#rep tv is around the corner

[likeanageoldclassic]

we’re not making it til the end of this week without the rep tv announcement, we’re getting it tonight or in tokyo, but WE ARE GETTING THE ANNOUNCEMENT THIS WEEK.

[revasserium]

Im here to say that college!au opla!zoro is your most superior zoo version yet. Please share any more thoughts you have on this cute couple!!!! I love their dynamic so much

listen;;;;;; i love college!au opla!zoro so much. so…… because i am… unwell about this man, sfw and nsfw headcanons/snippets of college!au opla!zoro (most of this is based on the death before decaf fic where zoro is a fencer and reader is a physical therapy major):

sfw:

afternoon naps on the ratty old couch in the living room of his dorm; luffy is his roommate who is simultaneously never there but also randomly always there at the weirdest most inopportune moments

“what did you say he studies?” “uh… something about international policy but he got in on a sports scholarship too.” “yeah? what’s he do?” “gymnastics.” “wait — seriously?” “yeah he’s /weird/ flexible.”

sharing pizza at midnight, sitting in his lap as he scrolls through highlight reels of past olympic fencing bouts, his chin occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he explains all the different rules and moves; you can feel the light stubble, feel the deep rumble of his voice along your arm where it’s pressed against his chest

him kissing you awake, opening your eyes to find him smiling, smirking, more like — “morning…” “mornin’. you were drooling on my pillow.” “shut up!” “nah, it was cute.” more kissing, you trying to shove his face into the pillow, him easily pinning you beneath him, arching an eyebrow; you sigh, blushing, “it’s too early for this.” “it’s never too early for this.”

jerking apart when you both hear luffy’s voice shouting from the living room, “have fun you guys! i’m going to usopp’s to watch the game! don’t forget to hydrate and take breaks! oh — and i left guac for you guys in the fridge!”

“i thought he was gone!” “i thought so too —” zoro groaning when you hear the door slam, burying his face in your shoulder

study sessions where he’s just doing weight training in the corner and it takes everything you have not to be distracted by the shape of him, shirtless, powering through reps of bicep curls, when he drops to the ground for pushups, the way he grins when he catches you staring and asks if you want to help hold his feet down for situps

coffee runs in the morning, standing in line with his arm draped around your shoulders; nami grinning, “see? toldya making out would’ve solved things.”

pecks goodbye in front of the main lecture building, hearing the way the rest of the fencing team hoots after you turn away, hearing zoro loudly telling them to shut the fuck up if they don’t want their asses beat

him blushing up a storm when you wrap your scarf around him and scold him again for forgetting his own, saying that he needs to take better care of his body if he’s gonna make it to the olympics; him scoffing and looking away and, “well… i’ve got you to take care of it for me, don’t i?”

nsfw: (mdni beyond this point pls)

fucking the locker rooms post bout, his hand cushioned behind your head because say what you will about jock!zoro but he’s still something of a gentleman

netflix and chill saturday nights bc he doesn’t have practice sunday mornings and he’s not about to let all that time to go waste; leaving the tv on as he pulls you over his lap, fingers dancing up the sides of your waist, pressing you down over his cock, groaning when he fists his hands in your hair and pulls

drunk!fucking at frat parties in strangers bedrooms, bc who tf cares who this room belongs to as long as there’s a bed and a door that somewhat locks and sure, the sheets are gonna smell like sex after you’re finished but who’s gonna try and fuck with you when zoro’s always got an arm around you, when he’s got you tucked into his side whenever you’re together, even if it’s just studying at the library or sitting at lunch in the dining commons

the most jealous, possessive sex… bc. zoro doesn’t share.

making out in the stacks bc you said you were getting a reference book but you were gone a bit too long and zoro had come to “find you” only to find you trying to reach a book on a level that’s just a bit too high; him reaching up to pull it down for you, pressing a hand to your lower stomach and pulling you back against his chest, “need some help, princess?”

fumbling back to his dorm after said failed study session in the library, him kicking the door shut and tossing you on his bed, him mumbling some cheesy line about needing to brush up on his anatomy before pushing your knees up and burying his face between your thighs

[lynnlovesspidahman]

this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore. 

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

[brienneoftarth1989]

Yes Captain part 5

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: From that moment onwards you did everything in your power to avoid your capture sin hit the more you tried to ignore her the more you seemed to run into each other.

Warnings: None

Requests open

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After spending two weeks isolating yourself from the world it was finally time to leave your depression cave and get back to work. You needed to get on with your life and you weren't going to let Phasma stop you from living your best life. Over the last two weeks all you did was binge watch tv, eat junk food, cry and sleep. That was your life for two weeks and you had finally had enough.

A couple of your friends did stop by and check in on you. They did wonder why you had completely shut the world out. You could have told them the truth and the reason why you were in so much pain was because of Phasma but you decided that was a bad idea. You realised if you had told them, then there was a good chance you and Phasma would get in trouble. Therefore you told them that you just had home stuff going on.

They believed it so that was all that mattered. You didn’t really know how your first day back would go. Hopefully you won't see Phasma at all. Last time you wanted to see her you could never find her so hopefully it should be the same this time round. You needed to try and get back into your routine so you decided to get changed and head down to the gym.

You made yourself a quick protein shake before grabbing your gym towel and making yourself down to the fitness centre. Today you were going to work on your chest and arms and when you finally saw all the gym equipment you finally felt all the motivation come back to you. You made your way over to one of the stations so you could start your chest press.

This is just what you needed. You put your headphones in and played your gym playlist. As you were working your way through your workout you saw someone walk into the gym out of the corner of your eye. You didn���t really take much notice of them though as many people were in the gym at this time of the morning so you continued on with your workout.

Midway through your workout though you started to feel like you were being watched. You always seemed to have a sixth sense for when someone was looking at you. You stopped what you were doing and looked around the gym trying to find the culprit. Just as you were about to give up looking, someone finally caught your attention.

There she was staring at you looking as smug as ever. Seriously, that would just be your luck. The one day you finally decide to go to the gym and get your life back together she happens to be here reminding you why you were so depressed in the first place. You couldn’t be dealing with her today so you decided to finish the reps you were doing and leave.

Yes you were half way through your workout but you really couldn’t be there while she was watching you like you were her prey. You started to pack your station up when you heard footsteps getting closer to you. As you went to turn around to leave you almost walked into the one person you are desperately trying to avoid.

“Don’t let me stop you from finishing your workout. It looks like you are only half way through it” she said smirking at you knowing that she was getting under your skin. “Captain, I have finished my workout for the day. I am only doing half a workout as I haven’t been feeling too well so wanted to work myself back in gently” you lied through gritted teeth. “Fair enough. See you around y/n” she said as she wandered off to one of the other stations while you quickly stormed out of the gym.

How could she act like everything is fine? You went from fucking each other, to her avoiding you and then admitting she just used you for sex and now everything is fine again. You were getting emotional whiplash from everything. You just wished you knew where you stood with Phasma. Are you just going to be friends and are you going to spend the rest of your life avoiding her?

At this point in time you knew exactly what you wanted to do and that was to stay as far away as you possibly could. She had hurt you and there was no way you were going to act like you were friends when that was far from what was happening. Therefore you headed back to your room to get ready for work. There was no possible way she could distract you there.

Once you were back in your room you had a quick cool down workout as you didn’t have time to do it in the gym, no thanks to Phasma. Once you were satisfied with that you jumped in the shower before then getting ready and dressed for work. It was 8:50 when you had finally finished getting ready so you made your way down to your workstation to go have a look at your work orders for the day.

You made your way into your office to see the pile of work orders already placed neatly on your desk.. You flicked through the pile seeing that most of the aircrafts you would be fixing today were a variation of tie fighter aircrafts. You also saw that the flagship also needed some general maintenance so you had that to look forward to.

However your heart dropped when you saw the final aircraft you would be working on today. There it was in black and white. The Naboo Royal Starship. Captain Phasma’s aircraft to be precise. Seriously was the entire galaxy out to get you today. You had spent weeks not being able to find the woman and now she seems to be everywhere. Why was the universe torturing you like this?

Thankfully her aircraft was the last one to work on so once you have done what needs to be done you can just leave and hopefully not have to see her again. You grabbed the pile of work orders and started making your way through the list. You grabbed your headphones and blasted one of your playlists. The first song that played was It’s Nice To Have A Friend. How typical was that, you’ve never felt lonelier and this was the first song that had to play.

The day went by relatively quickly while you were working. You managed to get through almost half the work orders when you checked the time. It was 12:30 and you could feel yourself getting hungry. You were currently in one of the lower decks of the flagship repairing one of the boosters. Once that was repaired you grabbed all your tools and made your way down to the cafeteria. You grabbed a selection of food that you enjoyed before finding an empty table to eat at.

You chose a small table in the far corner. No one could bother you and it meant you could just eat and listen to your music. Both of Us was now playing and you were just happy vibing to the music and eating your lunch. As you were having your own little disco you saw someone sit down opposite you. At first you didn’t look up at all. Out of all the places this person could have sat and they decided they wanted to sit with you. Well you weren’t going to give them any satisfaction so you continued eating and listening to your music.

You were happy minding your own business when the person opposite decided to kick you under the table. At first you ignored it as you believed it was an accident but then it happened again. You snapped your head up to see who was kicking you and you weren’t surprised to see the one person you were avoiding smirking at you.

You took out one of your headphones and just looked at Phasma. “What do you want, Captain?” you asked not really in the mood to hear her sarcastic response. “Nothing much, just wanted to sit and eat my lunch” she said while looking down at her food. Was she being serious? Why couldn’t she just leave you alone? With that you decided that you were finished so you grabbed all your belongings and went to get up to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked you. She didn’t care at all. She never did and so whatever cruel trick she was playing you weren’t going to fall for. “I’ve finished my lunch so I’m going back to work” you said as you walked off leaving Phasma sitting at the table just staring at you as you walked away. You really wished things hadn’t ended the way it did. You would have loved to have lunch with Phasma and chatted but maybe certain things weren’t meant to happen.

You made your way back to your workstation and got on with the rest of your jobs for the day. You turned the volume on your phone up as ivy was playing and it was one of your favourite songs. As you were working on one of the tie fighters you felt someone tap you. You quickly turned expecting to see one of your colleagues but instead you were met by Phasma again. Seriously, this woman does not quit.

You took out of your headphones which paused your music before looking up at Phasma. “Can I help you Captain?” you asked really hoping that she didn’t want anything at all. “I need my aircraft now,” she said to you sternly. You looked over to her Naboo and then back at her. “Sorry Captain, it's last on the list so I haven’t got round to fixing it yet. You can take it if you want but I wouldn’t recommend it as it’s not safe to fly” you said getting back to what you were doing.

“No, I need it now so if I were you I would stop what you are doing and fix what is wrong with my aircraft so I can use it” she said starting to get angry. All you could do was let out a small laugh. “Sorry these orders have come from Supreme Leader Snoke, so if you have a problem I would go speak to him first. If he moves your aircraft up the list then I will be more than happy to repair it for you. Until then Captain there is not a lot I can do” you said to Phasma as you got back to your work.

You had this massive smirk on your face as you got back on with your work. You knew that your comment had pissed her off. How could you tell? Well she stormed off like a big baby and the only way her aircraft would get moved up the list was if Snoke gave the word to do so which is highly unlikely.

You finished on the ship you were working on and Phasma had still not returned which obviously meant that she didn’t get the approval otherwise she would have obviously come back to brag. As the time moved forward you were finally able to get through all of your work orders for the day. You were relieved as it meant you could finally relax.

You made your way back to your room but just as you were about to sit down and relax you heard a voice come over the intercom. “Y/N, Y/LN and Captain Phasma to my office now. I repeat, Y/N, Y/LN and Captain Phasma to my office now” you heard Snoke say over the intercom.

Great what could this possibly be about you thought as you got up and made your way up to Supreme Leader Snoke’s office.

[santoteez]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Three

Genre: Smut, Fluff (? Debatable)

Idol: Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Gym Sex, PlusSize!Reader(not extremely detailed or anything), unprotected sex, semi-public sex?, fingering (f receiving), squirting

Seungcheol sighed as he completed his final rep of the night. The pull-up bar banged against the rest of the cable machine, relieved to be put out of its assault.

Although he wasn’t one to let the woes of the idol career get to him, there were times when Seungcheol just couldn’t help himself. Like when variety show hosts decided it’d be fun to make jokes about his relationship.

Let it be clear that Cheol wasn’t the jealous type. No, he took pride when Y/N received too-long stares during their routine strolls, or when the barista’s fingers lingered a bit too long when they collected her payment, only for their face to drop when she promptly spun away from the counter and into his arms. No, he wasn’t a jealous boyfriend.

But there were some things he just couldn’t ignore.

“S.Coups, you’re such a busy guy! You’re the leader of a 13-member group, the leader of said group’s hip-hop unit, and you just got off a world tour. Now, you’ve revealed the most shocking part of all: your 13-month relationship with Y/N. How do you make time for everything?”

“Well, when you want something enough, you simply make time for it.” He smiled.

“Truly impressive. Now, tell us a bit more about Y/N. I know you want to respect her privacy and all, but just tell us what you think we and your fans need to know about her.”

Cheol beamed at the thought of his girlfriend. “She’s great. I was walking past a building- I won’t say where- when I noticed her drop a handful of documents. The wind was blowing so I stopped because there was no way she’d get them all herself. I helped her to her car and we’ve been inseparable ever since. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. She’s the sweetest person I know and she’s always there when I need her. “

“And do you do the same?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you also always there when she needs you?”

Cheol flinched, recalling all the times he’s had to postpone or take a rain check on their plans. Then, he remembered the nights when he fell asleep on her on Facetime or she’d arrive at his apartment excited for a night in to find him dozing off.

“I’m sure I’ve let her down in the past year, as I’m not perfect. But It’s always my goal to make it up to her.”

The host scoffed. “She wouldn’t have to go through all of that if you had a regular job. Or even a job like mine. I’m just a TV host. My workday ends. I could easily make it to important events since I don’t have anything like a world tour in the way.”

Cheol shifted in his seat, remembering the time Y/N’s work dinner fell on the same day as a special stage. Shaking hands with her boss with sweat dripping down his temple after running all the way there was not a good look. “Right.”

“Well,” The reporter snickered. “Maybe Y/N should be with me.”

“You?”

“Or someone like me. That could be there for those crucial moments.” He shrugged.

Cheol laughed. “Let her be the judge of that. We make it work between us. No one else matters beyond that.” His knuckles tightened around the arms of the chair.

The host raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying.”

“Thank you for having me.” Cheol stood up from his chair, heading for the door.

“You’re leaving?” The host turned to the production staff. “Is it over?” He asked, to which they shrugged. “Well, I guess we’re done!” He said, and the cameras stopped rolling.

They missed Cheol’s fists colliding with the host’s face.

So now, here he was, turning his anger into fitness.

If the world thought he wasn’t a reliable boyfriend to Y/N, it wasn’t long until she thought the same. He had to intercept before it was too late.

Which is why he called her over.

Sat in the corner of the gym, on a barely-used bench, Y/N watched as Cheol’s back muscles stretched and contracted with his every move. She watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed wildly after every sip of water.

She shifted in her seat, heat rising throughout her face and neck. When he called her over, she rushed over, excited at the thought of a late-night stroll afterward. But, her mind now had other plans. She took a deep breath as Seungcheol lifted his shirt to dry off his face, his sweat-glistened abs on display for her greedy eyes alone. This gym was privately owned, and the owner was a friend of Seungcheol’s. It was also after hours, so no one would be arriving for hours to come.

“Ch-cheol.”  She spoke, her voice barely a whisper, but he heard it.

He turned to her, smiling as he took in her beauty. He beckoned her over, chuckling softly when she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m sweating.”

“I’m aware.”

“Let me shower first.” He tried to pull away, stumbling when Y/N didn’t let go.

“You’re not that sweaty, it’s fine.” She tilted her head to look at him. “Even if you were, I’d still want my hug.”

Cheol stared at her, raising his hand to caress her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“For all the times I’ve missed a date or turned up late. I’m sorry I’m not always-” 

Y/N pressed her lips against his, silencing him mid-apology. 

“Are you doing this because of that shitty reporter? I told you, he’s an old classmate of mine. Always had a thing for me, even when I declined numerous times. I actually have his mom on Facebook. And what do you know, she had not seen the clip yet. So, I sent it to her. She said she’d ‘deal with that knucklehead.’” Y/N smiled as Cheol burst out laughing.

“Don’t let his words get in your head. I’d never leave you for him. I knew what I was signing up for in this relationship, and I’m happy here. I want to be with you.”

Cheol took one look into Y/N’s sparking eyes before he leaned in, closing the gap between them. 

He tried to take his time, to be gentle. And it lasted all of 5 seconds before his kisses left Y/N constantly breathless. He pushed her onto the workout bench,  yanking her leggings down her legs.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m in a rush.” His face was flushed.

“It’s okay, me too. Keep going.” She whispered.

Cheol slid his fingers under the waistband of her lacy panties - the ones that drove him crazy, was this her plan all along?- and let out a shaky breath when the pads of his fingers found her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Y/N whimpered as she rolled her hips to lean into his touch. With her promotion and Cheol being busy with promotions, they’d barely found any time for…this. Hence why Y/N felt like she was losing her mind.

“Cheol, just fuck me already.” She pleaded.

He kissed her temple, a rather innocent gesture while performing such a lewd act. “I want you to cum first.”

“Seriously?”

“You cum on my fingers first or not at all.” He met her gaze, stoic and almost unfazed by her frustration. “Do you understand?” He plunged two fingers inside her, knuckle deep.

Y/N felt the heat spreading across her cheeks as she nodded, her breaths becoming ragged as time went on.

Her hand flew up to wrap around his wrist, keeping him still as her body shook.

“There we go. Didn’t that feel good?” Cheol asked, sucking his fingers clean.

He smirked when Y/N whined. “I know, I know. I didn’t forget.”

She was positive her heart skipped a beat when Cheol lifted his shirt over his head. The room was relatively dark, but the moonlight highlighted her boyfriend perfectly.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? This isn’t like you, baby.” He teased, despite knowing her answer.

She tugged on the waistband of his sweats, pulling him towards her. “Hurry up and fuck me the way that reporter can’t”

Cheol groaned, his dick hardening even further, which he hadn’t thought was possible. He yanked her panties off, abandoning them on the bench as he lifts her up by the thighs.

“Wait, Cheol. What are you doing?” She yelped.

“Shh, I’ve always wanted to fuck you just like this.” He pressed her back against the wall, strategically placing her between the pull-over machine and the treadmill.

“What if I get heavy?”

“You’re not. I love your size.” It was true. Cheol loved every aspect of his girlfriend. From her plush thighs to her full breasts to her soft midsection, he was obsessed. Then add her intelligence and charisma on top of that? How did he get so lucky?

He momentarily moved his hand from her thigh, pushing his sweats down just enough to let his cock spring out. The tip was leaking already, begging to be stimulated. Without a second thought, he brought her thighs up to wrap around his waist. He took grasp of her hips with both hands and slid his fat cock into her tight, little hole.

Y/N clawed at Cheol’s back with her long nails. She gasped as he pulled out almost completely before bottoming out again at a harsh pace, not even giving her a second to adjust.

“Cheol, baby. Hold on.” She managed as she held on for dear life.

“Uh uh. You can handle it.” He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, the faint traces of her perfume infiltrating his senses. “Good girls take what they’re given. You’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you?” He gritted, not letting his pace falter even for a second.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good for you. So, so good.” Y/N could feel the sweat on her back allowing her to glide across the wall. “Just don’t stop, please.”

Cheol brought a hand to her face, pressing his lips against hers. His kiss was hot, hungry, and desperate. 

“You’re gonna cum soon, huh? Gonna cum for me in the middle of my friend’s gym? Gonna let me breed this tight, little pussy? Fill you up until it leaks out?” 

She nodded. “Baby, look.” She ran her hand over her stomach, where the bulge had not gone unnoticed. “I can feel you right here.”

Cheol huffed. “You’re killing me here, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“Cum inside me, Cheol,” She whined. “Wanna be full of you.” She stared at him through lidded eyes.

He shook his head. “You first, baby.” 

Y/N’s body shook as Cheol’s wandering hand rubbed jarring circles on her clit. Her mouth fell into a silent scream and hot tears rolled down her cheeks as her orgasm overpowered her being. Her body stilled as she squirted, her fluids coating Cheol’s abdomen.

“Fuck…” He mumbled, following suit as his white, hot cum filled her pretty cunt. The visual and intensity of her orgasm had been the final push he needed to cum.

They stayed like that for a while, trying to regulate their breathing.

Cheol broke the silence. “I’m gonna set you down now, okay?” He whispered as if an octave higher would scare her away. When she nodded, he helped her to her feet and stabilized her footing when she stumbled slightly.

“God, I needed that.” She laughed softly.

“You and I both. Shower?” He asked.

Y/N side-eyed him.

“Just a shower. I swear.”

“You said that last time.”

“...Okay, maybe I did. But can you blame me? I can never get enough of you.” He laughed when she glared at him.

The following morning, Cheol’s cell phone woke him up. 

“Hello?” He asked, not bothering to see who was calling.

“Choi Seungcheol. Did you fuck in my gym?”

That woke him up. “Nope.”

“Then what are these damn stains on the bench and on the floor between the machines?”

“...Okay, maybe I fucked in your gym.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say. I have a mop, a bucket, and rags. Be here in 15 minutes.” And the line went dead.

Cheol groaned, sliding out of bed.

“Do you have a schedule today?” Y/N asked groggily, opening her eyes momentarily when she felt him move.

“No, I’ll be back soon. Keep sleeping and we can go out for breakfast when I get back okay?”

She smiled and nodded, closing her eyes again.

His phone rang a second time.

‘I heard you, I’m coming.”

“There’s panties on the floor. Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now?”

“Okay, I forgot them there. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He laughed as the man on the other end spewed a line of profanities down the receiver.

Very tired but I’m trying to power through in order to finish what I started :)

This was not proofread so forgive any typos but I’ve read it multiple times and I didn’t find any! <3

-pluto

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

Hi, I was just wondering what are the other reasons you dislike Ali Nahdee. I personally thought she had good point in native rep but she sometimes gets into anti stuff. She acts like seeing abuse relationships on tv will cause people to get into them. I personally didn’t like her but I still thought she had something to say.

she was personally racist to me.

back when all of the marketing around the princesses being in wreck it ralph 2, she had gone to the disney store to “critique” the pocahontas merchandise (totally normal behavior for someone who’s not even powhatan….) and had made a comment that a pocahontas doll was “paler than she was” (and provided an image in poor lighting—I would grab the tweet in question but not only did she block me, but she also nuked the whole thread after blocking me)

now, I didn’t follow her, and I actually had found the tweet in question in early 2019 when I was searching for reference images of disney’s pocahontas (as I had been commissioned to draw all of the disney princesses for someone) and her tweet came up in the results, because i specifically had been looking for the version from that movie (commissioner wanted me to draw those versions of the princesses in specific)

anyways I pointed out that not only was pocahontas not actually that dark skinned in the movie (providing a direct screenshot from the film as proof), but that historically she wouldn’t have been that dark skinned either (because get this, I’m actually part powhatan—and while I am admittedly white passing due to being mixed race, my maternal grandfather, who is native american, isn’t that dark either. he does have copper colored skin, and does tan rather than burn, but he isn’t like. super dark like ali was complaining pocahontas wasn’t on that specific toy.) anywho i prefaced my tweet with my heritage (I’m actually related to the real pocahontas’s family, funfact. not a direct descendant, more like…a distant cousin??? though in the past I have remarked on how in the portraits of her that exist, I look fairly similar in certain facial features, mainly my nose, eyes, hairline, and overall head shape)

anyways, after i pointed this out, and made it clear I didn’t think she was saying this maliciously, I just think she might have had a warped view of how pocahontas is meant to look…she blocked me, and then started subtweeting me…

first, she accused me of using a “poorly photoshopped image” of pocahontas to prove my point (I didn’t, I screenshotted directly from the movie off a cartoon website, so likely the source was a DVD since there was no logo in the corner, and from what I could tell the colors of other characters and scenes looked correct)

THEN she accused me of lying about my heritage—and mind you this was AFTER she blocked me so I couldn’t reply to defend myself or further expand on my native heritage—which anyone who has EVER talked to me for an extended period of time knows I am HAPPY to infodump about. Because both I and my mother have done tons of research about our family tree—and that part of our family in particular (since its one of the few parts of my mothers family thats well documented and in a language we both natively know.) I mean I even know the specific name of a shawnee chief I am directly descended from! (Cornstalk—funfact, the mothman mythos is closely tied with Cornstalk’s curse, which is an alternate belief about the strange events associated with mothman sightings)

Now, again, anyone who knows me knows there are THREE things that really really tick me off in regards to my native heritage—and that is 1) calling me, or any other woman of native descent “pocahontas” (because first of all, her name was actually Matoaka, AND she’s not event the only significant native american woman in history), 2) being asked if I am related to Pocahontas/Matoaka (I actually punched a kid over this once when i was little. ironically I then later found out I actually am distantly related to her. what a small world!), and 3) being accused of lying about my heritage for “oppression points”. (well, there’s more than three, but that would just be getting into a whole other tangent, and I’ve already gone on like, four tangents in this post alone)

This last one makes me absolutely furious because I’ve had people (all white) say I can’t be native because “don’t look native” to them. when like. that’s not even fucking true??? other native american people (specifically other cherokee people—which is one of the tribes I am descended from) have recognized me as looking native american, and like other members of their tribe. I literally have the facial features, I just happen to have fair skin, and lighter hair. I mean hell, if you looked at my baby pictures (which I don’t have any on my device right this moment unfortunately) I did not look like a “white baby”. I didn’t start “looking white” (as in my hair lightening) until I was older. I’ve had white people try to gatekeep and erase my heritage from me because of their own perceptions of my appearance (based solely on my skin-tone).

So yeah, the bitch accused me of lying about a significant part of my heritage, a part that’s very VERY important to me, a part that I refuse to let others erase (especially since I’m SURE the colonists who murdered Cornstalk and his son—both my ancestors—would love to erase that misdeed and bury it).

I mean, imagine claiming to be all about the rights of indigenous women, and then smearing and making sweeping accusations about another queer, indigenous woman! Could never be me.

But I guess I could never understand the brainrot of someone who spends all day complaining about fictional representations made by white people, instead of raising up indigenous creators who worked hard to create their own, better representation instead.

[idiosyncreant]

Watching Aggretsuko after a long break and obsessed with her

Fenneko really out here repping women’s wrongs

Can’t remember exactly when I first sfarted watching this, but I didn’t sink into this show as much when I was a student and maybe even working food service

Even tho my job is very different and I have a lot of ambitions, the existentialism of a life where you’ve arrived at the place you’ve spent years getting and now have to figure out who to be around other adults who don’t necessarily need to know about your “true self” is much more relatable now. Lol.

But I love that there are strong femme characters in so many different shades, and that she is growing to appreciate them.

Anyway, this had been your irregularly observed “What TV I’m Watching” corner!

[swiftthisway]

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner…

@taylorswift @taylornation I trust no one 😉❤️

*rep themed because it’s my grandnephew’s favorite era not because I’m expecting rep TV. I’m 113% ecstatic about TTPD taking center stage 🤍

[rumyarabella]

The sound of heels echoed through the empty room as the woman paced back and forth. Her world was meticulously organized, as controlled as her cold, calculating mind demanded. The coat, the keys, the phone, the folders—everything in its place, exactly where it should be. Routine was her refuge, her only certainty in a chaotic world.

The television was on, but muted, a silent presence in the corner of the room. The news flashed across the screen, but Courtney, as usual, paid it no mind. She hated noise, hated interruptions, and the damn device was only there as a substitute for an alarm clock that had broken weeks ago and hadn’t been replaced. Nothing new disturbed her, nothing unexpected.

She glanced at her watch, her movements precise like a machine. Six o’clock sharp. Not a minute more, not a minute less. She left the house without noticing the headline announcing the disappearance of several hikers.

A few minutes later, Courtney was in her usual café, opening one of her folders and reading diligently. The scent of coffee hung in the air as she read. Outside, the rain tapped against the windows, but she had come prepared. Another benefit of her meticulous planning: she always brought an umbrella when the TV forecasted bad weather.

As she waited for her drink, she overheard two young people at the next table chatting at a noticeably loud volume.

"Have you seen the newspaper?" one of them asked, waving a sensationalist front page. "There’s a story about a group of hikers who disappeared in the mountains."

"Yeah, I saw it. It’s tragic. I don’t know how so many people can get lost on a single hike—the media’s been flooded with it for days."

Courtney thought it was just another piece of news that would pass by in her life. After all, who had time to follow every sad story in the press? If it didn’t involve a case, it wasn’t worth her attention.

"Then you don’t know yet! They just confirmed that on that hike were—MS. REYES?"

The young people jumped slightly in surprise, apparently too absorbed in their conversation. She simply gathered her things and went to pick up her drink.

Miles away, in a small neighborhood store, around 2 p.m. that same day, the sky remained gray and the air damp as Duncan, wearing his worn leather jacket, stepped inside. The overhead lights flickered with an irritating hum as he made his way to the refrigerator to grab a beer. The murmur of shoppers filled the air, blending with the strong smell of fish.

As Duncan picked out a brand of beer, he overheard fragments of a conversation between two older women standing in line at the checkout.

"Have you heard about the hike?" one asked, her tone filled with concern.

"Yeah, they say they’ve found bodies, but they’re not sure who they are."

Duncan barely paid attention. He had heard similar stories before—people lost in some remote corner, victims of fate or their own stupidity. There was no room in his life to worry about those poor souls. He didn’t know their names, nor did he intend to learn them.

Later that same day, as night fell, DJ was at the gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his limits during his workout. Over the gym’s loudspeakers, the radio broadcasted a news bulletin about the same tragedy.

"Recent reports indicate that the search for the missing hikers continues without success. Authorities have identified several of the missing, but are still working to confirm if any of them match the bodies found this morning," the announcer said, his voice grave and professional.

DJ paused his arm reps to reach into his pocket and quickly pull out his phone. He needed to change the song and get back to work. He briefly removed an earbud to let the coach know he’d be taking a bit longer in that section.

And this is the first part of chapter 1

[aintmyjewelry]

i do believe the rep tv announcement is right around the corner. idk when all the other fans got it in their head she’s only announcing stuff while on tour

[likeanageoldclassic]

taylor unpinned the 1989 tv post, mentioned reputation tv and then there’s this pic… are we getting a present for new year’s day?

[podado-t-memes]

Deaf Representation in Media (Image Description Included)

Full Disclosure, I am a Hearing woman so all information in these slides are from online Deaf resources (I linked below), but if anything is inaccurate or needs tweaking please let me know! I’ve also never written out the Image Descriptions so please let me know if I need to fix anything!

[ID 1: Four hands using ASL to spell out “Deaf.” The background has various still images of people signing “I love you,” Fingerspelling “Hawkeye,” and a title card from a show reading “The Boy from 6B.”

Then reads “Representation in Media” / end ID1]

[ID 2: Stock Photo of mother and child with Hearing Aids.

There is a statistical chart in the bottom left corner that reads “New Study of Hearing Loss among US adults aged 20 to 69. Who has hearing loss? 14% of adults aged 20-69 in 2011-2012. Prevalence of hearing loss has declined slightly from about 16% in 1999-2004.”

The caption around the picture reads “What is Representation? Representation is the portrayal of another culture or people/person in media that is done respectfully and not stereotyped.

Why is Deaf representation so important? Approximately 48 million Americans have some degree of hearing loss (Hearing Loss Association of America). Good Deaf and Hard of Hearing Representation can be very validating to those in the community because they can see themselves in these characters. Accurate representation can be educational for people outside the Deaf community to learn more about it in a non-stereotyped way.” / end ID 2]

[ID 3: Photo of the National Association of the Deaf logo.

The caption over the logo reads “ According to the National Association for the Deaf (NDA) proper media portrait of deafness should include:

The production should be accessible. Clear cooperation between Deaf individuals and all media personnel, interpreters, etc.

All terminology, when referring to Deaf or Hard of Hearing people, should be up-to date and not offensive.

All descriptions of Deaf individuals should be based on the people’s personalities and not be patronizing by including terms like they are “overcoming,” “inspiring,” “special,” etc.

Media should listen to the knowledge and ideas from those in the Deaf or Hard of Hearing communities, and not from those outside the community (even if meant well).

Media should make conscious steps to work with the other groups a Deaf individual might be part of such as other cultures, religions, ethnicities, sexualities, etc.

All media should be made accessible and available for all Deaf and Hard of Hearing folks.

/End ID 3]

[ID 4: In the Background is the poster for the movie “Coda.” Four people are looking into the camera and holding up the sign for “I love you.”

The caption over the poster reads “Recently, there has been an increase in the general public’s interest in Deaf stories with the success of the Movie “CODA” (2021)... But we still have a long way to go with Deaf Rep…” /end ID 4]

[ID 5: The image shows two sheets taken from the Deaf West theater. One shows What TV genres see the most and least Deaf representation? While the other is on what types of Deaf characters have hearing audiences seen represented in media.

At the top the caption reads “According to NRG and the Deaf West Theater…”

The caption below the charts reads “Depending on the type or genre of media an individual consumes may determine how much exposure they get to seeing Deaf people represented.

Even within the already small portion of Deaf people represented, there are even smaller subsections of minorities shown less in the Media.” /end ID 5]

[ID 6: The screen shot is of the NRG webpage article “NRG and Deaf West Theatre release roundtable film on Deaf representation”

The caption above the image reads “Linked below is a video from NRG and The Deaf West Theater where they are interviewing Deaf people in the creative industry (Writers, directors, actors, ect.) talking about their experiences with and the state of Deaf representation in today’s media. https://www.nrgmr.com/our-thinking/entertainment/nrg-and-deaf-west-theatre-release-roundtable-film-on-deaf-representation/” /end ID 6]

[ID 7: Caption at the top reads “Good examples of Deaf representation!”

Below we have pictures of 4 different Deaf characters. On the top left is Theo from Only Murders in the Building. Top right is Jackie from Craig of the creek. Bottom left is Marvel comics Hawkeye. And on the bottom left is Daphne from Switched at birth. /end ID 7]

[ID 8: Caption at the top reads “My personal favorite… Linda Bove (Sesame street from 1971-2002)”

Below the caption are 16 pictures of Linda throughout her time while on sesame street. Mostly she is with her co-star Bob. /end ID 8]

Resources:

[abloomntime]

Kiddo Week Day 6 (DLC) Nyakuza Metro/Artic Cruise

Prompts by @kinglieste and @snatchersnatched

Prompts found here

https://at.tumblr.com/abloomntime/kinglieste-kinglieste-a-hat-in-time/gfyc7trjfxj4

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She was always a different cat from the rest of the litter.

Welcome to Nyakuza Metro where the blinding lights would bedazzle you and blind you from thievery that would take place there. Giving the city a bad rep. Giving CATS a bad rep. Fur as black as night. Claws all sharp. Faces constantly hidden behind masks. Every single cat the same except for one place. Welcome to Alpine Skyline Mountains. Where the cats were tan, wore more masks,....and were still thieves honing the mastery of cloaking magic to disappear without a trace after they nabbed your things. Thieves. Thieves. THIEVES!!! All thieves. The planet of Subcon knew of Nyakuzians and their kind. Thus after countless years of thievery and bad reputations a stigma was born. All cats were untrustworthy no matter which corner of the planet they came from. So cats were not to be trusted. And you either followed the crowd or were labeled an outsider. But what happened when one was born an outsider? Well...I guess you would get her. From the moment she was born she knew she was different. For one she wasn't even a cat at all. A human. Born and then abandoned within the city of cats. That what happened to her for as long as she could remember.

Bow was always very away she was different. It was hard not too notice when she wasn't even the same species with no fur or claws at all. Growing up in that orphan's home wasn't the greatest either in a city known for it's high crime rate especially to those of the younger age. She never knew how she came to be here or where she came from or even if she even had a family anywhere out there. She once asked, only to be told she was found on the doorstep one rough night like every other cliche kitten that she had to bunk with. At first it wasn't too bad. Some of the kittens let her play with them but it mostly things like keep away with them keeping things from her and making her always picked last or being picked on. Taking her toys and teasing about how she looked so different from the others. It stung. Stung deep. She knew she was different, but it wasn't her fault. She still liked cats. The giant cats that pulled the subways were much nicer. Always purring and letting her pet and play with them whenever she walked up to them before being scolded for holding up the trains and shooed off again only to be teased and stolen from again. She felt so...alone. It was awful. Sometimes she'd cry but it seemed like no one seemed to care. She didn't fit in at all. She didn't belong here. It was...wrong.

So that's why she ran away. In the middle of the night when everyone else was cat napping, she slipped out as crafty as any other cat burglar and slipped away into the busy streets. You didn't grow up in a city of cat burglars without learning to slip away unnoticed and pick locks. That was one thing she was thankful for at least. Street smarts could make or break you out in this crowd. But then that begged the question..Where would she go from here? She didn't want to remain here. She couldn't remain here! Nothing about here was good at all! And she couldn't last forever. No money for food or shelter and even if she did have it, it'd just be eventually taken from her anyways soon with all these thieves walking around. The idea of where to go came to her as she was passing a TV store with the many expensive looking TVs stored in the windows to be displayed. She had glanced at it glumly as she walked past but stopped upon seeing someone on the screens. Someone...Who looked LIKE HER!!! The man was no cat and wore no fur but a blue suit advertising some kind of fishing business in a far off town! Mafia Town! ...Mafia Town huh? A town full of other humans like herself? That was a good place right? It must be if there was people like her instead of cat burglars that wouldn't hesitate to steal everything including the kitchen sink.

Well there was only one way to find out.

[echantedtoon]

Kiddo Week Day 6 (DLC) Nyakuza Metro/Artic Cruise

She was always a different cat from the rest of the litter.

Welcome to Nyakuza Metro where the blinding lights would bedazzle you and blind you from thievery that would take place there. Giving the city a bad rep. Giving CATS a bad rep. Fur as black as night. Claws all sharp. Faces constantly hidden behind masks. Every single cat the same except for one place. Welcome to Alpine Skyline Mountains. Where the cats were tan, wore more masks,....and were still thieves honing the mastery of cloaking magic to disappear without a trace after they nabbed your things. Thieves. Thieves. THIEVES!!! All thieves. The planet of Subcon knew of Nyakuzians and their kind. Thus after countless years of thievery and bad reputations a stigma was born. All cats were untrustworthy no matter which corner of the planet they came from. So cats were not to be trusted. And you either followed the crowd or were labeled an outsider. But what happened when one was born an outsider? Well...I guess you would get her. From the moment she was born she knew she was different. For one she wasn't even a cat at all. A human. Born and then abandoned within the city of cats. That what happened to her for as long as she could remember.

Bow was always very away she was different. It was hard not too notice when she wasn't even the same species with no fur or claws at all. Growing up in that orphan's home wasn't the greatest either in a city known for it's high crime rate especially to those of the younger age. She never knew how she came to be here or where she came from or even if she even had a family anywhere out there. She once asked, only to be told she was found on the doorstep one rough night like every other cliche kitten that she had to bunk with. At first it wasn't too bad. Some of the kittens let her play with them but it mostly things like keep away with them keeping things from her and making her always picked last or being picked on. Taking her toys and teasing about how she looked so different from the others. It stung. Stung deep. She knew she was different, but it wasn't her fault. She still liked cats. The giant cats that pulled the subways were much nicer. Always purring and letting her pet and play with them whenever she walked up to them before being scolded for holding up the trains and shooed off again only to be teased and stolen from again. She felt so...alone. It was awful. Sometimes she'd cry but it seemed like no one seemed to care. She didn't fit in at all. She didn't belong here. It was...wrong.

So that's why she ran away. In the middle of the night when everyone else was cat napping, she slipped out as crafty as any other cat burglar and slipped away into the busy streets. You didn't grow up in a city of cat burglars without learning to slip away unnoticed and pick locks. That was one thing she was thankful for at least. Street smarts could make or break you out in this crowd. But then that begged the question..Where would she go from here? She didn't want to remain here. She couldn't remain here! Nothing about here was good at all! And she couldn't last forever. No money for food or shelter and even if she did have it, it'd just be eventually taken from her anyways soon with all these thieves walking around. The idea of where to go came to her as she was passing a TV store with the many expensive looking TVs stored in the windows to be displayed. She had glanced at it glumly as she walked past but stopped upon seeing someone on the screens. Someone...Who looked LIKE HER!!! The man was no cat and wore no fur but a blue suit advertising some kind of fishing business in a far off town! Mafia Town! ...Mafia Town huh? A town full of other humans like herself? That was a good place right? It must be if there was people like her instead of cat burglars that wouldn't hesitate to steal everything including the kitchen sink.

Well there was only one way to find out.

[worldtouradvicetravel]

Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile Cruise

Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile Cruise

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Accommodation aboard 5 star Royal Lotus ship on full board basis

Tour to visit Karnak temple and Luxor temples

Trip to visit Valley of the Kings, Hatshipsut temple 

Excursions to visit Edfu temple according to the Royal Lotus itinerary

Excursions to visit Kom Ombo temple according to the Royal Lotus itinerary

Tour to visit Philae temple, unfinished obelisk and The High Dam

Sailing around the Elephantine island and Botanical Gardens

Entrance fees to the above mentioned sights between Luxor and Aswan

Egyptologist tour guide during your excursions and nile cruise holiday

Egypt Nile cruise service charges and all applicable local taxes

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Any items not mentioned in Sonesta St. George tour itinerary

Tipping Kitty

International flights

Personal expenses

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Cabins are fully air conditioned

Private bath/shower with hair dryer

Satellite color TV

Protection and smoke detector in each cabin

Spa center and message

Swimming pool, bar & Sun deck

Safe box in each cabin

Telephone system with international calls.

Doctor on calls on board.

Laundry service & housekeeping

All major credit cards accepted

The rOYAL Lotus cruise Restaurant

The Crescent Lounge and Bar and The Observation Bar

A refreshing plunge pool cleverly linked to a relaxing heated Jacuzzi

Sundeck Bar / Sun Deck has a canopied area

Fully equipped gymnasium

Bridge tables and an internet corner

Royal Lotus Nile Cruise 4 nights 5 days

Day 1# Monday  Luxor Tours

Start your Nile Cruise holiday on board Movenpick Royal lotus from Luxor city, Luxor has a pristine, rugged and wild landscape waiting to be discovered, World tour advice Tours delegate will meet and assist you upon your arrival at Luxor airport, train station or Luxor hotels. direct transfer by private air-conditioned van to board MS Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise. Step back in time to 500 bc Take a fun and memorable day trip after your Lunch meal on board Royal Lotus Nile cruise, then meet your professional tour guide, start a guided trip to visit the biggest temples ever erected in the world Karnak complex and Luxor Temples. Back to your ship for afternoon tea and dinner,at night free time to walk in the city or Sound and light show in Karnak temple, overnight stay on board in Luxor

Meals: Lunch, Dinner

Day 2: Tuesday Luxor West bank Tours - Edfu

Enjoy a sumptuous on board the Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise boat, followed by a guided trip to Luxor West Bank, go to visit the chief place in West bank ( Valley of the Kings ), Proceed to Hatshepsut Temple at El Deir EL Bahari, ruins of Amon Hotep III mortuary temple including the Colossi of Memnon. Back to the ship for lunch and an afternoon tea during sailing towards Edfu. Dinner and overnight a board Ms Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise on Edfu. Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 3: Wednesday- Edfu to Kom Ombo Tours

Enjoy a yummy breakfast on board the MS Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise ship, Take the chance to visit Edfu and its impressive architectural legacy ( Horus Temple ), Transfer from cruise to the temple will be an exhilarating experience by horse carriage, Back to the board, sailing to the south to Kom Ombo. Enjoy Lunch on board. A guided tour to visit the temple shared by the two gods Sobek and Haroeris. Sailing to Aswan, dinner and overnight stay.

Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 4: Thursday Aswan Tours

 Aswan has a whole slew of attractions and sightseeing opportunities for travelers, So enjoy your breakfast , then meet your tour guide and start an exhilarating tour to visit the high dam of Aswan, which separate Nile river and Nasser lake, visit Philae temple and the unfinished obelisk, back to cruise for lunch meal, after noon optional  tours to Nubian village and botanic gardens, Overnight in Aswan

Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 5:Friday Check out

Breakfast on board, Disembarkation after breakfast. Optional tour to Abu Simbel temples, Transfer to Aswan Airport or railway station.

Meals: Breakfast   

Itinerary 3 nights 4 days Aswan To Luxor

Every : Friday 4 days, 3 nights cruise sailing from Aswan to Luxor

Day 1 Aswan sightseeing tours from Nile cruise

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Overnight in Aswan

Lunch- dinner

Day 2 Kom Ombo- Edfu tours from Nile cruise

Saturday Optional tours to Sound and light show in Philae or to visit Abu Simbel temples

 Saturday Relish a luscious breakfast on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, feast your eyes at the time your Cruise Sailing from Aswan to Kom Ombo, scouting the glamour of Kom Ombo Temple, then sail to Edfu, Lunch included on board, enjoy Egyptian Galabeya Party, overnight on board on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise in Edfu.

Overnight in Edfu

Breakfast-Lunch- dinner

Day 3 Luxor tours from Nile cruise

Once you finish your delicious breakfast on board , start a tour to visit Edfu where you will see the enchanting Temple of Horus,followed by sailing to Esna,

Cross the lock of Esna and proceed sailing to Luxor, Arrival Luxor, Now amuse your eyes by a tour to see the legendary Karnak Temples with its enormous Pillars hall, then stir towards Luxor temple to Explore the relation between the 2 temples.

Overnight in Luxor

Breakfast-Lunch- dinner

Day 4 Disembarkation- Luxor Tours, End of Nile cruise holiday

Relish your luscious breakfast on board followed by Disembarkation from Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, Unleash your inner explorer by the Nile cruise tours between Valley of the Kings (visiting 03 Tombs Only, Tut Ankh Amon with additional ticket), and Queen Hatshepsut temple tour, It is known now with the name of El-Deir El-Bahary, your last visit will be to Colossi of Memnon, Watch the glory of the two huge statues, Then our tour guide will escort you back to Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, Lunch included on board, Belly Dance Show, dinner and overnight on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise in Luxor.

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[grapementos]

redamancy

(v.) the act of loving someone in return.

a/n: the final part of the cheating triology.

kirishima and midoriya’s part.

bakugo x gn reader

warnings: cheating, panic attack (kinda), suggestive, crying

pro-hero dynamight didn't have the best rep with the press, if his exhausted pr team was anything to go by. seldom were there headlines about him without outburst or, the media's favorite little play on words, explosive following suit.

then, suddenly, his brash behavior had stopped. it was so abrupt that no one even noticed at first.

once they did, the questions came flooding in. many of them were speculations of anger management classes or something of that nature. in the end, they were all denied until the big question came:

'are you in a relationship?'

it was confirmed, and the crowd went wild. within days there were tabloids of 'pro-hero dynamight's secret lover: who could it be?'

it was innocent at first; just plain curiosity about a public figure.

but then it got deeper. talk shows got psychologists to give professional insight as to how a relationship with someone like dynamight would be.

as expected, it wasn't positive. and soon enough, everyone on the internet was bashing dynamight for being dangerous or violent, specifically towards his lover, whom they knew nothing about.

you'd rub the tension out of his shoulders at the end of the day, reminding him that he was good, no matter what the media had to say. they didn't know him like you did.

your comfort and reassurance usually calmed him down and left him grumbling, "i didn't even care anyways."

so he took the criticism. and he took the bashing, the false speculation—and he kept moving forward.

that is, until someone thought it'd be fun to make a 'top ten pro-heroes who'd cheat' blog post that went absolutely viral. it reached every corner of the internet, even getting mentioned in the news as outraged heroes demanded the website be removed.

the number one spot, the one bakugo had yearned for, was his.

but not in the way he wanted.

being ranked most likely to cheat did a number on his behavior, both in public and private. he was more distant and less explosive, which somehow spurred the press on more.

they concluded that he cleaned up his act because the blog was right and he wanted to create a better image for himself. that wasn't true at all—he was just tired.

so tired, in fact, that he proved the rumors right.

denki was draped over your couch, watching some game show on tv when you found out. the two of you had planned to hang out for a bit and watch a movie at the cinema, but nothing good was showing, so you ultimately decided to head back to your place.

your shared place. with bakugo.

you assumed it was one of his late nights since he wasn't home, so you started cooking dinner, making small talk with denki.

"so you can go swimming, then?" you quirked a brow, poking your head into the living room.

"yeah, just as long as i don't activate my quirk, you know?" denki opened his mouth to explain further, but the front door messily slammed open, beating him to it.

and there he was. bakugo katsuki.

with someone else in his arms, his face nearly being eaten as they pushed back and forth against each other.

everything stopped the moment he made eye contact with you. the kissing stopped, your brain stopped—it even felt like the tv was muted.

even worse was that his eyes held no remorse. just a little surprise, like finding your old charger after buying a new one.

"thought you were hanging out with dunce face," his voice was gruff, low and sultry as his gazed burned into you with... impatience?

"katsuki, what're you.." you mumbled out, brain still trying to process the sight before you, "why're you.."

"didn't think you'd be back already." he shrugged, gaze shifting back to the person he was with. and only then did his brows relax, lips tugging up into a smile. "now, if you'll excuse us.."

he tried to walk past you, but you shoved his chest, "what the hell are you doing?" you nearly screamed, eyes red and burning with tears.

"haven't you heard the rumors, y/n? i'm a cheater. you don't need to be with someone like me."

you saw the flash of hurt in his eyes, but even that couldn't overpower the utter devastation pooling all the way from your chest to your toes. oh, it hurt.

"kami," you whispered desperately once they were gone—in the room that you used to sleep in—head starting to swim, "kami, help me, please."

you didn't even know what you wanted him to help you with. you just wanted everything to stop.

he rushed to your side, finally snapping out of his shocked daze. his arms were around you in an instant, chin on top of your head, "you're okay, y/n, i'm here. it's okay."

you were shaking and sobbing into his shirt, grip tight on his unzipped jacket.

"it hurts. oh god, it hurts. kami, make it stop, please." you shuddered, and everything was suddenly too loud.

he held you tightly, letting you cry for what felt like hours.

and then he got you out of there.

BONUS:

the healing process was long and still incomplete. some days you still felt so empty, only able to complete the bare necessities to get through your day, but denki was by your side when he could be.

you'd since moved out of your shared home with bakugo and into a place of your own, which was a difficult adjustment. but with denki calling you twice a day—literally—you didn't have a chance to be lonely.

most nights he spent at your house, claiming it was because he loved your cooking.

you weren't dumb; denki flirted with you all the time. he was truly unashamed every time he greeted you with a 'hey, hottie', and bid you goodbye with a 'love you, sweetcheeks'.

it made you cringe, but it was denki, so you had to love him.

after a year of being closer than ever, he’d asked you on a date numerous times, receiving a playful 'no, you know i'm not ready for that.'

but, one time was special. one time was heartfelt and so genuine that you shed real tears. denki laid his heart bare for you, every ounce of emotions spilling out of him and onto your shirt.

"i know you're not ready, y/n, but i love you so much. i'll wait for you, i swear it!"

and after all those no's, you finally said yes.

i like to think that bakugo did it for you. obviously this wasn’t the right way to go about it, but he just.. kind of got so tired of being accused of something terrible. he became the monster they swore he was. and you got caught in the crossfire. also i bolded dynamight instead of bakugo because i feel like this focuses on that part of his persona. his hero-self got too wrapped up in the media. also! kirishima was originally gonna be the new lover, but i feel like it’d be too similar to the other bakugo one i wrote.

reblogs are appreciated.