#anyway that had better be a lie because if it's what i think it is HOLY FUCK THAT'S HORRIBLE

[gilbirda]

Personal coach Red Hood

Another quick one before sleep. This is honestly becoming a fun wind down exercise to relax before bed! I highly recommend just letting the words come as they come and disconnect for a moment.

Shout out to @impyssadobsessions and @emeraldsandamethyst for hyping me up as I write this fic! Thank you for the support!

Part 1 || Part 3 - Part 5

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Jazz flexed her right hand and picked up the wooden spoon again. Her knuckles were definitely bruised and it was going to be annoying for a day or two. 

She sighed. 

Not even making her favorite soup was proving capable of cheering her up anymore. She kept going back to Hood screaming at her after the bank robbery earlier that afternoon, how he grabbed her and pushed her away.

His constant rejection stung, and she wasn’t stupid — smiling and having a positive attitude wasn’t going to magically change his mind. She tried to prove she was smart, resourceful and strong enough; and if it wasn’t enough for him then there was nothing she could do.

She could try her luck with the other bats, but she didn’t know if he had already warned them about her or something.

Jazz tried the soup and winced. It was… not fine. Tasted slightly burnt and needed more salt. She shouldn’t be cooking while in a bad mood since she was messing even the soup she could do with her eyes closed.

A soft tap on her balcony window made her jump and then chide herself for being so easily startled.

She turned, finding the same vigilante she had been thinking about. What did he want?

He said something, but his voice was muffled through the glass, and with the helmet’s voice modulation she couldn’t make the words. Jazz pointed at her ears and shook her head. The man sighed, given how his shoulders slumped, and took off his helmet.

Jazz’s eyes were glued to the white locks of hair he had at the front. 

“I want to talk.” He said.

She considered him — the disarmed body language, the tense lips that weren’t a smile, his fingers tapping the helmet. She was sad and a little bit mad about the incident that day but…

She checked the soup one more time and sighed, turning off the stove and putting the pot away.

“What do you want?” Maybe she could have said that less like she wanted to bite his head off, but she was tired and mad and hungry. And he had been an asshole to her for the better part of a month.

Hood just stood there, quiet. She raised an eyebrow.

“Your food sucks.”

Jazz took in a deep breath and moved to close her balcony glass door, considering the conversation over. 

“Wait,” he stopped her from totally closing the door, “I didn’t mean that.”

She glared at the whiteouts of his domino mask. “You don’t have to lie, I know I’m not a good cook.”

“Okay, then your food has… room to improve?”

This made her chuckle, but it was more because of the face he made. He looked completely out of place, trying to play nice like this. 

“What do you want?” She asked again, reopening the glass door. This time, she also made a gesture to let him inside if he wanted. Surprisingly enough, he followed, his helmet under one arm. “Want something to drink? I may have some apple juice, but I’m not sure.”

“Beer?”

“Are you drinking on the job, Mr. Hood?” She smirked, enjoying the way he huffed at her words.

“Call me just Hood.” He shook his head. “And I’m fine just like this. I’m not staying long anyway.”

She shrugged. “What do you want?” She asked for the third time.

Jazz watched him shuffle his feet and run a gloved hand through his hair. He was nervous, avoiding her eyes. He reminded her so much of Danny, and how hard it was for him to open difficult conversations.

“After— After you left, I saw the snipers. Thank you.” He added with a small voice. It was genuine. “They could have really turned the situation to something worse, and… and I couldn’t… I didn’t…”

“It’s fine. You were busy.”

He was talking about the guys on the rooftops that she took care of, and the reason why she couldn’t follow him into the bank on time before the lockdown. She tried to explain, but he cut her off so rudely so he might have found them tied up and knocked out where she left them.

He shook his head again. “I didn’t let you explain.”

“No, you didn’t.” What was the point in sugar coating? “You were, and excuse my wording, a grade A asshole.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.” He sighed. “That I am.” He cleared his throat but didn’t speak for a few moments. Jazz waited patiently as he gathered his words. “I’m not a good mentor. I don’t even know what I could offer you. And I’m a ‘grade A asshole’, but… You are one tough motherfucker to keep coming back again and again... And you did me a solid today… I guess what I’m trying to say is—”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, I will be your student.” She smiled and extended her hand. “When do we start, teacher?”

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[rosemariiaa]

~I’ll make it up to you~

pairing- Paige Bueckers & Azzi Fudd

P.S: for the anon with the prompt suggestion for azzi and paige, i have to fix it up some because i looked back and literally did not like anything 🤕, tried to make this a lil more better to read and professional

warning: smut,swearing, little fluff

Enjoy!!!

The post-game excitement filled the air, fans crowding around the UConn players for autographs and selfies. Paige Bueckers stood off to the side, signing jerseys and posing for pictures, her eyes occasionally drifting toward Azzi Fudd, who was surrounded by an unusually large group of fans. One fan, in particular, a tall girl with bright red hair, seemed to be monopolizing Azzi’s attention, laughing at everything she said and leaning in a bit too close for Paige’s liking.

Paige felt a pang of irritation. Azzi was always nice to the fans—too nice, sometimes, in Paige’s opinion. She forced a smile for the next fan in line, but her eyes kept darting back to Azzi and the red-haired girl, who now had her hand on Azzi’s arm, laughing at something Azzi said.

Paige clenched her jaw, finishing up with the last few fans before making her way over to Azzi. “Hey, Azzi,” she called, trying to keep her tone light, though the undercurrent of jealousy was hard to miss. Azzi looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Paige. “Hey, Paige! Just meeting some awesome fans here.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Paige said, her eyes flicking to the red-haired girl, who was now looking at Paige with a curious expression. Azzi seemed oblivious to Paige’s growing irritation. “This is Emily. She’s been a fan for years. Can you believe she traveled all the way from California to see us play?”

“That’s dedication,” Paige said, trying to sound impressed but failing to keep the edge out of her voice.

Emily, seemingly unaware of the tension, beamed. “Yeah, I’ve been a huge fan of both of you for ages. You’re both such inspirations!”

Paige forced a smile. “Thanks, Emily. We really appreciate the support.”

Azzi glanced at Paige, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Paige said, a bit too quickly. “Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “Alright. We should probably get going anyway. It’s been a long day.”

Emily looked a little disappointed but nodded. “Of course. Thanks so much for taking the time to talk with me. You both are amazing.”

Azzi gave Emily a warm smile. “Thanks, Emily. Safe travels back to California!”

Paige managed a polite nod before turning and heading toward the locker room, Azzi quickly catching up to her. “Paige, wait up,” she called, grabbing Paige’s arm gently. “What’s going on?”

Paige shook her head, trying to pull away, but Azzi’s grip was firm. “Nothing. Just tired.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, forcing Paige to meet her gaze. “Don’t lie to me. What’s really going on?”

Paige sighed, looking away. “It’s just… you’re always so nice to everyone. Sometimes it feels like I have to compete for your attention.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “Paige, you don’t have to compete with anyone. You’re the one I care about. You know that, right?”

Paige shrugged, feeling a little foolish now. “I know. It’s just… seeing you with that girl, I guess I got a little jealous.”

Azzi smiled gently, cupping Paige’s cheek. “Hey, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, okay? No fan or anyone else can change that.”

Paige leaned into Azzi’s touch, her irritation melting away. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not silly,” Azzi said softly. “Just human.”

They finished their duties and headed back to their apartment. Once inside, Azzi gently pushed Paige against the wall, her eyes dark with intent. “I think I need to make it up to you,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Paige’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”

Azzi’s lips brushed against Paige’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “By showing you exactly how much you mean to me.”

Paige’s response was cut off by Azzi’s mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. All the jealousy and frustration melted away, replaced by a burning desire. Azzi’s hands roamed over Paige’s body, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase any distance between them.

Paige moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Azzi’s hair, pulling her even closer. Azzi’s lips trailed down Paige’s neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Azzi,” Paige breathed, her voice trembling with need.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Paige’s. “Bedroom,” she commanded softly.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind them. By the time they reached the bed, they were both down to their underwear, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Azzi pushed Paige onto the bed, crawling over her, their lips meeting in another searing kiss. Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. Azzi’s hand slipped under Paige’s bra, cupping her breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple, making Paige arch into her touch.

“Azzi,” Paige gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Azzi’s eyes were dark with desire. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, her fingers deftly unhooking Paige’s bra and tossing it aside.

She trailed kisses down Paige’s body, her lips and tongue teasing and tasting, driving Paige wild with need. When Azzi’s mouth closed over one of her nipples, Paige cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Azzi’s hand slid down Paige’s body, slipping under the waistband of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “God, Paige,” Azzi murmured against her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

Paige could barely form a coherent response, her body on fire from Azzi’s touch. “Please,” she whimpered, needing more.

Azzi didn’t make her wait. She pulled Paige’s panties off, tossing them aside, and settled between her legs, her mouth finding Paige’s most sensitive spot. Paige cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, as Azzi’s tongue worked its magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

When Paige finally came, it was with Azzi’s name on her lips, her body shaking with the force of her release. Azzi held her through it, her tongue and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her.

When it was over, Azzi crawled back up Paige’s body, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Better?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.

Paige nodded, still breathless. “Much better.”

Azzi smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Paige’s face. “Good. Because I love you, Paige. And I’m never going to let you doubt that.”

Paige’s heart swelled at the words, and she pulled Azzi into a tight embrace. “I love you too. And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Azzi kissed her gently. “It’s okay. As long as you know that you’re the only one for me.”

“I know,” Paige whispered, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle over her. “I know.”

[sampofan28]

(apologies it wouldn't let me save this in better quality)

No but okay I want to start a discussion about this lightcone, because it feels very important to me, but also I don't have a solidified idea of what its trying to symbolize/tell us. Like the puppet imagery is a very specific choice, and in retrospect you could argue it has to do with the way Sparkle puts up a fake persona/Aha themselves controls her (i think, im not big into Sparkle lore so correct me if I'm wrong.) But like, then we go to the Sampo puppet. So is he controlled by Aha? Or was he? Or is it about the fake persona he also puts up? Also I think it's important to note the details of their outfits: Sparkle's puppet is in her normal outfit, and Sampo...is in a suit? He doesn't have his grey hair? To me this implies this is what he looked like when he was last with the Masked Fools closely OR this puppet was made a while ago. WHICH IS SO INTERESTING.

ALSO THE DESCRIPTION IS RLLY CRYPTIC. Here it is copied over: "-Who witnessed his death?" -Me! I spied it with my little eyes! -Who took his blood? -Me! I used my little saucer! -Who dug his grave? -Me! Using my chisel and shovel! The wise uses all techniques in their arsenal, the sovereign soothes their heart with power, the hero views themselves to be righteous, and the fool laughs ceaselessly- "Now let us welcome Ms. Sparkle to bring us the performance of the years-Penacony's Night of Fright!" SO LIKE COPYING IT OVER FROM IN-GAME MADE ME REALIZE IT MENTIONS PENACONY??? AND ALL THE LIGHTCONES TAKE PLACE BEFORE WE GET THEM SO??? HAS SHE BEEN IN PENACONY A WHILE OR JUST A BIT BEFORE WE GOT THERE? I MEAN THE LIGHTCONE ITSELF HAS LIKE A WHOLE GROUP OF MASKED FOOLS WATCHING SO I IMAGINE IT HAD TO BE A WHILE AGO WHICH IS JUST FASCINATING. Also whose the he their referencing??? Immediately I think Sampo but I guess it could be someone else, or not representative of anything and just meant to be her being a bit of an oddball, BUT I DONT KNOW IT FEELS DEEPER THAN THAT TO ME. This lightcone stays in my mind a lot, LIKE EVER SINCE IT WAS LEAKED I THINK ABOUT IT SO MUCH. It also has some of my favorite lightcone art in-game im not gonna lie, its just so funny. (Also I love Sampo wearing a suit and dancing. This is not relevant to any analysis I just need to say it.) ANYWAYS I WANT TO HEAR SOME OTHER INTERPRETATIONS/TAKES ON THIS LC SO PLEASE GIMME ANY TAKE YOU HAVE :)

[our-proshipper-safespace]

I'm so so sorry I need to rant somewhere you really don't need to read it

Tw for mentions of murders, murder attempts, suicidal thoughts, a LOT of salt

I'm tired of holding back like this. I hate hardore antis. I despise them so much. When I say hardcore antis I'm talking about those who deliberately lie about proshipping/proshippers, who actively support harassment and doxxing if done to the "right people", who are genuinely happy when a proshipper wants to kill themself and those who are actually capable of going out and kill proshippers with their own hands. (attempts have already happened, it's real and I hate it)

They're destroying an entire generation. And I want to emphasize the word destroying. Because of them I have increasingly violent intrusive thoughts. I liked to console myself by telling myself that antis were a minority. A dangerous and noisy minority but a minority nonetheless. But what if they werent? What if antishipping/antifiction was in fact, the basic and most normal stance and we've been on the wrong track all along? I just want to cry and sometimes I think maybe they're right? Maybe I'm the disgusting procontact predator they want me to be so bad?

Except I'm not that person. I'm not any of these things. I hate kids, actually. And it's precisely because I'm not these, that I have actually helped children (hate them but still prefer if they're fine and okay yk). I gave money to verified charities and associations dedicated to help abused children. And I know it, I know deep down that many of these antis have in comparison done absolutely nothing to try to save said children. They just cry for pixels. I tried to help some of them with what I could. You (targeted at antis)? How many children have you killed and that you want to continue killing? Because what? They like an incest anime ship? Theyre on Ao3? Come on. We all know you're not helping anyone by doing this stop fooling yourself you're not a court jester

I have a family who loves me, a brilliant therapist (who also hates antis by the way, she's over 45 and knows better than 16 years old chronically online Tiktokers), friends on whom I can count. I have studies. Dreams. & hobbies. And yes in these hobbies there are taboo fanfics. Stuff I do for free for people. For those who want to read this for fun and those who read it for coping

And knowing that everything could end because some people want to kill me is terrifying. I feel in danger OF DEATH. For crimes I never ever committed and would never commit anyway

Hardcore antis are dangerous. I can't say it enough. Don't let any child near these people because as soon as they begin to develop their imagination, at best they will have intrusive and suicidal thoughts, at worst adult antis will turn their backs on them and threaten them with death like all the others before them

Important reminder: antis have harmed and killed far more people over shipcourse than proshippers have over the fucking same shipcourse. Yk what? If they really want to call us pedophiles, fine. So let's play their game. I would call them irl murderers and abuse enablers. (Im joking about this but I had to say it anyway lol)

Besides I don't want any of these antis to set foot in a library. They're going to have a heart attack right out the door

They are dangerous. I agree.

[abby-sturniolo44]

-- Guilty as Sin?- - M.S - -

Summary: You and the triplets are very close friends. Matt’s in love with you but won’t do anything about it because you have a boyfriend (a very shitty bf). What no one knows is the fact that you feel the same way and that lately you’ve been thinking about him a lot even when you’re in bed with someone else.

⚠️warnings: Sex, fem masturbation, mentally & emotionally cheating, language.

A/N (1): I saw someone on @mattscoquette account saying how Matt was so ‘Guilty as Sin’ coded so I had to do it 🫶🏼

A/N (2) : This turned out a little longer than what I expected because it has some introductory stuff at the beginning but I swear you’ll get what you came here for <3 💋

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Me and my boyfriend Langdon have been together for about eight months now. I was never the type who wanted a serious relationship, everything about love cringed me out but there was something about him that intrigued me a lot, maybe It was the fact that he’s very tall and confident or his dreamy green eyes but I don’t know.

Our relationship was very good in the beginning, my friends used to make fun of me saying that I became what I swore to destroy because I acted like those annoying girlfriends who can’t shut up about their boyfriends, so annoying right?, anyways now I realize that what I felt wasn’t real because I didn’t really know him well so I idealized him and fell for a perfect version of him who I created but only existed in my head.

Is not like he’s a terrible person but he’s definitely not a good boyfriend, at first he was very attentive and sweet but as the months passed he started to be more distant, it seems like he’s not very interested in me anymore, we barely talk, when I ask about his day he answers with a quick “it was a’ight” but never returns the question, we don’t go on dates, we don’t even cuddle, all we do is hang at his apartment but he’s always to busy on his phone to pay any attention to me so I just stare at the tv pretending I’m interested in the show or movie he put on and at night sometimes we have sex, On the weekends he usually goes MIA and I won’t hear about him until Monday just to find out he was ‘out with the boys’. The sex has change too, he used to make me feel good and wanted, like it was an enormous privilege to have me, he always make sure I got cleaned up afterwards and that I received cuddles or water or whatever I wanted but now it’s always so dull and dreary, I feel used afterwards, he doesn’t make eye contact with me, it’s like he’s only concern is himself and his pleasure so I just lay there, during he asks if I’m okay, he states how good he feels and after he’s done he asks if I came, I never do but I always lie to him, he puts his shorts back on and then goes on his phone again, so I go the bathroom,I clean myself and then I go back to bed feeling empty.

I tried to talk to Langdon about it, I told him we have a problem but he brushed it off saying that I’m nuts and that we are better than ever. I’ve gotten used to it by now, I know I could just break up with him but there’s a tiny bit of hope that thinks he’ll change so I stay.

Lately I’ve been feeling some type of way about my friend Matt, I’m very close with him and his brothers, I mean we’ve known in each for a long time now and yes I used to have a little crush on him but that was ages ago and it went away so I convinced myself that what I was feeling currently was the same silly feeling I once had and that it will go away just like last time, the problem was that this time was different it was harder to ignore, it was more intense and it filled my mind with crazy thoughts. It started one day at the warehouse, I was sitting on a large table typing the last details of an essay when all of the sudden my laptop shut down even though it was completely charged, I was freaking out when Matt entered the room, he asked what was wrong and after I answered him he position himself behind me, both of his arms were on each side of me and I could feel his scent on my nose and his warm breath on my face, he was trying to figure out what had happened to my laptop but all I could focused on was his hands, holy shit they’re veiny and his fingers looked so long pressing buttons on the keyboard, my breath hitched and I know should’ve but i didn’t look away, I tried to I swear but when I gazed to the side I saw his tattooed arm and I pictured myself tracing the lines of them, I heard him murmured an almost none audible “fuck” that sent vibrations to my whole body, specially in between my legs. I still don’t know how long I was zoned out but suddenly the laptop was back on and he said “there you go sweetheart” and give me a soft smile.

That night I was in my bed alone and I couldn’t stop thinking about those hands, my heartbeat started to race as I imagined how it would feel to have his hands squeezing my hips as he pulls me in for a kiss, I thought that I would bet millions of dollars he’s a good kisser, would he bite my lip?, how would does longs fingers feel inside of me? . I couldn’t stop wondering, my head was fuzzy, my fingers went from resting on my stomach to under my panties and before I realized what I was doing I touched my clit with my middle finger, slowly and in circles, Matt and how his warm breath felt against my skin never left my mind, a familiar sensation of pleasure overflowed my body and I let out a moan which put me out off my trance and I stoped myself from going further. I kept on telling myself that Matt’s just a nice guy who happens to be very attractive and that I was confused because I felt horny and lonely, but that didn’t stop me because the next morning while I was showering my mind went back to Matt and I pictured him in there with me, he’s wet hair and naked body, he’s dick pressed against my back, his lips on my neck leaving messy and sloppy kisses, one of his hands all over my boobs and the other inserting his fingers inside of me and I couldn’t stop, I imagined him talking me threw it until I came undone screaming the name of one of my closest friends. After that I avoided the whole crew for I couple of days, I felt so guilty, I avoided Langdon too but that wasn’t that hard, it’s not like he was eager to see me either.

Yesterday I saw my friends again we went to a scape room and I tried to avoid Matt as much as I could, after that we went to a pizza place, as we were waiting for the pizza Nick and Chris went to the bathroom and Madi was on her phone, I was pretending to be on my phone too so I wouldn’t have to speak to Matt, he was sitting in front of me and I felt him stare but I didn’t looked up. He quickly switched seats and sat beside me, I ignored him again, I thought I succeeded when I saw Nick and Chris approach us but I was wrong, Matt got even nearer to me and whispered in my ear “is it just me or a you avoiding me today?” I told him he was crazy and that we were good but I don’t think he believed me, I’m a terrible liar but even if I wasn’t I know he noticed how my body froze when he whispered to me and how my eyes didn’t locked with his even once, he didn’t talk much after that little interaction between us. I know him, I know he was overthinking about why I was acting this way towards him, and I felt terrible but how I’m suppose to tell him that I’m the worst person alive because even though I have a boyfriend I can’t get him out off my head, that I keep recalling things we never did, that I can’t look at him in the eyes without having an unbearable need to kiss him, that I want him to hold me at night, or how we’ve already done it in my head and how that was the best orgasm I’ve had in the longest time or how it’s not only a sexual thing but also the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him?

Right now it’s the next day and I’m in my boyfriends couch, he’s beside me playing some video game, I’m looking at the screen and I hear gunshots and one of his friends yelling from the headphones he has on but my mind is on Matt once again, everyday day that goes by I feel worse, I know he’s frustrated because he knows something’s wrong but I can’t tell him, and my stupid boyfriend is next to me and doesn’t know shit, which makes me feel even worse, Langdon swears we are perfectly fine and I can’t help but feel like a cheater, I hate cheaters yet I am one, I haven’t touched Matt but mentally I’m full of sin.

Last night I told everything to my friend Madi, who stayed the night at my house to keep me company ‘cause “I seemed off”, of course she noticed too, everyone did, even Chris who’s always distracted asked me what the fuck was going on with me.

After I told Madi she stated that I shouldn’t feel guilty about anything,that we can’t control our thoughts but we can control our actions and I haven’t done anything wrong, she also told me I should break up with Langdon and tell the truth because i would be surprised to know what Matt feels too, I still don’t know what Matt feels, she wouldn’t tell me but it doesn’t matter, I can’t do that, I know Langdon hasn’t been the best boyfriend but he’s not a bad person, I just don’t want to hurt anyone but I guess that’s inevitable. Maybe our relationship is just in a rough patch and If I put more effort into it we’ll work it out and possibly light up the fire again. Yes that’s probably it, In a couple of days everything will go back to normal and I’ll stop getting those crazy thoughts.

Langdon gets off his game and asks me if I’m hungry, I say we should go out to eat since we haven’t done that in a while but he doesn’t want to so I offer to cook us something instead and he agrees, I smile big at him and suggest we could make dinner together but he just says “nah” and goes back to his game, but it’s okay I’m not giving up. I make some quick mac and cheese and we eat in silence, he offers to wash the dishes and I let him, baby steps I think to myself.

I stare at him as he’s cleaning the counter and I analyze him, he’s way taller than Matt, and more muscular, he’s eyes are green, not blue, he’s hair is lighter and slightly longer, he doesn’t have any tattoos and his hands are bigger. Overall they are both completely different people, even their personalities don’t match but weirdly the two of them are my type, which doesn’t really matter because I shouldn’t be comparing them anyway.

I walked over to Langdon and I intertwined my hands over his shoulders, I gave him puppy eyes and I stand on my tiptoes to give him a kiss, a genuine kiss he laughs and says “what was that for?”

“I just felt like kissing you, is there something wrong with that?” I reply with and innocent tone before I kiss him again, this time is a longer kiss, it gets heated pretty fast, he pulls me into his hard abdomen, grabbing my ass with both of his hand and I start to feel the bulge between his legs getting bigger. I pull apart out of breath and I ask him to take me to the bedroom, he doesn’t waste any time as he lifts me up effortlessly, my legs are up in the air and I’m being carried to his room. I can’t help but to think about how Matt wouldn’t lift me up as easily as Langdon just did and how I would tease him about it, (c’mon Matt I’m not that heavy) a giggle at the thought and my boyfriends looks at me weird; “what’s so funny?”, oh fuck, I gotta stop, “nothing don’t worry about it”. He puts me down on the bed and gets rid of his all of his clothes, except his underwear, I do the same and we go back to kissing, he’s laying on top of me, he starts giving me kisses on my jaw and goes down to my neck and collarbones, I support myself on my elbows so he could take my bra off, he squeeze one of my boobs and gently tease the other one with his mouth, murmuring things I can’t understand, all I I can do is moan at the feeling. I decide to take a little bit of control and I switch our position, now he’s laying on his back and I straddle him, I give kisses on his abdomen, down to his happy trail and before I reach his boxers I lick him sensually all the way up until I meet his lips again, I kissed him and I bite his bottom lip, “you are such a tease you know that sweetheart”, sweetheart, he never calls me that, that’s what Matt calls me, why I’m a thinking about Matt again?, I shake my head trying to brush off the thoughts and I remove his underwear, he sits up so we are chest to chest, I take a look at his hard cock and I stroke him a couple of times before I put my panties to the side and I aligned myself into him, I sink into him and the both of us let out a sigh of relief once he’s all in, he kisses me and I start to move back and forth slowly, he guides my hips until we found a nice rhythm, he’s groaning and I moan, my moans gets even louder once i start bouncing up and down on him, and it feel so good, he grabs my ass and my hands are on his shoulders for support, i close my eyes and suddenly I’m in Matt’s bed instead, his brown hair is sticking to his forehead, he’s blue eyes are lock in mine and they look much darker now due to his pupils being dilated, his cheeks are tinted pink and his mouth is open, I see his horse necklace moving along with our movements, his chest moves at a rapid pace as well considering that he’s out of breath. I whine so loudly and I rolled my head back at the overwhelming feeling and his left hand goes to my neck bringing me back to him “press harder, pleeaa-ssee” I say between heavy breaths, “yeah? You want me to choke a little do ya’?” “Omg, yess” , “all you had to do was ask baby”. My only response being the sounds leaving my throat, I place one of my hands on top of his left one that’s choking me and my other one goes to his forearm arm caressing his tattoos. I swear I could stay like this forever; “fuck, you’re so pretty, so perfect, just for me, shit I’m gonna cum babe ” “nonono, wait for me, I’m close”

I feel how his dick twitches a little inside of me, my movements increase even more and I start to tremble as I hit my climax and finally that familiar knot on my stomach pops and I came harder than ever, my eyes are close as I ride off my orgasm, my breaths are still irregular and when they’re about to go back to normal I hear “That was so good baby” and my eyes go wide open in shock. Langdon has a fucked out look on his face but he’s smiling at me with a huge grin and once again I feel like absolute garbage, I get off of him and i quickly go to the bathroom, tears are filling my eyes and my heart is full of guilt and regret, I cannot believe I fucked my boyfriend thinking about Matt but what surprised me the most is that even though i feel terrible, the back of my mind is thinking… ‘if I just came this hard just by thinking of him, how good would it feel to actually have sex with Matt? Does that make me mad? or bad?’ I have no clue all I know is that Madi is right, I have to break things off with Langdon.

[plulp]

whitney (design kinda mid but its alright ill deal with it)

[katya-goncharov]

i just did something a bit stupid :/

[boyfridged]

Do you agree that Jason, as written by Winnick in UTRH and Lost Days, acts out of character post-resurrection if we take into account his post-crisis robin days? If yes, how would you have him act/react to stuff after he comes back from the dead?

tldr: i definitely agree. moreover, classism plays a huge role in it, and i don’t think that at this point the storyline could lose these implications, which makes trying to conceive what an “in character” (for robin jay) version of these events would be quite difficult. 

let’s just start from saying that i don't think it's a secret that i don't really like winick in general. despite his work being mad interesting on a conceptual level (and style-wise, genuinely well written!), he has no love for the characters he writes about. 

imo utrh shouldn't even ever make it into the mainstream batman timeline. i am aware that this is a radical opinion, but my take is that it would do best as an elseworld story (and in this version too it would need some tweaks here and there), because it made damage both to the mythos of batman and jason's legacy that can never be undone. the very premise of the story is so deeply disconnected from jay's original place in the narrative, and so classist at its roots, that there's not much room to truly fix it. 

(i want to say, preemptively, that i am aware that there are people who read utrh as a story of a revolutionary and a victim – and they have the right to do so, but ngl, my view has always been that it was never written as that. utrh reinforces so many stereotypes that it overshadows the revenge tragedy spirit of it all.) 

another disclaimer is that, to be honest, jay doesn't have a very consistent characterization even in his 80s run, and it also has some classist implications that ideally should be either erased or addressed in the text (that winick instead exaggerated and put at the very front of his storytelling.) starlin's writing is, at the end of the day and very much ironically, more sympathetic and gentler in evaluating jay (simply because at the time he would not get away with changes too blatant) but details such as jay saying that "all life is game" and his random nonchalant behaviour that has its origin in the very beginning of starlin’s run are already signs of it. some readers will trace jason's arrogance prevalent in his red hood era to these issues and say that his actions post-res are therefore a logical extension of his robin days, but i don't buy it. even if you want to lean into starlin-esque characterisation, if you consider the core problem of the garzonas plotline – which is power, jay shouldn’t look into the solution of anything in climbing to the top. and if he did, it would have to be written as a “becoming what you feared/hated most” kind of story, which i can see a certain appeal in (and which would at least acknowledge that it was not his initial personality), but which would go back to its classist assumption of cycles of violence and doomed fates.

so – how to make his post-res era more accurate to his post-crisis robin days (and least classist in the process)?

if we were to follow my fav iterations of his characterisation (barr’s detective comics and the ntt appearances) tbh I don’t think a lot would happen, because his personality is quite mild, and just so hopeful there that i wouldn’t expect any extreme actions from him – but then again, the circumstances that he finds himself in post-res, the trauma, and his sensitivity do warrant grief that should become a driving force in his life from now on. the question is, what to do with this grief as a plot device?

i know that plenty of jason fans hate this take but I actually think the concept of jason trying to be detached and cruel but being bad at it might be one of the least offensive to his 80s characterisation. it’s def not accurate to pre-52 canon (apart from countdown perhaps) but imo for jay to be authentic and nuanced he should be conflicted about his own actions. his overconfident behaviour should be a pose – just as his frantic acts in his origin story as robin were. (again, something that many readers don't take notice of – but reading the rest of collins' writing wherein jay quickly settles into being easy-going and even a bit shy is proof of it.)

these two points lead to the “no good deed” narrative that I often talk about - the reading that jason saw his intuitive and self-sacrificial kind tendencies as something that brought him pain and that never was quite efficient, and that post-res he intentionally tried training himself out of. there are some flashes of it here and there throughout the years of the red hood publishing history, but it never got a true spotlight. and if i were to write lost days, jason flinching at his own violence would be a focal point of the story. 

moving on to utrh; i have spoken about it at length before but I think if he were written 1. with more political sensitivity 2. to have retained the same maturity re: the social order 3. to have the same idea of morality, he should have followed more of actual revolutionary tracks and the whole “drug lord” authoritarian figure schtick along with the idiotic idea of “controlling crime” would have to be thrown out of the window. 

and, later on, forgiveness should play a big role in his story. he's so quick to forgive and justify everyone in his robin run – this is also why i reckon his team up with harvey in tfz was a wasted opportunity.

so, in conclusion – perhaps not that much would have to change re: his actions but definitely a lot should change regarding his emotional journey and his position. i would def throw out a lot of mindless violence and power posturing out of it though. and perhaps make him a bit more polite just for the sake of more consistency (this is not me taking a moral stance btw nor tone policing a fictional character. i just think it would be more faithful to his 80s writing unless you want to make him explicitly scared. and it would be funnier tbh.)

[hearties-circus]

Oh g-d I've been withdrawing

[skunkg1rll]

🦨💭

[mythandlaur]

If Naven is married to who I think he is married to, I am going to throw a goddamn fucking table.

[fingertipsmp3]

I really feel like eurovision this year was rigged, and not even because of the mic stuff or ABBA’s 50th anniversary. I just don’t believe Austria got that few votes from the public

[lord-squiggletits]

pharma really is such an interesting case. one thing i’ve always felt with pharma is that he absolutely doesn’t want consequences. and facing up to it requires a lot of looking at and showing people what he’s done and you know. the consequences. i mean hell he’d rather start a plague than say “hey i got coerced into doing a very bad thing by the djd”

I do understand what you mean about Pharma not wanting to face consequences, but on the other hand, I kind of understand why Pharma made a plague rather than admit to medical malpractice/murder? Because like, the thing that I don't see brought up often enough with regards to Pharma is that blackmail... is blackmail. Like, as someone who's unfortunately been on the receiving end of blackmail, the entire point of blackmailing someone is that you corner them into doing bad things by convincing them that they CAN'T turn to an authority figure to ask for help. Like, the person doing the blackmailing generally convinces the person who's getting blackmailed that if they try to reach out for help, the law/authorities/etc either won't care about their predicament or will punish them for the bad thing they did that they're getting blackmailed about.

I kind of feel like (and this isn't an attack on you, just a commentary about the nature of blackmail) when someone like Ratchet looks at Pharma and says "but you could've called for help or shut down the clinic or anything!", it kind of ignores the fact that...... when you're being blackmailed you're fucking terrified, and people who are terrified generally don't jump to the most rational, safe solutions possible? When you add in the fact that Pharma was blackmailed by Tarn of the DJD, notorious hater of Autobots and fanatic leader of a torture club, it's not hard to imagine that Pharma was both afraid and in pain (or threat of pain) while at Delphi and thus wouldn't be thinking straight about it.

I don't know, like. Yeah, on one hand Pharma made a plague and killed a bunch of people to try and cover up his crimes and maintain his career. But he didn't just do it for ego related reasons, he was also almost certainly facing threats of torture and death.

[olli-online]

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[samwisefamgee]

The funny thing about constantly telling yourself that things could be worse is that sometimes. They are :)

[theyarebothgunshot]

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