#it is 77 fucking degrees out right now

[oneshortdamnfuse]

Another thing that is absolute crap about having a heat wave in the Northeast in freaking November is that most of the trees are bare so there's no shade. Just relentless sunshine.

[supercantaloupe]

ugh i just want to be able to sit outside for ten minutes without getting fucking swarmed by mosquitoes

[1000-year-old-virgin]

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 88. brb x oc

a/n: it's 37 degrees celsius right now but there's nothing hotter than this man

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive as always uwu

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He groans on the bed, burying his face on the pillow, “Fuck.”

“Everything okay?”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I would never laugh at my husband.” she giggles while sitting on his lower back, pushing her palm’s heel over his back until she reaches his shoulder blades, “God, Roos, it’s like the hills of Scotland on your back, you are so tense.” and it was during their shower together that Beatrice noticed it, promising him as soon as they left the shower they’d resolve that.

Her husband just groaned again, happily so, his eyes almost rolling back into the sockets when she added pressure to another spot on his back, “Jesus fuck that’s so good.” Beatrice laughs above him, her Iron Maiden nightshirt up to her hips as she massages his back in a slow but firm pattern, “It’s been a while since this happened,huh?”

“Since I massaged you?”

“Yeah.”

“I think the last time was after we moved in here?” she suggests while pushing on his back and smiling at yet another deep groan that made its way out of him, “Why are you so tense though? The last time was because you were going to be deployed.” she pauses, “Are you going to be deployed?”

“Not that I know of.” he murmurs, sighing quietly into the pillow before he turns his head to look at her, “I think it’s just…I don’t know, overall stress. I heard some things through the grapevine.” 

“Oh?”

“Did I ever tell you how me and Mav got back to talking?”

“You did say it was on a mission, but you didn’t elaborate on it.” she says, rubbing his ribs in circles, “I didn’t want to pressure you on opening up when you weren’t ready.”

And his eyes close because his heart cannot take such sweetness. He just smiles back at her, folding his arms under his chin as he remembers everything, “We had to blow an uranium enrichment facility, everything went well until well…Mav got hit then I got hit.” he notices how her hands stopped moving for a brief second before continuing, “And we had to leave in the oldest fucking fighter I’ve ever seen, that thing had spider webs in the spider webs.”

“But you made it back.”

He blinked before turning his head to face her, her own eyes soft and smile gentle as she rubs the back of her finger against his cheekbone, “I did…and it was really good too…but uh,” he clears his throat, “Mav told me how they wanted to replace the pilots with drones.”

“Huh?”

"Yeah, instead of a person that trained for years to get good at their craft.” he says, still letting her massage his shoulders and upper back, pressing his lips against his arms, “The new recruits asked me about it, they looked so terrified because they thought they’d be replaced before even beginning their careers Bea.”

She makes a face above him, gently rubbing the golden skin that was adorned with tiny nicks and scars - and some of her own doing if she might add - that were there because of years of work. Blood,sweat and tears to get good at what he does…and then to be terrified because they’d be replaced by machines? She couldn’t imagine.

But she could somewhat understand why that option was given thought. 

Rooster’s job was dangerous, she knew it was, he told her it was and she had seen things once she started working at the Hard Deck. It’s…understandable that human lives couldn’t be rebuilt like a machine would.

Part of her, the rational part of her - the one that often sounded like Guillermo or her father talking - said that while it was a loving sentiment to think about the pilots’ safety, there was more to it. It wasn’t just because they were worried about the pilots, it was probably because taking care of a drone was cheaper to handle. 

They needed no food, no shelter, all they needed was a quick check up to see if everything was working right.

Her head was hurting thinking about this.

And Rooster noticed because his brow raised in question as he looked over his shoulder at her, “Baby.” he calls, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just…thinking about what you said.” she smiles, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “Hopefully…there is a way to resolve that, you know?”

“I hope so,I don’t really feel like getting replaced by Deus Ex Machina. It’s one thing to play games dealing with that, it’s something completely different  to live it.” and he pushes himself to a sitting position as Beatrice disappears in the bathroom to wash her hands clean of any of the massage oil, “What are you thinking about? Any input you could give?”

“Who,me?”

“Yeah gorgeous, you.” he chuckles, resting his arms on his bare legs with a gentle groan, muttering how she had ‘magic hands’. But Beatrice takes a while to reply, so much so he has to tilt his head towards the bathroom door and see if she was listening to him or not. “Gorgeous.” he tries again, seeing that her eyes flick towards him before looking away.

“I don’t know how I can help.”

“You always do,I value your opinions.” 

Beatrice wipes her hands on the towel closest to her as she thinks about how to reply, “...I don’t know Roos.” she says honestly, offering him a shrug after tossing the towel aside, “It’s…hm,” she frowns, “I just hope no one else suffers because of these new options…you said they tried doing that back when Mav got back?”

“Yep.” he spreads his arms and legs so she could step between them and he could hold her waist close to him, his hands cupping the back of her thighs, “If it wasn’t for what happened at that mission I’m sure this conversation would be still up and about for a long time.”

Beatrice hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair, smiling when he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, “Maybe there’s a way for both to coexist.” she whispers, “I’d like to think so at least…is there anything else in your mind?”

He pauses, still rubbing his head against her hand like a cat to catnip  - she could swear she heard purring coming out of his throat - before opening his eyes, “No,” he says then, “It’s just something to keep in mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh,gorgeous.” he smirks, pulling her legs apart so she could straddle his lap, his hands cupping her buttcheeks, “I’m sure. Thanks for listening to me though.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” she grins, “I’m your wife.”

“And my best friend.”

“And your best friend.” they share a laugh, one that only makes Rooster lean closer to kiss her, “Hm! Roos,” she gently breaks the kiss much to her husband’s loud disappointment, “I’m going to make us dinner, is there anything you want?”

He drops his eyes over the length of her body - stopping at her panties for a few seconds - before looking up at her again, “Well~”

“Something edible,Roos.” she reinforces, brushing his cheekbones with her thumbs, “Come on,handsome, you can give me a straight answer.” She could feel the full body shudder darting all over him when she calls him ‘handsome’ and his head drops to the curve of her shoulder.

With a sharp inhale of that delicious lavender scent, he mumbles “How about some honey sesame chicken?” he questions, “With some salad? Do we have wine?”

“Oh, you're feeling like drinking are you,Mr.Bradshaw?”

Again the shudder and he lifts his head to look at her, pressing their noses together with a lazy cat-like smile, ‘Yes,I am, Mrs.Bradshaw. It’s been a while since we had it…and we still have to celebrate Nikki’s newest milestone.”

Beatrice just smiles softly at him, pecking his lips quickly, “Okay.” she climbs off his lap, something he didn’t really want to happen but he did allow it to, just giving her ass a quick slap before she turned around fully. Beatrice squeaked but huffed out a chuckle, playfully shoving his shoulder, “Stop.”

“No.” he replies, trying to imitate her high-pitched tone, “And because you said that you’ll get one more.” and he slaps the opposite cheek as she has her back to him now, quickly tugging her shirt down to cover her ass as she shuffles out of the room. She glares at him from the door, then pokes her tongue out, “I’m gonna get that too!”

“No you won’t.”

“...Wanna bet?”

Beatrice sees the way his legs are bending and her eyes widen, much like a fawn trying to run from a predator, she just slowly disappears from the door, “Bea…” he is standing up, careful steps nearing the threshold, he could hear the weight of her footsteps - light as if she’s trying to hide where she’s going - “Bea, I know where you are.”

She knew he had the clear advantage in this situation, his legs were longer and he was obviously faster than she was so she could either risk it all and run or she could just stay put and pounce on him when he least expected it. That was the plan at least.

Because in her thinking process she got distracted and her husband creeped up from behind her, she had her back to the door as she neared the railing, and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, “Gotcha!” Beatrice yelped in surprise, her legs kicking in the air as the sudden shock turned into laughter, “I got you, gorgeous, told you I would.”

“Nooooo!” she laughs, trying to break free, “Not fair! I didn’t even hear you.”

“Years of training,gorgeous.” he smirks, kissing under her jaw repeatedly, “But I’m going to let you go so you can get everything ready, then check on Nikki.” he slowly sets her down, kissing the top of her head and her nose, smiling when she scrunches at the contact, “Call me if you need help okay?”

“I will.” she leans up to quickly peck his lips, walking around the railing towards the stairs. Rooster leans on it to watch her going down, his wife looking up to smile at him one more time - Jolene following her closely - and he mirrors the expression.

As Beatrice is out of sight, his smile falters a bit, his thumb spinning his wedding band on his finger as his eyes look at nothing. That…drone conversation did something to him but not on the way he expected it.

Maybe there was a way for both to coexist.

Maybe.

He sighs as he straightens himself to turn his body to Nicole’s room, knocking his knuckles on the railing as he walks away. He gently pushed the door to his daughter’s room open, the creaking sound making Eleanor and Jack’s heads lift from the floor, the white dog still in front of Nicole’s crib and her brother partially under it.

Eleanor’s tail wagging only intensified when Rooster entered the room, petting the female dog first and crouching a bit to pet her brother, “You two taking care of my little girl?” he smiles as he scratches Jack’s chin, grunting as he stands to his full height.

Nicole is peacefully asleep, her little chest rising and falling and her body sprawled on the mattress, the onesie she wore - he just took notice of it - had a fighter jet on it and was mossy green, making it seem like her arms were the jet’s wings and her legs its’ tail. He smiles down at her, gently brushing her soft cheek with the back of his finger, “Aren’t you just so precious?” he coos, his daughter making a little noise but not waking up, just turning her head the opposite way.

He folds his arms on top of the gate, inhaling softly as he keeps his eyes on Nicole. He was extremely thankful there were no talks of deployment yet but he knew he had to mentally prepare whenever there was. He tapped his finger against his arm, then lifted the same hand to hold his head up as he kept on staring at his baby daughter.

Rooster loved his job.

He achieved a lot in his young life.

And yet the talk with Cyclone often repeated itself in his mind. His superior was tough for many reasons and Rooster would never disagree with him…unless it involved Nicole. He wanted his daughter to grow up with him no matter how far and hell,he knew she wouldn’t understand why he had to leave.

He didn’t,when he was a boy and his father was gone.

He didn’t when–

He stops thinking about it immediately, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingertips before sighing. His little daughter was peacefully asleep, oblivious to her father’s turmoil, happily crawling in her dreamland if the little smile on her face was any sign. Rooster smiles down at her, bending down a bit to prop his chin on his folded arms, “...you and your mother are the most precious things in my life,Nikki.” he whispers, “I swear, birdie.”

Nicole moves a bit when he talks, then her light green eyes blink up at him and he immediately regrets it, “Oh no, no no, sweetie. I’m sorry,” he coos, “Daddy didn’t want to wake you up.”

But she didn’t cry, in fact she didn’t seem like she was bothered by it.

She rubbed her little fists on her eyes and kept them there, almost as if she wanted to stretch but was too lazy to. Nicole blinked a few more times, finally dropping her arms as she looked up at Rooster, “Hi,sweetie.” he coos, gently sliding his hands under her to pick her up since she didn’t appear to go back to sleep, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Nicole just snuggles his neck, big light green irises disappearing behind her eyes as she sighed, almost as if she just wanted to sleep on him now…then blinked them open, staring at the pilot with wide eyes. “Hi.” he coos, “Hi, pretty.”

His daughter was probably confused, because he wasn’t that close before and now he was?? She just looked at his arms, then at him and then turned her head to the crib, “Yes, you woke up, cutie.” he says, gently combing some of her hair down, “I actually woke you up,I’m sorry honey.”

Nicole just vocalized something and held onto his neck. Rooster just closed his eyes, hugging his little girl tighter to him and smelling that soft cotton flower scent that came from her hair. He just furrowed his brows a bit, kissing her cherub like cheek before he turned on his heel, “Let’s go see mommy, yeah?” Eleanor and Jack followed them as soon as Rooster was out of the room, walking down the stairs with Nicole still clinging to his neck.

Beatrice was too busy preparing their dinner, jumping a bit when she heard his voice coming from behind her, “Something smells good.” Beatrice’s shoulders sag in relief as she turns around, face lighting up when she saw who he was bringing along.

“Hi! Oh my sweet baby!” she wipes her hands off any sauce to pick Nicole up, their daughter still sleepy, sighing quietly as her mother placed her on the crook of her shoulder, “It was about time she woke up.”

“I think I made her wake up too.” he says apologetically, “I touched her cheek and she just blinked those big eyes at me.”

“Oh, it’s okay, she just needs a few more minutes to wake up fully, hm?”

“Do you need me to do anything,gorgeous?”

Beatrice looks back at the stove, then towards him, “You can get our wine and set it aside.” she smiles, “Everything else is under control.”

Rooster chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead and Nicole’s scalp, walking around them to get the wine glasses from inside the cabinets, “Oh, by the way, I’m going to the bar tomorrow, a bit earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Penny wants me to teach Jessie how to use the ice machine.” she explains, bouncing Nikki around, “She is still nervous getting close to it.”

“Considering the size of that thing,I wouldn’t blame her at all.”

“It can be a bit menacing yeah.”

Rooster gently set the glasses down on the counter, licking his lips before he spoke, “How about I stay with Nikki tomorrow?” he asks,spinning the wine bottle on its axis on the counter, creating a scraping sound from the glass. When Beatrice didn’t say anything he turned his torso to face her, “I think it’d be fun.”

“Well, you know I don’t mind.” she says, with a smile but her brows were furrowed, “It’s been a while since you suggested it.”

“I know, I guess I miss her a lot.”

Beatrice knew there was something else in there but she didn’t say anything, “Well, I’m okay with it.”

“I can take you to the bar and pick you up.” he nods at their daughter who was now waking up again, “With Nikki.”

“Roos,I’m going to leave the bar around midnight, you don’t have to. I can drive back.”

He licks his lips again, tapping the end of the glass on the counter as his tongue prods the inside of his lower lip, “Are you sure?” she nods, “Well…then let me just take you and Shells can give you a ride, how’s that?”

Beatrice felt that the options wouldn’t be that many and that he’d end up trying to find more reasons to take her. She huffed out a laugh, but nodded, “Alright.Shells and Bob can bring me home, is that better?”

“Much.” 

“I have to wait after I feed Nikki,” she says, adjusting Nicole in her arms while nodding to the bottle of wine, “Then we can have it.” She didn’t know exactly what brought this on but she wasn’t going to complain if her husband wanted to spend time with their infant daughter, on the contrary,she’d support it all the way and would try her best to help him out during that time too.

Their conversation was cut short by Nicole, who was now fully awake and alert, vocalizing while chewing her mother’s shirt, “Oh, speaking of which, it’s time isn’t it, pretty?” she coos, kissing her daughter’s head, “I’m going to sit on the kitchen table,Roos. Can you keep an eye on everything for me?”

“Always,gorgeous.” he smirks, supporting himself with his arm against the counter, his smile only widening as he watches his girls sit down with the dogs lying by Beatrice’s feet. He inhales shakily, closing his eyes briefly before he turns to the stove.

Maybe he could call Mav tomorrow…to keep him company.

And to have a talk.

[fractallogic]

Okay self, here’s the plan for tomorrow

Bagel and cream cheese, banana, yogurt for breakfast. Minimally banana and yogurt.

Take the trash out the second you throw the banana peel away because it smells SO FUCKING BAD for some reason. Doesn’t matter that it’s not even half full. Get that out of the house. Disgusting. (Also this is why I fucking hate having the laundry in the garage. It smells like gas fumes and garbage. In the summer it’s hot as fuck, and in the winter it’s freezing cold. It’s full of spiders. WHY CANT WE HAVE THE LAUNDRY INSIDE THE HOUSE)

Read something?? Downstairs?? Not too hot??

It is supposed to be NINETY FIVE degrees tomorrow and 96 the day after, like 37.5 C.

Today it was like 87 degrees outside, 82 upstairs, and 77 downstairs because the AC in my house is a goddamn fucking joke. Well, downstairs it’s fine. In my bedroom it’s fine (it’s currently cranked down to 66!). In literally any other place in the upstairs, it is hot as balls. I miss Tucson.

I was so hot and cranky after writing today and I thought I was going to barf during (a very normal and air-conditioned) yoga because I was so overheated. I think my meds make me more sensitive to heat, which is incredibly annoying, because the COLD makes EVERYTHING HURT, so now apparently I have to be at EXACTLY THE RIGHT TEMPERATURE or I’ll DIE

On one hand, campus is closed to everyone without keycard access (not me!!), so I could hypothetically go to campus and do work in my office, until my south-facing window gets too hot… but what if everyone being gone due to holiday means that they don’t turn the AC on either???

Well, anyway, eat lunch before you go anywhere if you’re hungry after breakfast—shin ramen + corn + egg

Do something somewhere at some point. Maybe email other prof and say we’re not doing the grant. She doesn’t have to know that it’s because I’m now too psychically tortured by the prospect of getting yelled at by multiple people for doing things at the last minute and therefore haven’t put an ounce of work into it. And it’s also because if I have the chance to get a job paying six figures instead while doing less work than i would as a postdoc, I’m gonna put my effort into that. Duh.

Idk we can just read more. Tannen’s gender and discourse isn’t gonna read itself before it’s due back at the library.

We should write up the stats for the paper too. That will be sort of relatively easy.

Dinner at some point: the warm chickpea salad thing

Take a walk. Or take one in the morning before it’s hot as balls. Idk. But take a walk. It’s important.

Now is when we have to lounge in front of the TV or play video games or something

Don’t open the window to keep the house as quiet as possible for Artemis

At 10:30 turn off video games and watch 2 sitcom episodes (JUST TWO) and have some dessert if you want some

Shower. Bed. This again. But earlier. Please.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary31

10/5-6/2023

errand day.

it's funny how tumblr urges you with "go on, put anything." it's like a dare or something. totally psycho kind of. anyways errands were fine, basically, and i recorded two songs, but i made myself insane today anyways because i impulsively cut my hair to make my bangs "right" and i think they're fine and don't look any different actually except they might sit a little better but i miss my big hair and i should just not touch my hair until it's getting to where i want it to be again and then finally do that stuff and i feel ugly still and so it's all combining to make me really really fucked up or something and i'm basically so stupid that it hurts.

i like kept cutting tiny bits and shearing pieces off just to get like, it to fan out more and i got back in the shower like 3 times so i could re-blow dry my hair over and over and i hate being obsessive like this but i literally c an't let anything go if it feels wrong i need to keep doing it until it's right and i don't want to be like this anymore but my own life feels like a plastic bag on my face that i am trying to adjust just enough so i can breathe but not get rid of entirely, because the burden is necessary sometimes or something, and like, i keep going to the bathroom to check if my bangs look fine and if my hair looks fine and i can't stop myself and it makes me anxious and that makes my body temperature rise and it's so miserable. i am so hot even though it's like only 77 degrees in here. i am feeling slightly on fire and i can feel dampness on my forehead. and that will kind of make my bangs look worse because sweat=greasy greasy=hair sticking together and stuff. i think everyone knows. it's just awful. it's like a downward slope that's going to make me want to light myself on fire.

i want to feel like my hair is a giant blanket or scarf resting on my head, something luxuriant, or something. or at least to feel that one time out of the month, it would be really really nice. i'm really going to make myself feel awful if i keep talking about it but i don't know what else to talk about. today was good in every way i think and i'm just like this. no one really hates me except people who are bound to hate people like me, everyone who talked to me today was nice to me.

i wish i could feel like this again, i guess is how i feel.

at least all this obsessing over hair gave me an image for lyrics, so now one of the 2 min songs that had nothing has something, probably needs to be edited and fleshed out some but that's pretty good, and it won't need to be screamy the whole way through.

anyways, finally listening to a bunch of the songs, especially the more hardcore ones that are a bit older, their mixes are still kinda fucked but i think i definitely know what's wrong with them, they're a little boomy in the guitars meaning the low mids are maybe way too boosted, and the vocals could use more high end and compression, i should also see about lowering the guitars and maybe replacing them with some of the new ones i have but also, these are songs where low-mid heavy guitars are necessary and the newer songs are a bit, i dunno, sharper, i think the guitars here in some of these can sound fine they just need some brightening and re-eqing. otherwise i do have good foundations. some of the songs also need guitars placed in the left channel, i do think it would be good to have something different happening there, maybe plays on the main riff, weird alterations, someone getting really dissonant or something.

in the laundromat, i just sat and listened to orchid and stared into space, i didn't read like i wanted to, i just wanted to not exist kinda and staring into space helped with that, i also dim-wittedly put the clothes that needed drying into a broken dryer so i had to take them out and put them in a working one. #genius

okay, that's enough of today. i really want to shower already and sit and not be sweaty and hopefully get all this dumb stuff off my mind.

so,

byebye!!

[petewentzcoded]

#100 Catch Your Wave - The Click Five

#99 Cute Thing - Car Seat Headrest

“Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery / Songs and high fives and weird sex”

#98 Tongue Tied - Grouplove

“I loved you then and I love you now

#97 Confidant - Bears In Trees

“Because I let your essence go / I’ve not felt clean to this day”

#96 A Little Less 16 Candles a little more touch me - Fall Out Boy

“You can make all the moves / You can aim all the spotlights / Get all the sighs and the moans just right”

#95 Funny You Should Ask - The Front Bottoms

“The good thing about this cast is I can still hold a knife / So if you ever twist my arm again I’ll be sure to put up a fight

#94 Cosmic Hero - Car Seat Headrest

“And if you don’t come home tonight / You will never call it home again / And if you need some peace and quiet / There is room for all in heaven

#93 Fly Out To Alaska - Bears In Trees

“They tried to promote to full-time at the gay bar / I told them I’ve got to finish my degree”

#92 Tibetan Pop Stars - Hop Along

“My love is average / I obey an average law”

#91 Rose by the Ocean - In Her Own Words

“In your eyes I’ve always been a sunny day”

#90 America (Never Been)

“It’s a living kind of life”

#89 Tire Swing - Kimya Dawson

#88 Timberwolves At New Jersey - Taking Back Sunday

#87 Sabrina the Teenage Bitch - Seaway

#86 The Drum - Car Seat Headrest

“The drum’s in debt”

#85 When I come Around - Green Day

#84 Great Heights - Bears In Trees

“And your smile on my shoulder, well that’s mine”

#83 She’s Out of Her Mind - blink-182

#82 Strangers - Car Seat Headrest

“When you’re strange then if they like you then they gotta be stranger”

#81 Dreamcatcher - Grayscale

“She’s got that dark skin, peppermint / Fingers in her mouth”

#80 It’s Called: Freefall

“Called to the Devil and the Devil said / Hey! / Why you been calling this late?”

#79 Piazza, New York Catcher - Belle and Sebastian

“Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world”

#78 Beast Monster Thing - Car Seat Headrest

“Don’t get mad at the system / You can’t change the system / Get mad at your lover! / You can affect your lover!”

#77 I Don’t Want to Be - Gavin DeGraw

“My whole situation made from clay to stone / And now I’m telling everybody”

#76 Sugar We’re Going Down - Fall Out Boy

“Always sleeping in, and sleeping / For the wrong team”

#75 Never Meant - American Football

“”Cause you can’t miss what you forget”

#74 Destroyed By Hippie Powers - Car Seat Headrest

“What happened to that chubby little kid who smiled so much and love the Beach Boys / What happened is I killed that fucker and I took his name, and I got new glasses”

#73 Anyone Else But You - Michael Cera & Elliot Page

#72 Two Beers In - Free Throw

#71 Black Butterflies and Deja Vu - The Maine

“I lose my voice when I look at you”

#70 Beach Life-In-Death - Car Seat Headrest

“Capital O, significant other / And you can take him home to your mother / And say Ma, this is my brother”

#69 Everlong - Foo Fighters

#68 Superstar - Sonic Youth

#67 Notes - Modern Baseball

“A brick-boot swimming lesson / In the deep end of my adolescence”

#66 Bodys - Car Seat Headrest

“Don’t you realize our bodies could fall apart any second? / I am terrified your body could fall apart at any second”

#65 Strange Love - Simple Creatures

“You’re just a crater of yourself / And she’s the fallen angel underneath”

#64 Harness your Hopes - Pavement

“And I’m asking you to hold me just like the morning paper / Pinched between your point, your index and your thumb”

#63 Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

“If you can find a reason, a reason to stay / Standing in the pouring rain”

#62 Death Valley - Fall Out Boy

“You can wear a crown but you’re no princess”

#61 Cloud Sick - Free Throw

“I’m chasing dreams in the clouds / But I don’t wanna feel like nothing forever / I wanna make you proud”

#60 Thick Skin (Should I Give In) - Brave Bird

“We’ll stay young or we’ll stay fucked up and numb / I’m not better but I’m not getting worse”

#59 Harness Your Hopes (Live Version) - Pavement

#58 Jamie All Over - Mayday Parade

“You opened up into my arms / And we laughed as I held you”

#57 Cocaine Jesus (Live Version) - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

#56 Tainted Love - Soft Cell

#55 Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

“touch my neck and I’ll touch yours / You in those little high-waisted shorts

#54 When You Were Young - The Killers

“He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus / But more than you’ll ever know”

#53 When? When? When? - Car Seat Headrest

“And now I’m torn between / Trying to be a better man / Trying to accept the man I am”

#52 Pothole - Modern Baseball

“The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed / At a far off date unknown”

#51 This Year - The Mountain Goats

“I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me”

#50 Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash

#49 Sober To Death - Car Seat Headrest

“We were wrecks before we crashed into each other”

#48 Work - Jimmy Eat World

“When the dance is through, it’s me and you / Come on, would it really be so bad?”

#47 Charlie Black - Modern Baseball

“Wait a minute, ‘cause I’ve been living / More like a fucking king without you”

#46 Alien Blues - Vundabar 

“I need to purge my urges / Shame, Shame, shame on you”

#45 Ivy - Frank Ocean (Car Seat Headrest Cover)

“Not matter what I did / I couldn’t fucking sing back then”

#44 Red & Blue Jeans - The Promise Ring

“You in red and blue jeans / And your white and night things”

#43 Tonight You’re Perfect - New Politics

“Tonight, you’re perfect / I feel perfect too”

#42 Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

“So free up the cheaper seats / Here comes a Greek tragedy”

#41 Heaven, We’re Already Here - The Maine

#40 Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind

#39 Always Sunny In South London - Bears In Trees

“You woke me up last night saying / You were scared of the old you / But I’ve romanticized that enough”

#38 Smokey Eyes - Lincoln

“I hope you’re walking around campus / Contemplating your own smallish size / This is not what all my idols told me college would be like”

#37 1937 State Park - Car Seat Headrest

“I didn’t want you to hear / That shake in my voice / That pain is my own”

#36 Drops of Jupiter - Train (With Confidence Cover)

#35 Apartment - Modern Baseball

#34 Float On - Modest Mouse

#33 Nervous Young Inhumans - Car Seat Headrest

#32 Love & Drugs - The Maine

#31 Your Graduation - Modern Baseball

“And you’d never forget it, oh, just forget it”

#30 Center of Gravity - The Brazen Youth

“And his parents / Still love each other / And music / Still finds its way back to him”

#29 Mr. Brightside

“Open up my eager eyes, ‘cause I’m Mr. Brightside”

#28 Hayloft II - Mother Mother

“Whatever happened to the hayloft? / Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?”

#27 Cocaine Jesus - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

“When you find an old picture of us / And you clear away the dust / I hope you miss me sometimes”

#26 Long Distance Conjoined Twins - Home Is Where

“Alter boys curb stop the mall Santa Claus”

#25 Pretty Handsome Awkward - The Used

#24 Foreigner’s God - Hozier

#23 Where Did The Party Go - Fall Out Boy

“Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life / So let‘s fade away together one dream at a time”

#22 Courage Was Confused - Knapsack

#21 The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

#20 The Medic - Foxing

#19 Don’t Drink Coffee - Bears In Trees

#18 Coals - Modern Baseball

“You find it hard to miss your family / When everyday you’re part of one more”

#17 In The Water - Head North

“That’s how I loved you most / When you’d burn at my soul / Remind of all I could feel”

#16 Kilby Girl - The Backseat Lovers

“Feels like a night to carry a tune”

#15 You’re In Love with Me - Car Seat Headrest

#14 Re-Do - Modern Baseball

“Your unrequited love for life”

#13 I’m Doing Push Ups - Bears In Trees

“Now you’re as hollow as you’d always said you’d be / Screaming “hold my hand but please don’t touch me”

#12 A Decade Under The Influence - Taking Back Sunday

#11 Cherry Wine - Hozier

#10 Re-done - Modern Baseball 

“On a side note you stole my heart/ Like I stole your hometown lingo

#9 Long Distance Conjoined Twins (Live Version) - Home Is Where

#8 Cute With The E - Taking Back Sunday

#7 She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

#6 Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

“I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause God I never felt young”

#5 The Future Freaks Me Out - Motion City Soundtrack

#4 MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

“You are everything I want / Cause you are everything I’m not”

#3 Cherry - Moose Blood

“With your hair up like you do / And that face that you give me when you’ve missed me”

#2 Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional

#1 Acolyte - Slaughter  Beach, Dog

“Soak my scrapes and sleep tight / Sing, my brave acolyte”

[good-night-space-kid]

Having a shit day and I’ve been so nauseous since I woke up so I wanted to make potatoes and I fucking. Dropped my rice cooker bowl thing full of water and it splashed on I think every surface of my room and now I’m drenched and my pot is dented so the lid doesn’t fit right and also my room is like 80+ degrees because the heat is on and it’s 77 out. So so tired and done with today

[miniscrew-anon]

The Cold War

@st0rmyskies HSH Edition because I cannot stop. I am shaking the whole household in my brain like it’s a snow globe

I dedicate this to everyone who knows The Struggle of home temperature regulation with roommates who span from radiators to lizard people.

———-

It starts with Warriors.

"78 degrees?" Wars looked down his nose at the temperature dial, perfectly manicured eyebrows cocked in offense. Having the heat pumping through the house in the middle of April was ridiculous. Especially when anything above 75 was sweating weather. He placed one hand on his hip and another to his head, sighing dramatically.

He did not spend 89 rupees of Time’s money just to have his foundation leak off his face, thank you very much!

Wars turns the temperature down to a much more reasonable number and nods contently to himself. He considers his good deed of the day done and returns to the kitchen table to steal the paper before Time can.

-----

74 degrees?!

Legend scowls, hands rubbing at his exposed knees furiously. He’d felt cold all morning but he thought it was just him. What kind of psycho would ever put it that low? That's goddamned sweater weather! And in April? When the winter chill was still in the air? What hairy mongrel could ever be comfortable in anything under 75? Does he live with goddamned yetis?

These assholes are lucky he doesn’t have the funds for black diamonds, or someone would be getting it in their charm bag for this.

The sullen young man turns it up, scowling all the while.

-----

"79? Are you for fucking real?" Wind hisses. He was already pissed that the whole house had central heating and only one thermostat that controlled the temperature everywhere. But having to trudge downstairs just to find someone actually set it to near 80 made it worse.

He’s sacrificed a lot of comfort to live with Twilight’s rejects, but this was too far. It’s like these assholes want his fucking computers to overheat.

Wind mutters angrily and twists the dial to something more reasonable.

----

"Okay, this is just ridiculous."

Twilight knows he's probably more used to the heat, being a country boy who spent his summers out in the field, but he finds it crazy that anyone could be comfortable at 72 degrees. Especially when it's still so nippy outside! Spring had only just begun, after all. And all of the shade from the nearby buildings made it that much cooler. Twilight had come in from the garden to warm up and he was not happy that warmth was nowhere to be found.

He grabs the dial and twists, putting it at 77. Then he pauses, thinking. It feels pretty cold outside now that the sun is setting - maybe he should turn it up a bit more to be safe. He turns the dial thrice more. There! Now the house will be nice and cozy.

------

Wild wipes sweat off his forehead and frowns at the dial. Someone must have accidentally bumped the thermostat - no one in their right mind would heat a house to 80.

Wild in particular liked it nice and cool, especially when he was busy cooking away over a hot stove. Which he had been for the last three hours while he made an experimental batch of pistachio and salsa cookies. He doesn't usually mind the heat but he's been baking all day, and opening the oven when it's already hot is like exposing himself to the gates of heck. He's pretty sure he's gotten a sunburn with how warm his face feels.

So he whistles cheerily and turns it down to a comfy 70, positive that everyone would be thankful he fixed it.

------

Hyrule shivers, wrapping his white coat around himself.

Maybe it was because the outside was so warm but the inside of the house felt cold. He takes off his crocs and hides them away in the back of the closet where Warriors wouldn't have to see them. Hyrule crosses the foyer and checks the temperature.

Apparently someone in the house is hot-blooded. Maybe a bit crazy, too, since 70 degrees for a house is a bit beyond the norm and pretty far from Hyrule's own range of comfort. Legends, too, now that he thinks of it.

Hyrule turns the heat up to 82. He wants to quickly warm the house before he has to go upstairs and listen to Legend no-doubly complain about the cold. But he'll turn it down before he goes upstairs so that he doesn't accidently cook his friends.

Hyrule goes into the kitchen for the first real meal of the day and promptly forgets about the thermostat in the face of homemade lasagna waiting in the fridge.

-----

Sky is Dying.

He'd gone to sleep on the couch in the living room and had woken up in the pits of Hell. He was panting and sweating, shirt soaked through and sticking to his body. When he'd gotten up from his nap he'd left a literal sweat stain on the upholstery.

Who set the temperature to 82?! Satan?!

He smacks the dial and turns it down until he can feel cool air start pouring out of the vents. Sky sighs in relief at the cold, leaving the thermostat to go sit down on the couch that sits directly under one of the air vents. He lays down, fully aware that he left the temperature a bit too low. He means to get up and turn it up, he really does, but the cool couch is so inviting. And when it does get a bit nippy he just pulls the blankets hanging over the back cushions and wraps himself up.

He promises himself that he'll get up and change it. Soon. Just after he closes his eyes for a bit. Just a few minutes, that’s all.

-----

Climbing up to the first floor felt less like walking up a flight of stairs and more like climbing the Hebra Mountains.

"Who the fuck turns a house into an ice box." Four hisses, staring at the thermostat from his self-made blanket burrito. The dial lay at a measly 67 degrees.

The mechanic had lugged his tools up from the garage with him because he'd been certain that the thermostat was broken. After all, what other explanation could there be for the house to suddenly become a part of the Arctic Circle?

But nope - turns out one of his housemates is just off their fucking rocker!

He reluctantly frees one hand and braves the arctic to dial up the heat. In retaliation for his numb fingers and chattering teeth, Four turns it up to 85. Both to piss off whatever abomination made the house that cold and also so that he'll regain feeling in his extremities faster. He returns to the garage, unapologetic of his actions.

------

In the middle of the night, a ferocious monster stalks the halls. Awoken from his slumber, sweat-drenched from the heat of the two winter blankets that had earlier been necessary, a killer searches for his prey. Down and down he travels, eyes glowing with embers of malice.

There, at the bottom of the stairs, he spots the target of his hatred. He stands before it and stares down, glowering and near foaming at the mouth in anger.

Funny how something so mundane could cause such fury. He takes hold of it, hands trembling with pure hatred, and twists.

Then, with all the strength, savagery and burning hot rage that has built within him over this last hellish day, he pulls his fist back and mercilessly sends the accursed thing straight to hell.

-----

The next morning, breakfast is unusually charged.

Wars is serving looks for breakfast, eyes narrowed and searching. Legend, in turn, lurked in the dark shadows of the room, startling housemates with his silent yet hair-raising presence. Wind had his phone out, scowling every time he felt eyes on him. Four, in an unusually sour mood, made bitter eye contact with everyone who happened to glance in his direction. Wild nervously served scrambled eggs with fresh veggies and pork sausages while Hyrule hovered near the coffee station with twitchy fingers. Twilight and Sky engaged in a conversation consisting entirely of eyebrow quirks and quick glances.

Time sips his coffee calmy, the picture of serenity despite his bruised knuckles.

And just outside those kitchen walls lay the latest victim of the Fierce Deity's wrath.

The thermostat: shattered, broken, and forever trapped on a mild 75 degrees.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Just Some Proof I'm Writing This Fic:

The Fic has turned into a fucking Monster now, but I have the Tentative Chapter Titles for all of The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)!! It's a Long Post, so the whole list is under the cut, but the Seasons are called:

Season One: Channel Island Caper

Season Two: Battle Royale With Cheese

Season Three: Make Lovecraft, Not Warcraft

Season Four: The Height Of Idiocy Is About The Same As This Tower

Season Five: Santorini Dreamin'

Season Six: It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Season One: Channel Island Caper

Episode 1: It's Not Like Any Of Us Were Going To College Anyway

Episode 2: There Was Definitely Room For Both Of Them On That Door

Episode 3: Parks And Desolation

Episode 4: A Very Particular Set Of Skills

Episode 5: How to Mine For Phish

Episode 6: We Can Have A Little Murder. As A Treat.

Episode 7: The Clown Pagliacci

Episode 8: Kink Shaming Is My Kink

Episode 9: Monster Mash (ed peas)

Episode 10: Does Anyone Know Where The Mountain Dew Is?

Episode 11: The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known

Episode 12: Friendship Speech

Episode 13: The Theological Implications Of Bugs Bunny

Episde 14: There's No Business Like Show Business

Episode 15: When Did Mötley Crüe Become Classic Rock?

Episode 16: Noodle Incident

Episode 17: This Episode Contains The Worst Joke You've Ever Heard

Episode 18: Dante's Disco Inferno

Episde 19: Ancient Egyptian Large Hadron Collider

Episode 20: That Belongs In A Museum!

Episode 21: My Husband With An Economics And Finance Degree Helped Me Write This Chapter

Episode 22: The Gods Have No Fury Like A Parent Scorned

Season 2: Battle Royale With Cheese

Episode 23: Maybe Next Time Use LoJack?

Episdoe 24: Ancient Egyptian Large Hadron Collider, Now With Pictures Because I Heard Y'all Were Stupid

Episode 25: Having Fun Ain't Hard, When You Have A Library Card!

Episode 26: Terms And Conditions Apply

Episode 27: Foresight is 50/50

Episode 28: Do You Do Children's Parties?

Episode 29: Ivermectin

Episode 30: Clown College Dropout

Episode 31: In Which You All Get To Learn About My Special Interest

Episode 32: IntricateRituals.meme

Episode 33: Ride Of the Valkyries

Episode 34: Math Problem

Episode 35: Because Things Went So Well With the Hindenberg

Episode 36: It's Like A Seder With Vincent Price

Episode 37: Feature Creep

Episode 38: Man's Best Friend

Episode 39: Above All, To Thine Own Self Be True

Episode 40: So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish

Episode 41: Midnight Bender At Bernie's

Season Three: Make Lovecraft, not Warcraft:

Episode 42: Breakfast Club

Episode 43: Monster Factory

Episode 44: Beautiful And Terrible As The Dawn

Episode 45: One Is A Genius, the Other's Insane

Episode 46: Mine Will Be The Shiniest Empire

Episode 47: He'll Kick Himself When He Remembers The Rocket Boots

Episode 48: Deus Vult, Motherfuckers

Episode 49: Frankenstein Has Some Regrets

Episode 50: Scooby Doo Hall Scene

Season Four: The Height Of Idiocy Is About The Same As This Tower

Episode 51: Who's on First, What's on Second-

Episode 52: Chess With A Pigeon

Episode 53: Master Of Ceremonies

Episode 54: The Steaks Are High

Episode 55: Fuck Around-

Episode 56: -And Find Out

Episode 57: Beach Episode

Episode 58: An Old Priest And A Young Priest

Episode 59: Nobody's-Getting-Any-Slumber Party

Season 5: Santorini Dreamin'

Episode 60: Ignoring The Most Important Dungeons And Dragons Rule

Episode 61: Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right, But Three Thefts Do!

Episode 62: (in)Human After All

Episode 63: Destroy Your Local Golf Course

Episode 64: GIRL'S NIGHT!!

Episode 65: You Can Keep Your El Dorado, And To Hell With Burgundy!

Episode 66: It's Constantinople, Not Istanbul

Episode 67: The Most Dangerous Game

Episode 68: 'What I Did On My Summer Vacation' Essay

Season Six: It's The End Of The World As We Know It :)

Episode 69 (nice): It's Just A Jump To The Left!

Episode 70: At Least David Bowie Isn't In Here, Fondling His Balls?

Episode 71: All According To Keikaku

Episode 72: A Stranger In Paradise

Episode 73: Oh Mama I'm In Fear For My Life From The Long Arm Of The Law

Episode 74: That Left Turn At Albaquerque

Episode 75: The Power Of Friendship (+4 ATK/+10DMG)

Episode 76: Ammemoarpigi

Episode 77: I Hate Ending Stories, So I'm Not Going To.

I seem to be clocking an average of 5K per chapter so this beast will probably be... 385,000 words (72% of a Le Miserables) when I'm done?

lol.

[slasherbaby]

Sugar Sugar (Jack Dante x Trans Masc Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, cock/cunt/pussy used for the readers junk

+ I tossed in some cyberpunk ‘77 lingo because Death Machine is so deliciously cyberpunk I couldn't help myself

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Standing outside of the large metal doors, you have two thoughts. Firstly, who the hell spray paints their name on the entrance to their office, and secondly, Scott goddamn Ridley better fucking not be sending you down here on a wild goose chase.

It was beyond frustrating that you had to cash in the favor he owed you for something as stupid as clearing your record, but you were at the end of the line and there was no other way out. Besides turning yourself in of course, with the hopes of getting a sentence lesser than life without parole.

You give the door a few sharp raps before leaning back, smacking your bubblegum noisily. No response, of fucking course. After a bit more incessant knocking, you hear a strangled, angry noise come from the other side, and suddenly it wooshes open.

Oh. This guy definitely looks like the type of person to tag the outside of their office like a kid writing on their sneakers.

“You Jack Dante?” You blow a pink bubble and let it explode with a pop. It draws the man’s eyes straight to your lips and you smirk when he licks over his own. He nods, shaking some of his long, greasy hair out of his face. “Well then, it’s my lucky day.”

“I didn’t hire a joytoy.” He responds bluntly, and you chuckle in response.

It’s a valid enough assumption- you weren’t exactly dressed for cold weather. Ripped-up fishnets, tight shorts that barely covered your ass, and a battered, metallic-looking crop top. Paired with your smeared eyeliner and leather jacket, you looked like the product of an LSD-fueled fuck fest between a rockerboy and the physical manifestation of kitsch, not at all like someone who’d be allowed into CHAANK’s headquarters.

“Your boss sent me.” You push off from where you’re leaning in the doorway and saunter inside, forcing him to step aside for your entrance. “And I’m not selling. At least not right now.”

Dante stares at you for a moment before throwing up his hands. “You his new secretary or something? He still upset about me not going to the board meeting?” He hits a button and the door whooshes shut. “Did he send you down here to punish me?”

“Do I look like a secretary?” You turn just in time to see him leering at you, and you can’t help but snort at the implication. “Let’s just say he owes me a favor. I gotta issue that I need… taken care of, and he said you’re the man who can make it happen.”

“Ya know usually I would tell him to fuck off,” The man’s trenchcoat swings as he takes a seat at his desk, the wheels on his chair spinning. “But since you came in looking so… nice,” His eyes rove over your scantily clad body before he hums in appreciation. “I’m willing to help you. Let me guess, you need your debt to disappear. Or a criminal record cleared? Some illicit security footage needs to be deleted?”

“Bingo on the second one.” You swing yourself up onto a semi-clean section of his desk, perching close enough that you could reach into his lap if you wanted to. “Though I wouldn’t say no to getting rid of some debt.”

“Mmm sure. Righty-o, your wish is my command!” He taps a few things into his keyboard before asking for your social security, which you give to him without thinking twice about it. If Dante turns out to be some bullshit creep that can’t do what Scott says he can, you’ll be going to the slammer and it won’t matter that he has your info.

He finds what he’s looking for in the same amount of time you’d use to butter toast.

“Oooh, someone’s been a very naughty baby. An active warrant for your arrest… What’s this, attempted first-degree murder?” He wolf whistles, still clicking away. “They’ll definitely lock you up for that one, sugar lips, I know from experience. Cops are so fucking dramatic, ya know? Some people just deserve to get offed.”

Averting your eyes away from the screen, you focus on picking at your fishnets instead. What happened that night was far from your finest moment, but it was all just a big misunderstanding. Sure, you may have caused that guy some damage, but he survived! And it’s not like you actually had a plan to try and murder him- in all honesty, what you did was practically self-defense. But you’d have to be stupid to think that any cop, judge, or jury would take your word over the guy who fell into your knife ten times.

“Ah, well. No harm no foul!” With a final click, he leans back in his chair. “All gone. Your record is squeaky clean.”

“Really?” You let out a loud sigh and shut your eyes. It’s almost like you can feel the tension in your shoulders dissipate, the shaky ball of nerves you’ve had since that night fading into something close to giddiness. “Fuck, I don’t know how you can do this, but thank you. Seriously, thank you.”

“I can sprinkle my magic pixie dust over your debt as well, make it go POOF.” Jack laces his fingers together and arches his palms, popping the joints in his knuckles. “But this time you’ll owe meee.”

“I’d take you over a debt collector any day.” You lean back a little, careful not to knock anything over as you spread your legs, exposing the inside of your fishnet-covered thighs. Usually you don’t immediately jump to offering sexual favors, but judging by how he’s been eyefucking you since you walked in and the number of porno mags strewn around his abode, you highly doubted that there was anything else on his mind besides getting his dick wet.

His laugh sounds more like a cackle as he goes back to his computer, bashing at the keys a new black screen is pulled up, filled with blocky green numbers that make no sense to you.

“Geez, that’s some debt. You got a shopping addiction or something?”

“If I had a shopping addiction, I wouldn’t be wearing ten-year-old shoes.” You laugh. “It’s just this city, ya know. Shit piles up.” You wave your hand vaguely, hoping that he’d leave it at that. The city really did eat people up, especially the ones it saw as little- average people like you who do everything they can to scrape enough together for rent every month. Without a job that offered benefits, there was nothing you could do besides promise to pay the bill later when an emergency struck.

He shrugs in an apathetic way, his eyes still fixed on the monitor. It’s only then that you take the time to fully look around the room. It’s… lived in, for sure. It certainly doesn’t look like any work environment that you’ve ever seen before- it looks more like a bedroom.

“Okay, okay. Let’s make a deal. Hmm…” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “How about I make all your money issues go away with the power of hacking, and in return, you let me tongue that pretty pussy of yours.”

You blink a few times before giggling, unsure if you heard him right. “You want me to pay you back by you eating me out?”

“I want,” He rolls his chair over until he’s between your dangling legs, his hands coming to rest on your knees. “A taste of your sugar, baby.”

The way he speaks is odd, almost cringe-worthy in a way, and yet you find yourself growing hot from the dirty talk. You lick your lips and wiggle slightly on the desk, pulling down your shorts until they reach the middle of your thigh. He takes the initiative then, throwing aside all pretense of gentleness as he yanks them off and tosses them over his shoulder.

From the way he starts off, you can tell he isn’t the most experienced. But what he lacks in learned-skill, he makes up for in sheer enthusiasm.

Pulling your hips closer, he shoves his tongue deep inside of you, groaning deliriously as his nose rubs at your clit.

“Yesss,” Your hand flies to his hair, smoothing down the messy tangles on top of his head as he eats you out. “So good, so fucking good,”

The praise revs him up like an engine, and he doesn’t wait before sucking and licking his way up to your stiffening cock, suctioning his lips around it before flicking his tongue.

You whine, all thoughts of logical statements leaving your mind as the pleasure overwhelms you. Maybe it’s been too long since you’ve had a partner as excited as he is to get you off, but you know that you can only take so much of this before you cum embarrassingly early.

When he pulls away, his eyes are wide and his pale cheeks are ruddy with excitement. His chest heaves as he groans, pressing reverential kisses to your inner thighs.

“Tastes like heaven,” His voice is hardly a rumble as he moves his lips against your skin, licking a stripe from your thigh to your core. He pulls away with an obscene slurping noise, smacking his lips together afterward as if he’s tasting a delicacy. “Fucking sublime, top-quality pussy,” He rambles on, his hips jerking every so often despite the lack of friction he’s getting. “Better than cocaine and doughnuts for breakfast, gonna eat you for every fucking meal.”

“Please,” You tug at his hair when his tongue slips between your folds again, lapping at your cock. “Please fuck, I need something, need- ah, I need it,” Cohesive thoughts are beyond your grasp as he pulls away, his breath hot against your soaked cunt. “Fuck me, fuck, need you inside me, 'm not gonna last,”

Your hole clenches around nothing at the sound of his zipper, and you shimmy your hips in anticipation. When he finally pulls himself free, you can’t help the breathless noise you let out. His wide eyed-stare finds you instantly, and you send him a grin in return.

“Fuck, I thought you had a gun in your pocket, didn’t realize you’re just,” You bite your lower lip, close to drooling as you take in his girth. “Fuckin’ huge.”

Without missing a beat, he reaches into his left jean pocket, pulling out a handgun and casually putting it down on the desk next to you. “How ‘bout both?” He matches your grin as he strokes his cock, taking a step closer to you and rubbing himself against your folds.

Logically, you know that this is the reddest fucking flag in the history of red fucking flags. But at the same time, you’ve never been known to make good choices when you’re horny. And you need to be fucked so bad it’s making your teeth ache, so you settle on ignoring the warning sign. Whatever. You’ve always thought that danger was a bit of a turn-on, anyway, “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? I like it.”

He shrugs, but his attempt at a casual demeanor fails as his shoulders shudder from the little taste of praise. “Got a lot more goodies where that came from,” He leans down, licking and sucking on your neck quickly before standing back up. “Stick around and I’ll give you the tour.”

You laugh, but it’s quickly turned into a yelp as he thrusts into you without warning.

He exhales through his nose roughly before grabbing your hips, squeezing the chub he finds and relishing in the feeling.

“Fuckk, so fucking tight,” He watches as you writhe against him, shifting your hips as you get accustomed to the stretch. “Greedy cunt, fucking greedy, ah, fuck, perfect,”

“Dante,” You groan, pressing your hips towards his desperately. “Move,”

“Where're your manners now? No more ‘pretty please’, huh?” He exhales heavily when he pulls out a bit and thrusts back in shallowly. “I’m gonna wreck this pussy, gonna make you cream so hard you’ll cry, and then I’ll keep going.”

You briefly wonder if it’s physically possible for this guy to stop talking, but the thought gets punched out as soon as he begins to pick up the pace.

It’s sloppy and fast, with Dante’s entire desk shaking from his efforts, whatever trinkets and pieces of machinery he has clanging and threatening to fall off of it.

You cum before him, practically howling with pleasure as your orgasm pulsates through your body. He doesn’t relent as he fucks you, if anything the way you clench around him makes him go harder. Slamming into you with all of his might, bruising your hips with how tight he holds onto you.

“Gonna fill this fuckin’ pussy up so good, gonna stuff you with my cum,” One of his hands leaves your hip, slamming down onto the desk right above where your shoulder rests. “You want it? Want my cum? Wanna be my good fuckin’ boyfriend and take it for me?”

Dante grabs onto the back of your neck, hauling you up so your back is pressed against one of the monitors. He slams your foreheads together so hard you can nearly feel your teeth rattle, forcing you to look into his glinting pale eyes.

“Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ want it, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you so fuckin’ good, gonna make you my whore, gonna treat you so fucking good, gonna -” He cums as he rambles, his words stifled by moaning as he paints your insides white. You groan, sinking your teeth into the junction between his shoulder and his neck as he rides out his orgasm with sporadic thrusts.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pulling back, just enough to get a proper view of your face. You examine him in return, taking in his unkempt hair, pallid skin, and dark bags under his eyes. Well, now you know what sex with death warmed up feels like.

"Next time I'll fuck that pretty, sugar plum mouth of yours," He pants as he touches your lips, dragging your bottom lip down with his fingers. "Gonna shoot my load right down your throat, make you guzzle my jizz." Dante grins like the cat who's got the canary, and despite how godawful his words are, you can't help but return the smile.

"Next time, huh?"

"Yeah, we're gonna be interfacing on a regular basis, I know you want it just as bad as I do." He moves his hand down to your throat, giving it a little squeeze that's practically gentle in comparison to the damage he really could do. "You're mine now," He sing-songs the last bit, not phased in the slightest by what he’s implying will happen if you don’t get with his program.

“You didn’t even ask me out…” You grumble, but wrap your arms around his neck regardless. Even his clothes are cool to the touch, soothing against your flushed skin. He drops his hands from your throat and joins in your mock-hug, settling his arms around your waist.

“You’re right, I ate you out.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and gives his hips a final thrust, still seated deep inside you. You yelp, making him cackle before he pulls out, tucks himself back into his ripped pants, and flops back down into his chair.

You lean forward, elbows on knees, and work on catching your breath while Dante chatters away at some nonsensical thing. He really never did stop talking, did he?

When you move to get off the desk, he whips his head to the side at a record speed. “Where’re you going?”

The look he gives you is priceless. All big, pleading eyes and confused, drawn in eyebrows. Seeing this strange man pouting like a child left at daycare would’ve usually made you laugh, but somehow from him, it feels more endearing than embarrassing.

Well, maybe just a little embarrassing. And definitely clingy, but not in a bad way. Call you desperate, but it’s been a while since someone wanted you around, especially after having a quickie. Logically, you know that this guy can’t be all good news. He worked for CHAANK after all, and acted like keeping a fucking gun in his pocket was something casual. If you were smart, you’d grab your underwear and leave. Giving him another look, you shake your head in defeat. Fuck it, thinkings for losers.

“Nowhere. You said you’d give me the tour, remember?” You hop off the desk and grab your shorts, slipping them back on before stretching your arms over your head, groaning when your back cracks. “Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve come that hard. Even longer since I’ve been come in.”

Dante’s puppy-dog expression morphs into one of smugness in seconds, and he leans back to get a view of you while you stretch out your sore limbs.

“I think you fucked the energy out of me,” You yawn dramatically, not bothering to cover your mouth with a hand. “Is it cool if I chill here for a bit? Maybe we could order takeout or something…”

His enthusiastic nodding makes you smile, your heart doing a little flop in your chest. Dante was cute in a strange, fun way that you just know your family would disapprove of. You were liking him more and more by the second.

“C’mere,” He reaches out for you, making grabby motions with his hands. “Be my cuddly marshmallow bunny.”

Laughing, you kick off your shoes haphazardly, not thinking twice before straddling his lap. “Marshmallow?”

“Cause you’re sweet,” He squeezes your waist and brings you in for a kiss, which is almost gentle before he sticks out his tongue and licks your lips. You pull back and laugh again, smacking your hand against his chest as he cackles. “Like a peep!”

“You’re crazy, Dante.” You grin, leaning back down for a proper kiss.

“Oh, you’ll see.” He murmurs against you, his lips a fraction away from yours. “Just you wait for the tour, then I’ll really show you crazy.”

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I wanna give a massive thank you to my bestie and beta reader, @bestbi-electronics who is an absolute icon for helping me with Dante’s gross dirty talk & for coming up with him saying he wants to ‘see you guzzle his jizz’ + thank you for also being attracted to greasy, evil men & screaming about horny stuff with me ily <3

[thesevro]

77 degrees

nanami kento x reader smut word count: 1.6K words

WARNINGS: Explicit SMUT, degradation kink, shower sex

HEAT RISES FROM water pouring from the showerhead above, while a different sort of heat fans from your panting mouth.

But your body is warmer than anything else.

Nanami pulls you closer to him by the bottom of your curved ass. His entire body is wet. Though his fingers are slick with something different.

His eyes are open. He watches with the relaxed, lidded gaze of a sneaking predator. Listens to your moans with the ears of a panther.

He slides his tongue further into your mouth. You are wet against his chest. Pressed into him with his arms clutching you in a snake-like vise. Body naked. Blushing red all over. 

You are the most appetizing prey he has ever feasted on.

Nanami kisses you until you can barely breathe through the hot steam rising into your nostrils and the water that has begun to drown you. He is a devilish predator gorging on snatched prey. Diving his tongue between your lips then sliding it out ever so slowly to let it warm the hot flesh of your neck. His teeth aid him in tasting every part of the sumptuous little meal he has, one made of quivering flesh and breathy moans of his name. He bruises you with his incisors. You squeeze his shoulders with each nip, tossing your head back to let him devour you further.

You say his name again, "Nanami... please..."

"What is it, darling?" he says. "Use your words."

"I just—ah!" You tremble, your thighs shaking around his hand. He thrusts three of his fingers into your hole. Diverts your attention from your words because he wants to play a little more.

Nanami slides his fingers out just as quickly as he slipped them inside you. Holds your hip to lead you to the wet shower wall. Your back touches the wall. You watch as his body follows yours to pin you to the cold tile. Every muscle bulges and ripples with his movements.

"Apologies, my love," he says softly. Gets a thigh between your legs and smirks ever so slightly as you rut once into the thick muscle of his leg. "What were you saying?"

"I need you inside me," you whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders to rut in slow, seductive motions on his thigh. A lovely sigh escapes him as he feels your hole clench on his thigh.

"How badly do you want it?" he asks. "You're going to have to deserve it."

You frown with palpable discontent. Then you pounce on him. It is your turn to be the prowling predator.

Nanami retracts his leg from between yours to lean into you as you pull him to you. You open your mouth to bite at his collarbone with unrelenting clenches of your jaw. Nanami savors the sharp pricks of pain. Lets you have your fun.

Then he snaps your head back with a hand behind your head and hefts you up so you lie balanced between his body and the wall. A hand grips your thigh in a vise, palm on the back of your thigh while his fingers press into the outside of your leg.

"You want it, darling?" He prods at your slick with his shaft. Slides his cock up and down your cunt but never slipping it inside. "Show me how badly you want it."

Although... he has a feeling he wants you more.

Your pussy twitches around the length of his cock as he thrusts it against you once more. Always teasing. Never meeting what you beg for him to give you with your eyes.

"Please, Nanami," you whine. He indulges in your touch, your sounds, your warmth. Tries to quell the desperation welling up so monstrously inside him he almost ruts straight into you without a second thought.

"Please..." He leans into your ear. "What?"

"Please fuck me."

He chuckles. "Of course, darling."

You gasp with the first thrust. Throw your head back into the wall. With your throat bare to him he cannot help but sink his teeth into the water-wet flesh there, nibbling and nipping with the hunger of an emaciated predator. Nanami's brows furrow. You've always been so damn tight.

He draws his hips back to pound another thrust into you. He takes it slow, but makes each rut of his hips hard enough to send you scrabbling for purchase along the wide berth of his shoulders. He presses his forehead to yours. You hook your hands together from behind his neck to pull him closer. Kiss him with an open mouth and a lolling tongue he licks with his own. Your eyes are closed. He keeps his open. He's always loved seeing you like this, seeing how easy it is for him to make a mess of you with his cock.

You twitch into him. Pussy squeezing his cock, his naked thighs meeting yours. Nanami revels in each clench of your pussy. Slams into you harder with each one, the sounds of his cock sliding into you so deliciously obscene. So wet. Fucking you is like sliding into a hot vat of smooth, exquisite butter.

He forces you to look at him, grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. You can barely focus. Barely see him with the sinful jolts of pleasure shooting up your core with each thrust he slips into you. Your flowering folds suck him in with an eagerness even you have no control of.

Nanami warms over with a sick sense of pride at your crossed eyes. He drops his head into the junction between your shoulder and neck. Lets his hand fall to hold both your thighs open.

The next thrust he pushes into you is a harsh pound that makes your body seize up in pleasure. You cry out. Try to push yourself away from him.

"N-Nanami!" You are only allowed seconds to relish the hedonism before he truly begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll back. Toes curl. It is too much. "Nanami, please! Stop. Slow down!"

He pays your begging no mind. For once, Nanami Kento decides to be selfish.

"You tell me to stop when you're moaning like that?" he says into your ear with the trace of a laugh. "When you're milking my cock like a desperate whore."

Your body seizes up again. You seem to enjoy the denigration. He pulls the words from his lungs without really putting much breath into them. They are airy. Not real truths.

As long as it makes you feel good.

He's so close he barely has to lean forward to tongue the shell of your ear. His chest presses into yours while he plays with you.

"As if I'll stop now," he says. "There's still so much I can do with you."

He wraps your other leg around his waist. The movement frees one of his hands. He looks down to calculate his movements even when he doesn't particularly have to.

Nanami groans out loud at the sight of his cock meeting your pussy. At the unholy way he can see his cock slipping right into your hole. It's so much of a stretch that your pussy glows a swollen red. Every nerve on his cock erupts at the sight. He nearly cums.

"Look at that," he says. "Taking my cock so, so well. Do you really want me to stop?"

Drool slides down the corner of your mouth. He asks the question again, more firmly this time. It takes several moments for the words to register, and when they do you immediately shake your head.

"N-no, no! Please, don't stop."

"There we are." His fingers slide over to tease your sopping folds. "That's how it should be."

His thumb works up from just above the point where his cock grinds into your pussy to settle on the swollen bud of pleasure that he knows will make you unwind quick and sweet as honey.

With his forehead against yours, he watches as you unfold before him, his fingers and hips never ceasing their ferocious motions. He watches as your eyes cross, then shuts his as he finally reaches his high.

The sounds of your love-making grow slicker. White spills from your convulsing hole. His cock softens with the last shallow, slow thrusts he slips into you. His eyes remain closed. He savors everything with his other senses.

The smell of sex is heady in your nose. Heavier in his. He pants. You do, too, tired breaths mingling with his.

When he opens his eyes, yours are still shut, and he takes this as an opportunity to apologize for the words that had slipped from him earlier. He runs a hand through your wet hair. Cups your cheek with his hand. Each action is worth a thousand apologies, but he says one all the same.

"Darling, I'm sorry for calling you what I did earlier. You're anything but a—"

"Shut up," you mutter. "Call me that again and I might just ask for another round. And I'm exhausted."

Well. That's new.

"Though next time I do not want to go that far," he says. "It is not right of me."

"Baby," you say, "You can call me your little cum dump or whatever else you can think of and I would still beg for you to fuck me."

"That is a... tasteless pet name." He shakes his head. "Who comes up with such degrading combinations?"

"William Shakespeare."

"Then I must be a better lover than he ever was."

"Don't make me laugh while you're literally inside me."

[lovemeleo]

Prompts 77 and 82 for either coops or oknutzy would be amazing! Love your writing ❤

Ah thank you so so much. Let’s do O’Knutzy for this one! These lovely OCs belong to the ever amazing @lumosinlove!

Prompt #77: “Maybe I’d rather take my time.”

Prompt #82: “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

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A whole week off. Seven entire days that they didn’t have to run drills, go to the rink or even leave the house at all.

They had practice last night, and now they were free.

Logan planned to take advantage of all this free time. Which brings us to his current position: in Finn’s lap on the couch, enjoying the rough feeling of his stubble on his cheeks as he kissed him deeply while Leo watched from the recliner. Finn had gotten two hat tricks in the last game, so now he didn’t want to shave the stubble away.

This was a superstition Logan could get behind.

Finn had been reading to Logan while Leo was on the phone with his Mom when Logan had decided this book was boring.

Running a hand through fire-red hair, Logan pressed his hips to Finn’s, grinding down. Finn groaned, tugging on the bottom of Logan’s tee, “Off, Lo. Take it off.”

Logan smirked as he nipped at the other boy’s jaw, “Maybe I’d rather take my time.” He murmured against pale skin, pressing a kiss to the now red mark.

Finn let out a whine, his head falling back on the couch, “Lo, baby, c’mon. Don’t tease.” He pouted as his hands slipping under Logan’s white t-shirt, tracing over sun-kissed skin.

A warm breath hit Finn’s skin as Logan let out a chuckle, “I think you can be patient, Harz. Maybe we should wait for Nut?” Logan asked, looking over his shoulder at the younger boy who was trying his best to pay attention to his Mom on the phone. Logan traced over the blush that went down Finn’s neck. “I’m sure he loves to see you all flushed and pretty like this.”

Finn bit his lip, keeping his neck bared as he felt a hand trace down his neck to his chest, all the way to the waistband of his sweats, “Please.” He whispered, not daring to move.

It felt like the temperature in the house had gone up 20 degrees in the past ten seconds. Logan’s fingers rested on the waistband before he slipped to the floor between Finn’s legs, running his hands down strong thighs.

A devious smile spread across his face as Finn’s head snapped to face him, “Here’s the deal, babes. I’m gonna blow you.” Logan explained, causing a hiss of curse words to pour from Finn’s lips as his sweats were tugged down his thighs.

“Don’t get too excited. There’s a catch, of course.” Logan continued, tugging the sweats down to Finn’s ankles. “No noise. Nothing, or I stop then and there. You don’t cum.” Finn's gaze flickered up to Leo before he made eye contact with Logan.

“And if I win?” Finn countered, pink tongue coming out to wet his lips.

Always a competition in this house, even with sex. Logan rolled his eyes fondly as he reached into Finn’s boxers, pulling out his cock, “Well then Leo will fuck you.” He stated simply with a shrug.

Leo hissed out a quiet curse before apologizing to his mom, “N-No, Maman. I’m fine. Just.. dropped something.” He mumbled out, his eyes never leaving the pair across from him.

“So.. try to stay quiet. Just until Leo’s off the phone, Understand?” Logan asked, cocking his head to the side as he began to stroke Finn slowly.

Biting his lip, Finn nodded quickly. He tugged his shirt over his head, the heat of the room beginning to get to him.

“Good.” Logan murmured before slipping his mouth down over the head of Finn’s cock, sliding down as he watched the redhead.

Finn’s hands quickly gripped onto the couch cushions his head before he felt Logan hum softly, tugging one of Finn’s hands to the back of his head.

Quickly getting the idea, Finn tugged on dark brown waves as he fought back the loud moans that threatened to come out.

From across the room, Leo watched as a bright red flush spread down Finn’s neck to his chest. He knew he wasn’t going to keep his mother on the phone much longer with how distracted he was. “Maman, I-I’ve gotta go. Uh.. Dinner is here. Love you.” He said, no doubt cutting off some gossip from home but his mind was elsewhere. 

“Oh, love you too, honey. Tell your boys I said hello. Call again soon!” She said cheerily, as Leo hummed an acknowledgment before clicking off.

His hand slid over the front of his shorts, where he was already hard. Finn was so flushed, and fuck Logan was right, he looked so pretty.

Logan’s head bobbed over the other boy’s lap, his lips red and shiny. Leo didn’t know how Finn hadn’t combusted from the sight alone. 

Running a hand through Logan’s hair, Leo sat on the couch next to Finn making the redhead’s eyes fly open. 

Logan pulled off, grinning, “He’s been so good, mon soleil.” He rasped out, his hand still moving over the other boy’s cock. 

Leo pulled Finn in for a kiss, “That true, Harzy babe? You being good? You can talk now.” He murmured against the other boy’s lips.

Glazed brown eyes met baby blue as Finn nodded quickly, “So good, Le, so good for you. I was so quiet, I promise. Logan promised. Please, I’ll be good.” He babbled, everything he’d been holding in since the start of their little game falling out of his mouth.

Logan leaned in and pressed a kiss to Finn’s lips, the other boy quickly falling into it, eyes falling shut, “Well, I think that means you get your prize.”

Finn smiled dopily, “Fuuuck, I love my life.”

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Well that certainly got away from me. Hope you enjoyed!

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

2 - 13 - 17 - 65 - 78

(5 questions in one go because why the hell not 🌞)

5 is a quality number! (aesthetically my favourite, in fact)

[Referencing this post]

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh heck, the Curse in ch77/78 of AfM.

"Oh no no no no," it said to my chapter outline, "how easily you do forget, the degree to which actions have consequences."

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

I'm not quite sure what to make of this one. Is it 'experience' as in a part of writing in general, or the experience of working on a particular piece?

I suppose... in general something that has pleasantly surprised me is how visibly one hones one's craft, within the space of just a few years, when you've got a reason to really, passionately focus on a single thing. I'd been writing long-form for a really long time prior to AfM, so I was no slacker stylistically. But really finding the actual core of my existence in conveying a particular story for that length of time, it did so much to improve me as a writer, because it felt like I was making the effort for the story, not just for myself.

17. what is your favourite line you’ve ever written?

I'm sorry, I just don't have this sort of brain! XD If you could narrow it down to 'What's the most impactful/cringe-inducing/intimate/tear-jerking/ominous etc etc line you remember writing', I could probably dig up something! But right now, I don't think I have that sort of relationship with my words. ^^;;

65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

*goes to browse my ao3 works*

Cos you know, I actually really enjoy titling things, it adds an extra layer of creativity, and sometimes -- I hope -- conveys bonus meaning to the content. As such, I put a lot of thematic thought into my titles and there's none I'm seeing that I'm particularly unhappy with. Apart from -- irony of ironies -- AfM itself! Because it was kind of a placeholder title for something that got to be so much more (like I wrote about in the afterword). Within AfM tho, the chapter titles are some of my favourites ever... so maybe I'll choose one of those to answer this!

...There's something really satisfying about the set of:

70. Out of Mind

71. Out of Sight

because it plays with a few things, most obviously the inversion of "out of sight, out of mind", where not seeing something is suggested to be a calming thing, whereas here, it very much is not.

70 being Lilith's POV, she is very much in her own mind (Mary being the one who is literally out of hers), but in the state of anxious frenzy that we colloquially call being 'out of one's mind'. And then, 71 as Mary's POV, she is the 'thing' that is quickly out of sight, despite being present the whole time, from the reader's perspective. I very much enjoy paired chapters like this, where you relive events from the flipped perspective that adds insight to what you read before, and 77/78 have the same feeling, in many ways.

Anyway, once 71's is no longer 'out of sight', 70's need no longer be 'out of mind'. And I enjoy that a lot.

78. how do you choose where to end a chapter?

Generally I have a clear place I’m working towards, and because I imagine scenes in a very theatrical way, it’s the point where the lights would go down on a stage, for the players to change location et al. Which is why my work is characterised by quite theatrically pronounced final lines of scenes and chapters. People have often said “Your last lines!!” etc and it’s very much me hitting that note of “and... Scene!” where there’s a micro sense of satisfaction that always leaves the audience impatient for the lights or curtain to come up again. The curtain being the chapter end, naturally, I try to always make those stronger, but scenes too -- if there’s more than one, unlike earlier AfM chapters -- need to have some sense of satisfaction, whether it be a necessity of forward motion, or a girding of the loins, or just some reward for having gone through whatever they the reader just did.

All that to say, sometimes I won’t get to the point intended, because my mind will suddenly give me the lights lowering, when a line is hit, and I realise that the scene has to end early because the necessary narrative or emotional beat has just been hit. Pushing for the previously intended end would feel forced, at least to me. And probably less impactful.

Well that was delightfully self-indulgent! Thank you, and-- *holds up empty porridge bowl for more validation of my prowess*

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#5

i'm onto something here

52 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 13:19:55 GMT

#4

A BIT OF A STIR WHERE

54 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 01:02:31 GMT

#3

In theory they wanted us to believe both teams were right to a degree and wrong to a degree regarding the accords HOWEVER team Cap was clearly right. While I do agree avengers should suffer consequences for their actions I don't mean the actions where they save the planet from aliens or from n*zis spreading a deadly virus( so on and so on) but while doing so they do some damage because a) they are not actually all mighty b) that would be fucking impossible. Dumbest thing I saw in the accords video is when they mention the battle of NY when governments plan was to nuke the city (also carrying the nuke only moment I liked tony) which would without a doubt wipe out both people in NY and I think I don't need to talk about effects of radiation on people and nature. I also think that if they fuck smth up where they are direct cause of the damage like Tony was in sokovia they shouldn't be collectively punished. The one responsible for it should suffer consequences, not the rest who went to clean up what tony did. They shouldn't be under the control of government and UN and get only called up when they want them because as we saw governments are corrupted and infiltrated by n*zis(as shown in TWS), they don't have good response to a catastrophe (again battle of NY) and their late response was to nuke the city. UN controlling them is no better because we don't know in the films how UN responded to anything but they had some shitty decisions in real life. To already cross out "small countries don't like Americans interfering" which is correct but they don't like American government and their troops interfering and accords do nothing about that (also like half of the Avengers aren't even American) (I am from a small country to make it clear). Now regarding bucky - he was hunted down based on a blurry photo, when he was taken he wasn't allowed a lawyer and was put in that contraption - which one is illegal other is inhumane. Team Cap was thrown in top security prison without a trial, without even a possibility to defend themselves and they weren't given the right to have a lawyer which again illegal. Steve was also the only one who actually read the accords and while we don't know what they are about in the movie because Russos suck and they like to suck on rdj's/Tony's dick for some reason we do have comic books to judge from. They are violation of human rights. To conclude avengers should suffer consequences for their actions if they are directly the ones who caused it (like Tony with Ultron) however not as a group but individually. Steve never said they shouldn't suffer consequences he simply said that they shouldn't be under a strict control by corrupt organisations and governments. Not to mention tony didn't feel guilty for blowing up a whole country but for killing ONE American child. He had the audacity to call Wanda weapon of mass destruction when he's the one who actually, by himself not other avengers, produced weapons of mass destruction and used them. Team iron man is also bullshit - peter didn't know what he was doing there(let's not forget that Tony a 50yo blackmailed, gaslighted, and mocked a 15yo to join him in a fight he had no business fighting in and then took him to another country that's on another continent without telling or asking Peters legal guardian) , Nat switched sides, vision is a mf robot, t'challa didn't care about the accords he just wanted bucky, Rhodey literally said he was wrong in IW.

now i know how kip feels when discourse invites itself into their home

60 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 19:39:05 GMT

#2

had a. lu dream. that all the links got their names because someone asked them to mame their adventures. and it was a dream but it got me because it means-

-time may be the least subtle secret keeper ever. ocarina of time? really?

-twilight thinks of midna first and foremost before picking twilight princess, this man is a simp

-warriors just thinks "there was a war. we were in hyrule. a lot of people fought. boom. hyrule warriors. like it works but a little low effort there

-four? no notes here. four swords adventures is fine, it works, perhaps a bit on the nose but what can you do

-wind, again, no real notes here, it's a pretty solid name, maybe a little vague but if he was naming his own adventures that makes sense, take notes time

-wild... my beloved. was thinking not only of how post-apocalyptic his hyrule is. but he might've also named it after how, after 100 years, he could metaphorically and literally breathe again

-legend, for all his display of ego, broadly makes his entire life story into the legend of zelda

-hyrule. where do i start here. he's based on the og zelda games right? which didn't have names? and legend is already legend of zelda. so my man just went "my adventure? idk. happened in hyrule though" and you know what i respect that

-finally, sky thinks of fi telling him to raise the master sword "skyward" and names his entire adventure after her, and i can't handle that

212 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 15:55:40 GMT

#1

88320 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 03:54:09 GMT

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Twisted Sister Arc Review Part 2

Mindwipe

Welcome back everyone! Last time we looked how Kanade killed everyone, got the shit beaten out of her by a lot of people, mainly Nikei and Hibiki though, stuff the Mod doesn’t want to talk about and now that timeline is DED. Now it’s time to deal with Kanade proper as we already wasted a life on her (actually she ate two lives now, as she was responsible for Hajime dying the first time, he lost a life) and we don’t need any more lives being lost.

With a reset and briefing of the QC of how Kanade got strok, it’s time for Hajime and Nikei to beeline to Hope’s Peak and this time they are not fucking around as Kanade racked up a decent body count last time, and that’s not an experience they want to repeat. But first thing’s first time for Hajime to keep his promise to Massacre!Nikei and make sure that Iroha doesn’t become the first victim to Kanade and start the chain reaction off. I think we Anons do kinda feel guilty for getting Iroha killed the first time around as she was supposed to be on a date with Makoto that day, and of course Makoto’s wonderful luck meant the Prison Break had to happen on that day, and rather than stay with Makoto, she rushed in to stop Kanade. Then again, we all assumed that Kanade was still the same pathetic serial killer that Hajime and Sonia dealt with in the Concert Arc and didn’t get more generous buffs then Samus did from Smash 64 to Melee, so hindsight 20/20, I guess? Anyway, they get Iroha to go back to her ahoge boyfriend and now at Hope’s Peak it’s time for Hajime’s grand master plan to bring…EVERYONE FROM CLASS 77-B! *Insert Smash Ultimate meme here* Oh and Juzo, he’s useful too, I guess. Kanade arrives to begin the plot of Carrie, but instead gets tear gas in her face, a swift pound down from Class 77-B, and Juzo, and then is quickly disabled by Mikan. Again, like with the whole Kanade Vs. Hibiki fight beforehand, I would love to see an animation of Class 77-B just beating the living snot out of Kanade and this is much better imo then when Sonia kicked the living shit out of Kanade. There our reasons for hating Kanade were basically all the shit she pulled in SDAR2, but here we just had a bad timeline where Kanade killed a bunch of people, and likeable people as well, and thus as they say…the fallen have been avenged.

Of course, getting Kanade’s arse handed to her was half the battle, as now the focus is on; what the heck is going on here? A quick check from the biology people revealed some very worrying facts. The first one is that Kanade’s syringe contained an addictive which not only can keep a person awake for days, but the chemical compound is unique, only came out for a few months in 2003 and all the people involved in it are in jail. Then there is the fact that she has dermal armour which looks like skin on her, which while flexible like skin, is strong enough to block bullets and blades. The experimental nature of it makes it highly expensive as well, meaning whoever is behind this, they are loaded and have resources. And then there is the confirmation that yes, she has a BCI. One that is full of combat data and information on Class 77-B. This is the most worrying part in my opinion. Anyone in the Despairs with enough money and resources could do all the above but VERY few people knew that Hibiki came over to Hope’s Peak and bonded with Class 77-B. The data required for that narrows suspect list down a lot and the implications are…worrying. Whoever backed Kanade, they are not to be underestimated.

And then comes when Yasuke is relevant to the plot for once and the whole Mindwipe proposal. So first let’s talk Yasuke. A lot of people hated the idea he was on the side of good here, as they prefereed it when he was just Junko’s boyfriend. Thing is though, I feel like Yasuke could work here. Remember he never bought Junko’s despair ideology and while he is an arsehole, he could be the ‘Byakuya’ of the group in which he is a cold jerk who says harsh things, but said harsh things are required as there are uncomfortable truths out there which the rest of the QC are either too afraid or too polite to say. I just hope Mod doesn’t bow down to peer pressure and make Yasuke a bone fila villain just because people hate him, but maybe tone down his jackarsey a bit. I know its canonically accurate but not everyone has read Zero and as such I don’t think people are used to that kind of harsh words coming from a non-antagonistic character.

And then there is the Mindwipe…naturally this a decision which has caused many readers to be split on it, and even for the QC to have a scrum debate over it. Don’t lie, you all heard the music. And unlike with a scrum debate where one side is clearly one, here both sides have a point. Mindwiping Kanade is ethically wrong on so many levels, and easily the darkest thing the QC have done, but they also don’t have a lot of options because there is a Prison Break to deal with, and Kanade was gonna be killed anyway so this is keeping her body alive but just killing her mind. They may be the good guys here, but given how morally deprived their opponents are, sometimes you do have to swoop to their level because you have little choice in the matter. It’s also interesting to see everyone’s viewpoints on it, some stating that from leadership like characters such as Sonia and Nikei arguing that at times you do have to make difficult choices and they don’t have the luxury of being morally right all the time, pragmatic characters like Sora stating that a mindwiped and redeemed Kanade could be beneficial to them if they do go down this route, to those who have spiritual issues like with Gundham, moral problems like with Chiaki and ethical problems like with Kyoji. Nobody is split in the middle, you either think mindwiping is the best possible solution, or if it’s so wrong it cannot be done. Arguing got so bad that Yoruko had to step in and get Hibiki, the most important person as far this matter goes, to decide. And Hibiki vents her feelings on the matter, and decides that since both sides have good points, to just vote on the matter.

This is one of the best parts here because it isn’t done by the characters but rather the audience. After all, given this is such a morally questionable decision it makes sense for the audience to decide what path they are going down. And thus, votes are casted…a lot more people read this then I suspected, and a significant majority go towards mindwiping. I dunno how they explain the votes though as there clearly isn’t that many people voting so how does one in-universe count the Anons’ votes? But again, I’m not surprised the mindwipe came through as Kanade is a popular character in the fandom (She ranked #2 in the official SDAR2 popularity poll, just behind Sora) so any chances of Kanade getting a redemption arc especially as we would have a Ryoko-espe character with her, would be something the fanbase would gobble up. I just hope none of the QC resent this decision, they may regret it but they have to remember it’s a hard choice for all of them and they didn’t have a lot of options. Even those against the Mindwipe would have to do their part, after all they are a team. At least Yasuke is considerate enough for all blame regarding the consequences of the mindwipe to be directed at him as he kinda forced the decision onto us. Hopefully Kyoji and Kokoro made sure he didn’t turn Kanade into a Despair Sleeper Agent or something. However, I did genuinely enjoy the audience participation here and I hope more chances like this come up in the future as it gives the audience a greater degree of control on how the story pans out.

That’s Kanade dealt with, but The QC cannot rest yet, because her escaping wasn’t the only bad thing to occur, there’s a Prison Break and tons of criminals running around that need wrangling! And with that the second part of the review concludes. Next time for the final time we talk about dealing with them damn prisoners and my final overall thoughts on the Arc! See ya then- Review Anon