#do you think someone heard them

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Baby, you know that you won ❞ [part 2/2]

Peter Parker x male!superhero!reader | light angst, comfort, peter gets a panic attack, make-up s*x | dom. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 3K

warnings: overstimulation, light degradation (slut, whore), subspace (Peter), light dacryphilia

masterlist; part 1; part 2

(Y/N)'s comforting words manage to make Peter's tears cease; (Y/N)'s degrading, possessive, words restart the waterworks.

New York could be burning to the ground right now and Peter couldn't find it in himself to care. He had his head in his hands, hidden further from view by his knees. Peter desperately tried to get oxygen into his lungs with his lips wet with spit. (Y/N) wasn't faring any better. He was standing, sure, but he was just as breathless as his ex-boyfriend. (Y/N) wiped the drool that had messily trailed down his chin with the back of his hand, finding his footing as he leaned his shoulder on the wall. "Two superheroes rendered helpless from a kiss" (Y/N) chuckled. "Is the public truly safe?" he slid down to settle right beside Peter who flinched. "Woah, hey" (Y/N) lifted his hands beside his head with his knees now turning away from the still panting Spiderman. "Talk to me, Pete. What's wrong?" he would've made a joke about how he surely wasn't that good of a kisser - followed by how flattered he was if Peter quipped back like he usually did. But the situation had no room for light-hearted humour. Against his better judgement, Peter ripped his mask away from his face and furiously wiped his tears away. Unable to keep himself from comforting him, (Y/N) grasped onto the sides of his face so he could take a proper look at his Peter.

What a pitiful expression. His cheeks were all blotchy and flushed, fat tears rolling down from his eyes that were rimmed with red. "Oh, baby" (Y/N)'s thumb brushed his tears away and Peter sniffled as he turned his nose into his palm. "Breathe with me, Peter, breathe with me", it wasn't often Peter cried until breathing became an arduous task. There were a few times when both of them were younger and their emotions were just as tumultuous as their lives. There were even times when he screams awake from the night terror of losing (Y/N) to an enemy. But, whenever they do happen, (Y/N) is there just like he is now. He brings Peter's ear to his chest, carefully arranging his limbs to not overwhelm the boy but holds him firmly against him. There it was. That beautiful thud, thud, thud of (Y/N)'s chest makes Peter's heart want to leap out of his ribcage and bury itself next to his. "Fuck" Peter finally catches his breath, his heartbeat steadying as (Y/N)'s fingers card through his brown hair. "Language, mister, kids look up to you, ya' know" tutted (Y/N) and Peter guffaws. Their limbs unravel. The two heroes sat across from each other, their ankles bashfully pressed against each other. Brief silence. The city's ambience muffles it. (Y/N) places his arm on his knee, then his chin on top of it; just watching Peter as he catches his bearings. "You're not gonna ask?" he wipes the remains of his tears, sniffling and turning away to awkwardly fold his mask around on his lap. "Why you were crying?" Peter nods and (Y/N) shrugs his answer. Silence again. Peter pursed his lips. "I had reoccurring nightmares about losing you, not being able to save you while you". The breath he exhales is a shudder, his poor mask suffocating between his fingers. "You were dying, (Y/N). Right in my arms and wuh-while...while we were kissing, I thought about our fight, how the last time we would've seen each other would've been screaming and yelling." "I'm scared, I'm scared this is a dream," he says in one breath, tears brimming his eyes again though he manages to blink them away. (Y/N) wants to gather Peter in his arms again. But Peter curls up further and (Y/N) opts to speak; "Pretty sure you don't get hangover symptoms while you dream, Peter". It was a weak reassurance but Peter smiles and (Y/N) returns it. "What did we even fight about, (Y/N)?" Peter sounds oblivious, very much needing an answer from the man in front of him. (Y/N)'s eyes widen and he seems just as oblivious as Peter was. He breaks their gaze and shrugs. "Stupid shit, I think I got mad that you forgot a date". "I got mad that you keep digging into Wilson Fisk's shit" (Y/N)'s eyes seemed defiant as they glanced at Peter's but then they soften, and he nods. "You forgot it was your turn to fold laundry" (Y/N) continued. "I told you that you never liked how I folded anyways". "S'not the point, dumbass" (Y/N) rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Snapped at me for rounding up 'your villain'" Peter retells with a snort while (Y/N) pouts. "You let my laptop get stolen because you webbed it to a random alleyway when an assignment was due that night" Peter huffs. "I told you to upload your shit on a cloud". His sharp glare makes Peter raise his hand in surrender. "Right, sorry, sorry," said Peter.

"I'm sorry" (Y/N) confesses. "I guess things just...piled up?" he leans back on his hands again and stupid, hormonal, Peter can't get that picture out of his head. "We ended up nit-picking and it just got worse. I should've said something instead of bottling it up".

Peter mused the thought, of what could've happened if the two of them simply communicated instead of going through weeks of unnecessary heartache all over fucking laundry and petty superhero turf-wars. If they'd just opened their mouths, Peter wouldn't have to antagonize the dip in their mattress like a crazy person. They would've laid together, sweaty bodies grinding, wet lips opened in silent screams, backs arching and nails scratching against the skin. Peter could only imagine the bliss of (Y/N) on his lap, moving those sinful hips of his as he moans about how big and deep Peter's cock was. The very fact that he could not recall any recent memory of (Y/N) riding him like a professional made his dick incredibly angry. "...Yeah," came Peter's belated reply. (Y/N) tilts his head and reaches a foot forward to lightly poke at Peter's shin. "That's your apology?" Peter is blushing now, (Y/N) realizes, but as he drifts his eyes lower he sees it's for an entirely different reason. "Wow". Peter brings his knees together, groaning as he tossed his head back with enough momentum to also bring his body down. At least he has the decency to cover his face. "Don't" warns Peter but his voice is wavering and (Y/N)'s laugh is especially cruel as he refuses to heed it. "Man, Spiderman is a wreck tonight" he purrs. "Fuck off, I'm not the one watching my ex sleep, ya' pervert" (Y/N) unabashedly settles himself on top of Peter's lap despite his pathetic whines. "Yeah, yeah" he dismisses whilst Peter chews on his lower lip when (Y/N) settles his ass on his crotch. "I'm the pervert? Your boner's twitching against my ass but I'm the pervert?" (Y/N) squeezes his inner thighs and his hips move forward - Peter whimpers at the friction. Cocking a brow, (vigilante name) braces his hands next to Spiderman's head and leans down. "What a slut" he coos. Peter scoffs at him while his hands find their home on (Y/N)'s waist, gloved fingers smoothing down the globes of his ass as he grabs a handful of each cheek. Peter spreads what he can and (Y/N) sighs in bliss at his incessant kneading. "I wasn't the one taking nudes of myself on a public rooftop to lure my ex back" and (Y/N) pauses as he takes in Peter's absolutely, tomato-envying, red blush that was accompanied by a shit-eating grin. "Do you think your villains know the reason you wear that mask is because you blush like a bitch in heat every time you get all cocky? Like some sort of adrenaline rush. Seriously, a minute ago you were crying over making out with me" "Hey" Peter pouts, pushing himself up and resting on his elbows but he doesn't relent. (Y/N) just grabs his cheeks - not at all gentle like he was before, his grip was firmer now and Peter's seen how much strength he has behind it. "Now you're pretending you're some macho man, shaming me when you probably jacked off to that picture before you came here" Peter's body betrays him in several ways. His cock twitches and he darts his eyes faster than he can stop himself - damn, that mask really does save him a lot of humiliation. (Y/N)'s grin makes Peter gulp.

"You did" purrs (Y/N) "Filthy little cretin. I wonder what would they think if they saw you like this" "T-They?" (Y/N) motions his head to the ledge. "The people that think you're ever so noble" he leans to kiss at the spot between Peter's ear and jaw, pressing his teeth there just to feel him shudder. "What would they think of you?" Peter quips, giving a harsh spank to his ass, earning him a stuttering gasp. "(vigilante name), the slut that stoops low enough to use his body to get his boyfriend to do this" For a second, Peter thinks he's said something wrong as (Y/N) stiffens above him. Perhaps he'd crossed a line. But (Y/N) smashes his lips against his, relieved and elated that Peter had called him his boyfriend. Even if it was a slip of the tongue, (Y/N) felt his heart swooning. "Pretty sure they'd understand if they knew you were my boyfriend" Peter hears the rustling of clothes and (Y/N) top half is bare, so naturally he assists in removing it all before he scrambles to get naked himself. "Brr..." Peter pauses mid-strip, his own costume awkwardly bunched below his armpits. "Cold, baby?" he asks, (Y/N) nods.

“Warm me up?" Peter laughs at the cheesiness but hey, he was in his boxer briefs in less than a minute so it worked. Now with less constricting layers out of the way, they collided with each other in a heated embrace. A mess of tongue, teeth, and hands desperate and hungry to feel the expanses and curves of their bodies. It was all bordering on animalistic - the sounds of their panting muffling everything else as their heads moved to and fro, crotches bumping and grinding.

Peter's costume was used as a makeshift pillow for his head as he bucked his hips making (Y/N) moan, the wet patches on their underwear left them with little to no shame. "You're so fucking hard" (Y/N) groaned, reaching between them to grab Peter's clothed cock which elicits a moan. "Shit, forget about the foreplay, I need to be inside you" Peter sucks on his fingers and although (Y/N) would tease he was just as desperate. He yelps as Peter's fingers find his hole, chuckling after gaining some composure. "Easy, I'm not going anywhere - ah!" his eyebrow slopes all prettily again and Peter can't find it in himself to have some decorum. He slips one finger in, just lightly slicked with saliva. "You're..." he slips in another with ease and (Y/N)'s thighs twitch, his hips move away from those slender digits but Peter chases. "Christ, you are a slut - you're already stretched out. There's still lube!" his boyfriend shushes him by gripping the head of his cock. "Announce it to the whole of New York why don't ya'" A few skilful flicks of (Y/N)'s wrists and Peter's eyes flutter closed, fingers still pumping in and out dutifully.

For a moment, Peter wonders if it’d been another that had found themselves inside of (Y/N) and his heart squeezes at the very possibility. “D-Did you, with anyone?” (Y/N) whispers a ‘no’ that makes Peter more gleeful than he’d like to admit.

“So you have no right mocking me for jacking off” Peter might as well have stuck his tongue out at (Y/N) like a child.

“Are you seriously -- Goddammit! Yeah! Right there” his hole clenches tight around Peter’s fingers as his prostrate was found, effectively shutting him up. "E-Enough, enough, fuck, let me pound you already" In a graceful swoop, Peter has (Y/N) on his back with his thighs resting over Peter's hips. This wasn't completely unusual for the couple - their trysts haven't always been in the comfort of their mattress which was a given considering their double lives as superheroes. They weren't strangers to doing it on rooftops, alleyways, and occasionally abandoned/half-finished buildings. Honestly, they could fill a whole book with their sex adventures. But this particular rooftop was a favourite because it'd been the first time they'd done it after revealing their identities to each other. (Y/N) exhales a quick laugh while Peter grumbles, pulling his cock out. It twitches from the brisk air but then its head catches on (Y/N)'s rim and his cock starts leaking precum, the tip peeking out from his ruffled-up underwear that's a little too tight but neither noticed to care. "You do remember how to use the little guy don't you?" Peter squeezes (Y/N) thigh in warning as he wets his lips, murmuring a 'shut up' as he grips the base. Sighing in relief when it finally gets past the ring of muscle. He braces his hands near (Y/N)'s waist and moans, half-lidded eyes taking in the sight of pure ecstasy on his boyfriend's face. (Y/N) can't think. He's convinced Peter's cock was made for him because when Peter fills him it makes his toes curl. Every delicious drag of his dick makes (Y/N) groan in pleasure, that sweet bundle of nerves getting rammed into whenever Peter's balls slap against his skin. "Fuckkk" The brunette smiles dopily and that scrunched expression on (Y/N) urges him to claim his lips. Arms wrap around his neck and Peter presses his thighs down until his knees touch his chest when he pulls away from the kiss. "Ready?" "Give it to me, baby". The power behind those hips reveals itself in slow but harsh thrusts. He builds a steady pace, slowly gaining more speed and it makes (Y/N) bare his neck and arch his back, his nails digging into Peter's back. "Th-That's it" (Y/N) groans. Peter feels his fingers crawling up his neck before gasping as his hair was grabbed. "Fuck me just like that, pretty boy - Ngh! Shiiit, yeah, come on, fuck this ass, it's yours, all yours" Peter's blush worsens at the vulgar words. As if he'd never heard them before or gotten painfully hard because of them. "Your mouth s'filthy" he grunts with a sharp thrust that has the boy on his dick squealing. "You - ah! Like it" he kisses Peter, nipping at his bottom lip before the incessant pressure on his dick becomes too much and suddenly he's tightening. Peter inhales sharply, stuttering out (Y/N)'s name. Peter cums. Hard. Without much warning. He stills with a few jerky shakes of his hips and they pant to catch their breaths. Embarrassment pools in his stomach but before he can completely register it, he's back on his back and (Y/N)'s putting his dick back inside that sloppy hole.

"M'not done yet, Petey" he sighs then he starts moving. Peter hisses, attempting to get the upper hand by grasping at his hips.

"Wuh-Wait, (Y/N), baby -" They slam down hard enough to make a smacking sound, ass jiggling as gravity helps (Y/N) ride Peter's already hardening dick. Peter chokes with his eyes rolling back as he tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing thickly. "Fuuckkk" he whines, the sound high in his throat. His stamina is usually something to be marvelled at but it's been weeks and honestly, he'd come into his fist way too many times. Shirt in his mouth, Polaroid in his right hand while his left works to undo him. But (Y/N) isn't complaining. He loves seeing his pretty boy gasp and whine about it being 'too much please I can't' while those whorish moans spill from his lips. Peter's cum is leaking back onto his dick, a ring of white frothing at (Y/N)'s asshole as he squeeezes the cockhead while he's up and makes Peter groan out his name when he sliiides back down. "M'close" Peter warns, eyes hazily watching his boyfriend finally pull his cock out. He's greedy - he wants it in his mouth and the thoughts are so obvious in those coffee-brown eyes that it makes (Y/N) keen. "Me too, God, your cock feels so good, filling me up so well" Peter nods dumbly, not all there. "M'making you feel good?" (Y/N) nods, his chest being grabbed by Peter who suckles at his nipples like a big baby, his filthy hands groping and touching while (Y/N) trembles in his hold. His hands find themselves back in Peter's hair.

He slows to a stop, making Peter gasp out a series of 'nonono please don't stop'. "Shh, look at me, baby" It takes a few seconds for Peter to comprehend the command and a few more to sharpen his eyes to focus. He scratches his scalp comfortingly, lips pecking Peter's kiss-swollen ones. "Not gonna leave me again, right?" the tips of their noses brush against each other. Peter shakes his head, his hands rubbing circles on his hips. "Never, don't wanna be without you, just want you, like this, forever" he smiles, kissing Peter again as he moves his hips. "Cum in me again I wanna feel you inside" "I-I can do that" Peter whispers "M'so close" "Me too, mpfh, fuck, Peter - I love you so fuckin' much" That has Peter whining again. He kisses (Y/N), teeth clacking against each other while he messily bucks his hips up like a desperate animal. "Luh-love you too. Fuck, love you so muh-much, (Y/N), (Y/N)(Y/N)(Y/N)" Like a mantra, Peter keeps saying his name and the way it sounds as if he's in worship makes (Y/N) spurt cum right on their stomach and chest, and some reach their chin. Peter's groan has his voice breaking when he finishes inside his favourite hole. The warmth that fills (Y/N) has him going lax, sighing in pleasure as he leans against his pretty boy. "Never letting you go" he hears Peter murmur on his neck. "Mine, all mine..." (Y/N) smiles, holding his Peter close. "All yours, pretty baby".

[swan2swan]

Kenji and Yaz as soon as they're settled in on the boat and are able to process what they saw the past few days:

[bookshelfdreams]

the stone marten sounds like a completely fictional problem

like when other hemerophiles become pests, the damage they do is completely understandable. what does a wild animal want? food, shelter, a safe place to raise its young. simple, right? a raccoon moves into your attic because it's dry and warm, and he leaves feces and remains of prey because he's a raccoon and doesn't know that's not appropriate roommate behavior. obviously blackbirds steal your cherries and voles eat your veggies! they're hungry little guys! you would do this too if you were a blackbird or a vole.

the stone marten, though, will wreck your car. for no apparent reason. he's not living there and he doesn't want to eat the rubber from your brake line. he just fucks up your engine for the lolz. and he's sneaky about it, too! the damage will often not become apparent until it's catastrophic. until very suddenly your converter is fucked, your transmission hands in notice, or your brakes fail in the middle of a busy intersection.

somehow, over millions of years, nature evolved this animal who's body size, behaviour, and territorial aggression all work together in the precise way that makes him very effective at sabotaging one of the biggest pollutants in modern society.

it's so normalized we never stop to think how ridiculous it is to have your car destroyed by a cute little mustelid who doesn't understand mechanics and just wants to tell his rival to get fucked. sounds like something a mediocre author would put in an allegory about environmentalism, and get marked in red by the editor with the note A little on the nose, don't you think.

this guy's an ecoterrorist. he does almost 100 million € damage each year in germany alone.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Los Chicos Peleandoooooo

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[keets-writing-corner]

guess who's still thinking about Lucifer >.<

anyways thought it'd be fun, given my previous post about his dissociation with conversations, to try and guess what his takeaways were from his phone call with Charlie based on his reactions

Maybe I'm wrong about what he's catching and what he's missing but either way I had fun

strike through= what he missed bold=what he caught neither bold nor strikethrough= he might've heard it/made it out through the white noise, but not enough to connect the dots RED= only heaven is in red cuz you cannot convince me otherwise that that's not a trigger word for him

Idk thought it’d be fun to try and guess what Lucifer is ACTUALLY hearing with his dissociation filter on let's GO

Lucifer: [insert absolute fail of hello]

Charlie: Hi Dad! Lucifer: Hey! How are ya? Oh! Wh-wh-where are you these days? Charlie: You know where I am, Dad… I’ve told you before…

Lucifer: You hAve? Oh. yeah Uh, erm well I um uh

Charlie: I told you when you called me five months ago! Or did you not listen?

Lucifer: No no no just forgot! I just forgot. I’ve been really busy with you know… um. iMpOrTanT tHiNgS

Charlie: Well I’m actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners, maybe you saw our commercial?

Lucifer: No? Sadly I… missed it!  Lucifer: You know I haven’t been watching much TV lately! Scrambles the brain!  Lucifer: but hey! A hotel! Fun!

Charlie: Listen, Dad, I’ve got kinda… a big ask?

Lucifer: -spit take- Yeah?! Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking you just name it

Charlie: I need to speak to heaven! Well, whoever’s in charge up there above Adam above anybody, I need to go to the top!

Lucifer: NO Lucifer: no no no no Lucifer: That’s uhahah no…

Charlie: Look! Dad! I don’t ask you for much. I never have, but this-this is really important to me. It’s the most important thing I’ve ever done and I… need… you… I need your help

Lucifer: I-... I don’t know Charlie

Charlie: Please just- Come see what I’m trying to do. You’ll see why it’s a really good idea and heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them

Charlie: Please dad

Lucifer: wait… you’re… INVITING ME OVER??? Lucifer: ABSOLUTELY Lucifer: I’LL BE THERE IN AN HOUR

___

so yeah, he can semi follow along but like crucial bits and pieces ARE being left out

[calamitydaze]

me watching the entire internet realize what i figured out 14 months ago

[celaenaeiln]

Bruce: *sees a motorcade come up on his right* *ignores*

Timmy in the back eying the group suspiciously: ….

*tapping on glass*

Dick: B, there’s someone tapping on my side.

Bruce: Don’t roll the window down they could be-

Dick: *already rolling the window down* *GASP* ROMMEY?! ROMMEY! ROMMEY!!

A 45 yr old grizzled man with a smoker’s voice, nicknamed Rommey by Dick: heya Dickie, how it’s going kiddo.

Dick: ROMMEY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

Another motorbiker with a full claw scar down his face: what about the rest of us, kid? Forget about us?

Dick: MANES! DERRICKA! IZZY!!

Derrick-I take down mercenaries for fun but let a kid I like call me DERRICKA-Rolan: You little shit, why’d we not hear from you after you fucked off to neverland huh?!

Isabella-what? Someone went missing? I had nothing to do with it, it’s total coincidence that I hated him-Hodges: Maybe he doesn’t like us, Der. That right, Dickie?

Dick: *flabbergasted* No!! It’s a long story! After I left I ran out of gas and then some girl crashed into my bike and sent it flying off the cliff but I dove off it first and then I had to walk to the nearest motel on bare feet because I gave her my shoes and then I met this half bear half man and I’ll be pleased to tell you that it was a beary bearable encounter once he got his bearings hahahahaha- *progressively climbing out of the car as the story goes on*

Bruce: Dick! Get back in the car! *having one hand on the steering wheel and grabbing the back of his shirt with the other to keep his wayward son from falling out*

Dick: Wait- *accidently twisting too far and nearly braining himself on the speeding asphalt*

Rommey: DICK!

Bruce: DICK!

Rommey, Derricka, Izzy, and Manes: *grabbing the front half to prevent Dick from becoming like two-face*

Bruce: *letting go of the wheel to grab Dick’s bottom half for the same reason*

Tim: *high pitched screaming from the back* DICK! Tₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ! ₜₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ!!!

Bruce: *struggling to pull his son in while the motorcade struggles to pull him out to sit on a bike thus leading to Dick hanging in limbo out the window of a car going 80mph on a freeway* GRAB THE WHEEL TIM

Tim: *sacrificing a few ribs on the edge of the front car seat* IM TRYING! I CANT REACH THE CRUISE CONTROL AND DONT LEAN BACK AND OH MY GOD SIGN POST! SIGN POST! THE POST! THE POSSSTTTTT!!!

Dick, Bruce, Tim, and motorcade: *furious screaming and shouting and panicking*

*2 hours later*

*Arriving at the manor*

Jason: damn what happened to you lot, you look like you went through hell and back.

Bruce and Tim: *drained, pale-faced, messy, sweating, and heaving*

Dick: *a curl of hair falling elegantly into his shining eyes* I just had the time of my life, Jay!

Jason who is well acquainted with Dick’s “Time of the life”s: ah. My condolences.

Tim: Never again. *flopping on the ground and cater-pilling his way up the stairs*

Damian: Father, this is such disgraceful attire! Fix yourself at once, mother would be embarrassed by such a visage! What in holy reincarnation have you been doing?!

Bruce: Never again, Dick.

Dick: it’s nothing Dami, they were just helping me.

Damian: Father, I am ashamed of you. Why must you devolve to such a state when you assist Grayson, he is perfectly capable of extraordinary feats without your input. I suggest you refrain from interfering with his success again.

Bruce:

Bruce: Damian, you-

Dick: Bruce. *smiling pleasantly*

Jason: *immediately sneaking off*

Bruce’s life momentarily flashing before his eyes: …..nothing. Go finish your homework. *trudging off to whine to Alfred about how no one’s gonna believe him*

Dick: *sincerely* what a great day! 😊

[feroluce]

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn 🛡🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[hephaestuscrew]

I do think there's something special about the way that audio drama creators seem to love including cameos of voice actors from other popular audio dramas. Obviously, part of the reason why actors from one show might pop up in another is because the audio drama creator community is relatively small and interconnected, and also because those actors are very talented.

But there's also often such a sense that creators are having fun with these cameos. Like Greater Boston casting audio drama heavyweights Briggon Snow, Zach Valenti, and Felix Trench as famous film actors Matt Daemon, Ben Affleck, and Mark Wahlberg respectively. Or Faux and Stallion having Tom Crowley (who plays a Victorian detective in Victoriocity) pop up as Dr Watson. Or Unseen casting Beth Eyre and Felix Trench as characters who are twins. Or Arden getting Emma Sherr-Ziarko to play an actor impersonating a character played by her former Wolf 359 costar Michelle Agresti (with Michaela Swee also appearing as an actor impersonating the other main Arden lead).

In these cases, it's not just that there's a cameo, but that the cameo is given particular (often comedic) significance to those who are aware of the featured actor's other work. The vast majority of people wouldn't recognise any of these voices. But by doing these very intentional cameos, these creators show confidence that a fair chunk of their audience will know these actors and enjoy the link. There's an awareness that listeners of one audio drama are fairly likely to listen to (or at least be aware of) other fiction podcasts, even when the shows in question aren't of particularly similar genres. Recognising these cameos feels like being in on a secret. It feels like these shows are giving a little nod to listeners to say that we're part of the same club.

[toddtakefive]

thinking about todd and his resolve toward… not quite isolation, but being alone in a room full of people again. he goes along to the study room to sit on his own and do his homework, he sits at the poets table and follows along with what’s being said while keeping quiet, he goes to the meetings at all but doesn’t necessarily contribute (in fact, if you watch him when cameron is telling the story ‘from camp in sixth grade’, you can see that he recognizes it before any of the other poets but doesn’t voice it until they all have). he’s not alone, necessarily, if you want to get technical about it, he’s just lonely, and he’s generally okay with that. he doesn’t have friends and that’s fine, he doesn’t participate in class and that’s fine, he doesn’t have a relationship with his family and that’s fine—he could live without any real connection and he’d have been, more or less, fine.

the thing about when he says “i can take care of myself just fine!” is that he isn’t really wrong, you can infer that he’s been doing it his entire life anyway, it’s that ‘taking care of yourself’ isn’t the same thing as really living or being happy. todd’s an introvert, certainly, and even as he gets closer to the group he defaults to sitting quietly in the background, but he’s also denying himself community out of fear not introversion. todd isn’t friendless because he’s an introvert, although that definitely plays a part, he’s friendless because he pushes anyone that might want his company away. if anyone has every wanted for his attention in the first place. (neil’s unwavering interest in him is unique (even when it comes to the rest of the poets, who are fine with todd coming along and joining the group, but aren’t really hellbent on him being there in the beginning) and his refusal to accept it is a direct result of being so lonely growing up.)

there’s obviously something to be said about the implications of his parents neglect, and the more than likely fact that he grew up friendless, and how those both play a part in in him being so skilled at dodging social interaction/being so avoidant of it, but by the time we see him in the movie he’s all but accepted his fate as being alone his entire life. he’s already accepted being the family disappointment, and he’s already accepted he’ll never amount to anything, and he obviously doesn’t like it, but he’d have managed living with that knowledge without the confirmation that it was all wrong. would he have been miserable? almost certainly. but he’d have managed. he’d done it for that long already, anyhow.

[carlyraejepsans]

i was thinking about that ask i received the other day and how uncharacteristically upset the topic had made me when i usually just think "mh. gross!" and move on, and after mulling it over a while i realized it wasn't about the topic at all, it was the ask itself that freaked me out. i've mentioned sporadically before (for obvious reasons lol) that i used to be involved in fandom discourse when i was younger and that!! fucked me up quite a lot. between exacerbating my ocd and straight up getting cyber stalked (i almost feel guilty using that word, like i don't deserve it but. yeah that is 100% what happened to me), the topic is something I have very complex and personal opinions on but that i hate talking about in public because it still sets off my fight or flight response.

i know some people in the fandom are like "let me know if i ever rb someone who wrote/drew gross stuff" and that's entirely their choice and i respect it. but for the record, i am not one of these people. please, for the love of god, i am asking this genuinely do NOT come into my DMs about this, I don't want to know. assume I'm either living in blissful ignorance or my blacklist already covers me quite nicely & i wanna keep it that way. i vastly prefer the discomfort of stumbling into something unprepared and deciding what to do about it on my own, to the utter pit of dread i get whenever i open a message that starts with "hey just so you know-". i have blocked multiple people in the past over it. i WILL block more. be warned.

[note. this doesn't apply to people who have either hurt or behaved inappropriately with other members of the fandom, or spread bigotry and discrimination like racists and transphobes. please do let me know in those cases]

does this make sense? idk I'm kinda feverish you guys figure it out. I'm going to sleep.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Fallen Thorns

dark urban fantasy coming-of-age

follows a boy settling into university, when after a date (that he didn’t even want to go on) turns bad he’s made into a vampire

as he settles into his new existence and the local vampire community - while they try to find who’s been leaving bodies across the city - he discovers that there’s something different and darker within him

aroace neurodivergent MC

[sergle]

I just started listening to the newest season of Nosleep and had the deranged idea to write down my own personal ratings /10 and reviews and it's just my luck that the first episode was real bayud LMAO

[losersimonriley]

I know some of us like to pepper Gaelic endearments into our ghostsoap from time to time and I thought hey! Maybe I should finally share my little headcanon as to how Soap even came about knowing the language in the first place:

I like to think that his granny (who raised him and his siblings) was from the Inner Hebrides and grew up using it. She moved to the lowlands after marrying, became a Gaelic-medium teacher. Thus, Soap attended the school she taught at and had a Gaelic-medium education throughout primary. (Gme students are taught completely in Gaelic from p1-p3 with English being incorporated later.) While not continuing it in secondary, he still had a fluent adult at home keeping the language fresh in his mind. That’s. The bare bones of it anyway.

Anyway I wanted to share this because I’ve seen the occasional person say it’s ridiculous to suddenly see him speaking Gaelic in fics (which is a very fair point of course. few people are immersed in it, it remains a threatened language) but the thought of someone who wanted to include it in their work who then might not because of this is disheartening. Should they do the proper research beforehand, it is plausible when given the right ingredients.

It’s a language that should be celebrated, not discouraged, especially given the history. Having a character know it just really depends on the different factors you throw into their backstory. Even if the author doesn’t explain it, it should then be up to the reader to assume he’s not just pulling the language out of thin air. Idk, if call of duty fanfic of all things can expose people to Gàidhlig and garner interest in some to learn a bit of the language, I just. That is a good thing

[movedtodykedvonte]

My personal feelings in the Fionna and Cake ending is that it was perfect.

The story showed about how we can only control what is in our very personal and small world and not worry about or take on the responsibilities of that outside ourself.

We will make mistakes and wish we could rewrite them over and over and over until it’s perfect but we can’t. We will hate aspects of our lives and adore aspects of lives we don’t know the intricacies or hardships of but we can not insert ourselves. We have our own lives to live and rather than define it by a given purpose let us define the purpose as we go along. Not everything is revealed when it’s over, you may not get the answers but it’s okay to go somewhere and not know.

Some endings are happy, some are sad and some are just that, endings. They don’t have neat little bows or a “The End” on the last page but they allow us to put the past down and move on to whatever else lies ahead.

[coockie8]

i once had an anti tell me to stop sexualizing their trauma on a story i wrote that was a word for word retelling of my own actual trauma but with names changed and its been 2 years and i still cant stop thinking about that

Ah, yeah... Unfortunately a non-insignificant number of antishippers seem to genuinely believe they own the concept of trauma, so any story they read that they believe to be portrayed in a romanticized or sexualized light therefore must be romanticizing/sexualizing their trauma specifically.

I couldn't tell you the amount of times I've gotten the "stop sexualizing my trauma!!!!!!" or adjacent comments from antishippers that universally garner a response that basically boils down to

Like, bitch! I'm talking about my trauma! I literally did not even know you existed until you fucking commented!