#i am a minority language fan ok

[natequarter]

SOPHIE FOR THE ASK GAME

One aspect about them I love: she's very stabby, and i like that in a woman. also, everything about her fascinates me, and i love listening to her speak french. english can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes

One aspect I wish more people understood about them: she and humphrey were in a complicated, difficult situation, and there was no right thing to do for either of them - it would have been better if she could have befriended humphrey, but it's also perfectly understandable that she never did. humphrey had legal control over her - he could have been abusive, and got away with it. he didn't, but he could have, had he wanted to.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character: it would probably make more sense for her to be from the north of france, but (especially in a modern setting) i like to headcanon her as coming from the south of france

One character I love seeing them interact with: hm. this is difficult to answer, seeing as the only person she interacts with is humphrey, but i do love seeing her interact with humphrey, so we'll go with that. the moment between them in the bone plot where she thanks him for helping her and then goes 'moi... joyeuse'... his little smile... and her desperately trying to save him. and calling him a good man. they may not get on, but there is affection there. she's the only one who's allowed to insult her husband, thank you very much

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more: the easy answer here is humphrey (him being, well, the only character she interacts with), so let's go for something more interesting. annie! putting the two of them in close proximity would be nothing short of a nightmare. sophie's a diehard catholic, annie's… well i don't buy that she was a committed puritan at all, but it drives sophie absolutely mad, so she'll stick to it. they're both strong-willed and very stubborn women and if they got stuck together in death sophie would definitely stab annie to shut her up. they should kiss too. oh also shoutout to molly who should definitely kiss sophie

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character: in life, she would irregularly sleep with humphrey. they were both so lonely, sometimes they did take solace in each other - they were drunk, or they were miserable, or they were in the right place at the wrong time. it was ultimately meaningless, and never went anywhere... but it was something to do

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[fernsnailz]

take this ask as a free ticket to freely hate on elemental (WE SUPPORT THE HATER GRIND WOOO)

ok so to preface. i have only seen elemental once. it was in theaters. i did NOT pay money to see it (my friend worked at the theater and we got in for free). we also saw it in 3D (would not recommend). i chugged a canned margarita beforehand (WOULD NOT RECOMMEND). i sobered up halfway through the movie and had a terrible time. needless to say i am not a fan of elemental (2023)

below is an edited version of the review/rant i sent to the group chat afterwards. BE WARNED IT'S REALLY LONG.

much later edit: personally i think i did a very bad job of critiquing this movie in this ask, and some of the opinions i expressed below are some pretty bad faith takes. i still think this movie is worthy of criticism, but not in this form and not from a guy who chugged a margarita before seeing it.

ok so the big point of discussion with elemental i've seen is usually around the allegory it uses to portray its themes of race, immigration, and prejudice. generally speaking, it's my opinion that trying to portray concepts of this weight and depth with an allegory or metaphor is already a terrible idea*. this isn't stuff that you can make simpler to understand by portraying minorities as fire people or predator animals or whatever great new idea disney is cooking up next, because this isn't stuff that can just be MADE simpler. if anything, allegory makes discussion about race more complicated because you have to explore why racism and prejudice, an inherently illogical belief, exists within said allegorical world. usually said fictional explanation just seems to justify prejudice - for example, the allegory in zootopia is straight up DANGEROUS to compare to real world racism because predators, aka zootopia's minorities, literally used to hunt and eat prey animals (the majority). with this in mind, elemental is already off to a bad start since disney has a bad history with allegories of this kind.

(*EDIT: this is gonna eat me alive if i don't clarify this because i realized too late that i spoke WAY too generally here. to clarify, i'm mostly talking about creating an entire allegorical world that lacks humans here - allegory can be a very powerful way to portray a human experience, and i don't want it to seem like i'm arguing that allegory and metaphor can't be used at all to create a powerful story about race and prejudice. for example, here's a short film that i really like called OverWeight. it's about losing one's culture and identity, and that theme is explored entirely through a bag of luggage. and it's really good! just want to clarify that i'm not advocating for only extreme realism and a lack of magic here, but instead against using huge, non-human allegorical worlds that replace these human experiences. thx bye)

thankfully, elemental never got as bad a zootopia in its portrayal of prejudice (at least in my opinion), but that's not saying much. it mostly just feels kinda confused - as far as i know, fire people are supposed to serve as a sort of "immigrant everyman" allegory which is. not how that works. immigrants of different races and ethnicities are going to have different struggles and experiences, and trying to boil everything down into four different elements that fit every kind of person under an allegorical umbrella is over complicating everything again through a veil of simplicity. it's almost like all of this would be fixed if they just told a story about real human people instead of turning them into water and fire people but i mean WHAT DO I FUCKING KNOW!!!!

oh also the worldbuilding of elemental is. kinda ass. to further explain: fire people are the only immigrant characters really explored in depth, and a good amount of the worldbuilding around them is actually pretty interesting. they have their own language that the characters speak every now and then, they have their own foods, customs, and culture that you can definitely tell a decent amount of thought was put into. which i liked! and then you learn that the country they come from is literally called Fire Land. just Fire Land. i doubled over when they said that because compared to everything else, it’s so out of left field and just. GAHH. it really reeks of "exec in the disney board room wanted to make part of the movie about prejudice easier to understand for The Kiddies" and i hate it. god.

this is consistent throughout the film, a lot of genuinely interesting worldbuilding is intermingled with surface level, bottom of the barrel ideas that just feel. so confusing. like a big theme the movie centers around is gentrification and how the city (called “Element City,” by the way (SCREAMS)) is not built with fire people in mind. i like this concept a lot and they show this in some interesting ways! a main conflict centers about how water is flooding ember's home, and there are multiple moments where high-action scenes are revolved around ember just navigating the city and trying to avoid water, something that most of the city’s residents wouldn’t have issue with. i thought that was really good! it was something that, surprisingly, was very relatable! and then the movie goes full zootopia and just like. has one of the characters call the fire girl a slur (the slur was “fireball”) which, reasonably makes ember mad, but then the character that did the slurring faces NO narrative repercussions for her actions because. ???????????????? i don't know??? you would think that a movie that turns issues of class and race into a fun cutesy little allegory would at least take the time to go "hey kids! let's not call minorities slurs" but instead the Slur Woman ends up helping ember and wade on their shitty little romantic sidequest and never once seems to express any remorse. cool! great!!!! WHO'S IDEA WAS THIS???????

by the way who fucking wrote this who put all these element puns in here. there are so many element puns in the movie i want to eat the writers of elemental. i’m mostly made of carbon but i do not walk around like “wow what a long workday we have fellow coworkers, i guess we have to CARBON diem, amirite?” please kill me

the varying quality in the worldbuilding and allegory of elemental just goes to show that this movie would have likely worked better if it focused on humans on earth rather than elements residing in a confusing elemental world - previous pixar works like bao and turning red show that pixar movies that focus on real experiences told from a human perspective with a magical realism twist can work really well! the allegory of elemental makes its characters and experiences feel distant, i spent more time trying to understand the world of the movie than the characters and their struggle. that could be a me problem, but the world was so goddamn broken in the first place that i felt like i COULDN’T focus on anything else. idk can we just tell like actual stories about actual marginalized people without turning them into The Trope of the Week i’m so tired

and by the way. i do not like the character designs in this movie one bit. ember looks like if you asked a middle schooler to design a fire woman. "ohhhhh we're pixar and we have to give all of our woman characters a pencil thin waist and big feminine eyes and skinny little legs" i want to explode.

ok we're getting into just batshit insane rant territory here now. so with that in mind I FUCKING HATE WADE. from the moment he appeared on that screen i knew i had it out for that motherfucker. the first thing he does is start crying over a situation that HE CAN SOLVE. he’s a city inspector that gets caught in the flood overtaking ember’s home, and the FIRST thing he does is start writing up violations he sees in the basement of ember’s family home. and then. he has the audacity to CRY ABOUT IT because it’s sooooooo tragic that her dad’s shop is going to be shut down because of HIM. the movie frames the water people as overly emotional because they cry alot (because they’re made out of water, of course!!! isn't that so funny!!!!!!!), but wade’s actions make it clear that those tears are FAKE because he does NOTHING to help ember in the first scene they meet. then, only after ember explains to him that there’s LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY her family can survive if the shop is shut down, does wade agree to help her out. kill me

oh btw wade being very emotional and crying a lot is NOT a bad thing and imo most modern stories need more emotional male characters. but. elemental treats wade's crying mostly as a running gag more than anything. which just kinda doubles around to being misogynistic again

wade continues to be a fucking nuisance to my psyche, even after leaving that theater. i did not enjoy the romance between ember and wade because i hated 50% of that duo. ember was ok i liked her enough bUT I WANTED TO KILL WADE. they try to spin him like “ohhhhh hes a little bit clumsy and goofy and a little bit dorky ahah don’t you like him?” as if that doesn’t describe most of the male love interests in every movie released after 1990. the two sit on a beach where ember is on the verge of a meltdown because they haven’t been able to save her dad’s shop, and one of the things wade says to comfort her is “i think you’re beautiful like this tho uwu” HUH????????? who tf is trying to make moves while someone is having an anxiety attack i SWEAR to god. i want to use wade as bong water i hate him so much

and then. ember gives him some glass that she sculpted to look like a flower she likes. it’s a nice sculpture. later in the movie, wade is like “hey ember i have something for you” and then just. gives her the sculpture back. and they treat it like he gave her a gift of his own like bro SHE gave that to YOU WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????

the one act wade does for ember before the big climax revolves around taking her to see some underwater flowers - it’s a nice sequence, but it’s not a gift that’s exclusively from him. they have to get the cloud lady that called ember a slur to help make an underwater bubble to contain ember. fucking. come ONNNNN

wade dies in the climax of the movie. straight up he evaporates from heat and they’re like “awww he’s gone :(“ and they manage to bring him back but i really wish he stayed dead. would have been worth it if he died. but no. there's so. many weird little things in this movie that make my blood run a little too hot. can the genre of kindergarten racism movies please stop here. i am begging i can't do this again please

completely forgot to mention this at the beginning: my friends and i refer to elemental as "The Movie of All Time" because the concept of "element people" or general element-based characters is such a common story trope within young animators and storytellers (at least in our experiences). the number of pitches we've seen about "this character is made of water/has water abilities and this one's made of fire/has fire abilities and they need to find a way to work together/it's a love story!!!" is uncountable. we could not believe this movie was a real pixar production when it was first announced we thought it was a joke

in conclusion. i wish i had another canned margarita halfway through elemental. might have been bearable that way

[sidemenxyn]

Harry & Y/n moments caught on camera!

Tw: language, minor injury, alcohol/mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, blood and I believe that’s it!

Afab reader

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There is a clip of Harry on stream and you had just come back from Starbucks. You walked into the room and saw Harry on stream and tried to be quiet. Harry turned around after hearing the door open and closed, he smiled “Hey Y/n” you smiled “Hi Haz.” Harry mentioned “don’t worry about being quiet, ok?” You smiled and nodded. Walking over to him you handed him a drink as he looked up at you “is this for me?” You smiled “yeah, got it just before I left so it should be still warm.” He beamed with excitement, smiling he stood up and gave you a kiss “thank you babe.” “Your welcome, I’m just gonna sit on the bed and watch you stream.” He smiled and nodded as he loves your company when he streams.

One time your were streaming later in the evening, you were streaming because Harry had a few of the boys over and they were watching the ufc. So you decided to stream and let them do what they want. And of course Harry and the boys had a few drinks so he was a bit tipsy. One thing about Harry is when he’s drunk he can get clingy. So when the ufc was done he went straight to your office room. You heard a knock, so you spun in your chair and asked “yeah?!” Harry opened the door. You smiled “hey Harry, you ok?” He nodded and asked “can I join you?” You smiled and nodded. Standing up as he walked over and sat in the chair you were sitting in seconds ago. You sat on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled “what you up to?” You replied “I am making a zoo.” He asked “give me a tour.” As you were giving him a your you can already see the fan edits and the chat spamming cute things. Every so often he would give you a kiss on the cheek.

It was in the cold vs hot football video ChrisMD filmed, you and Harry were on the cold team. And for a forfeit if you missed a goal, you’d remove a item of clothing. And as you already had your coat and sweatpants off you were now in your leggings and T-shirt. It was now your go and sadly you missed the goal. So you walked back over to Harry, Reev, Ethan and Chris. You asked Harry to hold your mic while you took your shirt off. You looked at the camera and joked “Chris is trying to kill us with hypothermia!” You laughed with the boys as you slipped your shirt off. Now wearing your sports bra and leggings. You shivered, Harry saw that so he walked over to you and hugged you from behind and put your hands in his coat pockets. This was another fan edit filled moment.

You both were filing gta with the boys, since you play the game more than Harry, you were better. So when you were done with the race, you could hear Harry going off on his antics about the game. So being the amazing girlfriend you are, you went to his office. You sneaked in and took the controller, shushing Harry as he giggled too loudly and he flew up three podiums. The boys grew suspicious and asked ‘if Y/n was doing it’ he replied “nah just got that random motivation from somewhere.” You then got him to forth place.

You both were cooking for your channel, when Harry grabbed some flour and at first he made lines as a ‘drug joke’ making it look like cocaine. You laughed “Harry don’t do that to the fucking flour!” You both were laughing the whole time. Then he glanced at the camera, a mysterious glance that turned into a flour war. He threw some flour in you, not even a second later you both burst out into a flour war. What made it even funnier was that Calfreezy just came home from going out. And when he saw all the flour and the two culprits, his jaw dropped “what the fuck are you pair up to?” It was like a parent finding their kids doing something they shouldn’t be doing. What a chaotic video that was.

In a sidemen video, you two were on the same team. It was the America holiday one. You, Tobi, Harry and JJ were sitting outside with the camera crew. Making some s’mores, you all heard a bear growling. Harry jumped and screamed so did JJ, you and Tobi were laughing. You spread your arms out and stood in front of Harry “I’ll protect you Harry!” You all heard it louder again this time you jumped; Harry grabbed you and pulled you into him out of reaction. You grabbed the second baseball bat, you all ran towards the door and tried opening to find out it was just the speaker. You shouted “fucking scared the living shit out of me!”

You and Harry attended Chip’s pub crawl video and as a forfeit Harry had to do karaoke. So to ease his nerves of singing in front of a crowd, you did it too. You both sang ‘Mr.Brightside’ and you were loving and so did Harry. He found some confidence with you there and doing it with him. So this made the video and made it the ‘wholesome part’ and yes, more edits!!

You were making some food, when you had cut your hand with a knife. It wasn’t a big cut but it did bleed. So you ran into your shears bedroom, forgetting Harry was streaming. You ran into the bathroom and went to the sink and started running the water. Harry was concerned and asked “are you alright, Y/n?” You said “I cut my hand while cutting potatoes.” You and Harry can’t stay serious with anything so as you both stared at each other for a moment you both started laughing. Yes it hurt a bit but laughing made it somewhat better. Harry spoke “how the fuck did you manage that? Were you cutting with your eyes close?” You laughed “I did blink when it happened so? Kinda?”

“HARRY!” You shouted all the way from the living room. He was streaming once again. He ran into the living room thinking your hurt or something. He sees you in a ball on the sofa “what?! You ok?!” You pointed to the other side of the sofa. That’s when Harry’s eyes met the massive spider on the sofa just next to where you were sitting. “What am I supposed to do?!” “I don’t know?! Kill it?!” “I’m not kill-” “just do something!” He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. That’s when the spider thought it was funny and crawled towards you. You jumped off the sofa and ran over to Harry, your hearts beating fast and your somehow out of breath. You hid behind Harry as he got the spider and placed it outside the front door. You closed the door quickly and went back to watching your show. Harry walks back in and continues his stream. The chat kept asking what happened so he explained “a fucking spider was on the couch next to Y/n, so obviously I had to deal with it and then it crawled at her.” He looked at the camera and giggled.

You both were in a sidemen reacts with Tobi and Simon, watching worlds biggest animals (you can see where this is going…) and as Harry did the intro he added “low and behold, Y/n’s mums on screen” and of course it was a fat animal. You gasped loudly and joked “right! I’ll come beat you up, you know!” Simon asked “isn’t Harry in Guernsey?” You replied “and so am I, I’m upstairs.” Meanwhile Tobi is laughing his head off. You said “hey, wait till my mum sees this, she’s gonna beat you up next time she sees you.” Your all laughing to the point you almost can’t breath. And yes, your mum did (playfully) punch Harry when you all met up.

[yoursjaeyun]

missing you — lee heeseung.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

wc: 1740+

sypnosis. your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, world tours, anything an idol does. you want to spend time with him again, like when you two first met. where did those times go? what if he forgot about you? do you regret dating him? will this be the last time you’ll meet him?

warnings. one-shot, smut, (minors strictly dni), explicit language, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, (both receiving) a little angst (?), overuse of nicknames, a little crying. please tell me if i need to add more.

featuring. chaewon of le sserafim.

a/n. AAAAA i’m genuinely am excited for all of you guys to read my first ever fic !! (more like a drabble since its really short but anyway sjsj) this was actually really rushed because i finished more than half of it in a week 🥲 i will keep proof-reading it over and over again because there maybe some spelling mistakes 🙈 but other than that, i hope you all enjoy reading, and thank you for waiting so patiently 🥹 ugh i love you guys sm. and also as a beginner, thanks to the people who helped me a lot when i was struggling <33 ok i should stop talking, have fun reading <3333 (and i apologise if the smut part starts really quickly 😭)

read needing you for the continuation of this fic, thank you lovelies <3

your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, and obviously with his world tours coming up with flying overseas, fan meetings, etc. it was hard dating someone who was an idol.

it was only a matter of seconds when you finally got to meet him again, you missed everything, his touch, his kisses, his love. at the point, you wanted it to all be over. knowing nothing would change. nobody was there for you anymore, except for your one and only bestfriend.

“why do you look so down today? thinking about your boyfriend hm?” chaewon said breaking the silence, looking you up and down. “i don’t know chae, what if he’s flirting with other girls? did he forget about me? what if he cheated?” you spat out, sighing after.

“okay hold on, forgetting you? after the two of you lovebirds doing it for the first time ever on my bed? theres no way.” she scoffed.

“god chaewon, please for fuck’s sake, stop talking about that.” you rolled your eyes at her as she chuckled.

 “heard from jake that he’s free after their concert tomorrow, why don’t you meet him then?” you sat up properly after hearing what she said.

 “yeah, maybe i will.”

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 it was the next day, and of course you wanted to look good in front of him after months, you chose to wear his favourite perfume, following with his favourite outfit.

you were sitting in the waiting room waiting for him to come out, ‘5 minutes left’ you thought. you then heard cheering and muffling sounds outside the room, making you jump,  fixing your hair and posture quickly.

“y/n?” he entered the room. “heeseung..” running up to hug him, inhaling his scent already making you melt in his touch. “i missed you so, so much.” your eyes became teary as he stroked your hair along with his other hand on your waist.

“baby..” he lifted your face with his index finger to stare at your eyes. “was i gone for too long?” you nodded. “i’m so sorry my love.” he whispered as he wiped your tears with his thumb before kissing your temple.

you instantly got touchy with him, you missed him so much to the point where you couldn’t control yourself the second you saw him walk in. you didn’t want to do it straight away, you didn’t want him to think the relationship is all just about sex. of course there was more to it.

but you desperately needed him so bad.

“let me make it up to you.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned closer, moving his hand to cup your cheek, he pulled your face in, your lips were inches away from eachother. “i’m here now, baby, its okay.” he whispered against your lips, then pressing them into yours.

 his words making you flutter, you slowly closed your eyes as the kiss went from being passionate, to just slightly aggressive. but he didn’t want to hurt you. stepping back a little giving him signs to go on the couch behind because of how your fresh blisters from your heels was killing you.

it wasn’t too long until he had already hovered over you, you put your hands on his shoulders to push him up with a little force as you then straddled his lap, his hands were roaming all over your body, tilting your head to the side to be able to give him more access inside your mouth, your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, he let out a whimper against your lips as you deepened the kiss.

he removed his hand from your waist to unbutton your shirt, undressing you. throwing your shirt to the side, he slowly moved his hand to your back, feeling his cold fingertips making you hum in his mouth. without hesitation, he unclasped your bra finally revealing your swollen boobs and your hard nipples. he then kissed down to your jaw, neck, then your chest, closing his mouth around one nipple, pushing his tongue down firmly as he licked your bud.

your head fell back in pleasure, sighing against his ear. “hee..” his other hand played with your other boob while he sneakily tries to slip off your skirt, you realised what he was doing so you helped him by lifting yourself up slightly for him to slip it off more easily. you sat back down feeling his bulge right through underneath your panties making you whimper, his hands were all over your body once again.

you gasped as he connected his lips onto yours again, his arms hugging your waist to pull you closer, your fingers ran through his hair vaguely pulling it, eliciting a groan from him. heeseung hovered you again making your back hit the couch. “fuck, your so pretty.. my pretty.” he whispered against your lips. he pulled over his shirt as well before leaning back to you, kissing you feverishly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping his soft face as your teeth clashed together.

he went back down to your breasts, taking as much as he can. “heeseung..” you sighed. “what is it baby?” you tried catching your breath before saying anything. “i need words, sweetheart.” “i— i want you to fuck me so b- bad.. please.” you were getting impatient. “not yet.” he smirked as he started to kiss down your stomach, tugging on your waistband before pulling them off steadily. his fingers ran down your folds as you held back your moans.

“so fucking wet. only for me.” he gave soft kisses on your thighs before spreading them apart to be able to get a more clearer view of your pussy. you looked down seeing him smirk before he dived into your hole, you heaved biting back your lips, refusing to let out a moan so nobody can hear from outside the room. but luckily, heeseung locked the door earlier. “nuh-uh, i wanna hear it baby.” and so you obeyed, letting out the most angelic moans he had ever heard as he continued, his tongue going back and forth deep in and out of your hole eagerly.

you felt his nose prod against your folds everytime he buried his tongue deep inside. lapping at all the juices from every place. heeseung wanted to show how much he missed you, seeing you cry before made him feel worse about never seeing you again as he also felt the same.

he looked up as your eyes were closed shut from the extreme pleasure, his hands went to pat your hip in an assuring way. he decided to add a finger in to help you reach your high, along with his tongue synchronizing with it too. “hee, i’m s-so close, ah..” you squirmed, hearing your moans made him go faster, eating you out thoroughly.

you came all over his tongue, including his fingers. you looked down at him as he licked every corner of his mouth that still had your cum on it. you were now out of breath, but a part of you wanted to keep going.

“are you okay, baby?” heeseung went back up to you worriedly, he pushed away your sweaty strands, as you nodded at his question, not being able to say anything from how good your orgasm felt. “lets continue on later, okay?” you shook your head furiously, wanting to do everything right then and there. cupping his cheeks as you pulled him in for another kiss, tasting yourself from the leftover juices mixed with your cum in his mouth.

he pulled away from the kiss, standing up to take his shirt off and to unbuckle the belt to his pants. “heeseung, i need you so bad.” you muttered. “beg for it, princess.” he said climbing back on top of you again. “please.” you said staring at him with your hazy eyes. he stroked his cock a few times before lining it up in front of your entrance.

“good girl, my good girl.” he was already halfway in, but you were already a moaning mess. you dug your nails on his shoulders as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips into your swollen hole. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

“your so fucking tight, baby.” ending his sentence with a low grunt. with all the strength you have left in your body, you pushed him up with both hands, straddling his lap again. you gasped feeling that it was more bigger when you sat down on him. “ride me.” he uttered against your ear. you complied to his words, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock.

now you doing all the work, heeseung gets to see how absolutely beautiful you look while riding him. “yeah, just like that, fuck.” he moaned as he threw his head back from how good you felt. your hands were on his knees, giving him a perfect view of your body. he took one hand from your waist to roll it on your boob, making you moan. “i missed you so fucking much.” he then pulled you in by your waist ending up in another kiss session, you didn’t have any energy left in yourself, but you wanted to do it for him trying your best to move while passively kissing him.

“heeseung, i’m close..” you whimpered against his lips. “i’m close too, fuck.” you both released at the same time as both your heads fell back together, the room filled with your moans. you plopped on his sweaty chest, not being able to move from how tired you are, he lifted your head up pushing away your sweaty strands of hair from your face, and wiping your tears, then pulling you in, gently kissing your forehead. “did you miss me that much?” he chuckled.  “so much.” you answered, leaving soft kisses on his neck.

“please don’t leave me again, hee.” he smiled at your words, realising how lucky he is to have you. “let’s get you cleaned up.” you nodded.

“come home with me, please..” you talked, but he didn’t want to answer because he can’t promise you. knowing this’ll be the last time you’ll both meet eachother. the next day he’ll have to leave you alone again for months, months that could turn into years.

and the day that your relationship will be over.

YOURSJAEYUN est. 2022. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[aromantisk-fagforening]

Ok but yeah, an introduction post to all the new people!

I am Ink. I am aroace, romance repulsed, sex indifferent and nonpartnering. My pronouns are he/him and lee/lem/lis/lemself and xe/xem. Genderwise you can consider me like a guy, but a guy that also really likes to be referred to with gender neutral terms.

I am a Norwegian person who likes language learning, music and politics. I also like bragging about being aro and aroace. I read a lot so check out the #bookblogging tag for that (I also talk about that a lot on mastodon).

I post a lot about music on my sideblog @music-fan . I am a big fan of car seat headrest, and tons of different Midwest Emo bands. More too, but that's like 90% of my posts there.

I have a mastodon account. Not sure I want to tell everyone to follow there, but it exists if you want to like be friends friends who talk. It's not a parasocial social media really. My url there is @/ink@/turtle.garden.

Reasons you might want to unfollow me

I don't have my age public. (If you have minors/majors DNI I assume you're gonna unfollow.)

I support trans people, which includes both trans men and trans women. (cause apparently this is controversial). (no I don't think trans women being oppressed means trans men aren't, and not the opposite either)

I don't have a stance in neither syscourse nor shipcourse. (not at all involved in the shipping world, and syscourse I just don't want to) (though to be clear I don't support harassment or fakeclaiming or anything like that for syscourse)

I support Palestine

I don't condemn Hamas - not because the lives of the israeli civilians they killed don't matter, they do matter - but because Hamas is the organization/government/political party fighting for Palestine and it's not like they were breaking some long peace, it's not like the idf hasn't killed more civilians

I don't believe in the death penalty. (except maybe for people who commited crimes against humanity).

that's all I can think of but yeah.

And if you're interested in being friends, I really like being social! Just hmu in the DMs or asks. It's very much cool :)

@unionize-aromantically

[beauspot]

Loki Matters a Lot to Me *Long Post*

If you go on my page you’ll see that I’ve never posted about the Loki show or Lokius before so you might be wondering why now that the show is (probably) over? I always liked this show, and I considered myself a fan but coming out of it I wasn’t shipping anyone.

Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed the dynamic Loki and Mobius had but I was just happy to have Loki alive so I savored that. Also I sensed some history with Mobius and Ravonna which I still think exists. I found all of the characters interesting. That includes this season but something about season 2 was different for me and I couldn’t figure out why.

Why did this show affect me so much? Why did this second season affect me so much? And particularly why did this ship, Lokius, affect me so much?

To understand where I'm coming from you should probably understand that first of all I am queer and even before I knew I was queer I had a want for queer representation. For me oddly enough it started with Owen Wilson in Night at the Museum. Jedtavius was a pairing I didn't even realized I shipped til I was older. The enemies to lovers thing was so cute and it pretty much got confirmed in the last movie.

(Just inconspicuously having your cowboy character quote Brokeback Mountain no big deal.)

I enjoy a good ship. As I got older however I began to crave real queer representation and I was lucky enough to find it in places like Steven Universe

And Adventure TIme

Then as I reached my mid to late teens I was able to see films like Brokeback, But I'm a Cheerleader, First Girl I Loved, The Miseducation of Cameron Post etc. Seeing these made me feel more secure in my sexuality.

Of course along the way I got dragged into non canon ships some of which were queerbait like Stucky or even worse, Stormpilot/Finnpoe.

The malicious part about all of these ships is the teams behind them waving these pairings out in front of people like a dog with a bone, hoping to draw them in to get their money knowing they had no intention of following through.

And I have become disillusioned with that. I have also become annoyed with fans of straight ships that oppose those queer ships acting like we're reaching.

I bring this up because there is a certain segment of sylkis(not all) and on a broader scale fans of straight ships that have this sense of persecution because fans of a queer pairing don't like their ship. It's weird and I am tempted to say it stems from homophobia. If you simply don't enjoy a ship that's fine. There are queer ships I despise, but try and assess where that hatred comes from.

There is a language that conveys romance and it seems like only when there is a minority involved do you guys become unable to understand it. This is an issue within most fandoms when it comes to not only sexuality but race in popular ships. For example, The Bear fandom in regards to Chef's Kiss, but I digress.

When a character feels the need to constantly touch another character that signals something, when a character fixes themselves so they look nice before they see another character that signals something. The way they talk, the way they act, how they are with and without one another says A LOT.

So why is it when we point these things out we get called delusional? Why do I feel like I'm going crazy every time I speak with someone about a queer ship? And why do I always feel the need to justify it?

Straight, white, pairings never have to justify their existence. They just are. Sylvie and Loki can fight, yell at one another, hurt one another, literally be the same fucking person and people will find that ok, but suddenly when people see Loki fixing himself before he meets Mobius we can't see love in that(you’re telling me this isn’t how someone acts when they see their crush unexpectedly)? We can't see loss in Mobius when he can't even do his job anymore now that Loki is gone? We can't grieve what could have been even if we find Loki as the God of Stories cool?

Why?

Mobius is the first person in probably thousands of years to tell Loki he’s not evil and he can be good if he chooses to be. We see how much this means to him. From this point on Loki is attached to Mobius like a puppy. Mobius becomes his person. I find something so refreshing about Mobius calling Loki out but then also offering him a path to redemption. He doesn’t let Loki slide, because he cares about him enough to know he can be better and Loki deserves to be better for himself.

So I was bothered by the way the finale was set up. I know they have the conversation about “the burden of glorious purpose” and often I am honestly a supporter of not everyone gets a happy ending even if they “deserve” it in a storytelling sense. I find the tragedy in that intriguing, but this didn’t feel good to me on a personal level. I didn’t walk away from the finale feeling sad but fulfilled, I walked away from it feeling miserable and empty. And I recognize that I attach myself to characters more than the general populace but I don’t really care? This hurt.

Loki wanted nothing more than for somebody to be there with him, to be for him, to love him and instead he ends up alone. Mobius ends up back in his timeline but he can't go back to his life. A version of him is already there and our Mobius doesn't even remember his children. Mobius doesn't smile at the end because he isn't happy. He's alone. They are alone and realistically there's a high chance these versions of them will never see each other again.

Does Sylvie seem bothered by that? No. She's ready to go live her life. And there’s nothing wrong with that, she took the gift Loki gave to her but Mobius is clearly, deeply hurt by Loki being gone. Because they found purpose in each other. In the order and chaos.

Having watched Good Omens and Our Flag Means Death season 2(along with the movie Bottoms starring Ayo Edebiri which everyone should watch 😁) in the same year I have become quite used to seeing queer rep in my mainstream shows. As the years have passed more and more queer characters are able to take center stage. So even though I knew Disney's track record I still held out hope because even the writer and composer saw the potential in Lokius.

Tom and Owen did too somewhat, but at the end of the day actors don't write the shows.

I think what bothers me most is that Loki is the first queer character in the MCU, we've seen him struggle and grow and learn to love and finally last season his queerness was made explicit (more than in Thor Ragnarok where he like fucked the Grandmaster or something). And they immediately paired him off with a version of himself.

Loki isn't gay so I'm not saying he had to end up with a man or anything you can be queer and end up with someone who is a gender different than yours my issue is a broader one which is, this story wasn't made to validate bi/pan people who date the opposite sex or whatever it was made to close Loki off to any other possibilities. One of those being Mobius.

Rewatching season 1 this decision is exacerbated because there are moments where they could have had him flirt with a man like when he was D.B. Cooper and boom we have on screen rep, but they decided “nah let’s just have him say it one time and then never acknowledge it again.” Again I want to reiterate, you can be queer and not be in a same gender relationship, but this is a television character. We don’t know their innermost thoughts like we’re reading a book we have to take them at their actions and we never got the opportunity for our first queer character to express that(at least in his own show because remember the grandmaster, but somehow that feels worse).

The executive producer recently came out and said Loki and Mobius were always meant to be platonic because they were trying to dismantle toxic masculinity by portraying “platonic male friendships”. A phrase I have grown to hate over the years because ALL WE EVER SEE ARE PLATONIC MALE FRIENDSHIPS. This is another parallel with issues I have with The Bear in which the cast and crew were like “why can’t women and men just be friends?” but only in reference to the black girl. Back to the topic at hand though.

Have you ever met a queer person who acknowledges they’re queer once and then never talks about it again? Especially someone with as much showmanship as Loki? Does that make sense to anybody? Even if he ultimately ended up with Sylvie(which I wouldn’t have liked but I digress) that would have been enough for me.

But instead we had this troubled character give up everything and everyone they love to sit on a throne they didn’t even want so that their friends could have a choice. So that they could have a life. And again I can find beauty in that, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I won’t pretend I do.

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sidenote ouroboros is so autistic tell me i’m wrong. he’s literally an autistic with no experience of ableism just pure autistic sunshine.

[arent-i-the-fairest]

can i request readers calling the dorm leaders more “feminine” nicknames? like doll, doll face, princess etc

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬(𝐞𝐬) <𝟑

author’s note : hehe thank you so much to everyone who suggested some nicknames for this!! you were a great help! and thank you anon for requesting, i really enjoyed writing this! ♡

riddle rosehearts

“oh, so you’re here. so glad you could make it to the unbirthday party.” riddle smiles, taking a seat next to you.

“i would be breaking a rule if i didn’t show up, wouldn’t i? but, i suppose respecting the queen’s rules isn’t the only reason i come here— i like seeing you!” you flick his ahoge. “—my queen.”

gets all shy for a moment, asking “why not just stick to the ‘regular’ nicknames?”— no, don’t look so disappointed! he didn’t say that he doesn’t like them! . . but h-hey, don’t go around telling everyone he loves them, either!

but jokes aside, he doesn’t mind them! thinks they’re quite cute, actually— but he has a lot of trouble admitting it. he absolutely won’t tell you which ones he likes the most, but you don’t even need to ask. you can tell which ones he really likes whenever you call him it— it’s all in his expression! his face goes all pink and he pouts, how cute!

but anyways, yes, his favorites— two of them are sugar and lady! riddle’s a fan of both sappy and fancy-sounding nicknames.

leona kingscholar

“took you long enough to get here.” leona grunts. you laugh, setting your stuff down on his bed. “sorry princess!”

his ears perk up. “… princess?”

squints real hard at you. he’s not sure how he feels, there’s one part of him that goes “i do not care” and another that’s going “but i’m a manly man, u can’t just go around calling me ‘princess’ >:(” —but he decides to tell you knock it off with the nickname. you say no. what does leona do now? shrug his shoulders and say “ok”.

ends up he doesn’t care enough to protest after all. ^ ^ (this is also how most minor conflicts— if you can even call this a conflict??— between the two of you end (＾ω＾) )

but still, he’s nooot really the keenest about these nicknames (or so he says), so he doesn’t have any favorites. won’t even tell you which ones he even slightly likes! boo.

azul ashengrotto

“angelfish, i’m quite sure floyd would be much more willing to horse around with you than i am right now; i’ve got contracts to make.” azul taps his pen against the table.

you fall back into a seat with a sigh. “i thought you were done with those yesterday? no matter, there’s a bigger issue here— and it’s that i’m bored. and don’t wanna play with floyd.” last time you did that, you nearly ended up with a broken rib.

“c’mon, please hang out with me, wifey!”

azul hates being flustered— and these nicknames make him feel exactly that. but he’s so conflicted because he actually likes them and how they sound!! it’s just that he melts every time he hears you call him one— no, it’s not a good thing! he’s a professional yada yada ‘n he can’t let people see him going pink over being called “princess” or somethin’!

but moving on, his favorite nicknames. hmm, i feel that azul’s the type that’s weak for nicknames in foreign languages— especially romance languages. hermosa, bonita, he’s shbdjsbfjsjs

kalim al-asim

“y/nnnn!!” kalim yells, shoving his way through the crowd of people (and giving little apologies every time he bumps into someone)— “y/n! jamil said yes to having that party i was talking about this morning!”

“ohh, kalim! i’m so happy, doll! you bet i’ll show up!”

doesn’t even blink lol. he doesn’t care in the slightest! he uses all sorts of nicknames— more feminine, more masculine, or ambiguous— with pretty much everyone he knows! (as long as they’re okay with it, hehe) so yeah, he’s not all too surprised to hear one like that used on himself! he likes it though!

for kalim’s favorite nicknames!! there’s actually quite a lot, but just two of them are babygirl (unironically)— and wifey!!! (kalim and y/n wedding when?)

vil schoenheit

“hm, i knew i could count on you.” vil smiles, taking some bags from your hands. “thank you kindly for running those errands for me.”

“of course, my queen!”

actually really pleased that you’ve moved to using more feminine nicknames on him, as he finds a lot of them more beautiful (??) like, they just sound prettier, y’know? which means they’re fitting for him!

but while he does find a lot of them pretty or cute, he’s picky with which ones you can call him by! he wants you to stick to more regal sounding ones, so his favorites, of course, include things like my queen, princess, yada yada!

idia shroud

“idia.” you poke at his arm a couple of times, but his gaze on the screen didn’t budge. “idia..” you sigh. he gives you a little pat, hoping it’ll satisfy you. “y/n, i can’t spend a second not playing this— i started grinding for materials a little too late, and this is a limited event! limited!”

“c’mon, at least help me out with this one math question!” you huff. “please, angel?” “—?!”

idia loves being called feminine nicknames, and that is the hill i will die on

.. well, secretly loves being called feminine nicknames. he made a bit of a fuss, going “aaah, hey, that’s embarrassing! i’m a guy, y’know!” as if he wasn’t internally squealing and kicking his feet. he puts up this front pretty much every time you use a “girly” nickname on him, and it always makes you laugh.

idia’s favorite nicknames..? all of them. he’s all over the place.

malleus draconia

(this was all really just supposed to be a prank at first— but you found using the nicknames on him cute, so you kept going with it!)

you ran up to mal, who was just chillin’ at a table, and leaned against it. “hey babygirl.”

straight up just “isn’t that a nickname you’d use on a woman??” and you’ve gotta explain you can really use it for anyone you want— he listens, and boom, malleus is enlightened. and he is all for these nicknames.

—it did take him a minute to get used to them though~ but they grew on pretty quick! he doesn’t really know if it’s because he likes how they sound or because you’re giving them to him out of adoration. probably a mix of both!

malleus is another one who adores all the nicknames! they’re all his favorites!

[dre6ming]

Living for the hope of it all

“I stayed there” series ~ part VIII

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+ <minors dni>, oral ( f receiving), fingering, cursing, strong language, body insecurities, alcohol, anxiety, angst, fluff…. Hope I got it all

Plot: how can you handle the paparazzi when you are just a regular girl? How can you let Austin fully in, when you think you aren’t worthy of him?

Word count: ~6500

Disclaimer: the article at the beginning is made up by me and I don’t believe any of what I said it there, but you get it, fiction . Also this is not proof read so please ignore any mistakes, I’m too tired to check for them now.

Is he still playing Elvis?

"The ‘Elvis’ actor , Austin Butler, is quick to jump from one girl to the next, similar to the king of rock and roll, the 30 year old actor seems to go through lovers so fast that the lines between each relationship blend.

Just the other day, Butler, was photographed in L.A. sharing steamy kisses with a mysterious girl. The two of them had a brief make out session in the stars car and then drove away together. These pictures come out at a time when the actor is still believed to be in a relationship with 20 years old, model Kaia Gerber.

Could Austin have gone too far in his role as Elvis? As we know Presley was a womanizer back in the day and was accused of many infidelities.

No official response has yet to come from Austin or Kaia and the mystery girl remains unidentified, but with how crazy the fans are over the whole ordeal we are sure that won't stay like this for long"

I feel the phone slipping from my hand, but the intercom in the airport announcing the flights, wakes me up and I clench my fingers around the device. This can't me real, but it sure as fuck is. Pictures of me and Austin kissing in his car, right before we drove out. My face is pretty much covered by my hair and Austin's hands, but as the article said, fans usually figure these things out, quite fast. My heart feels like it weights about 300 pounds in my chest. If my mom sees this, I'm done for. If they find out who I am, I'll have this all over me, paparazzi, crazy fans upset I took their chance. My whole career could be ruined. And what if the article speaks the truth, what if he lied? About him and Kaia? Oh god I'm so stupid. Fuck me!

I want to smash the phone on the pavement, jump on it and light it on fire. This article just destroyed everything and it reminded me I'm not enough. If I were a celebrity like him, this would've been water under the bridge, but I'm a commoner, I'm a nobody. I have to keep calm for today, this is Emma's and Betty's day, I have to be ok for them. I can fall apart after they leave for their trip to Bahli, tomorrow. I close the article and wonder if he's seen. Probably not yet, since it's 6am and he's probably sleeping.

Putting my phone on 'do not disturb' I put it at the bottom of my bag and scan the airport for Emma's black hair. Sure enough she's found me before I did her. Walking towards me with a huge smile, I try to fake my bast one for her, ignoring the sting in my eyes. "Emma, it's so good to see you!" I say hugging her tight. "I missed you to flower" as we pull apart and help her with the bags, I laugh at the nickname she gave me years ago. "So when is it going to happen, I can't wait" she squeals, clapping her hands. I stop in my tracks, face shocked. "What- what do you mean?" I ask.

Emma giggles shaking her head. "Come on, flower, you know Betty, she can't keep a secret if her life depended on it. She texted me a picture of the ring a moth ago, she thinks she grabbed my phone and deleted it before I saw, but the message popped up on my computer as well." Letting out a shaky laugh, putting a hand over my heart, I keep on walking towards the car. "I should have known" we laugh as we load her bags in my car. "Yeah, she tried really hard, so don't tell her I know" Emma begs, buckling herself in the passenger seat. "I won't" and as realization hits me, I look at her smiling. "Does this mean, you'll say yes?" Tears of joy gather in my eyes as she nods her head, whipping away some tears as well. We hug tightly and cry together. At some point I don't know it I'm crying happy tears for them or bitter tears for me, but when we bring ourselves back together, I feel so much lighter.

Turning on the car and backing out of the parking lot, I turn the radio on. "So we kinda have to stay away from Betty and the apartment for the whole day" my fingers drum against the steering wheel with the beat of the music. "And our first thing in the list is breakfast." Emma giggles in her seat. "Can I pick where we eat?" She asks and I nod approvingly. "Anywhere that has mimosas, I was told to bring you in slightly buzzed." Throwing her head back laughing, she puts the directions in my gps.

The place she chose is sweet and small, it has those L.A. vibes of nature, fairytale cafe. We order and enjoy a good breakfast, over some juicy gossip about some of her colleagues as well as some of mine. She tells me about the job at the D.A.'s office, Emma is excited to finally score a secure job since finishing law school over a year ago. I tell her about my new cat and she begs me to take her over to the apartment real quick so she can meet the fur ball. I of course decline and tell her she and Betty will have the place all to themselves tonight and she can enjoy meeting Boots later.

After breakfast we drive to the mall, she insists on buying new outfits for the both of us. "We need to look fabulous in my engagement photos, no way are we going to wear something old." Her wish is my command today, so I bite my tongue accepting my fate. If you know Emma, you know, fashion is her favorite thing in the world, so it takes us no less then 4 hours to find something to wear. A blush pink short dress for me, with a decent amount of cleavage showing, but still modest and a champagne gold sequence strappy dress for her. Both are beautiful and suit us perfectly, they are elegant, yet not to over the top, but still not sure if they worth 4 hours of dressing and undressing.

For lunch we decide to eat at the mall and share a pizza. "So what about you, do you have a thing?" Emma asks and I lift a single brow at her. "I don't" as soon as the words leave my mouth, they stab me in the gut. Just a few hours ago me and Austin advanced to the status of boyfriend and girlfriend, but now that I wonder if I'm just a side kick, a curiosity, I can't think of us like that. "Why does it sound like there's more to that?" I try to hide my discomfort with a giggle, drinking some water. "Because you're a lawyer and you are used to reading into everything?" I try to reason with her, but I know she said that, because I'm an open book when it comes to feelings. "Plus today is about you!" I say hoping that she would drop it. Closing her eyes and putting her arms up in defense she gives up on the topic.

We decide best way to kill some more hours is to just go and watch a movie. I have to clench my fists and bite back my fight as she suggests that we go watch Elvis, since the movie is still in cinema and she hasn't seen it. Emma doesn't know about Austin, I mean she knows about Austin my ex, that broke my heart, but she doesn't know it's the same Austin, that's stareing me down form the Elvis movie poster. He's barely recognizable, jet black hair and sideburns, chin up, looking confidently at the camera. Sometimes I really wish that I could hate him, Ive tried but that's just something I couldn't do, my heart knows what the truth is.

Shaking my head I look away from the poster as Emma comes up with the tickets in hand, giggling like a little kid. "Ok child, let's go, I'll buy you a lollipop" I say patting her back. After the lollipop is bought, we walk inside the cinema and take our spots. Anxiety I bubbling in the pit of my stomach, as the intro starts, knowing I'll be watching two and a half hours of Austin dressed as Elvis.

When the movie ends I find myself once again crying, because I know that the Austin who made this masterpiece is not the fit for me, he needs more, he always needed more. It hurts that I let him back in my life, it hurts that I wanted him back and I can't have him. I try to collect myself and walk out of the cinema, listening to Emma babbling about the movie and how much she loved it. I'm walking and I'm talking, but it feels like I'm not there. I've only felt like this once in my life, after...well by now we all know, after what.

Me and Emma quickly change outfits in the mall's bathroom and she does a little makeup number on both of us. She takes a couple of mirror selfies and we are on our way. The drive to the dinner where the engagement will take place, is filled with laughter and singing. When we get there we are both in hysterics, laughing so hard you can probably hear us for miles away. "Come on lets turn you into a mrs" I say and grab Emma by the hand, walking her in.

After a beautiful speech and some more crying, everyone is enjoying some champagne, before the cake. Betty approaches me, her smile is huge and contagious. "So I don't want to rain on your parade, but as I was getting the apartment ready for my night with Emma, thanks by the way for letting us use it." I wave her off. "Just wash the sheets after" she laughs blushing, getting a bit lost in thought, probably about their unholy activities that are to come. "Sure, sure, but as I was saying, I was busy getting the apartment ready, when a certain blonde dude knocked on the door. He looked like he had been crying and to be honest I think he was still in his pajamas. Anyway he asked for you, said you aren't answering any of his texts or calls." My hand start to sweat and I have to grab the champagne glass a little harder for it not to slip out of my grasp. "Ok, and what did you say?" I ask clearing my throat, hoping to rid of the lump there, but it doesn't work. "I told him, you were out busy the whole day. He then asked when he could come back to talk to you and I said you're spending the night over at your parents. He didn't say anything more and than left thanking me." I nod, brushing some hair behind my ear. "Ok" Betty looks concerned at me. "What happened? I was asleep last night when you came back, but you seemed happy this morning." I shake my head, tonight , is her night, not mine, we can drop me for now. She gets that without having me say it and drops the subject for now.

Hugging her and Emma I say my congratulations and walk out to my car. I'm tired as it is and I have a two hour drive ahead of me, from the dinner to my parents house. I try not to think about anything else other than driving safe. When I get home, using my spare key I get in. All the lights are out, which means that my parents are sleeping, so as quietly as I can, I make my way to my bedroom. Taking a quick shower kinda helps me, but still there's a undeniable ache in me. Coming back to my room dressed in a towel I open the balcony door to let some fresh air in and then quickly changing into my pajamas.

Slipping into bed and turning off the bedside lamp, I try to sleep, but I can't. As preoccupied as I am with my own thoughts, the sound of footsteps outside my window, makes the hairs stand up on my arms. Leaving o the ground floor it's easy to climb in and out of my bedroom, over the balcony. Grabbing whatever I find on my nightstand to use as a weapon, I make my way out in the balcony. I almost let out a scream, before the figure climbing the balcony, lunched forward and covers my mouth with their hand. I try to hit the person with what I took from my nightstand, but they are faster and catch my arm, before I can even touch them. A chuckle escapes the person and I recognize it immediately, but my body is still on alert mode. "Oh fuck, no, (y/n), it's me, it's Austin, don't cry! I'm sorry."

Slowly the hand holding my arm, from hitting him, comes down to my waist and the hand covering my mouth, cups my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and try to relax a bit in his arms. "Shh, all this time and you still haven't gotten any better at self defense, baby!" He chuckles and I look at my hand to see that I'm holding a hairbrush, not a very effective weapon. I get out of his arms, suddenly annoyed at his presence. Walking back in my room I sit on the bed and put the hairbrush down. "Can we talk?" He asks whispering. "You need to go, if my mom-"

"No, we need to talk, you've been dodging my calls and text, I know you must of read that piece of shit" he says brushing his hands through his hair. "Was it?" I ask and he looks confused. "Was it what?" Austin asks, I like that he's keeping the distance between us, it's easier to think if I don't have his arms around me. "A piece of shit? Because I don't know-"

"Know what?" He interrupts me, his voice raising a bit. "Keep your voice down!" I scold him. "I can't have that Austin, I'm a regular person, I will work a regular job, where I'll have to help people. I can't have paparazzi chasing me and fans trying to tag me down." I say and I can see that every word hurts him, but I don't know if it's because he knows I'm right or because he disagrees. "I know, I should've been more careful, I'm sorry." He tries to come closer but I don't let him, putting a hand up to stop him. He falls to his knees a few steps in front of me. "It's not your fault, I'm just not what you need. Maybe you can fix this, you know, call the model back, try and make it work with her, she'd be-" he grabs my small hands in his, clutching them to his chest, blue eyes pleading with me in the dark. "No, don't, please, she's not you. I beg you (y/n), don't do this to me, not over a gossip page headline." I close my eyes. I can't look at him like this, it hurts too much.

"You were right to break up with me, I would've only hold you back-" my voice breaks as a sob makes it's way through my mouth. "Not true, if you were there, I wouldn't have spend the past 7 months since I've been done with the movie, in therapy, constantly trying to reach back to who I was. When I'm with you I'm the best version of myself." I try to take my hands out of his, but he's so much stronger and he pulls me off the bed onto his lap. Wiggling around to get away from him, I give up when his strength overwhelms me. "Austin I can't love you again, I'm afraid I'm not enough!" I say trying to keep quiet. My mom walking in on this is the last thing I need right now. "You are so much more than enough, it's my fault for not making it clear enough, but I don't want a girl who knows how to deal with the media, I want my girl, my girl who always makes me laugh. My girl who always teaches me new things. My girl who can't cook to save her life, but is the biggest culinary critic I've ever met. My girl who can talk you into loving the same things as her, because she has such a way of making everything sound 10 times better than it is. My girl who can recite the whole Taylor Swift discography in one breath. My girl who's touch I crave all the time, who's lips taste like oranges and who's hair smells like propolis and burnt pear. All I've ever wanted is my girl and that girl is you!"

I look into his eyes, his face is tilted up and tears are slowly rolling down each side. My mouth opens and closes, I can't speak, I think I've lost that ability. No one's ever spoken like that about my. I bring my head down and kiss his tears away, taking care of each cheek, making sure they're equally loved. Then I make my way to his lips. I hover there a moment, keeping our lips close, but not close enough to touch. Austin is frozen in place, his hands holding mine close to his chest, eyes closed and lips slightly open. I touch my lips to his, both of us sighing into the kiss. Neither of us moves and we just stay like that, lips touching moving over one another. It's slow, full of emotions, my heart is pounding in my ears, my stomach hurts and all of my muscles feel petrified. But then his hands let go of mine and hug my back, bringing my chest flush with his. I tangle my fingers in the soft locks of hair on his head. The kiss becomes fluid, hands are everywhere, touching everything, pulling at clothes and giving goosebumps everywhere they touch skin.

I put my arms around his neck and hug him tightly, hiding my face in his neck. Austin's breath is coming in short gasps as he holds onto me. "I want you!" I say breathless. I wait for him to respond, but he doesn't. Struggling, I concentrate on his still shallow breath to keep me sane. "Are you sure?" Austin speaks so low I have to make an effort to hear. "Yes!" I'm sure, I need him. I want him. I'm done of holding back, I'm done questioning everything. "I believe you Austin and as much as I try to fight it, I know that I can't ever leave you." His lips crash against mine, kissing me hungrily and there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around my waist, pulling me closer if that was possible. Heat rose up to my chest and all my senses unfurled as the taste of him nearly silenced all my thoughts. Nearly, because the sudden thought that we're still in my childhood bedroom with my mom sleeping down the hall, washes over me like cold water.

"Wait!" I push against his chest and he looks at me panting, pupils blown with lust and lisp red from all the kissing. "What's wrong?!" Austin is panicked, scared of what made me stop. I smile viciously and I see him relaxing a bit. "My mom is sleeping down the hall, we can't, not here at least" there's a glimmer in his eyes as the last few words leave my lips. He chuckles and pushes some of his hair back. "Wanna run away?" I laugh and cover my mouth to make sure I keep quiet. But as I look at him I see that his serious, not an ounce of joke on his features. "You're serious?" I ask and the breath gets caught in my chest when he grinds me over his hips. "Serious as I'll ever be. If this is what you want?" One of his hands stroked my hair as he starts to kiss my skin, leaving a warm feeling everywhere his lips touched. I tremor at his actions and I move my hips against his, moaning before I can stop myself. "Yes, please!" I say out of breath, like I just ran a marathon. I feel him smile against my skin and when he giggles his hot breath fans over my exposed skin. "Ok, come one!"

Austin gets up and pulls me with him. He starts walking to the balcony and I follow him, but then I remember I need my things. "Wait, I need my things." I say as I move frantically around the room, trying to rid it of any evidence that I was here. With my arms full, I drop half of what I'm carrying in his arms. "Ok, you ready?" He asks smirking at me. Nodding, I wait for him to jump over and then he helps me do the same. As stealthy as possible we sneak to his car, but before I get in, I remembered my own car. "I need to drive my own car, they can't know I was here!" I whispered. His brows draw together in confusion. "Didn't they see you when you came?" I shake my head. "They were asleep, I only got here like an hour ago." I explain and he just nods. "Ok, just drive close behind me, all right?" I nod and go to my car, getting in with shaky limbs. I take a minute to breathe and then I hear Austin's car start, so I do the same with mine to make sure I can keep up, even though I know where he lives, right now I need to be as close to him as possible. I can't believe this is really happening, but there's no one else I could've seen myself doing this with.

Thankfully he doesn't live too far away from my parents house and it's just a 15 minute drive. I can't park my car faster and I almost scream at my stupid seatbelt, for not unbuckling fast enough. I get out of the car at the same time as him and I walk up to him, making an effort to stop myself from running to him. Austin's hands catch my face and I hug his waist. It's a mess of lips meeting teeth and tongue. My knees go weak and my skin feels like it's on fire, despite the chilly air outside. His hands travel down my body and reach the back of my thighs. "Jump!" He takes his lips away from mine for long enough to say that and then his back, calming my mouth again hungry and intense. I do as told and jump up , wrapping my leg around his waist. I'm so caught up in the feeling of his arms wrapped around my frame, that I don't feel is move until my back meets a wall and the cold seeps through my thin tank top making me shiver. "Fuck, I have to unlock the door" I laugh at how angry it makes him, that he as to stop what we're doing to do something as simple as unlocking the door.

I start to get off of him, but his hands hold my legs in place and he shakes his head. "Stay!" He says. I feel one of his hands move to the front of his pants. Austin grunts in frustration when the key doesn't seem to want to fit in the hole. "Fucking shit!" He curses under his breath and I giggle at him. Putting my hand over his shaking one, I help him put the key in the hole and in a second the door is unlocked and slammed open. "What would I do without you?" He asks smiling up at me. "Fuck on the front porch?" I say shrugging my shoulders. "Someday, sure, you just wait!" I'd laugh if he didn't look so serious right about now. I feel his chest shake with laughter as he wraps his arms around my waist to hold me close as he walks inside, closing the door behind him. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you Butler, I might take you out on that" I whispered in his ear and his whole body gets tense. "Such a tease, who would've thought." He says clicking his tongue. I giggle pressing my lips to the shell of his ear.

When we get to his bedroom he slowly crawls on the bed, with me tightly wrapped around him. Then my back hits the fluffy bed and it all feels so real. He must of felt that I was worrying, because he turns my face to look at him. "We go as far as you want, ok? You have the lead here, baby. I'm all yours!" He says kissing the top of my nose, making my heart skip a beat. I nod and bring him in for a kiss, his body resting over mine, bringing in a new kind of warmth. I feel safe and hungry, but not hungry for food, hungry for his touch, for him to melt into me. Before I become aware of my fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, feeling his skin, soft and radiating heat.

I gasp at the feeling of his hips slowing moving against mine. "Ah, Austin, please!" I say moving his shirt up so I can finally bare his chest. His lips trail kisses from the corner of my mouth, over my jaw, down my neck, stopping there a little longer to suck and lick, making me move under him, trying to get my hips to meet his. I can feel him through his sweatpants and when his crotch grinds over mine, is hypnotic, the feeling building in my lower belly. When his calloused hands move under my top, raising it up, my breath picks up, his mouth is busy leaving open-mouthed, soft-lipped kisses over the tender flesh of my shoulder. Before the material goes up, over my breasts his stops. "Can I?" He ask and I somehow manage to moan a breathy 'yes'.

When Austin throws the garment somewhere in the room and I'm bare in front of him, I try to cover myself, but he stops me. "You are you beautiful, please never hide from me, (y/n)." He goes back to planting wet kisses all over my shoulder and then he slowly moves down. My hands fly up to his hair, as he sucks one of my nipples in his mouth. It's feels so good, I throw my head back and moan, pulling on his hair. He growls against me and I feel the vibrations rummage in my chest. One of his hands is holding my hips in place, while the other massages the breast that's not in his mouth, twisting the nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers. "Austin, baby, feels so good!" I hum, drunk on the pleasure. His mouth switches places with his hand, showing both of my breasts the same kind of love. "You make such pretty noises." He moans against my nipple and I fight his grip, to grind my hips up into him. "Please!" I'm begging for his to do more, to touch me more. I can feel him smile and I tug his hair.

Austin leaves open-mouthed kisses all over my stomach and when he reaches my shorts, hooking two fingers in the waist band, he looks up at me. His eyes are so full of lust, there's barely any blue left. "I'm going to take these off, can I?" I nod frantically, brushing the hair out of my face. "Yes, please!" I pant. He takes them off slowly, along with my panties. Getting off of the bed, he takes off my shoes, which I still had on and then starts to undress himself. I look away, feeling my cheeks burn. "Don't look away, look at me." I look at him, but I keep my eyes fixed on his. That is of course until he moves down to take his own shoes off and discard the pants and boxers, that pooled at his feet. Wow, he's beautiful, all of him. Sure I've seen men naked before, I'm going to be a doctor, so anatomically the human body is no mystery. But I've never felt like this like I want to touch and memorize every inch of him, like I want to know the way every patch of skin feels under my lips.

He climbs on top of me, hands holding my waist, and lips hungrily engulfing mine. I can feel him hard against my belly and I move under him, causing my skin to touch his penis. He moans into the kiss. "I want to kiss you here." He says, one of his big hands cupping my pussy. I shudder at the new sensation, bucking against his hand. "Yes, please, Austin" licking his lips he moves down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my thighs to keep them open. The position suddenly makes me feel nervous and shy, so I try to close my legs but he won't allow it. Feeling me move his eyes snap up at me. "You ok? Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head, trying to find the right words to say. "No, just, I'm not pretty Austin, it's just, you looking at me like this, what if, I mean, I'm not-" I can't make sense of what I'm saying but he understands. "You are the most beautiful girl, (y/n), I love every bit of you. I love you belly" he goes over to kiss my belly, grazing the skin with his teeth and making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. "I love you thighs" he says and moves to kissing over my hip all the way to my inner thighs. Making me squirm underneath his touch. Austin is kissing, biting and licking everywhere, everywhere, but where he promised. "Austin please!" I whine, buckling my hips up.

First I feel his hot breath and then I feel his soft, warm lips, kissing and sucking. Then his hot tongue licks at me. I whimper, pulling at his hair with one hand, the other one, grabbing the sheets. "So sweet, keep making those pretty noises baby, you sound heavenly." He praises me, going back to continue his ministrations on me. His tongue flicks and twirls around my clit, driving me crazy, turning me into a moaning mess. I feel one of his sleek fingers play at my hole and then he pushes it slowly. I move against him, trying to feel more. Austin catches onto my frustration and easing a second finger in, he gives me a moment to adjust to the stretch. "So tight and sweet, such a lovely pussy, all mine." I grunt as he curls his fingers up, moving them in and out of me, sucking and licking at my clit. It's all too much, it's so good and intoxicating. My hips buckle to meet his moves. The knot forming in my lower belly, feels like it's closer to snapping, I get tense, this is all new for me. "Relax baby, you're going to cum, come on, don't hold back" Austin says as the hand that was preoccupied with holding my hips in place, moves up to my boobs, pinching my nipples. That's when I feel it, the knot snapping and everything around me going blurry. I bite the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. As I pull in his hair he moans against me as he's still playing with my clit, slowly moving his fingers to help me ride my high.

Pulling his fingers out of me, the empty feeling makes me whine, as I clench around nothing. Austin licks his fingers clean as he moves over to the nightstand to get a condom out of the drawer. Coming back over me, he sits on his knees in between my legs. "Want to help me?" He ask, and I snap my eyes, that were previously looked on his hard cock, up at his face. He's smiling at me and that somehow eases my nerves. I nod and he takes my hand by the wrist, guiding it to his length. "Just, wrap your hand around it" I do as he says and look at the muscles in his abdomen move. Guiding my hand up and down, he moans, throwing his head back and cursing. My heart flutters knowing I can make him feel like this. His hand leaves mine and I move on my own as he opens the condom. Putting the condom on his tip he speaks. "Pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down slowly, it's ok if you get it wrong, I have more." He laughs as he finishes the sentence. With all the concentration I can muster I do as he says. "Perfect!" His hand grabs my chin and tilts it up so I look at him.

Austin kisses me slowly, pushing me against the bed, caging me. One of his hands is holding him up so that he's not crushing me under his weight and the other moves between us to bring himself up to my entrance. I can fell the tip resting there and he puts his hand on my hip to stop me from thrusting into him. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop, if-" I kiss him to stop the unnecessary babbling. "I love you, I'm sure." He tenses up and brings his face up to look at me. "You what?" He ask unsure that what he heard was real. I stroke his face gently. "I love you! I don't think I've ever stopped" he blinks quickly and even I the dark I can see the tears welling up in his eyes, but then I feel the hot liquid touch my face and roll off of my skin. His lips ghost over mine, I can taste the salt in his tears and the sweetness of him. He pulls away quickly, too quick. "Say it again." He demands and I smile. "I love you" he kisses me shortly and starts pushing in. "Again” he grunts. I moan feeling him slowly stretch me, it's definitely a lot more than his fingers and it stings a lot, but somehow there's pleasure in the pain. "I love you" kiss "I love you!" Kiss.

We go like this until his all the way in and his pelvis hits mine. It's hurts a lot and I try to breathe through it. Austin kisses my face, my lips, my eyes, my nose, everything. "I love you too, you're doing so good for me, baby" I squeeze him and his hips flutter against mine. Feeling him move  brings a new kind of good to the mixture. "Move please." He pulls back slowly and then pushes back in, I feel so full and my walls hug him in. "God, so warm and perfect, made for me (y/n)" he huffs as he starts a steady pace. We move in sink, hips meeting halfway way and hands grabbing all that they can. "I love you, fuck this is so good!" I moan kissing him, walking my tongue over his lips. He gasps into my mouth and our tongues start to dance, battling for dominance. The knot from earlier comes back and I feel like I need more. "Aus, I'm close, more, please, shit!" He starts to move faster, covering my mouth with his, to swallow all my cries. Austin brings one hand between us and draws circles over my clit. "Cum for me, (y/n), come on baby!" He whispers in my ear and biting down on his shoulder, my orgasm wishes over me harder then before. His hips start to lose rhythm and his moves get sloppier, as he soon stills. Austin grunts and kisses over my shoulder as I feel him twitch inside me, while my walls still flutter around him, squeezing him, from my previous orgasm.

I feel so good, so warm and tired and when he moves over, to go into the bathroom, I shiver at the absence of his body on mine. He comes back with a towel in hand and he wipes it over my thighs, making me tremble, since I'm still sensitive there. When he’s done, Austin throws the towel somewhere in the room and moving me up on the bed he brings the coves over me. He joins me under the warm duvet and I hug his side. The feeling of his skin on mine must be the best thing I've ever experienced. "I love you!" I say sleepy as he strokes my hair with one hand, his other one moving up and down my upper arm. "I love you too!" He kisses the top of my head. "So does this mean I can still take you out tomorrow?" He mumbles against my hair.

I shake my head and as serious as I can I say "No, I just wanted you for the sex." His chest moves with laughter and the sound fills me up with joy. "Flattered to be at your service, ma'm!" Austin says making me giggle and bury my face in his shoulder. "Ok I may allow, one date, if you make me your famous breakfast tomorrow" his hands move me to lay on top of him, with my legs straddling his waist. I sit my head in the palms of my hands on top of his chest and look at him smiling. "Just one date?" Austin asks coming in for a kiss, but I pull my head back so he can't reach my lips. "Maybe, if the breakfast is extremely good, there will be more, than one!" One of his hands goes to the back of my head and as we both laugh we meet halfway in a quick kiss.

I remain like this on top of him, as his hands rest on my back. I play with his hair and rest my head on his chest, over his heart, listening to the beautiful sounds it makes. Our breaths calm down and soon sleep catches both of us. And we fall asleep like this, skin on skin, my ear over his heart, my hands his hair and his lips kissing my head. It's perfect, it's how it should've always been, just us.

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[finniestoncrane]

Dear god I am foaming at the mouth at your latest daddy oz fic like god he's so cute but also it's so funny cause im imagining they're both in a room full of people and they're doing the disgustingly cute display of "you're cute" "no you're cuter" and everyone is standing around waiting for them to leave like 🧍‍♂️

Rogues Reacting to PDA

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader anon this is so funny and i cannot tell you what i wouldn't give to be this embarrassing with him u-u so i kinda took your idea and did the other rogues reacting to this display of sickening sweetness 💜 (also i know it's farrell!oz and we don't have really have other reeves rogues to react to but shhhhh we can just generalise and wildly speculate shhhhh) 🐧☔ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, fluff, jealousy maybe 👀

poison ivy

"i love you so much!" "well i love you more!" "no i love you more, sweetheart!" it's sickeningly sweet, but she's a romantic at heart so she can forgive the display for a brief period, until ozzie starts eyeing up her prized roses and she just knows he's considering plucking one off the bush to hand to you and love or no love she'll break hands. of course then she'll have to put up with you fawning over him and telling him what a poor little soul he is, and that might be worse

two face

"i wanna just bite your cute little nose ozzie" "well why don't you come over here and nibble on me" ok that's enough now! if one of you doesn't actually eat the other then he'll feel like he's suffered through all of this for nothing. this might be the only time that one is better than two in his mind and if he has to come over there and physically separate you both then he will. there's nothing cute about organised crime bosses says mister grumpy da over here, so stop babying oswald now

riddler

"god, kiddo, you're the best thing to happen to me" "wow ozzie, you're the sweetest, handsomest, smartest guy around" well that takes the fucking cake! here's the thing, you can rub your new found love and romance in front of everyone's faces. you could get a room and do whatever disgusting carnal things he can see dancing around your eyes in there in private. that's fine, he doesn't mind. you can maybe delude yourself into thinking he's the most handsome. but the smartest? and in front of him!?

zsasz

"when i get you alone, the things i'm gonna do to you" "i don't think anyone's watching ozzie, give me a taste!" if he shoots himself now, will someone make sure to etch a little mark on his skin for him? because that might be the only thing to get him out of this nightmare scenario. my god, what did he ever do to deserve this kind of punishment...oh...yeah...all of the things he's done. well if he'd known the karma would be so cruel he would genuinely have reconsidered his life of crime, and he loves crime! you're ruining crime for him! stop!!

harley quinn

"you are the cutest" "no you are!" "no you are, look at those cheeks!" "no you, look at your everything!" look, she's a big fan of cutesie and a big fan of bad boys, so seeing a sweet side to oswald where he gets to be completely enamoured and in love and cringey and romantic is just deeply pleasing to her. and the two of you are so absolutely sweet together and so meant to be that she doesn't have to worry in the slightest about who she'll pick in the breakup, cos that's never going to happen obviously (or she might fight both of you)

scarecrow

"ozzie!" "i can't help it sweetheart, i just gotta touch you!" "people can see though" "let them watch" sorry, he's just deep in thought trying to remember if he ingested an immense amount of fear toxin today, because surely there's no other reason for him being subjected to this little nightmarish display of lovey dovey crap that is being inflicted up on his eyes? i mean it wouldn't be so bad if oz's wandering hands weren't so obvious, amongst other parts of his anatomy that are really hard to stare away from, get a room you two

[polyklok]

Request rules/Masterlist

Rules

I write headcanons and oneshots, focusing on Dethklok romance. I will write anything regarding,

Dethklok

Inter-Dethklok ships (skwistok, nickles, etc)

Dethklok x Reader

And all versions of polyamory within the group!

I’m ok with Charles, but probably not Magnus or Abigail. Idk, just not a huge fan of them.

I’m going to use mostly gender-neutral language for the reader, although I’ll probably make them AFAB unless asked otherwise just because that’s how I naturally am.

I’m pretty excepting of most scenarios within fluff and angst with a few exceptions;

Major character death

Alpha/Beta/Omega stuff

Cross overs from other fandoms

Unrequited love (in relation to a dethklok character, I mean)

(I can’t think of more right now, but this list might get bigger later)

As for smut;

I will not write anything requested from a minor, and I also strongly ask that minors DNI with my NSFW content

Direct rape is not ok, but I’m willing to write non-con as in a consensual role play scenario (before and aftercare will be included, to show that Y/N consents)

Not writing rape includes not writing anything with blackmail sex, forced kink, or unknowingly drugging Y/N

Y/N must be within the age range of dethklok, which means no younger than 20

No incest or bestiality

 KINKS THAT WILL NOT BE INCLUDED; Feet, water sports, scat, gore/torture, sounding, feeding.

I’m fine with most (note; not all) versions of domination/bdsm

When requesting something, I ask that you be specific and polite.

Masterlist

Physique/Appearance headcanons

Nathan

Pickles

Skwisgaar

Toki

Murderface

Important Dethklok videos

Some random Dethklok fluff

How Dethklok Shows their love

Dethklok with a crush

What makes them soft vs What gets them hard

Smut and fluff alphabets

Nathan

Requests filled

Insecure Murderface X Female!Reader

Murderface x Insecure Female!Reader

Murderface ranting on a date

Soft Vs Hard, Charles Offdensen edition

Skwickles headcanons

Aftercare with Nathan Explosion

Dethklok on their wedding day

Murderface x Punk!Reader

Doing Pickles’ Makeup

Murderface with an S/O that says ~random~ things

[deadhumourist]

Step into my office, Baby

Pairing: F!Reader and Dark!Marcus Moreno

Rating: Explicit. Bloody hell, explicit. No minors. 

Words: 1200ish

Warnings Dark!Marcus Moreno, seriously he’s not a soft and nice guy here, derogatory language, sass, rough sex, rough handling (no injuries!), abuse of superpowers, bodily fluids, cussing, disregard for intact underwear, expensive furniture getting mistreated, people not taking financial matters seriously.  ;)

A/N: Ok, I don’t know what happened here. I was listening to Belle & Sebastian and suddenly this fell out and I’m not sorry but I am going to hide somewhere because this is the most explicit/unabashedly horny thing I’ve ever written. Don’t look at me.

A huge thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for beta-ing and making amazing suggestions which will likely pop up in a follow-up. <3

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Your stilettos hammered marks into the thin, worn carpeting of the Heroics headquarters as you stomped down the hallway. You were going to give him a piece of your mind; a big piece with frosting and sprinkles. On a fucking pitchfork.

Hastily, you pushed through the door and let it slam shut behind you, hands coming to rest on your hips. 

"You scrapped my staff budget. Explain. Rapido."

Marcus Moreno looked up from his desk, thick black-rimmed glasses perched at the end of his nose. It would have made him look less dorky than usual was it not for the brown puppy eyes staring back at you in total incomprehension. 

"What staff budget?"

"Ops. You reduced my headcount, after I explicitly told you we needed 23 analysts. This is going to cut us off at the knees."

He thought for a beat then said: "I don't approve budgets, I'm sorry." and resumed completing the paperwork in front of him. He seemed completely unaffected and you bristled at the brush-off.

You paced over until your knees hit the desk, leaning forward slightly with both palms resting on the solid mahogany. Your heart pulsed so hard that it seemed like the desk had a heartbeat of its own, thumping back at you.

Becoming aware of a shadow over him, Marcus looked up again.

“You’re the fucking leader of the Heroics, who else would approve budgets.”

Your breath fanned over his face as he looked you in the eye, now annoyed. 

“Yes, that means kicking asses to the curb, not crunching numbers. Speak to Florence in finance.” 

Rage seared under your skin like an out-of-control brushfire. 

“Bullshit. You call the shots. Change the allocation. I’ll wait.” 

When he didn’t respond, you swept your hand over his desk roughly, sending his stack of paperwork fluttering to the ground. That would get his attention. 

Aggravation pulled a harsh huff from his lungs. He raised himself up from the desk, his defined biceps flexing slightly with the strain.

“Pick that up.” 

You were defiant. 

“No. Fix this.”

He grimaced, and the next moment, you were being hauled over the desk and dropped onto it, the impact of your back a dull thud in the otherwise quiet office. 

Marcus climbed on the desk, towering over you.

“You don’t listen well, do you? Maybe your ears will work better when your mouth is stuffed full of my cock.” 

He unzipped his pants, hauling out his half-hard penis. Shuffling forward until he was over your chest and pinning your arms to your side with his thighs, he looked down at you. 

“Open”

“Make me” you spat back. 

He reached down and stuffed two thick fingers in your mouth, pulling harshly on the one corner. 

“Brat.” 

In the time it took for you to sass him, his cock had become rock hard and now he rested the fat tip against your lips. He nudged them and you opened for him, feeling the heavy length slide deeper into your mouth. 

As you closed your lips around his cock, you sucked eagerly, eyes inadvertently dropping closed at the musky, salty taste of him. 

“That’s it. Nice and quiet. You have some nerve coming in here and making a scene like that” 

He pushed down on your head and gently rocked back and forth, filling the cup of your mouth with dribbles of precum. 

You abruptly stopped sucking and glared at him. Pulling out of your mouth, Marcus listened as you piped up. “If you think your dick in my mouth makes a damned lick of difference, you’re mistaken.” 

He growled, a feral sound that you would never have guessed came from the normally even-keeled Marcus Moreno. 

He shuffled sideways and then moved off the table, his spit-covered cock swinging between his legs as he took you in.

“Spread your legs for me.” 

You huffed a mirthless laugh, keeping your eyes on him. 

“Say please” 

His eyes flashed dangerously, and he stuck his hand out as if reaching for your legs, his lip twitching in concentration. The next moment you felt your ankles separate as if pulled by an invisible force. 

Marcus used the metal heel in your stilettos to pry your legs open. You tried resisting, but you couldn’t outmaneuver him and your knees lewdly fell open in front of him, rolling your form-fitting black dress up until it sat around your waist. 

He reached forward, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the table. Marcus smirked at your lacy underwear, and you heard a "rrrrrp" as the material ripped over his big knuckles, your pussy suddenly open and exposed to him. 

“I’m going to fuck your insubordination out of you. See if you still have an appetite for fighting when you’re cockdumb.” 

With that he lined up his cock and pushed into you in one smooth motion, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

The thickness stretched you too quickly and it edged just this side of painful. 

Without waiting for you to adjust to him, he started rolling his hips into yours, your legs still spread uncomfortably wide. With every harder thrust, you heard that obscene wet slap of skin on skin, proof that you were as turned on as Marcus was. 

You caught him hissing through his teeth on a particularly hard thrust, and he looked as far gone as you felt. He suddenly saw you watching him, and he tightened his grip on you, pulling you even closer to him. 

He started fucking you in earnest then, hard, deep strokes that inched the desk further along with each thrust, the expensive mahogany carving scuffmarks into the wooden floors. 

"Ahhh fuck" you moaned breathlessly, the tension starting to wind up, the band in your belly tightening as you felt the familiar tingle.

Marcus could see your rapid breathing and let go of your left leg, which fell haphazardly and now dangled off the desk while the other one was still in his vise-like grip. You felt like a ragdoll, ruined and coming apart at the seams. 

His large hand reached over to where he was buried inside you and his thumb rubbed fast, firm circles on your sensitive bud. 

Your vision went white and pleasure skittered along your nerves like concentrated electricity. Marcus followed soon after, a low, feral groan escaping his lips as his orgasm slammed into him. While he worked you through it, he spilled warmly into you, his nails digging painfully into the leg that he was still holding close.

When the wave subsided, he looked down at you for the last time, a self-satisfied smirk on his face and sweat pearling on his brow. 

"Next time you won't have the luxury of a desk. You throw a tantrum like that again and I'll take you on the floor like a fucking animal."

You bit your lip enticingly and reached down to your messy pussy, scooping up some of your release on your middle digit before lifting it triumphantly and flipping him the bird.

He lunged forward and sucked your finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, humming at the taste. 

"Not bad for a brat."

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[softcorecurcits]

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Hi I’m Monty I also go by whatever character I am currently kinning most (private to avoid unwanted kindrama) I’m ok with doubles since I’m also clone-kin (I’m the fake FR don’t worry!) + it’s also never really bothered me to begin with.

DNI: minors, prosh¡p/prof¡c, peds, zoos, people who participate heavily in discourse, bigots, excules, transmeds, terfs and any other idiotic oppressive beliefs.

Content Warning: any NSFW will be tagged, nothing explicit but some may include artistic nudity, suggestive language or implied suggestive content. Gore will be tagged but is rare. 18+ is recommended.

I often post objectum stuff if I’m not posting fan art so if that makes you uncomfortable please leave.

Identity Stuff: Transmasc, AroAce, AuDHD, kinnie, objectum, and therian (Horse, dog, and computer/virus mainly). My pronouns are it/its but he/him are also ok

Objectum Info: Currently exploring a partnership with my Dell laptop Sinclair she means a lot to me and helps me make art. Other objects of interest include swords, old computers, plushies, old guns (I’m anti-gun politically speaking though), nuclear control center/room, nuclear power plants, old super computers, uhhhh those scanner things I used to use when I worked in the grocery store idk what they are called anymore…

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My art is all tagged with #myart

[smiling-critters-2015-askblog]

Welcome to the Smiling Critters reboot ask blog!

Created by @magicalgirllover7

(Wow, that’s a mouthful….)

Disclaimer: This account, nor the creator is affiliated with Mob Entertainment in any way. This is just a fan project.

Rules for this blog:

Keep in mind the owner of this account is a minor

Do not spam ask box (spam likes and reblogs are ok)

One ask at a time

Dogday(2015) is fluent in Spanish, I am not, so keep that in mind

Just don’t be weird or rude

Now, time for the fun part!

So, what is this?

In 2015, the 90’s children’s cartoon “Smilling Critters” had been rebooted. New and old fans came together to celebrate the revival of this beloved show!

Characters you can interact with:

Dogday

Catnap

Craftycorn

Hoppy Hopscotch

KickinChicken

Picky Piggy

Bobby Bearhug

Bubba Bubbaphant

Character quirks:

Dogday speaks LATAM Spanish

Catnap is selectively mute, and will use sign language

Crafty had a tendency to stutter

Hoppy and Kickin will yell

Bubba can go on and on about something

Picky will oink or snort

Bobby squeals when you talk about something she likes

P.S: I might redesign your oc to fit this au!

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

Hi there, how are you?

I had a request for the nanny series!

Only if your comfortable with writing something like this or if not please feel free to ignore me :)

It was an idea where just after Annie and Andy are married. Annie has to get her wisdom teeth removed! And Annie is not a fan of the dentist or needles (getting the IV) and is scared for the recovery. But Andy is there for her every step of the way! From getting the call of the appointment. To comforting her at the office and afterwards the car ride home. Annie being in a goofy mood as Andy helps her to the bedroom maybe helping her change into comfy clothes and Andy helps/comforts her to sleep… And at home helping her recover when her mouth is sore and teeth hurts 🥺🥺 and Jacob is also super cute and worried! Just something comforting and fluffy 🥺

I’m getting mine out and I’m nervous, and Andy is a comfort and I love this story! Just a thought I’m having as I can’t sleep from the pain in my gums 😭

Hi! I'm so sorry you are in pain! I hope what I wrote will make you feel better. Send you lots of hugs!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

WISDOMLESS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: This is set way before Annie got pregnant. Lily doesn’t not exist here yet. This is based in the request above. Hope you feel better!

Warnings: mentions of blood, pain, tears, Andy being a loving caring husband.

A/N: English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word count: 1899

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF not mine. You can find the credits under it :)  

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Another day at the Barber’s household. It was a Saturday morning, the house was quiet except for the sound of the cutlery against the plates. Annie was eating extra careful today, she took some scrambled eggs with her fork and made sure she chew only on her left side.

“What’s the matter?” Andy asked and sipped his coffee.

“Hmmm?”

“Why are you eating like this?”

“I’m eating normal.” But right at that moment she bit a piece of toast that went straight to the back of her mouth on the right side and she flinched.

“There! Does your tooth hurt?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Maybe you should go to the dentist, see what’s wrong.”

“No, no. I’m good! I’ll take a pill, I’m sure it’s nothing!” she nervously laughed.

Annie did take the pill, however the pain didn’t go away. In fact it was worse than before, and now she could see her face was a bit swollen.

“Alright!” Andy walked into the bathroom, “Get dress, you’re going to the dentist.”

“WHAT?”

“You need to go! Look at your cheek!”

“Andy I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Really?” His hand reach her face and his fingers barely grace her cheek.

“OW! Stop that!”

“We are going now, I don’t care if you are scare of the dentist.”

“I’m not scare of the dentist.” Andy lifted his brow and tilted his head, “Alright! I am scare of the dentist! I wore braces and they were awful! And I hate the noise the machine does when they’re cleaning your teeth!”

“Honey, they need to check your tooth, your face is swollen, it’s not normal and it’s not nothing.”

“Argh! Fine! But if it hurts while they’re checking I’m gonna kick you.”

“Deal! You have 10 minutes.”

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“Ok,” The dentist walked into the office, “We have to remove both your wisdom teeth from the bottom.”

“hehehehehe no, no, no, no.”

“You have an abscess on the right side, which is why your face is a bit swollen. So I will work on the abscess today, give you some pain medication and I will remove your teeth next Friday, that way you will rest during the following weekend.”

 “What? Why?”

“Well,” The doctor took out an x-ray, “You have impacted teeth, in your case you teeth grew out in an angular form,” he pointed the x-ray show how her teeth was leaned towards the other. “And with time this will cause you problems in the rest of your teeth.”

“What kind for problem?”

“They can move the rest of your teeth and you will have to use braces.”

“Not again!” The doctor giggled once she looked the face of Annie.

“I had my wisdom teeth removed while I was studying. It’s not a big deal.” Andy said.

“Shut up! What do you know?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a standard procedure, I promise you will be fine and we will take care of you.” The dentist smiled fondly to her, “Ready for that abscess?”

“No.” she sighed.

“People always say that.”

30 minutes later, Annie walked out of the office to the reception are where Andy was waiting for her. Her face was red as tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh my poor baby.” Andy tried to reach for her hand but Annie slapped him.

“I hate you!” Andy just giggled.

“See you next Friday, Annie.” The doctor said and Annie just whimpered against Andy’s arm.

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Friday came faster than Annie would’ve liked. She woke up early and put the comfiest sweatpants and hoodie she own. Both she and Andy asked for permission in their respective jobs, and when it was 9:30 Andy drove them to the dentist office.

“I will be here when you’re done.”

“Can you like go in with me?”

“He can’t ma’am.” A young girl at the front desk said, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll be fine.” Andy gave her a kiss on the lips, “I’ll sit there.” Annie nodded and she walked towards the door the girl previously indicated.

“I was actually thinking you were not going to show up.” The doctor said once Annie was already in the chair.

“Andy make me.”

“He is a smart man.” The doctor grabbed a weird looking mask, “Ready for the good stuff?” He wiggled his brows. Annie just nodded. “Ok.” He put the mask on her nose, “You are going to breathe, you will start to feel sleepy, and when you wake up your teeth will be gone.” It wasn’t long after that last sentences when her eyes closed.

“Hey.” It was a soft deep voice, “There you are.” Annie blinked a couple of times trying to focus on the voice. The man smiling to her was so handsome.

“Cute.” She mumbled.

“She will be off for a couple of hours. Between the anesthesia and the pain meds.” Another man spoke. “Just wait 10 more minutes and you can take her home.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Andy turned to look at her wife who was looking at her fingers as she moved them, “how you doing, honey?”

“You’re so handsome.” She slurred.

“No, you are, gorgeous. And you were so brave” He kissed her forehead, “Ready to go home?” Annie nodded sleepily.

A couple of girls helped Andy to wheel Annie to their car.

“Alright, baby. Slow and steady.”

“Andy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“You are so cute.” She said the best she could with her still numbed mouth.

“Thank you, we will be home soon and then you can rest.”

Andy helped her climb on the car, closed the passenger door, and ran to the driver’s side. But when he climbed in, he found her already sniffling.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t think I’m cute.”

“Of course I think you are cute!”

“You didn’t say it back! You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you. With all my heart, honey, I swear.” Big fat tears fell down her eyes, “Don’t cry, baby.” He took her hand and kiss it, “Let’s get you home.”

15 minutes later, they were walking in the house. Andy’s hand was placed on small of her back.

“Wanna be on the couch or the bed?”

But she didn’t answer and walked straight to the living room. Annie sat on the couch and look around.

“What are you looking for?

“Phone.”

“Oh,” Andy reached for her phone in the pocket of his pants, “Here. Why don’t you lay down; while I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Andy wasn’t in the kitchen yet when he heard her scream, so he came back running.

“What?”

“There’s blood in my mouth.” She tried to take out the cotton and gauze, but Andy stopped her.

“No, you have to leave them on.”

“There’s blood.”

“Of course, they took out your wisdom teeth.”

“What? Where are they?”

“Ammm I assumed in the doctor’s office.”

“But they’re mine!” Andy was trying hard not to laugh, but she looked so adorably confused right now.

“I’ll call them and ask them to send the teeth over.”

“Yes, cuz I don’t want witchcraft with my teeth.”

“Witchcraft?” Andy said with humor.

“The doc said he was from Salem. They have witches.”

“I’m pretty sure the doctor is not a witch.”

“How you know?”

“Well, there was no Hogwarts diploma anywhere.” Annie looked surprised and nodded, “On the meantime, how about if you rest? Let me get your pillow.”

“I want my shorts, I don’t like the pants.” She began kicking her legs.

“Alright, be right back.”

When Andy came back she was still right where he left her.

“Ok, honey.” He put his hands on her waist to help her laid down.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, baby. It’s ok, you are just on some medicine right now.”

Annie laid down and Andy helped her arrange her pillow and cushions behind her back for her to be comfortable.

“Please don’t be upset with me.” She was starting to get emotional again.

“I’m not upset.”

“I’m not being so nice, huh?” she said sobbing a little. “I don’t’ wanna be this way. I wanna be nice! Cuz I’m a nice person.”

“I know, babygirl.”

“But you hate me right now.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I look like a chipmunk.” Andy laughed this time. “Don’t laugh.”

“You are the cutest chipmunk.” He kissed her cheek carefully, “Let’s get you out of these pants, lift your hips.” She did as she was told and Andy was met by Annie’s bare pussy. “Honey, where’s your underwear?” Annie looked down and make a small shriek which make Andy laughed, “you naughty girl,” he slid her legs in the shorts, “hips up again.” The elastic hit the skin on her hips, “There, better?” she nodded sleepily. “I’ll go get your water. Wanna watch TV?”

“Yes, please.”

“What you wanna watch?”

“Aladdin.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Sophie was at the front door holding Jake’s hand when Andy opened the door.

“Hi! Thank you so much for bringing him.”

“It’s ok, how is Annie?”

“Still off. She just told me what she would ask if she had a genie to grant her 3 wishes. I didn’t expect for her to say she wanted to be a pony.” Sophie laughed.

“If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Andy smile to her, “Bye, Jake.”

Andy closed the door and found Jake sitting on the floor, reaching for something inside his backpack.

“Is mommy ok?”

“Yes, she is a bit tired and sleepy. And she sound funny when she talks, but she is fine.”

“I make these for her.” Jake showed Andy a card and a flower made of paper, “My teacher help with the flower.”

“I’m sure she’s gonna love them. Go with her, she is on the couch.

Jake ran the short distance to the living room and found Annie drifting off.

“Mommy?”

“Huh?” Annie opened her eyes and looked at Jake. “Baby!” she said overly excited.

“Hi, mommy.” He jumped on the couch and kissed her, “I make you these.” He passed the flower and the card to her. Annie opened the card and read: “To the best mommy in the world. Get well soon. Love you, Jake.” Under these lines there was a drawing of the three holding hands.

“Aw! Oh, god!” her eyes began to water. “Am I the best mom?” Jake nodded with a big smile on his face. When Andy walked in, Annie was crying again.

“Buddy, what did you say to her?”

“I’m the best mom!” She said through sobs.

“I like your chubby cheeks.” Jake said giggling and climbed on top of her to hug her, “I love you, mommy.” As Jake hugged her she began to relax again and soon after she fell asleep.

“You’re so good with her Jake.” Andy said waiting for the boy to move away from her, but to his surprise, Jake was also sleeping.

Andy just shook his head, took the throw blanket from the back of the couch and cover them both with it.

“You’re such a momma’s boy.” Andy said softly and smiled. Walking out of the living room he was determine to surprise them with lunch when they woke up. “Who am I kidding, I’ll just door dash.” He said to himself as he took the phone and headed to the kitchen to let them rest.

[turtletoria]

i am curious exactly which reasons you hate mcyt now even tho you used to be a fan. As an outsider I know vaguely some of the people have done bad things but im interested in your specific reasons. You have no obligation to answer obviously

no dont worry i love talking shit its my hobby (joke, btw. my actual hobby is being cringe online)

under a read more bc this is long i just hold a lot of parasocial hate in my heart. hope you guys like reading !

edit: also to be clear im not trying to start any fights i just want to be left alone by mcyt fans. ok guys take it easy

tl;dr the Three Who Shall Not Be Named and their blasted SMP friends/acquaintances are all my parasocial enemies. Theres fun cringe and then theres mean cringe, and i feel that this corner of mcyt goes in the latter.

from my experience i think that they're really manipulative of a typically younger and vulnerable audience... i just remember them always promoting subscribing to their stream or purchasing donations to kids (that, i believe, honestly saw them as stand-ins for parental figures in their own lives) and that honestly disgusted me so much. i remember being frightened at the way that (mostly teenage/minor) fans on twitter talked about them like they could do no wrong... it was a weird kind of adoration that still freaks me out when i think about it too long. while they cant control the age of their fanbase, they could at least act accordingly... if i knew my audience was full of youngsters as young as 10 or 12 i would not say or do half the things theyve done, i will say that much.

moreover, i think they were very bad at handling their rapid rise to fame -> the Main Three Who Shall Not Be Named were frankly quite young and very immature, so this might be unfair, but honestly watching them felt like if you took the really unfunny highschool bullies and gave them a twitch stream to go nuts in. they couldnt control their rapidly growing and rabid fanbase in a way that felt safe to participate in.

i really didnt appreciate how they treated some of their fellow streamers. it felt cruel, and i cant understand how people could keep watching what would otherwise be bullying, even if it was all a "joke" or "prank."

And, much worse, was the casual racism and misogyny and other bigotry. i remember the misogyny especially was so bad, particularly from the young blonde and british streamer, whose main shtick was being rude to women because it was "funny." it was just crass and immature, and made my younger sister and I very uncomfortable, especially with the way his fans seemed to really enjoy that. a lot of these guys' and their friends' jokes hinged on being edgy or shocking, and honestly that shit was so overdone and unfunny.

I honestly can't remember finer details, and im not about to go looking (so take this with a grain of salt), but i just remember their content being full of a lot of uncomfortable moments. it was like experiencing some kind of microagression every 10 seconds and not being able to comprehend the insult until it was too late. it made me feel small and stupid, especially because i thought i was the only one who felt that way (and still do, honestly). call me oversensitive, but thats just how i felt (and still feel). moreover was the discomfort of them using language, which for lack of better words, reminded me very much of performative white liberalism. you know what i mean - when someone talks a lot about good things, but then they treat minorities like shit or allow these minorities to get treated like shit.

also, as the cherry on top of this rancid pile, the Main Three Guys and their SMP friends all seemed super okay with certified shitty people like Pp pie and notch. Very uncomfortable that they would be okay with being associated with them, let alone look up to them??? Huge red flag.

the fact that ive gifted my time and energy (through fanart) to a piece of media that has hurt me is so revolting. in the grand scheme this isnt a huge deal, but it definitely hurts that ive made shit for shit people and that fans still behave like i made this art for them. in reality i want to throw everythign into a pile and burn it. it just makes me very sad and hurt.

i could go on, but this is long enough as is.

Anyways, i'm not here to tell people what's right and wrong, but i honestly think that these guys are more hurtful than anything else and i simply dont want to interact with anything associated with mcyt ever.

but if im gonna be completely honest, i cant really blame teens or tweens for being into that awful cringe (derogatory) shit becuase that is the nature of being stupid and young, and hopefully theyll grow to understand why that shit is so bad. but if you are a college student or older and still into them im side-eyeing you so hard...

Theres fun cringe and then theres mean cringe, and i feel that this corner of mcyt goes in the latter.

[drakkensystem]

Ok there's something I need to get off my chest.

Caveat that I assume the assholes I'm about to complain about are just a vocal minority, but when that vocal minority reduces my enjoyment of some kind of media and worsens my mental health so they can feel smug, I think I'm justified in complaining about it.

So I saw a Tumblr post recently where someone (derisively) told someone else to "just pick up a comic" if they wanted to know more about DC canon and while there was a brilliant reply mentioning how convoluted DC canon is, I want to highlight my perspective.

Hi, I have aphantasia and a visual processing disorder (also ADHD and autism). This means that my visual perception of my surroundings is absolute dog shit, even when I am actively trying. I went to the same restaurant one to two times a week for years before noticing that one of their major pieces of decor even existed. I have a hoodie that, if I didn't know better, I would think my sibling was gaslighting me about it being green and not blue (yes, I have taken colorblindness tests, both online and officially in an appointment- no, I'm not colorblind). I always watch shows with captions bc my special interest in language means my eyes will automatically track the words, making it more likely that I'll actually see what's happening on the screen. Even so, I often pause and rewind (when I can) so that I can actually see what happened. For a few months, I had migraines so bad that I spent the majority of my time awake blindfolded, but I found that I used my vision so little when navigating around my own house, it wasn't very much more difficult while blindfolded- basically only things that moved gave me trouble.

One of the other consequences is that I find reading comics very difficult. I often compare me reading comics to someone with dyslexia reading regular books: yes, I can do it, but it takes me so much more effort that it's hard for me to enjoy it. (I just happened to be lucky enough that no one pins my academic success on my ability to read comics, unlike dyslexics and traditional books).

There are exactly four comics which I have managed to finish a major chunk of, all of them were franchises I was already hyperfixated on before reading, and the one that isn't also a long term special interest happened in a time in my life that I was incredibly lonely and bored. They were all also manga- aka, significantly easier for me to read bc they are in black and white (and thus there is less visual detail to take in).

So when I say that reading comics is hard for me, I mean it is hard.

And to hear comics fans say things like "just pick up a comic, bruh" (a vocal minority, but they do exist)- it disheartens me so much. I would love to experience those stories for myself. But when I have to re-read each page 3-5 times in order to actually process anything beyond the words on the page, it's too exhausting (note: manga normally only takes me 1-3 re-reads per page).

It is so extremely frustrating for people to act like reading comics is so easy when it's something that I legitimately struggle with. Reading a traditional book? I can read a 650 page novel in less than 3 days. But comic books? I struggled to get through the first 20 pages of a compendium a friend let me borrow once before giving up and returning it.

So next time you feel like deriding someone for engaging more with an adaptation than the original, remember that there is no kind of media that is universally equally accessible. They might just find it significantly easier (and therefore more enjoyable) to engage with the adaptation.