyish, always the reminder of his failures, and ever the stubborn mule even when he is trying to stay out of Rasa's way. Gaara was never one to listen, he always marched to the beat of his own drum anyways.

After a particularly nasty incident where Rasa went a little too far on the job, Rasa picked up the three kids moved them closer to the city (coughcough Konoha.) Gaara ended up getting involved with drugs, and between the dangerous mix of everything he becomes a spiralling mess as per usual, targeting anyone who breathes at him wrong or he percieves as a threat of sorts. On one ocassion, Our beloved Rock Lee (star track runner, i'm debating on making i'm former head of boy scouts or just a kid who goes to a dojo that Gai totally owns.) ends up getting involved for justice reasons (He's autistic your honor.) and it ends with Gaara beating him with a lead pipe. Obviously charges are pressed and Gaara is sent to a psychward and given community service instead of going to juvie (I do not know if this is even fucking possible tbh but I like it.) While Gaara is in the psychward ( I am so sure there is another reason why he got sent there but w/e I can't remember rn), His father dies in a shoot out with a notorious criminal in the area (wonder who that could be.) Leaving these kids slapped into foster care while things are figured out as Temari isn't old enough to care for her three brothers. Yashamaru works to get custody of these kids in time but in the meantime, it's rough and Gaara is picked up from the psychward not by family. He is picked up by a foster care agent (social worker???) and he is made to serve out his community service. There he meets Naruto, who is also doing customer service for vandalism and they do fight and Gaara forms a baby crush. There is alot that happens around here and then there is a time skip essentially where things change once Yashamaru gets custody of these kids and they find a new normal with a crusty white dog. Gaara gets a safe space to heal and explore who he is.

The plot really begins picking up down the line where essentially gaara post moving away from the city with yashamaru back in their home town, He decides to move back to pursue college. he wants to get into therapy to try to reach others like him and Naruto integrates him into his friend group (or tries rather Gaara is pretty stand offish even if kankuro and temari have done so easily) and Gaara keeps fucking running into Rock lee against his will. Lots of healing, lots of forced proximity for healing reasons. Slow burn. It's a very loose plot I'm still fleshing out. We may see nods to the Moss because I wish I was joking here, That fic altered my fucking brain chemistry. I am still figuring it out. I do know that the main relationships i plan on showing/mentioning are: Gaalee, kakagai ofc, shikatem, kankiba, the polycule themselves narusakusasu, nejiten, hinata is a lesbian idc, and so is ino also perhaps past sakuino I am really excited for this fic ngl but I want to like do everything justice so I don't want to publish till i finish rewatching naruto and refreshing everything so I can figure out what elements I want to bring in and the like. Ngl y'all can ask more about this fic I have thoughts of scenes that would be so cute. HEHEHEHEH THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

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watching The Merciless p5/5

The tie fixing, most homoerotic thing known to man.

Fellas is it gay to take a homie to a strip club only to sit with him and drink

Jaeho protecting his man saying „you picked the wrong dick” i have tears in my eyes

… why the elevator stop is this a jealous fuck in the elevator trope

NOT THE MANNANDLING AND PUSHING HIM UP ON THE ELEVATOR WALL. NOT THE HANDS HOLDING TO THE WALL. hyunsoo (and i) just discovered a kink. Now let me rewatch this scene 5 more times as i watch Jaeho put his hand on Hyunsoo’s neck to keep him steady and maneouver his hands. as he pats him down ofc.

OH JAEHO KNEW BEFORE THE CONFESSION?? also bleh the SA threats from the other one

NO DID HE ORCHESTRATE THE MOMS DEATH?! I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU

who kidnaps the poor hyunsoo, hasnt he been through enough

Chief you’re one big scumbag. ACAB all the way

Playing with fireworks what can go wrong, im sure no one burns their face off

Honestly chief Cheon this is karma for the fuckery you’ve caused

Jaeho has harder time with shooting Hyunsoo than Hyunsoo had with getting shot.

I dont even have the words for the emotional toll these last 30 minutes have on me

Hyunsoo needs so much therapy from Jaeho alone, but also from his coworkers to be fair

Damn this entire movie feels like set up for Hyunsoo to become the most fucked up villain imaginable

BRUH JAEHO GOT TAKEN OUT BY A FUXKING CAR????? Aint that poetic justice but also the way my ship has sunk— 

NOT HYUNSOO SHOOTING THE CHIEF—  i mean its deserved but its almost comical

In short:

Amazing cinematography. I cried. I laughed. I giggled and kicked my feet into the air. 10/10. Homoerotic goodness. Sol Kyung Go and Yim Si Wan did fantastic job of acting in this, in every single scene.

@chaos0pikachu I feel emotionally punched down, spat on, chewed out but in a good way. Thank you for posting about this gem of a movie.

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‘tis the damn season - part 2

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Genevieve/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, hurt - no comfort, brief mentions of child abuse, panic attacks, mentions of death/dying, brief mentions of violence/threats of violence, Will Ramos is stubborn as hell.

Word Count: 3.3k

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Author’s note: There’s a lot more Will in this part and I promise there will be even more in future parts. Also, this one is probably going to hurt because it hurt me while I wrote it. Soooo…. Sorry 😬 Enjoy 😊

Will’s POV

The snow crunches beneath Will’s feet as he heads towards the cafe. That morning, he woke up with a sore throat and decided he’d grab some hot tea before practice that morning. He couldn’t afford to lose his voice now. Lorna was going on tour next month and they had a lot of kinks to work out with their set.

Leaving the cafe, Will heads in the direction of the warehouse. Traffic in front of the cafe was absurd. He could walk down the opposite way to a slower intersection, cut across and then walk back up. The only problem was that it would take him past the park.

He avoided the park as much as he could

“Man, it’s been eight years. Get over it.” he says out loud to himself.

As he walks past the park, he sees the gazebo. There was a light dusting of snow on the roof and the stairs. Christmas garlands were attached to each railing. Icicle lights were hanging from the top railings and Christmas wreaths were adorning each post.

It looked like something out of a Christmas card.

Will walks up the steps and stands in the middle of the structure. He couldn’t remember the last time he had come here. It looked the same but had a fresh coat of paint. A moment of panic sets in as he sets his tea down and steps onto the railing. Hoisting himself up he stands on his tiptoes to look into the rafters.

The entirety of the area had been painted white. Fuck, where is it? He couldn’t see it. It had been forever but he knew it was on this side. He couldn’t see it. His heart sank. It was gone. He started to lower himself down but something caught his eye off to the side. A faint etching into the wood that he would have missed if he hadn’t turned just so.

“W <3’s V 4eva”

Will let out the breath he was holding; a sharp pain shooting through his chest. It was a pain he hadn’t felt in a long time. The feeling struck him so hard it made his knees weak and he had to hold on to the post next to him to keep from falling off the railing.

It should have been a meaningless little thing. He had made that mark when he was a teenager, barely sixteen. Thirteen years later and he can still remember every moment of that day. How she smelled of cinnamon and cherries. The way her dark red hair fell in waves and would get tangled in the buttons of her coat. How red her nose and cheeks got from the cold. Her green eyes sparkling as she looked at the Christmas lights.

God dammit, he hated this time of year.

Will arrives at the warehouse to see Moke and Austin standing outside.

“Get here when you can, brother.” Moke exclaims, grinning.

“Fuck are you talking about, dude? I’m early as always.” Will responds.

“Practice was supposed to start 20 minutes ago, dumbass.” Austin pipes in.

Will checks his phone and he in fact was not early at all. His detour took a little longer than he thought. He looks up sheepishly and both guys burst out laughing.

“Sorry, guys.”

Adam slaps him on the back. “Don’t worry about it, man. Adam and Andrew are inside arguing about guitar stuff.”

“That’s why we’re out here.” Moke adds. “If I had to hear them fight like an old married couple for one more second I was going to shove Archey’s drumsticks in my ears.”

Will laughs loudly as they dramatically act out the guitarists argument.

Initially, he doesn’t see the woman with long dark red hair pass by but he notices her stop suddenly. For a split second he figures that she’s lost but then it hits him. The scent of cinnamon and cherries.

The scent is all-consuming. It fills his nostrils and in a millisecond seven years of memories flash before his eyes. She turns around slowly, making eye contact with him and he’s sure he’s fucking dreaming because it can’t be her.

“Shit.” he hears her say and that’s her voice. How is she here? Why is she here? After all this time..

He calls after her and she doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace. So, he takes off after her.

“Will! Where the fuck are you going?” Austin yells at his friend as he takes off running but it was no use. Will was on a mission.

Will continues to call after her and she refuses to stop. He feels dizzy, nauseated, and desperate because if he can just get a hand on her. Just touch her so he can know she’s real and he’s not crazy.

“Goddammit, Genevieve, stop!” Finally catching up with her, he grabs her by the arm and spins her around to face him.

They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. He wonders what’s going through her mind. He can’t seem to gather his thoughts because he’s still trying to grasp onto the fact that she’s actually here in front of him.

Somehow, she was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her.

The last time he saw her.

Will recalls the moment she left and the shooting pain in his chest returns. Anger rushes through him and without thinking, his grip on her arm tightens. Tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes and she shifts uncomfortably. Realization settles in and he lets go, internally chastising himself. It doesn’t matter how long she’s been gone. He knows better.

He glances at her again and even though the tears are still there he can tell she’s not panicking anymore. Her tears are for an entirely different reason. The moment is so overwhelming he can nearly feel his own forming but being the stubborn man that he is, he blinks them away. Will is not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she still has that much of an effect on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” she states matter-of-factly.

Will laughs humorlessly. “Seriously? After all these years, that’s all I get?”

Gen narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her chest.

“Right, because ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ is so much better?”

“I think I have every right to be frustrated, Viv.”

“Don’t call me that.” she says firmly.

Will raises his eyebrows. “And what exactly am I supposed to call you?”

“If it’s all the same to you, Will, I’d prefer it if we just didn’t interact at all. I’m only here because I wasn’t given a choice and I plan to leave as soon as possible.”

A mixture of anger and desperation rises in him again. He wasn’t expecting her to jump into his arms but he didn’t think she’d blow him off like this. He needed something. More than this. He didn’t know how she could just pretend like this moment meant nothing to her when it meant everything to him.

Would he actually admit to that, though? Of course not.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Always in such a hurry to leave. Of course, I'm not surprised. It’s your favorite thing to do.”

This time, Gen laughs, but it’s the coldest laugh Will has ever heard. She steps closer to him and their faces are so close they are almost touching. Her perfume fills his nostrils again and he wishes he could start their conversation over. Tell her he was sorry for everything and kiss her breathless but it was too late. He ruined everything, once again.

All because of his goddamn pride.

“As much as I would love to stand here all day and rehash old wounds, Ramos, I have better things to do. Like bury my piece of shit father, for starters.”

Will doesn’t even get a chance to speak before she’s walking away from him. She never looks back at him for a moment but he watches her until her figure disappears.

Gen’s POV

Gen walks until the tears falling down her face begin to burn and her lungs start to hurt from the cold air. She was two blocks from the lawyer’s office but she couldn’t move anymore. She stops and sits on a bench in front of a random store in an attempt to collect herself.

She scrubs her shaking hands over her face and tries to control her breathing. She’s barely been back home for a few hours and she already ran into him. She hated being from such a small town.

“Always in such a hurry to leave… it’s your favorite thing to do.”

Will’s voice echoes on repeat in her mind until her head begins to pound. He knows damn well why I left. Gen thinks to herself. Who the fuck is he to throw that in my face?

Through the years she must have rehearsed their first conversation upon reuniting a hundred times. It was never something she expected to actually happen, but she was always preparing for shit like that. She knew it would be overwhelming and emotional but when she imagined it, she always handled it in a calm and practical manner.

Clearly, it’s much different when the person who broke your heart is standing right in front of you. It didn’t stop her from regretting the way she reacted. The way he grabbed her and the emotional whiplash from their sudden reunion had her adrenaline pumping. Agitation and being defensive were her go-to responses.

Gen knew that he didn’t intend to grab her like that. He knew better. It was embarrassing that it still affected her the way that it did.

Gen sighs shakily and checks her phone. She had five minutes to be at Mr. Shaw’s office. Her pity party would have to wait until later.

“Ms. Castillo, I’m Nathan Shaw. Thank you so much for coming in on such short notice.” The man extends his hand to Gen and she accepts it. He was younger than she expected, late thirties at the oldest. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and his eyes were a piercing blue. When he flashes a smile at her, she concludes that feature alone wins a lot of his cases.

“It’s Taylor, actually. I told your secretary that on the phone yesterday. Anna, I believe?”

He glances down at the paper. “Oh, yes! She’s written it right here. My apologies, Ms. Taylor. Or is it Mrs?”

Gen has to bite back a laugh. “No, sir. It’s definitely still Ms.” She holds up her left hand to show him her bare ring finger.

Mr. Shaw smiles softly. “Very good, Ms. Taylor.”

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “If you don’t mind. How did you find me? My father and I haven’t spoken in years.”

“He had your phone number and address listed for us to call in the event of his death.”

Gen pauses for a moment, unsure how she feels that he actually had her address this whole time. “It’s just that… I changed my name and my contact information years ago, so that he couldn’t find me. I just don’t understand how he even had that information to give to you.”

Mr. Shaw looks at her over his glasses, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. He flips back to the front page of the packet in front of him and turns it around to where Gen can look at it. She scoots up to the end of her chair to get a better look as he points to a particular paragraph.

I, Gabriel Fernando Castillo, am a widower. I was married to Margaret Anaïs Taylor Castillo on September 13, 1993, who died on August 9, 2007. We had one child, Genevieve Gabriela Castillo, who was born on August 11, 1994.

Genevieve Gabriela Castillo. Her eyes read the one line over and over again. God, she despises that name.

“What are you showing me this for, Mr. Shaw?” she asks, pointedly.

An amused look spreads across his face. “Ms. Taylor, with all due respect, if you wanted to change your name so your father couldn’t find you.” He pauses for a moment, considering his next statement carefully. “Your mother’s maiden name maybe wasn’t the best choice.”

Three hours, one panic attack, and a lot of kleenex later, Gen’s appointment with Nathan Shaw was finished.

Gabriel left her everything. His house. His car. An oddly large sum of money that was left in his bank accounts that she didn’t dare question its origin. Before she changed her name and number for good, he had called her relentlessly asking for money. No doubt having drunk it all up.

According to Mr. Shaw, that was what killed him. His liver failed and he chose to waste away at home instead of in the hospital waiting for an organ transplant. Mr. Shaw warned her that the house wasn’t in the best shape since he spent the last several months bedridden and would rarely let anyone in. He assured her, however, that “the mess” from his death had been cleaned up so she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Oh, right. If it wasn’t enough for her to inherit her childhood home that held enough traumatic memories for a lifetime, it’s now potentially haunted by the ghost of her father? Nope. Nothing to worry about at all. She didn’t even believe in ghosts, but if anyone would come back to haunt her, that fucker would.

Considering her options, she decided to sell the house and the car. They were of no use to her. The money in Gabriel’s accounts would go towards whatever repairs were needed to make the house sellable and the rest she’d donate to charity.

Gen didn’t need him or his money. Dead or not she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she did.

So, now, it would appear that her whirlwind trip home would be much longer than anticipated. The realization of which caused her panic attack. Mr. Shaw’s sweet secretary, Anna, came rushing in his office with kleenex and water to help. Once she calmed down, Gen told Anna whatever Mr. Shaw was paying her wasn’t enough. Anna just smiled sweetly and headed back to her desk.

Another hour and a half later, the funeral arrangements had been made. The visitation would be Sunday at noon with the funeral immediately afterwards. A four hour affair where Gen would have to smile and pretend to care as people she hadn’t seen in years told her how wonderful her father was and how they can’t believe she’s been gone so long.

She felt nauseous already.

She took a deep breath, cracking her neck and massaging her jaw in an attempt to ease the tension from the day. She was in desperate need of food and a shower. She decided to head to her hotel, order takeout, and call it a night. She couldn’t bring herself to go to Gabriel’s house tonight. She would go tomorrow when she was rested and her head was clear.

As Gen laid in bed, she reflected on her day. Now that it was over, it all felt like a fever dream. She thought of Will’s face. The way it shifted from frustration to guilt when she told him why she was there. She had called him Ramos. She only called him that when she was mad and he hated it. She knew that, though, and said it on purpose.

She did it for the exact same reason he took a jab at her for leaving. There’s an ache in her. An ache caused by all the years of pain from her mother dying, her father drinking to cope with the loss and the abuse that followed afterwards. Will became her escape. He was always there to protect and comfort her.

One night, Will nearly beat her father unconscious after he had broken Gen’s ribs again for not cleaning the dishes the way he liked them. He was only seventeen at the time. Gabriel was an asshole, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to put himself at risk of an investigation, so he didn’t say anything. After that night, the physical abuse stopped but the psychological abuse became worse. Will promised Gen that as soon as she turned eighteen, he was moving her in with him.

The day of her eighteenth birthday, Will moved her into his apartment. He had saved for months and managed to get one just a few weeks before her birthday. It was small and they barely had any furniture, but she didn’t care. Gabriel tracked her down and tried causing a scene but Will told him if he came near her or touched her again he’d make sure he didn’t wake up that time.

Gen was finally able to heal. She felt safe and secure at home for the first time in five years. They were both working and making enough to pay their bills with a little extra. She started college. For once, everything was going well.

The only problem was that she hated Westwood. It was too small for her and despite the memories she made with Will, it was filled with too many bad ones. She wanted out. She had a degree and had developed a strong skill set in music as an audio technician at the small recording studio she worked at and wanted to pursue a career as a recording engineer.

The owner of the studio had connections all over the country and was able to get her a job in New York. Gen was ecstatic and ran home to Will to tell him the good news. He had been supportive of her dream and told her he’d go anywhere for her.

However, when she told him it was finally happening, his face dropped. A silence fell between them that she had never experienced in all of the years they had been together. He stood from his seat on the couch, looked at her firmly, and told her no.

No? What did he mean “no”?

He meant no. She wasn’t going. He wasn’t going. They weren’t going.

Will’s reason was that she could do the same job in New Jersey that she could in New York. She argued that, while true, New York would give her a lot more opportunities to work with different artists and producers. Not to mention a lot more money.

He continued to refuse. Telling Gen it was a waste of time and attempting to educate her on how expensive New York is but it just came out as condescending. She explained how much extra she would be making and it may be hard at first but it would be worth it in the end.

When that didn’t work, he tried to explain that he had finally become comfortable with his band and didn’t want to mess that up by leaving. He also mentioned his family was in Westwood and they couldn’t just abandon them. She called him selfish and pointed out that New York was less than two hours by train. Not across the fucking country.

Gen was distraught and confused. Where was this coming from? This was not the Will she had known for so long. He had never tried to hold her back or tell her she couldn’t do anything. If she didn’t know any better, he almost seemed desperate to keep her in Westwood with him. But why?

After hours of arguing, he became silent again. He stood in front of the glass door that led out to their patio and just stared into the darkness. After what seemed like forever, he raked his hand through his curls and exhaled harshly like he had to prepare himself for what he was about to say.

“I love you, Vivvy… but you’re not going to make it in New York. You’re good at what you do but they’ll eat you alive up there. You’re not going and that’s final.”

Part Three

[racharii]

coming from an enby whos tme (tho i myself am not transmasc), i feel like a lot of transmasc people are doing this "have their cake and eat it too" thing where they want to be perceived as men or men adjacent, in our society a part of the oppressor class, while also still wanting to benefit from structures meant to protect against said class. specifically ones that have been set up in queer spaces. ive met quite a few trans men who were just as vehemently misogynysitic as your average dude bro. and (this is speculation based on convos ive had with trans men im not in every transmascs head) a lot of transmascs have a lot of internalized misogyny that they project onto trans women. ive had an irl ex friend of mine say something that i think encapsulates this particular issue fairly well. this was like 8 years ago, we were talking about trans rep in media (specifically orange is the new black iirc) so im paraphrasing; 'its messed up that we (afabs in this context) are sidelined for people who used to be men, we cant escape the patriarchy.' that was horribly transmisogynistic, so lets unpack it.

it assumes that trans women are just men

it assumes sex essentialism, that they and i were just women. that we were just poor Females having 'our space' encroached on by mean 'former men.'

im not saying that all transmascs think like this ofc. #notallmen. im saying that some do, and enough transmascs have internalized misogyny and not enough self reflection.

just because you are trans doesnt mean you are immune to bigotry and recouping oppressive structures. none of us are free of Sin™️. you as an individual have to make an effort to reflect on your thoughts and actions and how they might affect yourself and others, so that you are not a willing participant of our communities oppression.

for example, ive talked a lot privately about my journey to being a better person, (and pobodies nerfect, its always a learning process, you always will have things you can improve on. and thats okay, were all just human) i initially hated it/its pronouns. 'it' gave me the ick. i was called 'it' as a kid incessantly to make fun of my gender presentation, i couldnt fathom someone else finding peace and even euphoria in using it/its. i bought into the conservative talking points about neopronouns and it/its being detrimental to the trans community. they were "the bad transes" and me? well i use they/them but shakespeare used the singular they so im fine :), im one of the good ones. then one day, i was listening to some video essay idr what or who, but something they said stuck with me, "if it/its makes me happy, why do you care? how does 'it' hurt you really?" my trauma is not everyones trauma, people will find comfort in things that i wont, and thats okay. 'it' hurt me when i was young, by cruel kids and uncaring adults. why am i hurting my community, my fellow transes, by continuing to deny them their autonomy to identify how they like? so i got over 'it.' i saw the real harm was the fucking wedge being driven between us by conservative grifters trying to pick off the weakest in the herd before they go in for the rest of us.

visibility isnt necessarily a good thing for marginalized people. transfemmes are the biggest target of hate in our community atm. they unfortunately serve as the canary. global fascism is on the rise and to be frank, a targeted hate campaign against a trans woman is asking for her to be killed. outed, paraded as a freak, doxxed, swatted, killed. protect trans women, fascism doesnt stop with one group nor will you be saved by being "one of the good ones." trans solidarity, even the people you dont like, even if you think theyre icky or gross or whatever the fuck else you do Not give up trans solidarity. you dont make callout posts, you dont send death threats, you dont send hate mail, if you dont like someone Block Them and move on.

we stand together or we will be eradicated.

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Blood Moon Ch.12

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Annalisa relaxed against his chest, the warm water, fragrant with bath salts, moving around them as he wrapped his arms around her. Her hair was french braided and pinned at the top of her head, something he had done for her after brushing it out until it was smooth.

“How do you know how to french braid?”

“Nieces.”

He hadn't told her about his threat to Eugene, she didn't need to know along with everything else going on.

“I'm sorry.”

“I'm not angry at you, Sy.” She said, “It's not hard to come to the assumption that Markus took advantage, given our different social standings and the fact that I worked for him. It's why I was hesitant to tell you, because I knew you would have come to that conclusion. Everyone does. But they weren't there, they didn't know him like I did.”

“Not just that, I...I pulled somethin' painful to the surface, kickin' and screamin', and I made you relive it.”

“It was a very long time ago.” She said, “I processed that he was killed, but sometimes remembering the details reopens that wound.”

“I hurt you, I caused you pain and I...” He sighed and she snuggled back into him, holding his arms gently where they were folded over her stomach, laying her head back against his shoulder.

“I'm fine now. Being right here, with you, like this, I'm more than fine now.” His arms tightened around her just a bit and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, breathing in the smell of her hair.

“My Mate.” He whispered, holding her tighter. They both leaned forward a bit as her phone went off where it was on the sink, but relaxed again, content with just letting it ring. It eventually did stop, but there was only a moment of silence before it started ringing again and she sighed, getting up and stepping out of the tub, drying her hands on a towel before answering it.

“What, Eugene?” She asked and there was that snarl in the back of his mind again. “Sy threatened you, huh? Rip your arms off and beat you to death with them? Well, he's got points for specificity, but he loses some for lack of originality. Maybe I should start calling him Chewbacca. Oh, I believe you, I just don't care. Because I have a feeling why he threatened you, Eugene, and he was well within his rights to. Now let me tell you something. Avoid him. Stay away from Sy unless it's for business. He'll stay away from you. If you don't, I'll fashion your fangs into earrings. Have the night you deserve.” She hung up, turning her phone on silent and heading back to the tub but stopped as he stood. “Sy?”

“Water's gettin' chilly.” He said, stepping out of the tub, and she squeaked in surprise as he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.

She lay leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed and mouth open, her breath hitching in her throat. Her fingertips moved through the velvet stubble covering his scalp as his strong hands kneaded her thighs while he fed from between her legs. He's already pulled one...two...three orgasms from her, but he seemed in no rush and dead set on going for four. She was so wet that she could feel what he hadn't lapped up rolling down her skin and soaking into the blankets.

"S-Sy..." She stammered and he just hummed against her, swirling his tongue lazily around her clit. It pushed her over the edge again and her eyes went wide, gasping for air as it crashed into her, her fingers tightening against the back of his head.

"Fuck." He said, his voice rough and deep with desire and he kissed up her skin before settling in the cradle of her hips. She could see her arousal glittering in his beard and he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue even as she felt him nudge at her entrance. Her fingers went to his jaw as he pushed into her, her body yielding to his to welcome him into her snugly. He gave her a moment of adjustment before he started to move in slow, steady strokes, his hips pulling back almost to the point of complete withdrawal before pushing into her to the base in one fluid movement. His knees came up, pushing her legs open wider and she wrapped them around his waist. "Fuck, Annie..."

"You're so big."

"Shit, babe, look at us." She looked between them, watching as he vanished into her, the sight making her shudder and clench around him. "We're so fuckin' good together. You take me so well, takin' all of me." Her nails pulled through the hair spanning his chest, catching on the barbell and making his jaw clench.

"Sy, I love you." She whimpered, looking up at him and he groaned, surging into her.

"Fuck, baby, I love you too. I love you so fuckin' much." He kissed her, holding the side of her jaw as his hips sped, the sound of them coming together wetly filling the room. Their breath passed between them in pants and heavy moans before her eyes rolled back, her hips tilting to meet his as her release crashed into her. "Fuck fuck fuck." His jaw clenched hard as he continued moving, riding her through her orgasm before seating himself in her with an almost animalistic snarl, pulsing inside her as he released.

"I love you." She panted, pulling him into a gentle kiss. "My Sy. My Tovaras. My Mate."

"Love you so fuckin' much, Annalisa." He said, resting his forehead against hers. "So fuckin' much."

[yarrayora]

9, 25, 30

9. favorite anime child

for the sake of argument of what a child is in anime we will use the fact that anyone older than in their 20s are treated as geriatric elderlies in anime world which means high school age is Basically Adult so i will use middle schooler and below as my criteria

anyway.

grade schooler shirota mahiru despairing over his mother's death

second place belongs to young child trapped in the orphanage who got his foot nailed to the ground

25. anime you would recommend to someone who hates anime

that would depend on what the other person is looking for? i would have to personalize it according to individual's taste lmao

30. one anime conclusion you would change

only one? okay, bleach, then. i would change the fuck out of the quincy war. instead of a bunch of supervillains with overwhelming powers that can easily crush the shinigami they should be tight knit survivors with limited resources who learned how to be REALLY really good at ambushing shinigami in group and picking them off one by one while being unseen

it would be soooo good if ichigo learns that "winning the war" doesnt always mean a victory, especially if they actually stick to their gun about quincies being survivors of a genocide it would be great to have shinigami fearing them thinking theyre outnumbered but we shifts to uryu's perspective and even the quincies are struggling to survive

it would make ywach so much more of a threat too, a charismatic leader who unites his people with the promise of a better future instead of leading with fear and an iron grip

also god. to have an enemy asks ichigo "you enjoy fighting us, don't you? you goddamn monster" pinned down by ichigo and no longer fighting simply waiting for their death. buying time for the others to escape

ichigo has never fought an enemy crying fearing death but already resigned to their death

like ichigo's theoretically aware of the quincy genocide in canon but to have to look uryu in the face and see the weight of it? thats very different

you can also have younger quincies being gungho about fighting in the war because they can finally avenge their family, the reality of war itself hasnt settled in to them, only to be defeated and have an older quincy saving them

toshiro going "why would they send an inexperienced soldier like you to war?" sneering. not realizing the truth yet

also god. ichigo already had similar storyline with hanataro. why cant he saved a quincy realizing theyre the same age as his sister?

battling a group of quincies and then to the rest of the shinigami seemingly out of nowhere ichigo blocks their attack and the first assumption is ofc that he got mindfucked somehow but then they hear ichigo mumbles and says "what?" and ichigo shouts louder "THIS IS JUST A KID!" as if he wasn't the same age as the quincy he saved when he risked his life to save rukia

and the shinigami wouldn't get it, maybe if it was komamura, but the rest of them? so in the end ichigo runs while carrying the quincy kid in one arm while using his blade with another to fend off attacks and the quincy kid grips onto ichigo demanding to know why he saved them while trying so hard to sound brave

tears swelling in their eyes waiting for this to be a trick a trap and not that their enemies have compassion too

also like. ichigo saving a quincy would make his mother's heritage even more relevant! he brings the kid back to their people and like. imagine if yhwach tells them they can trust ichigo because he is his mother's son

the quincy kid feeling less guilty about being saved by a shinigami bc turns out the shinigami has quincy blood in himand it's just. that's wrong, isnt it? his blood and his heritage shouldnt paint what he is as a person! but it's hard to say that when he sees how the quincies are living

and then yhwach tries to radicalize ichigo because he is the strongest asset to have in this war

okay I'm getting too long here so I'm cutting it short BUT. I'm right

[jiggy-manda]

lynnmanda blurb <3

sooo i really wanted to write something with a pothead!mandy x lynn type vibe but i never got the inspiration to finish it so i figured i’d post the little drabble here

no warnings, just weed and stuff. takes place in the third movie ofc,,, amanda lacks the ability to not cuss every other word but it’s not really angst or anything amanda just always has a bit of an attitude u know

lynn looked around the warehouse for a moment, sniffing a few times. “it smells like weed in here,” she said while crinkling her nose.

amanda turned and gave her an incredulous look. “seriously?” she asked, gesturing to the different inventions scattered around the building. “you’re here, and you’re worried about a little weed?” she she scoffed, gesturing around their current location.

“i mean, im just saying…” lynn started slowly. “im not judging, or whatever. just, you know… be careful where you get it from. people like to mess with it, you know?”

amanda stared at her like she was crazy. “i spent years sticking a needle into my arm without fear of where it came from or where it’d been and you think i care about a stupid plant?”

“well, they’re both plants,” lynn said pointedly.

“jesus fucking christ,” amanda let out, rubbing her palms down her face. “do you ever shut the fuck up?” once again, amanda stared at her, eyes fixed on the surgeon. “i know it’s a goddamn plant,” she snapped.

“i wasn’t trying—”

“you know, you’re really annoying,” amanda cut her off. “do you ever get tired of being a smartass?” she asked.

lynn sighed in response; she could never win with her. “i’m not trying to be a smartass, amanda. not everyone is out to get you.”

“you know i could kill you at any time, right?”

lynn only paused for a moment before speaking again. she was used to this type of behavior from amanda— death threats and outbursts weren’t that surprising anymore. “isn’t that against the rules?” she said calmly.

amanda’s gaze snapped up, all the playfulness suddenly gone. “do you see him over there?” she gestured to john and his heart rate monitor. “asleep in that hospital bed? unaware of what’s going on around us?” she turned back to face lynn. “these are my rules.”

lynn felt her nose flare and did her best to swallow her words as she nodded silently. she knew firsthand just how dangerous amanda could be; she knew what amanda could do when she was angry enough, and the worst idea would be to encourage or trigger that anger. if it were left up to lynn, she wouldn’t even be entertaining the simple idea of having a conversation with the serial killer, but she also knew that she didn’t have a choice. if she was gonna have to wait in fear of the shotgun collar eventually going off, she could either do it by being civil with amanda or by saying nothing at all. either way, lynn was stuck with her.

with a shaky sigh, the doctor spoke again. “what can i help you with?” she asked, forcing herself to sound cheerful.

amanda shrugged. “i dunno. john’s vitals are stable, we have most of the stuff he needs… i don’t really have any traps to work on right now either.”

lynn tried to make it subtle when she swallowed. something about amanda talking about her… hobbies so casually made her even more on alert than she already was.

“so… what now?” lynn asked, trying to appear unfazed.

amanda pointed at a box sitting in the cubby she called a bedroom. “remember when you said it smelled like weed?”

lynn took a deep breath and nodded. “yeah.”

amanda looked at her with a grin. “wanna indulge?”

[canmom]

if you have a sec: why is there concern rn about tumblr being taken down?

lol it's not a realistic concern. just a CEO with a big mouth digging himself in a hole on an unprofitable website.

basically Automattic ceo Matt Somethingorother (@photomatt), our current overlord, made a series of very unwise posts about the case of a certain trans woman user of this site who was the subject of a harassment campaign that abused the reporting system and got her 7+ year old blog banned.

rather than just do a quick 'mea culpa' and restore her account, tumblr and Matt in particular seem to have doubled down on insisting she deserved the ban, proffering an old vent post following her first spurious ban in which she expressed a vague hope that he would die in 'a car full of exploding hammers' and other sarcastic comments - comments that unambiguously read as 'frustration' to anyone actually versed in the site's culture - as 'death threats' that would warrant talking to the actual FBI.

my impression is that he's probably not that invested in the case and half-assed the response to users sending him angry messages in a way that made him look a whole lot worse. his attempts at sounding neutral and bureaucratic just made him sound pathetic and came off as deliberate misgendering, adding fuel to the fire.

ofc moderation at scale is an unsolved problem, and inevitably tumblr's moderation of anything that isn't outright illegal has generally been pretty opaque and half-assed. far more realistic threats are not exactly unusual on here, but rarely get moderated, and most of us have learned to live with it. so the hypocrisy has drawn a big furore on the CEO, basically a chance for people to vent all their frustrations at the moderation. it's a combination of people angry on behalf of the girl who got banned and other cases where they've been heavy handed towards innocuous posts from trans girls, combined with resentment over feeling the moderation has been lenient on whatever other bad group (nazis, pedos, terfs or whatever) that a given user feels run rampant on this site.

most likely outcome is that Matt Whatever gets a talking to from his PR manager and we get some kind of apology post in the next few days as they try to walk it down. maybe reinstate that girl's blog. but since buying Tumblr has been an incredibly unprofitable investment for Automattic, I was joking darkly that this would just be the last straw for him to be like 'fuck it, pull the plug'.

[thematthewlover]

I don’t hate you - chris sturniolo

pt.2

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: cussing, arguements, mentions of drinking/smoking

a/n: Guys get ready for this it’s gonna be a bumpy ride😭

Chris and Y/n have also hated eachother well atleast Chris always hated Y/n. It all started in second grade when Y/n was on the playground and three boys, Matt, Nick, and Chris came up to her.

Matt and Nick asked if they could play with Y/n and she said yes ofc, Chris on the other hand did not want to play with Y/n and was rude to her the whole time.

This continued all throughout school as Matt and Nick got closer with Y/n Chris stil hated her for some odd reason. She didn’t understand why tho because she had been nothing but nice to Chris and this is how he was treating her.

Cut to now, Y/n and the triplets have graduated highschool and the triplets continue their career as youtubers. Y/n is sometimes in their videos but not often because of the death threats.

Right now, Matt, Nick, and Y/n were currently watching a movie in the living room when a certain Chris Sturniolo comes into the kitcheck for some pepsi. Y/n ignored him, not wanting to start anything. Chris had other plans tho, Chris decided to go up to Y/n and dump ice cold water on her.

“Chris what the fuck?!” Y/n yells at him. “Oops it was an accident!” Chris yells back. This resulted in Y/n leaving the triplets house at two in rye morning which happened quite often.

The next day, Nick called Y/n and asked if she wanted to come over. “Only if Chris isn’t there” Y/n says “He will be here but we can go into my room or I can have Matt drive us somewhere” Nick responds.

“Okay just let me get ready” Y/n then goes into the shower to get ready for her fun day with Nick and Matt. She gets out of the shower, blow dries her hair, curls it, and does her makeup.

Y/n: I’m ready

Nick: Okay i’ll have Matt pick you up

Y/n: Okay see you in a few!

Matt shows up to pick her up and they go to the triplets house. Of course Chris is in the living room when she gets there. “Hey Y/n” Chris says being nice to her. “Hey Chris..” Y/n responds in a not so sure tone.

“NICKKKKK” Y/n calls Nicks name for him to come downstairs. Nick comes down the stairs, “Y/NNN” he screams as if he didn’t just see her the previous day.

“Hey do you guys wanna come to a party with me tonight?” Chris buds into the conversation. “I don’t mind” Nick says “Neither do I” Y/n agrees.

“I’ll go too” Matt says, “Well obviously you have to drive us there dumbass” Nick says. A few hours go by and everyone getting ready for the party.

“I’m about to get drunk as hell” Chris says on the way there. “Don’t get too drunk i’m not dealing with your ass” Matt responds to him.

Part 2??

a/n2: HEY GUYS HOW WE LIKING THE STORY SO FAR?

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Six ~ We Have A Problem...

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Five ~ My Girl

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Samantha has always been a heavy sleeper.  Only her alarm clock ever woke her up.  Until today.  She feels like she is being tickled on her neck and shoulders.  She sighs sleepily, moving to get comfortable again.  And then she hears it.  

“Morning, gorgeous.”  

Her eyes are still closed but she smiles as Jake continues to press kisses on her skin.  All of the memories and sensations from the night before flooded back and she could feel her cheeks warm.  She turns to look at Jake.  His glasses are off, but his cheeks are slightly more stubble now and she can study his eyes better.  “I’ve never noticed,” she whispered.  

“What?” He whispered back, making her giggle.  

“Your eyes. They have a bit of green in them. Like the ocean.  It's beautiful.” 

Jake begins to blush, but Sam cups his cheek, and he stares into her eyes.  He moves over and presses a sweet kiss to her lips. They kiss for a bit before he pulls back.  “I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you.”  

“And here I was thinking the same thing,” Sam replied. Jake smiled as he led her back onto her back. He ran his hand down her side, eliciting goose bumps over her skin.  

“Can I love on you, princess?” Jake bit his lower lip, waiting for her to answer.  

Sam blushed and trembled slightly at his words. Her father was the only one who really called her princess when she was little but now, the title has taken on a whole new meaning.  She nodded as Jake grinned and proceeded to kiss the life out of her.  He was gentle this time, like he knew she was sore.  He slotted himself between her legs but stopped. 

“Fuck, I don’t... we have to stop.” Jake’s smile fell until Sam held him closer, surprising him. 

“I’m clean and have birth control,” she said.  

“I’m clean too.” Jake smiled as he teased her.  When she began to whine, he placed the tip at her entrance and just barely pushed in, earning him a gasp. He slowly, methodically filled her so by the time he was buried to the hilt, she was frustrated to hell.  

“Jake, I swear...” she stopped as he withdrew his hip and then filled her again.  Torture.  That was his plan.  Pure unadulterated torture.  This went on for a while, until he saw a tear slip.  

“Princess, are you ok?” 

“No”. She sobbed, “I need more Jake, please, I can’t take it anymore.”  

He smiled and started to speed up. Not the pounding he gave her the night before but still powerful. “How’s that gorgeous? Like me hitting deep inside you?” She nodded. “I can tell because you are gripping me hard.  Are you close?” 

“So close JJ, just, oh fuck.” She was on the brink.  Jake slid his hand down her torso and to her clit, rubbing just hard enough to take her over the edge.  “Jake!” 

He watched the pleasure wash over her face and that set him off, cumming in her, his cock pulsing as he pumped her full. Finally, he slowed and kissed her softly.  “Now that’s a wakeup call.”  

Sam giggled, “it sure is.  Breakfast?” 

“Yes, please.” Jake slowly pulled out and went to the bathroom.  He cleaned up and grabbed a washcloth for Sam. He cleaned her gently, knowing she was sensitive. He pulled on his boxers as she reached for his shirt and slipped it on.  She pulled on clean panties and walked out of the room with a sway to her hips.  

Jake thought his cock was soft. It was not. 

As they finished cooking breakfast together, Jake’s cell phone rang from the living room.  He licked his fingers of the pancake batter.  “Plate that up babe, I’ll be right back.” He headed to the living room and saw that it was Clay calling.  Jake looked back at the kitchen and answered. “Hey?” 

“Jensen, where are you?” 

“Out.”  

“With the girl?”  

Jake hesitated. “No?” 

“Don’t lie to me, Jake. Cougar tailed you just in case the accounting prick followed you.”  

He sighed. “Look Colonel...” 

Clay cut him off. “Don’t call me that. Look, I don’t care. If she makes you happy, then that is great.  I had another reason for calling.  We need to meet. ASAP.”  

Jake looked at the kitchen where Sam was holding two plates and a smile that could literally make him do anything for her. “I can meet in three hours.”  

“Copy.  And Jake... have fun.”  

Jake set his phone down and headed back to her. She saw a flicker of apprehension and she frowned. “Everything ok, JJ?” 

He saw the frown and panicked. “Everything is good princess.  I forgot that I was supposed to meet with my old unit for lunch.” He sighed.  “I don’t want to leave you though. “ He kissed her cheek.  

“Oh, baby if you have plans, that's fine.  I should, uh, clean up,” she blushed a light pink.  “You could always come back after.  I mean, if you want.  No pressure or anything...” her ramble was cut off by Jake’s lips.  

He let go and cupped her cheek, thumbing her cheek. “Oh course, I want to come back. Let’s eat, I’ll help you clean up breakfast, I’ll go meet the losers and pick up a bag.  Sound good?” 

“It sounds perfect.  I’ll cook you something.” She reached up to kiss him softly.  

“Looking forward to it.”  

The Losers were all standing around in a graveyard, waiting for Jensen to show. Pooch kept looking back at Clay and Aisha. “Is anyone else having a sense of déjà vu?” 

“How do you mean?” Aisha looked at his curiously as Cougar shrugged.  

“I mean, I feel like I’ve done this before.” He looked around at all the headstones.  

“Where is Jensen?” Clay asked, interrupting Pooch.  

“Right here,” Jake replied, surprising the team. “What’s up?” 

“Jesus,” Pooch muttered.  “When did you become stealthy?” 

“I’m just having a sense of calm Poochy. Life is great, the world is great, I am awesome, and I’ve got a girl. Life is perfect.”  

“Ok perfect boy, you may want to pay attention,” Clay said as Cougar snickered.  “We’ve been reviewing, oof,” as Aisha elbowed him, “sorry, Aisha’s been analyzing the data you had gotten us.”  

Aisha cleared her throat. “Yeah, Fitzgerald is smart.  He hasn’t been using his work computer a ton for this side project.  Just a couple of times he’s done a search under 30 seconds that shows a record that he searched but not what he is searching for.”  

“Shit,” Jake mumbles.  “I’ll need to do a direct search on the network.  I have a program I can use, so I can login on Monday and get to Fitzgerald’s computer.  I can meet you after work on Monday with whatever I find.”  

“Perfect.” Clay looks at his team. “Cougar, you are still on his tail,” looking at Jake.  “Pooch, you’re with us to check out Fitzgerald’s home while they are at work.”  

“Pooch, you need to watch for any trip wires or lasers,” Jake reminded him.  “I will remote drop his security at 0900 on Monday as planned.”  

“Let’s move out,” Clay said.  As the team leaves, he pulls Jensen aside. “How’s the girl?” 

“The girl’s name is Sam and she’s great. She likes me for me.” Jake shrugs. “I’ve never had this before.”  

“I was going to tell you to make sure to NOT be yourself,” Clay joked, clapping Jake’s back. “Just make sure you keep your eye on the prize, ok? We don’t want Sam to be hurt in the crossfire if this goes sideways.”  

“Understood Colonel.”  

“Don’t call me that.”  

The rest of the weekend was uneventful.  Well, if you don’t count all the sex that Jake and Sam were having.  They were having fun, getting to know each other, inside and out.  Sam cooked a steak and potatoes meal that had Jake swooning.  

As Monday morning approached, Jake drove the pair into the office.  Sam was nervous.  The last time she walked into the office with a boyfriend was with Terry and that was not a great memory.  Her leg bounced on the seat faster and faster as they got close.  “Everything ok, princess?” 

“I’m fine,” she squeaked.  

“Talk to me.”  

She sighed. “The last time I came into the office with a man, had been my last boyfriend.  Terry. We broke up that same day.” She looked down at her hands but was surprised with Jake slid his own into hers.  

“If you want to walk alone, I understand.  I have never worked with a girlfriend before, so I don’t know how this works.”  

She looked up at him and blinked rapidly. “Girlfriend?” 

Jake realized his mistake and swallowed hard. “I mean, I want you... if you are comfortable, but if not...” he continued to ramble until he noticed the sparkle in her eye.  He groaned and tilted his head back.  “You’re fucking with me?” 

“A little bit,” she replied with a bite to her lip to suppress her smile. “JJ, I would love to walk into the office with you as your girlfriend as long as I can call you, my boyfriend.”  

Jake thought he would combust with how good it felt to have Sam say she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.  He pulled her over the center console for a sweet kiss.  “Let’s get to work Princess.”  

Walking in, Jake took Sam’s hand and guided her to the elevators.  He could feel the nerves coming from her and he squeezed it gently.  They walked out onto the floor... with Jake’s entire team watching.  Jake pointily ignored them and walked Sam to her desk.  “Lunch?” 

“Absolutely.” Sam smiled and looked up at him. Jake leaned down and gave a soft kiss.  “See you later Princess.”  

“Bye JJ,” she flushed and sat at her desk to take a moment.  

Jake walked into his area, a slight strut in his step. He went to his desk and started to get set up with for the day, fully understanding that his team was staring at him.  He hummed to himself as he waited for his laptop to boot up. “Boss?” Jake turned to see Fred standing right behind him.  

“Need something?” 

“Yea,” he ran his hand through his longish hair. “How?” 

“How what?” 

“How did you land the most beautiful girl I have ever seen?” Fred’s face changed from questioning to awe.  “Like Sam, she is a dime, and she is so nice, but she doesn’t date.  I saw her turn down that British guy in accounting.”  

Jake clenched his jaw a bit but remained calm. “Look, all I did, was be myself.  Turns out she likes it.”  He smiled and gave a shrug. “She’s amazing.”  

“She got a sister?” Dave asked.  

“Sorry, just an older brother.  Let’s run it down guys,” getting them together so they were up to speed with the day's work.  

As the team broke to get to work, Jensen loaded his detection program into his secondary laptop.  He checked to see if anyone was looking before loading the program, connected it to the office network and found Fitzgerald’s terminal.  Jake quickly looked through and found hidden files. “Jackpot,” he said to himself.  

Copying the files to his laptop, he quickly backed out before he was detected.  After his standing coffee with Sam, he went back to his investigation.  Just as he was about to give up, a line-item transaction search caught his eye.  

Search: The Duchy of Manchester.  

Jake didn’t know much about the royal family, so he jumped on Google.  Searching through, he saw the articles of the King stepping down to his son Prince Anthony in just a few months' time.  Jake made note of it and continued but there was no mention of a Duke of Manchester anywhere. He sent the information to Clay.  

Clay came back quickly. 

There is no Duke but there is an account set up for the Duchy of Manchester.  It’s a shell.  

Jake sat back.  What the hell was Fitzgerald up to?  

NEXT

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