#and wanting to make funny heartfelt stuff about em

[animationismycomfort]

am I the only one who likes making toy AUs?

[knizuu]

Talk to me abt uhhh anything- Fang, Petey, OC, idc. ANYTHING U WANT💖💖

PLEASE IM GENUINELY INTERESTED IM NOT DOING THIS JUST CUS U LET ME- /gen

I get so nervous writing asks wtf

DUDE IM SO DUCKING HAPPY +omg same </33

COUGH well imma go in order lets go with the

FANG🫧….

SIGHH I LOVE HIM SM. tbh I see how people react to the recent idw miniseries which left the Hooligan fans really sour </33 to me, though, it wasn’t too bad?? I see how it works and honestly the only sad part to me is WHY DID HOOLIGANS BREAK UP AUH but im so used to “sonic canon ew” so like-I should’ve expected that sigh. So I can reason with how excited people headcannon/draw/make whatever of the guy it’s really cool since we all kinda agree? Like even with such a variety we all take the guy lovingly <33 which is sweet :> like its pretty chill-WHCIH IS FUNNY because Im actually really scared in small communities <- i made a post bout it once i-I EAT UP ANY FAN MADE FANG CONTENT FR i love all fangs really [so far] ^ ^ tbh even my school knows that-I did pottery of him, drawn him, spoke of him, my teacher saw a drawing of Fang I did and HE QUOTE: I was looking for that [SIR I GET IT IM PREDICATABLE/silly]

PETEY💠

Ok as much as heartfelt I feel about Fang-Petey is just some other freak of nature my family knows. I’m NOT EVEN JOKING-MY MOM SANG ABOUT HIM WHILE MAKING LUNCH/GEN GEN GEN-cough. Idk why but ever since my brother [the first dog man fan obviously] inserted dog man into my family [by 1. SHOWING MY FANART/BOOKS TO MUM 2. LETTING ME SING THE MUSICAL ALL DAY LON-/positive fs] its been insane/sILLY because-who expected everyone to say “Papa Petey” [i do NOT know how some typo made mo-ok my mom has a Petey problem/sILY AGAIN] in the car-at home…NOT ME THATS WHO. WHY IS PETEY SUCH A NORMAL THING IN MY HOUSEHOLD/positive sigh

OC🌸

OKK well they are ALMOST a wasteland but I have an original story to bring some ocs to life ^ ^ [including-sigh vague mention-the space dog lady and red haired lady ocs i have :3] ESSENTALLY: I’m calling it Brink of Bryony!! [Bryony is about a flower but in plot idk a city??] it’s just a human loser [red haired lady MAYBE] meeting alien folk [Cordella is there…i showed her ONCE] like my self insert hehe [Norolist] because OH NO beeg mister evil guy wants to take over Earth and this NICE alien people gonna protect it! That’s the entire thing, very unserious lmao. Pyrexavul is my precious <33 I don’t think I shared him?? I’ll share em all sometime hehe im too lazy LMAO. So yes yes I’ve been into making that story recently :> !!

ANYTHING🦐

OK SO my Luxury AU has been MANIFESTING MOI cuz i decided: why yes I WILL make a fic bout it!! Yknow just remaking the lore[cough this means me rewriting the first book of DogMan] and putting some stuff into one work ^ ^’ SO FAR I’m really getting into the vibes but what’s crazy is how I turned what I THOUGHT was oughta be a comedy-to a tragedy. No like I KNOW IM GONNA WRITE CUTE STUFF I WILL I JUST-….also might’ve included grief, addiction, ETC I dont even know how I got there 🙂‍↔️but it’s been fun! Especially since it makes me go down a nice study check with me lmao [I’ve been learning the medical field, laws, how media handles stuff, types of _, etc] hehe rubbing my hands together imma be so happy to write it all hehe and with that I’m learning about my characters a lot better! I thought of it more one noted because its a good start but now im actually learning more bout em :0 !! Love reworking stuff, redesigning, it’s been a huge part of me since idk when ^ ^’

COUGHHHH i think that all works out!! TYSM FOR ASKING I CANNOT EXPRESS THE WHIMSY I FEEL RN <33

[shoezuki]

It me ya boy alcoholic beverage, back again to scream about dungeon meshi XD

Wtf wtf wtf wtf. So much is happenin right now and I simply should not be stayin up so late (early?) to binge it T-T

Firstly Namari is freaking awesome. Love em. Strong dwarf? who knows her way around ore and love to see that she still loves her old party. Goin to check for Falin jus in case. Also love how she 1000% would kill Senshi for turnin mithril into a blade lmfao

Whatever is goin on with the gnomes and the magician blueprint stuff is sketchy as hell n I kinda trust the elves with that info more than them.

Tho tbh, can Marcille have it instead. If I met a dark magic user that was scared of bugs and genuinely loved her party, I wouldn't think twice about trustin em with my life. You can probably destroy the entire world given enough study time but you kickin it with the lads and tryna make a safe dungeon? Based.

Iconic bath scene. Love the sapphics havin a Moment™️. It's what they deserve. Peace and a heartfelt talk before everything comes crashin down around em.

The magician makes me angry!! I mean, they defo hold true to their name. Fully out of their mind. Would happily clock em for exactly 3 pennies. Tho I am hella interested in how they went from lil jester to obsessed with the prince n knowin all the dark arts. I wonder if they tried to resurrect princey n it all spiraled from there. Can't wait to see all that unfold in later episodes.

Also Chilchuck my beloved. Solidified as my fave. Jus barely tho, Laios was gettin pretty close. He acts aloof and disappointed but dude would be completely besides himself if any of em died. Feel like he'll try n scanper off once on the surface but not be able to bring himself to abandon them.

Marcille n the dark arts was a complete surprise like wtf. That's insane. But also hell yes, let the pretty elf lady go absolutely nutso and summon demons or something. She deserves it.

I know what Falin turns into cuz of That One Gif lmfao hut also hyped to see that all turn out.

Ever so slightly disappointed that Laios didn't lose his leg n have to get a cool magic one or something. N am desperate for him to have the sword looked at. Wonder if there's more to the lil critter or if it can help him further. Someone teach this man speak with animals, he needs to connect with the lil guy.

Senshi!!! Grand lad, not much more to say bout him so far but love that he's connected with everyone. N is intent on bein honest about everything he feels.

Love how the orcs went from standoffish to genuine allies. Love the sister's (dammit, I forget her name) attitude to everything. She read Chil like a book and recognises strength regardless of race. Also her fit is very cool lmfao.

Swordsman. Waitin for him to show up because wtf, he wanted to marry Falin?!

I went into this expecting a funny, chill anime. I blame you entirely smh. You made it seem so cool and lighthearted and now I sit at 6am with tears in my eyes because wtf the look on Laios' face when he agrees to go back to the surface. Not been so invested in an anime for a while!!! I stopped after ep 13 cuz my heart can't take much more.

I may have a brain cell when I awaken and come crawling back to cry more about the show as a whole or jus character things. Maybe screech about creatures tbh. I was genuinely distraught when the dragon ham rolled into the blood. Like wtf, I wanna see more dragon meals. I'm bein robbed of cooking content!!!!

~🥃

fuck sorry this has been in drafts for so long but. fuck yes dude i grin ear to ear readin what ur feelin a dunmeshi vsmsdvsudy. its so so so so good. feel free to ramble to me bout it all u want it makes me giddy

[writhe]

anyway, i had a nice day

got up and finished laundry and got groceries and cooked breakfast and made a treat for friends. (oreo pie…not in the rotation of something i’d usually make. it was funny, 0% of the process felt remotely like baking or cooking? like, everything involved in making it felt outside the realm of preparing food. it was good though, felt like something you’d dream of as a kid)

sat around a little & made a poster my friend’s missing dog. sent some print orders and left for the woods with halliwell. it was such a beautiful day in the woods & i talked on the phone with my grandma & wandered into some briars and got stuck in thorns. enjoyed everything regardless. the sun was warm and bright and i felt like i could cry. felt like i could have lost track of time but i didn’t want to be late for dinner & had stuff to do

picked up the prints on the way home. got home and prepped em. went back out to drop and air mattress off for a friend and franklin cooked us dinner (crazy good asparagus & tuscan stew, which i devoured). we hung out for a bit and i played with a remote control rat and halliwell loved it. we all played with clay. i made a horse

stopped at the bar to put up a missing dog poster and had a sweet interaction. someone offered to buy me a beer & it really felt so earnest and heartfelt i was sad to say no because i had lots more to get on with

it had been properly dark for some time by this point and i went to my friends neighborhood. halliwell and i walked around. i’m feeling a little frustrated by how futile the effort felt, i was being too paranoid about cops or someone getting mad at me for trespassing i think. hoping it was effective

i don’t want to work tomorrow. i’m pleasantly tired now, ended up walking about 6 miles which isn’t a lot compared to summer days but it’s more than i have been and it felt good

[genesisrose74]

Christmas With the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 2: Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita

Part 1 (Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita) here!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Kageyama

This boy has a secret soft side for Christmas istg

He HATES showing it to other people on his team and shit

But holy bejeezus he is mesmerized by the holiday in every way possible

Lights, sweets, snow, just like,,, the general magic of December is the most awe-inspiring thing to him

Since he is still a sporty and pretty active mofo, you decided to fuel that on your holiday-themed date as Kags had noted that he’d never gone sledding before

Your jaw was on the FLOOR when he first told you because he would 10000% enjoy the hell out of it

And so you dragged him out to this popular sledding hill that you frequented as a child and taught him what to do

Not gonna lie, he was kind of nervous

“Well you’re experienced at it. I don’t wanna mess up”

🥺🥺🥺 bubby

“You won’t, Tobio! I can already tell you’re gonna be a sledding pro”

Feels a little better after that, but he asks you to help him out for his first run down the hill

He sits behind you with his arms secured snugly around your waist and his head nestled on top of your shoulder

Which would probably seem really funny to passerby because this boy is tol and intimidating in most other situations

As soon as the sled started down, Kags tightened his grip and made this cute little yelp of surprise

But you were laughing insanely hard at the combination of going really fast downhill whilst also having your boyfriend cling to you for dear life

And then when the sled stopped safely at the bottom he started to chuckle

FULL ON, GENUINE SOUND OF ENJOYMENT

That shit is rare

Y’all stayed at that hill for half the day because it was so fun

You got him a new, very high quality athletic roller for Christmas because his old one was just not cutting it anymore

And you also gave him this really cute bracelet with a volleyball, his jersey number, and a little strawberry milk set of charms attached to it

It matched this really pretty and subtle chain he’d bought for your birthday

His blueberry eyes got all wide with affection dfjdskfjsdk—

Got super blushy and couldn’t get a handle on his speech for a fat minute

He thinks you’re the coolest person ever no I do not take criticism

Geez you’re both adorable together, ideal “stoic boy becomes warmer during the holidays around his love” movie plot and I love it

Hinata

He is all in on Christmas. Not a chance this boy doesn’t get excited as hell

Will openly go into holiday mode as soon as November is over

Was secretly already listening to his Christmas playlist before then

He is one of the sweetest gift givers, that is FACTUAL

If you want something really badly, he will take notice and get it as your present immediately

He’ll also gift you an extra thing that’s handmade 🥺

Like some pastries that his mom helped him make, or a specially made basket of soaps with your favorite scents in it

It’s absolutely adorable and you cherish those ones especially

Is happy if you simply get him something; mans doesn’t care what it is

New practice volleyball? A brand new sweatshirt? Elated either way

You had seen an advertisement for a friendly match between Japan and Poland’s men’s volleyball teams, so you waited online on the ticket sales website until the minute it opened

Spoiler alert: you got some banger seats 😌✨

Shoyo may or may not have tackled you when he read the ticket details, letting out his excited giggle (you know the one)

“I can’t believe you got these, angel! You’re coming with me, right? You’ve gotta! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Gives you sweet little kisses between each individual ‘thank you’

“Of course I’ll go with you, Sho! I’m really glad you like it!”

He will give you the brightest smile of all time — that shit makes Christmas lights pale in comparison

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

RIGHT BACK AT YOU BBY

Hold his hands to warm up together when temperatures drop pls :)))

It’s become a weekly December tradition to watch a Christmas movie with Natsu at the Hinata household

She’ll sit in your lap while the three of you are cuddled under a blanket together, and Shoyo will lace his fingers with yours all discreetly

In conclusion, I am a sucker for holiday Hinata 🥺🥺🥺

Tsukishima

His room is decorated to the very minimum simply because his mom and brother had insisted on him being festive

You know those holiday instrumentals that are really calming and jazzy and stuff? Yeah, that’s the only Christmas music he will tolerate in his house

While he’s still got his usual icy demeanor, this blond bitch does get slightly less snippy with the Karasuno boys

Is always on the nose with getting you the exact thing you wanted for a present

Like,,, TO THE SMALLEST DETAIL

You don’t even have to bring that shit up beforehand, he just KNOWS

“Tsukki, how did you—?”

“It’s pretty obvious, with the way that one ad kept showing up on your phone.”

b r u h

How does he pay such good attention without even letting on??

As for his own present, you’ll usually get him two: one gag gift and one more serious gift

His dino plush collection size is partly due to the former’s contributions this time of year

Yes the dinos have names

You exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve with all the team (you made him go) and he saved your more serious one for last

It was a scarf that you’d gotten custom made, which had a Spotify code knitted into the fabric

Scanning the code opened the app to a playlist you’d created especially for him

He got pretty quiet when figuring it out and scrolling through the playlist

Would let out a certified Tsukki Nose Exhale™ when he came across certain songs

The more subdued reaction was expected because it’s Tsukishima

His little chuckles and warmer eyes were enough of a giveaway to tell you he very much enjoyed your gift

But on the walk home, he took the scarf and wrapped it around you both, and then brought his arm around your waist

“Thank you.”

You deadass almost combusted because it was so unexpected??

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Kei”

Way to respond calm and collected 😌👍

But on the inside your body was in freak out mode

He wears the scarf all the time jdfsklfjdsk

Yamaguchi

Take the most tooth rotting fluff you could imagine

And then double that and put a fucking cherry on top

That’s the equivalent of what Christmas is like with Yama Yama

Y’all are like kids in a candy store — literally

For your Christmas dates it’s all about sweets and shared giggles, so frequent trips to the candy and baking isles of the grocery store is a must

Making gingerbread houses, peppermint tasting (mostly trying those different and wild ass candy cane flavors), you name it and it’s there

Stomach aches? I don’t know her

Yeah you do but they go away with enough butterfly kisses 🥰

Tadashi is exceptionally good at decorating gingerbread houses for whatever reason

He put a poll on his instagram between yours and his final products and he won by a landslide

It’s not like yours was necessarily bad, more like he’s just an icing master

You also might have eaten too many gumdrops which left your rooftop lacking in ✨spice✨

But it’s okay because Tadashi donated some of his leftovers to you

He’s such a sweetheart uwu

Please for the love of everything get him something heartfelt as his present

You know those long distance bracelets for couples?

Basically if your s/o taps the icon on the bracelet it’ll send a little vibration to the other person’s as a notice that you’re thinking about them

This boy seeks constant reassurance, and you love to give him his deserved love and validation, so it was the perfect present

It takes a second for him to figure out what it is, but after reading the directions and testing it out, the most adorable smile erupted on his face

And then since you already had yours on, he tapped the little icon again with a giggle

“Hey there”

It becomes common habit to tap it at least once every couple hours

GOD HE IS SO CUTE

He is just so soft this time of year, give him all the love and he will return it tenfold ☺️

Kinoshita

This boy is absolutely an awkward cutie and an avid romantic

Give him the cliches and he will eat em up, no doubt

It naturally gets more apparent around the holidays

He’ll take you on pretty winter walks, give you lots of little gifts (while blushing a hell of a lot), and is just a professional at stumbling upon some mistletoe

Wow wonder how it got there, Hisashi

He’s quite a bit more confident when simply alone with you than in a crowded space

And that definitely shows when he takes you out on a secluded sleigh ride around town

Yeah you heard me

A fuckin’ sleigh ride

Horses and blankets and everything

Don’t even ask how he managed to pull it off, because he loves watching the cogs turn in your head and simply will not give you a straight answer

Of course there’s the nice driver guy who’s there, but in the back alone Kinoshita’s confidence goes 📈📈

Lots of flirting, tons of skimmed touches and shared giggles throughout the ride

I legitimately simp really hard for him

Anyways it was a gorgeous ride through town and super fun

On Christmas Eve you both exchange gifts together and tbh whatever you got him will leave him happy and flustered regardless

But when he opens the wrapping paper to find an entire set of vintage VHS tapes, he’s stunned

He owns a VHS (actually canon!) and honestly loves it to death, and the fact that you’d get him tapes of pretty high quality for his collection meant a lot

Gosh he’s so underrated but a definite sweetheart, give him all the holiday love

Narita

Another underrated bby 🥺

He’s so chill and is pretty open to anything during the holidays, so long as he gets to spend ample time with you, his friends, and his family

Definitely more of an indoor person despite being accepting of most situations

Hence why you thought a cute little indoor winter picnic would be right up his alley

Which it absolutely was 😌✨ nice work

You’d made plans while in secret communications with his family members about the whole thing

He’d been pretty stressed lately with trying to handle his schoolwork, while also helping out others with theirs

Despite being a wonderful tutor, it was clearly becoming a bit overwhelming as he tried to grapple with so much at once

So when he came home one day to find a pristine house with you settled on a blanket in his living room, he was quite surprised

There’s a cheese plate, soda cans in a cute ice box, sandwiches, snacks, a presparked fireplace — you and his family went all out

Really adorable I cannot lie

“I thought you said you were going gift shopping today?”

“I might have maybe lied :P”

So he gives the sweetest little smile and sits across from you

Y’all stay there and talk for hours

After finally getting through everything previously laid out on the blanket spread, you slid him a little rectangular box that he looked at curiously

“Already? I haven’t wrapped yours yet!”

“Mine can wait a bit! Just open yours”

And so he does, and you watch with a face-splitting grin as he looks down in awe

You got tickets to see his favorite rock band in concert while they were on tour

He sprung onto you and pulled you into the tightest hug ever

“Holy shit you’re the best I love you so much how do you get even more loveable every day—!?!l”

It’s a jumble of words but you’re able to put it together and it makes you giggle

He deadass sprints upstairs to go get your gift and make sure that you feel as equally appreciated as he does

In simple words: wholesome holiday sweetness 🥰

[lady-plantagenet]

What hasn’t already been said: The Spanish Princess 2

Episode 2: SOdden (or Sod ‘Em depending on your persuasion)

(Dont know how long I’ll be able to keep these puns up)

Catherine, like this woman, does not really fit into this era. But while this woman seems dropdead cool and at least looks the part, Catherine just...

To all those of you keen enough to have come back for another segment of ‘what hasn’t already been said: TSP’, as opposed to have just been scrolling when you see this - welcome back! (Scrollers you too <3)

To anyone who’s seeing this for the first time: what this is a list of observations, jokes, reactions and criticism which occur to me upon a rewatch. I wait every week until Saturday to do this so that I have had my fill of scrolling through the tag and aggregating what has already been said. I tried doing a whole spoof (here where I gave up 10% in) but tbh a) I don’t know the history well enough b) it’s more time consuming than I thought and c) this series is just not as funny or as crazy as TWQ, so it’s untenable. Having said that: This is not a hatepost. I’m not hatewatching this series and nitpicking on purpose but expressing my honest views and trying to find the good in it as well as the bad.

Without further ado...

First Scenes:

The baby cloth lifting into the ceiling of the chapel had nice ‘myth of the demon countess of Anjou (ancestress of the Plantagenets)’ vibes. I am 100% that was unintentional. I get this impression by the cringiness of the baby’s screams (what’s up with those sound effects? It sounded like a zipper).

Henry gives me such softboi vibes? It’s pleasing to me because it’s making me attracted to him as a viewer, but no good in convincing me this is Henry VIII.

I think Catherine’s exposition about how she feels is pretty ok actually, it’s fitting that she would feel anger.

CHARLES’ FATHER IS NOT MAXIMILIAN, IT’S PHILIP (or rather it was). ~~ A quick wiki search guyz, a quick wiki search. Ughh

Again with the whole everyone acting like Catherine is Queen. Can they cut it out? Also while we’re at it, what was Catherine’s attendance in councils even like?

The music was nice

Post Child announcement phase:

Oof I hate to say it but I lowkey wanted de la Pole back in this mother. Mainly because it would mean more Margaret Pole and by this point I am scared her storyline will fade in prominence now that there’s no longer a Yorkist subplot (showhorned as it was, it was the crowning glory of last season tied with Arthur x Catherine).

More x Maggie Pole and all of it over Seneca and learning :’). I already know this will be the best part of the episode.

‘We certainly know stoicism in our family’ ~ I guess she’s referring to Reggie? Because our boi Clarence was no poster boy for stoicism. Though could she be making an ironic reference to her father~?

Edmund de la Pole Debacle:

Well this convo at least passed the bechdel test.

Maggie and Edmund’s interactions here are touching. I know this plotline was rushed but I think it was just right to bring us back here for 5 min as a mournful throwback to the bygone era to which Maggie Pope belongs to and now continues to do so alone. It is emotionless and you can just feel how the York cause was hanging on by a tired old threat by that point.

Maggie Pole is becoming matronly now and I like this transition.

What bothers me about a lot of fans of Margaret Pole is that what they don’t realise is that she wasn’t all like ‘I want nothing to do with my family I’ll stay low and obscure’. While far more cautious than the likes of her ancestors, she did engage in land disputes with Henry VIII and was an outspoken supporter of Catherine and Catholic. Having her be a woman woth dubious loyalties towards the Tudors is accurate.

Scotland with Meg and Jammes:

LMFAO it’s like they read my mind when I spoke of how much I laughed when Meg was like ‘Alexander Steward you pig!1!!’ last episode.

Nice reference to Aulde Alliance

I like James.

Henry and Catherine on the balcony:

Was she commander of the forces? Was Howard appointed that? Regent she was, ok.

Charlotte Hope’s new hairstyles really suit her!

‘Will you please stop cursing’ agahsjdk ahah

No offence to women (of which I am one) but this comparison between childbirth and war is just... wrong. I know Starz think they are being smart but childbirth is far less impressive than winning or surviving a battle - comparing the two diminishes the bravery of soldiers. YET ,having said that, childbirth is necessary for our society whereas war is almost always futile and by comparing them, it wrongly represents violence as something inherently as natural to us as birth and continuing of civilisation. overall not a smart, respectful or accurate parrallel to make.

Meg and prep for invasion + Catherine in her weird armour:

So Margaret dreams that her husband is dead and bloody in her bed. Ughh show you neeed to get more creative. But I did like the whole ‘dreams are how our ancestors talk to us’ line from Angus Douglas.

Re: Meg in her beret... Why is Meg dressed like me going to the London shops in October? Digging the aesthetic but not sure about the accuracy.

Rich of Catherine to bring up Edmund.

Why is Ursula Pole crying??? What is all this to her really?

Did Howard just call the guard... sonny?? Is this some WW2 crossover?

Catherine - James and the tent parlay:

Did Catherine just insult Meg’s intelligence??

Also lmao I’m going to miss James.

Re: Howard saying ‘I’m not going to get insulted by a man wearing a dress’ .. UMMM Starz, you do know that just thirty years ago men were prancing about in dresses and leggings (essentially). From around the middle of the 14th century to the beggining of 16th century (if not earlier), Englishmen were also essentially prancing about in ‘skirts’.

Am I getting a weird cooperation-partnership vibe between Meg and James?

The Battle:

Charlotte Hope looks so good with the helmet, she’d really suit an english hood! Such a shame they won’t give her one!

Ewwww he’s eating mud, why?

Just standard battle scene. They are all the same to me no matter which movie.

Aftermath:

Jesus, I find the whole Meg crying over James IV so heartfelt ‘you arrogant bastard’ for some reason just came out so full of emotion. Can someone please explain why the hell I ship them more than Henry x Catherine?? Like how ??

Awwww Linna is sooooo adorable ughhh. Also this whole Catherine going into armour among all the women crooning over the children gives this adorable sense of Catherine boyish and bloodying herself out to protect their peace, idk. All I have to say is that these series is less eager to pitt women against each other than the previous. I think that’s a step forwards.

Also, good to see Catherine being modest about her victory so Henry can save face. Finally starting to seem like the real Catherine.

‘Go on you dog’ arghh ahah he sounds like some public school rugby lad egging his mate on.

Re: Wolsey cock-blocker; the real Catherine would know it was uncatholic to have sex when you were pregnant. Also Catherine is not technically speaking in confinement if she’s wandering about.

It’s nice to see Catherine sticking up for Howard, she at least learned to respect him during the battle.

I foresee Oviedo having enough of this Christian stuff and wanting to return to the berber domains (I suppose Spain is out of the question)

Knighting Ceremony:

Apparently Margaret Pole herself was made Countess of Salisbury during this same ceremony... right? @houseofclarence

Also Maggie Pole being like: “being a rebel is in my blood, or so they tell me”... gahhh what’s with these shows and the Clarence erasure? Can’t they make one bloody reference to her dad or grandad Warwick? Ugh. Especially with lines like this. Actually? You know what? Ignore my previous comment about the stoic remark and it being an ironic reference to Clarence. I put such subtlety above this show’s writers.

Catherine has a habit of going to the coldest places possible to lose her children...

Haha @ Henry asking Bessie Blount (of all people) where Catherine is.

Conclusion:

6/10

What I’m happiest about is that Flodden got dealt with in one episode because warrior xena Catherine is not what interests me most about this show. Having said that, it was a true shame that James IV died because his were some of the best scenes. This whole show is starting to feel so historical fantasy-ish because the aesthetics are so confused. Granted it’s still pretty (not eyesore like Reign) but it doesn’t penetrate.

I am as always invested in the Poles (and More) but am also starting to get attached to Princess Mary whose actress exudes plenty of charm. This show remains confused with its feminist message because while it shows women being proactive there is so much emphasis on babies that what remains with the mind after watching is this womanish birthdrama, as opposed to a show about struggles which affect both genders.

You might tut at me and say I’m being ridiculous and that it is historically accurate to put so much emphasis on women’s babies and I say that’s swell. I would happily watch a show where that element is strong (most pre 1995 historical dramas are like that with traditionally feminine characters and I gulp them up like sustenance), but if a show promises feminism and women-men being partners I want it to deliver that properly. As I said in my previous post, why do we keep trying to make women engage in acts like war as if such an abhorrent act is the only way to take them seriously? I await the day where cunning, rationality and cool-headedness will be the traits portrayed as feminist ones.

There is nothing else to really comment on... the only potentially deeper message in this is the gender discourse. I am unsure about the accuracy so I can’t speak of the historical value of the interpretation. But what I will say is that though I remain excited for each new episode... I’m just not as invested as I was in TWQ (rewatch every year dont @ me) or TWP despite their many flaws. Some characters pull me in eg Maggie Pole (Carmichael is a bae), Thomas More etc but not the whole cast like TWQ. Anyway... would be interesting to see if anything happens with Lina and Oviedo tommorow as their storyline is conspicuously slow.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #467

Top Ten Romantic Couples in Superhero Movies (& TV)

It’s Valentine’s Day this weekend. Woo, I guess? I dunno. I’m not generally cynical about holidays but Valentine’s Day does seem to be entirely focused on selling cards without any of the associated pleasantries of, say, Christmas or Halloween. I’d rather just try to be nice to my wife all year round. At least because of the apocalypse all the restaurants are closed so we can’t be tempted to pay through the nose for a set menu. Anyway, it gives me a strained excuse to tie this week’s Top Ten to something vaguely romantic.

Superheroes are often horny. This seems to be a defining characteristic of the artform. Whether it’s their descent from ancient myths, or their creators’ origins in writing romance books, or just a function of genre storytelling in the mid-twentieth century, there’s quite a lot of romantic angst in superhero stories. Pretty much every superhero has a significant other; Lois Lane even got her own comic that was actually called Superman’s Girlfriend, Lois Lane. It’s hard to conceive of many heroes without their primary squeeze, and often – as we get multiple media adaptations of characters – we can add diversity or a twist to the proceedings by picking a lesser-known love interest, or one from earlier in the character’s fictional history; for instance, Smallville beginning with Cark Kent’s teenage crush Lana Lang, or The Amazing Spider-Man swapping out Mary Jane Watson for Gwen Stacey.

Anyway, I’m talking this week about my favourite superhero couples. I’ve decided to focus on superhero adaptations – that is, the characters from movies and films based on superhero comics or characters. I find this a little bit easier as I don’t have a phenomenal knowledge of sixty years of Avengers comics, but I have seen all the movies a bunch. As many comics as I’ve read, and as much as I love various ink-and-paper pairings, I can arguably talk more authoritatively about the fillums than the funny books. And let’s be real here, kids: my favourite comic book romantic couple is Chromedome and Rewind in Transformers. Also if I split them in two I can talk about comic couples next year. Woohoo!

It really is hard thinking of these things nearly nine years in, folks.

So! Here, then, are my favourite movie-TV Couples in Capes. Obviously there’s a fair bit of MCU in here. And I’ve been pretty specific about “superhero” romances: so no Hellboy and Liz Sherman, sadly (and I do really like them in the movies, of which they really need to make a third). Some are civvies-and-supes; some are capes-and-capes. You’ll work it out.

Superman & Lois Lane (Christopher Reeve & Margot Kidder, Superman, 1978): who else? The most famous romance in all of comics, a combo so strong it remains the focus of pretty much every interpretation of the character, but arguably never better than here; so good are Reeve and Kidder that their fast-talking banter and inherent goodness set the template for a huge swathe of other comic adaptations to follow. She’s sarky and streetwise; he’s gormless and good-hearted. She leaps in where angels fear to tread, he’s an invulnerable alien in disguise. They have buckets of chemistry and an utterly believable (tentative) romance. They’re perfect performances and the scenes of Clark in Metropolis for the first time (including Superman’s balcony interview with Lois) are the best bits of an already excellent film.

Raven & Beast Boy (Tara Strong & Greg Cipes, Teen Titans Go!, 2014): on a totally different register, we have the comedy stylings of the Teen Titans. Raven and Beast Boy had a flirtatious relationship on the original Titans series, but on this longer-running and much more demented comedy follow-up, they were allowed to make the romance more official (I nearly said “explicit” but, y’know… it’s not that). The jokes and banter – BB the love-struck, jealous suitor, Raven the too-cool partner who feigns nonchalance – build and build, but every now and again they’re allowed a moment of genuine heartfelt romance, and it hits all the more strongly amidst the ultra-violence and outrageous comedy.

Captain America & Agent Carter (Chris Evans & Hayley Atwell, Captain America: The First Avenger, 2011): the premier couple of the MCU, Steve and Peggy spend a whole movie flirting (she sees the goodness of him even before he gets all hench) before finally arranging a date that, we all know, is very much postponed. Peggy casts a shadow over the rejuvenated Cap and the MCU as a whole, founding SHIELD, inspiring dozens of heroes, and counselling Steve to her dying days. She remains Steven’s true north (like Supes with Lois, Peggy’s an ordinary human who is the actual hero of an actual super-powered hero), guiding him through the chaos and tragedy of Endgame, until they both get to live happily ever after. Even though he snogged her niece.

Batman & Catwoman (Michael Keaton & Michelle Pfeiffer, Batman Returns, 1992): Pfeiffer delivers a barnstorming performance as Selina Kyle, all barely-supressed mania and seductive feline charm. The chemistry between her and Keaton is electric, and propels the film forward even when the Penguin-runs-for-mayor stuff gets a bit daft and icky. There are beautiful moments of romantic comedy when they’re both trying to cover up injuries they gave each other, and of course there’s “mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it” – a line that runs a close second to “dance with the devil” when it comes to Burton-Batman quotations (just ahead of “never rub another man’s rhubarb”). Burton, generally favouring the macabre villains over the straighter edges of the heroic Batman, nevertheless makes great play of the duality of the character, and how this is something he and Catwoman can share – both “split right down the centre” – but also how this means a happy ending for either of them is impossible.

Spider-Man & Mary Jane (Tobey Maguire & Kirsten Dunst, Spider-Man, 2002): whilst a lot of this is really down to the sexiness of them kissing upside-down in the rain, there’s a nice duality to Peter and MJ seeing through each other too: he sees the wounded humane soul beneath her it-girl persona; she sees the kind, caring man underneath his geek baggage. This arc plays out beautifully across the first two films (ending in that wonderfully accepting “Go get ‘em, tiger”) before sadly getting all murky and unsatisfying in the murky and unsatisfying third film. Still: that kiss.

Wonder Woman & Steve Trevor (Gal Gadot & Chris Pine, Wonder Woman, 2017): probably the film that hews closest to the Clark-Lois dynamic of the original Superman, to the point where it includes an homage to the alleyway-mugging scene as Diana deflects a bullet. Steve is Diana’s window into man’s world, showing her the horror of the First World War but managing to also be a sympathetic ally and never talking down or mansplaining anything. He’s a hero in his own right – very similar to another wartime Steve on this list – and very much an ideal match to the demigod he’s showing round Europe. And, of course, Gadot’s Diana is incredible, both niaive and vulnerable whilst also an absolute badass. There is an enduring warm chemistry to the pair, with a relationship which we actually see consummated – relatively rare for superheroes! The inevitability of his heroic sacrifice does nothing to lessen the tragedy, and no I’ve not seen Wonder Woman 1984 yet.

Hawkeye & Laura Barton (Jeremy Renner & Linda Cardellini, Avengers: Age of Ultron, 2015): I love these guys! I love that Hawkeye has a relatively normal, stable family life. He has a big old farmhouse that he wants to remodel, he’s got two kids and a third on the way… he’s got something to live for, something to lose. It humanises him amidst the literal and figurative gods of the Avengers. And they’re cute together, bickering and bantering, and of course she is supportive of his Avenging. I hope we get to see more of Laura and the kids in the Hawkeye series, and I hope nothing bad happens to them now they’ve all been brought back to life.

Wanda Maximoff & Vision (Elizabeth Olsen & Paul Bettany, Avengers: Infinity War, 2018): theirs is a difficult relationship to parse, because they’re together so briefly. They cook paprikash together in Civil War before having a bit of a bust-up, and by Infinity War they’re an official couple, albeit on the run (and on different sides). That movie does a great job in establishing their feelings for each other in very little screentime, with their heroic characteristics on full display, before the shockingly awful tragedy of Wanda killing Vision to save the galaxy, before Thanos rewinds time, brings him back to life, and kills him again, and then wins. Their relationship going forward, in WandaVision, is even trickier, because we don’t know what’s up yet, and at times they’re clearly not acting as “themselves”, defaulting to sitcom tropes and one-liners. Will Vision survive, and if he does, will their relationship? Who can say, but at least they’ll always have Edinburgh, deep-fried kebabs and all.

Batman & Andrea Beaumont (Kevin Conroy & Dana Delany, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm, 1993): woah, Batman’s back but it’s a different Batman, say whaaaat. Animated Batman has had a few romances, from the great (Talia al-Ghul) to the disturbingly icky (Batgirl, ewwww), but his relationship with Andrea Beaumont is the best. Tweaking the Year One formula to give young Bruce a love interest that complicates his quest is a golden idea, and making her a part of the criminality and corruptiuon that he’s fighting is a suitably tragic part of the Batman origin story. Conroy and Delany give great performances, him wringing pathos out of Bruce, torn between heart and duty (“It just doesn’t hurt so bad anymore,” he wails to his parents’ grave, “I didn’t count on being happy”), her channelling golden age Hollywood glamour. The tragedy of them rekindling their relationship years later, only to wind up on different sides again, is – again – so very Batman. It’s a beautiful, earnest, very Batman relationship, a great titanic tragedy of human emotions and larger-than-life ideals. And they both look good in black.

Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy (Kaley Cuoco & Lake Bell, Harley Quinn, 2020): this one’s a little bit of a cheat, as I’ve only seen the first season of the show, where Harley and Ivy don’t even get together. But in the wider, non-canonical sense of these being characters who are part of the pop-cultural ether, Harley and Ivy will always be a couple, I feel; and there’s definitely enough in there already to see the affection between them, not yet consummated. They adore each other, are always there for each other, and as the season follows Harley getting out of her own way and acknowledging the abuse of her relationship with Joker – and finally getting over it in the healthiest way possible for a bleached-white manic pixie in roller derby gear. And all through this, holding her hand, is Ivy. They’re utterly made for each other, and I’m glad that they do get together in season two. I hope that Margot Robbie’s rendition of the character can likewise find happiness with a flesh-and-blood Ivy. Hell, just cast Lake Bell again. She’s great.

Just bubbling under – and I’m really gutted I couldn’t fit them in – was Spider-Man & M.J. from Spider-Man: Far From Home. Like Batman, I’m comfortable including multiple continuities here, and those cuties offer a different spin on a classic relationship.

[chaotic-noceur]

regarding pragma.

read it here

Dear @softpedropascal

wow this took so much longer than I thought it would whoops.

So, first off- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have the bestest day ever cuz you deserve it!

I’m incapable of forming coherent thoughts so um...here’s a cumulative post of my running commentary because my binge reading plans got disrupted so this seemed... neater? Idk. anyways, here you go. 

Part 1

No matter how many meetings and mediations you two went through, he still found a reason to keep dragging this out.

I read this as ‘meetings and meditations’ and was very confused for a sec 😂

That hat. You got him that hat. He still wore it?

omg u gave the hat a backstory. adkgadflhg 😍

He was tempted. God, was he tempted, but he shook his head and stood up straight. 

This just. Yes. We love a respectful man. 

I love all the little hints that you’re dropping about the reader and Frankie’s backstory. 

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Part 2

He told himself long ago that be would never forgive her for what she did,

WHAT DID I DO OMG.

“Can’t you, I dunno, sign for him?” he asked.

😂😂Frankie. Sweetheart. Who do you take me for? I can’t forge someone’s signature. I don’t have the skills for that. 

There was a reason he didn’t say goodbye. He was afraid to. He was afraid that if he said them again, he would have to go another five years without seeing her. Or has it been longer?

mY hEaRt

Pope and and Frankie’s ENTIRE interaction. 😍 I love that he can see right through Frankie’s bs, loves him anyways but will give it to him straight. 

He was too busy thinking about how if he had gotten his shit together, he could be living here with her, taking walks to his favorite lake every day.

asdfgadfkglhdf!!! Boo it ain’t all your fault 😢 (or is it 😏)

It’s funny how the simplest touch can cause the most complex feelings—feelings that he had sworn he buried deep inside of him somewhere. It was a complicated thing trying to be angry at her because in that moment all was forgotten and forgiven.

the DEPTH. in these sentences. oml. I’m so ready to learn about this complicated backstory.  

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Part 3

“I can make him sign ‘em,” he offered.

YES. I love a low key threatening boi.

“Yeah, until you decided I wasn’t good enough,” 

“Did you want to show me what I could have had with you if I wasn’t such a fuck up.” He sighed and put his hands on his hips.

AFGHSKF OMG MY HEART.

“I’m trailing water and mud all over the place but just remember that I saved your life before getting mad, okay?” 

“Nothing. Just like saying your name.”

ahhhh these are precious!!  

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Part 4

“Yeah. People do that right? Day dates?” He honestly wasn’t sure. Dates weren’t his forte.

🥺 someone help him. He’s so cute omg. 

“We might’ve made out a little too,” he mumbled.

aksfhksdfg look at him turning into a flustered boy!!!

“No. I just…stopped looking up,”

Babes. Idk if the double meaning was intentional but like. Wow. That hit hard. 

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Part 5

and has a name like ‘Bill’ or ‘Tom’.”

oop. We love a subtle Redfly dig 😂

!!!! IDK WHAT TO BLOCKQUOTE BUT OMG FRANKIE BEING PROTECTIVE. THE READERS BACKSTORY. FRANKIE KISSING AT THE PAST BRUISES. ANGRY FRANKIE OMG. 😭

I’m sorry there’s probably some more amazing stuff after that but t’was not a good ace day so i skipped the smut

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Part 6

You hid your body from him at first and when he moved your hands, you covered your face. Then he told you to never hide from him—he would always think you were beautiful

🥺🥺 this is so soft omg

sorry skipped the smut but im sure it was beautiful

“I’m not going anywhere.” You moved his arms so you could kneel in front of him. “I’m staying.”

*incoherent screaming*

“You can ask me for anything. I would give up everything I for you.”

The whole ending scene was AMAZING okay but this. This line right here. Big hurt omg. He knows the weight of what he’s saying. He knows how hard the road to recovery is and how many things are gonna try push him off that path. But he says it anyways. And it really really shows just how much she means to him. Brava! 

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Part 7

lmao I really need to start reading the warnings 😂

She was never going to be sad longer than necessary if he had anything to do about it.

WHERE CAN I GET A FRANKIE OML 😭

“That no matter where we were, when we look up, we’re looking at the same moon.” He looked at her though she was still looking up. “That always kept me going, you know?”

THE SOFT. AHHHHHH

The moonlight seemed to shine directly on her and make her glow like some ethereal being. She was an angel. She had to be. The stars twinkled above them but he had his own right here right now.

eXcUsE mE. wHo gAvE yOu tHe rIgHt tO wRiTe sOmEtHIng tHiS bEAuTiFul

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Part 8

“Stop ruining my romantic moment, please.

HAHAHAH I LOVE!

I can’t even- Omg. This whole chapter. I have no words

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Part 9

“I can’t,” he said, voice broken. “Please just let me…let me hold you. Let me…”

IDK THE FULL CONTEXT TO THIS (really hating my ace-ness rn cuz this last line is so heartfelt) BUT OMG BROKEN FRANKIE I JUST. ARGHHH

you realized that you were embracing your entire world right then and there. Letting it go would be the hardest thing you’d ever do.

take my heart and crush it why don’t you omg. 😭😍

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Part 10

She was hurt again. And it was his fault again.

I can’t do it. I can’t be alone anymore.

asdfghjk GURL. WHO HURT YOU OMG. LEMME HURT THEM BACK. 

His world spun and he felt like he was falling. He fell and fell into the abyss with no one there to save him as the bag felt like it was burning a hole in his hand. Is it hot? He felt hot. Burning up. Had he finally died and gone to hell? God knows that’s where he belonged.

No. It’s just an overwhelming darkness. Nothing. And that’s what he wanted, right? To feel nothing.

*VERY INCOHERENT SCREAMING* This is beautiful writing omg. The raw emotion in this. Holy hell. 

oml. That transition from pure pain and angst into love just *chefs kiss*. Frankie deserves so much 😭

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Part 11

“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry,”

wHat eLsE wAs iT sUpPoSeD tO dO omg. 

This whole chapter was SO CUTE!!! The way that Frankie just knows things about her. UGH. 

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Part 12

“What if it’s big and pulls me in?!”

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY OMG

“I don’t wanna die,” he whispered.

His life felt as though it was falling apart all over again and he realized it was because she was the one that held him together and now that he was leaving, everything was one big mess again.

*inaudible screaming*

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Part 13

That ending tho! I love that you gave them their own little thing with the moon. Its so sweet 🥰and the Pope-Frankie friendship moments. *melts*

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Part 14

okay i was gonna blockquote but there was too much to quote This whole chapter felt so raw omg. If you’re pulling from real experience then I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that *pulls you into the biggest hug ever* (assuming you like hugs, if you don’t... i send you an affectionate ‘rubbing my forehead into your shoulder’)

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Part 15

“You could’ve walked in here with your head shaved and I’d still love it…but…please don’t.”

😂 yessss give me the humour in this sad

still haven’t learnt to read the warnings oml 🤦🏻‍♀️

ahhhh the soft reassuring Frankie content!!!!

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Part 16

“Probably because it’s Wednesday,” he said.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yeah. What day did you think it was?”

I FEEL SO ATTACKED OMG. What even is time anymore.

asfadsdfgdhk Its so SOFFTTT. Is this what it’s like to fall in love??😭

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Part 17

hallelujah i’ve finally learnt to read the warnings

ngaww Frankie being all excited and soft 🥺🥺 are they going camping?? are we gonna get Frankie in his element??

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Part 18

I’m as flat as a board back there.

I feel attacked and this wasn’t even directed at me oml 😂😂

tHeY aRe sO iN lOvE oMg 😍

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Part 19

I get it, it’s embarrassing, but I’m not judging you for it.

YES. In this house, we don’t judge people who are struggling to find jobs!

“I wouldn’t say them if you didn’t deserve them. You deserve good things, Frankie. You may not feel like you do but you do. Always.”

He sighed and rubbed your back. “If you say it then it must be true.”

*incoherent screaming* we all deserve good things okay 😭

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Part 20

thank you for the warnings that i’ve finally learnt to read before reading the fic

What if I’m a lost cause? Just some pathetic druggie who can’t get his shit together…mooching off his girl.

NOOO You’re not just some pathetic druggie Frankie😭😭

“Sleepovers? Do I get to paint your nails? Do your hair?”

Our love has aged gracefully kinda like us.

THE SOFT OMG 🥺🥺

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Part 21

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not and have never been an addict. Yeah, I did drugs. Yes, I hurt your daughter and she had to leave, but you know what, we’re together now and nothing’s gonna change that. She’s forgiven me and she loves me and that’s all that matters.”

YAS. I love this change from nervous wreck to confidence! 

This is so happy and soft and sweet oml. My angsty soul doesn’t know how to deal. 😭

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Part 22

Sweet baby jesus. It was soft. And then it was not. And then it was soft again and I just. *incoherent screaming* GURL. 

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ludus

I’m gonna have a house right on the other side of the lake.

asdfgI I Have Feelings.

GURLLL. This was so innocent!! They’re both so young and cute and asgalsfjghsd. 

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eros

“Are you running away from something?” she asked, and he bristled. “From me because you love me and don’t know how to say it?”

*incoherent screaming* well shit. you go gurl! you call him on his crap!

I skimmed the smut but like Frankie being a nervous wreck is 🥺

If you wanna see someone else while I’m gone, you can.

*more screaming because OMG if only he knew what that would lead to*

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ania

O damn. I kinda loved his slow descend into darkness... The fact that the reader still clings on to hope and love and just, damn. I’m lost for words. 

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coda

... 

...

that’s all my brain feels right now. that was dark, but like. a good dark. It was heart wrenching but beautiful and- “I won’t be able to find you if I’m lost myself,” THIS. I just. *chefs kiss* but also, *ugly sobbing*. 

[nadineselfships-archived]

I was tagged by @lildreamysoul to answer questions with Wade!! I am really excited to do this thank you Ash!! 💜💜

Yes, thank you Ash, it was about time I got my well deserved screen time! I'm sure you all missed me, I know I missed you!

Of course they missed you, now let's get into these questions!

Lay 'em on me baby!

1. Introduce yourselves. Who are you? What do you like to do?

Your local dumbass Nadine reporting for duty! I work with my sibling Remy at our company Sinclaire Industries but I spend most of my time at Wade and I's home, avoiding paperwork and taking care of the kids.

And I am the one and only Deadpool, might of heard of me or seen my movies? With Reynolds, yeah, that guy can play me any day, what a cutie amirite? But anyway, if you somehow don't know me, I'm the adorable merc with a mouth that never shuts up and i somehow tricked Nadine into marrying me.

We used to like to do a lot of dumb shit together, if you saw us anywhere there would be a building on fire somewhere behind us and probably unholy demons we accidentally unleashed chasing us after stealing something we shouldn't have.

Ah, good times. Yeah, now days we spend every second spoiling the kiddos, spending as much time with them as possible. My favourite part of the week is family movie night, nothing feels better then being in a giant cuddle pile of people you'd do anything for.

2. How was your first meeting like?

So, that's a funny story actually, real funny–I mean, really, hilarious if you will.

He was trying to break into the company building and crashed through the window in one of the meeting rooms, where I just so happened to be, in a meeting. Even better, right, he landed on top of me, glass sticking out of him literally everywhere.

I like to think I made a good first impression.

It was an impression, that's for sure.

3. How did you get together? Who confessed first?

Honestly it was a shock either of us managed to just accept our feelings, telling each other was a whole other ballgame. But, I got frustrated and decided to just tell him how i felt and that uhm, went, bad. It went bad.

It didn't–It wasn't, that, bad.

You fell off the statue of liberty and didn't talk to me for two weeks.

It was a lot to take in! How are you supposed to deal with a heartfelt confession from your crush?

I don't know–I got him to talk to me eventually anyway, I just had to corner him in an alleyway which was easy because he'd been following me like a creep. We decided to take it slow from there and well, here we are!

4. What are your thoughts on PDA

I never used to be a fan of it because of my social anxiety but Wade makes me feel safe and when i'm with him i forget about everything else and don't mind smothering him in kisses no matter where we are or who's watching!

PDA is my jam. I don't care what's happening I'm gonna be lovin' on my baby, kisses, cuddles n' all that good stuff, anytime, anywhere! Not even the end of the world could keep me away from giving Nadine the love they deserve!

You're making it mushy s t o p abshdhfakdk-

5. How do you show your affection towards each other/what are your love languages?

Oh gosh I dunno, I guess we do a lot of everything? Mainly physical touch though, we like to show how we feel through our actions but I do like to tell Wade I love him at least a million times a day.

Yeah, we don't really do gifts or anything, but we do take care of each other and sometimes has those mushy three am conversations about how much we mean to each other. And I don't say it a million times a day but I do leave sticky notes for Nadine to find throughout the day, not sure what that counts as.

It counts as being the best husband in the world. 💜💜

I'll take that!

6. Who's more introverted and who's more extroverted?

Nadine is my cute lil' hermit who likes to live in their cave while I'm their brave, handsome social butterfly–Gotta lot of friends and fans to keep up with yanno.

Yeah, ideally I'd never leave the house, but I got a job to do and kids to take to school, Wade just has a higher social meter than I do.

7. Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Wade is the little spoon and I'm the big spoon!! I love holding him around his waist and nuzzling my face into his back!!

Sometimes we'll have one or three of the kiddos crawl into bed with us and then it's more of a cuddle pile than anything. The cutest, most comfortable cuddle pile ever.

8. What do you like doing together most?

If it's just the two of us? I love when we get to sleep in and cuddle in bed, talking and barely making sense and sharing lazy kisses and just, not having to think about anything else. I love that.

Awe babe I'm gonna cry! I gotta agree that's some healing shit, nothing better. Well, I do have another favourite activity to do in bed but we'll keep to the sweet stuff today.

9. Tell us a fun fact about the other!

Wade will stay up all night sometimes just watching the kids, it's really sweet and it also means I don't have to get up if the baby starts crying because Wade's already there rocking her and singing her a lullaby. Fun fact, he's a great dad.

Okay wow, just expose me like that then. Two can play at that game dearest; Nadine was so worried about the kids having good birthdays they planned a lot of them up until their eighteenths, with wiggle room for shifting interests, which, I think, is the most adorable thing in the world.

Shut up that's, a normal parent thing.

Not it's not babe, it's really not. But it's very cute. ❤

10. Tag other selfshippers and their f/o's.

Okay let's see, we tag; (feel free to ignore this if you're not feeling up to it, i tried to tag everyone who interacted with the post i made💜)

@space-sweetheart and Fredrick

@pink-n-purple-honey and Ramuda

@millizines and Earnest

@rose-wine-selfships and Atsushi

@shippin-in-the-rain and Soren

@promptoargentumsgirlfriend and Prompto

@poetryandnightmares and Julian

@thedevilsrosee and Kali

@jinxthequeergirl and Poe

@houseof1000selfships and Cad

@disneymarina and Leon

@puppy-self-ship and Freddy

@pkselfship and Sylvain

@wildcardwithaheart and Loki

@lovesick-clownlord and Hades

@jaklovemail and Ash

@junkratsloverat and Jamie

@ollievoil and Robotnik and Stone

And anyone else who wants to do this!!

[kunrendeotaku]

Chapter 3

I don’t stop running until I can no longer see Echo Creek High, at which point I let out a relieved sigh. It's been a crazy day, and it's only a week into school-will the school even be there monday, or will it be burned down? I guess they have the whole weekend to do repairs, since it is Friday and all. Maybe I’ll get home and everything will have been a bad dream. I glance around my sleepy little town as I walk the most efficient route home, cursing my forgetfulness in leaving my shiny red baby (my bike) at school, as I’ll likely have to go back for it tomorrow if I want to keep to my usual school day schedule. Can’t get to school on time to nod to Jackie if I go on foot monday morning.

When my home comes into sight, I smile, ready to get off of my feet after this exhausting day. I step up to our house and look over it, painted in gorgeous oranges and reds. It's always been too big for us, having been bought by my grandma back in the day. She was expecting a big, big family to always be around, but after grandpa passed away she’s the one who moved out. Living the big life now, always traveling around, checking ticks off of her bucket list. We tend to fill up the space with exchange students, having one or more every year, to the point where the school system calls us first whenever someone needs a home.

That...gives me a bad feeling, and I quickly step inside the house and walk towards our living room, where I can hear laughing voices. Three. My fears are realized when I see who is sitting on the couch, between my parents-Star Butterfly herself. I freeze up, wide eyed, as my father begins laughing at something she’d said. “Oh, Star, you have such funny stories of your home! This ‘Mewni’ sounds like….a completely horrible place! I’d love to visit.” My father, Rafael, is about a foot taller than me and twice and wide, with a burly build. He’s also not the most socially adept, in spite of being the most caring guy I know. My mother, Angie, is eerily similar to him in personality. I’ve never seen two people so in tune with each other. She’s about my height, thin, but with almost as much brown hair as Star, all bundled up with a couple of scrunchies. “Rafael, honey, that's rude! I’m sure Moonie is a perfectly nice place, and we’d love to visit anyway!”

I walk towards the trio and open my mouth, hoping to convince my parents that this crazy girl is dangerous, when the crazy in question jumps to her feet and gasps. “Marco! I had no idea you lived here, I thought -all- humans had the last name Diaz!” She begins bouncing up and down with an excited smile, and I have to sigh and turn to look at my mother and father with a skeptical look. “Really, you two? She’s dangerous! And magical! She set the school on fire!” My father, always ignoring my words of caution to my great dismay, simply laughs it off. “She's a bundle of excitement! We could use that energy around the house, it's been empty without any exchange students, Mijo.”

“We could have gotten that with a litter of puppies! And with much less danger!” I respond, fuming. Star’s eyes grow wide, the pupils expanding like she’d just taken a dose of something, and she whispers “I. Love. Puppies.” Before pointing that awful pink wand at the ground, and lasering something into existence. The next thing I know, a litter of the most adorable little golden retriever pups are rolling around on the ground, letting up a storm of yips. I can see with one look into my parents eyes that they have fallen in love with them instantly, and I admit even my staunch determination to avoid Star living in this home was melted...for a moment. Then, of course, the puppies began firing fucking lasers from their eyes.

All of them, every second or so. The house descends into chaos as I try to save pictures, vases, and everything else breakable, Star and my mother start chasing down the puppies, and my father goes down quickly in a stream of laser fire. “My Eyesssss!!!” He calls out, hands over his face and red burn marks popping up all over him. Ten minutes later, a frazzled family of three and one unfortunate princess sit staring at the group of adorable puppies, the room now puppy proofed, with only half of the former living room being completely unsalvageable. I throw my hands towards Star, feeling like my point is very much made, and she lets out a nervous giggle.

My mother and father share a glance (as much as my father could with both of his eyes red and irritated) before simply shrugging and giving Star another welcoming smile. “Marco, why don’t you show Star her new room while we get all of this cleaned up? And, em, take the puppies with you.” I blink in complete shock, nearly ripping my hair out in frustration. They still want to live with her even after all that?! I just stand up and start stomping my way upstairs, the puppies following me, along with Star herself who seems quite relieved to not be getting kicked out. “Hey, Marco, I’m sorry about the puppies. And, uh, the various other broken things. Its…..kinda why I moved here. I don’t really know how to use this wand, and I may have accidentally set my kingdom on fire, so they sent me to this dimension to learn control.”

Honestly, it was a rather heartfelt apology, and a reasonable reaction. I could sympathize with the girl...but more so with her kingdom, for kicking her out. Perhaps I was slightly more bitter than I otherwise would be, considering my jeans and shoes were currently being ruined by laser eyed puppies firing at my legs and burning holes through my clothes. “Look, I don’t approve of you being here, but I can’t change what my parents think. Here’s your room, just...try not to break anything.” I gesture to the guest room we have all of our exchange students stay in, and Star suddenly lets out a huge smile, immediately raising up her wand in her hands. “Sparkle Glitter Bomb Expand!” I facepalm, expecting a hole to be blown straight through our house this time, but when I look up I see the girl opening up her door into a gigantic room.

It seems like a weird mix of medieval and modern, with monster skin rugs next to modern day curtains next to a super fluffy princess bed. Its two stories high, somehow (I later found we have a new actual tower growing out of our home) and is honestly about the coolest thing I’ve seen all day. I take a closer look at Star, for the first time since I categorized her into my box of ‘dangerous to society’ things, and realize that she must be someone pretty damn cool in that dimension of hers. Her boots are clearly made from some sort of weird monster, full of horns and scales, and her leggings and dress are both cut from the alien silk-like material I’d noticed earlier. The stuff is relatively low key compared to what our Earth royals used to wear, but I could see this crazy girl as a Princess out on holiday for the first time, now that I’ve seen her skip into this room. Maybe not a Princess like we used to have, I amend, once I see her giant wall of ridiculously huge weapons, but definitely something.

“This...this is amazing, Star. And nothings broken! Or on fire! Can you do me?!” I mean every word, this is real magic! Not just a weapon for breaking shit, but actual wave your hand and make cool stuff happen! I can’t even imagine what my room will look like. Maybe a giant karate dojo?! “Oooof course, Earth buddy. I’d be happy to.” Star confidently strides out of the room, clearly ecstatic that she’d managed the spell with no complications. When I point out my room to her, she kicks down the door, holds up her wand, and yells out “Mystic Cloud Suck Transform!” After which, a small black hole pops up at the top of my room and sucks every single thing I’ve ever owned into it, before disappearing with another little pop.

[oxnardsreblogs]

The Banana Hammock, Part 3

Haha oh! I finally read through this third story submission! owo It’s much naughtier and takes a turn, you did a good job! More Fox in and out of undies is always nice~

Oxnard took a deep breath and said, “This hero Fox defended Lylat countless times against enemies near and far! And for that we must thank him. And we must show our *support*…” Pepper and Peppy pulled Fox’s legs a bit apart and then pushed his hip forward. After a moment, the two turned Fox around. Before Fox could ask why this was done, Oxnard continued, “… and that we are all *behind* him…” the two made Fox squat and show his bottom to the audience. “…and that is why, ladies and gentlemen…” Fox’s head was now bent downwards, so it was between his legs, while his bottom was up high. “…you should be taking more photos!” Fox was turned back around. Oxnard continued, “I think we can do a trivia contest. It’s just Mr. McCloud, and it’ll be nice and easy…” “You can’t have that stage by yourself, Star Fox!” cried a loud, bellowing voice. Wolf O'Donnell, wearing only his trademark eyepatch and black boxer briefs, jumped onto the stage, arms crossed, scowling. The hamster noticed that the wolf was a bit bigger down there than Fox, and perhaps a bit more gifted in his shorts than Peppy. “I-I didn’t invite you!” said the general. “And aren’t you a wanted criminal?” “I invited myself, thank you very much,” Wolf said. “And the cops got too much to do!” Pepper looked at his phone and realized that the statute of limitations on Star Wolf just ran out! “Wolf, can you please don’t drag our rivalry into this?” Fox asked. “I’m trying to have fun tonight.” “Request denied, pup!” Fox sighed and said, “Okay. Well, we’re gonna have to do things the hard way! I suppose it’s going to be a contest.” “I can answer trivia questions better than you, pup! Just you wait!” Leon Powalski, perched at another table, eyed the confrontation, eyes darting back and forth. He was in a lacey black thong leaving little to the imagination. Sounding a bit excited, he said, “You see that, Panther? He’ll outmauever the competition and tear it into pieces with his super, duper sharp claws!” Panther Caruso, who had been busy hickeying some bunny rabbit lady in a thong but with no bra, sighed and said, “I’ve told you already you seem to be torn over this shredder and shreddee stuff. It’s getting old…” Panther’s pink bikini showed that he was about as gifted as Peppy, and this, along with his suave Latin aura, was why the bunny lady was all over him. “I-I sure am torn about it! Eehehehehe!” “Okay. Let me be direct here. I know you’re gay for Wolf, so you might as well come out to him after this is over.” “Why wait?” said the chameleon, now clearly slobbering. Oxnard said, “Okay! Uhm, a change of plans, I see! Well, then.” After a deep breath, he said, “The challenge is: You outlast your opponent in a trivia contest! There are three rounds! The first person to get the question wins the round! Two out of three means you win! If you do that, you get… ten thousand dollars!” The dollar signs appeared in Fox’s eyes. “You lose, and you have to lose the undies for the rest of the night! Now… challenge accepted?” Fox and Wolf looked at each other. The lupine suddenly shook wolf’s hands, and the lupine in turn slapped his back. Their eyes matched one another’s. “Okay, then! Let’s go!” cried the hamster. Oxnard cried, “Round One!"  He got out of a slip of paper: "Okay then! What was Super Mario Bros. 2 renamed to?” “Super Mario Bros. 2? What’s that?” cried Fox. A few bursts of laughter came from the audience. “Uhm… Super Mario Brothers?” Now the laughter was even stronger. Fox’s friends in the back all looked disappointed, and Falco slapped his face. Slippy was all panicking, and Krystal clasped her hands. Oxnard said, “You lost the question, Mr. McCloud! And you… what’s your name?” “Wolf O'Donnell.” “What’s your answer?” “Super Mario Bros. USA!” he cried. “I know about those old human video games from Earth!” “One round for Wolf O'Donnell!” cried Oxnard. Leon was rah-rahing while Panther sighed and continued to ogle the girl he met. “Now the loser of each round has to make themselves look like a fool!” The hamster got out a banana and peeled it for Fox. The vulpine was about to bite it when the hamster said, “No, Mr. McCloud! You lick and suck the banana first!” The catcalls and jeers made Fox grimace. How dare they make him look like a fool! “Name the video game that was the biggest symbol of the crash of 1983, and one only on an Atari console? Mr. O'Donnell first!” “Atari Pacman!” he blurted. “Hic!” Seems like he jumped the gun. “Wrong,” said the hamster. “Pacman’s on many consoles!” “What!?” “You lose, Mr. O'Donnell! Now, Mr. McCloud…” Fox stammered a bit: But there was some magazine he read once that there was some economic disaster on Earth (in fact it was minor, but…), and the Cornerian magazine noted that the game had a certain space theme, based on a movie… which Fox had happened to watch. “E. T.!” he cried. Oxnard’s mouth formed an “O-shape”. “Well, would you look at that! Mr. McCloud wins!” cried Oxnard. Fox’s friends cheered, while Leon was silent. Wolf this time had to suck on the banana. He grimaced and his eyes were red with fury. Oxnard cried, “Round Three! What was the name of the game that inspired Resident Evil! For this round, if you get the question wrong, you lose, period! If both of you lose, you get no money and both of you have to lose the undies! Whoever answers first goes first!” Wolf blurted, “Resident Evil Zero?” Oxnard frowned and looked at Wolf. “Not a good guess at all!” the hamster cried. Wolf growled and stomped on the floor. Then the hamster turned to Fox. “Mr. McCloud…” He didn’t know. The vulpine was frozen still, afraid of making a mistake. Oxxy held out his hand. Three, two, one, and he would lose. Three… “I believe in you, Fox!” cried Slippy, now unafraid to show his true body, warts and all. Two… “You can do it!” cried Falco, holding out a jug of beer. Katt got hers out too and cried, “Do it! Do it!” One… “Go get ‘em!” cried Krystal as she took her bra and panties off. The aphrodisiac jolted some energy into Fox. Something came to mind… something he really wanted. “A Sweet Home!” Fox cried. Oxnard blinked, and his jaw went open, like a cat enthralled with catnip. “Oh my! It’s indeed Sweet Home. I guess you win!” cried Oxnard. “I don’t know how you knew that!” “Face it tiger, you’ve won the jackpot!” cried a brown wolf, clearly intoxicated from beer, in black panties but no bra. She was well-endowed. There were plenty of empty bottles at her table, and she drank them all. “Fuxie, please don’t be so loud!” cried an orange yoshi, seated next to her, who was wearing green briefs. His bulge was a bit on the small side, like Fox’s. She laughed heartily before saying, “Nishi, he’d been jerking off with his honey in public. I saw every fiery moment of it and he’s all fine with what’s happening! I ain’t lowerin’ my volume.” “It’s rude to talk about him like that!” said the agitated dinosaur. “Don’t be coy. I saw you were watchin’ 'em too, and you were all touchin’ yourself as well, Buster Brown.” Nishi lowered his eyes and blushed, before withdrawing and sipping his wine. Wolf grimaced as the hamster had his hands out. After giving away his boxer-briefs, he stormed off in a huff, only to find a slender, eager chameleon embracing him. Leon planted a kiss… and Wolf kissed back with force. The two made out, as the crowd cheered, for a minute. The chameleon then withdrew and got out his long lizard tongue. Wolf gasped as he saw where the tongue was going. The space pirate groaned and panted as he was being pleasured, and the crescendo of cheers from the audience grew and grew. Before he knew it, the pleasure stopped, and he had a bottle of jelly placed in his palm. Leon, who had given him the bottle, was on his fours, his lace off, his butt out prominently. The cheers grew louder and louder. First Wolf, sensing something in his teammmate, smacked Leon’s behind with his hand, once, then twice, causing a welt, and Leon moaned in joy, getting his heartfelt desire. Then Wolf got the jelly and… “Oh god, Krys!” cried Fox. There she was, her ample breasts presented, her hair radiant and beautiful, her lips full and wide, her teeth bright, her eyes lusting after him. First she planted a kiss and began ogling him. The hurried breathing intensified as he began to caress her breasts. The bold Fox then got out his tongue and began to lick them. She shoved his face into her chest as he kept licking. It was like a lollipop for a crazy straight guy, and the moaning and panting egged him on. After a moment she shoved him off, and he landed on his butt. She quickly tore off his briefs and saw that he was quite excited. The swelling and the redness invited her tongue, and she licked and sucked. Fox gasped and groaned for a brief moment, but it ended before he could burst. She then went on her fours, and her eyes told him: Come on in! And so both Wolf and Fox were having at it with their sweethearts, in front of a crowd, and they all were cool with it! “This is too much even for me!” cried the hamster, who was covering his eyes! “Oh, my virgin eyes!” cried General Pepper. “This has got to be rated XXX!” cried the hamster. “Or R-18!” cried the general. “Well he’s doin’ a barrel roll on her at least!” said Peppy. “That’s not funny,” said Pepper. And when it ended, each couple was panting and moaning. Krystal gave a smooch to her honey, and for a moment it was just the two of them, nobody else. The crowd was just irrelevant background noise. “Did we-” Fox asked. “Hmm?” Krystal said. “Conceive?” “Oh,” she said. She looked down and her face looked a bit weathered for a moment. “Maybe we did this time?” “Let’s hope!” The two did a pinky swear, not caring that they were nude and covered in their own fluids. “Buddy, I think it’s time to go home,” Falco said. Now Peppy, Slippy, Falco, and Katt were standing around the two. Fox looked down and saw that Krystal had snapped his underwear in half. —- Fuxie cried, “Take three!” Fox had gotten the money, of course, which helped pay off some debts, but didn’t make him especially wealthy. However he also found a job offer. In between missions, he agreed to be an underwear model for Fuxie’s company, which just happened to be the brand he wore that night. Without the benefit of alcohol, Fox was a lot less courageous, and it was common for him to blush and grimace. But since he already had sex in front of other people in Oxnard’s club, he wasn’t really in a position to reject any of Fuxie’s wild proposals. To be fair, she just had him be in standard-issue white briefs, rather than thongs or anything crazy, but his face was in all the advertising and it was a little hard to get used to people recognizing him on the subway or getting unsolicited phone numbers from random strangers, even though he made it clear he had a girlfriend already. All the poses he did and all the fruit he had to show himself with were so embarrassing! “You gotta spread the legs a little! Show your butt! There you go!” she cried. Behind her was Oxnard, big smile, buck teeth out, all happy that he’s getting to see all the good stuff. Gaydar was there too, slobbering, but Nishi was holding him back, preventing him from ruining the take. Having said that, Fox was clearly uninterested in all of the attention from strangers. He had a lady to tend to. When Fox came home (wearing clothes, of course!), he saw the opened packet of a pregnancy kit. He read the instructions carefully and realized that Krystal was in the bathroom in her bra and panties, reading a kit she had just used. She handed it to him, and he saw the symbols unmistakeably. “Fox, I’m-I’m!” - The two embraced, and they were eager to move forward into the future. They were to have a son. –END–

[shingeki-this-kyojin]

Happy Holidays! Have some of my Modern Collage AU!

Pairing: Springles (Sasha Blouse x Connie Springer)

Rating: G (General Audiences)

World: Modern/Collage AU

enjoy!

It was only 5:49pm and it was already pitch black outside. The wonders of Winter. Sasha stared out the kitchen window aimlessly; watching the snow fall, gazing at passersby walking down the side walk, peering up when she spotted headlights, but quickly leaned back onto the windowsill again when she could see the vehicle and that it wasn’t the one she was looking for. She played with the band around her wrist, and then switched to play with her hair that she had taken down to shower earlier that day.

She was waiting for Connie to get back to their shared dorm home. They rented it with their giant group of friends, seeing as it could fit all of them snugly with the absurd number of rooms and space held within. It was nice having a big house to goof around in and a bunch of cool people to hang out with. It was rare that no one was home, so you were guaranteed to having someone there to bug.

Lost in thought a bit, Sasha barely noticed the headlights in the driveway go off, but the change was enough to have her sit fully up from her lean and smoosh her face up against the chilly glass to get a better look. When she saw the figure digging out bags from the trunk, she knew it was Connie that had come back. More than half the house had gone out somewhere, and the other half were either decorating, or sick, or taking care of the sick.

Sasha broke into a mad sprint to the front door, swinging it open with ease. She started making her way down the walkway. After locking his car, Connie looked up at the form approaching him.

“Hey Sash! It’s freezing out here, go back in, I’m good!” he called with a big smile adoring his face.

She ignored him and continued to make her way forward. Once reaching him, she smiled brightly.

“Gimme half! I can at least help a little!” She demanded in a jolly tone.

Seeing as Marcel and Ymir were sick, Sasha opted to make them some nice soup while Connie left to shop for a few things. She felt bad not accompanying him, but the look of delight on Marcel’s face and the wonky, but genuine smile on Ymirs face with the soup offering was more than worth it. That and Porco thanking her as well in such a heartfelt way. It was nice and then funny when Pieck pointed out how sappy he looked so he retreated back into the living-room (stomped back, more like it) to continue decorating.

Connie relented and gave her about half the bags to which she happily took them, taking big strides back to the house, leaving Connie’s warnings of slowing down and not slipping as well as his comment on how he’d be in the house by now on deaf ears.

Once inside, they were greeted with Porco yelling to “close the damn door” and Pieck welcoming Connie back from the living-room. Connie greeted them both back as he knocked his boot against the outside trim before making his way in. He kicked his boots off, like Sasha did, and dropped his half of the bags off onto the counter. Sasha was already unloading them and placing food into the fridge or freezer or cupboard or wherever they needed to go.

“Ohh! Thanks for the measuring stuff, Reiner still couldn’t find that spoon set that he swore he had. Plus we really needed some big measuring cups.” She exclaimed. Connie grinned back at her in response as he unloaded the bags before him. Placing the bags of chips in the counter top, Connie peered over to Sasha who had collected a number of things and was lining them up on the island.

“Wait, you wanna make the cookies now?” he asked, eyeing up all the ingredients needed for Gingerbread.

“YES! This is what I’ve been waiting for!” She exclaimed, overjoyed.

This was her favorite part of the holidays, making deserts, but especially making Gingerbread cookies. She still couldn’t drive a vehicle herself and had to rely on others taking her out or getting stuff for her, but seeing as everyone was so busy this time of year, she hadn’t been able to go and get all the baking supplies she needed this year. It had her feeling mildly depressed, so when Connie finally asked what she needed that morning, she teared up.

“Okay, okay! Wash your hands and we’ll get started.” He lamented.

She nodded, turning to the sink, before she stopped to tie her hair up into a high pony tale. Connie took this time to wash his hands, and when she began to wash hers, he noticed how much the sweater she wore hung off her shoulders.

“Soooooo, what happened to the sweater?” He asked.

She snorted and started drying her hands.

“I stretched it out a bit too much to make it comfy.” She began, a big grin on her face, ”And then I washed it and the hole was even bigger, so now I gotta go out and buy Bert a new one altogether.”

A lot of them decided to dig into Bertholdt’s sweater collection and steal whatever fit, which, everything fit everyone and then some. Bert didn’t pay any mind, he thought it was cute and happily allowed the sweaters to be borrowed. Key word is: Borrow. So Sasha very much did need to buy the guy a new sweater, but she knew Bert wouldn’t really care much, he’d appreciate her going out of her way to get him a new one.

“So where do we start?” Connie spoke. He’d never made Gingerbread himself, only bought the pre-made stuff at the store to decorate. Sasha looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes and a giant smile on her lips.

She began taking him through the steps: dry mix, wet ingredients, mixing, rolling, all with excitement. At his question as to why she had a sad look about her at points, she told him it was something she and her Grandma would do every Holiday season. She loved it so much and it was always her favorite thing, spending time with her Grandma. She didn’t say much after that and Connie viewed her with understanding. He wouldn’t push what didn’t need to be pushed.

“Well, if you want, we can make this a yearly thing between us.” He started, causing Sasha to stop and look up at him. He folded the dough again and pressed down. “You can teach me, just like your Grandmother taught you, and we can make these every single year!” He finished, grinning and looking to her. She gave a sweet smile back to him and nodded.

“I’d love that, Connie.”

After cutting out all the cookies into people and filling the trays, Sasha popped them into the pre-heated oven where it would take a time before they were done. The two washed their hands again.

“It feels so oo-y goo-y, but it’s kinda cool after a while.” He spoke, a bit grossed out at how the remnants of dough fell from his fingers in little gloops while under the water. It was kinda nasty, but it reminded him of silly puddy and just being a little kid in general.

“You’ll get used to it. Over time, you start to love it and can’t wait for it.” Sasha spoke, obviously remembering over time how she felt about folding the dough.

“Thick doughs feel a lot different from thin ones and wet ones, those are sticky and get EVERYWHERE.” She laughed.

“Yeesh, maybe we can work our way up to that then.” He said in response, wincing a bit.

“Yes, of course!” She agreed.

They started cleaning up after turning some music on to get them into the mood. Cleaning was never the fun part, but it had to be done. They moved around each other seamlessly, almost dancing. When they’d bump into each other they would laugh and giggle quick apologies, before going back into the rhythm. It didn’t take to long to scrub the islands counter and throw away the tiny pieces that didn’t make it and were too small to do anything with, even together. They hand washed the bowls and measuring cups and spoons and utensils, and through idle chatter they found the cookies to be done.

Sasha took them out wearing her oven mitts and put the trays onto the stove top to cool off.

“Kay, so now we get the frosting and stuff ready to decorate!” She began, gathering up the various coloured frostings from the counter to place onto the island.

“Should we use some paper towel or something so we don’t have to clean much again?” Connie interjected.

The strawberry brunette shook her head, yes, and grabbed something from one of the pull-out drawers.

“Parchment paper.” She spoke. “It’ll keep everything clean as we decorate. When we finish a cookie we can just put it back onto the trays for now, since the icing would then need time to set.”

She ripped some of the paper off of the roll and placed it onto the island with the icing.

“Perfect!” Connie exclaimed. “Also, I’ll be back, potty break.” He quickly said before he left the kitchen.

He returned to Sasha touching the cookies lightly. She looked back at him and stated they were cool enough to decorate now. He helped her bring the trays into the island where they could reach things better and the two began their decorating.

Sasha decided to make her cookies look like their housemates. She asked Connie ahead of time to make sure he got black icing to which he had asked if it even existed. After looking to her cookies now and then, he realized why and thought it was cute.

Connie went a different way. He wasn’t so good at piping, nor was he going to bother with filling, so, he just drew squiggles and swirls. He made a face on each one, at least, but the most important thing was having a steady hand with the letters. On the chest of everyone one of his Gingerbread people was a letter. Even if Sasha looked over, she may think that Connie just didn’t know what to fill the space with, so he’d just put a letter there, but she was fully engrossed in what he was doing to pay much attention to him.

When the two had finished they looked over their tiny Gingerbread friends.

“Wow, Sash, thats super cool!” Connie expressed with joy as he looked over the cookies Sasha had worked hard on. “Also, where are the giant muscles on Gingerbread Me?” He joked, earning him a laugh and a tiny shove, which he snickered at.

“No, but, honestly...These are amazing, they’ll love ‘em.” He complimented.

“Thanks, I’m sure everyone’ll have a fun time eating themselves.” She grinned. “So, let me see what you’ve got.” She peered up at him expectantly.

It took him a few seconds of just nervously gazing at her, to move his body away from what he had been covering up.

The Gingerbread people had been placed in a way where the letters on their chests could spell something. It took Sasha a moment of genuinely loving what Connie had done with all the Gingerbread people to spell out what was written.

“...U...Wanna Date...?” She said out loud. It then clicked in. She turned her head to Connie who had the biggest blush she’d ever seen on him, and that alone lit her own face up. She looked back to the cookies, reading it in her head again and then back to Connie who looked a bit more worried than before.

She snorted and then began to laugh whole-heartedly, a sweet look on her face. Connie was a bit taken aback, but when Sasha turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, and then leaned in to kiss him, he knew it was okay. They both smiled into the kiss and they both broke it to laugh. Sasha held him close, to which he responded by wrapping his arms around her waist.

“So what does that mean?” He questioned was a love struck look. She looked up at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“It means, as long as we eat those now, so no one else thinks you’re asking them out, I’ll date you.” She answered.

It was Connies turn to burst out laughing now. He loved her, so very much.

“It’s a deal!”

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My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o9. Confessions

warning: sMut. youngins, close your eyes between ‘em flower borders "✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿”!

It’s funny how fast one falls asleep when she or he is calm within the wings of a beloved.  I’m not much of a deep sleeper, in fact, I’m much an insomniac who spent the majority of her college life living off Ambien.  But today, I discover myself fast asleep, with my head against Junmyeon’s chest.  We sleep through the blaring sun, the rooster’s cuckoo, and even the ringing of my alarm clock.  It’s not until half passed noon when I finally stir awake.  Junmyeon wakes up soon after.  His soft gaze welcomes me to a brand new day; his hands rest against the small of my waist.  

“Hey…” I smile.

“Hi…” he returns my grin.  Then suddenly, like a rude awakening, he panics.  Flinging the blanket away, he feels around his groan area and sighs in relief.  

“Nothing happened,” I assure, bringing a palm up to stroke his jawline.  “You’re safe with me…”

Another sigh escapes his lips.  And then his eye twitches, his face falls with the realization that I know.  I know that he is Suho, he is JunMeow…he’s also my Junmyeon.  Snapping his eyes close in distress, he lifts the covers again and tries to get out of bed but I pull him back down.  

“Do you have something to tell me?” I sweetly question with the pet of his head.

Face to face, he peers at me with those enchanting and innocent cat eyes.  His brow wavers and he parts his lips several times but can’t seem to form words.  Patiently, I wait while stroking his temples.  He’s anxious and unsure of where to begin.  My palm rests against his chest; his quickened heartbeat drums against my fingertips.  It’s kind of a silly thought but the fact that someone values me this much makes my heart skip a beat.  

“I…” Junmyeon struggles to start.  

“Hm?”

“…I’m actually…Suho…” he bites his lips and whispers.

Nodding knowingly, I say, “…I see…”

Puzzled by my lack of an reaction, he elaborates, “…I’m JunMeow…”

Again, I nod.  “I know you are.  You are also my Junmyeon…” I add with a bright smile.  When he looks at me with remorse, I lean in and give him a quick kiss.  It stuns him, glassy orbs dart back and forth as he thinks he’s dreaming.

“Aren’t you…scared of me…?” my lover’s voice trembles.

I choke back tears.  “Why would I be scared of you…?” Brows knit together as I cup Junmyeon’s cheek.  A tear rolls down onto my fingertips.  “…why would I be scared of someone who has been silently loving and protecting me for so many years…?” I tearfully say as pearls roll down my shining orbs too.

“…I’m a monster…” my lover condemns.  Immediately, I shake my head in disapproval at his self-identification.

“You are my precious Suho, my adorable JunMeow, and my Love, Kim JunMyeon,” I correct.

Silvery voice laces my name with sweet nectarine and a dash of salt.  On my own accord, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him in for a loving hug.  Warm smooth skin shakes against my body.  I want to calm him; I want to love him.  

“I should have recognized you from the beginning; everything was so obvious…” I self-blame and he shakes my head to retort my statement.  Pulling us apart to an arm’s length, I laugh into my words, “Was that why you were always naked?”

Bright blush dusts his round cheeks; he brings his palm around to shyly rub the back of his neck.  “Mm…” he turns timid.

I hide a chuckle into my pillow.  “Why is someone suddenly so shy?” I tickle his chin and play.  “You weren’t shy when you showed up naked the first, second…-umph time…” Junmyeon retreats farther until I wrap my arm around and roll over to lie on top of him.  “Muah,” I vocalize into my kiss.  

The bashful soul turns and stuffs his face into the pillow.  

“So…” I pile both my arms on top of each other, over his bare chest, and then rest my chin on top of that.  “…how does this whole transformation thing work?  Were you always part-human, part-cat?” I curiously question.  

“No,” my lover firmly replies.  He hesitates for a brief moment, “I was strictly a cat until you started college…”  Blue onyx flashes with reminiscence.  “I begged God to let me stay by your side…as a human…because I thought that was the only way I’ll get to meet you again…” he earnestly confesses.

Lifting my head up, I peer into his doleful eyes as mine begin to sting with salt.

Like magic, we say in unison, “…I love you…” and it’s the most beautiful three syllables I’ve ever heard in my entire life.  Our lips find each other again in heartfelt gratitude.  The ends of my hair tickles his face and we laugh as we take quick breaths.  We kiss for another fews minutes before I plop back down onto his chest; our lips are swollen from our fervent passion.  

With a soft giggle, I observe, “So I guess I wasn’t cheating after all…”

“Hm?” Junmyeon flexes his abs and glances up with raised brow.  

“Nothing,” I laugh as I draw circles on his bare chest, "I just thought I had two husbands; turned out they’re both you.”

Automatically, his chest broadens; he shakes his head and laughs along.  

“So…how does the transforming thing work?  Do you just randomly transform?  Is there a certain time of the day when you change?” In my mind, I envision Junmyeon morphing back into Suho, under the moonlight, as if he were a werewolf.  

“The rain,” my lover responds.

“The rain?” I tilt my head and ask.

“Mmhm…whenever it rains, I will transform.  Even if I’m inside a building.  Or if I get soaked from head to toe, I would also transform,” he explains.

I gasp.  No wonder he had transform right in front of my eyes when I doused him with water.  Tapping my chin, I absent-minded said, “That means we can’t bathe together…”

The corner of Junmyeon’s lip twitches and he nudges my arm.  “What are you thinking about?” he chuckles.  His eyes curve into adoring happy arches.  

“Na-nothing…” I gasp and belatedly smack my hand over my lips.

“Someone has grown up to be a horny girl…” my lover teases.  

Puffing up my cheeks, I crinkle my nose at him, “I’m a grown woman; I have my needs.”

“Are you like that with other guys?” he grabs my chin and shakes it left to right in a teasing manner.

I smack his chest.  “No.  If I was, I would have done it a long time ago…”

“Hm?  Done what?  I said nothing,” my lover plays coy as he rocks me back and forth.  I laugh into my scoff.

Peering up, I catch the serene glimmer in his eyes.  It must feel good to finally open up about his secret and the fact that I so readily accepted him eases his soul.  With an expression of mischief, I lean in and peck his lips.  Once.  Twice.  Three times, until he’s done with my teasing and rolls the two of us over so that he’s on top and straddling me.  Reflexively, my vision trails down to his throbbing erection that’s inches from my heated core.  I suck in my breath as his hands move from cuffing my wrists to holding down the sides of my hips.

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My bold attitude shrinks into shyness; we stare eye-to-eye at one another.  I could see my enraptured expression reflected into his ocean orbs.  His breath is hot against my neck.  It dawns on me that today would be a day I’d remember for the rest of my life.  “Do…do…” I tremble, “Do you want to have sex with me?”  Breath withheld and lower lip bitten, I gulp and patiently wait for his answer.

Junmyeon slides his hand up the mattress, grazing the side of my body.  He slips his fingers through mine and squeezes.  “Baby,” he breathes into my ears, “Let’s make love.”

My lashes flutter against one another as his lips take control of my body.  He  kisses my jaw and neck, leaving love marks along my silky smooth skin.  Kisses turn into sucking, and then his tongue works his magic, licking down my collarbone and up my arm.  

“Junmyeon…” I mewl as he reaches under my shirt to grab my breast.  He seals me with a passionate kiss; his tongue parts my lips, asking for entrance.  We taste one another and fight for dominance, practically until my eyes roll back and I’m almost out of breath.  He’s just too strong for me.  

His large hands are all over my body, tossing me into a world of ecstasy, I could never achieve through self-love.  My heart, mind, and core begs for more.  If I’m already lost in such a high, what would happen when he… His pointer finger runs up and down my panties, where a wet and darken area screams for affection.  He slips a finger in, and then two.  I yelp, bucking my hip forward.  My hands clench into fists and pupils dilate as fire runs through my body.  

“My Love…” Junmyeon soothes me with a kiss when I gasp from the friction between his fingers and me.  I spew of heated moisture as he moves his fingers in and out, open and close, like scissors.  My head bangs against the pillow and I’m about to lose my mind.  I bite back a scream due to my own stubbornness.  It encourages him to insert another finger, then another.  He widens me in quickened motions.  I bite my lips, refusing to buckle.  His other hand has since lifted up my shirt and bra so that my breasts are revealed to the world.  One hand gropes a mound, while his tongue swirls in circles around the other.  

“Kim Junmyeon!” I finally let out a scream.  

My husband chuckles, removes his hands and lifts up his head to observe my concupiscent state.  The ends of my hair clings onto my sweaty face, framing it to utter perfection.  I’m not naked, and yet completely exposed.  Rubbing the back of my neck to calm me down just a little, he lifts my shirt and bra up and over my arms - freeing us from the thin barrier.  My back collides back down against the mattress.  With both hands on my hip, he slides my very wet panties down my thighs.  His pinky grazes down my legs, causing goosebumps to form on my pure skin.  Naughtily, he stops at my knees to take a front row viewing of my burning core.  When his lips tilt into a smirk, I blush and instinctively close my legs.

Junmyeon grips onto my kneecaps and playfully argues, “You’ve seen mine more than once…don’t I get a peek?”  I turn beet red but allow him to part my legs again.  He licks his lips, evoking a pleading whimper from me.  For some reason, I feel as innocent as a kitten but as feisty as a lioness.

“Ready?” my lover inquires as he moves his hip into position.  

I gulp and wonder how in the world is he such a pro at this…Moistening my gnawed up lips, I nod.  He lowers himself into me, first just the tip to let me get used to the feeling, and then he goes in, breaking parts of me I never knew even existed.  Heaving, I grab hold of his shoulders and mark his flawless skin with my claw marks.        

“Jun…Junmyeon-ah…” I stutter as he lowers himself.  His body presses against mine with the weight of warmth.  Loving kisses eases away my fear and the slight burning sensation that comes with first love.  In and out; it’s such a crazy, unexplainable feeling.  It’s painful, yes, definitely painful but fulfilling and addictive.  Junmyeon slows down at the sight of my wince.  “No…” I protest, “Keep going…please…” It’s almost a plea.  Yet, my husband completely pauses and leaves himself half inside of me so when I am ready again, I needn’t be tormented by the pain of insertion again.  He kisses me, every inch of me, tilting my chin and guiding the nape of my neck to remind me of his loving affections.  

“Baby…” he whispers into my ears.

I lift my hips up to notify him that I am ready again.  Nodding, he sinks himself in again.  My walls hug around him so tightly, he tosses his head back and heaves a prolonged moan.  It turns me on and on my elbows, I prop myself up to observe the action.  Slop.  Slop.  Slop.  It’s kinda fascinating to me, despite the bit of bloody mess.  In and out.  In and out.  Sticky liquid spews from both of us.  Choking back a groan, I hold my arms out.  Junmyeon takes them and hugs me into his arms.  This new seated position gives the two of us less control of our hips but more freedom to caress one another.  It just feels so right.  

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“Junmyeon…” I call as I rest my cheek against his shoulder.

“Hm?” he hums while swaying me back and forth.

“You’re kinda amazing…” I compliment.

Chuckling, he runs his fingers through my hair and reply, “You are too.”

“I love you,” I sweetly muse.

“I love you more…” he responds and kisses the side of my head, “So much more than you’ll ever know…”

I giggle into his shoulder.  My lashes grow heavy.  As I drift off to sleep, I recall Junmyeon lowering us back down to the bed and throwing the covers over our bodies.  

When I wake up again, Junmyeon is no longer in bed.  Stretching my arms out, I automatically conclude that he had transformed back into his cat form and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.  I almost topple over when I spot the handsome man in the kitchen; his cheeks are drenched in tears.  

“Wuh…what’s wrong?” I run up and cup his face in panic.  

“On…” he sniffs.  

My brows furrow, “Did I hurt you last night?”

“…ions…” he finishes with a sneeze.  

Crinkling my nose, I fan away the remnants of his spraying saliva.  I tilt my head and spot the culprit - onions, on the cutting board.  Turning back to him, I throw him an unimpressed look and try to take the knife from his hands but he wouldn’t let me.

“Junmyeon, let me do it.  You aren’t used to chopping things, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I reason.

“I don’t want to see you cry,” he shuts me up with his pure reply.  

I almost lose it in front of him and reveal my internal giddy fangirl.  Instead, I gift him a yummy kiss, pet his head, and compliment, “Good Boy.”

A light chuckle sings into the air.  Skipping to the spot behind him, I drape my arms around his waist and nuzzle my nose against his spine.  

“Did you sleep well last night?” I chirp.

“Mmhm,” he hums, takes my hand from his torso, and brings it up to his lips.  

“Did you?” he returns the question and I enthusiastically nod my head against his back.  He’s so soft and cuddly but strong and masculine…it turns me on…

“Let’s do it again tonight,” I boldly suggest.

He douses my excitement by replying, “It’s raining tonight, Babe.”  

Grumbling, I let go of him, walk around the counter, and take a seat right across from where he is standing so I could admire how suave he looked as a chef.  

“Do you like being a human more or being a cat?” I perk up and ask, what I think would be a goofy question.

Junmyeon looks up from the cutting board and returns the question, “Do you only like me as a human?”

“Of course not!” I answer, almost offended that he thought that.  “I’m a woman with needs but I love you not just for that…I love…everything…” my voice quiets into vulnerability, “Everything about you…”

Noticing my sudden gloomy state, Junmyeon drops the knife on the cutting board and dashes over to me.  Automatically, he tries to wipe under my eyes while cooing out greasy, “I love you.  Please don’t cry.”

“Ah…” I meep and blink my eyes over and over again.  The sting of his onion juice filled fingers causes my eyes to water.  In which, my husband continues to wipe away.  “PABO!” I shout, jolt up from the seat, and run over to the faucet to wash my eyes.

“Oh…” Junmyeon slaps his mouth, finally realizing his mistake.  Raw onion drifts into his nose and he lets out a thunderous sneeze.  

“Aigoo…I married a pabo-yah…” I jokingly complain.  

Lowering his head, he drags his feet along the floor, stops beside me, and nuzzles his chubby cheeks against my wet ones.  Just like a cat…but in human form.  Pouting, I playfully flick his forehead.  “Suho does it better,” I joke.  

“Heh…” Junmyeon beams and clings onto me.  “Did you know when I first transformed, I didn’t know how to walk like a human, so I walked on four legs for three days?”

I muffle a giggle when he tries to reenact the scene.  He sighs in relief noticing that I am cheerful again.

“Do you want to go on a date after breakfast?” I suggest.  Junmyeon happily agrees.

“But wait!” I say.  Beelining to my room, I retrieve a box from under my bed and skip back out to the kitchen with it.  Grinning my cheese puff grin, I hold it out to Junmyeon.  

“What…what is it?” he wonders out loud as he pulls the ribbon.  Inside sits a a small knitted sweater.  “What is this for?” Junmyeon asks.

“For when you’re Suho.  You can wear it to keep warm and also so when you transform, you can be clothed,” feigning a pout, I joke, “I don’t want my hubby’s body to be seen by anyone but me!”

Junmyeon looks at me, touched.

“I’ll knit you a pair of pants too.  We need that too…a large one…” I stroke my invisible beard and conclude.  “You can try them on tonight!” I excitedly exclaim.  Junmyeon places the box down on the counter, wraps an arm under around my thigh and back and lifts me up.

I blink.

“I changed my mind.  I don’t want to go out on a date today,” he explains as he strides over to the bedroom.  I squeal and squirm.  “Let’s make love until the rain falls…” he proposes.  

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Okay so I never bother with looking at follower count or any of that but I realise I’ve not been around enough lately so I’m hoping that this post can show you all how much I love and appreciate you and that I’m very sorry that I’ve let stuff overwhelm me!

@strivia <-- this excitable weirdo right here is one of my best friends and I love her. She posts a lot of awesome content for a variety of different fandoms. My icon was commissioned by her, her art style is really lovely and fun so you guys should check it out! She is always there for me and we can spend hours (and we have) talking about fandom things. We once spent 8+ hours in an edit suite trying to finish editing on a project for class. Oh and she gives the best hugs.

@mobsterkara <--- Xana is one of the nicest people I know. I didn’t really know a lot of people in the fandom and so I overcame some anxieties and hopped into her inbox. I wasn’t expecting such a good conversation (not that I was expecting a bad one) and I was kind of shy but she was so nice to me. We talked about the reasons why Winn and Lyra had become a bad thing and then she was kind enough to let me join a Supergirl chat group with her and some of her friends. I have felt so much happier since joining the chat and have made some really great friends. Xana is so wonderful, she is so brave and good and I’m very lucky to be able to call her my friend. Her blog is awesome so you should spam her with tons of love.

@luthores <--- Neve, my weird food combination loving friend. What can I even say?! Neve is fantastic guys! Her gif making skills are fierce and she always posts such high quality content. Her headcanons are always so fun to read and they give me such great fic ideas (we won’t mention that horrible one that made people want to kill me). Neve is such a funny person and I love getting to know her more. Leaving her tags is especially fun because she always provides such colourful content that gives me so many feels. Y’all should check out her blog, especially if you are a fan of Lucy from Dracula! 

@gaylenaluthor <--- This girl is incredible! She is such a good listener and has such great advice. Her content is always incredible. I was not aware that she loved Carmilla and so I was very blessed with this news because it meant that I could talk to someone else with just as much passion as I have. She is always really supportive and heartfelt whenever we talk. She is also just so funny and makes so many wonderful posts. Plus she is very helpful if you have something deeper that you want to talk about, she replies to anons that have questions whether that be about sexuality, mental health - they are responded to with such care and support. You guys should love her because I do.

@jessthesecretary <--- Grace!!!!!!! HIGH QUALITY SINNING. I choked, Grace! She is wonderful, she always very supportive and she’s just a great person to talk to. She always tells us to go to bed at reasonable hours which despite the fact that I definitely won’t do that I very much appreciate it! She is a very understanding and lovely person and reblogs some awesome stuff. When she shows off the content that she makes you should expect something incredible, I always do and I’m never disappointed! 

@bezzie-mate <--- Lauraaaaaaaa. She scarred me with bald!Kara and bald!Lena edits and I’ve never fully recovered. She always says that her blog is crappy but she is a liar, her blog is great! She always leaves me tags that make me smile and the way she drags a certain stale, white bread never fails to amuse me. She is a great listener and I enjoy talking to her about pretty much anything. She deserves so much love and appreciation!

@strange-the-emily <--- Em! She is always so great to talk to, we have a lot of similar opinions so it’s always nice to have someone that I can discuss my opinions with. We’re both somewhat quiet but she always has such lovely things to say and is very supportive of everyone. Pop into her inbox and show her some love, she loves Supercorp so you know she’s a great person!

@lenazorel <--- Mia! She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Anyway...she is fantastic and always makes such beautiful gifsets, go check out the last one she made because it is incredible and she worked so hard on it. She created the famous Lena yeeting Mon-El lion king gif and it will always be my favourite post. She is always very supportive and I love getting to know her more. She is into a lot of the same fandoms I am and recently I got to talk to her about my experience at the Wynonna Earp panel at Fan-Expo. She loves Supergirl, Orphan Black and Wynonna Earp and I’m sure she’d love getting to talk about her thoughts on all of them. I know I love hearing her talk about them. She is so kind and thoughtful so you guys should love her!

@saving-from-falling  <--- Gabby! I’ve not known Gabby for very long but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know her. She always has something nice to say and she’s very understanding, she’s sent me some really nice messages that have made me feel reassured and it’s been really helpful to me. She got to go the recent Supergirl event with Katie McGrath and tried to give as much info as she could, I’m insanely jealous still! I’m looking forward to talking to her and getting to know her more because from what I know she is an amazing person!

@mobsterlena <--- Quinn!!!!! My dude I love you. He is a very kind, very funny and very awesome person. He works so hard and I’m very proud of all of the things he’s accomplished. He gave me inspiration to make some graphics and write little fics about having a trans Conner Kent and it was so much fun getting to express myself in a creative way. He always gives me such love and appreciation and I wanted to take this time to send it back! He is lovely and his inbox deserves to be showered with love. 

@mostazasa <-- My very talented friend! They make such amazing Supergirl fan art and I met them through me reblogging some of their artwork. Their artwork is one of my favourites and they work so hard on it. They always have time for me and they are always available to listen and rant. I love having conversations with them because I love being able to show my appreciation and make them smile.

@sarcasm-with-sarah <--- Sarah is amazing. She sends me headcanons and inspires my creativity. She always helps me with my writing and I love getting to bounce ideas back and forth with her. She once sent me a bunch of random headcanon asks and it made my day! She is a great listener and a great friend. I love that our mutual love of Supergirl and Supercorp has brought out such creativity and fun conversations. She is amazing and you guys should love her!

@schrei-lost-punk <--- Ara, my wonderful friend. They are so random but I love them so very much. They always, without fail message me when I’m upset, they always send me fun gifs and play games so that I become less anxious. They are so supportive and understanding and they always do anything they can to make me feel comfortable. Our conversations go from being really random to sending gifs back and forth to deep and more serious topics. I wish I could hug them in person because I love them an awful lot and I’m very glad we became friends. They call me kitty kat and it makes me really happy.

@tacpee <--- I don’t think we’ve ever spoken but you always reblog and like my posts and I really appreciate the constant love you show me! I’m 99.9% sure that you are one of my more constant anons and I always love seeing your URL in my notifications. If you ever wanted to pop up to me then please feel free because I think you are incredibly awesome and I would love to get to know you (but you definitely do not have to and I will never force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with).

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Hmmmmn do u have any all-time fave fics u could ref? I trust u

OH MAN!!! u didnt specify any fandom so im assuming you mean my all time faves from WHEREVER and OH BOY!!! 

i actually have fic rec page on my blog which spans over a whole bunch of fandoms and has cool legends like humor and angst and stuff (im still working on it tho omg) along with my catchall fic tag where i shove all the fics i reblog. but you asked for my ALL TIME FAVES so here are some off the top of my head (im limiting myself to one per fandom or else id be here FOREVER). 

(note: pls check the tags of fics before you read them)

Designations Congruent with Things by cleanwhiteroom (alt link) [Pacific Rim]

He begins at it already pried apart

OHHHHHH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. oh my GOD. okay i lose my shit over Designations Congruent with Things on a yearly basis because it is, by far, one of the most stunning pieces of fiction ive read. full stop. not only is it a feat of fanfiction (it’s GODDAMN LONG. it’s been taken off of ao3, so i cant check the wc, but damn i remember it was long), but as a story, it’s just. god, i dont even know what to say. ive already talked about this fic in a previous ask, so im just going to reiterate all my love again, just phrased slightly differently.

DCwT is an epic piece of Newt/Hermann Pacific Rim fanfiction. it follows Hermann and Newt after the events of the movie and delve painfully into each and every consequence their actions cause. it’s quite possibly the hardest thing ive ever read, for many reasons; the emotions are so vivid and they hurt; the science is so well researched it took me an hour to get through a paragraph because i my brain was still trying to catch up; Run On Sentences For Miles; it’s really, really goddamn long. i remember it got some flack for being over complicated, but in my opinion, the things that make this fic difficult are exactly what make it incredible. it’s overly cerebral in a way two messed up genius scientists would absolutely be. this fic is. i dont have words for it. i have only read the whole thing in its entirety ONCE and i have tried to reread it but goddamn is it difficult. this fic is definitely not for everybody, but it’s a piece of art that gained a bit of a cult following back when it was updating. (theres a fictional band in the fic that inspired ppl to make the band and the music real. RIGHT???) anyway this fic is basically the cornerstone which i worship when it comes to fanfiction as a genre of literature. jesus christ. jesus christ.

World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile [Les Miserables]

Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn’t even opened his mouth yet. That’s got to be a record, even for them.

“I need a favor,” he says at last.

“With what?” says Grantaire. “Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I’d be awesome at cults, I just know it.” He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. “I love chanting, I look great in robes—”

(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)

if youve ever been in the les mis fandom i know you know this fic. i know youve already read this fic. i know that your dog has probably already read this fic. i know that this fic has been recced to hell and back, and currently resides as the most kudo-sed work in the les mis tag on AO3. but im reccing it anyways because it’s just THAT GOOD. this fic got me INTO THE FANDOM. pacing. plot. characterization. teen angst. HUMOR. this fic is perfect. literally no other words. it’s just perfect. i read this in my last few months of senior year high school, and never before have i ever read a fic that actually, truly, felt like it was about teenagers. the narrative and the voice. the dialog. god. if this were a book, id buy it. and that’s saying something because im always BROKE. but id buy this fic. several times. who am i kidding. you dont need to know this bc youve read this fic before. if you havent, please. do yourself a favor. oh my god. oh my god. (and when youre done, read all of idiopathicsmile’s other fics too god theyre all SO GOOD)

catch me if you can by isawet [Teen Wolf]

What do you think of my solution to the Kobayashi Maru?

hands down one of my favorite teen wolf fic. a vague summary gives way to a fic with incredible characterization. fucking beautiful writing style. non-chronological story telling done wonderfully. and gosh, that ending. hilarious in tiny bits that make it all the more better. just, honestly. this fic needs so much more love. it’s my go-to fic whenever i want to understand just how one can utilize suspense and tension in writing. what the hell. what the

Segments [series] by d_aia [Kingsman: The Secret Service]

“Are you sure that’s how you want to tell him?” Merlin asked once again.

“He will need space to deal with situation. It’s how he copes,” Arthur explained and a bit pretentiously at that, if one were to ask Merlin. “I’m giving him a place and a reason to run.”

Merlin chose to shut up.

all fics in this series? my favorite. it’s intelligent, brutal, beautiful. it’s been a while since ive read these, but theres a reason these fics still haunt me. god. god.

Graduate Vulcan for Fun and Profit by lazulisong [Star Trek: AOS]

It really does take a village to raise a Jim.

The members of the Kelvin’s crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.

I LOVE THIS FIC SOOOOOOO MUCH. it’s a really delicate, heartfelt piece that isnt afraid to be an asshole sometimes, which is basically jim kirk in a nutshell. not only does it go through an incredible reflective relationship with some rando vulcan who decided to take him under his wing, but it does so in a realistic way that doesnt over dramatize aspects, but still ends up very vivid. also, THERES VULCAN LINGUISTICS. linguistics + fanfiction = 10000000% Best Shit EVER.

fathers and sons by M_Leigh [X-Men: DoFP]

“I have an – interest – in Peter Maximoff,” Erik said, somewhat grudgingly, glaring. “A – familial – interest –”

Everybody stared at him.

“In that – mutantkind is one – large – family –” Erik said valiantly, if pathetically.

“Oh, shit,” Alex said. “No way. No way.”

ghghgfjhdh the first xmen fic i ever read and by far, the most fukcgin hilarious. jesus CHRIST. theres just something subtly incredible about how the author uses phrasing to make every sentence as goddamn funny as they are. im really in love with the comma placement in this fic. every comma is exactly where it needs to be. every em dash is where it belongs. IM NOT MAKING SENSE, but i would send this fic to people as a prime example of narrative humor uplifted via phrasing and punctuation. just read this fic. it’s got Hank POV, Charles being a “strange lecherous Englishman”, Peter being a Teen, and everybody drags Erik’s fashion choices. 

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces [Yuri On Ice]

Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.

(Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)

SO!! FUCKING!!! GOOD!!!!!!!! i think ive mentioned how much i LOVE LANGUAGE and this fic tackles the language barrier in a beautiful, earnest way. as a bilingual, this fic was just so so so good. victor is just bounding with love in this fic and the writing just feels so..,,,,warm.,,,,, 

OKAY i know you only asked for fic recs and not….all these rambles but. i just have a lot of love for fanfiction. fanfiction is so great. we are so lucky. we are so lucky. dont 4get to leave kudos and comments on fics you like! happy reading anon!!!

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You Started It

Dan and Arin can't help teasing their sexy new co-worker Vernon, though they might be surprised by the fact that he can give as much as he gets.

Vernon wasn't really sure how he had gotten to this particular point in his life.  It was the middle of a workday; he should be nose-deep in paperwork and planning, and yet here he was, bent over a desk, basically begging his boss to smack his ass.  Although a typical workday at the Grumps office was already more than a little unconventional, this was ridiculous.  

--

It had really started when Arin jokingly snapped a picture of Vernon's ass with a goofy grin and a thumbs up and posted it to Instagram.  Vernon had turned beet red when Arin showed him the picture, and he had almost fainted when he saw that the likes and shares on the picture numbered nearly in the thousands.  Part of him was a little mortified at the strong response to the picture, but another part found it kind of gratifying.  He knew he was in pretty good physical shape, and all that biking had done wonders in making his butt look nice.  He generally tried hard not to let any physical features determine how he felt about himself (a lifetime of teasing about his dorky glasses made him wary about putting too much stock in his looks), but a few hundred comments along the lines of 'he THICC' and 'lemme smash' could do wonders for a man's self-esteem.  So the fact that he started wearing shorter and tighter shorts around the office wasn't all that surprising, as much as he tried to convince himself it was just happenstance.  Urban Outfitters had a sale last week, he reminded himself.  It's got nothing to do with wanting anyone to look at my ass.  What was pretty surprising was the response he got from his co-workers. He figured Arin had just been messing around and trying to get a good reaction when he took that picture; Arin's sense of comedy often involved blurring the lines of heterosexuality, and Vernon had a hard time knowing when the jokes stopped and real interest began.  He started to realize there might be more to Arin's teasing one day when he was bent over his desk, mind lost in a maze of numbers and trying his best to coordinate opposing schedules.  He was almost startled when he heard a rustling behind him and saw Arin staring at him, eyes dilated and lips parted.  The air was heavy with something Vernon couldn't place yet, and his heart started thudding hard against his chest.  Vernon laughed to try and drive away the sudden tension he felt.  “See anything you like?”  Arin nodded slightly, a wicked smile curving his mouth.  Vernon wasn't sure what would've happened next, but a shrill call from the other room broke what had been building between the two men.

“Yo asshole, you got those Lucky Charms or do I have to get 'em myself?”

Arin laughed.  “I'm sorry, Daniel, let me just bring them to you on a gold-plated platter like the princess you are!”  Dan's squeaky laughter from the other room made Arin break into a grin before he strode past Vernon on his way to the kitchen.  He turned back to his work, although all thoughts of planning and analyzing had been suddenly driven from his mind.  That was definitely not just another one of Arin's jokes; he'd been looking at Vernon like he was his next meal and he hadn't eaten in days.  He realized in a dim way that it wasn't a terribly appropriate way to look at one of your employees, but it hadn't made him feel uncomfortable or scared; it made him feel...powerful.  Important.  Adored.  He'd always had a bit of a praise and flattery kink, and the thought of Arin sinking to his knees and kissing the space between his thighs and working his way up was more than enough to drive him crazy.  As these thoughts ran through his mind, making him giddy and nervous, Dan waltzed up to Vernon and peered over his shoulder.

“Whatcha doing?”

Vernon giggled. “Uh, you know, coordinating...stuff.  Punching numbers.  You wouldn't understand.”

Dan scoffed in mock affront.  “Oh, I'm so sorry, Mister Numbers-Guy.  Didn't realize we had a genius on our hands.”  They shared a smile and Vernon relaxed a little; at least with Dan, he didn't have to worry about any potentially problematic feelings or desires.  “Well, keep up the good work, big guy.” Dan finished his sentence with a light smack to Vernon's ass and a cheeky wink and bounced away to find Arin. Vernon found the wind knocked out of him once again.  Okay, so maybe there were two things to worry about.

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Three days later, after many late-night musings (and more masturbation sessions than he could count), Vernon had come to a decision.  Yes, it was true that having sex with one or more of your co-workers was something that could result in problems down the line.  Yes, this was probably the best job he'd had in years and he hesitated to do anyone that could jeopardize it.  Most importantly, it was true that if he didn't at least try to sleep with Dan and Arin, the squandered potential would haunt him for the rest of his damn life.  So he had called an impromptu meeting between himself, Dan, and Arin to bring things out in the open and hopefully bring the teasing and frustration to a conclusion one way or another.  The two men sat together on the couch, closer than was probably necessary, and were looking at Vernon worriedly.  He stood before them and took a deep breath before beginning.  “So listen, guys--”

“Look, man.” Dan suddenly interjected. “If this is about me smacking your ass the other day, and staring at it a bunch for a lot of days before that, then I'm really sorry.  We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and we won't do it again.”

Vernon cocked an eyebrow.  “We?”

“Yeah, me and A-me and...um, Ross.  You know how inappropriate he can get.”

“Huh. Funny, I've never seen him staring at my ass, or taking a picture and putting it online.”

Danny sighed, turning slightly to Arin.  “Sorry man, he's got me there.” Arin grimaced and opened his mouth for what was sure to be a heartfelt apology, but Vernon held up a hand to stop him.

“Guys, really, I'm not mad.  That's not what this is about.”

“So what's it about, then?” asked Arin.

“Well, you know, I, uh...”  Of course this was the moment his confidence would choose to falter.  After a long and painful moment, Arin interjected.

“Vernon, do you think that Dan and I are hot?”

“Um...” he smiled gratefully and nodded.  “Yeah.  Like, I'm pretty sure you guys want to have sex with me, and I have not stopped picturing it for like, days now.”

Dan sighed with relief.  “Oh, my god, dude.  Arin and I have been talking about it for weeks. Like, you've got such a tight little ass, and...”  Dan stopped and made hesitant eye contact with Vernon, who smiled.  “Go on.”

Dan grinned viciously.  “You've got a tight little ass that I would love to just...”  He coiled slowly off the couch and approached Vernon.  “Love to get my hands on.”  He cautiously but sultrily moved towards the other man, wrapping his arms around his upper body and drawing him close.  They shared a heated look before Dan began kissing Vernon; as their kissing grew more heated, his hands made their way to the aforementioned ass and began squeezing gently. Vernon moaned into Dan's mouth and began rocking himself against Dan's lithe body; his mouth moved down to Dan's throat and began searching for a spot that would make Dan melt.  Once he found it (just above the collarbone), he began sucking at it until a red bruise began to form.

“Oh, fuck,” Dan breathed into Vernon's ear; his hands began to shift forward toward Vernon's crotch and he whimpered as Dan started rubbing gently through the fabric.  Vernon was already leaking, and in a few moments he was fully hard and had to bite his lip to stop himself from begging, begging Dan to unzip and start stroking him.  He seemed to be able to read Vernon's mind anyways, because his deft fingers soon found their way into Vernon's pants, and his sinewy hand began slowly, teasingly pumping his shaft.  Vernon was already so overwhelmed, he couldn't possibly think of anything else that would make this better, until he heard Dan's low voice utter, “Get over here, big cat.”  Yes, he would very much like it if Arin came over and started playing with his ass; he had almost forgotten him in all the excitement.  When he turned to look at Arin, though, he seemed almost...sad.  Like a kid who's been forgotten on the edge of the playground while everyone else runs off to play with the new toy.  Arin was almost totally curled in on himself, but he managed to peer up at Dan, eyes wide and shining.  “Are you sure, babe?” he mewled.  Dan pulled away from Vernon (an act which made every cell in his body scream in protest) and strode quickly over to Arin, taking him in his arms.  

“Of course, Arin.  Why wouldn't I want us to do this together?”

Arin looked pitifully up at him, though the clouds seemed to be clearing from his brow.  “You seemed like you were having fun without me...”

Dan scoffed and looked at Arin as if he were just being silly.  “Come on, now.  Who's my special guy?”  Arin couldn't resist Dan's charms for too long, and soon he was giggling like a kid while Dan crooned loving words into his ear.  Vernon couldn't help but smile at this sweet display but his neglected erection began to demand attention after a short while.

“Uh guys, should I, like, go...or?”

Dan jumped as if bitten when he remembered Vernon had been standing there.  “Oh fuck, I'm sorry, Vern.  It's just, you know, Arin and I have never...shared anyone before.  And yeah, we thought about it, and we probably would have asked you if you hadn't brought it up first, but it just took us by surprise.  It's a big step, and...I'm just fucking rambling now and you probably just want to get off, huh?”

Vernon laughed.  “I want you both, dummy.  Get over here and do what you've wanted to do for weeks now.”  He bent himself over a nearby desk and thrust his ass out tantalizingly; god, he really hope no one else walked in here right now.  He was rewarded for his patience when a firm, meaty hand slapped him hard, making him cry out.  He felt a dribble of pre-cum leak out of his cock and a dim part of him hoped that Arin had left a big red mark on his ass.  “Dan, if you don't get over here quick Arin and I are gonna have fun without you.” Arin slapped his ass again, hard enough to leave a throbbing sensation.  “You're a cheeky little shit, Vern.  Dan, you know what we do with the mouthy ones, right?”

“Oh yeah, I know exactly what to do with this one.”  Dan strode over, all swagger and intimidation, and Vernon fought the urge to make another bratty remark; he could feel the conscious part of his brain being pushed aside, and an urge to let himself become their plaything took over his entire mind.

“What do you do with naughty boys like me?”

Dan smiled, pulling off his belt in a quick motion.  “You're about to find that out, aren't you?”  He pulled his belt from both ends until it made a snapping sound, then he bent to tie Vernon's wrists together.  Dan made steady eye contact with him as he did so, wanting to make sure it wasn't too much; he nodded as Dan cinched the belt around his wrists tight enough to hold him in place.  Vernon began moaning as Arin started licking him from behind, starting from his taint and working his way up to the tight pink hole.  He nearly screamed when Arin's tongue worked its way inside, going deeper until Vernon cried out, fireworks shooting behind his eyes.  He noticed that he had come without even being touched, but this was beyond pleasure now; he was filled with the need to satisfy the two men, to be used and fucked as much as they liked.  Dan began to caress his hair, then grabbed it at the roots and brought their faces close together.  “You want me to fuck that dirty little mouth, baby?” Vernon could only nod helplessly; Dan grabbed his upper arms and pulled Vernon off the desk and onto the ground.  Arin had started working a finger into Vernon's ass, accompanied by some kind of lube that Arin must have been carrying with him; god, they'd been planning this, hadn't they?  Vernon cried out again as Arin pumped a finger, then two fingers, in and out of his ass; Dan's hard cock was suddenly a millimeter from his mouth, and he began sucking hungrily at the head, making Dan sigh with pleasure.   His cock miraculously grew hard again as the two men fucked his holes; he moaned through a mouthful of cock as Arin squeezed his ass, muttering about how good he felt inside him.  After a few minutes, both of them could only yell curse words as they came, Dan on Vernon's face and Arin on his asscheek.  Vernon smiled, licking the pearly semen off his lips before he felt his arms buckle; Dan moved quickly and caught him before he could fall to the ground.  He sighed as he lay his head in Dan's lap; Dan began stroking his hair, telling him how good he had done and how amazing he was.  Arin took Vernon in his mouth and finished him off; Arin swallowed the last drop of Vernon's cum and Dan leaned forward, kissing Arin lovingly until they lay in a heap with Vernon cuddled between them.  He smiled and mused that this was more than likely the most memorable job experience he'd ever have in his life.