#but i'm not going to be up the ass of a fat actor about it i'm not sorry lol

[killbaned]

my hot take of the night is that considering he’s already fat to begin w and how many years he’s been the brunt of absolutely vile comments and fatphobia about how he’s ‘not hot’ anymore br*ndan fr*iser can wear as many fat suits as he wants

[garfunklefield]

Magic Dance!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

WWE!Fem!Reader/WWE!Yuki Tsukumo Warnings: locker room sex, tribbing/scissoring, humiliation kink, dirty talk, degradation, wet and messy, squirting, stone top!Yuki, pillow princess!reader Word count: 1297 DESC: Your on-stage rivalry is hot and heavy behind the scenes!

This is inspired by me watching too many Rhea Ripley edits..

I'm getting to every ask slowly!

The world knew you both hated each other. It was apparent from the planned tweets from your manager, calling Mama Yuki weak and flat-chested. Or how she’d yell on stage how she was going to rip into your flesh, throwing you around with care for your safety. You were both trained, so it didn’t hurt. But the allusion is what mattered. You were both actors, playing up your hatred for the stage. Millions were paying hundreds to see you throw her against the stage and slam your hips into her body, holding her down for three seconds. You both were so good at wrestling that your managers would tell you which matches to throw to make the other look good. You didn’t mind, though.

But, you both had a dirty little secret. Sneaking smiles and waves from the backstage. Blowing kisses and winking. Palming her flesh intimately to make her mind fog in front of thousands. Yuki grabbed your ass before throwing you into the ground, in a way you’d think about for days. 

Today wasn’t different, but the air was hotter. You were both in the locker room downstairs, with the stadium above. Getting ready, applying your intense makeup, and adjusting your scandalously skimpy outfits. Her hair was long and bleached blonde, slicked back into a low ponytail. Her theme was always dark and gothic, with black lipstick and intense eye makeup. Her outfits included straps and chains, cock rings, anything inherently sexual and fetish-like. Today she wore a dog collar around her neck, with a large circle dangling from the center. Her top dipped down to reveal her perky breasts, then shorts that left nothing to the imagination. 

You leaned into the girly aspect, to downplay your muscles and strength. Two space buns reinforced with hairspray and pink extensions. You wore unitard-like shorts that exposed your fat ass and thighs, with a shorter pale pink skirt. Large boots and a purple cropped t-shirt that came just above your breasts, nipples covered with pink heart pasties. Glitter all over your face and lips, pink lashes mixed into your lash extensions. Everyone called you Pinkie, rarely ever using your first name with it.

Two opposites, that’s what they loved about you both. No matter how submissive you looked or how dominant Yuki looked, you both had an equal fighting stance. Everyone loved how you’d both beat each other's asses in a sexually suggestive way, spitting insults at each other in between throws. No one knew who’d win, each fight being a competitive mystery. 

Yuki was seated on a bench, with a compact in her manicured hand. She was applying black liquid lipstick with an applicator, accentuating the corners of her mouth. Your lips were glittery and pink, glossy in the stage lights. She closed the compact and looked at you, as you adjusted your T-shirt.“Hey,” she cooed, scooting over to you on the bench. You glanced back at her and smiled, raising an eyebrow as she continued, “I like your outfit today.” 

“I like yours too. Especially that,” your hand trailed to her neck, tugging on the ring in the center, “I’m gonna have fun with it today.” Your voice could send anyone into a trace. Smooth and sultry, it almost distracted your girlfriend each time she fought you on the stage. Mainly when you’d growl those pathetic little insults her way. She had so many desires and thoughts running through her head and seeing you this way was getting her so hot and bothered. Yuki put her hand over yours and pulled you closer, closing the distance with your lips. Your pink lips molded against her black ones, sucking her bottom lip and licking along the center. She moaned softly, in that perfect way that was telling you this wouldn’t be just a simple make-out session. 

“No one’s here, baby,” she purred in between messy kisses, not caring if your makeup smudged. You still had an hour to fix it, right? You could get a little messy for your love. She wrapped two arms around your waist, before moving them to touch along the sides of your unitard bottoms. Your breath hitched in your throat as her lips pulled away and her eyes flitted to your pretty little clothed cunt. Two fingers hooked the crotch part of your clothing and pulled it to the side. Of course, you didn’t wear any underwear. “What a little slut,” she mumbled. You were already wet, it was obvious when her other hand spread apart your folds and your slick stuck to her fingertips. 

A whine escaped your lips, before you pressed them together, “Yuki… honey,” you tilted your head back, “Put your pussy on mine.. Please?”

She laughed, breathlessly, “You want me to fuck you with my pussy? You want your little cunt fucked so good?” Yuki stood and stripped from her shorts, no underwear either. You couldn’t suppress the noise that fell from your plump lips the moment you saw her climb on top of your spread legs, facing her back to you. She mushed her cunt into yours and rolled her hips side to side, “Yea-a-ah, dirty girl, dirty fucking girl. You like that, you slut?” She looked back with a sultry grin, eyes half-lidded. She knew how to turn you on in seconds, “You’re so greedy. You wanted to fuck me so bad, admit it.” 

You breathed out shakily, with an embarrassed blush creeping on your cheeks, “M-m.. maybe,” you gasped when she pressed her vulva onto yours, rocking her hips back and forth teasingly, “Yes,” you whimpered, “Yeah, I do baby. So bad.” A pout pulled at your lips as she rocked back and forth then ground side to side. Just to tease you with her squishy, warm pussy. You wanted to cum then and there, your back arching into every wave of pleasure she pushed your way. She was getting harder, more intense, and it made your cute little noises louder.

“Yeah, you like that, whore? Whine for me, yeah, you wanna cum? Beg for it. Mm- shit, beg for it,” Yuki’s voice filled you like honey as she fucked into your slit with her engorged clit, making you feel so much pleasure with just a few thrusts. She rut into you like she was in heat, humping harder than she had the last few times you’d had sex. You could hear your honeypot squelch at every thrust, to the point where you couldn’t hear anything else. You were begging, sure, but you were unaware of what you were saying exactly. It just felt so good. 

Warm waves of hedonistic pleasure coursed through your lower half until you couldn’t help it. This warmth was familiar as it took over and made you release all over her, squirting like a good little slut onto her pussy. She kept grinding, and you knew it wasn’t for her pleasure. Yuki had told you how tribbing didn’t feel like much for her, but she loved it because you got off. She loved to please you more than she liked to get off. You enjoyed it, liking to see her happy from making you squirt every single time. You gasped and moaned as you continued to cum, sticky and wet juices coming out of your tight hole right into her pussy. She grinned back at you, watching your faces as she continued. Your lipgloss was smudged and your head was dazed, so you didn’t realize when she got off of you, leaving your legs spread. You didn’t even realize you had squirted on most of your shorts, and a little bit of your skirt too. 

Yuki pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaving a small black mark, and smirked into your ear, “I’m gonna win this match, slut.” 

[dollypopup]

also also- to cut so many intimacy scenes in a season where body positivity was the focus is a slap in the fucking face

The showrunners claiming that love scenes matter less after the couple has gotten together- bullshit. I call fucking bullshit. Because that scene of her riding him at the end of the season could have made up for a LOT of disappointment in the ending. That bed is symbolic. Them being TOGETHER in the bed is symbolic and meaningful and says so much and is such a perfect way to represent they are a unit again. He was on that sofa for so long in part because of a rift between them with Lady Whistledown in the storyline, but also because that was a safe place for him. That was the first place he and Pen had sex as a couple and they were happy and they were in love, and it was difficult for him to leave that.

A scene at the end where she is on top, riding him, and they are on the bed together, signifies his trust in her and them moving together into the future. It is important. And it should have gotten more than just 20 seconds on the screen. Her on top was meaningful, because in the carriage, she is a passive participant to pleasure. On the sofa, she asks him to tell her what to do, and when he says he'll do it all, she demands to be a part of it. And in riding him, she is an active party in the intimacy. He can relinquish the control, trusts her enough to do so, and she trusts him enough to be in the vulnerable position of being on top. A position women who have had concerns about their body in a fatphobic society know all too well. Why cut it so short? Why not truly lean into that?

You cannot pat yourself on the back as a body positivity season to make bank off of your plus size viewers and then cut so many intimacy scenes, Shondaland and Netflix. That's fucked. You cannot profit off of us and then do a half assed job in telling our stories.

Where are the fat writers in the room? The fat editors? To say 'actually, this love scene is important. we should cut something else'. Why is it that we don't get Colin going down on her? It was filmed, why was it cut? Why are there less intimacy scenes between Pen and Colin than there were for Benedict?

How are you going to claim over and over that this is representation, and then do our representation dirty? I would understand in part if it wasn't even filmed, for various reasons. Actors feeling uncomfortable, the scenes being unnecessary to the narrative itself- but they were filmed, and they were VITAL.

Pen and Colin are FROSTY after that Lady Whistledown reveal. To use words from a very hilarious video: he doesn't wanna dip his quill in her inkwell anymore after finding out about the lies. Because for Colin, love and intimacy and trust are all entwined. He can't have angry sex with her because he craves intimacy, not just sensation. To have one without the other isn't fulfilling for him. So they split apart and apart and apart, until they come together again. (pardon the innuendo) Them having sex at the end of the season is supposed to be the sigh of relief the viewers AND the couple get after that angst. It's the payoff. They had distance, and now they are together again. They were apart and now they are one. They are joined.

Where was the payoff?

Nicola talked about the importance of intimacy scenes, that they are not throwaways, that they mean something to the plot, and for them to be scrapped feels like an injustice. An injustice to the people who saw themselves represented in this story, (note: I'm a fat woman, and I'll say, I do NOT feel personally represented, because I'm a size 18/20 and a size 8 lead isn't my representation, but many many people do not feel as I do, and so if you DID see yourself on screen, I'm sorry: you deserved that intimacy montage), an injustice to the narrative, and an injustice to your actors, who put themselves in a very vulnerable position to deliver the most poignant love story they could, who really went for it, and who ended up on the cutting room floor.

Nic and Luke love this pairing, you can TELL they're shippers, you can tell they have so much empathy and adoration for Pen and Colin. They poured their heart into those scenes. To see them cut is a disservice and a disrespect.

We fucking deserved better.

[kineticpenguin]

So I finished the Fallout series

And that was a mistake.

You know how like, 2 episodes in I said "the only character anyone involved in this show seems to actually give a shit about is the Walton Goggins ghoul"? Yeah, that stays consistent for the whole duration. You know how people use "NPC" as an insult? Lucy is worse: she's a BethSoft Fallout PC. She just steps on out of that vault with generic do-gooder personality, and basically everything brought to that character is entirely from the person playing her, certainly not the goddamn writers. Let me be absolutely clear: this is not Ella Purnell's fault, she is acting her ass off. It's just the writers gave her such trash to work with and the only button they have on their keyboard is "well that just happened!"

It's almost as bad for Maximus the Hapless Brotherhood Dipshit (Aaron Moten) but not quite. The writers thought maybe they'd do a fakeout to make you question whether or not he's a good guy or not, and absolutely did not commit. Another character where the actor had to do their best with nothing.

So obviously Lucy and Maximus fall in love and... here's the thing. She's smitten from the moment he first shows up in power armor, calls him a "knight," even though she's supposedly up to speed on prewar history and knows T-60 armor when she sees it. Why she just got obsessed with this idea that this guy is a Knight and not a remnant of the US Army remains to be seen, but I'm pretty sure it's because Todd Howard hears "knight in shining armor" and gets a big fat chub and dreams of being carried off into the sunset.

I can't even say Walton Goggins steals the show as the ghoul Cooper Howard, because most of this show is actually really all about him. He is the actual protagonist.

Overall assessment, though? God, where is the copypasta about Fallout 3... ah, yes. It makes about that much sense. They retconned the NCR into a fragment and then finished it off out of what I can only assume is 14 years of pure spite from Todd Howard. Why? Because they want you to know that it seems that Vault-Tec is bad. Uh, very bad.

Vault-Tec's bad, huh?

HEY FRANK THIS GUY'S OVER HERE WATCHIN' AN AMAZON SHOW OVER HERE THAT SAYS THAT VAULT-TEC... IS BAD!

It's a show with nothing for everyone. It holds its cards close to the chest so non-fans won't understand what's going on, and shits all over existing canon which fans won't like.

And also it just sucks. The plot doesn't make any sense and the fight choreography occasionally achieves "acceptable" at best. Battlefields populate and depopulate and repopulate without explanation. There is no flow to the combat. There is a moment in the finale where banner-bearers with the BoS flag and the NCR flag just rush at each other. BECAUSE TROOPS ATTACKING BY HELICOPTER AND PEOPLE DEFENDING THEMSELVES FROM THEM, BOTH SIDES USING MACHINE GUNS, ARE SO WORRIED ABOUT BATTLE STANDARDS LIKE IT'S 1844

Fuck this show.

[katerina-marie]

The Hot Mic Incident (Feel Like Falling in Love)

Sukuna x Reader

Part 3

If someone asked you who was most likely to accidentally spill the beans about your new (and still secret) relationship with Sukuna, your answer would have to be your white-haired co-star. But when an unintentional hot mic reveals to the world what wasn't ready to be shared, let's just say it wasn't Gojo Satoru at fault for once.

Notes: A continuation of my Sukuna x Reader celebrity!au inspired by music (though only loosely, so don't look too closely at lyrical meaning). In this case, it's Feel Like Falling in Love by MeloMance. I'm writing this series as inspiration strikes, so these fics may not always be posted according to the series' linear timeline. I will make sure to note when each chapter takes place in relation to the others (this one takes place a couple months after part 2).

Content: bandmember Sukuna x actor female Reader (referred to as such, but left descriptively vague), no y/n, manager Nanami, bodyguard Toji, actor Gojo, other favorites who have small supporting rolls, all fluff, crack, and humor, innuendos, illusions to sexting, but no actual sexting occurs (sorry), so please avoid accordingly, out of character and fluffy Sukuna. Please let me know if I miss something!

WC: 4.3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“Isn’t it a little early in the morning to be sending naughty pictures to your boyfriend? It’s like 7:00 am.” 

You jumped half a foot in the air and clambered to juggle your phone in your hands before it tumbled out and slid four feet across the backstage floor of the talk show studio. 

“You need to be wearing a bell, Satoru,” you hissed over your shoulder at the menace that had appeared behind you so suddenly, “and it was not an inappropriate photo. I was completely dressed.” 

You teetered over in your heels to grab your phone off the floor and prayed that it wasn’t cracked down the middle, lest you make Satoru cough up punitive damages to make up for it. 

“In my experience, being fully clothed is not a prohibiting factor.”

Satoru snickered at the look of disgust on your face and gave you a small shrug, “Who knows, maybe Sukuna’s into th—,”

You threw yourself forward to try and cover his mouth with your hands, but even in heels you still lacked the necessary height to make contact. You settled for pinning him in place with a glare.

“Will you keep quiet please? I swear, if you and your fat mouth reveal this to anyone, I’m going to have Toji leak that photo of you from one of our nights working on that period piece last year!”

You watched with glee as Satoru’s eyes widened in abject horror, and he reached out to grip the tops of your arms and drag you close to his face. A quick peek from your peripheral confirmed that the staff lingering around the studio probably hadn’t been close enough to hear, but they were certainly watching with poorly disguised interest. 

Were you and Satoru contracted into a false relationship in order to help promote the upcoming movie the two of you were co-starring in? No, that only happened in fiction. Was it firmly implied by the producer that some offscreen tension and chemistry during the course of the film would promise to be advantageous to you both? Yes, and you presumed that in the pursuit of a paycheck some simple flirting couldn’t hurt anyone…though that was a year or so ago, and you were now closer to sending Satoru to an early grave than jumping in bed with him like fans and media were hoping for. 

“Suguru swore he made you delete any evidence of that!” 

You stuck your tongue out at him and pulled back against the hold he had on your arms, but he didn’t loosen his grip in the slightest. 

“He did, but didn’t bother to check with Toji. Looks like that weird phobia you two have of him is coming to bite you in the ass now.” 

Satoru released you with a shiver and took a large step back, his eyes roaming the expanse of the studio as if he expected your bodyguard to be summoned out of thin air at the sheer mention of his name. You didn’t blame him, however, because Toji had a habit of doing just that. 

“It’s not a weird phobia,” Satoru muttered, rubbing his throat absentmindedly and pouting down at you, “it’s PTSD.” 

You snorted. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was too!” Satoru cried, “He punched me in the throat and nearly sent Suguru through a wall!” 

“You and your idiot manager were trying to break into my house at 2:00am, drunk as skunks I might add! What did you think was going to happen? We barely knew each other then.” 

Satoru looked down at you aghast, stunned that you didn’t sympathize with his emotions. You considered it even more bewildering that he seriously thought that you would pick his side. You were about to let him know such when your phone dinged twice in quick succession, effectively capturing your attention. 

“Look,” you huffed at him, waving your phone in front of his face so he could catch a glimpse of the time (and hopefully ignore who’s name had popped up under it), “we only have like thirty more minutes before we have to get out there and I need some time to decompress, so I’m going back to the dressing room.” You started to turn away before throwing over your shoulder, “Don’t get into any trouble in the meantime.” 

Satoru rolled his eyes at you, and—in that intolerable way of his—couldn’t let you possibly have the last dig at him and jerked his head to the phone in your hand. 

“It’s not me I’m worried about. Have fun sext—,” 

“Goodbye, Satoru!” You made yourself scarce before he could say anything else, eager to find the privacy of your dressing room so you could fawn over your boyfriend in peace. 

By the time you made it into the safety of your dressing room a few minutes later, your heart was pounding—and not just from getting lost in all the maze-like hallways—and you tried to decide if hiding in the attached closet to talk with Sukuna on the phone or sitting on the couch in the open with a lovesick grin on your face would look less suspicious should someone walk in. Neither option promised much. 

Before you could make up your mind, your phone was ringing, so in order to be able to answer the call as quickly as you could, you dove for the couch and tried not to sound completely breathless when you answered with a quiet, “hi, good morning.” 

“Hey,” Sukuna replied back to you, voice equally soft but tinged with a dry hoarseness that usually followed him out of sleep. It made your toes wiggle uncontrollably against the floor. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you with the picture? That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to keep you up to date with my day,” you murmured to him. 

“Don’t worry, you didn’t. And besides, even if it did, it’s not a bad way to start my day.” His words made you melt back into the cushions and you kicked your feet in silent giddiness before tucking them underneath you. “You look stunning, by the way.” 

“Thank you,” you giggled, “though getting here to get ready while it was still dark outside was borderline torture. I’d say that it’s an unfair slight against women, but I’m pretty sure Satoru’s hair and skincare routine took just as long.” 

Your boyfriend let out a disgusted scoff at the mention of your costar’s name, “Please tell me that q-tip is behaving himself.” 

“Sukuna!” You chastised, though you couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up in your throat at the comparison, “You can’t call him that…even if it is somewhat accurate.” 

“It’s one hundred percent accurate,” he argued, “but I won’t call him that to his face…probably.” 

You shook your head in exasperated amusement, nibbling on the bottom skin of your lip before continuing on, “He’s behaving for the most part, aside from his two insinuations that our conversations this morning were of a sexual nature.” 

Sukuna was silent on the other end for a moment before replying back in a low voice with something that had you choking on your spit, “Would you like them to be?” 

He could be heard laughing as you nearly coughed your way into a premature death.

“I’m about to go in front of a live audience and on live tv!” You exclaimed.

“That’s not a ‘no’,” Sukuna pointed out hopefully.

“No.” 

He let out a dramatic sigh and you reached over to a nearby coffee table to unscrew a bottle of water and chug half of it down in the hopes it would help cool you off. 

“Speaking of,” he said, sounding just a tad hesitant, “I’ll uh, tune in to the show to watch if that’s okay with you.” 

You heart skipped a silly little beat at the idea that he wanted to watch some cheesy talk show just to get a glimpse of you. 

“I don’t mind,” you told him, “but it’s going to make me a little nervous knowing you’ll be watching as I stumble through this interview.” 

“Don’t be,” he chuckled, though something in his voice sounded just slightly wicked, “now you’ll get an idea of how I feel when I have to perform.” 

The innuendo had whatever sweet reassurance you had poised at the tip of your tongue fly out of your head, and you scrambled to come with a response that could be said back without implying anything further. The swinging open of your door, however, saved you from the task. 

“Hey, Princess,” Toji called as he leaned his torso around the door, “you need to be out there in five.” 

You startled from your spot on the couch, surprised to realize that your leg was bouncing from where it was propped up on your knee and your finger was twirling a piece of your hair.

Love made you stupid. 

“Toji,” you snapped, “have you ever heard of knocking?”

Your bodyguard rolled his eyes, “I did. Twice.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, especially because you could hear Sukuna cackling through the phone, confirming he heard what Toji just said. 

“Oh…I’ll be right there, okay?” You shooed him off with a flick of your fingers and Toji smirked at you as he began closing the door.

“Don’t be late or I’m sending Gojo in to fetch you.” 

The door closed shut before you could get a word in and you leaned back with a heavy sigh before returning your attention to your phone call, “I’ve to go. I’ll call you when the whole thing is over and I’m back home, yeah?” 

“Sounds good to me. I’ll be waiting for you. Good luck, okay?” 

You weren’t sure if it was all in your head, but you swore you heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Thank you. Bye, Sukuna,” 

“Bye, Princess,” he sing-songed, and you couldn’t help but smile as you clicked off the call. 

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Twenty minutes later found you and Satoru sitting next to each other on a platform stage surrounded by bright lights, a large live audience sprawled in front of you, and an all too perceptive interviewer who had started the interrogation just a couple minutes prior. You wiggled in your seat, uncomfortable from the various wires and clips that secured your mic to your back under your dress. 

“So,” she began, nailing you with a look that promised nothing good, “you and Satoru were supposed to film an advert on the beach early this last summer, but it ended up being you and the so-called ‘King of Curses.’ Tell me, how did that come about?” 

You hesitated a moment, thankful the question wasn’t anything too invasive, but you were still hoping to avoid talking about Sukuna altogether. Usually Nanami would heavily emphasize what could and couldn’t be spoken of before these appearances, but since he wasn’t here, you assumed it had been left to Geto. In that case, you knew he couldn’t be bothered since predicting whatever was going to come out of Satoru’s mouth during these things was an art not yet mastered.

 “Well,” you started, clasping your hands together so they didn’t shake, “it really just came about out of well-timed convenience and a favor to the director. We didn’t want to waste any of the crew’s time or have to worry about re-aligning schedules, so Sukuna saved the day by offering to help. Plus, ‘The Curses’ new song at the time got to debut in it, so it was a win-win for everyone! Except for maybe Satoru, of course.” 

In an effort to divert attention from your answer, you threw Satoru a faux-friendly smile and urged him with a widening of your eyes to explain his part. 

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, adjusting himself in the seat and setting a convincing pout on his face. “I just happened to get pulled into something personal last minute and was going to be late to the shoot. I’m appreciative that the “King of Curses” was able to step in and save the day.” 

You didn’t miss the obvious sarcasm dripping from Sukuna’s nickname when it came out of Satoru’s mouth, and you had to hide a giggle behind your hand at the thought of your boyfriend cursing at his TV at home. 

“But,” Satoru continued, jolting you into awareness when he turned to you and ran a long finger down the bare skin of your arm, “I’m super bummed I missed our chance to get wet together.” The smirk on his face was downright evil, and you just knew your face was a picture of stunned disbelief. The audience was tittering with amusement.

“You wear me out, Satoru,” you hissed at him, batting his hand away from where it still traced slowly over your skin. 

Satoru laughed and threw his head back against his chair before taking a quick look at the camera and then leaning in towards you until your noses nearly touched, “I’m flattered you’d admit that on live television.” 

Your jaw, and everyone else’s for that matter, fell to the floor and you could only gawk at him. Over the interviewer’s shoulder, you could see Toji backstage laughing his ass off as Geto stood at a respectable distance next to him shaking his head. 

We better get those damned bonuses from the producer.

“Well!” The interviewer laughed a bit nervously, breaking the tension in the room and turning to the main camera in front of you all, “That was surely something. We have to go to a commercial, but we’ll be back with these two in just a couple minutes!”

The outro music sounded over the speakers and you and Satoru were released from your chairs to scurry backstage. In between sending friendly waves to the audience and starting the walk backstage, you flipped the switch on your mic off. 

“I’m going to kill you, Satoru,” you spat under your breath as the two of you left stage.

The idiot had the gall to laugh, and in your frustration you took a couple large steps to get a head of him. And because the universe didn’t hate you enough, you felt the toe of your heel catch on a stray cable on the floor, pitching you off balance. In your flailing, you reached out to grasp at whatever object could possibly break your fall, and in doing so latched on to Satoru’s sleeve, jerking the poor bastard off his feet and onto you as you both tumbled to floor in a heap of tangled limbs. 

Your back hit the ground first, your mic digging painfully into your back with a suspicious crack of plastic followed by Satoru landing on your front, pushing all the air from your lungs with a painful “oomph.” 

You stared at the ceiling of the studio, wondering how quickly things would go if one of the giant studio lights fell from above and crushed you under it. You were never going to live this down, especially since it happened still in view of the cameras and the audience if the raucous laughter was anything to go by.

“You know, I never imagined I would actually get you under me,” Satoru mused, staring down at you for a second before lifting his giant self off and then pulling you up to follow. He held a hand against your lower back as the two of you made it to the cover of backstage. 

“Honestly,” you admitted, still a little dazed, “I never would have thought so either.”

Staff fluttered around you a minute later, offering water, smoothing your hair out, and ensuring neither of you were hurt…at least not physically. Your pride was a whole other matter. 

“Oh no,” you groaned, catching Satoru’s attention once everyone had cleared out around you, “he was watching. He just saw me eat it on live television.” 

Your co-star cocked a confused eyebrow at you, “You mean Sukuna was watching?”

“Oh please,” you muttered, “like you didn’t guess. And yes, Sukuna was watching, and now I’m not going to be able to look him in the eye this evening.” 

There was a general increased noise coming from the front of the studio, but you were too preoccupied with your own embarrassment to think much of it. 

“And why is that?” Satoru asked. 

You threw your hands up purely because you didn’t know what else to do with them, “I don’t really know exactly, but there is still something supremely humiliating about doing something embarrassing like that in front of my new boyfriend. He makes me nervous enough as is.” 

There was a sudden outbreak of hollers and clapping from out front, and you swung your head around to look and see if anyone had a clue as to what was going on. It took you a minute before you could see Toji running at you with a wild look on his face. 

“Toji, what the hell—?” You didn’t get to finish your question before he was spinning you around by the shoulders, yanking down the zipper of your dress, and ripping the mic from your back. You shrieked in disbelief as you whirled back around to figure out what in the world he had been thinking. 

“Toji!”

“Your mic has been on this whole time,” he growled, showing you the blinking green light on the cracked plastic box. You swore you had turned it off, but seeing as how it took the brunt of the impact when you fell on it earlier, you supposed it wasn’t unlikely that it had turned back on. 

With sudden cold rushing through your body and a sick ball of dread settling into your gut, you looked between Satoru’s dumbfounded expression and Toji’s face of pure exhaustion and immediately decided that if the ground wasn’t going to swallow you up whole, you were going home.

“Get me out of here!”

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After finally making it to some undisclosed back alley across from the talk show studio, you were assisted out from your crouch in a trash bin by studio security and ushered to a small nearby out-cove to wait for your bodyguard. 

And you just wanted to be famous soooo bad. Glamorous life, my ass.

As luck would have it, you were made aware today of just how famous you, and especially Sukuna, were. For all the grief you gave Satoru about not accidentally spilling the beans about your newly minted—and still secret—relationship with Sukuna, you were the one that had the unintended pleasure of doing the grand reveal. So now the world was free to stir whatever frenzy they saw fit, from the intensely devoted fangirls of Sukuna’s band, to the entire acting community, and the worst of all…your mother. You suspected you were a couple minutes away from an angry phone call demanding an explanation as to why she had to find out from the internet that you were dating a boy with pink hair and face tattoos and how much longer it would be until she had grandchildren. 

All of this chaos and Nanami just happened to be in a whole other country. 

You suddenly regretted sending him on that vacation.

A sharp squeal of tires caught your attention and you looked up to see a shiny sports car peal around the corner and come to a rumbling stop a couple feet in front of you. Before you could even begin to guess who it could be, the head of your bodyguard appeared as the tinted black window of the passenger side door rolled down.

“Get in the car,” Toji hissed, eyes darting to and fro. 

You wasted no time and nearly dove through the open window in your haste to escape broad daylight. You had just finished buckling your seatbelt in the back when Toji mashed the gas pedal and the car leapt forward.

“Christ, Toji!” You gasped, clasping the headrest of the seat you were just flung into, “Whose car is this? It’s certainly not yours.”

He snorted. “Yeah, cause you don’t pay me enough.”

“Rude,” you muttered back to him, “and not true.” 

You tried to squint out the front windshield to determine where you might be, but brick buildings towered on either side of you still, and you assumed Toji was taking some alternative route home. “Seriously though, whose car is this? It’s not one of mine.” 

“Does it matter?”

You rolled your eyes at his bored tone, “Yes, it does. Toji, I’m not your wife, but—”

“Thank God.” He sounded entirely too relieved about that.

“Still rude!” You yelped, but brushed aside the sting of offense to figure out whose leather seats your dress was currently dropping glitter all over. “I’m not your wife, so I don’t particularly care to know what unscrupulous activities you get up to when I’m not keeping you busy—,”

“None,” he deadpanned, shooting you a glare through the rear view mirror.

“—which I’m pretty sure I had you sign a non-compete, but that’s besides the point. I really need you to tell me where you got this car. In case you aren’t aware, my name is going to be plastered on every social media post, blog page, and headline in the next 24 hours and I’d rather that not include my mugshot with “accomplice to grand theft auto” under it. So tell me who this car belongs to right now or I’m jumping out.”

Toji had the audacity to chuckle at you before reaching back to pat your knee.

“Relax a bit. You know I wouldn’t ever put you in harm’s way on purpose. This is Gojo’s car. Ours was being swarmed by the media out front after your little slip up, so I threatened Geto for the idiot’s keys cause I knew it was out back and the quickest way I could get to our little rendezvous point.” 

“Oh,” was all you managed to get out. Letting your racing mind settle down a bit, you snuggled deeper into the plush leather seats and kicked your feet up onto the center console. You got two seconds of peace before Toji opened his mouth again.

“I’m going to have to call Nanami.” 

“No!” You gasped, springing upright again and feeling a warm sting creep to your eyes as your throat began to tense up. “He’s on vacation! I promised we wouldn’t bother him unless one of us was dying. I’d never forgive myself if he had to come home to clean up my sloppy love life!” 

Toji shook his head and shot you a sad smile over his shoulder as he reached for his phone sitting in the front cup holder.

“We may not really have an option, Sweetheart. Not only is Uraume going to be a huge pain to deal with since this could affect Sukuna’s band, but you’ve also got contracts and appearances promised that may get shaken by the fact it’s been revealed to the world that you've been secretly dating the music industry’s favorite ‘hate to love’ rockstar. We can’t fix this without Nanami.” 

The panic that had been brewing in your stomach this whole time was starting to make your head spin up, so you blamed it on that when you lurched out of your seat and nearly over Toji’s shoulder to snatch the phone out of his hand before he could hit ‘dial’ on Nanami’s contact. 

Your bodyguard swore when you knocked him in the face with your elbow in your clamber and his hand gave a vicious jerk of the wheel that had horns blaring from either side of your car as Toji swerved to correct it. You were thrown back into the seat you had just previously been in and you waited with heaving breaths as the car jolted sideways once more before continuing on straight. The fact you barely missed crashing was a testament to Toji’s reflexes.

“Don’t you ever do stupid shit like that again, you hear me?!” You’d never heard Toji raise his voice at you and it did nothing to help quell the tears about to start pouring from your eyes, “I know you’re stressed and something big has just happened to you, I get it, but that’s no excuse to do something dumb! You just about gave me a heart attack,” he finished, his voice still at a higher volume than normal, but it was softened by the edge of panicked concern and the worried glances he was giving you. 

That was enough to push you over the edge.

“I-I’m sorry, Toji,” you sobbed, upset at yourself for messing up again, “I wasn’t thinking, and I don’t want Nanami to feel like he has to babysit me for the rest of his life, or you to think I’m an airhead or something. I also really like Sukuna and I don’t want him to hate me because of what I did!” 

You let your head fall into your hands and hiccuped through another shuddering cry as you struggled to get ahold of the overwhelming-ness of it all. You felt Toji’s hand on your knee again. 

“Hey, hey, take deep breaths for me. No one’s thinking that, I promise you. And I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. It was wrong. It’s no excuse, but that scared the crap out of me and I thought we for sure were getting into an accident,” he admitted. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

You nodded through your tears, unable to respond to him in any way that was legible. 

“Look, we’re almost home. Try and deep breathe for me. Once we get there I’ll help you get comfortable and we’ll figure this out together, okay?” 

As was frequent with Toji, you valued his ability to keep you calm when you got into the worst of yourself and you were grateful for his steady confidence. You reached out and clasped the hand he still had stretched back on your knee to give it a squeeze, hoping it could convey all the thanks you had for him. The two of you kept driving in comfortable silence until you felt the car slow and saw a flash of a familiar gate out the front windshield.

“Hey,” Toji started, his voice suspiciously light, “you think Gojo would realize if we never returned his car?” 

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Thank you for reading! I've got ideas for parts 3 and 4 already, so I'm hoping to work on those in the next coming days.

I'll also be posting this series on AO3 under Katerina_Mar if you would prefer to read there:)

[sharonisthebettercarter]

we need to talk about common comic opinion for the boys

so i read the comics.

was curious for a while, buddies wanted to do it, finally bit the bullet and MAN OH MAN~<3

there's common opinion that swirls around from people who *have not read the comics* need i remind, an opinion that they are merely *meaningless edgelord drivel* or the like.

i'm here to bust that misconception, smack it upside the head and drag it around the fuckin' town and kick it till it's caved in because it couldn't be more *wrong* if it tried.

first thing i'll say is that the comics *don't* compare in what you'd call 'gratuitous edginess' to the show. while they have their 'bit on the nose moments', they're drawings that go panel by panel. even what they *could* show wouldn't compare, and it honestly doesn't. (coming from someone who's also watched the show too many times over now and got a nice fresh read in)

robin's death is more brutal *in the show*. there is more blood and gore. *in the show*. the arguably edgiest thing between both of them is a guy exploding another guy from inside his urethra, which *only happens in the show*

and for those that have no clue about the big twist or comics homie and try to make blocks of analysis for a character they have zero actual information or decent research on.

homelander is worse. *in the SHOW*.

granted, both have similar enough structure with reversed character development/reveal, but i digress

butcher is just THE biggest fucking bottom by the way, lord satan i CAN NOT with that boi--

anywho~<3

the 'meaningless' part? well that's just a big fat lie and i'll say it up front. that shit needs to stop. this thing was definitely an emotional rollercoaster, and while it may be true that it's not for everyone, it was far from meaningless and actually brilliantly written and even researched.

it's raw, it feels real half the time, it teaches valuable lessons, and even when you're in the notion of 'okay, where is this going, it's sus', when you stick with it? you get rewarded fucking beautifully.

there are moments you'd disagree with the characters actions in a way that makes them feel humanly flawed. of course they might do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing, so do real life humans?? there are cross cultural miscommunication references and conversations that show ennis knew what he was doing and why he did it a certain way. and yeah, it can be too much to handle for some,

*but if you honestly feel that way you shouldn't be watching the show either*

and here's what it's not.

meaningless, ill-thought, pointless, edgelord drivel.

it *is* an intricate and well done, brutally *honest* creative critique of the *military industrial complex*, *corporate capitalism*, and a couple other things expertly squeezed in. even touching on *abuse* and hitting all the right spots for how it can psychologically fuck with people. the ending punches you in the fucking feels as you could appropriately expect it to with a hard side of begrudged satisfaction.

good fucking satan these things were an excellent read that compelled me to want moar from start to finish, and yeah, if you have watched the show then i *highly* recommend them because the important topics and themes touched on are presented much better in the comic, even with the sometimes wonky ass art in place of hawt actors to distract you, lmao

but seriously? the lot of you that keep spouting nonsense from your clenched up assholes without actually bothering to look at the source material need to stop. all you're doin' is actin' damn fools and showing off high and mighty opinions based on complete mis-education if not un-education.

and f.y.i.... also being the damn fools both the comics AND show make fun of.

so remember that line billy says?

'but the main reason you don't hear about it is cause the public don't want to know about it.'

that's y'all. legit, at this point. more specifically, y'all would be the 'public' that wants to live with rose tinted glasses instead of acknowledging that reality is more brutal than we often want to see or admit.

why else would you keep denouncing and dismissing the comics and source material of something you allegedly love?

because some other schmuck on the internet said a lie, gave you hearsay, or a rumor they heard through a grapevine on a game of telephone that said it wasn't worth looking into yourself?

well i'll call bullshit on that straight up but what are y'all so afraid of??

couple other things i will say, if you hate butcher for being the biggest worldclass cunt, you will absolutely feel vindicated and have your feelings or possibly lovehate boner (like mine~) completely validated with what happens in these comics (and if i'm being honest about the direction of the show, weeeeelllll...~<3 lemme not tho lmao<3 still def the biggest bottom, out bottoms hughie by far, i wanna see him get railed by vas/love sausage)

i will also say, billy is 100% wrong in the comic and the show is slowly but surely unraveling that truth there as well, if it's not clear enough by now. what he does isn't for becky/becca, and definitely not for ryan either. it never was.

it's for his father, no i will not elaborate cause read the damn comics. (but also, people need to stop fucking forgetting that HUGHIE is the *actual* good guy here, not billy... billy is a bad guy... billy is objectively worse than homelander in many MANY canon ways and remember that reverse character development i mentioned--.)

contrast, if you *love* butcher, you will likely be disappointed in the show, but the comics will help prepare you for it (they also make too many things CLEAR)

unfortunately, you do not get sweetheart noir in this and while i love his show counterpart, bearing with cunt 9000 noir is worth it. (it also sparked fic ideas for me cause why not both~<3)

LOVE SAUSAGE IS UNREAL AND PERFECT~<3<3<3 if nothing else, comics love sausage at least deserves your full attention.

homelander's as always is a fun boi, show homelander by comparison is basically *final stage* comics homie (full throttle evil berserk type shit/just before it hits) take everything you thought you knew about (comics) him, and throw it out the fuckin' window.

boi does some fucked up shit... and ALSO has fucking mental breakdowns and visceral reactions like throwing up to doing evil shit because he literally can't stomach it and is trying to convince himself that he is the bad guy because he's been gaslit--.

and i'ma stop there. read the fuckin' comic if you actually wanna know just how deep that homie rabbit hole goes.

and i will absolutely use the idea of him having legit *adverse reactions to doing evil shit* in a fic because FUCK. YES. that was a sad but lovely detail and would make for a perfect fuckin'a alibi<3

anywho~<3, if you recognize he's a victim in the show? the comics. read them cause OOOOOHHHH--.

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #32 | 06.27.23

Hi everyone!

I'm here! With an Update! This is an exciting one because I am Finally releasing a Full! Game! <3 I will obviously still be talking about Alaris, but I am vibrating with excitement because I can't wait to release intertwine to you all! THE RELEASE DATE APPROACHES

Writing

Because we entered crunch mode for intertwine, this month was mostly focused on continuing to fill out Druk's route and my dissertation.

I didn't make as much progress on Druk's route as I would've liked (I was hoping to FINISH it, but Otojam crunch wrecked my ass). But I do have most of the route finished! At this point, I only have the final chapter to go, so we are Very Close! Druk's route is shaping up to be a really fun one. I like to sprinkle humor into all the routes, but because of Druk's character, there are a lot of funny (at least to me) cast interactions. I hope people enjoy it as much as I do because I have a big fat crush on him now!

Regarding editing, we are just about rounding out the last of Fenir's developmental edits (courtesy of local superhero dev Wudgeous of Herotome) and Kayn's line edits (courtesy of local royalty IF writer Vi of Next in Line). With Fenir's script coming up on the last of the developmental edits, that is basically two routes that are going to be ready for beta-testing after the updated demo, which is very exciting! I am extremely happy with how Fenir's route has turned out after some developmental revisions, and I hope you all like the sweet little (grumpy) baby's route!

Art

Again, most (all) of my attention was on intertwine art assets this month. I was focused on the rest of the GUI, sprite expression, and CGs so that the game will be ready for release at the end of this month!

I'm really happy with how intertwine has come out visually considering the two month time crunch! Many of the playtesters mentioned how they liked the GUI and overall aesthetic of the game, which---for my pea-sized brain that has no object permanence when it comes to compliments---meant the world to me!

Review of intertwine Screenshots (left to right, starting at the top row): Main Menu Screen, Options/Preferences Screen, In-Game Dialogue Preview, Exhibit Preview

For Alaris, I did still get some new backgrounds from Vui, and while they are beautiful, I can no longer share them since they venture into spoiler territory. Sorry folks!

I have a sneak peek of a little Something Something.

Adorable emotes for a certain Something Something! That's all I will leave you with for now <3

Additional Notes

I spent A LOT of this month coding. I re-entered programming hell to get intertwine up and running. There were a lot of features that I coded for the first time, like a texting interface, some animations, and one Special, Very Game-Centric Feature That I Can't Disclose Due to Extreme Spoilers. It was really rewarding to see it all come together, and I am pretty happy with the end result ^^

You don't even know the hell I went through to customize this texting feature

We also have a lovely voice actor for Van, which we revealed on Twitter. Max has been an amazing talent to work with, and I am in love with the way he brought Van to life!!

Finally, I spontaneously ended up working with Orpheo Fenn and Kija of Faefield Productions for a custom intertwine soundtrack. I've been wanting to work with them for a while, so I'm so happy we were able to collab!

No market research this month, except for the fact that I played Tears of the Kingdom a little bit in my free time ^^ I am so in love with Link. Also, I didn't see the appeal to Sidon in the first game, but for some reason in this game, It Clicked. Like I Get It.

That's all from me for this month. Look forward to an intertwine release in the coming days! I'm excited to get back into Alaris full-swing this upcoming month. I didn't think I'd feel this way after feeling oversaturated with them for a hot minute, but I miss my Alaris gang <3 See you all next month, and stay safe!

[penny00dreadful]

Well hi!

I'm a Steddie writer and artist, maybe with a few hints of Buckingham thrown in, that's primarily what you will find here.

I've been writing since the trenches of fanfiction.net.

My personal headcanon for these boys is they're kicking names and taking ass and they're all out of milk.

Artworks, podfics and translations welcome, just let me know cus I wanna see! 😊

1 Year Anniversary Post

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Blood of the Covenant (AO3) - Eddie is an evil vampire for a little bit.

First Impressions (AO3) - Pride and Prejudice AU

Somebody To Love (Tumblr/AO3/Podfic) - Personal Assistant Steve/Rockstar Eddie

Return of The King (Tumblr/AO3) - Steddie Vampire AU with a twist!

Comeuppance (Tumblr/AO3) - Dustin tries to parent-trap Stancy. It does not go according to plan.

Fettuccini (smut) (Tumblr/AO3) - Steve tells Eddie he's not allowed to cum for the entire month of November.

And They Were Roommates! - (Tumblr/AO3/Fic Art) - Enemies to lovers roomates AU

Cat and Mouse (Tumblr/AO3) - Rookie Mistake prequel fic. Spy AU, enemies to lovers, getting together.

Folie à Deux - (Tumblr/AO3) - Body Swap Fic

The Mummy - (Tumblr/AO3) - The Mummy AU

Safety (Tumblr/AO3/Podfic)- Robin is being followed and jumps into a group of metalheads to try and find safety.

Dish the Dish, Bish! (Tumblr)- Steve and Robin communicate badly about their respective crushes.

Crossroads (Tumblr/AO3)- Reincarnation AU. Beautiful cover art by @subbaculture

Like Ice (Tumblr) - Devil Wears Prada AU

To Find A Family - (Tumblr/AO3) - Anastasia AU

Before He Cheats - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie finds out his partner has been cheating on him when some guy named Steve calls.

The Parting Glass - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie is in mourning and moves back to Hawkins

Pink is My Signature Colour - (Tumblr) - Buckingham Legally Blonde AU

I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife - (Tumblr/AO3) - Songfic based off Take Me To Church

Love Is What Makes You Brave - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie found out Steve is getting married and is now idling in the church parking lot.

Rookie Mistake - (Tumblr/AO3) - Spies AU. Kidnapping. Murder husbands.

Hawkins Haunted House (AO3) - Steve gets roped into being a scare actor by Robin.

Family Commitments (AO3) - Eddie and Robin crash a family wedding Steve has to go to.

37 Years To The Day (Tumblr/AO3) - Steddie Time Travel

Passing Grade (Tumblr/AO3) - Teacher/Student Roleplay Smut

Please Don't Tell Steve!

Steddie First Kiss Writing Game

High Bitch King Steve

Friends Roasting Friends On Live

Fat Bottomed Girls

#penny ficlet

"Hey! That's mine!"

Drunk Talk

Star

"I can explain!"

Missed Mistletoe

Waking Up

Chill/Give In

I Couldn't Lose You

Falling Star

#stwgdailyprompt

Through The Valley - (Tumblr/AO3)- Post-Apocalypse AU

#wip excerpts

The Princess Bride Art

Twilight AU Art

Times Like These Art

Valentines Day Art

Pin Up Steve

D&D AU

Selkie Steddie

Buckingham Art

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Sub Eddie Week

Je Ne Regrette Rien Fanart

I Want To Hold Your Hand Fanart

Mer-Eddie

Pride Art

Corroded Coffin Album Art (nsfw)

Jock Eddie and Punk Steve

#penny art

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics:

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #14: I am largely uncompelled by this set, but I was amused that they had to specify "look! This Barry/Iris story takes place before we break them up! Because we want fluffy Barry/Iris!"

Also charmed that in the Black and White story at the end with flashbacks to previous events there's Bruce as Tengu in KnightsEnd! That's a bit of a deep cut I wasn't expecting.

Green Arrow #13: Williamson please learn to pace a story at some point. That said, I was very fond of seeing Roy and Lian snuggled up together, and Connor and Mia hanging out together. Also Williamson finally acknowledged Sin's existence for the first time? I think? in this comic.

I also note Williamson is on team "we like Jade" rather than on team "Jade's a villain who's done a bunch of irredeemable things" (Which. Both positions are perfectly acceptable, but does give me a bit of an 'of course you're like that' for a guy with a known tendency to prioritise biological relationships)

The plot is ridiculous but it's editorially mandated, everyone is about to go into their Stupid Eras for the next two-three months.

The Flash #10: speaking of editorially mandated storylines...I was snorting at 'make Ollie and Barry punch each other', in terms of Ollie was doing everything but shouting what his name was and Barry was going ??? mystery guy who is not Bruce.

Jai is great in this issue. Wally is busy ascending into a higher plane of existence, still, and I am waiting until his brain comes back online and the various creepy higher dimensional beings stop trying to brain wipe him and use him as conduit, as they will not enjoy him handing them their asses.

Please get Bart into a room with his friends so he can notice they're also young adults over 18 and stop reverse aging himself, he's drawn younger than Jai in this. Or actually address the plot point that Bart's currently making himself be the age he was when Max was his guardian, and what that means about their relationship.

Zatanna: Bring Down the House #1: oh this is fun. It's functioning as a Zatanna origin story, and a good reminder that Zatara is in hell.

And now a look at everyone losing their minds for the Event:

Suicide Squad Dream Team #1-4: super reluctantly reading this as lead in for Absolute Power.

I'm not sure if I'm more mad over how Amanda Waller is being villainised here or how they're characterising Lori Zechlin. Lori, what have they done to you?

As I scrutinise this, it's written by the actor who originated Nia Nal, and uh...it could use being less Nia's perspective v general Squad attitudes. It just feels very very righteous v Waller Being Evil For No Reason.

I dunno. I don't think Nicole Maines has enough experience or practice in writing for a shared property. Her Nia stuff on its own has been fine so far, but managing to write decent team dynamics for the SUICIDE SQUAD is something that takes a lot of skill and experience (given the number of strong personalities involved). It probably shouldn’t be handed to a writer who’s effectively never written a comic that doesn’t star the character she played on TV.

Absolute Power: Ground Zero #1: sigh.

This is not going to be a particularly compelling event to me.

Like hmmmmm part of me wants to point out that under a different storyline, Waller living out 20 years of peace in a virtual reality as a mother figure would be something that would affect her a lot, given her history.

Unfortunately, we are no longer in Suicide Squad 1987.

The Warlord #58: this week in Skartaris we don't see Travis at ALL. Guy who's cosplaying Travis is doing a terrible job of it, and pissing off Tara, who has been driven back into finding her childhood sweetheart Graemore attractive. We get a full retrospective of their childhood growing up together: Graemore was the son of a blacksmith and a tailor whose family were captured in warfare by Tara's father. Graemore played with Tara while his mother made swords for Shamballah and his father educated Tara. It's a very cute 'they grew up together' teen love story.

While all of this is going on Darvin the Thief goes to try and extort more money from the people on council paying him to hold Travis prisoner, and he suddenly realises where he's seen Joshua's weird bracelet before...on Tara's arm!

Surely this can only end well.

In the Arion backup, I am very slowly starting to get my head around how to fit Skartaris's ancient Atlanteans, Earth's ancient Atlanteans and modern Atlantis together. They do all come from the same group (which is what I expected) but it's definitely interesting in terms of the various interactions between magic and advanced technology.

(Now I actually need to read some more Aquaman to confirm my understanding, as it's still pretty vibes based right now)

[egg-emperor]

Since eggy paid off his debt with vector with his booty, it makes one wonder how many other debts he paid off or how many pickles he got out of that way 👀

That's literally one of my favorite concepts ever lol so yeah I certainly like to imagine he has done it multiple times over the years 🥴

As a villain and mastermind, he of course has many options in getting what he wants/refusing to repay any kind of debt etc both violent and smart and he also enjoys them a ton but in desperate horny times, he'll take the much naughtier option and offer himself. With a big plump butt and large mouth with big tongue like his, I imagine most people he offers such services to are interested in giving him a try, even if they were acting like they can't stand him. He finds many are secretly fascinated and curious 👀

This being a solid go to method he's used a few times is his excuse for why he really knows what he's doing and is clearly experienced in getting on his knees for someone and servicing them. Not only does he satisfy them and get out of tricky situations, he also uses it as his excuse to be a slut lol. Hoping that they'll see it as something he only does out of pure desperation at his limit because he doesn't often wanna admit to himself and others that he can enjoy being in the more submissive position

But he seems to enjoy it a little bit too much, the way he'll really exaggerate and play up the act of being vulnerable and desperate and at his wit's end on what else to do, even though they know he's way more dangerous and smarter than that and definitely has other options. XD He seems too into it with the way he'll beg and plead, takes his glasses off and bats his lashes at them while saying "ohhh please, I'll do anything else you want to repay you!" as he throws himself back, or gets down on his knees, or practically throws himself into their arms.

This dramatic fucking gay ass pose that I can't stop thinking about all the time is literally a prime example of what I think of lol it's so good

That is an absolute faggot I cannot put it lightly ahfoahdghakf

He's very manipulative and a good actor but they don't expect him to use it in this way, in such an unexpected situation for him. They know he's trying to be sweet and persuasive and really trying to play into and appeal to a fantasy but he definitely seems waaay too enthusiastic about it for it to all only be an act. There's definitely some truth to it and they don't believe that he's this good at it just by the amount of times he's decided to use it as a way out of situations like this... Though he has also done just that a good few times and likes it hehe ;)

I also see him pulling this same tactic even when he doesn't owe them anything, such as when he's on the ground defeated and an enemy walks over to him supposedly to finish him off, he'll be like "Ohh please don't kill me, surely there's some other way you can take out your frustrations on me and find some release!" And well he's not exactly very subtle in what he's trying to suggest with that when all they can see of him when approaching is his big fat ass in the air with legs spread and presenting to them when he's lay there like this lol

I'm just obsessed with using these two images and happy to bring them out again to provide some visuals fhsngksjgjs

[croutondave]

I've read your addition to your post about the fatphobia and ableism inherent in Wall-E. In the last sentence, you say something like "I could go on about how I'd fix [the film] but this post is getting too long."

If you haven't done so already, could you please post your thoughts about how you, personally, would rewrite Wall-E to get rid of the fatphobia and ableism? And also, do you know of any similar media that gets its messages across in a better way?

(this two month old ask references this three month old post)

thanks for writing in corey. hmm. good questions all around. lemme throw this under a readmore

unfortunately, having fat characters/actors in sci-fi is pretty rare. falls into the (bullshit and lazily written) presumption that characters can't do sick stunts or action shit if they're quote unquote overweight. if anyone can dispute this or has evidence against the contrary id love to hear some suggestions. if not for me for people like me who're looking to get into that type of thing

as for the first part of your question: ive been thinking about this for a while. there's a pretty big difference between what id like to write in order to make a compelling story and what would be easy to portray/fit into a movie-length easily digestible childrens movie, if that makes sense

seeing as wall-e is a movie about life, id like to see the humans on the axiom be given a bigger role. as of now, they're pretty heavily sidelined and reduced to fat jokes (even the captain, who's name is forgettable even if his personality and role isn't). wall-e is a product of its time; one of the first "big things" that had a strong concept of a post-capitalism ecological apocalypse (ironic now from the minds of disneypixar).

something that has definitely been left untouched in mainstream movies of this type is how capitalism and the government fucks over disabled people, and centering a concept around this idea without portraying people who use disability aids as lazy and privileged could be interesting i feel like.

i'm not entirely sure how this could be done, ill admit. im not a film student i do pixel art and reblog other peoples posts. but i'd really like to see someone smarter than me try. wall-e is a movie that's extremely dependent on the cute robots to do the heavy lifting moral-wise, so squeezing in anything apart from that while appealing to the disney audience would be difficult.

what i'd do personally is turn the inside of the axiom into a work of art.

700 years is a long ass time. the nature of humanity is to create. wall-e failed hard in that regard, showing us a snapshot of a miserable looking world where "everyone got dependent on technology to cater to their every need until they couldnt even move for themselves". that sucks balls and i dont agree with it at all LMAO. humans will always have a sense of boredom, a sense of drive. there will always be people who want change, who need something different that their environment can't provide for them. and it'd be up to them and their community to provide that change, not just the robots.

the beginning of wall-e sets up the idea that the affluent plan on leaving earth on spaceships to escape the trash-ridden world. a small scene with an ad showing the sad minimalist inside of one of these ships would be enough to introduce the idea of a boring cruise ship into peoples minds. i really enjoy the idea of contradicting this as soon as he makes it to the axiom: the doors, white and boring on the outside, open up into a brilliantly colorful banner-ridden repurposed hub for creativity. it would still scratch that "this place is so much different/cleaner than what wall-e is used to" itch that they attempted to do through the clean and sad capitalist hellscape they threw us ass backwards into

and to really answer the question you originally asked: i would show how humans on the axiom live. there's plenty of scenes of storybuilding showing how everybody brainlessly lived in these conditions for hundreds of years; i would replace those scenes with showing how people have changed the axiom since it's launch. and instead of relying on how it changed everyone to look like the same unoriginal blob, i'd highlight the differences between everyone. ways of life that would be necessary in order to live in such an environment.

people who have named their own accessibility robots and customized them, people of all different body types. people who need canes, people who prefer the chairs. lifts with space for hoverchairs, benches and rest stops and signs about how to exercise properly without hurting yourself in gyms. people walking with difficulty, people of different ages, people who've identified others as friends and family who can help out with their disabilities. people who are actually human rather than props, you know? if you think that's too much to ask for or unrealistic fuck off, cities are like this every single fucking day. go outside and admire the strangers in your everyday life.

it would still scratch the itch of "everyones mindset has changed" without it being "everyones mindset has changed for the worst". wall-e is about hope, goddamn it, where's the fucking hope for humanity?

there's still innovators, there's still scientists, there's still people with fucking hobbies and honestly it's disrespectful to think that nobody would know about how life used to be on earth. there's still going to be historians, there's going to be people who want to help those around them, theres going to be people who want better for themselves and others. 700 years is an insane amount of time. god damn.

ok tldr cause i went off again: the way id rewrite wall-e to combat the rampant fatphobia and ableism is not by removing the reliance on mobility aids and fat body types, but by normalizing and highlighting the everyday use of mobility aids and showing the different lifestyles different people partake in day-to-day. basically doing the opposite that wall-e did for us. i know for a fact that there is absolutely no way that every human in a ship of a few thousand would all have the exact same mindset, all id do is highlight these differences and show how things have changed for the better since the capitalists who made their prison died out. yknow

it mightve been too much to ask for in 2008 and itd probably be labelled by way too woke for people with no brains but that's what i've got

thats it thanks

[imperiuswrecked]

The best thing about Tenoch's casting is the salty dudebros. A while ago I searched his name on youtube to see if there were any new interviews and the first thing that came up was a video called "NAMOR CASTING WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE?!?!? IS THIS BRIE LARSON 2.0?!?!" (This was before the trailer release,so everyone knows they're not complaining about his acting) with the typical incel-y thumbnails they like so much. They also cry in comment sections "WAAAH NOT MUSCULAR ENOUGH HAS HE EVEN BEEN TO A GYM?!?! 😣😨😠" I KNEW his presence would piss off incel dudes (and a lot of yt women). He also recently shared that Idris Elba meme from The Office but the caption said "I'm aware of the effect I have on Whitexicans" 💀 I hope my dude gets to stick around,play a big role,get that disney cash and keep drinking incel tears.

Back when it was first RUMORED like not even confirmed, only rumored that Tenoch was going to play Namor, I watched in real-time the whole commotion and within hours there was already an uproar against the actor, we had people calling him too "ugly, short, fat, dark skinned" to play Namor, we had people calling him a racist, we had everyone against him and now I am LIVING for people choking on their tears.

The racist allegations? People who didn't understand Spanish taking his words and sarcasm out of context and trying to smear his name. Yet even after the first trailer was out we had people still call him unfit to lay Namor, even a comic artist (Deodato) who once drew Namor decided to show his ass online and claim he was in better shape :/

I've been a Namor fan since 2014 and trust me when I say that no one, NO ONE, except a very small group of comic fans, even cared about Namor. So every single new "Namor Expert" with something bad to say about Tenoch are only worth the effort I exert to press that block button.

I've always pushed for a Actor of Color to play Namor, and I used to get so many comic dudebros angry at me and arguing with me and claim that "Namor is White" (No. He isn't.) and now I get to sit back and watch as an amazing actor will forever be immortalized as Live Action Namor while they suffer.

I'm wishing Tenoch, Mabel, and the rest of the cast all the fame and fortune they deserve! 🔱

[talesofbirbal]

The Taming of the Bear

"Get out there, big boy," rasped 24 year old Jake in his sexy, American accent, slapping Keith's mountainous butt cheeks with a loud thwack, then cheekily thrusting his finger deep into his hole, before playfully shoving the hairy behemoth onto set, bare ass naked, to perform his next scene, cock springing spontaneously into erection, all glorious 13 inches of it.

There was a pause as Bobby, the scrawny director of Sunny Hill Adult Studios and boyfriend of Keith, his prime performer, the four twinky porn actors, the cameramen and other assembled onlookers gawped in amazement at Jake's cockiness, expecting Bobby to tear into him any moment. 

But there was nothing. Only silence. Jake, the studio's dazzling new star, smirking smugly to himself, taking in every inch of Keith's tall, middle-aged, muscular-but-going-to-seed, furry ball-gutted body.

"Cut," barked Bobby. "Erection is too soon, start again as soon as we can,"

Keith blushed and looked shyly at Bobby, who bore a huffy scowl on his face.

*

In order to appreciate how the scene described above came about, it is necessary to go back four months, to when Jake was still in America, before he came to the UK to join Sunny Hill Adult Studios. Jake's small living room, one quiet evening, when he was entertaining Scott, his best friend, one-time boyfriend and fellow performer in the adult entertainment industry.

"Do you remember that Keith Starr guy I talked about?" asked Jake.

Scott burst into giggles. "Yeah, I remember, that fat old dude you're so crazy about!"

"Well, something interesting has come up," cut in Scott. "Bobby Woodward, the director of Sunny Hill, has offered me a shitload - and I mean an absolute shitload - of money to go to the UK and produce material with them."

Scott's mouth gaped. He knew Sunny Hill paid big, but he also knew why as well.

"I know you worked for them at one time," Jake continued. "I was hoping you could give me the low-down, share some gossip, y'know."

Scott put on his serious face.

"It's not like that, is it?" asked Jake, concerned.

"That place, Keith Starr and Bobby Woodward, especially Bobby Woodward really - they've got a certain notoriety."

"Maybe I like me some notoriety," crooned Jake, perking up.

"Not this, you wouldn't," said Scott. "They're... well to be fair they're not gropey or rapey, never seen or heard anything like that..."

"Can't be so bad then," said Jake. "You know what some of the people in the industry in the US are like..."

"But they are...rough."

"Rough?"

"Bobby gets off on seeing Keith fuck guys less than half his age and size senseless, brutally, blood gushing out of their anuses sort-of-stuff... I've seen it, and it's horrible. Keith's the 100 percent alpha male, never kisses a guy, never sucks a guy, never bottoms - all he does, literally ever, is fuck asses and faces. Now, I'm not saying those lads don't know what they're getting themselves into, but at the same time, having seen it, having it done to me once in fact...it's just not right. They know they have to perform or Bobby, who is the biggest asshole I've ever known, will chuck them out. So it's pressure, you see?"

"I heard Bobby is a skinny runty little bastard, and I got that impression on the phone as well. But they're not doing anything wrong or illegal are they?"

"Well, not illegal, but it's... it's carnage. You're a piece of meat there."

"What's Keith like?"

Scott pulled a disgusted face.

"Well?"

"I find the man repulsive, the way he behaves both on set and around the studio."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not natural, his libido. It's legendary. He can literally provide an erection on command. Whenever there's a fucking scene, and the guy is losing it, is not able to perform...Bobby just calls out to Keith to finish off the shoot, just to literally provide the shot of the big cock fucking some poor guy's face or ass."

"Wow. He never can't hold an erection? Never?"

"Never, ever. God knows how. That man has been in porn since he was 20, and he's what, 51 now?" said Scott, who did a quick Google search on his mobile phone and confirmed. "Yup, 51 years old now and still going."

"You've got to admire that," said Jake, leaning back, fantasising about the big hairy bear daddy he wanked over so much.

"What I can't understand is why he's still in the business and so popular, a star performer. I mean, have you actually seen what he looks like?"

Jake smiled lasciviously. "6 foot 4 inches and 290 pounds of daddy meat," he announced in a thrilled whisper.

"I mean, he's fat, he's old, he's covered in all that hair, and I'm sorry, he's disgusting, just disgusting."

Scott laughed.

"When I was over there, I saw the amount he eats, and the way he eats, and it's just untrue. That man, I swear, as he gets older, his appetite for food and his appetite for sex are getting bigger and bigger and bigger. That's what they all told me there, people who'd known him years. And I saw it. You know how I told you about how they bring him on set just to do the cock shots when one of the other guys is flagging? Seriously, I've seen him on the set, fucking a guy whilst he's shoveling a hoagie or a kebab down his face, getting it all over his beard and chest hair. The camera won't show that, because it's only focusing lower down, but that's what's happening."

Scott burst into laughter.

"That man is a pig, he's fucking gruesome! I can't understand how you're sitting there, thinking it's all so funny. Can you imagine actually having to work around all of this?"

"Well, he's a success," said Jake, recovering from his laughter. "You can't doubt that, everyone knows him."

"I refuse to call him a success," said Scott, "but he is... a phenomenon, yes, he is that. I don't know why. There is the bear niche, the chub niche, the daddy niche, whatever we call all of that, but Keith Starr's audience is way beyond that."

"What do you reckon?"

"Honestly? Having this guy in the films makes the losers who pay the subscriptions think that if a hideous fat, hairy, over-sexed middle-aged ogre like Keith Starr can get to fuck all these sexy twinks, then maybe they stand a chance too."

"You really think that's all there is to it, man?" Jake asked.

"I don't pretend to know what it is and frankly I don't want to know, I don't want to get into the mindset of a person who gets off to Keith Starr," he said, jabbing his finger at Jake, causing Jake to explode with laughter again, "but that's my best guess."

After his guffawing had stopped, Jake became serious. "I've accepted the offer to work at Sunny Hill."

"You what?"

"Last night. Bobby Woodward practically begged me. He knows I'm the next big thing, and he needs to get me before someone else does. He offered me anything I want."

"You're making a mistake, Jake. I've been there. You'll hate it."

"In fact," said Jake coolly, twirling his finger round and round. "I obtained a special understanding from Bobby, before I agreed to come."

"What?"

"Full creative control over scenes I am in," he whispered, "and Keith Starr has to be at my entire command, to serve me in any way I demand."

*

"Before we start again, run us through just one more time what you want, Jake," said Bobby, while Keith poured a bottle of water over his gargantuan cock, trying to calm his erection.

"Very straightforward, should be easy enough for everyone," Jake cheerily replied. "All I want is for Keith to do what I saw him do yesterday, and what I hear he does all the time here. Pound four guys, one after the other, while eating that chicken cheesesteak hoagie," he said. "Which I see he's already starting on," he added with a grin, noticing Keith with the hoagie almost touching his mouth, and everybody laughed.

"Don't eat it all yet, that's got to last you the full scene," barked Bobby, and there was more laughter.

"The only difference," continued Jake, "is this time I want the camera to focus on the fucking and the eating, not just the fucking like you guys usually do."

The cameraman gave Jake a thumbs up of acknowledgement. Jake then gave Keith his sweetest smile, which to Keith's embarrassment, sent his cock shooting upwards again.

"Oh for Chris-sake!" complained Bobby, clearly in a bad mood, as usual.

"It's okay," said Jake, placatingly, he's fine as he is, let's go."

"Well, it's your scene," grumbled Bobby, remembering he had agreed to give Jake creative control over some of his scenes and some of Keith's too. He was not keen on starting like this, as he feared his viewers would be disappointed if they missed the sight of Keith's member evolving from limp to fully erect, but if this was how Jake wanted things, so be it.

The scene played out perfectly, just as Jake had hoped. Keith fucked four different twinks while eating his chicken cheesesteak hoagie, and after that going through several pizzas slices and chocolate cupcakes which Jake thoughtfully provided, before blowing his load in glory into the fourth twink's ass. Jake stood mesmerised throughout the whole scene, which lasted longer than an hour, amazed by how huge Keith was, how horny he was, how long he could last, how much food he could cram into his gut, and most of all, by his round, bloated, utterly stuffed belly, which he could not resist stroking with his fingers when Keith lumbered off stage.

"Want me to do you next?" Keith shyly asked Jake, not used to having his belly touched like that, but longing to get his hands on Jake, who he felt hotter for than any other performer he could remember.

Jake planted his lips softly on Keith's, and plucked some pizza out of his beard. "Come to mine at 7pm," he said in a quiet voice. "I'm going to be giving you your orders." 

Keith felt a tremor of electricity going right through him. He had never been spoken to like that before. Jake, he knew already, was something else, something outside all of his experience. And he felt so excited, he could hardly wait for 7pm to arrive.

*

Jake answered the door wearing just his shorts, his sensual, athletic body glimmering in the sunlight. Keith was in tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt which was huge, but getting small for his gut, his belly straining at the fabric and threatening to peek out at the bottom any moment, manboobs bulging out too, and his bellyhole marking out a big round indent as well.

"I've been so looking forward to you coming," said Jake, tapping Keith's navel, taking him softly by the hand and leading him inside. Jake noticed, as he led Keith inside and saw him take his seat, how shy, almost embarrassed he was, very different to how he was on set, where he seemed a quiet but unmistakably forceful presence.

"I'm going to ask you something," said Jake sweetly. "And I know you and Bobby agreed I could ask anything of you and all that, but I want you to know you're allowed to say no to this, it will be okay, I won't cut out of the deal or anything, if it makes you uncomfortable, because it's a bit weird..."

"Ask away," said Keith, managing a goofy smile, sitting awkwardly. This guy is so unimaginably adorable, thought Jake. I don't think he can have been on a date or a real social meeting or anything in forever. Such a big, gorgeous guy, but so unsure of himself, God I'm finding him so sexy.

"I'd find it really, really sexy, and I think also extremely interesting from an artistic point of view, if you could get a bit fatter for me," said Jake, allowing himself to blush a little.

Keith suddenly laughed, and his face and body relaxed. "Do you know, I was terrified you were going to ask me to lose weight? Bobby has been on to me about that for ages, especially since we learned you were coming, he told me it was sure to be the first thing you'd insist on."

"Really?" said Jake, amused by the irony. But I suppose that's not so surprising, he thought on reflection.

"He never shuts up about it, always telling me it will be the end of my career," said Keith.

"I want to tell you something, Keith," said Jake. "I've had the biggest crush on you for the longest time, especially since you've gained this weight. I've never jacked off about anyone as much as I do you."

"You're joking, right?"

"You're the only one I want."

"I thought you and Xander had a thing going," Keith said, referring to one of the other performers who Jake had done a scene with on set.

"Xander has a crush on me, although I think he also wants to ingratiate himself with me to get more scenes with me, to advance his career," said Jake. "But he does nothing for me, not like you do. I'm only doing some scenes with Xander and a few others to keep Bobby happy, to give him the material he wants. The thing I really want, though, Keith, is you, it's always been you. Remember the understanding I got before I even agreed to come here: it's not Xander I want to be all mine, it's you."

Jake leaned across Keith's big belly and started to kiss him, but as his tongue went in, Keith started to look a bit uncomfortable, so Jake softly backed off.

"So what's your weight now?" Jake asked. "The website said 290 pounds."

"Umm, it might be more than that now..."

"Oh really?," said Jake with a smile. "Mind if I weigh you?"

"So long as you don't tell Bobby the reading."

"Oh, that man has no taste at all!"

Jake scurried off to fetch the scales from the bathroom, then returned with them and placed them on the floor. Keith stepped up to stand on them, but Jake held out his hand.

"Naked please," said Jake. "Just so we're, uh, being absolutely professional and consistent with our weigh-ins."

An awkward expression formed briefly on Keith's face, but he obliged, and started to undress. This poor guy, he is so shy doing this, thought Jake. But why is he so unselfconscious on set, but embarrassed here? Is it that the set is his natural habit, where he can function naked all the time, but elsewhere is different? Is it that I've spooked him by telling him I adore his body and want him fatter...?

"303 pounds," announced Jake, reading the scale. "Very good. Very good indeed. Seems like you started on your mission before I even got here."

"My weight seems to be going up all the time anyway," said Keith. "I don't think gaining more will be any effort."

Jake stood back, taking in all of Keith's bare naked body, wishing he could devour every inch of him there and then.

"Oh man, Keith, you are so beautiful," said Jake, adding in a quieter voice "it was worth coming here just for you, not for the money or career or anything else, just for you," and he approached Keith, hugging him, holding him. Keith relaxed, his face melted, and he wrapped his thick arms around Jake, his paws stroking up and down Jake's sides.

A few tears rolled down Keith's eyes.

"Hey, big guy," said Jake, holding Keith tighter and stroking his beard. "Tell me what's up? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Nobody's ever liked me before until this. Not for the longest time anyway."

"Oh, come on, I can't believe that," comforted Jake.

"All the performers make comments about me, behind my back and sometimes right in front of me. They all find me gross, I know it. They hate doing anything with me."

Jake thought back guiltily to the conversation he had with Scott before he flew over. Scott had found him gross, and yes, Jake admitted to himself, I found it funny, found it a turn on even, to think about how awful Scott and all the others found their experiences around Keith. Yet this was, this is, a real human being, with feelings, this real guy in my arms, crying right in front of me.

"Keith," said Jake, "I've never met anyone as amazing, as gorgeous as you are."

"Really?"

Jake gestured with his eyes towards the raging hard-on bulging in his shorts, and Keith smiled.

"I know we adult entertainers have to get hard dicks all the time, but this is real, Keith, this is really for you," Jake said. "And this - and all those folks who pay subscriptions for your films - proves you're not gross, you're a sexy, sexy, sexy man."

"I don't feel it."

"Why not?"

"Bobby never touches me any more, never wants me to touch him. There's been nothing there for a long, long time. I'm just one of his performers now, not something special, like what I thought I was before...Now I think about it, though, I don't think I was special to him even then."

Everybody knows Bobby is one of the biggest bastards in the industry, thought Jake. Hasn't anyone told Keith that?

"He goes with other guys instead," said Keith. "Like Xander... I think that's how he got those scenes with you."

"You know Xander can't do for me what you do for me."

"But Xander and the others know stuff, can do stuff I don't know how to do."

"How do you mean?"

"The way I've always been with Bobby... I have to act like I'm a straight guy having gay sex basically, and that was always both on set, and in my private life too. I've never been allowed to properly kiss a guy, with tongues, you know. Or do other stuff, like suck a guy, or be the bottom. All I'm allowed to do is fuck. I'm a fuck monster basically, that's what he calls me, his fuck monster."

Jake took some moments to take all of this in. This was strange, twisted, he thought. Before I came here I would never have believed Keith could be so vulnerable, or so absolutely under the thumb of another guy, but he is, he really is.

"That's okay, Keith," said Jake. "You don't have to do any of those things to make me happy."

An expression formed on Keith's face. Was it disappointment or confusion, wondered Jake.

"But I would love, I mean really love, to teach you," Jake added.

Keith broke into a smile, and for the rest of the evening, he and Jake were snuggled up on the sofa, Jake teaching Keith how to kiss, and the two of them touching each other all over their bodies. Then, later on, Jake plied Keith with beers, and ordered four extra large pizzas, cajoling Keith to guzzle up slice after slice with belly rubs and cock play, until they both crashed out together in bed, Jake's head resting on Keith's stuffed, gluttonous belly. It was the happiest night either of them could remember. 

*

Back on set, Keith sat sprawled naked across a giant bean bag, stuffing his face with a kebab, and periodically partaking of the scrumptious bacon rolls Jake had lovingly made for him, assembled on a plate resting on a small coffee table within easy reach. As he munched away, four twinks devoted themselves to his pleasure, one each sucking on each tit, and the others licking and sucking his hefty balls and inner thighs. Jake smiled, enjoying the fantasy he was seeing enacted on set, whilst Bobby looked askance at the cameraman, silently communicating how awful he thought this whole scene was. Bobby was not used to not being able to call the shots, and he did not like one moment of it. "This will never sell," he muttered quietly to Xander, the performer he got on best with at the moment. Xander though, he knew, was not the star here, at least not yet. The stars, Bobby well knew, were that ageing lardball he pretended to call a boyfriend, and Jake.

After some while, with Keith dripping with sweat and belly and cock swelling obscenely, Jake dove in between Keith's legs and took the honours for himself, worshipping Keith's great round gut with his fingers, lips and tongue, licking out his deep bellyhole, then taking his big cock expertly into his mouth, swallowing the full length deep into his throat, driving Keith into a wailing frenzy which took Bobby and the other staff aback. Keith was not meant to make much noise; that was against his established image. He was meant to be a few masculine grunts and that was it, not howling like a whore like most of the other performers did. When will this all be over, thought Bobby to himself.

*

"Jump on the scales for me, big boy," said Jake, leading Keith by the hand to his weighing scales.

"335," reported Keith. He did not feel the least self-conscious or awkward being naked at Jake's place now. He knew how much Jake adored him, and it just felt so natural.

Jake's hands wandered all over Keith's big belly, feeling up every curve and bulge, squeezing every newly-forming lovehandle. Keith squeezed Jake close to him, and Jake melted, then thrust his tongue deeply and passionately into Keith's mouth, unable to get enough.

"You know I find you so damned handsome," Jake said when he finally came out for air. "Your body drives me wild, you know that, but I am crazy for your face, you are the most handsome guy I ever met," he said, running his fingers around Keith's chubby jowls and stroking his sexy black-flecked-with-grey beard.

Keith had never felt so physically, sexually wanted, needed before. Sure, he'd done porn shot after porn shot, all through his adult life, but never anything so real, so passionate, emotional as this. "Tell me what I can do to make you feel good," Keith pleaded. "Nothing, nothing turns me on more than seeing you excited over me."

"You know you're not ugly, don't you," continued Jake. "I don't want you to ever think you are ugly again, no matter what those jerks on set say. You are the most gorgeous man in the world."

Keith raised his eyebrows.

"Say you are the most beautiful man in the world," pressed Jake.

"I don't know about that," said Keith, "but I know I am the most beautiful man in the world to you, and that makes me the happiest man in the world, and that's very happy."

That was all the excuse Jake needed to guide the big man to his bedroom and throw himself on top of him on the bed, making out with him passionately.

"Your face is so goddamned sexy," Jake hissed, "I really want to fuck it, if that would be okay?"

Keith nodded obligingly. He had always been unsure about sucking dick, but had been fantasising about doing this with Jake for some while now, and this, his first such experience, did not disappoint for either of them.

"You have no idea how cute you look right now," said Jake, snapping a photo of Keith's hairy cum-splattered face with his mobile phone. 

"You've gotta show that to Bobby. He'll never believe it, he'd be so shocked!"

*

For their next session on set, Jake took his fantasies one step further, directing that Keith get down on his knees and eat and lick four donuts off his long, thick, hard cock.

"I won't say I'm keen," protested Bobby. "This goes against Keith's image, which we've built up for three decades. He doesn't give oral, he only receives."

Jake flashed Bobby the photo on his mobile phone, and Bobby grimaced. "Been having fun, you two, eh?"

"Well, we did agree," said Keith, reminding Bobby of the understanding they reached when Jake came to work for the studio.

"I'll do some more scenes with Xander, if that makes you feel better about this," offered Jake, remembering how eager Bobby was to pair him and Xander together. Xander's face could not conceal his delight.

Bobby nodded. Keith can't have long left for his career anyway, he thought.

"Good, then," said Jake, walking onto set, stroking his big dick until it was at full mast, then skewering the four donuts onto it, one after the other. Bobby's eyes rolled upwards, and Jake winked at Keith, who clambered onto the set too, and got down to business. As Keith tenderly consumed the donuts, Jake gazed into the screen, enjoying the perfect angle of seeing Keith on all fours, belly hanging down, huge round ass taking up a quarter of the image. I want that so badly, thought Jake, thrusting his dick deeper into Keith's mouth, delicious thoughts going through his mind about how much it would turn him on to introduce his sexy big boy to the exquisite delights of bottoming. You have no idea how hard and how many times I am going to fuck you, big boy, he thought, plowing more donut and dick into Keith's mouth, and you have no idea how much you are going to beg me for more and more.

*

"I saw the way you were looking at my ass in the screen," said Keith.

"You never?" said Jake.

"From one of the mirrors at the other side of the set. C'mon, I know you want to fuck me so bad, don't you."

Jake's face beamed.

"We can try, if you want..."

"I want to so much, but first I have some games to play and toys to play with..."

With that, Jake took Keith by the hand and led him gracefully but assertively to the bedroom, then lowered Keith's pants, produced a chastity device as if from nowhere and clamped it onto Keith's big dick.

"You know what this is?"

"What the fuck?"

"You not seen one of these before?"

Keith lifted up his dick and tried to examine the device, but could not get a proper look because his great fat belly was in the way.

"Come here," said Jake, grinning, leading Keith by the hand towards his wardrobe mirror.

"I've not seen anything like this before. What is it?"

For someone who had worked in the porn industry for over 30 years, Keith was remarkably innocent, Jake thought. He was not surprised, though, because he had already seen a lot of what Keith was like in this respect.

"I'm gonna be keeping you all horned up, not able to wank, not able to get hard," whispered Jake. "I'm gonna make you so desperate."

Keith, blessed with an unusually high sex drive and used to frequent hard-ons and orgasms, trembled at the prospect of being locked up like this. It was so cruel, so frustrating. But also, he had to admit, so fucking hot. Yes, he was being locked up, but he was being locked up by and for Jake, and there could be nothing more tantalising than that.

"Good job we've got no filming for a week," said Keith.

"I have some other toys to play with," said Jake, producing a small dildo.

For the next six days, Jake teased and taunted Keith mercilessly about his predicament, doing sexy dances and stripteases for him to make his blood hot, but never releasing him from the device. He continued to ply Keith with beer and food as well, finding, to his delight, that the lack of access to sexual arousal increased Keith's appetite tenfold. Most excitingly for Keith, though, Jake introduced him to dildos, small ones at first, then slightly bigger ones, then ones that were even bigger. He had never experienced anything like this before, this pleasure in his anus, more intense than anything he could have imagined. It was unbelievable, he thought, that at the age of 51, he was discovering and re-learning sex in such a thrilling new way.

"I'm gonna give you some real dick now," hissed Jake on the seventh day, putting aside the dildo, dropping his pants, and finally giving Keith what he had been begging for all week.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" squealed Keith, on all fours, thrusting his fat ass as hard as he could into Jake's crotch, as Jake entered him for the first time.

"Take my dick, baby, it's all yours, big boy," said Jake, unlocking the chastity device and pounding him as vigorously as he could. Keith's pent-up, newly-unleashed cock became engorged in moments to massive proportions, bigger than Jake had ever seen it before, gyrating back and forth and side to side, along with his obese gargantuan jiggling belly and tits and humongous fat round ass as Jake gave him the time of his life. Neither of them could last long, both blowing their loads and collapsing in a heap together, Jake on top of Keith, both panting and sweating. It was not the longest fuck, but both would agree, years later, that it was the best either could remember.

*

"Run me through the plan for this scene," said Bobby.

"Kinky policeman and the shoplifter," said Jake, looking dashing in the police uniform he was dressed up in.

"Ah yes, interesting..." said Bobby, exchanging a cynical glance with Xander, who was stood nearby, getting frustrated at being kept hanging around so long and wondering when he would get another scene with Jake.

"Up you get, big man," teased Jake, handcuffing Keith and slapping his ample ass, gesturing for him to come onto the set. The scene began.

"Stand straight, stop slouching fatboy," snapped Jake from behind his desk, looking every inch the handsome, authoritative, son-of-a-bitch policeman.

Keith, dressed in shorts and a vest that was way too small, shuffled nervously and stood straight.

"You are here in my office because you were caught stealing chocolate eclairs from Mrs Greaves' shop in town. What have you to say for yourself?"

"I am sorry, sir, I was hungry and didn't have any money."

"You were hungry? You are pleading hunger as your excuse, your motive, for this gratuitous act of theft?"

"I know it is not an excuse sir," mumbled Keith, staring at the floor.

Jake got up and started prodding and poking Keith in the belly.

"Do you consider yourself underfed, boy?"

"No sir."

"Then what is this you are telling me about hungry?"

"I don't know, sir, I wanted something to eat."

"I wanted something to eat," taunted Jake, mimicking Keith's voice. "Well I would say you've done more than your share of eating, wouldn't you?" he roared, grabbing hold of a mound of Keith's belly flab and squeezing hard. Keith yelped.

"Yes, sir," said Keith, terrified.

"Do you have any children or family who are starving?"

"No sir."

"Well," continued Jake, considering. "If you had a starving family back home, I might have gone soft on you, though even then I'd have suggested you stop chowing so much and give everyone else a chance to eat," he said, punching Keith softly in the gut. "But as it is...nah, man, I think I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." Keith lifted his nightstick from its sheath.

"Please sir, not that, not that sir..."

"Please sir, not that, not that sir..." taunted Jake, mimicking Keith's voice again. "Well, if we're not gonna do that, we could do another way..."

"Anything sir."

"Do you wanna see what I do to greedy fatboys who steal donuts from law-abiding business people trying to make a decent honest living?" snarled Jake, walking behind Keith.

Keith trembled, and Jake took in every moment of his fat ass, thicc thighs and legs going wobbly.

"Let me show you, fatboy," barked Jake, and pulled down Keith's shorts, thrust him forward chest down onto his desk and proceeded to fuck him.

"Eat those donuts, fatboy."

Keith grasped one of the donuts he had stolen, sitting in a cardboard box on the desk, and started to eat it.

"Faster, fatboy," snapped Jake, smacking Keith's rear as hard as he could.

"Owwwww!"

"Faster!"

Keith consumed donut after donut, his chest facing down over the desk, his legs splayed open wide, the merciless, horny, kinky policeman taking his pleasure from behind. On and on, this scene continued, until Jake blew his load. But he wasn't going to wait for Keith to cum too. 

"Johnson," barked Keith, pulling up his trousers.

One of the twink performers, also dressed as a police officer, came in the door.

"Lock this fat fuck up in the cell," said Jake, manhandling Keith, with impressive strength, up off the desk and into the arms of the other officer, who led Keith away, panting and sweating profusely, dick still straining and engorging like crazy.

*

"It's that time again, sexy boy," said Jake, pulling out the scales. Keith hopped on, bare ass naked as usual.

Jake whistled. "378," he announced. "Fuck you're getting so fucking big," he added, and crept up behind Keith, running his hands all over his big round furry body. "You are one big fat sexy daddy bear."

Jake and Keith's sexual relationship had been getting more and more intense and kinky and imaginative, both on and off the set. Their personal relationship had deepened too, and Keith had come to trust and be relaxed with Jake a lot more, but there were still some things, some areas, where it was difficult for Jake to get much out of Keith. One of these was about the exact relationship between Bobby and Keith and the financial aspects involved. So far as Jake could see, they called each other boyfriends, but the relationship was in name only, and Bobby clearly did not care a fig about Keith, was never interested if he had a problem or was feeling unwell or whatever. Plus, to Jake's amazement, despite the fact Keith never went out and had no spending extravagances other than food, and was bringing in shedloads of money for the studio, Keith showed no obvious signs of wealth. To the contrary, Jake got the impression Keith was hard up, as he always made excuses not to go out with Jake, saying he had no money and refusing Jake's offers to pay for him.

"This has been really bugging me, and I know it's personal, and it's sensitive..." Jake said, "but please, you've got to tell me, what does Bobby actually give you for all the work you do for him? What's your contract?"

"He lets me stay at his place," said Keith. That is true enough, thought Jake, yes, Bobby gives Keith a room, but that can't be worth so much in financial terms. With the career he has had, Keith ought to have a nice big house of his own by now.

"What does he pay you, though?"

"I don't like talking about it."

On and on the discussion went on, Jake pressing, Keith resisting, until finally, with great patience, Jake succeeded in getting Keith to tell him the actual details. And boy, did it make Jake angry. Keith was being taken to the cleaners by Bobby, seriously exploited, not just recently but for more than three decades. I should be really shocked right now, thought Jake, but he was not, because he had long sensed something was odd between Keith and Bobby.

"You realise, if you told this to anyone else in the industry, or anyone else anywhere, they would tell you Bobby is screwing you?"

"I don't know, it's just how it's always been."

Keith is so simple, thought Jake. But I knew this already, why am I surprised? I've got to help him get him out of this. 

"Keith, I want to take you away from all of this. After we've finished the current round of filming, the stuff we've both agreed we'll do, I want us to go somewhere else, just you and me."

"But I've never been anywhere, done anything else..."

"We can do it, Keith, you and me."

*

The final day of Keith and Jake's shooting came. They knew this, of course; Bobby did not know, expecting them to sign up to a renewal of their contracts.

"So one scene for you, and one for me, we're agreed?" Bobby asked Jake. He was impatient with having to give so much filming over to Jake, for all this stuff he did not feel was commercial enough, some of which undermined Keith's long-established industry image.

"Agreed," said Jake. "And I want to do a face-sitting scene. These are becoming more popular, y'know, they're not such a niche thing anymore, this is in everybody's fantasies today."

Oh Christ, thought Bobby, not more of this nonsense...

"Where is Adrian," asked Jake. Adrian was nowhere to be seen. Adrian had been lined up for a face-sitting scene with Keith, but by surreptitious arrangement with Jake, had agreed to go AWOL.

"He's not here," grumbled Bobby. "Look, we've limited time and I want to get around to the scene I want to do. Can't you do this scene in Adrian's place?"

Jake scratched his chin. "Hmmm... I would...but do you know what? I don't think I'm right for this. It's not that I'm unwilling to do it or anything, it's just I don't have the vibes for this particular thing, y'know...?"

"So what do we do then?"

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I actually think you would be perfect for this, absolutely perfect. You've got this thing that I don't have...and that I don't think Xander has either, all due respect to him..."

Xander breathed a sigh of relief at avoiding getting conscripted into having Keith's fat ass sat on his face.

"I suppose I can do it," said Bobby, flattered by Jake's honeyed words and eager to rush through the shooting.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Jake had spent the whole day up to now wheedling Keith into eating like an elephant and consuming gallons of beer and fizzy drink.

Bobby rarely took part in shoots himself these days, but he did occasionally, and he now got up to play his role, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, laid out on the floor. Then Keith strolled onto the set, fully naked, and plonked his behind over Bobby's face, as gently as he could, trying not to crush him too much.

"Relax more, Keith," said Jake. "You've gotta relax more if we're to make this work, don't worry, your ass is in the exact right position over his face, he can support you..."

Keith relaxed more, and Bobby felt the excruciating pain and indignity of his face being crushed deeper into Keith's ass.

"Drink some cola, Keith," ordered Jake, and Keith began drinking the cola, as the camera started to roll.

Before long, Keith felt the bubbles beginning to rise up in his stomach. Oh fuck, he thought, holding in his fart as much as he could.

"Keep drinking that cola, Keith," Jake instructed, knowing exactly what he was doing. "And relax, come on, don't worry, be relaxed, we're all professionals here, doesn't matter if you've got a little wind or whatever." Bobby grimaced, under the weight of Keith's ass, unable to move or say anything.

Keith finished off the rest of the cola, and at Jake's instruction, someone handed him another one. I can't hold this in much longer, thought Keith.

A rippling went through Keith's insides. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he thought.

"Don't look pained, just relax, smile," Jake coaxed Keith.

And then it happened, and it was reverberatingly loud, lasting a good 10 seconds.

Then a pause.

Then another one, much louder, but shorter.

Jake smiled at Keith, gesturing to him to be calm, to let it all out.

Then another one, quieter, but lasting much longer, maybe a good 30 seconds.

"Excellent, boys," whispered Jake, "just a little more to go."

Keith felt an urgent rumbling of pressure in his stomach, his anus twitching and clenching like crazy, trying to hold it in...

A mumbling emerged from Keith's ass, but this time it was not Keith, it was Bobby, his arms now starting to flail, signalling his desperation to escape.

"And just hold a bit longer, we're almost there..." said Jake.

Keith could hold in no more, his insides deflated, and a massive, thunderous fart thundered and gurgled around the studio, sounding more loathsome than the most nauseous of toilet noises, causing even the cameraman - no stranger to most things - to contort his face in repugnance.

Xander, loyal to his master, rushed onto the set, grabbed Keith's hands and helped drag him up, relieving the pressure on Bobby.

"Are you okay, Bobby?" asked Xander, holding Bobby by his queasy-looking face.

"Water," mumbled Bobby.

Xander went off to fetch water, but by the time he had returned, Bobby had staggered to his feet, and everybody but Bobby noticed one thing: a tiny brown smear above the left side of Bobby's right nostril.

*

Several hours later, Bobby called the whole team back to the set, to film his last scene for the current series.

"This should be very straightforward, we've done it so many times before," Bobby said. "I want one more scene using the winning formula, that thing we know the fans pay to see again and again and again - Keith the fuck monster."

They all knew what that meant. Keith ferociously, pulverisingly fucking guy after guy.

"Xander, you're first, then Brian, then Joe, then Kieran, then Jake for the final cumshot."

Xander and Keith both got up onto the set, but they all saw something was wrong, something unusual that had never happened before. Keith's dick was limp. Normally, the problem was sometimes the other way round, with Keith being too hard before he got on set, but this was something different.

"Cut," growled Bobby. "Xander, give him some prep."

Xander played around with Keith's member, trying to arouse it, but nothing would happen. Then Jake stepped in, started sucking on Keith's nipples, one after the other, then started to kiss him. Hey presto, Keith was on form again

"Rolling," ordered Bobby, and Xander kneeled into position, but within a short amount of time, Keith was floppy again.

"Okay, we'll try again in 15 minutes," announced Bobby.

When they started the next time, Bobby told Keith and Kieran to start things off, but although Keith had his erection at the beginning, it quickly faded.

"I'm sorry," said Keith, "I don't think I can do these kind of scenes anymore. They don't mean anything to me, they don't do anything for me, at all, not now."

"Keith," scolded Bobby, growing impatient, "you're a professional, you've got to perform, it's your job."

"Maybe I could do it if we changed the script, some kissing and hugging for instance, and me getting to please the other guy as well."

Bobby frowned. "That's not how this works, Keith. You know your image, what the fans love you for. All that gay stuff is fine for the others but not for you."

"Then I can't do it."

"Don't say that, Keith. Look, this happens to every performer some day, not being able to get it up. It's a nuisance, but so what? Look, give it an hour, then we'll try again, and if it still doesn't work, we try again tomorrow."

"No," said Keith, discovering a strength of resolution he did not realise he had. "I'm not doing that sort of scene again, the senseless, aggressive fucking, with no love or gentleness in it, the guys walking off set in pain all the time. That's not who I am any more."

"Keith you're over-reacting."

"No I'm not, this is about me and who I am and what I'm willing to do and not willing to do."

Bobby finally lost his temper. "For fuck's sake, Keith!"

"I don't know what else to say to you."

"Well I know what to say to you: you're fired! And evicted too. You've got 24 hours to clear your stuff out of my house."

With that, Bobby stormed off, and everybody looked at Jake, practically the unofficial deputy director, wondering what he would say.

"Let's do a scene just me and Keith," Jake said.

Keith was initially not keen on this proposal, feeling in a sour mood, but he could not resist Jake, and Jake's powers of persuasion were strong.

"Just lay back," he whispered to Keith, straddling him, fondling his big dick, expertly guiding it into his ass, lowering and raising himself, clenching and unclenching, in a slow rhythm, then faster, fingers encircling Keith's enormous belly, then leaning forward as far as he could, kissing Keith passionately with his mouth whilst fucking his cock with his ass, completely in control, loving every moment of it, seeing his lover's great belly heaving up and down, perspiration leaking from his skin, breath panting from his mouth, until, with exquisite skill, he brought both himself and Keith to climax, and they collapsed in a heap. Everybody was impressed. Even Xander congratulated them both afterwards, saying he was sure Bobby would recover his cool once he saw how hot the footage they filmed was.

But Jake did not want to hang around to listen to all the gushing praise which everyone wanted to shower on him; now, this business all done, he wanted to be with Keith alone. Jake sensed this moment had been coming for some while, and he wished it had happened earlier, but he knew he could not rush it, that this was something Keith needed to work through himself, in his own time and his own way.

"Keith, I know this is hard for you, but this had to happen. That guy has taken advantage of you so much, financially, emotionally, everything. But it's okay now. It's you and me together, you and me against the world. From now on, we do things our own way, me and you."

And with that, Jake started the car and they drove off, never to return to Sunny Hill Adult Studios again.

[probablynot-john]

Okay then for the ask game, let me think... We both know I was gonna give ya Kallus. Go!

Yeah I did know you were gonna ask me about him, that fine I'm happy to anyways!

First impression: well I was about 12 when I frist watched rebels and I kinda thought he was a big fat jerk. I thought his muttonchops were stupid.

Impression now: he's just a sad sleepy baby and I love him. He's a real bad ass and a /snarky son of a bitch/tm. All he ever really wanted to do was help people and it blew up spectacularly in his face and he didn't even realize. Also he's an excellent actor but has atrocious people skills. And his muttonchops are glorious.

Favorite moment: in "the Honorable ones" (*cough cough broke back mountain*) you can actually pin point the second he realizes he's in love with Zeb. It's just after the spectors leave and he leans against the wall to keep out of sight. You can actually see the gay panic on his face.

Story idea: Zeb meets the Lasat mercenary but he's so excited that there's another Lasat that he doesn't realize who he is. Kallus doesn't want to take away the opertunity to connect with another member of his species from Zeb so he just sits quietly in the back of the ghost definitely not having a panic attack until Ezra and Sabine find him. He doesn't want to worry them so they build a blanket fort together and get Kannan to go check on Zeb because even if he is with a lasat they're not going to just leave him alone with a dangerous murderer. Eventually Kallus is more scared for Zeb than he is for himself and he runs out to find him but he confronts the merc instead who eventually does recognize him. I'll eventually write the whole thing but that's it for now.

Unpopular opinion: Okay you're gonna hate me. He dies semi young, around early to mid 70s. Cause of death is heart failure due to decades of constant chronic stress.

Favorite relationship: Kalluzeb for life baby! Also love him being family with the spectors, him and Kannan bonding over growing up on Coruscant around the same time. I bet they both have *dad energy* when they hang out. They would both wear Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandels and rock out to Queen music. Of course Sabine would be super protective of Zeb and really not like Kallus hanging around him at first, but she warms up to him after she sees how much Zeb likes him. Then she starts to like him more than Zeb (but she only says that to tease him) Kallus calls her "his favorite" right infront of Zeb. He doesn't really get along with Rex at first. Every civilian on Coruscant during the war has a "complicated" opinion on the clones. Actually I'll just make a separate post for all of them.

Favorite headcannon: OH man how could I narrow it down to just one!? I can't, here's 3:

1. He has scars from the lasat merc that he's extremely self conscious about. He was terrified to show them to Zeb because he thought he would be seen as "damaged goods" or Zeb would think he got them on lasan and be reminded of what a terrible person he is.

2. When he was a teenager he was very good in school, always ambitious but also had a manageable but harmful substance abuse problem. He used to blackout drinking and get into bar fights almost every night, and got high every other night.

Someone: you know your future self is gonna hate you.

Young Kallus: jokes on that asshole, I'm gonna ruin his life.

3. He is a massive dork. He would love murder mystery novels, sings to himself as he cooks and talks to his pet tooka. One time he got a concussion because he sneezed and smacked his face against a wall.

[jorality]

I finally saw the Barbie movie and while it touched on so many subjects that I'm always down to discuss. I will say that it brought up an opinion of mine that I've never voiced to other people for fear of retaliation. So I'll just pose it as a question to all those who played with Barbie, Bratz or any other fashion dolls.

Did these dolls ever make you feel bad about yourself?

For years I've heard Barbie get blamed for body image issues and forcing a beauty standard on women, and I just don't agree with that sentiment.

I was the ugly fat girl growing up. I'm the prettyish fat woman now, and of course I had body image issues, but you know who made me feel horrible about it most?

Adults, other kids, my parents, musicians, magazines, TV, Dr. Oz probably.

There was a teacher in elementary school who constantly harassed and made fun of me for my weight saying things like "stop running, you'll cause an earthquake" among other actions that I realize now were hella inappropriate but it was all fun and jokes so who cared? It was so normal that I never really brought it up to my parents because this teacher picked on almost everyone. I was just another unwitting victim.

Something I hate to admit is that when boys would make fun of me it really fucking affected me. I still suffer with getting validation on whether or not I'm even attractive after so many years of trying to love myself. I want to get male validation and I fucking HATE it.

Which brings me to the Video Vixens. The hot Black girls with fat asses and little waists that my Black little girl self was told was the preferred version of a woman.

Until recently I never had a song sung about my body type, and the ones that did exist were icky.

Then there's the whole thing where I want to be in the entertainment industry and I CANNOT go on that rant right now, but let me just say, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HATE THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!

And before you ask, I once wanted to be on Broadway, children's programming and voice acting. For medical reasons I have set myself up for voice acting, but back when I was a stage actor??? Ugh!

But I'm spiraling, so let's move on.

What i'm trying to say is that I was never given the impression that I was SUPPOSED to LOOK like Barbie or any other fashion doll. At most I really wanted to dress like them, but back then clothes for fat kids were ugly as fuck! Which again I never really connected back to the dolls.

I'm an only child, dolls were my only friends sometimes, so instead of wondering why I didn't look like Barbie or Sasha I put those beasts in situations!

I get the psychology behind toys and self esteem, I've seen the lectures. I just want to know if I'm an anomaly when it comes to believing a toy truly has so much bearing on self esteem and body image to the point that there have been think pieces published about it.

[crazyunsexycool]

Hi Val 🥰!

Alright I have several questions about several of your your WIPS so I will keep it short..

Lights,Camera, Action.. are we talking regular asshole ransom or is he whipped/a major fan of Actress! Reader?

What happens in Vegas.. literally tell me anything I am already obsessed with the idea of straight laced Steve going to Vegas..

Sweet Lo!!!

Ok so Lights, Camera, Action is going to be a series. It’s starts with asshole Ransom and he has a reputation to be an asshole and a playboy on set. He sleeps with all of the leading ladies he stars with and most of the time they expect more from him. But we know he doesn’t do relationships. Enter reader. She’s plus sized and she’s determined to show the industry that the size of your waist doesn’t determine your acting abilities. She’s sick of being type cast as the designated ugly fat friend or the comedic relief. She gets casted in the roll of a lifetime. Ransom is brought in last minute when the original actor had to drop out! He isn’t ready for her though and she’s prepared to shut him down when needed!

Snippet:

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

You turn around to find the one and only Ransom Drysdale glaring at you. “Not at all, I just thought Johnny Storm was the lead is all.”

“Not anymore.” he says as he sits and you take a moment to really admire him. Ransom Drysdale is ridiculously handsome and you would be lying if you said that you never had a crush on him, everyone did. But as you started working in show business you heard that he was incredibly rude and could be difficult to work with and that was a bit of a turn off for you.

“If you don’t like it I’m pretty sure they could recast your part, sweetheart.” he smirks.

“No way in hell are they recasting me, although if you are as difficult to work with as I’ve heard maybe they’ll recast your part. They’ve already done it once, I'm sure they can do it again, sunshine.” You smile the moment he turns to glare at you. In that moment you decided that if he was going to be an ass you would push back.

2 What happens in Vegas:

It was supposed to be an over night stop after a mission. It was Ton’s idea of course, he paid for the hotel rooms. Bucky and Thor were also there and Steve got drunk off of some Asgardian mead Thor brought with him. Reader was there to celebrate her childhood best friend’s bachelorette party. When she wakes up she’s in someone else’s room. Not just anyone’s Captain fucking America’s room. If that wasn’t enough their wake up call is Tony, Bucky and Thor all witnessing Steve the morning after a one night stand… except it’s more than a one night stand. They have matching rings on their left ring fingers. Steve and reader think it will be as easy as getting an annulment but the Avenger’s PR team have a different idea.

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You feel the bed shift with weight placed at the end and then shaking, pulling a groan from the man behind you. He grabs the pillow he was using and throws it, you hear an ‘uff’ as it hits whoever was shaking the bed. He slowly removes his arm from around your waist and sits up allowing you to shift and finally look at who you had spent the night with. Your eyes go wide at the realization of who was in bed with you causing you to sit up way too fast. Your eyes meet for the first time, embarrassment etched on your faces. The door slams open making you finally look at the others in the room. Not only had you slept with the one and only Captain America but before you stood Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark and the newest guest Thor. You keep the sheets up under your chin. Before you were able to say anything Thor spoke up, his voice booming.

“What is the hold up? Isn’t he ready to leave yet?” he asked before taking in the scene.

“Get out!” Steve snaps before turning to you. “I am so sorry about this.”

“Steve, it's never good to apologize to a woman while you’re still in bed naked with her.” Tony advises before smirking at both of you.

“Why are you still here? Get out!”