#not saying that this doesn’t happen with other fandoms

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Fifteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Fifteen Warnings: profanity, violence, gore Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Fifteen]

Your knees knocked against the floor as two exorcists hauled you in by the arms into Sera’s office. Your arms smarted in their vice-like grip. She stood outside the window, wings spread, her silhouette a terrifying shadow, an omen of what was to come. The sky was darkening, and Heaven’s city lights glowed past her dark figure. 

The exorcists let off of your arms and you yelped as you landed in a heap onto the floor. Sera’s wings fluttered slightly as she turned, and you drew your own in protectively. 

“You may leave,” came the order, directed at the two angels behind you. They turned on their heels, footsteps clacking smartly out before the door shut.  

You looked down at the floor.

You heard Sera sigh. “Oh, [name]. What happened to you?” Her voice cut into your heart, patronizing and disappointed. Your wings twitched with the emotions raging through your gut. 

“She’s become a fucking slut, is what’s happened to her,” a voice spat from the shadows. You looked up to see Lute step out, into the twinkling lights glistening past the window. Your heart tore as you saw Emily behind her, hands clasped together so hard her knuckles had turned white. Her face was ashen as she stepped farther away into the darkness. 

Lute’s golden eyes turned to you, accusing, and she tossed something at the table. It glinted in the half-light before landing with a clink. 

The bracelet. 

Sera clasped her hands together in front of her as she turned towards you, away from the window and stepped towards you, painfully slow and deliberate. She stopped before your huddled form and another slow sigh escaped her lips. 

“Can you explain this to us, [name]?” 

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. Your eyes searched here for any emotion, any sadness, regret, something you could latch onto and convince Sera to let you go. 

“Well?” Lute snarled.

You shuddered. “No.”

Lute whirled to Sera, fists clenched and eyes blazing as she thrust out her remaining hand towards you. “See this? This is why we need to get rid of her. A dumb whore like her that would trade away her virtue for sex-“

“Lute,” Emily said shakily.

“-I say cut off her wings, take her halo and cast her down into the pit where she belongs.”

Emily placed her hands over her mouth, shoulders shaking as she watched Lute and Sera look at each other, then you.

Suddenly a blow of pain struck you full in the face. You fell back, feeling hot blood drip down your nose and lips, a metallic tang in your mouth. The area seared with agony.

Lute had kicked you. 

“[name]!” Emily screamed, dashing towards you and collapsing down onto her knees next to where you hunched over, shaking. You gasped, palms spread on the floor to steady yourself, hair handing in front of your face as you watched golden drops of blood drip onto the pristine floor. Emily’s small hands smoothed down your back, her voice stuttering out concerned questions, but you couldn’t hear them. 

She pulled you up, gripping you by the shoulders. You noticed tears glistening in her eyes. “[name], say something!” She cried, shaking you. “Anything.” Her arms slid down yours and fell back to her lap defeatedly. “Did you… is this real?”

Blood burned sweet in your mouth. You swiped your thumb across your split lip, and the gilded liquid smeared. 

“Yes.” 

The single word dripped with your shattered dignity. Emily recoiled. She looked up at Sera pleadingly, eyes wide with horror. Sera stared back, expression saying:

I told you so. 

Your vision drifted to Lute, who’s fists were still clenched and shoulders squared.

A single tear tracking down her face. 

Emily’s arms flew around you again. “Still! She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this, no matter what she did…” her pleading face turned to you. Sera closed her eyes, which had become bloodshot from tears that she hadn’t allowed to fall, and let out a shuddery breath. 

Why was everyone crying, except you?

“It’s just love,” Emily’s voice snapped you back to reality. “How can you punish her for being in love?” You hung your head and pulled away from her. As you broke contact, a cold feeling settled over you like a heavy blanket. Emily was shaking even harder now, speaking through her sobs. “Please, Sera. Please, don’t let her fall.

“Emily,” Sera snapped, voice loud and harsh and clear as she wrenched the younger Seraphim up by the hand. “Preserve your dignity. Do not give it away for someone who has none.” Her eyes fell to you accusingly. Emily looked down, tears still dripping down her cheeks. All the hope drained from your body. Sera wasn’t on your side. 

Lute stepped forward, her face hidden by her hair as she looked down. She tilted her head up and you caught a glimpse of her expression: cold, stoic- she didn’t want to give away any emotions. 

“Do it, Sera,” she sneered. Sera heaved another sigh. Emily let out a small, broken sob as Sera released her hand and walked forward towards you. 

“Rise, [name].” 

You didn’t move. 

“Rise!”

Lute grabbed you by your collar and pulled up. You coughed as it cut off your airways and scrambled to your feet. “Get up, fucker.”

Sera folded her wings against her back neatly and pressed her hands together. “You have committed a sin, [name],” she sighed. “Multiple sins. And normally we would make you repent,” she sighed, waving her hand dismissively, “but the mere act of creating a- union-“ she spat the words- “With Lucifer Morningstar himself, is unforgivable. We trusted you, [name], to restrain yourself. And it would be very unfair to cast Lilith out but not you.”

A snake of fear coiled inside your stomach. 

Sera flicked her hand again, and a searing portal cut through the air to open a rift. You could see the red sky beyond. The snake coiled tighter. 

“Lute,” she ordered. “Cut off her wings.”

Your heart seized. “What?”

Sera’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a necessary procedure, [name].” You stumbled back, wings drawing into your back.

“Bullshit,” you gasped. Lute reached for you with her one good hand.

The dam broke.

You let out a piercing, desperate scream as you jerked away from Lute, tears streaming down your face. Emily let out a whimper at your crazed reaction, but Sera shut her up with a single glare. Lute struck out with her spear and your foot caught over it as you crashed to the floor. You groaned, heaving yourself up, but Lute planted her foot on your back and shoved you down. You gasped for air, unable to breath, and your wings flapped crazily, sending up a flurry of feathers. 

Something stabbed through the tip of your wing and you let out another blood curdling scream as golden blood pooled onto the floor. You entire body went limp. Your wing twitched, Lute’s spear still skewered through it, and Lute placed her foot on the other one, preventing it from moving. 

“Lute,” you gasped. Lute’s foot was trembling on your back. “Please, don’t- I thought- I thought we could have been friends-“

Lute bit back a sob and you froze, not expected that from her. Emily began crying again, muttering the same thing over and over like a mantra.

“I can’t watch this, I can’t watch this, I can’t, I can’t watch thi-“

Sera took her hand and guided her out of the room. She turned her head away, away from your wretched state. “I can’t watch this either,” Sera said. 

“You’re the one who ordered this!” You screamed after her back. She ignored you.

Once Emily had disappeared through the door Sera paused, addressing Lute who still had her back turned to her, instead opting to glare down at you who lay on the floor. 

“Make it quick,” Sera said briskly, refusing to meet your gaze. “I’ve infused the blade with a magic that won’t let her wings regrow.”

Lute didn’t reply, too fixated on you. 

The door closed, and then you were truly alone.

-

A/N: had real fun writing this one folks

[lplondynnwo]

FOR ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING MAD AT SKZ FOR NOT SPEAKING UP ON THE ISSUE:

(this was copied from a reply because i’m noticing A LOT of people don’t seem to understand what i’m understanding)

If JYPE is allowing skz to collab with a zionist i don’t think they are gonna allow skz to speak up against the matter.

We all know that skz have a lot of creative freedom within their music and production but at the end of the day they are still just another k-pop group in a toxic industry under a big company (one of the biggest in the industry). Any wrong move they make and they could pretty much lose their jobs. You guys are forgetting THEY DONT JUST HAVE COMPLETE FREE WILL. The still have schedules and bosses. People who run things and tell them what to do.

The k-pop industry is not a very good place especially for big name idols under big name company’s. If we see the stuff that we see now, you can’t imagine what goes on behind the scenes. Why Felix doesn’t do lives after apologizing for the coca cola. Why Chan isn’t allowed to go live anymore (which he literally said himself) because of something he said. And TONS of other idols being put under harmful diets and forced to do things they don’t want, etc.

It’s not that easy and we probably haven’t even seen half of it. I get that you want them to apologize and not do this at all, trust me so do I. But like I said at the end of the day this is their job. They could lose it just like that. People get kicked out of groups and put on a hiatus for DATING. Take Seunghan from RIIZE for example; he’s on a hiatus for having a girlfriend (who he wasn’t currently with) BEFORE he even debuted. Imagine what would happen to SKZ if they speak up against a genocide (that their company obviously doesn’t care about) like you want them too.

If it’s their own collab that we can only assume they are being forced to do, then we can also assume they have to promote it as well. And as for the members— Felix specifically, didn’t we establish he’s a regular donator to ‘Save The Children’? The same ‘Save The Children’ that has been providing services towards Palestinian children since 1953?? They know, but there’s not much they can do. At least not publicly. Especially after the company made them collab with a zionist, do you expect them to be able to speak AGAINST it without consequences?

And by saying this I am not AT ALL trying to excuse anything Puth has done/said or anything JYPE has done/said. All i’m saying is it’s never really a “if they wanted to they would” situation in the K-Pop industry. Idols who have spoken out on it (Fatou from Black Swan for example) are under (the best way I can describe it is) “lower” and less watchful companies. Like I said, they’re are still bad companies in a toxic industry. However, they allow idols to do MANY things idols we know of and stan cannot do. And it’s all because of who they work for. I would love if SKZ and other popular idols with big fandoms and platforms could speak up on this and put a message out there but i just don’t think it’s possible for them. These companies literally control their entire lives.

[highladyelenna]

Silver Flames BC

(This is my interpretation. If you don’t like it, or agree with it, that’s fine. I’m not forcing you to agree with me.)

Okay so my first note is that Azriel isn’t envious of his brothers because they have mates. He’s envious of the fact that they love freely, that they are loved. This makes complete sense for Azriel’s character. He is always “the quiet one” always “in the shadows” due to his childhood. He was never allowed to freely express his feelings. He was never loved. He probably thinks he will never be loved. It’s very understandable he’s envious of his brothers because they don’t feel the way he does. This doesn’t mean he wishes they weren’t happy. It means he wishes he was.

Elain so the one who’s dictating this whole situation. She is the one who’s moving doorways. The one who is making the moves.

If she doesn’t like Azriel, if she doesn’t want to be with him, if she wants to be with Lucien (who’s in the same house) why go to Azriel? Why not go knock on Lucien’s door? Elain is making her own decisions and I applaud her for this!

Azriel, thinking of Elain for a year. Keeping some gag gift for him to look at. To think of her. But right yes it’s only lust.

If you’ve never had an interest in someone where you share glances, small touches, and it doesn’t send your heart beating. If all those small touches, lingering gazes, didn’t build up the tension of that said relationship so much..then i guess I can see why you don’t understand this scene..and I feel sorry for you.

And can this fandom stop vilifying mural sexual attraction? ITS NORMAL. It happens. People are sexually attracted to people. PEOPLE HAVE SEX.

Elaine feeling rejected by this?? Why would she be so hurt if she only wanted sex???

I can’t add anymore pictures so I’ll add quotes.

“Rhys’ power rippled through the room like a dark cloud. “I’m talking about you about to kiss Elain in the middle of the hall where anyone could see you.” He snarled. “Including her mate.”

“Oh, I can, and I will. If Lucien finds out you are persuading her he has every right to defend their bond as he sees fit. Including a blood duel.”

To those sayjng Rhys is trying to be controlling. No, he’s thinking like a leader does. If Azriel kills Lucien then the night court will lose many if not all allies they have worked so hard to gain.

Also notice how RHYS IS THE ONE TO BRING UP THE DUEL?? So many people saying Azriels fantasizing about killing Lucien when he’s literally never mentioned it before.

Azriel is also the only person so far that has mentioned out loud that Elain has no interest in Lucien. Hmmm.

Also, y’all are LYINGGG if you’ve never had a crush on someone and thought that you could treat them better than any other person. Even though Azriel never treats Lucien badly. she literally didn’t give Elain the necklace with everyone because of Lucien. He stays away from them, gives them space.

And Azriel giving away the necklace because he couldn’t bear to see it?? I think that’s more important than him giving it to Gwyn. Especially when he says “If there’s any other priestess that will appreciate it, give it to them.” So, he went to give it to Gwyn but didn’t want her to know it’s from him, then said actually just give it to anyone. Why would you want this to be a staple of your ship? Like not judging but how would that work? If she wore the necklace that he originally gifted to Elain then regifted? Think about how awful that’d make Gwyn feel.

Anyways. That’s just my little rant.

[valyrfia]

I mean this the nicest way possible but have you considered the fact that you just .. hate RPF? Wich is fine, like you said it's a gray area. It's not everyone's cup of tea, actually! It's not even mine because I actually came across those trailers you said! And I instantly went "ew wtf" and I clicked not interested, and then I another showed up, and clicked not interested, and then the algorithm went ok got it, and it's been a while thankfully, that hasn't showed up. So, what I mean is, there is content in the internet that is weird, that's for sure, but there's like... Ways to avoid it? And the way that this has been a persistent subject in your blog in such a deep way makes me think that you suffer it more than anyone, wich is fine but just, don't look at it anymore? I don't know what to say honestly because, again no to be rude but youre making the MOST out of it. And it's like you're treating fandom culture like this deep dark secret when its as public as it can be and I promise you the most a person can do is feel weirded out and mute that content, and hope it doesn't show up.! But for example, I hate povs content, and that has to be the most persistent content I've seen so far on F1, full of "you're the wife/girl/sister" blah blah and I'm a lesbian, I've clicked not interested so many times I lost count and IT KEPT showing up (until i figured muting y/n, driver x reader helps) so if it keeps you more calm there are ways to avoid content you dont like!

I get where you’re going with this but also, nah. I’ve always loved RPF and will keep consuming it whenever I can. I just make a big stink out of seeing it outside of tumblr and ao3 because of algorithms and the way I was taught to interact with RPF about fifteen years ago in which….these things have to stay within their intended circles at all costs. This is back when fandom content was not cool and mainstream and unless you kept your fandom life and your actual life very separate you get bullied to hell for it. Now, I often feel like the pendulum has swung a little too far the other way and there’s such a massive influx of new people because fandom culture is trendy that fandom etiquette is starting to collapse. The treatment of RPF being one of them.

RPF differs from POV content in two ways. The first is that POV content is a little more accepted than RPF in the general consciousness, usually because it’s het but also because it’s very obvious this is a self insert fantasy which while I imagine is awkward for drivers to see, can be easily laughed off as being so obviously just a fantasy. RPF on the other hand builds off of pre-existing relationships and lore and is usually slash, which already introduces an awkward element (and you can say the men shouldn’t have toxic masculinity all you like, it’s not just them that’s the issue it’s everyone who perceives them and the content), also it’s more difficult because people DO talk about these pairings platonically. In order to not experience Lestappen on my tiktok FYP, I can’t interact with any video that mentions those two in the same breath ever because the algorithm will eventually push me ship content even if I don’t want to see it and I click not interested. This happens over and over again.

I love RPF which am just on super high alert about RPF safe spaces being breached because I know from lived experience that it doesn’t bode well. This is also just personally not the way I was taught to interact with fandom, and again I’ve seen enough shit in my time to understand why that etiquette had to be enforced.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Finding Each Other-Chapter 5

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Once Clark got to his apartment, he quickly put away his clothes, changed into gym shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed to his car. As he merged onto the road towards the airport, he got a phone call. He pressed the answer call button on his steering wheel. 

Clark said, “Hello.”

“Hey, Smallville. How is everything going?”

Clark smiled and said, “Everything is great, Lois. How are you doing? Did the electric blanket I got help?”

Lois chuckled and said, “My night went smoothly. I think the electric blanket may have been the best gift ever. Kept me warm, cozy, and pain-free all night.”

“That’s good. I’m glad that it helped.”

“Speaking of help, I really do appreciate covering the event for me last night. I hope that it wasn’t a wild goose chase for you.”

Clark chuckled and said, “Well, Wayne remains unseen, but that didn’t stop me from having a fantastic time at the museum though.”

Lois said coyly, “That is very high praise especially since this was supposed to be a work thing.  Did you finally find someone that meets your fancy?”

Clark smiled softly and said, “Maybe….”

Lois squealed and said, “I can’t believe this! You finally met someone. I was scared for a moment that you were going to let your past relationship with Lex derail you for a minute.”

Clark sighed, “Funny you should mention him. Lex was also there looking to start trouble.”

Lois sighed and said, “Of course, the bald imp would crawl out of his lair and cause chaos. What did he do this time?”

“Well, he tried to make me feel guilty about my job and that it was pathetic that I was covering the museum exhibit.”

Lois scoffed and said, “I hope you told that asshole he could stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Clark chuckled nervously and said, “Well, I kind of told him that I was there with my fiancé and his kid and that I didn’t have time for him.”

Lois gasped and said, “You didn’t!”

Clark nodded and said, “Not one of my finer moments, but it did get him to shut up. I hate to admit this, but the look on his face made it worth it.”

Lois chuckled and said, “Look at you Clark being petty. I love it!”

Clark shook his head and said, “It still wasn’t right. I can only imagine what Ma would say.”

Lois cackled and said, “You’re Ma would have rubbed it in his face too. She hates Lex.”

Clark smirked and said, “Maybe so…”

Lois said, “Besides, it was a little fib. It is not like Lex caught you on it.”

Clark chuckled and said, “Actually, he did call me out on it.”

“How so?”

“After I left Lex standing there dumbfounded, I went off to watch the museum’s presentation. Once that was finished, I ended up meeting a guy named B and his son Dick. We walked around in each other’s company for a while talking about the Atlantis exhibit…”

Lois asked coyly, “Was B good looking though?”

Clark smirked and said, “Gorgeous, along with being very witty and good-natured.”

“Liking all the qualities. I take it that Lex saw what might have been brewing and tried to intervene.”

Clark chuckled and said, “No. Actually, Dick had gone to the bathroom. As he was coming back, he accidentally ran into Lex causing him to spill his drink all over himself. Lex got upset and was about to strike Dick until I intervene.”

Lois gasped and said, “I knew that Lex was terrible, but I didn’t think he would stoop that low.”

Clark shook his head and said, “Yeah, any hope that I had of him being a decent human being disappeared after that.”

“What happened after you stopped him?”

“Since, he saw me with Dick, he assumed that this was the fiancé’s kid I made up. He told me Dick or I needed to pay for his suit. When I told him he was being petty, he then went off saying that I would obviously choose a fiancé who was a cheapskate. At that point, B came in as dashing as ever and got Lex to back off by handing him his account’s business card. Whoever, the account was got Lex to shut up and just stare at us as we walked away.”

Lois said coyly, “So we have a guy that is smart, good-looking, and have allies that make Lex Luthor baffled. Your mystery man sounds amazing. I hope you didn’t let him out of your sight after that.”

Clark chuckled and said, “B and his son invited me to their house for dinner where we had sandwiches and chips.”

“Ohhhh. How did that go?”

Clark smiled and said, “It went very well. His adopted father lives with him and Dick. He is very charming and welcoming. Dick is very sweet and adorable. He is a huge Superman fan and has his own collection that he is building up.”

Lois cackled and said, “I would love to see the look on that kid’s face if he ever finds out you are the real deal.”

Clark chuckled and said, “I don’t think that Dick will be able to contain himself.”

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Ruined [a Jay x Frankie fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, fighting, fellatio, ruined orgasm, implied more sex. Typical Jay and Frankie banter.

Words: 1,574

Summary: Jay's leg is injured, and she's struggling to orgasm. Frankie tries to help her but ends up with the short end of the stick. Or does he?

”That’s it, that’s the spot...!”

Jay is writhing under Frankie’s tongue, uninjured leg struggling against the sheets, the other with the bandage around the thigh resting over Frankie’s shoulder. He’s working her clit with broad strokes of his tongue, two fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy, massaging that spongy spot that’s making her good leg twitch.

”Oh God...”

He loves that he can conjure these sounds out of her, loves how her body reacts. Loves her, how turned on she is, how wet her pussy is, how good she smells. The way she tenses up just before her climax, her head thrown back, hands fisting into his hair when she wails, pussy squeezing his fingers, thigh muscles twitching. It’s glorious every time. It never gets old.

Tonight, however, that high doesn’t come. Jay keeps teetering on the edge, moaning and moving against Frankie’s mouth, but even when he sucks her clit in between his lips, and pushes his fingers against her spot, nothing happens.

”Almost,” she keens, but she doesn’t get there. After a couple more climbs that result in nothing, he senses a change in her. He glances up, seeking eye contact, but her eyes are pressed shut, and there’s an annoyed line between her brows. He doubles his efforts, nearly spraining his tongue in the process, but it doesn’t help: Jay has stopped moaning, and is just breathing heavily. Her pussy tightens, and she hisses.

”Fuck, Frankie, stop.”

He stops immediately, pulling out his drenched fingers and placing his hand gently on her good thigh.

”Jay?”

A frustrated sigh. ”I’m good, I mean, it’s my leg.”

”We can try another position,” he suggests softly, but Jay shakes her head.

”It’s not going to help. My fucking clit is going to fall off.”

”Painkillers? A break?”

”Fuck!” She sits up quickly, grimacing at the strain in her injured leg.

”Careful,” Frankie asks, but Jay’s already moving towards the edge of the bed.

”I’m so fucking tired of this!”

”Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer, but starts half limping, half hopping on one leg out of the bedroom, stark naked. If it wasn’t going to cost him his balls, Frankie would’ve laughed, because it looked quite funny. But he doesn’t laugh, only gets up, adjusts his hard cock in his underwear with a scowl, and follows her.

Jay’s reached the bathroom, and is splashing water in her face. Wearing a sympathetic face, Frankie leans against the doorframe and waits for her to say something. She wipes her face dry, throws the towel to the side, and then meets his gaze. He sees the frustration in her, knows her well enough to recognize her temper immediately, but he remains unphazed.

”What?” she barks.

”You okay?”

”No, I’m fucking not okay.”

”How can I help?”

”Stop being so fucking helpful all the time, because you can’t help with this!”

Frankie rolls his eyes. ”Yeah, sure, I’ll just leave you here, naked and in pain, and let you figure it out on your own.”

That shut her up. She wasn’t expecting that. Frankie steps into the bathroom.

”We’re a team,” he reminds her practically. ”Whatever difficulties one of us has, we face them together. Okay?”

She’s glaring at him in a way that she only does when she knows that he’s right. He can’t keep from smiling.

”Don’t tease me,” she warns him, but lets him lean in for a light kiss.

”I wouldn’t dare, baby.”

He lets her taste herself, her rich salty-earthy flavor that he loves so much, and her hands come to his chest, fingers digging into the flesh slightly.

”Frankie,” she murmurs against his lips, ”it’s just so hard for me to cum.”

”I know, baby,” he soothes her, passing his hand over her short-cropped hair. ”It’s okay, baby. We don’t need to do that.”

”But I fucking want to do that!” she exclaims, taking a step back. Forgetting she only has one good leg, she wobbles, and has to grab Frankie’s arms to stay upright.

”Fuck,” she spits. ”See? Fucking useless piece of shit leg.”

”Cursing at it won’t make it better,” Frankie sighs.

”Yeah? Will it make it worse?” Jay’s stare is challenging him to contradict her. He shakes his head, sighs, and then lifts her up.

”Hey!”

”Calm the fuck down,” he tells her as he marches her back to the bedroom. He feels like throwing her onto the bed, but lays her gently on it instead.

”Now,” he tells her sternly, before she can protest, ”you’re going to suck my cock, because at least one of us is cumming tonight.”

She stares at him in shocked silence for a moment before shooting up and drawing a deep breath.

”How fucking dare you? I know your dick is big but how the fuck do you have the balls to say that to me? I am fucking struggling here, and all you’re thinking about is getting off? Fuck you!”

”You’ve said it yourself many times: you don’t always need to cum when we have sex,” he tells her smugly.

”And you’re quoting me back at me when I’m mad at you?” Jay raises her voice. ”What a fucking convenient thing to say!”

”You’re mad at me?”

”Can’t you fucking tell? Fuck yeah I’m mad at you!”

”Good,” Frankie states. ”It’s better you’re mad at me than at yourself.” He sits down next to her. ”I can take it. But you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself because of what happened to you, baby.”

She stares at him, dumbfounded for once, before a chagrined smile spreads on her face.

”You asshole.”

”I know. Sorry.” He has the decency to look ashamed, but only for a moment. Instead, he takes Jay’s hand and raises it up to his lips for a kiss.

”Talk to me, baby.”

She sighs deeply. Now that the immediate anger is out of her system, she can take a moment to choose her words.

”I’m in pain,” she mutters, telling him what he already knows. ”I’m bored, I have too much energy, I’m stressed, and it’s hard for me to orgasm. And I don’t know what to do about any of it.”

”I don’t either,” he admits, ”But I’m sure some of those things will get better with time. You haven’t been home for barely two weeks.”

She scoffs, but he can see that she knows he’s right.

”I know,” she tells him, to his surprise. ”It’s just... hard.”

”I know, baby.”

Jay leans against him, one arm going around his middle. She feels softer now, more relaxed. The line between her brows in gone, and she only looks tired.

”Thank you,” she says quietly. ”I know I’m a bitch to be with right now. I appreciate your patience.”

”It’s not a problem,” he promises her, because it truly is not. ”I love you, Jay. I’ll do anything for you.

”I love you too.”

”Now,” she purrs, nuzzling his neck as her hand slides over his thigh to his crotch. ”About that dick-sucking...?”

”Yeah?” he hums. He had gone mostly flaccid during their talk, but now his cock jumps eagerly against her hand. Jay rubs it gently through the underwear, teeth grazing Frankie’s neck.

”You don’t have to...” he reminds her with a soft groan.

”I want to.”

She makes him lie down and take his underwear off before positioning herself so that she can comfortably suck him off.

”Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he lets her know when she takes his entire length down her throat, before pulling back, spittle hanging from her lips as she gasps for air. She does it again, bobs her head to move her mouth up and down his length, one firm hand around the root, the other fondling his balls.

”God, oh shit, Jay, baby, I’m so close,” he whines when his balls start to tighten, the pull in his groin as tight as a bowstring. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah – ah!”

She reads his signs correctly. The second before the string breaks, she stops, releasing him to cum with no further stimulation, his high broken, his orgasm ruined.

”Fuck,” he gasps, running his hands through his hair in frustration. ”Fuck, Jay, what the fuck?”

”That’s what it feels like?” she shrugs, but she’s smirking like only she can. ”More or less.”

”Vete a la mierda...” He’d laugh at her balls if it wasn’t for how frustrated he feels. ”That could’ve been such a good one.”

”Shit happens.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her down next to him. Her innocent smile isn’t convincing, but she accepts his kiss.

”You’re a terror,” he tells her seriously.

”Just now you told me nothing’s a problem when it comes to me being problematic.”

”Are you quoting me back at me...?”

”I would never, I’m not that petty.”

”Of course.”

They smile at each other, secure in their knowledge of each other.

”Frankie?”

”Jay.”

”Wanna have another go at it?”

He raises a brow to let her know she needs to elaborate.

”Making me cum.”

”You think you can?”

”I don’t know, but I kinda feel I owe you a proper orgasm.”

”Feeling bad now, are we?” he teases her, and Jay slaps his arm playfully.

”I just happen to like being creampied. And since you just came, you’re going to have to work for it.”

His cock twitches at the thought.

”Lie on your side,” he tells her. ”I’ll grab the wand.”

[4belphie]

begging yall to PLS stop using she/her pronouns for yuu/reader when its not necessary/specifically requested

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i don’t like fanon gallavich. sorry.

[heynhay]

you do not want to do that OP I promise

[tenitchyfingers]

Did I just construct an entire fan theory about how Chip from Serial Mom is Stu Macher? You better fucking believe I just did. And it actually does make sense (to me anyway, but i’m high on weekend relief so idk I think it fits).

Like hear me out- Serial Mom doesn’t really have a time setting but it was released in 1994 and the story takes place in Baltimore, Maryland while Scream is set in 1996 in California. Matthew Lillard plays Chip in Serial Mom and Stu in Scream, right? Well, that’s not the only thing the two characters have in common. First off, both are weirdly insensitive and kinda cruel although Stu is more extreme in this sense, and both are horror super fans (and Chip works at a video store which like, hello Randy??) and both love gore and morbid shit (ok but same thing). Also, both are weirdly into the idea of murder, and while Chip looks kinda flabbergasted by the idea of murder he’s also kinda really excited by the idea of it. He’s also kinda detached by how horrific the murders his mother committed are, although most other characters in the movie ARE properly horrified. He doesn’t turn against her, and let’s say he’s the most ride or die member of her family like, he’s probably his mom’s biggest fan right from the moment he hears she’s suspected of murder.

His mom is also VERY flamboyant and over the top, just like Stu is in Scream. And both have a weird relationship with the idea of rules, both really strict and really lax.

So anyway, he witnesses his mom get away with SIX murders with just as many witnesses, during trial (let’s give them leeway on how the trial goes, although I have heard of enough cases where murderers got away with it or justice wasn’t served based on bullshit loopholes and nonsense even though there was plenty of evidence right there and I don’t need to suspend disbelief too much, especially considering how closely the whole media worshiping angle mirrors the OJ trial and how part of it does sound like the Casey Anthony trial) so he’s like “I could do that too”, right? Beverly (mom) could get away with 6 murders, so wiggling out of more murder accusations is gonna be easy peasy (although she’s bold for murdering another person RIGHT after her trial, right outside the court she just came out of) and here’s how it goes: the poor dad, Eugene, is kinda stuck with a serial killer wife and two crazy kids who don’t see how bad what she did is, so he just decides to move everyone out of Maryland and try to lay low in a small town in California (where death penalty is still a possibility and Beverly LOVES that her husband is even thinking he could get away from her like it’s FUN

So they move to Cali and change names because the Serial Mom case was pretty big, they all change their looks and personas (which is how Chip, who now goes by Stu, is so good at mingling with other people by the time ‘96 rolls in whereas Misty, now called Leslie, does manage laying low and doesn’t really commit crimes and once she finds out Stu is the killer she completely breaks contact with him, but she won’t tell anyone cause that kinda opens a whole can of worms and she doesn’t want to (her whole moral system was pretty much fucked the moment she realized her mom was a serial killer).

So anyway, in Woodsboro Stu meets Billy, and he immediately sees this kid is not like all the others, and once he hears Billy’s mother left, given how Stu loves and admires HIS mother, he’s like, fuck yeah let’s do this because god i’d be a wreck too, thank fuck my mom is still around. And when Billy reveals his mother leaving is due to Sidney’s mother he’s surprised, but he’s even more sympathetic, like wow this kid has it really bad. So, here’s an alternative, homebrew motive for Stu, because yeah he’s way too insane from the start to think his “pressure” motive is anything but an excuse.

And then this theory kinda offers an alternative explanation to the ‘my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me’ line (other than it was ad-libbed YEA I KNOW) aka dad is gonna be mad because holy shit why can’t I have a normal family, now I’ll have to move everyone again and it’s your fault Chip, and mom is gonna be mad because I got away with six murders with plenty of witnesses, I AM DISAPPOINT CHIP (and he doesn’t wanna disappoint mom!!! 😢)

This also sneaks right into the Stu Lives theory because that is THEIR house, and since it’s THEIR house and they have lots of money mostly due to dad being a successful dentist (hehehe Little Shop of Horrors) and mom knowing enough about the ins and outs and gossips around the Westboro police, they manage getting Stu’s alive body discreetly switches out for someone else’s and fake his murder.

And hey, he might move with his family somewhere close to Maryland now and go back to his previous identity now, since he’s innocent of any wrong doing when he’s Chip Sutphin.

[nonbinarykai]

garmadon is a bad person no matter which form he's in, so it doesn't matter whether resurrected Garmadon is him or not

When he's "good" again he embarasses Lloyd in front of the ninja and a class of kids, calls his son and friends fools behind their backs, continues lying about the Misako letter, chokes a teenage girl to threaten her elderly father, acts butthurt after his lies are discovered and divorce is imminent, chooses to die instead of face the consequences of his actions, lets himself be resurrected evil, and wooo after he comes back? He's an awful monster who attacks his young son, his brother (a baby), and his wife, and then expects to be forgiven because he "helped" a couple times (he was mostly useless in the Oni and Overlord fights)

the venom is an excuse. The Oni Masks are an excuse. The memory loss is an excuse. Everything he did was still his own choice, and he almost always chooses evil because that's who he is. There's a reason his name is Garmadon, his father picked up on his bad vibes even as a baby, who deserves everything that will happen to him

(What Garmadon haters sound like to me)

Hold on I need another minute to comprehend this /nm

While the poll wasn’t really about if garm should be held accountable by the fandom for his actions (he was a bad person either way, it’s just the severity of it that differences emp garm and lord garm imo). It does make me question to what extent is lord garm responsible for his actions? You mentioned that the great dev venom was an excuse. And while your clearly being satirical, I do wonder to what extent it really impacted him and made him evil. (Overlord bullshit not counted fuck that).

There is a interesting comic that goes into this issue, it’s titled “Destiny of doom” and I highly recommend people check it out.

[ducktracy]

Idk how influential you are on the LT fandom on a Whole but you definitely inspired me to check out the originals, and especially appreciate Porky/Daffies more. It helps that my favorite short for years was Yankee Doodle Daffy!

AWWWWWWWWW THIS IS SO SWEET THAT IS 100% MY GOAL THANK YOU!! you don’t know HOW much this means to me!

i tend to stay away from fandom spaces/don’t consider myself a part of the fandom, so quite honestly your guess is as good as mine—i HOPE people think of me or associate me with these cartoons HAHAHAHA but 100%, my goal is to spread the joy of the originals and shed a light onto the people who made them and how their experiences and input inform the cartoons as a whole, and maybe how our perceptions of these shorts and characters have changed as time has gone on…

there’s no right or wrong way to enjoy the franchise, but i really do think it is a more fulfilling experience to Experience The Originals for yourself. i really enjoy talking about cartoons that are given less love from a mainstream angle and that 100% includes the Porkies and Daffies (and is also why i’m so adamant about spreading The Porky Gospel; he gets such a bad rap and is so underappreciated and every person i’ve spread my gospel about him to seems to really like or appreciate himself after HAHAHA. Daffy will always be my #1 favorite but he doesn’t really suffer from this, though i absolutely think his ‘40s persona gets a lot of misunderstanding as well)

THIS REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME GENUINELY. making the plunge and checking out the cartoons is the best decision i’ve ever made. there’s a lot of rightful hesitancy to be had since there are SO many cartoons and it’s hard to find a starting point (and not to mention the many, many, many, many aspects that have aged poorly and/or were poor to begin with), but i can’t begin to tell you how fulfilling this experience has been.

so, if anyone who’s following me is cautious about making the plunge, i encourage you to give the originals a chance, ESPECIALLY if you’re into more modern LT media to familiarize yourself with the source material. you absolutely do not have to be a nut like me and watch every single in chronological order, but these cartoons are so ingrained and formative in the animation landscape today that i think anyone with an interest in animation should definitely give them a chance. and, if you’re a bit of a history nut like me, it’s very fun to see the evolution of culture as a whole as the years go on… radios evolve into TVs, the rambunctious attitudes of the shorts during the war years take a more domestic turn after the war, celebrity references depend on the decade, even the stylings of music, and of course the art styles of the shorts themselves… it’s so fascinating from a multitude of reasons. i really can’t tell you how happy i am to hear this (and Yankee Doodle Daffy is a GREAT favorite to have!)

[moxie-girl]

having an ena shinonome kinnie moment rn (posted a piece of art that got 3 likes and am abt to snap bc of it)

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Is that ask a way to say that harry and louis cheat on each other and they’re not together? I don’t understand. 😅

No. If a couple has agreed to be non-monogamous or in an open relationship, cheating would not be a factor here because both people agree and understand they may have multiple partners while still being committed to one another.

[astrophilic-soul]

Love how I literally have a different name for india for every single WIP I have

[raskies456]

it’s always fascinating to see what flips a fandom from the “in denial about flaws in the media” stage of the fandom cycle to the “enraged by poor quality of latest media”