#as always feel to continue these or add to them

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Deku’s Type!

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Tags: 18+, Sfw-ish, short drabble, fem!reader, aged up! characters, teacher! Deku, kinda vulgar and fucky, im gonna tag misogyny, reader is implied to be “fucked in the head” whatever you want that to mean ^0^!

The boys gather round for drinks and discuss the type of women Deku seems to be fond of, much to his dismay…

“Sounds like Deku’s type,” Katsuki says, smirk in his voice.

Izuku frowns. “I do not have a type.”

Now that makes the table still for a second, not long enough for Izuku to predict the thoughts of his friends, but enough for the rest of the guys to come to the same conclusion.

Katsuki, Denki and Sero are the first to burst out in laughter. Katsuki’s cackle the loudest of them all.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Katsuki laughs so hard he doesn’t even care that Denki is half laid over him, “You don’t see that shit?”

“Come on…” Denki says, still slapping Katsuki’s thigh as he laughs, “you have such a type!”

Izuku frowns, sterner, deciding to ignore the immature three and turning to his other friends for support. Both Iida and Shouto look away, their expressions telling.

“I do not have a type,” Izuku reiterates, firmly.

Katsuki shakes his head, finally shoving Denki off him. “All those girls you’ve dated? Exact fuckin’ same.”

Even Tokoyami turns his head, eyes never leaving his drink but a twinkle of unfamiliar mirth evident within them.

“What does that even mean?!” Izuku exasperates, looking around for a single ally.

“It means,” Mineta chimes in, and although Izuku enjoys his company, he already knows he’s about to hear something deplorable, “you like them sick in the head!”

Shouto can’t hold in his sputter, finally contributing to the conversation— with a laugh. The rest of the table is hooting, a few groans at the wording but nothing at the sentiment. All while Izuku looks absolutely scandalised, clutching his chest, eyes wide open.

“That’s horrible!” Izuku cries, so stunned he can’t even trail off into one of his signature rambles in defence, “that’s- that’s. What?!”

“All the girls you’ve liked man…” Sero starts, “they’re not exactly little miss sunshines are they.” He stops, which Izuku almost takes reprieve in until he continues, “you seem to like them a little off putting.”

“Yeah so he can fucking fix them,” Katsuki snorts.

“It’s your saviour complex,” Denki adds, chin tilted up, trying to look profound.

Izuku is quick to interject, waving his hands around. “You’re the pro heroes.” The poor boy tries his best to convince. “We all have saviour complexes!”

“Not like you do, mon chéri,” Aoyama tuts, then winks before saying, “Hero of Japan.”

“Izuku, They do still call you an honorary pro.” Shouto is trying to be nice, Izuku thinks. “And I’m sure your students think the same.”

Izuku grimaces, he knows he’s always had a complex that encompassed so much more than just his dreams to be a hero, but he doesn’t need it sullied by… that.

“Don’t ruminate.” Katsuki presses a drink into Izuku’s hands. “You like women a little fucked up, so what.”

Katsuki’s words do nothing to comfort Izuku, instead it has Denki and Mineta laughing all over again while Kirishima attempts to calm them down. Iida scolds Katsuki a little, doing a half bow in apology to the passing waiter clearly peeved by all the noise. Deku pays no attention, beginning to spiral in his head.

It feels wrong to view you that way. To view the women he’s loved that way. But he’s not an idiot, maybe a little blind at times but now that the proof is there— oh god—

“Listen, Midoriya, I am sure there are many reasons you have loved the women you have.” Iida notices the growing dread upon Izuku’s face. “You also like to save people. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Tokoyami and Shouji nod in agreement, Ojiro giving his own sympathetic smile.

“Yeah bro.” Kirishima raises a fist in camaraderie, though it’s definitely out of pity. “It’s manly to want to care for others.”

“Think he more than cares for ‘em,” Katsuki slickly adds, in an artful voice that Izuku is more that familiar with, “the fucker get off on that shit.”

This time, it’s Shouto who scolds him, Katsuki’s implications clear enough for even him to catch on. They rest of the guys begin to bicker in the background, one half in defence of Izuku’s less than innocent tastes in women, the other intent on making fun of the golden boy for once.

Though the attention is finally off him, it does not help Izuku feel any better.

Because there’s a thought that lingers… it’s a sick thought, a terrible, horrible, awfully honest thought.

Shit, he does like them a bit fucked up.

My truth is i still don’t know how to punctuate dialogue… pleek don’t look and none of dat…

Anyways I kind of wanna elaborate on Deku’s hero complex coming out in other ways in the 8 years of studying and becoming a teacher, like someone has to deal with it…

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

Quinn pleaseeee 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

I'm gonna put a warning on this because I like it so I don't feel like rewriting it. Warning: shitty relationship with father.

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"Don't touch me. We're fighting."

Quinn didn't seem to care that you were pissed. But pissed didn't even describe the soreness in your jaw from clenching it so tight or the fact that your body temperature was elevated or that all you wanted to do was scream. Glancing over as he stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his face was as it always was calm, his thoughts were probably collected while your brain was firing off things to add to the fire if needed, he looked like he was in control of his body while yours was being controlled by the rage inside you. Looking at Quinn only pissed you off more so you just looked away.

After a minute, you decided it was best to walk away and cool off before you said something you'd regret. Quinn on the other hand, wasn't done fighting he wanted you to understand his point of view and he didn't wanna wait till morning. As you made your way down the hall you could hear Quinn's footsteps behind you.

"Wait Y/N, Let me explain." He went to gently touch your arm in hopes that you would stop walking away from him.

He got his wish, you turned around talking through your teeth you grunted. "Don't touch me. We're fighting."

Quinn has never pulled away from you so quickly before. Even with how angry you were at him it still hurt you how fast he pulled away. Quinn was looking at the floor, for the first time showing emotion since your fight started. "I was just trying to help."

All you could do is sigh. "By telling my father off?" you question defeat clear in your voice. "Quinn I've been over this with you, my family isn't like your family. You can't just voice your opinions to my dad, especially if it's you disagreeing with him or his choices."

Quinn looked up at you finally, he frowned his eyebrows in annoyance but you knew it wasn't at you. "Well I am mad at him. He shouldn't be allowed to talk down to you and blame you for not getting along with your stepmom when all she does is talk down to you. I couldn't sit there and let her talk down to you at dinner. Okay. And I guess I'm sorry for how it came up, but I am not sorry for standing up for you."

"Quinn I know you were trying to stand up for me. But I don't need you or anyone to stand up for me, especially against my family. Okay?" you ask waiting for him to acknowledge you.

"No. I'm sorry because how can you let them tell you that you aren't as far in your career as you should be as if they helped at all with the cost of college. Or the fact that all they did all dinner was telling you everything you were doing wrong with your life?" His tone was accusing and you found yourself taking a step back, your body was exhausted and all you wanted to was get out of this ichy dress and go to bed.

"I don't wanna have this conversation tonight." you begged.

"I just don't understand why do you even keep him around Y/N!"

"Okay since you seem to not be able to understand why I let them talk that way to you let me explain it to you so we never have to talk about this again got it?" you ask waiting for Quinn to nod his head before you continue. "Look my dad might be a piece of shit, but guess what he's my piece of shit father not anyone else's. Everyone always ask me for years 'Y/N if I were you, I'd cut him off why don't you.' For a long time I didn't have an answer for them but as I got older I do and it's this. Because he might be a piece of shit but without him I wouldn't be standing here physically because he is physically half of me. And I know you have lovely parents Quinn and brothers. But not everyone does and I am terrifed that if I do cut him out all the way vs seeing him three times a year like I do now. That one day I will get a call and he will be dead and I will have regret for not at least having him in some capactiy in my life. So because of that fear of regret because I know many people who have it now since their parents passed. I keep him around and if you can't understand that fine, not everyone does."

Taking a step closer to Quinn you add, "but whether you agree or not, you don't get to judge me for the choices I've made when it comes to the relationship between my father and I. Because that is exactly what it is." Pointing to yourself. "It's MY relationship not yours and you also don't get to make it more shaky then it already is by yelling at him in the middle of the steakhouse."

Quinn and you aren't sure how long you stood in your apartment hallway, it could of been seconds it could of been minutes. At some point Quinn looked at you and said "agree to disagree." All you did was nod and you both said true to your word you never talked about your father and your relationship ever again.

[jcollinswrites]

How the fudge are you writting so fast??? I sit down to write and end up with nothing or reworking plot instead of writing 😭Have any tips you want to share? Perhaps the ingredients to the dark ritual you perform to get the motivation and remain focused 👀👀👀

So, first of all, you'll need half a newborn, shaken, not stirred…

lol jk (don't shake babies)

Believe it or not I'm the same as you, so here are some stuff that helped me tremendously, especially with my squirrel ADHD brain:

NUMBER ONE that I needed 20 years to learn, is that… forget editing, man. You can't edit if there is nothing to edit, so first you have to sit ya ass down and just fuckin' do it. It doesn't matter if it's shit at first. It's called work in progress for a reason. Who cares if it's shit? You can edit it LATER when the whole thing is already done. What you're reading in my game is literally my first draft. Lots of scenes might change later. In fact, I'm already changing scenes in the background, I'm just not always telling you. It doesn't matter. If anyone gives you shit for it, tell them to kindly fuck right off.

Have a plan for the book (written down. Not just in your head). Don't even start writing until you have a plan for the entire book. It doesn't have to be detailed. Mine is just bulletpoints, but you should know which chapter will contain what, including plot points, character development, relationship progress etc, otherwise you'll get lost, especially in a big IF. And then as you get closer to the next chapter, you can work out more details in the plan to help the actual writing.

If you don't feel like writing a scene, then don't write it. Leave a placeholder word there (I use 'mandarin' because that word likely won't come up anywhere else in the text), and instantly move on to another scene that you have inspiration for. Later, you can just search for 'mandarin' and add the scene when you feel like it. If you accidentally come across any MANDARINs in my game, that's the reason lol.

If you are writing an IF, it helps to start simple. Write the story until a choice comes up, then write the title of the choices, and continue ONLY with the route you feel the most inspired for atm (use mandarin for the rest). Don't let your momentum die by getting bogged down in choices. That's why I have so many greyed out choices when I start a new origin or chapter. I just write write write until the end of the chapter, THEN I go back to whatever choice is the simplest to add, and put the variations in the already-existing text if needed. Repeat until all the choices are written and coded in. This way, the text might feel more organic too, because you already have a pre-written skeleton that you can just add variations in.

Keep notes. It helps to have them on paper, next to you, so f.ex. when you make 9 different deities to choose from, you don't have to go back to the beginning of the chapter every single time to look up which deities those were and what they mean, you can simply turn your head to the side lol.

Take regular breaks. Exercise, stretch. Keep a daily schedule. Eat and drink enough. Try to keep a good health. Your brain won't work if it's starved.

Know yourself and your habits, and be honest with yourself. I know of myself that once I start working on the big plot points, I won't have any motivation to come back to the beginning again. That's why I'm writing all the origin stories first, because I know that if I start going into chapter 2, I definitely won't feel like coming back to start yet another route from the very beginning. So if you don't feel like doing something, then just… don't do it. Or do it simpler. Do it smarter. Trick that asshole brain into cooperating.

Last but not least, guys, 90% of my motivation COMES FROM YOU! Your engagement, your messages, your feedback, every little interaction is what keeps me going! So write me! I will answer! (if you aren't a dick). Literally, about anything. Even if it's just "hey I really liked this small detail here", that will already make my day, seriously. I LOVE talking about my work, and I'm pretty sure every author is like that, so keep engaging with writers, because that's 90% of the reason when a novel gets finished! I'm writing for YOU! Your enjoyment, your fun, because I love telling stories, but those stories don't mean anything if no one is reading them.

[julienbakerstreet]

Do you know where to stream sherlock holmes movies? (Not youtube)

I know there is a master list somewhere but cannot find it 😭

Just to preface this, I think the master list you might be thinking of is The Giant List of Sherlock Holmes Adaptations by @beekeaper- it has links for tons of adaptations, although a lot of them are on YouTube so that may not work for you.

It depends on which movies you want to watch, but Internet Archive has a lot of Holmes movies for free:

Rathbone Holmes movies

Granada Holmes

The Seven Percent Solution

Howard Holmes

Wilmer Holmes

The Great Mouse Detective

Sherlock Hound

Internet Archive also has some amazing Sherlock Holmes radio dramas, including:

Rathbone Radio

Conway Radio (continuation of Rathbone with a new actor for Holmes)

Bert Coules/Clive Merrisson Radio

The Unopened Casebook of Sherlock Holmes

Outside of Internet Archive for Holmes movies/series, Amazon has The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes available for free with ads.

Tubi and PlutoTV also have a lot of Holmes movies for free with ads, including:

Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century

Sherlock Holmes 2010 (The one with the dinosaurs)

Incident at Victoria Falls

Sherlock Bones: Undercover Dog

Sherlock Gnomes

+ a bunch more that I've already listed elsewhere and a few made-for-TV movies no one's ever heard of that weren't funny enough to make the list.

I also highly recommend checking out @spiritcc's blog for a comprehensive list of where to watch various Russian Sherlock Holmes movies/series with English subtitles! This is by no means a comprehensive list because there's always more Holmes adaptations out there, but if you want to watch some of the best Holmes performances (or some of the really silly ones) for free, this list is a good place to start! If anyone knows where to stream other Holmes-related media for free, feel free to reblog and add to the list!

[xazse]

hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 🫶 you're so talented!!

If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)

If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihi🎀🫶 anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie

Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask I’m very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE 🪬 ANON!!)

Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo

Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.

Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of “fun.”

Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said he’d kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.

“You need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.” Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, it’s hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.

“Never knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.” Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.

Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.

Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.

Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, you’re the one who didn’t listen, you’re the one sneaking out every night. He doesn’t know why he feels this hold on you, you’re such a beautiful girl that he can’t help but keep you in this small bubble.

When your eyes land on him you don’t say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.

You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru won’t say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.

He needs you right now, he’ll make it up to you as much as he can.

He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still don’t acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly don’t push him away. You give Satoru an inch he’ll take a mile.

He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.

They’re extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips aren’t-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.

The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? You’re averting your eyes as well.

Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.

He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. He’s grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.

“Nghm… Toru..” finally you’ve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.

He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, there’s barely any milk left but he’s going to make sure he gets his full.

“Toru.” You call his name so panicked and yet you’re grinding against his fully hard cock. He’s so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.

His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesn’t put it in, you don’t deserve that.

He teases you, pretending he’s going to give you what you want just to take it all away.

“Please…” a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.

“Shirt, take your shirt off.” He commands, of course you’re gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.

Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.

“I’m gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one I’m restarting. Understood?” You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.

On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but he’s having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.

“Ahn..” you’re still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojo’s cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.

By the tenth slap you’re gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that you’ve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy he’s ever had.

His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.

He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you can’t find it in you to hate it.

His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you can’t feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.

He fucks you like that all night, even when you’re meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you can’t stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.

[writingsofwesteros]

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Rhaenyra’s very involved with her daughter... sometimes a little too much... Poor Harwin stops in to ask Rhaenyra for some family time with his kids only to find their eldest putting his head game to shame. It's enough to make him hard, but he definitely feels guilty since that's his daughter. Harwin simply exits the room and sits on the couch stunned by his ex and their daughter's actions, especially since he saw the webcam was set up with a perfect angle of them right in the middle. The girls don't mind to keep him waiting and continue their stream, orgasming blissfully one after another and cuddling steamily, playing with each others tits, Rhaenyra rubbing her daughter's clit and practically humping her from behind, one leg over her daughter's hip as she finds her own satisfaction using the younger girl. Harwin has to remind them of his presence by knocking and waking them from their horny trance. He's definitely bricked up all the way back home, his daughter sitting next to him in the car with just a thin slip on and he was getting nervous by the way she was gazing at him so intensely, her body barely hidden through the indecently thin lace. Harwin knows she's likely to try to seduce him next and the poor man knows he'll be done for since there's no way he wouldn't cave for her... he's mainly worried he'll accidentally show his little girl exactly why he's called "break bones" 👑💀

THE HOTTEST! The cam is always a delicious add on; Rhaenyra placing it there to enjoy herself later on thank you.

Poor Harwin ; he does try to hold back but his daughter is so mouth watering, especially as the summer rolls in and she wears a slip of a swim suit. The bottoms pressed against her and causing those puffy lips of her pussy to be on full display.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Gentle On My Mind

Angel Dust x Reader x Husk (Poly) Summary: Feeling a little anxious about their appearance, Y/N seeks comfort in their partners who surprise them with a little shopping adventure. Warnings: None For @little-bloodied-angel, feel better soon, my lovely.

Y/N paced back and forth in their small apartment, heart racing as they replayed the night’s events in their mind. Angel had been charming, as always, throwing playful banter their way and making them laugh until they almost forgot the nagging worry in the back of their mind. But the moment they caught Angel glancing at another couple—one more traditional looking—Y/N's heart sank.

“Do you think he prefers someone more… masculine?” Y/N whispered to Husk, who was lounging on the couch, a case of beer in his lap.

Husk glanced up, raising an eyebrow, eyes squinted from the bitter taste of the cheap alcohol.

“You really think that? Look, I don’t care how pretty you are, you’re not a girl just ‘cause you’ve got some flair. The same way I like mister porn star over there. Angel likes who he likes, and it’s not always about looks.”

Y/N bit their lip, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt. “But he’s so flamboyant and bold. What if he wants someone who compliments that instead of replicates it?”

“Yeah, well, you’d be surprised what a person can find attractive. Angel’s got a thing for both sides of the spectrum, okay?” Husk leaned back, his tone softening a bit.

“Trust me. He wouldn’t be with you, or me for that matter, if he didn’t think you were gorgeous just as you are.”

Still unconvinced, Y/N nodded, but the worry clung to them like a shadow. They knew Angel was free-spirited but the thought of not fitting the mold gnawed at them.

The next day, a knock on the door startled them from their thoughts. It was Angel, grinning wide, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Surprise pretty boy!” he chirped, pulling Y/N out into the sunlight. “We’re going shopping!”

“Shopping?” Y/N blinked in confusion. “For what?”

"I, uh, may have told Angel here about your dilemma?"

"HUSK!"

“Forget that, think new clothes! You’re going to look fabulous. You're coming too Husky! ” Angel declared, tugging Y/N by the wrist. Husk followed behind, rolling his eyes but smiling at the scene.

“Sure, let me just add ‘pack mule’ to my resume,” he grumbled, grabbing a tote bag that Angel had stuffed with snacks. “What do you want from me? To carry the burdens of your glittery dreams?”

As they strolled through the streets, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. They had never shopped for femme clothing with someone who wanted to dress them up. Angel was animated, pointing out vibrant items, flashy tops, and accessories that sparkled in the sunlight.

“How about this?” Angel held up a shimmering silver top, fabric glistening like stars. “You’d look stunning in this. Picture it: you, twirling under the lights at a party.”

Y/N hesitated, glancing at the item and then back at Angel. “But what if it’s too much?”

Angel rolled his eyes, moving closer. “Y/N, I adore you. You’re the light of my life, okay? I wouldn’t pick anything that didn’t scream ‘gorgeous’—and believe me, this does.”

Husk interjected with a sarcastic smirk, “And if it doesn’t, I’ll make sure to bring the receipt.”

With a small laugh, Y/N picked up the top, heart warming at the thought of Angel’s unwavering support. They ventured further into the store, Angel continuously holding up items, each more colorful and flamboyant than the last.

“Try this one on!” Angel insisted, handing over a bright pink blouse that seemed to glow. “Just think of how amazing you’ll look with this paired with some cute jeans! Wait, I think I may have a pair you could borrow toots--”

Y/N took a deep breath, and something inside them shifted. Maybe this was more than just clothing; it was a way for Angel to show that he cherished every part of them, from the bits that felt uncertain to the parts that shone bright.

After trying on several outfits, they finally emerged from the fitting room in a form-fitting black ensemble adorned with lace details. Angel’s eyes lit up like fireworks, his joy infectious. “See? You look absolutely stunning! It’s like this was made for you!”

Husk pretended to fan himself, shaking his head. “Damn, kid. I might have to start charging for my services if you keep pulling looks like that.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth wash over them. With Angel’s encouragement, they began to see themselves differently. Maybe they didn’t need to fit a specific mold; maybe being their authentic self was enough.

As they left the store with bags full of vibrant clothes, Angel threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “I knew you’d shine, babe. Never doubt yourself, alright? You’re a gorgeous boy and we're lucky to have you.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a weight lift from their chest. With Angel by their side, they felt braver, ready to embrace every part of themselves, flamboyant or otherwise. And maybe, just maybe, they could stop worrying about who they were supposed to be and focus on being just who they were.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

ooh the september prompts are fun! I’d love to see remus or sirius and “forgetting a coat”! 💞

yayy thanks for requesting! just did both 🫶 hope you like them!

wc: 500ish each

Sirius x reader

You keep trying to convince yourself you’re not cold. 

Because you’re not, you lie to yourself again. 

But as you rub your arms, you feel the goosebumps on your cold skin indicating otherwise. Of all the days to forget your bloody coat. The weather had been so temperamental; any other day this week it would’ve been fine, would’ve had you annoyingly carrying it around without wearing it. But here you are today, trying to listen to the story James is telling but continuously getting distracted by how cold you are. 

“Bloody hell, Y/L/N,” Sirius complains next to you. You’ve both fallen a little behind the group. “Here,” he says, taking off his leather jacket. 

“Woah, no, I’m fine,” you start, declining. 

“You’re going to rub your arms raw. It’s annoying,” he adds, insisting. He puts the jacket against your chest and lets it go, already walking away to not give you an option. 

Okay, so maybe “annoying” wasn’t the right word. Other adjectives certainly would’ve been more apt: “concerning,” for example, or “kind of adorable” even. But he didn’t need to tell you that. 

Sirius turns back to you and stops dead in his tracks.

“What?” The surprised lilt in your voice is more than kind of adorable.

“Nothing,” he lies. He tries to look away, to act normal, but he loves the sight of you in his jacket. 

He was honestly just trying to help by giving it to you. He hadn’t realized his own reaction would reach the pit of his stomach, would warm him up so much he certainly didn’t need the jacket. Not that he would take it back if he did. Not when you looked like that. 

You looked so beautiful. No surprise there. But it also felt so intimate. Not possessive really, just close? You weren’t his, but you were his to take care of, to share things with. 

For a quick moment, he also had to admit, he wondered what you’d look like wearing only his jacket. But he pushed that down as quickly as it had come up in his besotted mind. 

“Thanks, Sirius,” you whisper as you come to stand next to him. You grin softly at him. “No worries,” he responds lamely. 

You both walk on. No matter how much he tries, he can’t keep his eyes from wandering over to you for more than what feels like a few seconds at a time. He hopes you don’t notice. 

Then — god, was he imagining it? — he sees you wrap the jacket tightly around yourself and breathe it in. A strong urge to go over and wrap his arms around you and breathe you in comes over him, but he controls himself. 

Then your eyes snap over to him, and you seem almost shy. Maybe he’s not the only one hoping the other doesn’t notice their behaviour. 

He just smiles at you, not letting on that yes, he just saw you smelling his jacket — hopefully also not letting on how much he liked seeing you smelling his jacket. 

But when you smile back, when his heart is done clenching, it tells him that maybe it’s time he told you the whole truth. If it leads to his getting to see you in his clothes more often, well, he certainly wouldn’t complain. 

Remus x reader

You loved the park. You loved sitting in the park. You especially loved sitting in the park with Remus. But as the minutes passed, even turning the pages of your book was becoming a struggle from how cold your hands were. 

You look over at Remus, and he looks so relaxed and cosy that you don’t want to bring it up. God, he looks warm in that big, soft jumper he always wears.

He catches you looking at him and grins at you. You smile back.

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks, putting his own book down. Of course he could read you as easily as the book. “Nothing,” you reply, trying to look more at ease. He gives you a skeptical, teasing glare. “Alright, I’m just a bit cold.” 

He chuckles. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “I’m saying something now.” “You didn’t exactly freely offer the information, sunshine,” he says as he takes his jumper off. “What are you doing?” “What’s it look like?” “But then you’ll be cold!” “I’ll be fine.” He throws his  jumper at your face. You give him an annoyed look, but internally you’re giddy. Your stern glare dissolves in record time as you shimmy into the warm article of clothing. You can hear Remus chuckling at you as he watches. 

It’s soo soft and warm, Remus’s body heat lingering on the fabric. You burrow blissfully into it. 

“Better?” he teases. “Much,” you admit. You slide closer to him. “Feel,” you say, and you grab his face with your freezing hands. He jumps exaggeratedly at the contact. “Bloody hell, Y/N! I’m surprised your fingers haven’t fallen off. C’mere.” He pulls your cold hands into his somehow perpetually warm ones and rubs them. He brings them up to his lips and breathes warm air into your connected hands. 

It’s certainly heating you up, but you’d be lying if you denied the contact and affection were as much if not more to thank than the heat. 

When you whisper “thanks,” it’s barely audible. Remus plants the lightest kiss onto your hand as he brings them back down. 

“You’re welcome.” His mellow voice matches his cosy jumper, his warm hands. 

“I have an idea,” he adds.

“Oh yeah?” “Come here,” he smiles, and he pats the ground between his legs right in front of him. You furrow your brows at him, and he just chuckles. “If we’re closer together, we’ll share more heat.”

Reasonable, thinks your mind. Wonderful, feels your heart. 

You shuffle over to him, squirming into place but keeping a tiny gap between you. Remus brings his arm around your middle and pulls you back flush against him. You settle your back against his chest as his hands rub your arms up and down. Then he gently tugs the sleeves of his jumper over your hands and squeezes. He settles into you, his arms wrapped around you. 

“Comfortable?” he asks at your ear. It sends a warm shiver through you. “Yeah, Rem. It’s nice.” 

“Hm,” he hums affirmatively, nuzzling you lightly and pecking a soft kiss at your hairline. 

[callivich]

Quick headcanon challange-

Where do Ian and Mickey live 5 years after canon?

What do they do for work?

Does Fiona come back to Chicago? Does Mandy? Do Vee and Kev?

How are the Gallaghers react to Frank's death?

A cute little head canon you feel like sharing?

Feel free to send it to your favorite blogs 🖤

Sorry this took me so long to answer! I’m loving these questions and I don’t know if you are the same anon who was sending around questions before, but you should definitely start a question/headcanon blog if you feel like it because the questions are great!

1. Where do Ian and Mickey live 5 years after canon?

I’m not sure - definitely in Chicago. I think they end up moving to a house with a garden and that wherever this is, it’s a place that will be their home for quite a few years (maybe even for life?). Somewhere they really put down roots and build a proper, stable life together. I feel like it’s close to the other Gallagher siblings so that it’s easy for them all to meet up together. (Perhaps Ian and Mickey’s house becomes the designated hangout for family gatherings.) Wherever it is, It’s definitely a place that they both instantly liked and they both have loads of fun decorating it and making it their own.

2. What do they do for work?

I’m totally undecided on this. I can see them having fun working together and building up the security business and doing that for years and years. But! I can also see Mickey just taking over and doing the security business while Ian goes into a different career - nursing, social work - something caring where he can help people. Tbh, apart from their criminal convictions, I like to think there are lots of possibilities for them and they support each other in whatever jobs they want to do.

3. Does Fiona come back to Chicago? Does Mandy? Do Vee and Kev?

Ooh, interesting! I think Vee and Kev come back for visits but I think they probably don’t move back. I’m not sure about Mandy - I think there’s so much trauma there for her that it’s unlikely she would move back if she had built a good life for herself outside Chicago. I think Fiona does move back one day because while I think she needed to get away and live somewhere new for awhile, ultimately I bet she would miss her family too much and I can totally see her moving back sometime after the finale.

4. How are the Gallaghers react to Frank's death?

Tbh, I think they all have such complicated feelings about Frank that they probably all struggle to properly deal with the complex emotions that come with his death. Apart from maybe Liam - because he’s younger. I can see him being upset and so the rest of the siblings kind of maybe distract themselves from their own feelings to look after Liam. It probably hits the older ones at different points and maybe they cry or maybe they get angry or maybe they get a bit depressed. Frank was a shit father but he was their father and a huge part of their life. Also, although he was obviously in poor health, I kinda don’t think they would have expected him to go so quickly so there’s probably shock they need to get over too.

5. A cute little head canon you feel like sharing?

They’ve been living in their West Side apartment for a few weeks and Ian realises that they’ve only had showers and neither has used the bath. Ian remembers Mickey not being into it in the Gallagher house but he’s determined to try again. He googles romantic for different ideas and realises that a) they should have been back to chest and Mickey probably was uncomfortable against the taps and b) there’s lots of suggestions for bath products. He decides Lush looks like fun and he goes and buys a few bubble bars. When Mickey comes home Ian is butt naked trying to stop all the bubbles from spilling out of the bath because he put all of his purchases in the water at once and now it’s too much. Eventually, after Mickey stops laughing and Ian tries to throw some of the bubbly foam at him, they do end up in the bath together and Mickey reluctantly agrees that it’s kinda nice. And maybe they might have a weekly trip to Lush to buy one bubble bar or bath bomb to have in a bath together.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]

Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.

And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.

Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

my brain: Do you ever think about how Eric shaped and molded Alan into not only the keyboardist he wanted him to be (blues-inspired), but also allowed for Alan to feel more confident in himself and helped give him direction in his playing abilities, through emulating the styles of great blues artists? Eventually branching off on his own; Alan's talent wholly self-taught and unique to him, but given an added gift that presented him with opportunities for gain and for suffering. Prometheus creating humans from clay; gifting them with fire. Security, development, and self-destruction. Earth/Fire signs. You follow?

me: i am going to have a pounding migraine tomorrow morning also YES.

[franeridan]

this might just be an unpopular opinion in the jjk fandom but i love how little seriously things happen for the most part since the culling game started, like i miss being seriously emotionally invested in it a little bit ngl but i love the way the newer characters will just open their mouths and say things so much, they were all forced in this game against their will and the only ones that survived long enough to make it in the cast are the unhinged ones that makes so much sense to me. maybe I liked the plot until the shibuya incident a little more but tbh some of my favourite characters in the whole manga have been introduced or have been made relevant during the culling game, some of these guys are just pure gold on legs

[comfymoth]

hey guys! been a little while, but i just wanted to give you a small update on my plans for this blog.

ultimately i think i probably am going to keep posting here? but it’s not because i’m over the situation or changed my mind on anything. i still hate dream, i still think what he did was a disgusting abuse of power, and i still think he needs to lose his platform. but, the dsmp is fiction, and it’s not his. don’t get me wrong, my relationship to it has definitely changed as a result of all this, but (at least for now) i feel alright occasionally using my blog to just reminisce about the story he was only one collaborator on. it meant a lot to me for two years, and all the meanings i gave it were mine. i do view my relationship to the fiction as separate from whatever the creators wanted from me, and i’ve never engaged in a way dream could profit from.

this isn’t a dissertation of my full thoughts, and i worry even this might be worded poorly or not make sense, but i’m just trying to get out an overview and a small disclaimer— i might still post here, but i don’t want it to be misconstrued as support for dream. i fucking hate the guy. and if you’re continuing to support him, then unfollow me. thank you

[royalberryriku]

A little ramble about Socialist Alternative, leftist radicalisation and privilege. Mostly a vent of sorts so it's going to be messy.

//TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts, effects of capitalism on mental health and physical health, mentions of systematic abuse and oppression, etc.

"What radicalised you?"

If you're familiar with Australian leftist politics or just been to an Australian university, you've probably heard this line from Socialist Alternative at some point, particularly if you're a young leftist. At first, I personally didn't know how to answer this, but now? Now I do:

That's the wrong question, it's not about what radicalised me, it's about when I realised I wasn't allowed to exist. I think my main distrust of socialist alternative can be drawn here, as much as I respect their activism (as much as I don't like certain other parts of it and the organisation itself because of how it functions and is set up, among other things) and how they've helped the movements around me grow, I don't like their ethics because it always centres on feeling in the right when, honestly, that isn't what this fight was ever about. It's not simply about what pushes people to some realisation that capitalism isn't working, for many of us, it's about realising when we noticed that we were broken clogs that would always be discarded; realising that we wouldn't even live past 30 in a system that sees us as faulty parts and that'll end with us either starving to death or choosing to kill ourselves to have some semblance of control in a system that is so damning that it actively tries to kill us. And no I'm not even exaggerating, especially when it comes to disability and generally most marginalised groups. It's actively hostile to people like us.

This is taking out one strong example for myself here, but I just feel like every interaction has had an undertone of not really understanding the gravity of what's at stake on an individual level. I think, like Marx, they really don't have anything to lose but their chains, but for the rest of us? We have our lives, something I think others just can't quite comprehend here when I say being anti capitalist isn't a political choice, it's a matter of life or death because here just isn't any other option in order to survive. Don't get me wrong, I agree with Marx on many things, but I do think there's a difference between able bodies, white, middle class activism because capitalism is uncomfortable compared to when you're a minority that's doing this to be allowed to exist, and specifically I think there's a powerful element of privilege that's ignored, especially in the case of socialist alternative. Again, I respect their activism, but this dynamic of power and push being from a white, abled and middle to upper class lens (yes there are people who are minorities within the org, but they don't hold power and much say imo) has led to, in my view, a distorted sense of reality and, more pressingly, policy and vision that is about saving the working class rather than making a world where labour isn't a price you have to pay in order to be allowed to exist. It's not just the exploitation of the working class, though that's a huge part of it, it's also how hostile this system is to people who can't be used; who can't work or who are seen as dirty or wrong for trying to.

So when asked "so, what radicalised you?" I can only really think to reply with "when I realised that wanting to die wasn't my fault, but the people around me that convinced me that my lack of ability to produce is somehow my fault and that I somehow don't deserve basic survival". Because that's the reality and I think, at least with the SAlt members I've spoken to, that isn't something that's really understood; the gravity of this situation on a personal level and that it's not as simple as doing something to make yourself feel good or to have a moment of pride, sometimes (or oftentimes) it's literally survival.

Most of all, I think what cements this for me is the reply I get to when I've asked (genuinely and in good faith) about allegations about their internal environment being "toxic" and "cult like" and, as I explained to them, this is from many different people from different friend groups who all don't know each other but have had he same experiences:

"They're just jealous of us and our activism."

But jealous of what? In a fight for survival, none of us have the opportunity to feel jealous over how it's done because this isn't about feeling a bit better, it's about being allowed to exist. I think this really is what made me realise that this isn't about the right to live for them, but the ability to feel good for fighting on the behalf of people like me and my friends. And, to me, that's something to have healthy caution over when pity is how people have tried to control minorities in the past, and in my own personal experience.

[woovalin]

i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.

i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.

some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up and take a step back. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.

for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.

members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.

i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice they deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.

let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really, not at all.

ALWAYS choose morals over these strangers you idolize. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.

maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will continue to support nct as a whole with the remaining members. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little while. if the situation escalates and other members are investigated and new information comes to light about the rest of them either knowing or possibly being involved, it would be best to step away for good. i will do my best to stay updated. but i do hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no other members were involved; but this, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.

let’s hope this causes a domino effect and more of these people are exposed and charged for the crimes they’re committing.

sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!

love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3

❗️EDIT: also i wanna add that we need to not praise the rest of the members or any other celebrity for simply unfollowing him on social media. that is the least of anyone’s worries.

we don’t know if they were aware, we don’t know if they knew and were protecting him or turning a blind eye. it could be them trying to save themselves and clear their guilty conscience. maybe they didn’t know and are just as shocked as we are, we don’t know that either.

we blindly trust these people and believe they have good intentions but look at where that can lead to. fans being upset is valid, yes; but remember people with money and power will do whatever it takes to sweep things under the rug and make it go away in order to save face and keep their image and reputation.

follow-up post here.