#shaney says

[hoshinokagayakiyo]

im ngl i think i need to rename my account dohifujakusama or something like i dont think i vibe as much with this anymore

[theghoulboysblog]

Wanna remind everyone amidst their “big boy” “big guy” and “long legs” hype that Ryan also occasionally calls Shane “Shaney” which I find especially funny since it makes him sound like a suburban mom. LET’S TALK ABOUT IT! 😭

[ofmdrecaps]

08/30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Baby, Baby, Baby Day; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Lindsey Cantrell; Nathan Foad; Samson Kayo; Nominations; FanSpotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Citizen Dame; Love Notes

== Baby, Baby, Baby Day ==

For those of you not already aware, 08/30/2024 was the 1 year anniversary of this beautiful teaser for Season 2 and David had shared it on his twitter.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

You may recall, our friends over at @adoptourcrew requested that we flood social media on 08/30/2024 and send some love and try to get OFMD trending.

= Trends =

The final result caught this morning by our friend @jodegg was 30.7K (and David shared it with love)

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

There apparently was some help from some bots-- which who are we to complain! Thanks for catching MerakiRetreat (one of the coolest, sweetest folks btw).

Source: Meraki Retreat's Twitter

Apparently Twitter gave us a special trend name! (OFMD Baby Anniversary!) Thank you Ashley for catching this, this is priceless!

Source: Seven_Sugars Twitter

Source: Seven Sugars Twitter

Samba joined in on the festivities!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram Stories

== Permanent Ink ==

Several crew mates also wanted to share their beautiful permanent ink, inspired by or from the show! Thank you so much to all our wonderful crewmates who were kind enough to allow me to share this beautiful artwork <3

Source: mans41469295's Twitter

Source: Tiarne's Twitter

Source: Shaney's Twitter

Source: Pogo's Twitter

Source: NDKiwi's Twitter

Source: Ofmdframes Twitter

Source: OrphanedNebula Twitter

David made a thread of the wonderful shared permanent ink here!

He also made a sweet note and mentioned the #'s.

Source: David Jenkin's Twitter

One thing David DID want to mention though, since he mentioned the numbers were there, our crew mentioned Casey Bloys-- and he did have something to say. Take that as you will. (Sounds like we should focus the Schadenfreude on Zaslav)

Source: David's Twitter

Our friendly neighbourhood Honk Weather Control Center made a special Honk for the day!

Source: HonkForcast Twitter

I think that covers a good chunk of it. So many great things happened-- thanks to all who participated, it was phenomenal! Great job Crew!

= Taika Waititi =

Happy Anniversary to Eagle vs Shark! Taika's first feature film!

Source: NZOnScreen's Instagram

== Nathan Foad ===

One of Nathan's other works-- a short called Dope Fiend, has been selected for this years Official Selection at Aesthetica Short Film Festival <3

Source: SunGazerProduction's Instagram

Another sneaky shot of Nathan this past week <3

Source: WowGoose Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba out with his folks <3

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Linds Cantrell ==

Linds, our amazing set designer, sharing teasers of some of her current works!

Source: Linds Cantrell's Instagram

== Samson Kayo ==

Lastly for the Cast & Crew tonight, I want to send so many heartfelt condolences to our dear Samson, his father passed away recently. I questioned whether I should share this or not because it's so personal, but I thought it would be appropriate to ask that if you have a moment, please send Samson some love in this hard time.

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Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram

== Nominations ==

So this is a couple days old, I apologize, our friends over at @adoptourcrew found some new nominations you can vote on for OFMD and Vico! (Yes it says Sci-Fi show-- which is a bit odd but hey whatever, not gonna complain it's getting recognition!)

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

Running out of images for tonight so this'll be brief again, I'll try to catch up tomorrow with more fan spotlights!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our lovely crewmates over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction will be doing a new Gay Pirate News Hour covering the latest in OFMD Fandom News on their Youtube! No start dates yet, but keep an eye out!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction's Instagram

= Citizen Dame =

Citizen Dame is covering "This Is Happening" this week! The OFMD coverage is just for Patreon subscribers, so if you're a subscriber head on over and check it out!

Source: Citizen Dame Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I'm hoping that life is treating you kindly. It was so very nice to see everyone have such a great day on the 30th. I know how hard it's been since the cancellation for so many folks, so it's beautiful to see so many people having so much fun-- and seeing David participate!

I wanted to suggest, if you haven't gotten a chance to-- this would be a great time to rewatch OFMD. I know a lot of folks have watched it a lot.. and others haven't had the heart to do so after the cancellation. I can't tell you how cathartic watching it again has been. I've watched it over and over again.. and every time I get to experience the joy and wonder of this positively beautiful show we got to share. If you're not ready though, please don't feel bad. Grief takes a long time to cope with...and if you need support, lean on your crew. Everyone is experiencing grief differently, but we're all here together. What we got was a stunning work of art, that if we don't get an s3 is imperfectly perfect in it's own way. It's what brought so many of us together. It inspired so much wonderful art, fic, gifs, friendships, meta, kindness, confidence, and love. It boosted some of our lovely cast & crew, and gave us a place to grow together. If we DO get an s3 one day, it'll be yet another chapter to this exquisite book of queer joy.

I hope you're getting some rest lovelies, be kind to yourself today if you can <3

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[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 7

Part 6

The week leading up to Corroded Coffin being back on the road was filled with family time. Steve wouldn’t be without his mates the entire time, there were a couple of dates on the schedule where it was decided he’d take a plane out to meet them. They’d be in California, recording the stuff they’d been working on in their downtime and then promoting said album on the usual circuit. That included a few performances on some talk shows.

Steve already had his calendar updated and was counting the days even though they hadn’t left yet. But then the day came and Steve couldn’t scent them enough. He had his arms wrapped around Gareth, rubbing their cheeks together.

Eddie was sitting on the floor, both of Violet’s hands in each of his, watching as she wobbled on her legs, clearly trying to figure them out. She hadn’t taken her first official step yet, but Steve felt that it was incoming.

Eddie looked her straight in the eye. “Vi, I love you but if you take your first step while I’m gone, you will be disowned.”

Steve giggled against Gareth’s neck. “I don’t think you’ll have much control over that.”

“I can try!”, Eddie exclaimed. “Daughter of mine, don’t have any milestones. Stay exactly the way you are until I get back, okay?”

Jeff rolled his eyes as he bounced Vanessa in his arms. She was fighting a nap. They all finished saying their goodbyes, the band getting in a ride share and heading to the airport. Steve waved until they were out of sight. 

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“And they’ll be gone for a while”, Steve said before taking a sip of his drink. He was nursing a mocktail while his mother sipped on some wine.

“You’re going to take care of the girls on your own? Our offer to hire a nanny still stands”, Margaret reminded him.

“Thanks, but we don’t need a nanny. There’s still Eddie’s uncle and Jeff’s mom. We’ve still got the twins outnumbered”, he joked.

He had met her for an aperitif. It was the sort of thing he would have been expected to do before striking out on his own and living the struggle life. And now he could that again since he had four sugar daddies.

“Still, for the sires to be absent for so long-”

“Please. Please don’t act all high and mighty now. There were whole weeks when I didn’t see dad. Or you.”

“But you weren’t alone. You had a professional. She was probably better at child rearing than even I.”

Steve didn’t even engage. He knew she couldn’t name any of the nannies who had ever watched him. But she let that part of the conversation go, turning it instead to whatever networking his father was doing. Steve didn’t care. But he knew it was important to his parents and he was trying to keep that olive branch extended.

So when she invited him and the twins to visit, he accepted. His parents were currently staying at a villa belonging to a friend. The twins were old enough to handle some light travel. And it would give Beatrice and Wayne a week off from raising their grands.

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“How long will you be staying?”, Eddie asked, his voice coming from the speaker of Steve’s phone.

“About three days”, Steve said. “Give or take. It’s not like I have anywhere to be.” He was in the middle of packing his own suitcase. The girls’ things were already packed away in a separate suitcase.

“Um, did you forget that you’re supposed to be cheering on your favorite band when they blow the roof off the Shaney Harris Show?”

“Oh? Is Daft Punk performing?”

“Ha ha.”

“That’s not until the week after. I’ll be there. I promise”, Steve said, closing his case. And he still intended to call or text often and he had been doing since Eddie and the others left. Losing the physical part of their relationship tugged at his heart, but the trade off was seeing pictures of them in their element. 

Beatrice helped Steve buckle the girls into their carseats and Wayne packed up the trunk. He said his ‘see you laters’ and then he was off. Violet was the most talkative, babbling to herself while watching the scenery go by. Vanessa slept for most of the ride but once she woke up, she started vocalizing too. Sometimes it seemed like an exchange but mostly they were competing against each other.

The trip took a couple of hours and even though it wasn’t that arduous, he was glad when he arrived just to get the girls out of their seats for longer than a diaper change. The villa wasn’t as big as the Harrington estate that he’d grown up in. But it had similar qualities. It was lavish and extravagant but had no personality.

When he drove up, it wasn’t his parents that came out first but a middle aged woman in soft clothing. He was confused as he got out of the car until he saw his mother appear.

“That’s Eleanor, you can give the children to her. And Javier will take your bags.”

Steve was about to question who when a man suddenly appeared by the trunk. He let out a sigh as he hit the button to open it but kept the back doors closed.

“Mother, I thought this was a visit.”

“It is.”

“For me and the girls. I don’t need to leave them with Eleanor. No offense, I’m sure you’re a lovely woman.”

“Nonsense. She lives for it and it’ll give you and I time to catch up. I can show you around”, Margaret said.

Steve crossed his arms. “I’m not leaving my pups with a stranger.”

Margaret scoffed and rolled his eyes. “At least let her help you bring them inside.”

He could concede to that and he entered the villa, holding onto one carrier while Eleanor carried the other. The next few days went about as Steve expected. He couldn’t come down to meals in just anything. No, he tried that with just a shirt and jeans and his mother started to set out clothing for meal times. Button ups and slacks.

His mother also had several little outfits for Violet and Vanessa. They were cute, if cumbersome. Big, fluffy dresses as if they were dolls. Steve put them on once to humor her and take the pictures, which he sent to his pack. But they weren’t the best sort of fashion for infants who were learning to crawl and determined to learn to walk.

Steve was starkly reminded of the life he’d left behind when during the second night, he put his pups in the sink to give them a bath.

“Steven Philip Harrington!”, his mother gasped. “What are you doing!?”

“Trying to wash two very slippery otters”, he said, momentarily forgetting who he was talking to.

“In the sink!? Have some dignity. That’s what Eleanor is for.” Her hand was against her heart like the shock was that much for her and Steve suddenly had the image in his head of her literally clutching a pearl necklace around her neck.

“I’m capable of bathing my own children”, Steve said while Vanessa splashed around. He was rinsing Violet off and in his focus, he didn’t see the look his mother gave.

The rest of the visit was similar to that. Despite saying they wanted to get to know the girls, his parents kept trying to pawn them off to Eleanor. They said they wanted to learn more about him and his new life and pack but every conversation was like they were trying to squish him back into the box he’d been in before leaving home.

Steve sighed as he laid in bed, bringing a handkerchief that Eddie had scented to his nose to ground him. He was fine. He had a pack that loved him, pups too, and friends. Robin had literally compared the girls’ dress pictures to American Girl dolls. Even he had to admit they were adorable.

But tonight was his last night here. By this time tomorrow, he’d be back in his own nest. 

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The morning sun filtered through the window and Steve woke up with the birds singing. He yawned deeply and rolled over. Two seconds later, he realized how odd it was that he woke up to sunshine and bird song and not two pups crying. His mother insisted that there was a perfectly good nursery in the villa with fine cribs and Steve had relented.

He preferred having his pups close in a new environment, but he at least had a baby monitor to let him know when they needed him. But he didn’t hear anything. Steve rubbed his eyes and sat up. It wasn’t impossible for them to still be sleeping peacefully, but he’d feel better once he had eyes on him.

But as he got out of bed, he felt a wrongness. He rubbed his eyes again and his vision cleared and he wasn’t in the guest room at the villa. His breath got short as he was met instead with his childhood bedroom.

“No, this can’t be happening.” He opened the curtains and saw the same view he had for the first eighteen years of his life. His breathing got short. “My pups…my babies.”

He nearly tore the door open and rushed out, opening every door, trying to find them. “Vanessa! Violet!” He knew they couldn’t call back but he was also in panic mode.

“Steven, cease this racket”, his father said, already dressed in a suit for breakfast. “Now come on, your mother is waiting.”

“Why am I back here? Where are my pups!?”

“Don’t raise your voice indoors!”, his father roared, finger in Steve’s face.

Years ago it would have gotten him to submit. But not when his daughters were nowhere to be seen. He would tear this house apart if he had to.

“I’ll scream and shout until someone calls the cops! How did you get me here? Why did you bring me here and where. Are. My. Children?!”

“Honestly, can’t we have a quiet morning?”, Margaret complained, coming into the hallway. “You’ll see your children in time Steve. Now get dressed for breakfast and we’ll talk.”

“I’m not-!”

“You heard your mother.” Layton put an arm around her shoulders and they walked down the hall towards the stairs and Steve wanted to scream, to rip his hair out, to take an axe and destroy everything. But he couldn’t do any of that until he knew where his babies were. He went back to his bedroom and checked for any of his belongings. The clothes he’d brought weren’t here, nor was his cellphone. And the corded phone he used to have in his room was gone too. 

He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands, allowing a few sobs before noticing the outfit hanging on the door of his closet. A pale blue button up, khaki pants. He took a deep breath and stood up. This was insane, even for his parents. But he would endure it for the sake of his real family.

Part 8

[sequencefairy]

do you have the extra scratch to bleach your pretty little asshole?

[ now available on ao3 ]

~~~

It's the second time that Shane goes blond that really does Ryan in. He'd been affected the first time, but who hadn't been? What a change! His friend, usually so conservative about his appearance even with the wild shirts and strange colour combinations, making such a change? Not something Ryan would have anticipated at all.

And then. And then Shane did it again. Went to the salon, asked for and received a colour treatment and Ryan just--well. He's lost the plot. He's not to be blamed for any of what happened after that, he's not. He can't be. Anyone would have done the same when faced with Shane and his blond hair and the attitude adjustment it came with.

So. Anyway. Not his fault, is what Ryan means. Definitely the ammonia fumes in Shane's hair colouring. Or something. Ryan doesn't know.

He should really stop thinking about this here, where he is balls deep in the hot clutch of Shane's body, his bare hand pressed against Shane's bare spine while Shane writhes under him, asking without asking for Ryan to move, to do something, to do anything. Ryan's not moving. He's already told Shane he won't. This is a non-negotiable part of the scene. Shane's gotta ask for it. He's gotta look back over his shoulders, pretty eyes wide, eyelashes clumped together, and open his mouth and ask for what he wants.

That's the deal.

Shane shifts and Ryan presses in, like he's not already all the way sheathed. The air goes out of Shane's lungs in a high wheeze, but he's nodding into the pillow so Ryan leans down further, covering Shane with his body, so he can put his mouth right next to Shane's ear.

"You want it, baby?" Ryan husks. "You know how to get it. You know all you gotta do is just tell me what you want. I can wait here all day, Shaney-boy, you and I both know it--"

Shane whines and squeezes his eyes shut tight. He clenches around Ryan, his body a ripple of sensation that makes Ryan have to bite his own lip and breathe through.

"Ry--" Shane starts, and stops.

"Come on," Ryan cajoles, sing song, "or I'll think you're holding out on me. Is that what you're doing? Getting off on the denial? Think you can come just like this? Keeping my dick warm in your pretty little asshole?"

Shane mutters something under his breath, but he hisses as Ryan shifts his knees. "Please," Shane says, finally, and it sounds like he's dragged it out from the soles of his feet. "Ryan--Da--" Shane stops himself and Ryan grins, wolfish.

"Who's gonna take care of you, baby?" Ryan asks. "Who makes sure you have the money for your hair appointments?" Ryan runs his hand down Shane's flank. Shane squirms both into and way from the touch. "Who gives you that extra scratch to keep your pretty little asshole bleached?"

Shane groans. "Fuck. Please, Ryan--fucking move, daddy, I need it."

"Good boy," Ryan says, leaning up and back and before snapping his hips. "Come on your daddy's cock, Shane."

And Shane does. Almost immediately.

[azziopeia]

request for a fic

shane x (male) farmer

them cuddling and kissing, please.

maybe touch starved shane, very emotional moment.

i love him

he needs love

thank you

YES OFC WE LOVE SHANEY WANEY

male reader, cuddles 4 shane

not proofread, not long lol

no big TWs, just some MH struggles

Some days are good. That’s a fact of life. Some days you wake up and everything goes according to plan and you end the day feeling satisfied.

This was not one of those days. Not for Shane, at least.

He had started the day with a strong inclination to do absolutely fuck all, but the farmer had insisted on him rising from bed with a cheery, ‘how do you know the day will be bad when it’s not even started?’

Shane usually trusted the farmer’s judgement, and so he decided to do as he said and get his sleepy ass out of bed.

Unfortunately, life is not as kind as the farmer thinks it to be. Some days simply aren’t good.

While the farmer left the house in order to make a living, Shane remained there, feeling frozen in place.

The TV proved as nothing better than background noise; he couldn’t concentrate on his games; he felt pathetic, to put it quite simply.

The farmer was out there working on his farm, and Shane was indoors feeling weak, for absolutely no reason.

Immense waves of guilt seemed to attack Shane; he truly didn’t understand what he had done to deserve such a sweet life - living in the farmhouse with his incredible husband just didn’t feel like something he was worthy of. After all, it was because of the farmer he ever found an exit to his problems - and now it felt as if he didn’t deserve to have them fixed.

That’s how he spent his day. Feeling shame for not being more useful, then feeling shame for not doing anything about it. The toxic cycle continued until the front door opened and in walked the farmer.

“Hey!” he called cheerfully, taking a seat next to him on the couch with a deep sigh.

“Hey, babe.” Shane replied. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah. I’m glad the weather’s cooling down now. It’s so much easier to work without the sun beating down on you.” he gave a soft laugh, before noticing Shane’s sad expression. “Oh, are you okay?”

Shane gave an uncertain nod. “Yeah.”

“Come on, now, don’t lie to me. You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

Shane sighed softly, not meeting the farmer’s eye. “I don’t know. I guess… I guess I just feel kinda useless.”

The farmer’s expression softened. “Shane… why?”

His eyes still refused to meet the farmer’s. He frowned softly. “You do so much work for the two of us. And I’m just kinda… here.”

“Hey, that’s not true.” The farmer responded, taking Shane’s hand. “You’re my husband. You do more than enough for me. You know why?”

Shane finally looked at him. “Why?”

“You actively try to improve. You pulled yourself out of depression. You were drinking everyday and look at you now! You’re sober, you’re here. And I love you so much.” The farmer’s arms went around him and he planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. “And I’m so proud of you. You’ll have bad days, that’s just a part of life. But you’ll survive them. And that’s enough for me.”

A soft smile broke on Shane’s face as he leant into the cuddle. “I… thank you. You… you always know what to say.”

The farmer gave a knowing smile, his lips meeting Shane’s for a moment. “You’re doing a great job. Don’t ever doubt it. And if you do, I’ll sort you out.”

Shane gave a soft laugh. “Thank you.”

“There’s that smile.” he responded, rubbing his back gently. “Now, come on. We have a long night of cuddling ahead of us.”

[taylormarieee]

Kiss marry kill

Daryl, shane and rick

Ok right, please don't come for me in these ratings cuz Imma explain why they are where they are on the scale...

Kiss- I would personally Kiss Daryl because he's my little baby... even tho he was a little racist in the beginning and clearly was your typical redneck in the beginning, I do love his character development in the later seasons! Plus deep down he was just a sad boy who needed to be loved and grew up in a terrible home. So I wanna give him the sweetest smooch and the biggest hug!

Marry- I'm marrying my already Husband Rick Grime because well, 🎶Everybody knows that I'm a good girl Officer!🎶 He's just so nutritiously delicious and so sexy and just overall the wisest, bravest, and hottest man I have personally ever seen on TWD. Granted you've got Shane and Daryl and Negan, but Rick? Oh yea he's the whole shebang for me. Whole reason I watched the show to begin with. Every time he came on the screen so did I. Don't even get me started on His Alexandria era and his Prison era??? Whewww chileee

Kill- Last but not least, Shaney... I just didn't like/agree with some of the things he did. Liem I will give him the fact that he was able to rescue Carl and Lori and then tried to save his best friend but he couldn't. I will say I did feel bad that he felt like he lost his best friend, but then going for his wife? Who was during the time a grieving widow? You pushed yourself onto her as if you had been yearning for her. Then when she told you to quit it you caught an attitude and eventually got jealous and lost your brotherhood with the man you grew up with over a woman who really wasn't shit. (No offense to my lori defenders, I do love her.) He also SA her and I felt really bad for her because you didn't stop even after you did what you did. Then you have the audacity to go into Hershels farm, kill one of his and then order everyone around like you were still a damn cop! Oh hell no. I did like Shane at certain times but man was he an Asshole.

Theres my little yap session done so thank you...<33

[ask-shane]

Oh oh oh ask box is open! I was heading to bed but I of course have to stop by whenever I can.

That said, you’re great and I always smile when I see you around. You’re so amazing, even if you refuse to see it. Never forget that you’re cared about, because you’ll always have at least one person on your side.

That said, good night Shaney :]

you didn't have to take time out of your routine to say hey, but i can't hide it. i'm glad you did. it's reassuring to know how much you care.

eh, don't let me keep talking. wouldn't wanna keep you up. you need your rest, after all. goodnight.

[mythicalshipping]

It was not my birthday yesterday, but it may as well have been because OH. MY. GOD.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

*“All I Ever Wanted” by Basshunter starts playing*

Not spook twins ;-; FROM WATCHER ;-; 

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. 

Shane looking like an “omg I can’t believe we look so much alike” twin-but-not-actually-twin/long lost twin cinematic moment from the 90s. 

“Because we look so much alike,” as Ryan said, but you can tell how delighted they both were. Even Link with his lil’ clasped hands. 

IS SHANE’S ARM STILL AROUND RYAN?!?! It also looks like he has his hand on Ryan’s arm but that might not be the case because we CANNOT TELL WITH THE GIANT SHIP BLOCKING MICROPHONE IN THE WAY. 

Ah yes, two tall men. Two trees. Two gentle giants. Rhett with his beard out here looking like Van Gogh and Shane’s hair out here looking like a cloud from A Starry Night. 

Greatness recognizing greatness ;-; Look how excited Link is as well. Ryan is too just not in this screenshot lmao

Ryan and Shane’s faces on the table like, “Mr. Demille, I’m ready for my cloche up.”  (Also low-key wondering if Cali Boy Bergara and Midwest Madej have ever been referred to as “fellers.” XD) 

Shane holding his elbow ;-; Do Ryan’s lil’ feeties even touch the floor? (I say, standing over here at 5′1 lmao). 

Look at Shane’s FACE here, chin in hand, like he’s admiring Ryan across the table at a French coffee shop JFC. 

Link is baby ;-; I would honestly spontaneously combust if they were to do some sort of horror gaming ep together (maybe VR?) 

Link can’t handle Ryan’s AYS narration voice, and it’s hard to tell if Rhett is looking at Ryan or Link or both. HARD TO TELL WHERE TO LOOK WITH THAT MUCH HOTNESS ON SET LIKE DAMMMNNNN.

Ryan pausing before saying “but” and Link jumping slightly when he does ;-; So baby

We need “What?” counter for Link lmao XD

Shane is so charmed by Ryan wtf. I can’t. They aren’t being subtle about anything anymore. (I mean, why would they on GMM where a lack of subtlety is intricately woven into the show like a Mythical Store blanket?)

Link trying to get on an episode of Buzzfeed: True Cr*me and Rhett looking at Link like he’s on an episode of Southern Fried H*micide. 

(OMFG PLEASE KNOW I AM JOKING). 

Awww look how amused they are by lil’ Shaney over there ;-; 

(Also with how I took these screenshots, it low-key looks like Ryan and Shane are peeking over a wall and staring at the audience like “omg, they can see us?!?!”)

Ryan is also so amused by lil’ Shaney ;-; He cannot hide how much he cares about people in his life and he smiles like the sun how do people EVEN around him JFC...

Ryan fully having a “That’s So Raven” moment (”That’s So Ryan”, if you will). 

The way Shane looks at Ryan when he says this, and then quickly shifts his gaze to Rhett and Link. 

Ryan taking everyone to therapy. Hozier’s new song “Take Me To Therapy.” If “Let’s Talk About That” was a therapy-based talk show. Dr. Phil has nothing on Ryan Bergara. 

Oh look a Shane leg and a Ryan leg. <3 

Shane, don’t mention the multiverse to Rhett, or all of us are going to end up having a 45 minute existential crisis over here. 

Ryan and Link’s faces here though <3 11/10

A LINK AND RYAN HIGH FIVE ;-; 

Ryan getting to rile someone else for once. 

Link fully making the Kermit the Frog Scrunch Face in reply. 

Not Ryan and Shane teasing each other and Rhett and Link looking on longingly like “awww they’re just like us.” ;-; 

Awww Link being scared by the last story ;-; <3

HEH. *insert b*ner joke here*

Omg not Link playfully pretending to hit Ryan <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Tbh, the scariest part of this whole ep was Rhett saying this to Shane, knowing all of the things they eat on GMM...

Ryan is prepared to eat *ss and Rhett approves. 

Well, now we have a vague idea of what Shane would look like with black lipstick <3 

Lmao XD Link really said “Shane, what that mouth do.” 

I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING ;-; 

[shanegrey]

forgot to say happy birthday shaney poopoop

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: A Cape and Nothing Else (Fic Part 183. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"You are so strong and sexy… Superman."

"All for you, my gorgeous Bandit."

"You should stop teasing me, you handsome beast."

"As you wish." He smirks, sliding into her slowly.

Kirby moans against his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist and scratching her nails down his back. He starts slow, his hips working against hers.

"Oh mon Dieu."

"Not God, just me." He chuckles, picking up his pace slowly.

"Never heard you complain about me moaning during sex."

"No complaints. Just teasing."

"You little beastie, Hurricane."

"I'm your beast." He smirks, bending down to bite at her neck.

"If you are my beast, then can I take off the mask?"

"If you want. There's, uh… a little makeup." He chuckles sheepishly.

"I know, raccoon boy." Kirby chuckles as she removes his mask and kisses him deeply.

"Still feel like kissing me when I look like a raccoon?"

"Very sexy raccoon."

"This raccoon can still fuck you senseless."

"Then why aren't ya?"

"Good point." He grins, picking up his pace even faster.

"Oh putain, mon amour." Kirby moans.

He's thrusting hard into her, licking up the dribbles of blood that dot her collarbone and neck.

"Oh my vampire king of love… oh fuck yes…"

"All yours, sweet thing."

"Oh Shaney baby… mon amour, mon roi."

"You taste so fucking good."

"Am I your favourite meal, mon ange? Is my blood your favourite drink?"

"Without a doubt."

"I like that, mon mari… I love being able to satisfy you."

"My love, you satisfy a hunger that gnaws at my soul."

"Have you been reading poetry, mon mari?" Kirby asks gently kissing him.

"Can't I be poetically brilliant myself." He chuckles.

"You can, but you don't usually say poetic things during sex."

"Do you like it?"

"The more accurate word would be love… I love it."

He smiles widely, quietly pleased with himself.

"You charmer, Hurricane… sexy husband."

"All yours."

"You gonna make me cum, superhero?"

"Damn right I am."

"I'm getting close, Shane… real close…"

"Cum for me, my love."

"Oh, Shane, I love you." Kirby murmurs as she cums, kissing him deeply.

"I love you too." He whispers.

"Are you just making sure I'm pregnant with Lilith."

"I think you're pretty certainly pregnant, but it never hurts to make sure."

"Cheeky little beastie."

"That's me." He grins.

Kirby chuckles softly, kissing him gently.

"God, you're perfect."

"Thanks for the reminder, my love."

"Less a reminder, more making sure you know it."

"I know it, my love, you keep telling me so I can never forget."

"Exactly."

"You gonna talk to your little buddy?" Kirby asks gently.

"Yeah, just gonna get rid of the raccoon face."

"I got some more baby wipes in our en suite, they might be useful for you, raccoon boy."

"Good call. While I'm up, I'm gonna check on Shannon and the food."

"Good idea my love."

He kisses her quickly before grabbing his mask to go put it away. Kirby settles into the bed, getting under the comforter and yawning. Once Helms washes his face, he goes to hunt for Shannon, who's sitting in the living room to watch for the delivery guy and sketching quietly. Helms can't tell what it is offhand, but he can see Shannon's pencil moving.

"Watcha drawing?" He asks, leaning over the back of his chair.

"Nothing!" Shannon squeaks, slamming his sketchbook shut and nearly jumping out of his skin, going even more pale when he sees how undressed Helms is.

"C'mon, I've never known you to be shy. Or is it an artist thing and you don't want to show anyone until it's done?"

"It's the artist thing," Shannon decides, breathing a breath of relief to not have to show off his book, "You'll probably see it someday."

"Well, we can see the finished ones over dinner, right?"

"Maybe… Shane, I never really show people this book. I only agreed to it cause Kirby asked and I don't want her to be more pissed at me than she already is."

"She's not pissed. Just gets protective of me sometimes," he shrugs, "food coming soon?"

"Yeah, any minute now."

The gate bell rings, announcing the arrival of their food. Shannon heads out to pick it up, carrying in multiple boxes almost excited.

There's a small crash from upstairs, obviously Kirby falling out of the bed, "I'm okay." She calls.

No matter how okay she says she is, Helms sprints up the stairs, terrified she fell out of the bed onto her stomach.

"I'm okay, I fell on my ass, don't worry, I'm fine." Kirby reassures, leaning against the wall and giving him a small smile.

He exhales a deep sigh of relief, "thank God."

"I was trying to get comfy, and rolled out of the bed, but I'm alright, my butt hurts, but it's fine."

"I'm so happy you didn't land on your belly…" he whispers, helping her up.

"Lilith is okay, our baby is fine." Kirby whispers, kissing him gently.

She can practically feel his heart nearly pounding out of his chest as they kiss. Kirby strokes his hair gently, trying to calm his nerves.

"I don't want to lose you…" he whispers shakily.

"Shane, you won't lose me, nor will you lose Lilith… you're okay, we're okay."

"So much can go wrong so easily…" he's practically trembling in her arms

"It's okay, hey, Shane, look at me, I'm okay, Lilith's okay, you are going to be okay, my love." Kirby whispers, holding him close and trying her hardest not to cry.

"Stay okay. For me, okay?"

"Of course, my dearest, of course."

"Thank you."

Kirby kisses his forehead, stroking his hair and holding him close to her.

"I'm sorry I freaked out…" he whispers.

"It's okay, I'm here for you as much as you are here for me."

"I've just read about too many things going wrong with having a baby. All the ways problems could happen. I can't lose my baby again and I can't lose the mother of my baby again…"

"I know, I know, I'm okay, I'm gonna be okay," Kirby presses his hands to her bump, right as Lilith kicks, "she's fine, my love, she's still there."

He gets down to his knees and kisses her bump, "Daddy's going to keep you safe, Lilith, I promise. I swear so hard that nothing will ever hurt you, do you hear me? You're going to grow up and be a person and I'm not letting anything happen to you or your Mama. Never. I love you too much to let anything happen." He whispers, his voice cracking a little in desperation.

"Shane, you'll worry yourself sick, my love." Kirby whispers, holding him steady and pulling Helms into a gentle kiss, pushing him back against the wall softly.

"I feel sick. The five seconds it took to get up here, I could almost see the blood…" he whispers, trying his best to calm down.

"Stay, breathe… just breathe."

He breathes deeply, resting his forehead on her shoulder

"You will be okay, count to ten and breathe, I'm not gonna let you move until I know you're calm."

He counts to ten softly, whispering ten with a quiet sigh.

"Good, you okay or do you need to count to ten again?" Kirby asks gently.

"I'm okay. I'm all good."

"Good, very good, mon mari… I love you, and me and Lilith are okay, I understand the fear, but we're okay."

"I love you too. I always will."

"We should get food, and I need to make sure you don't leave my sight."

"Not gonna leave your sight. Just gonna pull on some boxers. Maybe sweats too I don't want to leave swampy ass marks on all the chairs."

"Thought we were gonna eat in the bed, ya sexy goofball."

"You think we can fit all the food on the bed?"

"As Shannon said, leftovers for days, don't have to eat it all now."

"Good point."

Kirby kisses Helms gently, messing with his hair. Her touch through his hair helps him relax slowly. She messes with his hair as they walk downstairs to get food.

"Thank you, my love."

"Just making sure my husband is sane."

"I'm sane. I'm very sane."

"Are you sure?" Shannon asks, earning a look of 'shut up' from Kirby.

"He's right to ask," Helms chuckles softly, stretching his arms above his head, "yeah, I'm sure."

"Fy ngwr, we're just worried about you, because you worry the most, aren't we Shannon?"

"Yeah, Kirby's right, we worry because you're grey with stress."

"I appreciate the worry. But it's my job. I'm the one supposed to take care of you. All three of you. Just a little jumpy when I hear Kirby fall or carry anything too heavy. I need to keep you guys safe."

"Look, if I say I'm fine, I'm probably fine, if I scream, then something's wrong."

"If screaming happens, that's probably when my heart attacks will happen." He chuckles sheepishly.

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss, leaning her head on his shoulder after.

"I'll be okay. I'm okay. I'm fine."

"Just making sure, and snuggling."

"Snuggling is good too."

"Shannon, you decide which things we eat, I'm gonna make sure Shane's snuggled up in bed."

"Honey, I'm okay. We can eat down here." He assures softly.

"I just want to make sure that you're okay, you were trembling."

"Adrenaline rush wearing off."

"Nice cover story, but I don't believe it."

"The real story isn't good dinner conversation…" He murmurs.

"I'm just saying I can tell that was fear and that's all, you shouldn't have to hide how you feel from me, I'm your wife for goodness sake."

He sighs softly before looking up for a moment, "Shannon, can you give us a second?" He whispers.

Shannon nods and leaves the room.

"Remember how I told you about Elizabeth?"

"Yeah." Kirby murmurs.

"He left her in the apartment. The guy who killed her. Just left her on the floor, bleeding. I had to get rid of her myself and keep the landlord from finding out she was dead cause her name was on the lease. All the while, Harleen just wanted her Mama. There's so many nights I just see her body in my mind and I'll wake up in a cold sweat and have to hold you until I'm sure you're alive…" he whispers, powering through the lump in his throat.

"Oh my goodness," Kirby whispers, the colour draining from her face as she pulls Helms into a tight hug, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, I'm so sorry, mon mari."

He buries his face into her shoulder, "I can't lose you. She wasn't my wife, not even my girlfriend, but she was a special person to me, and I just… God, I just dumped her in the river…"

"You won't lose me, ever, I love you too much to let you lose me." Kirby reassures.

"I just can't imagine life without you…"

"You don't have to because it won't happen, I promise you it won't happen, you won't lose me."

"Please be careful. No more falling out of bed?" He chuckles weakly.

"I'll be as careful as possible, my love." She whispers, clearly on the verge of tears.

He kisses her softly, "she's in the past… but sometimes she invades my present."

"I know, I know… I love you so much, mon mari."

"I love you too. Beyond words."

Kirby pulls away slightly, hiding her face in her hands and trying to calm herself.

"We're both gonna have to be okay. We're both gonna see Lilith grow up." He whispers.

She nods, wiping tears away from her eyes and breathing deeply.

"You gonna be okay for us?" He smiles encouragingly.

"I'm okay, I will be fine, C'mere you." Kirby murmurs, pulling Helms into another tight hug.

He squeezes her tightly, "we'll be okay."

"I love you so much that I am so scared of making you more stressed right now."

[hoshinokagayakiyo]

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[theghoulboysblog]

Shaney boy is so adorable. Ryan needs to say it more often.

you are actually SO right!!! i really love the silly little nicknames that ryan gives him! :) “long legs” is a very close second, but there is just something about “shaney” that i find so soft and funny. it’s such a lovely nickname! :)

[huggybug]

HOMY FUCK AHHAHAHWHAHHWHA IM DYING SHANE WRIGHT DIDNT GO FIRST OVERALL

i’m dead as far as i’m concerned i won the draft

[pelicanfarmer]

cravings

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LIL BLUE NUGGET IS HIS NEW NAME Y’ALL