#and they're actually succeeding at that and it's exciting

[bewires]

the disconnect between the way people who work on and with AI talk about it and the reporting/social media discourse on it makes it incredibly hard to have a meaningful conversation about it

[lepakonpaska]

caution, gay joy and rambling in the tags ⚠️

[neverendingford]

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Ok but imagine 42! Miles with a s/o who's literally the complete opposite of him in terms of aesthetic but she helps him when he's the prowler. Like nobody would expect the sweet, energetic, girl with the "Mabel pines" energy to be the gal in the chair for the prowler and making his weapons and at the same time being his girlfriend. They're a literal force to be reckon with.

Complete opposites but totally work

(I love this and so sorry it took so long but enjoy!)

Mabel Pines!Reader

You guys work very, very well together

I can't even describe it very well but it's like yin and yang

He was absolutely gobsmacked on how smart you actually could be

Because not mean, he thought of you as a sort of airhead for a while

But he actually found it quite cute or adorable on you

But he did find out very quickly that y'all have very, very different aesthetics

To be frank you look like a rainbow threw up on you

While Miles is all gloomy and dark over there

So safe to say you throw some glitter in him and force him to be colorful

He finds it hard sometimes to keep up with your energy

But it good for him

His mama absolutely LOVES you

She sees how much Miles loves you just due to the light you bring into his eyes

You can give this man anything and he will pretend to not like it but raise hell if you try and take it back

You guys proudly watch the news of worried women and men on TV talking about jobs you guys pulled and tryna catch you guys

Y'know those sassy guys we see in Tiktoks?

He's that sassy guy with you when you make him mad or annoyed

Knees facing the other way with his whole body while he side eyes you

But he can't resist you for very long

He actually was quite shocked when he found out you had a little dark side

He always saw you looking on the bright side of things

So you partaking in his Prowler activities, much less MAKING the shit for them, absolutely shocked him

He found it quite hot though I can't lie

You're absolutely right when you're completely different but work so well together

Even Uncle Aaron saw it

He uses you sometimes as a little diversion

A fake damsel in distress might I say

He never actually puts you in danger a you can very much so handle yourself but he's always lurking around the corner in these situations

You are an absolute monster at anything Miles needs

New gloves? Done

New mask? Done

Fucking Ray gun? Why didn't he ask sooner? Here, it's in your bag

You absolutely stick little stickers on his crap as well

You can't help yourself

But he absolutely loves it

You sit in the chair looking all pretty but can turn intimidating real quick as he's sitting on the arm chair

Y'know those scenes where the bad guy asks their "dumb/weird" henchman like

"I have no idea…how about we ask (Name)?"

Those type of scenes and you can come up with the best shit he didn't even think of

Absolutely soul mates

Anyway, enjoy this little scene I made:

Miles breathed heavily, leaning against the wall on the rooftop to the door to go back down to his home. He was dressed as the Prowler, breathing labored from a fight.

Miles tried to breathe the best he could, even succeeding for a moment before his eyes snapped open as he heard the shudder of a phone camera and a flash.

Miles' eyes widened, hand in front of him as the flash died and he saw you standing there, blank faces and camera held out in front of you.

Miles and you stared at one another for a moment, nothing to say at all.

"Is that carbon fiber?" You suddenly spoke up.

"...what?-" Miles blinked, barely able to process this before you almost jumped on him.

"Ooh! How did you make this?!" Miles couldn't even breathe and before he knew, his helmet was in your hands as you went on.

"This material is tough enough but you know I could make a much better one if-" you rambles on, an excitement to your voice Miles knew all to well as you flipped over the mask in your hands

"Wait– hold on." Miles held his arms out, effectively causing a pause in your rant as you stared back at him.

"Y'know who I am…right?" Miles asked, slowly and almost trying to be intimidating.

"Um…the Prowler?" You muttered, utterly confused as you tilted your head, holding the helmet to your chest.

"Yeah?!" Miles exclaimed, eyes wide and hands held out like he was trying to get a point across.

"Mhm. Is this like…a trick question, or…?" You asked, completely unbothered by it all as you looked down at the mask, examining it as you merely glanced up at him.

"No! Just- why are you so calm about this?" Miles asked, shocked as well.

"Well, it's not really shocking. You sorta have the backstory of a villain, anyway." You shrugged, staring dead at him.

"...seriously?"

"Well, kinda. Sorry, is this like a bad time for you?" You asked, still not handing over the mask as you held it over your head, almost trying to put it on.

"No, just, you can't tell anyone about this." Miles said, grabbing the mask to hold it in place and off your head, almost dangerously close to your face.

"I mean, I'm not? But-" you started and Miles almost rolled his eyes at your excited expression.

"I can help you!" You stated, biting your lip in excitement as you almost glowed from the glitter on you.

"Help…me?" Miles raised a brow.

"Yeah! Everyone thinks I'm dumb, but I have dirt on everyone. Everyone. And, not a lotta people notice I'm there so I can get you a lot of info, or like- routes and stuff. I'm also good with my hands."

You went on proudly, Miles looking between you and your hand which held his helmet.

It took a moment, Miles going over it all in his head.

He finally sighed.

Miles opened the door to the stairwell, gesturing inside as your eyes widened in shock before you actually smiled, hurrying inside quickly as you rambled on.

Miles followed after you, a seemingly annoyed expression on his face, but the dust of pink across his cheeks from your smile gave him away.

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[mydearestdaryl]

꩜ 𝘩𝜀𝛼𝜏𝘩𝜀𝑟 𝛼𝜋𝜕 𝜏𝘩𝜀 𝜔𝜎𝑟𝑙𝜕 ₊˚⊹♡

summary: drabbles of heather being walking baby fever. pairing: daryl x greene! reader (they're in love, they just don't know yet). setting: prison. a/n: i try but can't find the inspiration to write mama pt. 2, so here's this compilation of a few short drabbles of heather in the prison era to make up for it. i tried to explore more of her bond with the entire group, not just reader, which was very fun to write and i hope you enjoy reading it as much. thank you for reading!

𝑔𝑟𝛼𝜋𝜕𝜌𝛼'𝑠 𝑚𝛼𝑔𝜄𝑐.

little heather was growing. she was almost 2 and a half years old, which meant she was more talkative, independent, and enjoyed playing and having fun more than napping; the opposite from her infant days.

the toddler was tucked in for a nap in the bottom bunk of the cell she shared with carl, with daryl reading her latest favorite story from a book you found for her: cinderella. “an' they lived happy ever after, night-night baby,” daryl said, before kissing heather's head and getting up from his spot on the bed.

“no night-night!” heather announced, kicking the sheets off her and sitting up. she yawned, evidently tired, but fully determined to resume playing bubbles with beth as they had been ten minutes ago. “bubbles, daddy,” she suggested, her little legs dangling off the bed as she pointed at her shoes; a silent request for her daddy to get them on.

“no bubbles, heather, yea gotta take a nap, ya'll get all cranky if yea don', like (y/n),” he joked as he watched you walk by, earning a sarcastic ha-ha from you.

“no nap,” the toddler stated, jumping off the bed to get her shoes on herself. behind him, daryl heard a laugh, finding hershel slowly crutching down the hallway, “'ershel help!” heather exclaimed as she saw him too, lifting a shoe up and waving it at the grey-haired man.

the old man, laughed again, turning to hobble on his crutches into the kid's room. “how may I assist you today, young lady?”

“i need ma shoes on,” the little one said, holding it up so hershel could take it.

“well, I heard it's your nap time,” hershel mentioned, sitting at the edge of the toddler's bed and slowly lying on the surface. “i was going to take a nap myself, but i was looking for some company so we could share some cookies when we woke up.”

curiously eyeing her daughter to see if the old man's trick worked, daryl lightly snorted as he watched her gasp excitedly, mouthing cookies to herself while rushing to the edge of the bed and trying to climb up, succeeding with help from hershel.

in a scene far too endearing, the toddler crawled on top of the old man, using his chest as a pillow and holding him comfortably as she allowed her tired eyes to close now without a fight, “night 'ershel,” she mumbled, her excited smile fading into a resting expression as she quickly fell asleep.

“yea actually got cookies?” daryl whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his baby girl's face.

“glenn found some oreos on yesterday's run,” hershel whispered back, closing his own eyes too, fixing the pillow under his head. “i might as well rest a bit too,” he mentioned. “i'll let you know when she's up.”

with a nod, a mumbled 'thank you,' and a gentle pat on the older man's shoulder, daryl left his daughter's cell.

his chest had a weird feeling, but it wasn't bad. he just never thought her kid would have such an amazing grandfather figure. he was more determined now to find the deer hershel had been talking about craving a few days ago.

𝑠𝜎 𝑚𝜇𝑐𝘩 𝑙𝜎𝜈𝜀.

toddling into the kitchen for dinner after story time with her dad, hand inside his, heather beamed when she saw you, running to you as fast as her tiny legs allowed her to hug your leg. “i love you, (y/n)!” she exclaimed.

“aw, i love you too, munchkin,” you happily replied, picking her up and hugging her while tickling her neck with your nose, eliciting the sweetest laugh from her. then you set her down on the floor again, and she rushed to beth.

“she jus' learned what it means,” daryl explained, taking a seat next to you.

“i love you means,” daryl started, pausing as he thought of the answer. he was not sure since he had never truly experienced something like that. maybe during his childhood, when his mom was alive. perhaps even the way he felt for you now… it came close. hell, maybe it was.

“'s when someone makes yea feel real happy like yer heart smiles when you're with 'em. an' they make you feel good about everythin', like things are gonna be alrigh",” he explained. “'s when you wanna kiss them face all the time, an' give em hugs,” he added, kissing his daughter's face over and over until she pushed him away playfully.

“love you, bef,” the tiny human said to your youngest sister.

“love you, heather,” beth giggled, placing a kiss on the toddler's cheek, who received it happily and went on to her next 'victim.'

“love you, cawl,” she stated confidently despite the r's still being a bit tricky for her. she hugged the fellow kid, who hugged her back before tickling her. she chuckled, trying to tickle carl back.

“love you, cawol,” heather said to the older woman as she ran to her. carol's face softened and responded by ruffling the girl's hair.

“me too, little one” carol uttered.

“love you, wick,” she told rick, who was burping his newborn. he exhaled a laugh when he saw heather climbing onto the chair next to him to see judith, “and i love the baby,” heather whispered, feeling rather grown since she was now the oldest baby in the group.

“right back at ya, kid,” rick said, playfully poking her tummy. her eyes scanned the room, searching for the remaining group members.

“i love ya, glenn,” heather threw herself into the young man's awaiting arms, getting twirled in a bear hug that made her laugh out loud. when her feet touched the ground again, she immediately ran to your other sister, “i love you, maggie,” she said while the latter placed a kiss on her forehead.

“love you, heather,” she replied with a big smile.

“i love you, 'ershel,” heather giggled as she reached up to be held by the old man, who happily obliged.

“love you too, sweetheart.”

still smiling, she ran back to daryl, chanting as she approached him, “and i love you the mostest, daddy!” he welcomed her into a big embrace, repeatedly kissing her cheek, tickling her neck with his beard as usual, and making the kitchen echo with her sweet, childish laugh.

𝜏𝜄𝜋𝜑 𝘩𝜇𝑚𝛼𝜋, 𝑏𝜄𝑔 𝑓𝜀𝜀𝑙𝜄𝜋𝑔𝑠.

“hey, heather, check this out!” carl called the little girl, excited to show her his new slingshot. however, the toddler was too focused on her tea party with bunny, her plushie, to respond or even look at him, so the boy decided to shoot the smallest rock in his pocket near her direction to get her attention.

big mistake.

not proficient enough with his aim, carl shot the rock straight at bunny's head, knocking its eye off. a gasp escaped heather's little mouth before she screamed in terror.

all the adults gathered in the kitchen with concerned expressions to see what the fuss was about, daryl being the first to get there. the hunter eyed carl suspiciously for a second before he kneeled next to his daughter, wide, scared eyes scanning her in search of an injury.

“wha's wrong, sweetheart? yea hurt?”

you approached the scene, placing a hand on carl's shoulder to ask if he was okay, rick doing the same on his other side. the poor boy looked so guilty.

“bunny, daddy!” heather sobbed, showing her father the one-eyed toy before holding it close to her chest as she cried in her daddy's arms. “cawl hurt 'im!”

“i- i didn't mean to! I just wanted to show her my slingshot,” carl confessed, his voice growing quiet at the end, dropping his head when he noticed heather's uncharacteristically enraged glare toward him. “i'm really sorry heather, i can fix i-” he started, kneeling to her height and trying to reach for the toy, but she yanked it away.

“NO!” she shouted, tears still streaming down her chubby cheeks as her dad lifted her up, trying to shush her. “bad cawl!”

gulping down the urge to scream at the boy for making his baby girl sad—breaking cycles, as he heard you say once, daryl simply patted his shoulder with a frown, “go on, le's give 'er space ta calm down,” he suggested to everyone; the crowd soon dispersing, going on about their chores.

“daddy, fix it,” heather pleaded as her tears and hiccups subsided, nearly 10 minutes later.

“y'know, i'm gonna need carl's help with this,” he winked toward the boy, who had been sitting nearby with his dad, resolute on getting the toddler to forgive him. “whaddaya think, sweetheart? carl wants to make it better too.”

“'kay, but be caweful,” she warned them, reaching for rick to hold her as carl darted to beth's cell to borrow her sewing supplies while daryl got the patient ready on the table. rick blew raspberries on the girl's tummy, successfully making her laugh again and distracting her from the plushie eye surgery performed behind them.

“all done!” carl presented it proudly, getting heather's attention, although she still glared at him with resentment. “he's good as new, see?” carl added, handing the toy to her gently. taking it in her tiny hands, she inspected her treasure.

“heather, i'm real sorry. can bunny, you, and i be friends again?” carl begged, finding her gaze when she tried to avoid his eyes, making her giggle as she was doing it on purpose.

she considered with toddler wisdom, humming while tapping her finger pensively against her delicate chin longer than necessary just because. carl did fix it after all, and bunny was all ready to play now. “ok, we're fwiends,” she finally agreed.

wriggling excitedly out of rick's grasp, she grabbed carl's hand and dragged him back to her tea party to play. no slingshots were allowed this time, though.

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[mintmentos]

I'm not even sure how long these took me to make but I FINISHED KNITTING MY FIRST PAIR OF SOCKS!!

I've had such a great time with these and learnt so much. I've used double pointed needles for the first time, been working in the round, actually succeeded at ribbing after the flop on my jumper and managed the dreaded heel turn! There's definitely a lot still to learn, I managed to do the kitchener stitching on the outside of BOTH socks somehow, they're a little bit on the small side so l need to sort my tension out (which I'm hoping to solve with blocking - wish me luck!) and the laddering is still quite prominent.

This was all round such a fun project and I'm so excited to try again and hopefully improve as I go!

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi! Do you have any tips how to not lose interest in a story and be enough interested to start/do write if? Personally I just get hyperfixated on a story idea I have, do the brainstorming, even the planning, sometimes world building and if I get serious I make lists about almost everything but never end up writing even if I have interest still, but at most cases at the point I could start writing I just loose interest and get bored of a story when I'm done figuring out what it'll be about and maybe because I don't really like thinking about the climax or the end of the story...

Hyperfixation on Planning Story, But Can't Write It

I do have some tips on rekindling your interest in your story, which I'll link below, but first I think it's worth addressing the specific issues you mentioned: that you don't like to think about the climax or end of the story.

Have you thought at all about why you feel that way? There are a few potential reasons I can think of:

1 - Your story doesn't have a conflict, so your story doesn't have a natural climax or ending. Stories revolve around conflict, or in other words a problem that needs to be solved. This problem could be in the character's heart and mind (internal conflict), in the character's situation/life/world (external conflict), or you can have both at the same time. Many stories these days have a parallel internal and external conflict. Stories are ultimately about someone (or a bunch of someones) trying to solve a problem. In order to solve that problem, they need to reach a particular goal or accomplish a particular thing. The bulk of the story will be their struggle to reach this goal as they overcome the obstacles along the way. The climax of the story is where they face down the cause of the conflict once and for all, whether that's a villain (like an evil wizard or corrupt corporation) or a force (like illness or a natural disaster) and try to solve the problem once and for all. Everything after that is the aftermath... whether they succeeded or failed, patching up their "wounds" from the "battle" (again, it doesn't have to be actual wounds or an actual battle), and settling into the post-conflict life. That's your ending.

2 - You have a conflict, but haven't figured out how it would be resolved, so the climax and ending are fuzzy. If you have a conflict but aren't sure how it would be resolved, it might help to think of the conflict as a problem that needs to be solved. For example, in The Hunger Games, the conflict was the Hunger Games Event... the problem was that Katniss volunteered to compete which put her life at risk. So the solution to the problem was to survive the event.

3 - You know what the climax and ending are, but you are enjoying the characters and world and don't want the story to end. This is one I think many writers can relate to. It can be really hard to let go of a story when you've enjoyed writing it, have gotten attached to the characters, and feel comfortable/familiar with the world. It can also be a little scary to think about diving into a whole new story. But, we do have to learn to let go of stories when they're finished and let them come to their natural conclusion. You can always go back to the world and characters, even if just for yourself, later on. It wouldn't be weird to write "fan-fiction" of your own story, and many writers turn these kinds of stories into prequels, sequels, companion series, and companion short stories that their readers enjoy, too.

Here are some tips for getting excited about your story again if you just need your motivation rekindled:

Guide: How to Rekindle Your Motivation to Write 5 Reasons You Lost Interest in Your WIP, Plus Fixes! Getting Excited About Your Story Again Getting Unstuck: Motivation Beyond Mood Boards & Playlists Feeling Unmotivated with WIP

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[tim-official]

people lump NFTs / the cryptocurrency craze of 2021 in with AI as "just another thing that tech grifters are excited about," and people love posting gifs of people cheering under news stories about OpenAI hemorrhaging money. this is a naive read on the situation, i think NFTs didn't work and never could. a ponzi scheme by definition cannot last. chatGPT, DALL·E, etc are things that sometimes work, and which work marginally better every month. this is infinitely more useful than NFTs, which are useless to everyone. as a result, some people actually want them - or, at least, people with capital think people will want them, which is just as good. also unlike NFTs, there is nothing about AI that means it inherently has to take huge amounts of electricity and clean water. the environmental cost of NFTs effectively gave them value; meanwhile, there are thousands of papers published and thousands of careers laser-focused on reducing the compute cost of machine learning. this is good, but keep in mind they're doing it because they want to put machine learning crap in all the fridges they crammed WiFi into five years ago, not because they care that much if the oceans boil

The people making NFTs were no-names trying to give everyone else FOMO for a quick buck. OpenAI is pouring cement mixers of Microsoft money into trying to generate a new market, and judging by the sheer number of people who have incorporated ChatGPT into their everyday routines, they are succeeding, and attracting insane amounts of investment in the process. When you have as much capital and market share as Microsoft you are freed from the obligation to ever make anything profitable. this is late capitalism: "supply" and "demand" are completely uncoupled, society is organized around production solely based on fictions and superstitions in the heads of private equity goons anyway. this is not an "AI is evil" or "AI is good" post. just don't compare the situation to NFTs or crypto and assume it's all the work of "techbros" or whatever. it's not comparable, by orders of magnitude

[yourdoorisunlocked]

Soldier of Spades - Husker Headcanons

𝐀/𝐍: Another request!! I definitely prefer doing headcanons, since they're quicker and easier to put together, then again this is more like a mini-fic in the form of bulleted point - Enjoy!! ^ ^

. . .

𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒

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🍺 The feline bartender had a rather neutral stance on your presence at first, being as indifferent as he was with anyone else.

🍺 Husker assumed that eventually, you’d become just like everyone else: bitching and whining to him over a glass of liquid courage during the late hours of the night.

🍺 But he was surprised to find that you seldom walked up to the bar to get a drink, much less actually talk to anybody outside of your usual hours.

🍺 Whenever you did visit the bar - albiet very, very rarely - The both of you would simply enjoy each other’s company in silence, and Husker found you were a nice change of pace from the chaos that would normally ensue.

🍺 You slowly grew accustomed to Husk’s presence - and he to yours - you became more familiar with him, and an unspoken companionship formed.

🍺 It wasn’t until one night at the bar, in an attempt to ease your nerves and escape from your past in the strangely comforting presence of a certain feline bartender, you noticed him playing with a deck of playing cards.

🍺 After a few moments of mesmerized staring, Husker spoke up with a raised eyebrow.

🍺 “Hey, kid. Lemme show you somethin’.”

🍺 He reveled slightly in the wide-eyed look of wonderment that you gave him when he pulled a few card tricks, admiring the masterful flicking, folding, and sleight of hand he displayed before finally taking a bow and leaving you dumbstruck. You'd never seen anything like that before.

🍺 "What? If all it took was a couple a' card tricks to knock you off your rocker, I don't know how you've been able to survive down here," Husker takes a swig of his near-empty bottle, though this time the stormy expression that he usually sported was replaced by a wolfish grin.

🍺 That fleeting thrum of your heart had left your nerves on end with excitement. Such a foreign feeling felt deliciously warm and dangerous at the same time, and you were eager for a taste of more.

🍺 After that night, you had grown even closer to the bartender, and your visits became more and more frequent with each passing day you spent as a security guard at the hotel. A unique, yet not completely unfamiliar job to you.

🍺 But like anyone else on the job, you'd needed a reliever at the end of a stressful day, though you preferred finding solace in another's company, rather than at the bottom of a bottle.

🍺 You'd long since befriended the gruff, rough-around-the-edges ex-soldier, and Husker too had felt himself drawn to you, in an unfamiliar way that made the tips of his fur stand on end; the last time he'd felt so close to someone hadn't ended well. But he couldn't help but drop his guard around you.

🍺 Decades of being alone with nothing - not even his own soul - had run the bartender ragged, but he pushed through in light of a new friendship.

🍺 One night, when you were feeling particularly comfortable with Husk, you'd accidentally spilled the fact that you, too, were an ex-soldier, a survivor and witness to the horrors of war.

🍺 "You too, huh?" You raised an eyebrow. "Were you...?"

🍺 He nodded and took another sip. "You, uh, tend to see some things out there, ya'know?" Husk looked to you, a flicker of something familiar that you had seen before, a grim acknowledgment shared between comrades on the battlefield. You knew that look all too well.

🍺 And Husker, one again, tried - and succeeded - to lift your spirits with one of his signature card tricks, though this time, it was a bit more complicated.

🍺 He smirked and raised a bottle towards you after shuffling the cards and pulling a few tricks with them. "Check behind your ear, kid."

🍺 Hesitantly, you reach behind your ear, your gloves tangling into your tied back hair momentarily before you felt something slip into your hand.

🍺 With a growing smile, and a small laugh you slipped the card from your locks into your hand and grinned up at Husk, who smirked back down at you.

🍺 The evening then passed like any other, and you quickly forgot all about your past, instead being whisked away from the theatrics of another one of Husk's stories and a few more tricks up his sleeve, promising to one day teach you the ins and outs of this strange game called 'poker' that he spoke so fondly of.

🍺 Once you'd gotten back to your hotel room, ever mindful of the quickly passing time and how early you'd need to rise in the morning for your shift, you flopped down onto your bed, the burn of alcohol fizzing down your throat and the fleeting happiness lingering and tightening around your heart.

🍺 You gripped the card in your ungloved hands with a small warmth flaring against your cheeks. An Ace of Spades was printed on the front of the card in a stark, inky black.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one was experimental - much like the Lucifer headcanons - but definitely fun to make! I hope you all enjoyed it! Another request down, and I have more in store ;)

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[amethystfairy1]

ASPEC CUUUUBBBBBB YEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

*ahem*

So most of my Katherine questions got answered in the newest chapter, and this one probably will in the next chapter but it is LATE and I am EXCITED so

How exactly does Katherine get through the glamour locks? Did Shelby manage to enchant something for her to open them or does she need to bring a glamour-capable friend?

On a scale of “no problems whatsoever” to “had to replace a bunch of doors at home/work so I could actually open them”, how much does not having glamour affect Katherine in the undercity? Does she get locked out of places? Do some people think it’s strange that her eyes never spark? What would happen if she got into a tight spot without glamour defenses, does she carry a weapon?

Can’t wait to see the boys finally meet in person! Zed’s gonna think Tango’s the coolest guy ever (he has *fire hair!*) and Tango’s gonna combust for real when that happens

I know everyone says it, but thank you for sharing your writing and giving us all Zedango fever! This series is cool as hell and so are you!!

I'm so glad you love ASPEC Cub!!! 👏

Ooooo Katherine questions!!!

That's a great question! Yeah, this is gonna come up later, but Katherine does actually have some trouble with being unable to use glamor in the under-city! Luckily for her she tends to travel through pretty busy areas during rush times, and the places she in particular goes don't tend to have a ton of glamor locks she needs to get through. But she most certainly has gotten locked out of places! The school she works at in the mid-levels is one example, she's had to bang on Bdubs classroom window for him to let her in after stepping out for a late lunch break before 😆

She doesn't receive too much suspicion from being a human! Considering the under-city has been open to travel between bedrock for as long as anyone can remember, it's nothing new for humans to live full-time down there. They're in the minority, sure, so people might be like 'oh would you look at that, a human!' but that's about as far as it goes.

She carries potion of harming in a spray bottle! One in her pocket, and one in her purse! It's basically mace. Glamor infused mace 👏

I'm so glad you're enjoying the Zedango fever!!! My plan to drag everyone into loving this ship with me is SUCCEEDING!

[ginger-pup]

Oh you just had to be a BRAT didn't you? Stuck alone in his room to think about your thoughts and hear him speak to his friends on the other side of the wall. They don't know you're here. They have no clue what a filthy little brat you are, tied up and whining into your gag as the vibrating plug pushes another orgasm through your pathetic form.

He had given you three chances, three chances to behave. But your dumb little head just absolutely had to tease him! First, it was the miniskirt. Wearing it around home, showing yourself off for him with a feined innocence with the idea that since his friends were coming over soon, he surely couldn't do anything about it. Right?

The second chance was when he was having a quick shower. You just absolutely had to join him didn't you? Just had to pretend you had no clue what you were doing while posing and pressing up against his frustrated crotch, feeling his warmth and eagerness grow. Denying him any advancements because, well, his friends are over soon aren't they? You two shouldn't waste time letting off some steam when they're on their way already.

Third chance was the final attitude, the brattiness you showed when he tried to dominate you into fulfilling his desires. When he gripped your hips with his rough hands and took your neck into his mouth and you fought him every step of the way. He knew your complaints were false, your crotch visibly dripping against him as he tried to overpower you. He almost succeeded, but his phone saved you with a message from his friends that they'd be here any minute.

Pent up, angry and sick of your attitude. He tied your hands to your ankles, sticking your body in a permanent pose on your knees. Your favourite toy, a vibrating buttplug, stuck in you at full power and a gag stuck between your teeth so that his friends won't hear your desperate sobs. The perfect combination to remind you where your place is.

Time ticks by, every minute feeling like forever as the sounds of laughter and conversation echo throughout the house. The next orgasm quickly approaches, adding another layer to the ever growing puddle of juices between your legs. Your mind is so foggy, there's not a thought left other than the desperate urge to remove the overstimulation. But even that's beginning to fade. This is where you belong isn't it? Crying, strapped into place and just waiting for him. Why should you do anything else? You're just his toy. Your Dom is your life, he's all you should focus on. Right?

And eventually, the sound of goodbyes and the front door closing signal the next part of your punishment approaching. With a small click, the bedroom door unlocks and he stands there with a grin on his face. Almost too hazy to feel embarrassed, you try to cover yourself somehow but your weak body won't move itself. So pathetic, such a slut.

His eyes study you for a few moments before grinning even more, the sound of his belt unbuckling bringing a sense of excitement to your ears. Finally, he'll fuck you and then you're punishment is over right?

"such a silly little thing. Since you refused to help me finish earlier, I don't think you deserve to do so now. I'll just leave you like that hm?" A small pause follows, interrupted but your desperate whining against the gag.

"Oh shut up, sit there and be my porn. You don't deserve my attention"

And with that, he begins masturbating only a small distance away. Close enough so that you can see every fine little detail. His crotch throbbing, so desperate for release that he cums quite quickly. The cum that should've been destined for you, spraying onto his lap and tummy. Such a waste right? Surely if you'd behaved it would've been deep inside you, where it actually belongs.

After cleaning himself up, he sits and appreciates the view for a while before moving over and undoing your gag. Letting your jaw rest for a few precious moments he asks

"what's your colour pup?... green?..good puppy"

Eager for release from your bondage and punishment you can't help but have a hint of eagerness in your answers, your stomach dropping as he continues speaking.

"well if that's the case, I've got to go pickup some things from the store. I'll be leaving you like this, that's not a problem is it?

Little brats deserve it"

Thanks for reading!! Just a little rambling story I wrote at midnight so please excuse my grammar! Just a bit of an idea for plot or a story I guesss. 🥰

[lollytea]

do you think everyone else in the hexsquad knows about Hunter's crush on Willow? and/or vice versa, maybe? even that there's something happening but it's a slow and tentative thing that they shouldn't push or meddle in? like Hunter is valiantly trying not to be painfully flustered and obvious around the others while Willow seems to be making some attempt to be subtle and deliberate about when she does The Flirts and i'm curious how much either of them they're succeeding

I've been thinking about it and I believe the most logical conclusion based on what we know from Thanks to Them is that they all know to some extent but their level of knowledge varies depending on the person. But one tidbit that they are all very aware of is Hunter's painfully obvious crush on Willow. They're just. Politely ignoring it.

Because like. I think if this was a thing they knew and made their business, Thanks of Them would have at least given one example of them giving him looks or making some comment alluding to it. There's none of that. Which could mean that none of them actually know. But...c'mon...

Like how the fuck is he hiding this? Realistically speaking. He goes bright red when Willow does anything. There is no way he's been doing that for months with not a single person noticing.

So I figure that while Willow's feeling might be a little more subtle and not everybody is entirely certain of them, one thing they can all agree on is Hunter.

I imagine that it's kinda similar to Willow and Gus's reaction when lumity was developing. Like they knew but they let Luz and Amity figure it out for themselves rather than get involved.

Vee would absolutely clock Hunter as a hopeless girl liker immediately. Like she's been having a pleasantly slice-of-life teenage experience these last few months while her sister has been fighting for her life. Vee hangs around with her average teen friends, she watches TV, she's sniffed around online. Vee sees like twelve stupid crushing teenage boys on her morning route to the supermarket alone. Like she knows the drill.

I also kinda like the thought that she knows about Willow's crush too. Their friendship in Thanks to Them is so cute so I really like to headcanon they often hang out when Lumity and the Menace Brothers are off doing their own thing. So they're having giggly little private talks and idk brushing each others hair or whatever. So Vee knows about Willow's feelings because Willow told her. Like she's gotta be a gushing teenage girl about Hunter to somebody and honestly I can't think of a more perfect candidate than Vee.

It would be cute if Vee was the reason Willow really started stepping up her flirting game. Like she thinks Hunter might like her but she's still not certain, and Vee offers her opinion that he most definitely does. With that certainty in mind, Willow gets a little bolder in how she approaches her interactions with him and eventually starts to pick up that Vee was right. He is absolutely reciprocating. It's simply a matter of waiting until he's ready to flirt back.

Love to think that Gus cares the least about this shit but he's also cursed to be the most perceptive of the group. Labyrinth Runners reveals that he's very good at reading even the subtler emotions of both Hunter and Willow. So neither of them told him but he's known since the day they fucking met. He actually caught on to Willow's strange shift in behavior first during the events of ASIAS and it wasn't until he became more familiar with Hunter better that he realized it was mutual.

But like. He doesn't really care. It doesn't bother him really but he's not exactly bursting with excitement over it. He figures if he just leaves them to it, they'll eventually sort out what they are to each other. That's what happened with Luz and Amity anyway.

I feel like he would never make a big deal about it. But based on "You wanna borrow my library card to visit Amity, don't you?" being his way to saying he knew that lumity had something going on, he'd definitely just drop it in casual conversation. Which scares the absolute shit out of Hunter. Like

"Hey Hunter, Camila's got groceries in the trunk. Help us bring them in."

"Oh sure, no problem."

"But please don't do that thing where you try to carry four bags at once. It never ends well."

"That was one time!"

"Yeah and Willow's already out there so there's bound to be a second time. Your crush on her makes you do stupid stuff."

"MY WHA T????"

So yeah Gus doesn't bring it up often. But whenever he does, it startles Hunter terribly. Based on the whole lumity cookbook thing, he's nice enough that he'd try to help every now and again. He's not exactly good at it. And he doesn't do much. But he helps. And Hunter is already at a complete loss on what to do so he'll just blindly follow whatever advice Gus gives him. This leads to him gifting Willow a cookie tin of dirt. (She liked it so Hunter has not disowned Gus as his wingman just yet.)

When it comes to Willow, it'd be post ASIAS-pre LR where they'd just be at school, eating lunch and Willow is glued to her scroll.

"Are you all smiley and giggly because you're texting the Golden Guard?" Gus asks boredly.

Willow looks up, surprised. Then she smirks. "And if I am?"

"I'm not gonna say anything but I'm gonna be pretty "Hmmm" about it."

Willow just laughs. "What if I said he was cute."

"Girl..."

But now that Gus and Hunter are besties, he is also equipped to help Willow along. Of course, Willow doesn't exactly need help. She's actually doing perfectly fine on her own. But yknow he'll occasionally feed her information. Like "Okay okay there's this one line from Cosmic Frontier. Write this down, it's like--I said write it down. It's like his weakness. He's quoted it a billion times today alone. If you say it, I promise you he'll swoon. Trust me on this."

Hunter did swoon so Gus has not lost Willow's wingman privileges either.

Amity is just not very observant to others' feelings a lot of the time unless they make them explicitly obvious. I feel like this is especially true with Willow who she loves but doesn't always have the best read on. Like Amity was completely oblivious to Willow's frustration with her in LR so it's safe to say she doesn't really understand her inside and out. And that's fine, she needs some time to get to know the real Willow. So yeah she wouldn't really notice that Willow has a crush on Hunter unless it is point blank explained to her.

It also never even crosses her mind that Willow could possibly be attracted to Hunter. That anybody could be attracted to Hunter. Because frankly Hunter is the most romantically unappealing creature Amity has ever beholded. And she does not mean that in a mean way. It is simply fact. So the eyes she's giving Willow during the cosplay scene is just complete bewilderment because she cannot comprehend why Willow is encouraging this.

Like girl, she wants to smooch his stupid face. Keep up.

But there is no discernable way Amity does not see herself in Hunter. He is tomatoing all over the place. Like it doesn't matter now unobservant she is. This shit is impossible to miss. But quite honestly, I think Amity understanding what he's going through would lead to her not saying a word about it. Like he's clearly still in the very emotionally muddled stage. He's figuring out what he's feeling. He's coming to terms with it. So maybe he'd like to get a better understanding of it before his friends are pressuring him into making a move/confessing. And she gets that it's a very vulnerable way to feel. Sometimes you want to feel like you have some privacy over your emotions, even when you know you're very bad at hiding them. It's not Hunter's fault he's prone to blushing and displaying his crush for the world to see. But he has a right to keep it to himself until he's ready to talk about it. Amity respects that.

When it comes to Luz, I originally saw it as her being too focused on returning to the Boiling Isles to notice that something was developing. But after Thanks to Them, I see it differently. Over these last few months, Luz and Hunter have had this secret bubble between the two of them that nobody else knows about. Obviously they know about the Philip and grimwalker stuff but I could easily imagine the two of them slipping into this relationship where they just spill the beans of all the dark ugly and confusing emotions that they don't feel comfortable telling anyone else about.

Having a crush is definitely a lot more lighthearted than the stuff they usually talk about but it's Hunter's first crush so it makes him feel very vulnerable and weird. And if he's gonna vocalize that unfamiliar feeling to anyone, it would be Luz.

And I know Luz is a hopeless romantic. I know. Buuuut. I like to think that being around Eda and Raine for a short period of time really opened her eyes to the fact that romance can be...complicated? Difficult? Messy? Basically, just not as shiny and bubbly as she used to think it was. As such, Luz does not jump at the opportunity to pair Hunter and Willow up. Season 1-season 2A Luz might have. But she is not the same girl. Her view on romantic love is a little more nuanced. Sometimes it's something you have to be careful with. So she doesn't push it. Like Amity, Luz deduces that Hunter needs a little time to process what he's feeling before he goes diving into the next stage. So she gives him space to do that. In the meantime, she's here if he wants a void to yell into about it.

All that being said, Luz would occasionally tease him about it now and again.

When it comes to Willow's feelings, I feel like Luz has tried to subtly suss them out on Hunter's behalf but it's....difficult. Not because Willow is subtle about it but because Luz and Willow's feelings for Hunter kinda overlap into something very unclear.

Willow and Luz both have that sapphic girl tendency where they are deeply fascinated with the same soggy piece of bread of a guy. They want to study him under a microscope. They want to put him in an enclosure filled with strange objects that he doesn't understand and observe his behavior through the security camera. The only difference is that Willow mostly behaves this way because she thinks he's boyfriend material, while Luz just sees him as her most beloved moth eaten stuffed animal.

But because Willow's enthusiasm and support of Hunter is so similar to her own, Luz has a hard time coming to a conclusion on if Willow's feelings have branched out into the romantic direction.

Because like Willow will say shit like "Hunter is so cute <3"

And Luz responds. "Yeah. He reminds me of one of the feral possums we kept finding in the shack."

"I want to kiss him." She'll sigh absentmindedly.

And Luz has to internally debate this for over ten minutes because she also wants to kiss Hunter. On the forehead. Because she's always wanted to kiss a feral possum on the forehead. So she is forced to concede that she has no fucking idea what Willow feels, despite the fact that Willow could not be any more obvious if she tried.

[slocumjoe]

I got that random encounter with a dude named Art and a synth that looks exactly like him and you have to decide which is the synth and which isn't, and it got me thinking...

How do you think the companions would react to encountering a synth that looks exactly like them (maybe sent to spy on the SS for the institute??), and the synth tries to convince the SS that they're actually the real version of their companion? What would each of the companions say to try to show the SS that they're the actual real version of themselves?

Cait; kills it on sight and just...digs around for the chip as proof. The real Cait wouldn't hesitate, but the biggest tell, is that the Institute synth would be too physically clean, not have her calluses, and wouldn't smell the way she does. Which is to say, like blood and B.O.

Curie; would 100% try to befriend the synth, being a synth herself. Questions the logic behind making a synth of a synth. Her trying to make friends is what you could use to figure out who's real, as the synth synth would be encouraging you to kill Curie, and Curie would be excited to have a sister.

Danse; kills it pre-BB, similar to Cait. Brings it back to the Prydwen for study and stays there for a while, since the Institute is now gunning for him. Post-BB, this would go so messy i don't even know how to describe it. I think the Danse synth synth would try to be the real, human Danse, in which case, you'd have to keep actual Danse from offing himself. Whichever one tries that, that's your Danse.

Deacon; I'm not me, how are you me??? Would try to talk the synth down into going to the Railroad, escaping. Problem is, the synth would do the same thing to Deacon. And both of them are insistent they aren't the synth. Also, both of them are liars. Your clue here? Skin. The synth wouldn't have Deacon's leathery skin and built up surgical markings. The Institute wouldn't give a synth years and years of plastic surgery. Also, could quiz them both on RR info. The synth wouldn't know.

Gage; ...I was going to go Cait style. But...Gage might be interested. An inside contact into the Institute...Gage canonically thinks better of them than the other factions. And hey, having a body double isn't the worst thing in the world. So, he might try to offer a little deal. Yeah, you can take my place, I'll handle the business side of things from the background, and you make it worth our while. The synth would, again, be the one wanting you to kill the other guy. That could potentially catch you up, but if you know Gage well enough to know he's always looking for an opportunity, you'll see who's who.

Hancock; Maybe the easiest one. Hancock would assume he's tripping and seeing things, ignoring the synth. The synth is the one that isn't high, and acknowledges the other first. Hancock would blink and be surprised you could see it too. Not sure if he'd want to kill the synth, but I think he'd feel like he had to. He's a mayor. He can't have a clone from the Institute, who could potentially go to Goodneighbor and hand it over on a silver platter.

MacCready; Freaked the fuck out and immediately worries about Duncan. That's your cue. The synth would be busy insisting he's the real one, MacCready would be openly panicked over Duncan's safety, if they got him, too. Also, the synth's teeth would be too white. Years of eating candy, drinking soda, not brushing? Can't fake that.

Nick; this is the plot of far harbor but whichever one stinks of cigarettes smoke and creaks too much when he moves. The other guy is cleaner and doesn't have the traits you get only from age. Would also try to talk the guy into bailing on the Institute, has a higher chance of succeeding.

Piper; Piper is the one who's horrifed...but also,, kinda proud. Like...smug. They felt she was important enough to replace her, which means her papers are right, which means McDonough is 100% a synth! Whichever one of them starts sassing is the real Piper, the fake one going crazy and begging you to kill the other is the synth. This has a high chance of catching someone up.

Preston; pities the fool who wants to be him, do what he does. Like Hancock, wouldn't want to kill it, but Preston has a position of power he can't let the Institute have on weekends or some shit. You could tell who's who based on two crucial things; hat hair, and eyebags. Preston wears his hat too much, the other guy probably just got it.

X6-88; Confused at this. Why? Takes the synth back to the Institute by force and goes around until someone gives him an answer. Who the fuck is wasting time like this? If the Institute is destroyed, kills it, and starts wondering if there are multiple of one synth, and the things like X6-88, M7-97, etc...are less like codes, and more like brand names. There's not much you could do to tell X6-88 and a copy apart. Your best bet is body language, or if you're a clever cookie, hand them both your gun and see who's most familiar with it. X6-88 would know it intimately even without using it, having watched you. The other guy would fumble a bit.

[neymarismyfave]

Every Good Thing Comes With A Price.

Parings:Cristiano Ronaldo x Y/n

Warning: Angst, cussing, fluff.

Summary: Y/n and Ronaldo absolutely hate each other.

Requested: Yes

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"You ready yet?" Sarah called from the living room. "No! Almost!" Y/n responds running a brush through her H/C hair. She then sat the brush down and checked her appearance. After she was satisfied she made her way out of the bathroom and into the living room. "So?" Y/n asked, looking at Sarah. "Oh wow..." Sarah mutters, her mouth slightly agape. "Is that a bad oh wow, or a good oh wow?" Y/n asked oncemore, anxiously biting her lower lip. "It's, a great oh wow, trust me." Sarah awnserd, admiring the shiny black dress that hugged Y/n figure perfectly.

"Good to know." Y/n said after Sarah had stopped staring at the dress. "Sorry, anyway ready?" Sarah asked. "Mhm." Y/n mumbles. "You have nothing to worry about." Sarah said with a small smile before grabbing Y/n's hand. Y/n then allowed Sarah to guide her out of the house and down the driveway. Sarah then let go of Y/n's hand once they arrived at the car. The two women hopped in and Sarah started the car.

___________

After about a 20 minute drive they arrived. And when Y/n stepped out of the car she way awestruck. There was flashing lights, beautiful veiw and the tallest mansion she had ever seen. "Wow." Y/n said breathlessly. "I know right!" Sarah said with a squeal. "What are you waiting for?" Sarah asks. Y/n gives Sarah an excited smile before walking toward the building Sarah close behind her. As soon as Y/n and Sarah walk through the door after getting through security they're greeted with loud, ear bleeding music and the smell of achohol.

"Holy shit its loud in here!" Y/n called out to Sarah, over the loud music. "Isn't that the idea of a club?" Sarah called back. Y/n shrugged. "I'm gonna go get a drink!" Y/n called out again. Sarah nods and Y/n walks off making her way to the bar. As soon as she makes it over to the bar, the slight smile she had on her face instantly faded. There right in front of her was Cristiano Ronaldo her greatest enemy. "Well shit." Y/n mumbled under her breath before taking a breath.

"What may I get you?" The bartender asks. "Oh um, a strawberry margarita, please." Y/n mumbles. "Is that all?" The bartender asks again. "Yes please." Y/n says with a small smile. "Coming right up." The bartender mumbles before getting started on her drink. "Well hello." Y/n's eyes instantly squeezed shut. "What do you want Ronaldo." She asked as he sat down. "Oh nothing. Just here to get under your skin." He says with a smirk. "Well congrats, you succeeded." Y/n says through gritted teeth.

"Not in my opinion." Ronaldo mumbles as Y/n drink gets handed to her. "Y'know, you can be a real asshole sometimes." Y/n mumbles taking a sip of her drink. "Why thank you." Ronaldo says with an eyeroll. "Why dont you go talk to someone that actually cares about you. For example, your girlfriend, oh wait she left you for Neymar. Who would've thought." Y/n says laughing to herself. Her laughter instantly died down when Ronaldo grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her seat dragging her behind him.

"Let go, you bastard!" Y/n yelled. But before she can say another word she way pushed into a room. "God, the fucking audacity you have!" Ronaldo spits out slamming the door shut. Y/n swallows heavily. "I-" Y/n starts. "Save it!" Ronaldo grumbles through gritted teeth. Y/n was prepared to get yelled at and get into a huge fight that would ruin both their nights and egos. But what she wasn't prepared for was the simple word spilling out of Ronaldo's annoying mouth.

"Strip." Ronaldo mumbles. "W-What." Y/n stuttered. "You fucking heard me. Strip." Ronaldo mumbles, taking a few steps closer to her. Y/n backed away but was blocked by a bed. Ronaldo stepped closer and closer to her until he was leaning over her, his arms pinned on each side of her head. "Do I need to do it myself?" Ronaldo mumbled, his eyes clouded with anger and, lust?

"I-I" Y/n was to shocked to speak, all the nasty and hateful things had dissapeared from her mind as she imagined him thrusting into her roughly, making her feel good with a simple touch of his long slender fingers. Her breath hitched as she felt his finger tips trace her thigh. "Awnser me." Ronaldo ordered. "Yes." Y/n says, still attempting to remain cocky. "Dont act all cocky. Your dying to fucking feel me." Ronaldo whispered in her ear, his hand trailing under her dress pulling the dress up the farther he goes.

His hand traveled further and further until the dress was pulled up past her breast revealing her black lacy panties and matching bra. Y/n's mind became foggy. She did want to feel him. No she needed to feel him. "God your soaking." Ronaldo practically groaned out. "Please." Y/n blurted out. Ronaldo looked up at the small girl with a smirk. "Please what?" He asked. "Fuck me." Y/n breathed out. She regretted it. But at the moment she needed it. Before she could say another word Ronald's surprisingly soft lips were pressed against hers.

Y/n moaned out giving him the opportunity to slide his tounge into her mouth. As their tounges fought for domanice Y/n ran her hands along Ronaldo's shoulder gripping onto his biceps. Ronaldo pulled away and stood up pulling his shirt over his head. He then returned to pinning her down and pressed his lips against hers oncemore. Y/n couldnt hold back, she need him. "God please." She mumbled once he pulled away for air. Ronaldo smirks before slipping his hands under her thighs lifting them up ove his shoulders. He then slowly pulls her lacy underwear down and tosses the small cloth somewhere across the room.

Y/n sucked in a breath as cold air rushed against her cunt. She let out a small moan when she felt Ronaldos warm tounge make contact with the bundle of nerves. She whimpered as his tounge instantly started moving at a fast pace. She slowly moved her hands down to his hair and ran her fingers through the short strands. She moaned out oncemore as his tounge lapped at her cunt roughly. She felt a warm feeling build up in her abdomen and knew she was close. She moaned out louder as Ronaldo's fingers dug into her thighs.

"S-So f-fucking close." Y/n mumbled, bucking her hips up into his face. She felt Ronadlo smirk against her cunt. She wanted to make him regret this but it just felt to good. She felt the warm feeling in her abdomen build up and soon it felt like it would snap at any moment. "Please let me cum." Y/n said with a moan. "I'm not stopping you." Ronaldo groaned against her cunt as she bucked up into him. That was all Y/n need to hear before she was coming undone. She had let out the loudest moan she had ever let out before. She continued bucking up into him letting out smaller moans.

Once she was done and caught her breath and Ronaldo had lapped up any leftover cum she she mentally cursed at herself. She then looked over at Ronaldo who was now standing. "Good luck." He simply said before walking out leaving Y/n to clean up their mess. "Fuck you." She mumbled under her breath.

Sorry if this wasn't as good as your expected! Have a nice day and thanks for reading!

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

In the season 1 script book (idk if it's in every version but definitely it's in the white paperback version) there's a scene that got cut from episode 3 that takes place on opening day at the bookshop. And I swear, if season 3 opens with this scene I am going to go absolutely feral.

Because this scene is essentially an alternate version of how the final fifteen of episode 6 could have gone.

Gabriel (and Sandalphon) are trying to bring Aziraphale back to heaven as a promotion. Aziraphale doesn't want to go but unlike ep. 6, in this scene he doesn't outright say it. He just cites opening his bookshop. And instead of trying to convince him like the metatron did, Gabriel and Sandalphon really don't leave any room for Aziraphale to make his own choice (or the illusion of choice depending on what season 2 theories you believe), they're going to take him back to heaven as soon as Gabriel finishes an errand (picking up a new outfit from a nearby tailor).

Crowley is luckily eavesdrops from the doorway (only Aziraphale notices him there) and while Gabriel is trying on his new clothes, he hears Crowley talking to someone in the alley through the dressing room window.

Who is Crowley talking to? No one. He's puppeting a mannequin to make it seem like he's having an infernal meeting. Crowley makes the puppet tell him that Aziraphale is going to be sent back up to heaven and Crowley pretends to be excited about the news because apparently Aziraphale is the only thing stopping evil from succeeding on earth.

The scene cuts to Gabriel and Sandalphon telling Aziraphale that actually just kidding about the promotion, he needs to stay on earth after all.

Imagine season 3 opening like this and how that would contrast against the final fifteen.

In the notes ahead of the scene, Neil Gaiman writes that if it had been the other way around, if Aziraphale was rescuing Crowley, he would have fought harder to keep it in the show. Imagine how putting this at the start of season 3, it would foreshadow a last minute haphazard rescue by Crowley.

I said that this scene is the alternate version of the final fifteen but what if it's the other way around. What if the final fifteen is a second attempt at the bookshop opening day scene? Imagine if this promotion and medal and sending Gabriel down was the Metatron's first attempt at bringing Aziraphale back to heaven and having failed spectacularly, he decided that the next time the opportunity presented itself, he'd do it himself.

I don't know, i just think it'd be neat if this were our season 3 opening scene.

[vole-mon-amour]

3x08, part 1.

Opening the episode with literally Jamie's name is !!! I'm already smiling. My boooy. <3 A streak of four wins just bc Jamie saw the flaw in Total Football, fixed it, and there we go <3

I am so incredibly sad for what Ted has to go through. This SUCKS. Some other man is bad enough, but your fucking therapist is a punch in the gut. Especially when you still have feelings for the woman you love, but she doesn't love you anymore.

I don't UNDERSTAND! If TedBecca isn't supposed to be romantic like Hannah and the writers say, why this? Like, yeah, they've been to the same party, obviously. And the mention is casual, "they're brother and sister to me", but I still see the foreshadowing. Like, I'm all TedTrent and bi Ted, but ????

Mae is so sweet. What a woman.

Seeing wlw in s3 of Ted Lasso was the last thing I expected, but hell yeah. Please don't make Jack evil. Please. If they're gonna break up, let it not be a scandal and a mutual breakup or something. However, I can see Keeley staying with Jack and Roy telling her he has feelings for Jamie and they hit it off pretty nicely. But that's just my shipper heart's desire. We'll see bc I don't think this show might be that bold.

I wonder how many women actually sleep with their bra on. It's the most uncomfortable thing EVER imo.

Keeley is such an excitable puppy. Just like Jamie when with Roy. :)

I'm actually surprised about Nate and Jade. Like... it's almost a complete 180? Idk, I still dislike him. I think I understand the point, be kind and and not judgemental, all of that, but I can't with him. I don't like him and his storyline. A lot of screen time was wasted on him when imo when it could've been something way more interesting.

She might as well might be a butch bi.

Laughing. Trent with his what I almost sure is an empty mug, just for the drama of it. Doesn't matter that he 'drinks' from it after. Show me liquid in there or I'm not fooled.

S1 Roy would never, and I'm proud of his development. Ted is one of his people now, isn't he? A good friend for sure. It's also very interesting for me to watch in terms of Roy's other relationships and interactions. He already went somewhat there with Jamie in Amsterdam, "I was a dick today, I'm sorry" and how he realizes that he often releases his negative emotions on Jamie "whether you deserve it or not".

Crying with laughter. Roy is ready to "talk about it", but definitely isn't ready to do THAT. It makes me feel good for getting this part of a relationship right in my fic, lmaoooo. Also, where is Higgins?

A real conflict here, hehe. Hopefully, one day, he's gonna be ready to join them and talk about it. That would be fun to watch.

Higgins summoning succeeded.

What are you doing there, Helga soft boy, with your sparkling pencil? This makes me think of that "Jamie — Jamie" thingy. Yeah, no, Roy and Jamie are in love.

This is more like a soft howling/whining :')

Babe, wake up, new reaction meme just dropped.

He sure does, but he's still repressed about it.

Trent Crimm woof'ing with a soft look on his face can be SO personal. I love him, your honor. I wonder what he'll write in his book about that. I also wonder when is Roy gonna join them. Oh, i'l watch him barking and woofing, alright. Jamie wouldn't let that go, EVER. At the same time I feel like Roy would refuse to imitate barking & they would let him just bc that's Roy. A simple "fuck you" and that's ok.

The difference in body language, wow. Love hounds though? Nate, you need to get back with Ted then. Gosh, this entire storyline is SO awkward.

I think I'm still in love with her a little bit. What a woman.