#bc ‘clearly you’re having a blast with it’

[taardisblue]

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[ilackallhonour]

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[buckyalpine]

Hello Shay ! I’ve been loving the civilian!reader fics, and I had an idea for a fic like that, but with a twist 🫣 reader is bucky’s sweet civilian gf, literal definition of sunshine, basically a lover, not a fighter. She’s a ballet teacher at a local studio (hint hint wink wink). And she lives with him and the team at the tower. One night, while the team is out on a mission, Hydra ambushes the tower and tries to take the reader hostage. And when they learn about it, they rush back home in order to save her. Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony check the footage just to see his precious sweet girl absolutely kicking ass. And I mean hardcore, like she even does the entire widow thigh-neck move. And everyone is like??? And Bucky’s just absolutely fucking HORNY bc “hell I’ve been in between those thighs so many times, you’re telling me I could’ve DIED???”

okay YESSSSS we live for a badass gf who appears to be nothing but sweet sunshine and killer on the inside. Fluffy fluffy and smutty smutty

-

"Be back soon, darling" Bucky cooed, kissing you again and again while everyone boarded the jet, getting in a few more pecks before having to leave on a mission.

"C'mon lover boy, the faster we get going, the faster you get back to your sweetheart!" Tony yelled, shaking his head watching Bucky look a you with puppy eyes, not wanting to leave his sunshine behind. "He's so down bad, I swear"

"Can you blame him, she's so cute" Sam smiled, watching the two of you cling onto each other for a few extra seconds, your form hidden, engulphed in Bucky's thick arms. "Look, you can't even see her when tin man hugs her"

"I'll miss you baby" you kissed Bucky's pouty lips, caressing his scruffy cheek before letting him run off, your cheeks heating up when he blew you another kiss before the doors closed.

"You're a little sap" Nat teased while Bucky blushed, strapping on his gear as the engine roared to life, rumbling as they took off. Bucky had 0 shame in everyone knowing how much he loved you and it started from the day he met you. He got called out immediately, questioned over the dopey smile he had on his face, the blush on his cheeks instantly giving him away.

Soon after you'd started dating, Bucky wanted you closer to him and he didn't have to ask Tony twice; his room was moved to a floor above so you'd have more space to live together. The last thing Bucky wanted was for you to get hurt because of his job. He felt more relaxed knowing you were in he safety of the compound on days where he was away.

"Who would've thought Bucky would be the romantic type"

"I did" Steve groaned, having seen Bucky's flirty side for years but he knew this was different. He hadn't seen his bestfriend like this before, clearly in utterly and desperately in love with you.

"It's adorable" Sam laughed while Bucky continued to smile, scrolling through his phone looking at pictures of you. His camera rolled was filled with various images of you baking, cuddling, sleeping, doing the most mundane things in the world, each making his heart flutter. He felt a pang in his chest, momentarily worried about if you were safe without him, the same anxiety he always felt whenever he had to leave you.

-

You stretched across the sofa, sipping on some hot chocolate and putting on your favorite comfort movie, deciding to have a relaxing night to yourself since the compound was empty. You didn't like when Bucky had to leave but you knew it was part of his job, slipping the fuzzy throw blanket over you shoulders before hitting play.

It had hardly been a few minutes before the screen went black making you blink, wondering if you'd sat on the remote by accident. Suddenly the rest of the lights turned off, a blasting sound coming from the entrance before you heard rushed footsteps nearing you.

Your heart started to race, having no time to hide or think, coming face to face with a number of masked men all towering over you. One grabbed you, pulling out a camera and hitting record, shoving it close to your face with a sinister smile.

"Look who we have, soldat"

-

The jet hadn't been flying for long, a sudden beeping alarm from the security system alerting Tony to check the cameras. His eyes grew wide, seeing the Hydra logo take over the screen before switching the live footage from the hacked system.

"Guys! There's been an attack on the compound!" Tony shouted from the computer, everyone rushing to see what came on screen, billows of smoke emitting from the main wing. Suddenly the screen went black, replaced with a man swearing a black mask, walking around the common room.

"Welcome Mr. Stark" His voice was thick with a Russian accent, the video panning to show the other agents infiltrating the tower. "Where is our soldat"

"You stay the fuck away from my girl" Bucky growled, his heart hammering in his chest, nearly crying when he saw someone grab you and shove you into a chair.

"She's precious to you, isn't she. We'll see you soon" he laughed, before the stream cut off leaving Bucky wanting to scream in frustrating, anxiety clouding all his thoughts, just wanting to get back to you to protect you.

"We have to go help her!" Bucky paced up and down while Tony rerouted the jet, speeding back to save you. "How the fuck do I know what's going on, there has to be something" He pleaded, hating that he no longer had eyes on you.

"Hold on, let me get into the back up feed" Tony tapped away at different keys, getting into the security system, selecting the camera for the common room where you were being held. "Here, I got it! I-Holy shit..."

The sound of screaming screeched through the speaker but it wasn't coming from you.

No.

"B-Barnes, you're girl just killed someone with her thighs" Tony stared at the footage with wide eyes while Bucky and the others watching in awe as your legs wrapped around one of the agents' heads, snapping his neck before flipping over and attacking another one of your assailants.

Bucky nearly choked, watching the men drop to the floor like flies, your arms and legs holding onto the men with a vice like grip until they fell, hardly breaking a sweat each time.

"Do you understand how many time's I've been in between those thighs, you're telling me she could've killed me?!!" Bucky practically moaned, seeing you fight, all his anxiety melting into lust, his cock straining against the thick material of his tac suit.

"Jesus Bucky, you're gonna poke an eye out" Sam's face scrunched up while Bucky adjusted himself, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his tip leaking, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing you perfectly safe.

"Can't help me, look at her. Better count me out for movie night, m'gonna spent the whole night fuckin'-

"Okay, got it, you're a ridiculous, horny, pervert, and y/n probably won't walk for a week, will you please put that away" Sam shook his head, walking away when he tent in Bucky's pants got worse.

"I'm sorry, we've been housing a Hydra killer all this time?" Tony shook his head as the jet landed, still in disbelief over what everyone had just seen, both impressed and 100% scared of what else you were capable of. "You sure know how to pick em' Barnes"

As soon as the jet hit the floor, Bucky was sprinting off into he compound, running to find you, relief flooding his veins when he saw you sipping on your tea, seated on the couch again. You jumped up from your spot, jumping into your boyfriends arms, clinging onto him while the others also entered, glad to see you were okay. They got to work, clearing up the room, rounding up the few agents that were knocked out for questioning while also giving you and Bucky some privacy.

"Babygirl" Bucky hugged you tightly in his arms, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your soft scent, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you okay doll, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Bucky" you reassured him, pecking his soft lips, letting him check you over before feeling satisfied you were okay, not finding a scratch on your body.

"Everything okay Buck?" you cocked your head noticing your boyfriends shift in demeanor, his soft baby blue eyes darkening into something else, biting his lip.

"Baby, I had to hold back from pulling my cock out on the jet and touching myself, you know how much that hurt? How hard I was the entire time, struggling not to jet my dick off watching how sexy you looked" He walked you up to your shared bedroom, his erection shamelessly pushing against your clothed core, not bothering to hide it one bit. "Where have you been hiding all that princess"

"Not hiding Bucky, just-never needed to do that" You shrugged shyly, squeezing your thigs around his waist playfully, making him groan as he dropped you on the bed.

"Can't wait to keep my face between these pretty legs that could kill me" He groaned, slicing your clothes off with his pocket knife before diving in without a care in the world, eating you like a man starved, tapping your thighs to wrap around his head.

"C'mon doll, squeeze em'" he moaned, humping against the bed feeling your muscles flex, his eyes rolling back, nearly cumming against the mattress at the strength he could feel, knowing you were holding back from hurting him.

you could kill him if you want.

Fuck, he was going to cum so fast.

-

"Oh god! Bucky!! PLease! D-DOn't STOP"

"That's it gorgeous, so good to me, so fuckin' pretty. won't last baby, gonna cum for you!"

"They're going at it like rabbits, didn't you sound proof their room after the first incident?"

"I did. This is after the sound proofing"

"Gonna fuck your thighs next baby, you got my cock so hard, almost creamed my pants like a teenager watching, you, oh shit-shit-m'so sensitive, keep clenching around my dick, that's it-fuckkk"

"Jesus christ, it's been an hour"

"Did you forget he has the super soldier serum? They're not gonna stop any time soon"

"I'M CUMMING JAMES"

"Gonna fucking cum for you y/n, OH FUCK YESSS you're so sexy when you fight baby, m'gonna fuckin' cum again, I can't stop"

"He's really gonna go all night, isn't he"

"Can you blame him?"

[dabislittlemouse]

DADDY B

Can I get dabi saying “I know you can’t lie to me, doll.”

istg its canon that he calls his s/o doll bc… yeah

Congrats on the milestone!!

THANK YOU KITTEN 🫦😩 this one kinda turned out longer than I expected.

I offer yall a very teasing asshole Dabi today :3

“𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥”

2K FOLLOWERS EVENT

You could not stand this man- his attitude and nonchalance, his arrogance, it made you boil in anger. Dabi was rude, vile and uncaring, always by himself and clearly showing the disinterest towards everyone in the League.

Well, towards everyone but you. And that was what made you not stand him at all. It was always the little teasing comments that he threw at you that drove you insane.

Today Shigaraki gathered the group for a meeting related to the League’s next move in Deika city. After listening to what the boss had to say, everyone had their turns to put in their thoughts and suggestions. And now it was your turn. You were paying close attention to the details in all seriousness.

“I think the plan is fine but.. I’d suggest we all stay together instead of splitting” you said.

“Is that so?”

You turned to the direction where that so-much hated voice came from. Dabi was leaning back on the chair, a smug grin gracing his face.

“Tell me more about it, doll” he said. His tone was teasing, acting as if he was oh, so interested in what you had to say. You let out a sharp breath, trying to keep your calm and not give him the satisfaction of knowing you were being bothered.

“They’ll have it easier to get us one by one and kill us if we split. They already outnumber us so it is best we all stay together” you cleared it out for him, a forced smile on your face that he so much loved.

“Not sure what you mean by ‘kill us’, cause there’s no way they are killing me” Dabi raised an eyebrow, testing you. “One blast of fire from my hand and I can turn hundreds of them to ashes. The same goes for the boss, who can disintegrate a considerable number of them. I think you underestimate your teammates, doll”

Underestimating wasn’t even what you were trying to say, because no matter how strong they all were, they can’t do much when being outnumbered by hundreds of citizens with unknown quirks! But he was just turning it his own way, making you feel like a fool!

“Well then if you’re so fucking confident in your powers then by all means, go by yourself! Not that you are ever around us anyway! We never needed you!” you scoffed.

“Ouch, that hurt!” Dabi chuckled, placing a hand on his chest to make the dramatic effect as if your words stabbed him.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes and suggested for you both to stop interacting if this was going to turn into a fight. After the meeting ended, everyone was heading out of the room, one by one. For some reason you were the last one that was about to get out.

Right behind Dabi.

As you waited for him to get out, he in fact stopped in his tracks. You stared at his back, confused.

“Um.. can you like.. move or something?” you said impatiently, wanting to get out and go to your room. The man ignored you, as he simply closed the door. You heard a click sound. He locked you both inside the meeting room.

“Huh- What are you doing?” you frowned. He turned at you, his azure eyes gleaming at you with something dark and twisted. Almost lustful. You swallowed, walking backwards as he got closer to you.

“You mad that I don’t like your stupid plan?” Dabi rasped out, hands on his pockets as he continued approaching you.

“As if!” you snapped. “I don’t need your approval for my ideas, you’re not the boss here. What I don’t like is your shitty attitude towards every fucking thing, you’re not the least cooperative”

“Because I simply don’t care” Dabi said, his tone flat. You walked back until you reached the table behind you. He got closer, too close, your bodies almost pressing together. Your breath hitched, has he ever heard of personal space?

“See? Why are you even here if you don’t care? Just leave the League already!”

Dabi laughed at your comment, both his hands resting on your sides. Now his broad chest pressed against yours.

“Leave the League? You’re funny, doll. And what will you do if I don’t, huh?” he whispered, as you felt his hot breath against your ear. “Will you kick my ass and constantly say how horrible I am?”

“Well if that’s what I’m left with..” you replied. You could feel your body heating up, and you weren’t sure if it was from him being close to you or from what you were feeling deep in your core.

Dabi clicked his tongue, a finger reaching to move some hair behind your ear. “But you like how horrible I am, don’t you?”

You gulped down nervously, eyes widening.

“N-No I don’t. Why would I!? You’re insufferable!”

“Am I? Tch, that’s a shame” he placed his warm hands on your hips, making you squirm. He chuckled at the effect he had on you.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me, Y/N” he said, his fingers tapping your sides, almost tickling you. “You like it when I tease you and mess with you, don’t you? That’s why you always fight me back…because you want more of my attention”

You squeezed your eyes shut, extremely embarrassed. Because as much as you hated his edgy mean ass, there indeed was a part of you that waited for him to throw teasing comments, that waited for the thrill of fighting him back whenever he messed with you. There was a part of you that deep down enjoyed that smug grin of his too much, those piercing blue eyes, that deep raspy voice of his. And you were trying your hardest to suffocate all those secret feelings and not let them come out.

“Y-You’re delusional” was all that you managed to say.

“Y’know that liars are what I hate most? Look at me” Dabi grabbed your chin to face him. His face was mere inches away as his lips brushed against yours. You froze, heart pounding against your chest. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, the kiss soon turned deeper, inserting his tongue and groaning as he explored your mouth. You moaned in response, your body already on fire and he didn’t even use his quirk.

But that was it. Dabi pulled away, not before giving your lower lip a teasing bite. He looked back at you and smiled at the already fucked out look in your face. All it took was a kiss.

“I know you can’t lie to me, doll”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I ask the people in the apartment below me to quiet down? (😌 to recognize it)

I (25F) live alone on the third (top) floor of a large apartment building in a residential area of a small city. The people in the apartment below me have 4 people (three adults and a 2-4? year old child) living in a two bedroom apartments. The walls aren’t super thick (for example, i can hear vacuum cleaners regularly). The family below me regularly blasts music (as I’m typing this i can hear the Moana soundtrack playing. Clearly enough for me to sing along), throws basketballs and other toys, lets their child sprint around the apartment etc. It literally will shake the walls of my apartment for approximately an hour a night or so. This doesn’t get into the times where their child screams while being forced to take a bath, etc. I have sensory issues, and, as you can imagine, sometimes have difficulty sleeping or relaxing from this. We have never interacted before but they moved in a few weeks after me so I saw them moving in which is how I know the family make up. WIBTA for knocking on their door and asking them to quiet down?

Reasons I might be the asshole: I understand that living is noisy, and I’m not trying to police what they do, especially in their own home. Additionally, i do have a vibrator i use about 30 mins most nights (sometimes longer) and tho i try to be quiet with positioning and modes and reactions and all, i don’t know for certain that they can’t hear me. I know if someone asked me to quiet down while I was masturbating I would die of embarrassment, and am worried that we’ve kind of come to silent agreement that we don’t ask the other person to quiet down, and don’t want to ruin that bc i don’t want to stop using my vibrator lmao.

(You’re Welcome from Moana has been playing for approximately 30 mins on repeat. I don’t want to be an asshole but dear lord I don’t want to listen to this song this many times in a row.)

What are these acronyms?

[sappynapper]

can u do an “annoying things about dating them” part 3 pls?:)) tysm

annoying things about dating them pt. 3

just a quick one bc i get so many requests for this aha, you guys must find them v annoying

Dream

he always has the air-con on full blast and its the worst?? like why even bother living somewhere hot just to make your house feel like the arctic all the time

and when you complain he just gives you his hoodies and sweatpants to wear

“you know most guys want their girlfriends to wear less clothes??”

“i can’t afford the distraction, baby, i have stuff to get done”

he’s so…

pretending he doesn’t find you distracting in his hoodies is maybe the most ridiculous part of that statement

you don’t wanna complain when he puts his nice warm hands on you though, probably another reason he keeps it so cold

Sapnap

always breaking stuff at your house, how does he break so much stuff

“baby it’s not that i don’t wanna see you do a kick flip it’s that we’re inside and last time you showed me a new trick you shattered the oven door”

i feel like that’s a reasonable thing to say but sap still sulks like you’re the meanest person ever

puts a dent in your kitchen cabinet later anyway trying to do a handstand

he’s so clearly trying to impress you but god you wish he’d stop

promises to pay you back for the security deposit you’re definitely losing so that’s something i guess

George

not to further the catboy!george agenda but i feel like he would be very independent and busy then just suddenly decide he wants your attention

and that’s it he has to have it by any means necessary

if you’re reading and don’t put your book down when he lays in your lap he’ll just playfully (?) smack it out your hands

and the worst part is he’ll just smile up at you in that way he does and you even though he’s annoying he’s just so.. charming too

he gets what he wants is what i’m saying, he gets what he wants all day every day

you’re “spoiling him” (dream’s words, ironically) and you can’t even stop yourself

[cloudcountry]

Auburnnnnn hiiii <3

Saw reqs open and decided to haul ass and annoy you

Can i ask for like, Riddle x GN!Reader (or Male if possible bc i wanna imagine my yuu lmao) as a Detective duo?

Thanks <33333

SUMMARY: Riddle and a Male!Reader search for the missing tart.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: you're not annoying me raptor >:((( AND OMG A MALE READER REQUEST IM SO EXCITED WHEN I GET THESE

When Riddle shows up at Ramshackle’s front door right after classes have ended for the day, you’re surprised to see him. Grim nearly causes you to fall on your ass when he bolts away from Riddle, the experience of being collared likely fresh in his mind.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding, I know you’re a very busy student.” Riddle huffs, looking more upset than usual, “But someone stole one of Heartslabyul’s tarts. I’m sure you understand the importance of such a dish. We simply can’t proceed without it.”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to contemplate his request. “Well, if you need detective work done I’m your guy.” you grin, “But I’m not doing it for free. A tart for a tart, Housewarden.” You take delight in watching his face burn red.

Riddle does agree, hissing something about how fair is fair and that he’s certain Trey could handle making another tart. Grim cheers at the prospect of sweet treats, and you scratch behind his ear before you follow Riddle out and to Heartslabyul.

You work your way around your main suspects, but all of them seem to have alibis. Trey makes a comment about how it’s really not a big deal, and before you can shut him down for the sake of your tart, Riddle does.

“He agreed to help bring the perpetrator to justice. His service is essential.” Riddle says, and that successfully stops any more opposition.

You look over the list of information you collected, all the alibis of “I was tending to the hedgehogs,” “I was super focused on my new hairstyle!! I didn’t have the time to steal the tart,” “I was with the flamingos with Heartslabyul Student F,” “I was helping the Vice Housewarden in the kitchen,” “I was helping Cater pick out a new hairstyle for the Unbirthday Party tomorrow—” Wait.

“Riddle, I know who did it.” you positively beam, elated that your detective work has led you somewhere, “Can you do me one last favor and get this student for me?”

Riddle always bursts into a flurry of rage when he sees the alibi you’ve singled out, and it doesn’t take any more convincing for him to drag over none other than Ace Trappola.

“Hey, what gives man?” Ace huffs, shooting you an irritated look. You click your tongue and show him your notepad, pointing to his alibi.

“You were helping Cater with his hair, correct?” you ask, lifting a single brow in inquiry.

Ace nods, clearly confused as to where you’re going with this. Riddle, to his credit, listens and waits for you to spell it out.

“I’ve helped Cater with his hair before. He spends thirty minutes blow drying, most of the time with his eyes closed and humming along to the music he blasts. Then, he brushes it out, which takes another five minutes. You would have had to sit through thirty five minutes of Cater paying attention to nothing but his hair. After you chose his hairstyle, you only had to be back in time for him to pick out accessories. Not only that, you’re a notorious troublemaker that has a knack for slipping out of place you’re supposed to be, like Orientation. And lastly, you’ve taken and eaten a tart before, so you have a track record for this sort of thing.” you ruffle his hair, an affectionate gesture to help soften the blow of his punishment, “Case closed, man. Sorry.”

“Ace?!” Riddle yells, face red as steam practically pours out of his ears.

You can only thank Riddle for the tart you’re about to get as Ace is collared. Totally worth it.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Holy fuck they are hawking this bullshit again about high mortgage rates being racist

Borrowing costs for mortgages have more than doubled over the last two years as the Federal Reserve has battled inflation by hiking interest rates, which hit a 22-year high earlier this year. […]

The Financial Services Forum, representing eight of the biggest U.S. banks, said it is spending a seven-figure sum on television advertising blasting the proposal as an added fee on Americans already burdened by inflation.

“The fed has hiked interest rates to reduce inflation, and also as the Evil League of Evil points out, these high interest rates exacerbate the problem of inflation.” Could you try to hide the doublethink a bit harder?

After George Floyd’s murder ignited nationwide protests in the summer of 2020, corporations across the economy committed to projects aimed at battling systemic racism. Mortgage lenders pledged to work with financial regulators to provide credit to more minority borrowers.

“To honour the death of George floyd, we need to use interest rates to hike housing values.” Shameless. Just fucking shameless.

Then again, if she extends the lease on her two-bedroom apartment — where her 11-year-old son is sharing a bedroom with his 22-year-old brother — her rent will increase by $70 a month, to nearly $1,400.

“To hear costs just keep going up is really disheartening,” she said. “Where do they want people to live?”

If the problem this woman is facing is that the rent is too damn high, I think the natural thing to do would be to focus on policies with the ability to make the rent less damn high. But no, increasing homeownership forever at all costs is clearly the only solution, which actually dovetails with instead of flatly contradicting addressing the problem of rentiers being able to extort more money from their tenants bc of their high property values

Sen. Sherrod Brown (D-Ohio), who chairs the Senate Banking Committee, struck an incredulous tone over the industry’s lobbying push as the bank CEOs testified before the panel Wednesday.

“Wall Street banks are actually saying that cracking down on them will, quote, ‘hurt working families.’ Really?” he asked. “You’re going to claim that?”

Love that the obligatory “And now we will give coverage to the other side” section is just sherrod brown saying “Sorry do u expect me to actually swallow this tripe?” Lol

[whosthatfunkyrat]

Okay so,

I had my PEEVES with shadow and bone.

I had SO MANY. But that’s besides the point. The point is I’m so FUCKING DONE with Netflix not going 100%. DO IT OR DON’T. DON’T TIP TOE AND WRITE A WHOLE FUCKING SCRIPT FOR A SPINOFF BUT NEVER GREENLIGHT IT BECAUSE YOU’RE ADDICTED TO CANCELING SHOWS PEOPLE LOVE. You know how many goddamn shows I loved that netflix up and cancelled for literally no reason??? Too many!

And they act like they’re so amazing for gifting us with precious jewels every time they release a new show. Yeah, Scott pilgrim DOES look good. But will it be cancelled?? WHO KNOWS! Nobody ever THINKS they will! So Why give us these jewels- these gems, if you’re just going to take them away??? What good does it do but fuel the hate we already have for this stupid system??? Why is Stranger Things literally the only survivor?????? It’s great sure- but we KNOW Netflix isn’t just spending its money on Stranger Things. They prove so every time they launch something they’ll inevitably cancel.

It’s just that Netflix is only the money provider- it’s the PEOPLE who make the jewels. It’s the cast and crew and everyone who actually WORKED on it. It’s not the company itself. If a show can be remade somewhere else- maybe the shitty company wasn’t even worth our time. Maybe it’s not worth anyone’s. Because let’s be real- how many people haven’t cancelled their subscription out of habit bc they’re just waiting for the next season of Stranger Things?? Yes, there are plenty of wonderful people working for Netflix- but whoever is consistently and persistently making these decisions clearly needs to be in a different position.

Yes, I had many problems with the show coming from someone who read the books first- but it was still enjoyable to watch! and the people who made it looked like they were having a blast! But beyond how I feel about the show- The point is- NO MORE. Netflix thinks it’s like- all powerful and shit- but the powers in the PEOPLE. And the CUSTOMER is king- so WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?!?! They’re not the only streaming service anymore. And their popularity has been declining for a long time ever since there’s been so many more options for streaming. Competition is coming at all sides and yes, the competition looks better and more appealing but STILL they pretend they’re the king.

I’m just PISSED. And it’s been brewing for a while.

DO IT OR DON’T. Don’t say you will when you won’t.

Commit to the bit or get out. Someone will take it if you don’t, we will be sure of it. This fan base is a tempest.

[prettysymbiosis]

frank vs. russia

starting the episode in media res and the circular storytelling!! the writing in this episode is really good overall, just so clever and inventive and effective. go off megan

“you ARE ready. everything you need is already inside you” sunny is ready to do a gay, gay-ass love story you guys. the gays are already inside it

titling it frank vs. russia when that’s clearly the b-plot? because we’re burying the lead? because we’re telling lies???

the denny’s shirt…

“aren’t you like 60?” misogyny is so sad 😞

dennis ANYBODY can get a guy to bang them ONCE reynolds

everyone wants dennis’ help but who will help dennis? :(

when mac says “it’s VERY romantic” dennis literally smacks the counter like… yikes

“one day he will and it is going to be hot” - I choose to believe this means that rcg think old man yaoi is hot and they are excited to show it :)

sunnyblr university is producing so many brilliant scholars who understand the significance of the beads as a metaphor for queerness and whether the audience is in or out and how it doesn’t matter because the queerness is all the way in and as of this episode it’s been turned up to full blast and leads us to a resounding victory. I’m just rehashing what others have said but I wanted to make sure I include it with my notes from this episode because it really is such a central idea and yet one that can be so easily missed by someone who isn’t reading the show like this... ugh the duality of sunny will never cease to confound me

dee calling mac out like yes bitch get his ass!! (so to speak)

uncle fucking jack walks in saying “they dropped all those charges weeks ago” - playdate EW - “I don’t– I don’t have any ice cream” - “shut UP dude, that’s gross, man”

charlie is so PRECIOUS in his little outfit and glasses

is he schizophrenic? I wonder if that will come up again or if it was just a throwaway joke

violent heterosexual shushing from dennis

the backing track of the sinned system/date scene is “in the hall of the mountain king” and it’s just so fucking classic sunny and so perfect

how did mac show patrick that he needed his power? and how did he engage physically?? we need to know these things!!!

kaitlin’s whole performance in the date scene is so fucking good

“the person who made him feel powerful, but also powerless.” the macdennis of it all is truly overwhelming sometimes

 the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life :/

“it worked” jesus christ mac

“well yeah but listen, the dennis system is a system for getting a woman. this is a system for getting a man, and that’s why sinned is actually dennis backwards!!” when I first watched this episode I was high as balls and sick with anticipation and this whole bit nearly pushed me over the edge. I mean he basically just straight up says that it’s bad for him to like men (sin) after explaining a tried-and-true system for getting them???

and then mac and dee are like “what are the chances??” and dennis is like HIGH >:( because they don’t see it. they don’t see it even though it’s been plain as day the whole time :(

dennis: “I’m still buzzin from last night” 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

AND I HAVE TO BE WITH HIM oh baby boy I pray you will be

the nastiness in dennis’ voice when he says “well no, see, that’s the thing – johnny doesn’t love you. he doesn’t even like you.” glenn I’m scared of you

“they ARE my favorite” he wanted mac to realize :( and yes the crabs are deeply metaphorical

“yeah, because I AM johnny” “then who’s dennis?” “what do you mean?!” “well if you’re johnny, then who– who’s you?” one of the best sunny exchanges of all time!!!!!!!! I cannot overstate how much I love this dialogue. it just captures so much about them so succinctly go off megan!!!!!

“I can’t engage with you on this right now” great delivery rob, so funny

does dennis want to control frank like a pawn bc he felt like that’s what frank did to him? or he’s just frustrated at mac and wants a situation he feels in control of?

kaitlin’s “... yeah” when dennis asks if dee has more pills is just so funny I keep remembering it and laughing randomly

“we’re gonna need to turn the lights out.” GLENN I’M SCARED OF YOU

the POV Being Frank throwback! I love the tossing of the clothes and the blackness and the sound of the door, cool little sequence

charlie’s such a good cheerleader 🥹 his little point is so funny

do you ever wonder what danny devito might be doing with his career if he wasn’t pretending to be split in half by giant vibrating anal beads on it’s always sunny in philadelphia??

“you don’t have to do this” this one speaks for itself I think.

dennis and uncle jack, two sexual deviants having a laugh in the van :| (also the van situation is so classic sunny obvs)

mrs. mac saying “nice” god there are just so many hilarious little character beats in this episode

“I DON’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO TELL YOU!!!” :( what’s in the texts rcgm

macdennis fightin :)

the full-blast alarm sound effect just gets me every time like to me that is peak comedy

The Burning Heart by Survivor is kind of macdennis coded tbh… “It's a primitive clash venting years of frustrations / Bravely we hope against all hope / There is so much at stake” “Does the crowd understand?” “Though his body says ‘stop!’ his spirit cries ‘never!’ (omg) / Deep in our soul a quiet ember knows it's you against you” like sorry if this song was supposed to be for straight people but it’s not anymore

so there’s something there about what’s acceptable and going full blast. the mommy issues are now explicit. dennis is bisexual. and he chose to have a romantic and sexual relationship with mac while pretending to be someone else, to the point that mac was in love with this other version of him. and he was so mad mac didn’t realize that he actually played his hand and told him, and mac still couldn’t accept it, upsetting dennis further. wtf man these homos are INSANE

[tododeku-or-bust]

idk what all these anons are on and i’m sorry you’re dealing with them. i’m autistic and i have huge sensory issues especially in public, and while i don’t like when people blast loud music i would never say the answer is to call the fucking police on them??? or get any other authorities involved??? truly the pissing on the poor website. you’re so very clearly not saying the issue is disliking music but the fact that everyone’s automatic reaction is carcerality and policing, and i’m sorry people are twisting your words so much

I appreciate the understanding!

It's quite white privileged to even CONSIDER policing as an option, or that to get what you want you can weaponize it or other forms of social force. I don't understand how everybody's all "ACAB" on here until "it's something that I don't think is normal/annoys me". Or how everyone's "yo those KARENS-" and they behave in the very same way that got the term created (privileged white women weaponizing their whiteness against Black people bc they "made them uncomfortable").

And I refuse to concede to an idea that puts my community's lives at risk over personal annoyance. Come up with something else and we can talk 🤷🏾‍♀️

[wildgirllz]

request for our little lawboy sam winchester

So, the reader and sam have an age gap i want this to be during s2 so 20 and 23 and reader is utterly and irrevocably in love with him, but unfortunately its all unrequited (its not) She thinks samsnot into her bc he sees her as a kid and when she sees how hes acting around madison (s2 werewolf girl) she gets more upset and goes straight back to wherever theyre staying at and gets a little drunk and shes blasting some taylor swift song like enchanted or something (or you belong with me) and dancing and screaming along to it while crying when dean and sam enter and theyre like dude what even and she gets a bit embarrassed and maybe deans aware of her feelings

No idea how this end so ill leave it up to you and if you want to make changes or add anything cause you think it makes more sense you can and im so sorry this was so specific and long 🫡

TYSM LY

Ofc!! Here you go! (The gif is a distraction)

Sorry it’s short I didn’t know how else to do it 😭

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: a lot of whiskey, alcohol consumption, angst, not a happy ending, depression, bad self image.

You take another shot of whiskey, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat. You've lost track of how many you've had, but at this point, you don't care. All you can think about is Sam, and how much you love him. But you're too scared to tell him, too scared to face the possibility of rejection.

And then there's Madison, the werewolf girl that Sam has been spending so much time with. You've seen the way he looks at her, the way he talks to her. You know that he's interested in her, and it breaks your heart.

You take another swig of whiskey, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You don't know what to do, how to make the pain go away. All you can think about is how much you want to be with Sam, and how impossible that seems.

The door opens, but you don't even turn to look. You don't want to face anyone right now, especially not Sam. But then you hear his voice, filled with concern, and you know that you can't ignore him.

"Y/N? What's going on?" Sam's voice is soft, gentle, but it only makes you feel worse. You can't bring yourself to look at him, to see the pity in his eyes.

“God, Y/N. You need to stop drowning yourself in this shit.” He was disappointed. The guilt felt like a hot shower going down your back.

You take another shot of whiskey, hoping that it will numb the pain. But it only makes things worse, the room spinning faster as the alcohol takes hold.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Sam pleads, taking a step closer. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, the tears flowing freely down your cheeks. You can't tell him the truth, can't bear to face the possibility of rejection. So you just keep drinking, hoping that it will make the pain go away.

He thinks you’re hopeless, dirty, immature. He’s right. You need to get over him.

Dean steps forward, his expression concerned. "Y/N, come on, talk to us. We're here for you."

But you can't bring yourself to say anything, to tell them how you feel. All you can do is cry and drink, lost in the darkness of your own thoughts.

As the night wears on, Sam and Dean had made their way to their beds, giving up at cracking your numb mind.

You become more and more lost in your own pain, the alcohol making it hard to think clearly. You don't remember much after that, just a blur of tears and alcohol and pain.

In the morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. You know that you'll have to face Sam and Dean, to try and explain what happened. But you also know that nothing will ever be the same again. You'll always love Sam, but he'll never feel the same way about you. And that knowledge is the hardest thing of all.

[thatgirlonstage]

Quick little highly unedited twst thing bc I finally finished clearing book 6 and I have Jamikali brainworms. I deserve an occasionally OOC Kalim. As a treat.

[set at the video game party at Ramshackle at the end of book 6]

—

The buzz of conversation in Ramshackle had lulled down to a late afternoon quiet by the time Idia extricated himself. He was sweaty and somehow both starving hungry and nauseous at the mere thought of a single bite of food. He desperately needed to get back to the safety of his room and curl up inside a hoodie for the next three days straight. His social battery had been strained far past its max. But the way Ortho was beaming—the way Epel casually squeezed into the couch beside him as if it was perfectly natural—the way Grim cackled as he pulled ahead in the race—all of it made a small kernel of something warm bloom in his stomach. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe one day it could even be good.

“Oh, Idia, are you leaving?” Ortho glanced up and Idia mustered a shaky smile for him.

“Yeah, but you should stay if you wanna.” His voice was barely audible, but he knew Ortho’s auditory systems were sensitive enough to pick it up. Ortho glanced between Idia and where Ace and Deuce were sprawled across the rug, bickering over one of the controllers was giving Ace an advantage, clearly conflicted. “Seriously, you should stay,” Idia pushed. Much as he would appreciate Ortho’s presence as a buffer in case someone insisted on trying to talk to him between here and his room, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt this.

Ortho hesitated another moment but then nodded, indicator lights flickering along his face signaling happiness. The others had noticed Idia standing by now and he felt their eyes on him like sniper lasers. He mumbled something between a goodbye and an excuse and practically fled the room.

He had made it all the way out of the dorm and halfway down the path back to the main stretch of campus before he heard someone running behind him. His steps faltered and he heard a familiar voice calling him.

“IIIIIIIIIIIDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” He half turned just in time to see Scarabia’s housewarden charging down the path after him. He skidded to a halt, kicking up a full foot of dust, and gave Idia a wide, beaming smile. It was all Idia could do to keep from blasting him away with magic. If he had to deal with Kalim Al-Asim’s boisterous extroversion right now he might just melt into a puddle of cold sweat.

“What?” he got out, trying to convey his total disinterest in conversation. As usual, it slid right off Kalim, who only smiled wider.

“I told them all I’d invite you over to Scarabia next week,” he said. “You’re trying to make friends and do more things at school, right? So you need to come to a party! It’s the best place to meet people! I’d throw one tomorrow, but we’re waiting until Jamil’s had a few days to rest.” He reached out and put a hand on Idia’s arm. Idia flinched and forced himself not to jump away. “Speaking of which.”

The smile slipped off Kalim’s face all at once and he was suddenly looking directly in Idia’s face, his red eyes wide and focused. His hand tightened on Idia’s arm, stopping him when he tried to jump away in surprise. Kalim leaned in, shattering Idia’s personal space, grating like nails on chalkboard against his already taxed nerves. Idia swallowed air as Kalim forced their faces close.

“Hey Shroud,” he said. “If you ever hurt Jamil like that again, I will track down every single game, show, movie, and band you have ever loved and end it. I will buy up the rights to every sequel, shut down every game server, break up every idol group. I will make sure nothing that brings you joy sees the light of day ever again. Do you hear me?”

Idia yelped, trying to stumble back a step, but Kalim’s grip didn’t let him. He stared down at where Kalim’s hand was locked around his arm, and then back at Kalim’s face—focusing his eyes somewhere past Kalim’s ear—and stammered, his words slipping away from him and clogging his throat while his pulse skyrocketed. He didn’t know what he was saying or what he even could say to Kalim’s threat. He couldn’t hear his own stuttering nonsense, only the pounding of blood in his ears.

Then, all at once, Kalim released him, and the smile was back on his face. The grin was so wide and looked so genuine that Idia felt like the whole world was slip-sliding between realities. He wondered if the last few seconds had somehow been a painfully vivid hallucination. Had the blot or the Underworld poisoned his mind somehow? Was such a thing possible?

“So I’ll see you next week, right?”

Idia realized he was expected to respond and gave a single, jerky nod. Kalim beamed at him.

“Awesome! I can’t wait!” He scrambled back up the path towards Ramshackle, where Jamil had poked his head out the door. Idia could hear Kalim complaining as he approached. “…didn’t have to come after me, I said I’d only be a moment…”

Idia was rooted to the spot, staring back up at Ramshackle. Jamil met his gaze for a moment. He blinked, seeming startled by Idia’s stare, but after a moment he turned away, distracted by Kalim’s approach. Kalim reached the door. Idia watched them exchange words. Kalim laughed at something Jamil said. Jamil stepped out of view, back into the house, handing the door over to Kalim to let him enter.

Kalim paused for just a moment on the threshold and glanced back at Idia. For a moment so brief it seemed only the length of a blink, the smile dropped off his face. Blank, serious, red eyes met Idia’s, and they were full of terrible promise.

The door swung shut behind Kalim, carrying his laughter away into the dorm. Idia stood on the path, staring after him. It was a long few minutes before he felt strong enough to move.

[rasparagus]

coldest day of the year

pairing: woozi x gn!reader

word count: 700 words, so short baby

genre: fluff, plotless as always, stoic bf v excited partner

summary: jihoon takes care of you. bc if he doesnt do it who else will? gosh.

request: “the coldest day of the year” 

and i am requesting this to be with my woozi bear or my lovely dinito because i love them muchísimo also HAVE A GOOD WEEK!!!! 

-gala 

thank u gala for requesting this hehe i love you. i hope u also have an amazing week muah!

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to you, the winter months are a time of yearning. yearning to be warm, to cuddle into freshly dried blankets, to take an impromptu nap by a blasting space heater. 

to jihoon, who loves you oh so dearly, those months are about making sure all of that happens for you. 

which brings you to the present. you’re waiting in the bitter cold, admiring the weather despite the way it nips at your extremities. 5 minutes away, jihoon’s text read. you impatiently await his arrival, excited to see the live show of a performer jihoon has been raving about for months.

when woozi sees you, you’re watching a chipmunk scurry around, a small joyous smile placed on your face. you’re waiting exactly where you always are, beside the tree you’ve claimed as your own for the past three years. each fall, its the first one to begin losing its leaves, and you smile each time you study beside it and a dry auburn leaf falls on your head. 

when you spot woozi you light up a little, focusing your attention away from the mischievous little chipmunk and choosing to study his features instead. his dark hair is fluttering every which way in the wind, and his eyes are squinting a bit from the intense cold. 

“hey,” he says. short and nonchalant, but not void of love.

“hi,” you try smiling as obnoxiously sweet as possible while handing him a scalding black coffee. any reaction from jihoon is a fun one to you. his posture is straight, but the outer layer of his calm demeanor chips off a bit as he blushes at your antics. he giggles and mutters something like you’re stupid in the most affectionate tone known to man.

your sickly saccharine expression bleeds into your voice as you lean closer to him to say “thank you” and peck his cheek.

“for what?” he asks.

“wowww, jihoon, as if you don’t know. because i suppose it could’ve been anyone who bought these brand new earmuffs and snuck them in my backpack.” you point to the accessory on your head.

“oh those? i just saw them and thought you’d like them, that’s all.” you and him both know it’d practically send him into a heart attack to admit the amount of thought he’d put into getting these. but that’s what you liked about jihoon. he didn’t require tons of verbal praise and recognition and thanks. it was enough for you to know he thought about you, and it was enough for him to know you liked it.

the two of you walk leisurely, indulging in conversation about your most recent shift, his upcoming test, and the last tiktok he sent you. when you arrive at the bus stop, you both sit on the bench, thighs touching each other comfortably. you reach out one of your hands to lock with his, but before he fully takes it jihoon pauses.

“you know it’s the coldest day of the year, right?” he takes a moment to inspect your hands, cold and starting to turn a concerning shade of purple at the fingertips. he rubs your hands back and forth between his own as he scolds you. “why don’t you ever wear gloves,” he asks, rolling his eyes and scoffing as he takes your stiff hands into his own. even now, your brain still short-circuits a little when you feel his strong hands envelop your own.

“well, then i couldn’t use my phone,” you reply. you grin a little at how clearly he is annoyed (or trying to be annoyed) by your logic. 

“you’re an addict.” he hastily stuffs your hands into the large pockets of his thick winter coat. you take the opportunity to slyly stroke his hands with your finger. 

“pfft, so are you,” you accuse.

“true, but if i wasn’t then you wouldn’t have anyone to like all your tweets.” he laughs at his own joke.

“fair enough. you might have a point,” you concede and laugh along with him.

it takes a minute, but you do warm up. though, jihoon keeps your hands in his pocket, even as you get on the heated bus to the venue. and every time you hands rearrange with his, he thinks of how cute you’ll look with the earmuffs’ matching gloves.

a/n: everyone thank gala for pulling me out of my writing hole. hmm i wrote all of this really quick and did not proofread so excuse any mistakes. also, i hate to say it but I’m in one of my Weird Moods so i forgot how two human beings interact in conversation, let alone a couple. so just pretend this has natural dialogue. I’m so happy i can get this out considering i haven’t posted anything since like august i think. hope u guys like this. i have a sore throat rn and Scientific Studies show that reblogging ro’s fic “coldest day of the year” will alleviate her pain.

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Noah anon here! 1st I want to thank the other anon who said they’d recently been to a show of his & that it was a blast—that person got me more excited, in the way that happens when you’re going to a show with friends, so I really appreciated that :)

They were right, it was indeed! I’ve been to concerts alone before, but it was the city I wasn’t used to that was making me uneasy, but I ended up being lucky that my hotel was the only one within walking distance so I didn’t mess with parking lots!

Back to the show! 1) the artist on his playlist before he comes onstage was Lorde 2) he mentioned that he loves Phoebe Bridgers & his #1 collab that he’s never done would be with boygenius and 3) the song after the show is over is “22”, so we can see Noah has ✨taste✨

He & his band put on a phenomenal show. I’d never been to an amphitheater show before, but I loved it. I’m shocked how close I was without being in the pit. I was closer to him in my front row “lower bowl” seat than the only Taylor show I sat on the floor in row M. It was wild. His voice live is truly special, and well controlled. The places he chose to cut both the music & his singing, to allow the audience to sing gave me chills, especially during “Orange Juice”. He didn’t play “Paul Revere” or “Call Your Mom”, 2 of my tippy top favorites, bc he swapped them for “Maine” & “Shape of My Shadow”—I was def disappointed at first when I realized, bc I relate so heavily to those 2. But when I saw the masses of other people who clearly related to those songs, especially “Shape of My Shadow”, I got choked up & teary in a good way. I’m glad he’s giving representation to a different kind of eating disorder that’s not usually talked about in mainstream media. I’ve personally never heard a hetero, cis-male speak of it, so I can hold a tiny, compartmentalized box of disappointment for me, while being hugely glad and genuinely happy for the others who got to hear their special song. Everyone deserves it.

It made me think how amazing it would’ve been to see Taylor at this point in her career bc I’m an acoustic girlie at heart, and the choreographed shows are fun, but if I had to give up those shows forever for only acoustic, with talking to the audience between songs? Easy choice for me, but I do know it’s not all about me.

I thought of TSSers several times throughout the night because I wouldn’t have had that experience without this space, & I’m so grateful for Sarah & TSSers. Thank you 💚💚💚

Thank you so much for this rundown. I'm so glad you had an incredible time! We were all thinking of you too and so so happy you had a BLAST. 💚

[ticklystuff]

hi i know i’m on hiatus but i need to vent bc it’s nearly 10 pm and i’ve been at work for 12+ hours dealing with an actual nutcase

Okay, so there was a mama goose that laid her eggs on the third floor balcony of one of the buildings at work and they hatched back in April and I have posted about them a few times. Since there are no resources on a third floor balcony for them, one woman started feeding them lettuce and grass clippings from her yard and then a couple other people, me included, started helping her feed them too. Everything was fine for the first month.

Eventually, the facilities manager caught on. For some reason, she believes they can fly (they cannot) and has posted signs saying to stop giving them food and water. They clearly cannot fly because they have their baby feathers, but this woman will not believe anyone that tells her. The woman that started feeding them initially got caught and had her third floor badge access revoked, so the rest of us have been smuggling food and water up there. It has been very stressful because facilities has been throwing food away that we’ve been storing, so we’ve resorted to hiding the food in different places, and they’ve been throwing the geese’s water bowls and will sometimes station security guards by the geese to prevent people from feeding them and then we will have to wait for the security guards to leave, which can be really late in the evening.

Today, my co-worker sent the facilities manager an email regarding the geese and potentially relocating them. The facilities manager calls her and tells her that they don’t need to be relocated because they can fly off on their own. My co-worker then asks “Well, what if you’re wrong and they can’t fly?” but the facilities manager just laughed and repeated that they can fly. 

I went up earlier to check on them and heard a loud noise coming from the geese area and initially thought some construction going on. When I get there, I see the facilities manager and three guys blasting music with a stereo to the balcony where the geese are. I go up to one of the guys and ask him what they’re doing and the guy is like “We’re trying to scare the geese away, but some of them seem like babies so they can’t fly” and I’m like no fucking shit. Facilities manager comes up to me and asks if I’m here to see the geese and I tell her no and that I was just stretching my legs and heard a loud noise. She then tells me “Well we’re having a party up here with the geese!” and I’m like “HA HAHAHA ROFLOLMAO XDDDDD” and then I leave. She is still up there trying to scare them away, but obviously they cannot leave. She is still blasting music at almost 10 pm and I am waiting for her to hopefully leave so I can give them food.

This other woman that has been feeding the geese goes up after I do and she sees the facilities manager. She goes up to her and starts having a conversation about the geese and she asks her are they going to be relocated and the facilities manager tells her no and that she’s gonna wait for them to fly. When the woman tells her that it takes about 8 weeks for them to learn to fly, the facilities manager asks her how she does she know these bird facts. The woman tells her that she just looked it up on the internet and the facilities manager says “Is everyone an internet doctor these days?” and it’s like bITCH YOU ARE LITERALLY STANDING IN THE RESEARCH BUILDING TALKING TO PEOPLE THAT DO RESEARCH FOR A LIVING WTF DO U MEAN BY THIS HAVE U NEVER GOOGLED BASIC SHIT BEFORE??????????

Honestly, yeah, you should not be feeding wildlife, but also, the facilities manager did nothing to help relocate them when they were born so they were probably going to starve up there if the initial feeder didn’t step in. I cannot for the life of me understand why she still refuses to relocate them

Anyway, still waiting for her to leave. I refuse to leave until I can feed them because they haven’t eaten all day and no one will be able to come in over the weekend to feed them because the heating/cooling system at work is being worked on, so they’re not allowing employees access this weekend and I wish to give them something in preparation for the long weekend. Wish me luck that I don’t get caught *sobs*

If I come back to dead geese on Monday, I’m going to rip the facilities manager to shreds *sigh*