#she literally taught him how to cuddle her in a way she likes. where she’s the little spoon

[rrottentothecores]

listen big brother is great for someone like me with an obsessive personality bc you get to spend 24 hours being hyper parasocial with people who are at the same time very aware you’re watching and also frequently forget you’re watching, and also they cast suuuuuper hot singles and then dare them not to talk on live tv ajsjs

if i’d been more active on here and less on twitter last year i would have rambled about my favorite couple being sexy then too but twitter is a hellscape so you’re stuck with me writing horny think pieces because LISTEN

we know i love power dynamics and i love complicated dynamics and this weird “hot girl teaches nerd how to flirt” thing seems vanilla except she’s teaching him how to flirt in a way SHE likes and what SHE wants is for him to be blunt & sexual, but also she really likes that he is uncomfortable but interested at the same time, i literally get to watch a pretty ivy league cheerleader power bottom manipulate this pasty dude with a farmer’s tan into being her switchy nerd boyfriend those two are my IDEAL ROMANTIC PARTNERS and i get to watch them cuddle together and then spend half the night uncomfortably blinking and shifting bc they clearly want to fuck but they can HEAR the camera zooming in to see if they’re doing hand stufff under the blankets ajsjs

[ssareids-coffee]

hi ! i’m obsessed with the idea of best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head😭😭 like maybe they’re watching a movie and a sex scene comes on and her having no experience she’s like “i wonder how it feels…does it feel good?” like genuine curiosity and omg he would be so vocal, soft, and instructional i can’t do this-

sorry this took so long!! but i hope you like it🫶🏻

sat on the sofa in his trailer, passing a joint between the two of you as a horror movie plays in the background. eddie hands you the joint, letting the smoke fill the air between you both. you’ve been best friends with eddie for almost your whole lives, so being curled up on his sofa under a blanket while your wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties as he’s wearing his own plaid pyjama bottoms was nothing new.

‘what do you think of the move so far sweetheart?’ eddie asks casually, his arm wrapped around your waist as your head rests on his chest.

‘i really like it’ you say with a smile, finishing the joint and stubbing it out on the ashtray he keeps on the coffee table ‘i like the movie doesn’t take itself too seriously, makes it much more enjoyable’

eddie hums in agreement, his nose pressed to your head as you cuddle, taking in the scent of your shampoo. he knows it’s wrong to be harbouring these kind of feelings about his best friend, but there’s just something about you that makes him feel weak at the knees. he’s enjoying the moment of being close to you, when he starts to hear faint moans coming from the tv. he looks up, the main character of the movie having sex with her longtime boyfriend, he laughs.

‘literally the number one rule in a horror movie, if you fuck, you die’ he says with a laugh, looking down at you and watching your reaction to the scene unfolding. just as the main character climaxes, you turn to him.

‘does that feel, good?’ you ask, buzzed enough from the weed that your not entirely realising that your telling your best friend you have never had an orgasm. eddie feels his cheeks flush slightly and his cock stir involuntarily at the thoughts your question filled his mind with.

‘does what feel good? sex?’ he asks, slightly confused.

‘no, not sex, having an orgasm’ you say, looking back at the tv screen. eddies eyes widen at the realisation.

‘you’ve never had an orgasm?’ he asks, shocked ‘not even by yourself’

‘no, i mean i’ve tried but i can’t ever get myself to finish’ you say softly, feeling slightly embarrassed ‘does it feel good though?’ eddies mind is racing, partly because of the thoughts of you trying to touch yourself and not being able to cum.

‘uh- yeah it does feel good, like really good’ he says, clearing his throat so his voice does not make him sound as horny as he is.

‘have you ever made a girl cum before?’ you ask him, chewing on your bottom lip as you look up at him through long lashes.

‘yeah- a few times’

‘can you show me how you do it?’ you ask, the words falling out your mouth before you can stop them, his eyes widening and breathing becoming more laboured at your proposition ‘oh! not like that, like can you show me how you do it, like acting it out or something?’ you say shyly. eddie is sure he is dreaming, there is no way his beautiful best friend is asking him to explain him to show her how to cum, so she can then go home and touch herself using what he taught her. no- he shouldn’t be getting off on this, your his friend and friends ask each other for help, but he can’t deny that your innocence isn’t making him want to completely ruin you.

‘yeah, sure i can’ eddie replies, shifting on the sofa to turn so he’s facing you, holding one of his palms up ‘so, you know where your pussy is, but your clit is up higher, it’s that little bud right at the top, about here’ he says, using his other hand to point to the top of his outstretched palm.

‘the mistake a lot of people make is applying way too much pressure, or not going slowly enough’ he continues.

‘how do you find the right speed and pressure though?’ you ask curiously ‘i always find that i either can’t feel anything or i feel so much it hurts’

‘well the pussy and clit aren’t the only places a person can feel pleasure, working yourself up first can help with that kind of thing’ he says, clearing his throat as he tries not to picture you with your hand down your panties when your home alone.

‘working myself up how?’

‘uh- teasing yourself, playing with your nipples, teasing yourself over your panties’ eddie replies, looking at you with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils ‘taking things slowly with yourself until your really desperate, can feel how much you need it, it’ll help’

‘okay, that makes sense’

‘you’ll want to start on the outside, working on your clit, but when you get wet enough you can try putting a finger inside yourself. it’ll be tight, but you want to curl your finger till you find a spongy spot, and you want to hit that again and again, that’s your gspot’

‘can you make someone cum just using their gspot?’ you ask, your face mirroring his own desire.

‘yeah, you can, but most women need some kind of clitoral stimulation to cum too, so using both hands to work different areas would most likely help’ he says, noticing that your squeezing your thighs together, cheeks slightly flushed- were you, turned on by this?

‘i have such short fingers though’ you say, placing your palm against his to show the clear size difference ‘i don’t know if mine could reach that far inside’ you say with a small pout. eddie clears his throat, trying to think about anything other than how close you both were and the image of you fingering yourself that was now playing on repeat in his head.

‘right- uh, i guess that could be a problem’ he says, eyes locked onto yours, face subconsciously moving closer to yours.

‘eddie’ you say softly, fingers now intertwined with his ‘can you show me’ you ask, voice barley above a whisper.

‘are you asking what i think your asking?’ he says breathlessly, nose bumping against yours as you are drawn to each other.

‘yes, can you show me how to make myself cum’ you whisper, and that’s all the confirmation that eddie needed before his lips were on yours. years of pent up feelings are pouring out of him as he kisses you, he desperately tried to remember everything about how you feel against him incase this never happens again. he reluctantly pulls away, turning you round so your back is flush against his chest as he sits on the sofa.

‘can i take these off sweetheart?’ he asks, voice thick with desire as he tugs at your borrowed shirt.

‘please’ you whisper, he pulls the fabric off your body, leaving you in just a pair of panties. he feels like he could cum in his pants just from looking at you, the way your back is pressed to him, your tits on full display for him as he takes in your almost naked form.

‘we’re gonna start with working you up, okay angel?’ he says sweetly, lips finding their way to your neck as his hands run up and down your stomach, occasionally grabbing your hips and giving them a squeeze. the feel of his lips on your neck and his hands finally on you after all this time, you let out a breathy moan which makes eddies already hard cock impossibly harder. he slowly reaches up and starts gently touching your boobs, tracing your nipples with his thumb as his mouth finds its way to your earlobe, gently biting it. your back is arching, head falling back against his shoulder as his name falls from your lips like a prayer. your squirming now, bucking your hips up as he tugs on one of your nipples as you let out an almost pornographic moan.

‘eddie, please’ you moan desperately, breathing now laboured as he touches you everywhere but the place you need him most. he takes your panties off, slipping them down your legs as he lets out a groan at the sight of you now naked against him.

‘okay sweetheart, give me your hand’ he says, voice heavy with lust as you place the back of your hand against the palm of his ‘good girl, now your gonna touch yourself, and i’m gonna help guide you with my hand like this okay?’

‘please’ you whisper, your hand moving down your stomach and towards your aching pussy. your fingers catch on your clit, making you gasp at the sensation, his hand still firmly placed against yours, guiding each movement. he starts with small, soft circles on your clit, your already whining and moaning at the feeling- you didn’t know it could feel this good. he can hear just how wet you are, each circle of your clit with your finger making a soft squelching noise from just how turned on you were, making his cock strain even more against his pyjama pants- but this isn’t about him, it’s about you. he slowly starts to increase the pace of his hand against yours, speeding up the movements of your fingers against your clit.

‘eddie, feels so good, didn’t know it could feel so good’ you pant, head thrown back on his shoulder as your eyes squeeze shut, cheeks flushed from arousal.

‘i know baby, your doing so well’ he says softly, using his free hand to gently stroke your hair before moving his fingers down to your neglected nipples.

‘fuck- something feels, different’ you say through a moan, hips now grinding against your own (and also his) hand as your breath comes out in short gasps.

‘it’s okay sweetheart, you gonna cum? your doing so well, you can cum’ he says, coxing your orgasm out of you with each brush of your nipple and circle of your clit. the coil in your stomach burst, crying out as you grind your pussy desperately against your fingers, crying out his name as slick gushes from you. eddie can’t stop himself now, he’s all but humping your back, desperate for any kind of release now your cumming. you cum down from your orgasm, head fuzzy from the pleasure. he softly removes his hand from yours, moving it to your jaw to lift your chin upwards so your looking at him.

‘you did so good angel, so fucking good’ he says breathlessly, kissing you again.

‘eddie’ you mumble against his lips ‘can you show me how to touch a dick now?’

‘fuck’

[tomsvouge]

Bad Idea Right?

Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it can’t be a bad idea…. right?

Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.

My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers. 

As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, y’know the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.

“Well since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/n”- Melody 

“Why would I invite Joe? We're done. Over” I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.

“I'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.” She says laughing.

“I was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.” and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.

“I wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the best”- Kaylee says while  writing something down.

OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird. 

“Ok but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.” Melody says in a serious tone.

“Got it Not allowed through the doors.” I say looking at her. 

“I'll just let him in the backyard” I say in my head.

Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is “LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷” showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.

“What?” I say in a aggravated tone 

“Well hello to you too” Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

 “What are you doing?” he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.

Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.

“For?”- Joe

“My party”-y/n

“And i didnt get an invite?” joe says with that cocky smile on his face 

“Didn't think you needed one considering we were not really together”- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.

“Just because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friends”- joe 

“If this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.” i say laughing

“You know what i mean” - Joe

“Friends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.”- y/n

“Well friends also don't hide things from each other” Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.

“I didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.”- y/n

 My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.

“Nothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.”- Joe

“But since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?”- Joe 

“And why would I do that?” I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.

Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.

And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.

“Well I'll think about it.”- I say 

“Good, let me know when you decide.” - Joe

I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not. 

In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷- u still coming??

“Don't do it.”-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.

“Who said I was?”

“You didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.”

“Okay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.” 

“One night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.”

“No I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.”

“Well I won't if i will make you happy.”

“Good”

Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?

With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door. 

Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable. 

Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morning 

I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.

hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so 🩷

[headkiss]

I’d love a Peter Parker x reader story where she’s (or they!) are plus sized and it’s all well and good but she’s not used to a partner being able to throw her around, manhandle her, etc… and every time Peter moves her so casually like she weighs nothing to him she gets all flustered and she squeaks and Peter picks up on it and does it more and more and just thoroughly enjoys flustering his plush princess

hiiii i hope u like it!!!! sorry it’s a shorter one </3

No matter how long you’ve been together, or how many times you’re reminded of it, Peter's strength never fails to surprise you.

Maybe it’s because it juxtaposes how he acts around you most of the time. The cuddles and hugs whenever he can get them, kisses placed on your head whenever he passes by, the sticky sweet compliments he gives. He’s a lover, that’s for sure.

He’s also Spider-man, a literal superhero. Of course he’s strong, you’ve just never been with someone who’s able to pick you up with so much ease.

Whether it’s him pulling you closer in bed so that you’re half flopped over him, giving you piggy back rides when you’re drunk and stumbly, or tossing you around in bed, his way of doing it so casually always has you flustered.

Of course, he notices. He notices everything about you. The way you poke your tongue out when you’re focused, or the way you scratch at the skin around your fingernails when you’re nervous.

He loves that he’s able to have you all shy and warm just by picking you up. You react the same way each time: a small squeal of surprise, your arms gripping in him tight like he’ll drop you, and then a smile you try and hide overtaking your features.

And so, like the teasing menace he is, he picks you up more often just to have you react like that.

He’d asked you to dance with him like the romantic that he is, the morning light sleeping through windows as your lighting and the sounds of your coffee maker as the soundtrack.

Relationships like yours seemed like a myth, something purely fictional, until you met Peter. You grin as he sways you around the kitchen, bare feet against the cool tile. He spins you out, and back in, soaking up the giggle that leaves your mouth. Then, he dips you low.

It has that classic squeak leaving your mouth, your arms tightening around his neck. He pecks you, once, twice, and lifts you back up to stand.

“Where’d you learn to dance like this, Parker?”

“May taught me when I was younger. It’s paying off, huh?”

“Remind me to thank her later.”

He smiles wide, a glint of mischief in his eyes before he picks you up, his arms around your waist, and spins you around.

“Peter!”

He can’t hold in his laugh, far too happy to be able to pick you up, hopefully for the rest of his life.

[proship-angelbunny]

A assortment of random rose tinted headcanons!! <3

Both Alastor and Rosie are yanderes but Rosie is just better at hiding her creepy loving ways <3

Rosie and alastor co-parent Percy The family can be found together while out and about, often enjoying picnics within the gardens and parks of cannibal town. They’re even been seen hunting for fresh meat together.

Rosie has made matching outfits for all three of them, and Alastor will begrudgingly wear them

Percy does attend overlord meetings with his parents. He’s quite well behaved and keeps quiet, usually sitting in either alastor’s or Rosie’s lap. No one else knows about truth about alastor and Percy, anyone who starts questioning it ends up in one of Rosie’s recipes or alastor’s broadcasts.

Speaking of Rosie, she’s a very traditional mother, handling the domestic activities while running the emporium. She gets help through both alastor’s shadow(s) and her little one. She’s definitely the more empathetic parent, refusing to use corporal punishment on her son but she also doesn’t stop alastor from grabbing the belt if Percy is misbehaving…

The family primarily live in a manor within cannibal town, but Alastor does own a few other estates throughout the city(including a smaller house where he originally kept Percy), he got them through his deals with other overlords. The other trapped souls residents of cannibal town adore Percy, often acting like extended family would. (Yes even Susan tolerates him)

The other children in cannibal town do interact with Percy, but the other boys are explicitly kept away from alastor’s perfect little son who will never leave him . He’s too jealous to dare let another man (even a boy) get close to his lover the girls however, can often be found playing with Percy (they have little tea parties together, it’s honestly adorable…except for the blood)

I’m not exactly even sure if hell has an education system, but Percy is certainly not in it. alastor refuses to let anyone get between him as his little boy, not even a concerned teacher. Rosie’s the one to handle teaching Percy and it will stay like that

Percy’s bedroom(s) are all incredibly cutesy and pink, filled to the brim with dolls and stuffies! He’s spoiled rotten by both of his parents <3

At this point Percy cannot fall asleep without a radio playing in the background, or better yet being cuddled by alastor

Speaking of alastor: he frequently gets neck and back pain from bending himself into positions no soul should be able to (examples being he literally turning a full 360 degrees during his confrontation with husk in episode five) Adding onto that, Percy has been taught how to massage and sooth alastor’s muscles.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

please write nashlibby hcs 😭🙏🙏

libbynash head canons

omg yessss! i absolutely love them. they actually own my heart in every way possible. not proof read like all of my posts.

they love stroking each other's hair. nash will lay his head on her lap or chest whilst she plays with his hair, and libby will either sit between his legs or rest her head on his chest.

libby loves cups with little quotes on them. she drinks her coffee in them every morning. nash will buy her some with like "best girlfriend ever" written on them.

nash wakes up so much earlier than libby does. he'll just lie there and watch her bc he thinks she looks really peaceful.

libby taught (or is trying to) him how to bake his favorite cupcakes, but he prefers it when she makes him pastries (especially for his birthday)

when they have things to do that day and can't sleep in, nash will bring her a coffee and sometimes even breakfast to their room for her to eat while getting ready or in bed.

nash loves picking out libby's clothes in the morning. he'll go into their huge closet, and pick out his/her favorite pieces and place them on the bed. (libby loves to do this too but never wakes up early enough to do it for him)

they literally never take showers alone. they love just being close to each other and washing each others hair and stuff.

nash and libby love trying out new restaurants. they know all of the best places.

libby got a job at the bar he works out and they both bartend (i also think at some point, nash would get his own bar)

their wedding was very small, quiet, and untraditional. like libby wore a black dress, there was not father walking her down the aisle, no garter, only like 30 people max (i would even say less) etc..

nash got libby her own motorcycle bc she thought it was really cool. they go on rides together pretty much everyday.

they love stargazing. once a week, they'll head to this empty field close to the mansion and bring blankets and picnic foods. they'll lie in each other's arms cuddled up in warm blankets. libby knows all of the constellations and will point some out and explain to nash what they are (they may or may not sometimes have a little bit of fun iykyk)

nash gets her to read all of his romance books bc they both love it. (nash purposely gives her ones with smut, so that he can later recreate those scenes with her, and, after, libby will be like 'that was from (insert book name)' and he'll be like yeah)

they are suckers for forehead kisses. that is they're thing. they do it when they wake up, when saying goodbye, literally all of the time.

libby had a very hard time with emotional and physical intimacy (not talking about s*x, just like cuddling and stuff) when they first got together bc of fucking drake. nash was very understanding and took it very slow. he'd always congratulate her when she did smth that he knew made her nervous.

they so have matching cowboy hats and boots.

nash fake proposed during love story at the eras tour (bc they were already engaged) and libby almost fainted.

libby's outfit was lover era themed and nash's was debut themed (but libby had a debut cowboy hat and nash had some hearts drawn on his face representing the lover era and stuff)

they also swayed to lover.

i made a post about this but nash loves dirty talk and praising his gf...

they post about the other on their instas all the time (they don't tell the fans anything personal (like that they got engaged and stuff. they're very secretive). they just post cute little pics of each other with captions like "loml")

after the bachelor party in tbh, jamie sent libby the video of nash twerking. she took a screenshot of one part where his ass was in the air and framed it (she also made it her phone background pic)

nash loves carrying her bridal style

whilst nash calls her darlin' and sweetheart, she calls him idiot and my little bastard

nash helps her dye her hair all the time. they always make huge messes in the bathroom. hair dye ends up everywhere. (they also tried dying nash's hair blue once)

nash loves matching her current hair color by giving himself highlights of the same color. for example, if libby has pink hair, he'll give himself pink highlights.

libby will call him god sometimes bc in tig she went 'i think he might be god' after they first spoke. she now says it as some kind of inside joke with nash (nash doesn't get it though so the joke is very one-sided)

libby's chokers drive him absolutely crazy (@catapparently)

they have a special ring tone for each other

libby loves stealing his flannels and wearing them out or even to sleep

nash snores a lot. libby basically has to push him off of the bed to get him to stop

nash loves being the little spoon when they cuddle in bed.

[mediocre-daydreams]

can i please req peter parker x mutant!reader and reader is hypersensitive to sounds because of their ability to control vibrations and maybe? gets super jumpy every time an automatic humidifier pumps and all the avengers keep on catching r climbing peter because of it? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 LOVE YOUR WORK

hello sunshiiiine! i loved this request and it hit super close to home, so a lot of reader's experiences and symptoms are based on mine/my friends. (i missed the part about the controlling vibrations though, but i hope it still fits how you imagined it!) i'm so flattered you like my work 🥰 it means the world

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

peter parker x enhanced! reader (gender neutral)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use (jokingly), overstim/panic attack, scenes from the conjuring 1 (not really spoilers just horror movie stuff), crackfic elements as always because it's me

w/c: 2.6k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you winced, as did many of the other avengers. you watched as carolyn’s skin turned ghastly gray and her eyes become a sickly yellow as she became possessed by a demon. you threw a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth. 

since joining the avengers, movie nights had become one of your favorite group activities. because of your age and how new you were, it was hard to feel like a part of the team. peter was one of your only solaces. 

“don’t eat all of it!” he hissed, knocking his elbow into yours. you rolled your eyes and threw a piece at his face. it left a grease mark on his cheek. you leaned in to clean it with your mouth.

“you neanderthal,” he whispered, laughing under his breath. he dug his hands in the bowl and grabbed a greedy fist of popcorn. you turned your head to face the screen, shifting under the blanket you were sharing with peter so you could loop your foot around peter’s legs. you often found yourself seeking out peter’s touches; it was comforting to have a physical presence there when you found yourself overstimulated. the tower was always busy, but peter was your constant.

peter was no stranger to overstimulation himself (and no, not in that way; get your head out of the gutter). his heightened spider senses and his adhd had been an inconvenient combo at first, but with help from bruce and tony, he was able to get his senses under control. your senses were much strong than his, to the point where overstimulation could be debilitating. it was all foreign ground to bruce and tony, so as they continued to work on a solution, peter had made it his personal mission to help you adjust and walking you through methods that had helped him.

you were too hyperfixated on watching carolyn tear her own hair out to notice the sappy look on peter’s face as he revered how the artificial light from the tv illuminated half your face. his eyes traveled from your eyelashes and the thin coat of mascara that you’d taught him how to apply for you, to the slope of your nose and the little bump you insisted was unseemly but that he found adorable, to your lips, slightly parted as you were entranced by the horror unfolding on the screen.

wanda, who was comfortably cozied up to vision on peter’s other side, snorted in amusement accompanied by that small nose scrunch of hers. she tapped peter’s shoulder furiously and with more force than necessary to catch his attention. he turned to look at her cautiously as to not move too much and disturb you.

wanda waggled her eyebrows deviously and vision hid his own smug smile. (curse that literal power couple for their perceptiveness.) wanda mouthed something that peter could barely pick up in the dark room. frustratedly, wanda leaned in closer and whispered, “take their hand, you idiot.” vision nodded in agreement, tilting his head towards you and then shaking his head at peter, disappointed. peter couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw vision mouth the word “coward.”

wanda slapped peter’s wrist playfully before cuddling into vision’s chest once more, like nothing had just happened.

peter was pretty sure you could pick up on his heartrate increasing. when you turned to look at him with a concerned look, he took it back. peter was positive you could hear the way his heart was pounding. he only hoped you couldn’t feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well.

“peter?” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek sweetly. well, shit. there went his second wish. “oh, you’re all warm! is it the movie? do you not like horror movies?”

peter smiled in what looked more like a grimace. “no! i love horror movies, actually! yeah, they’re super great,” he lied, knowing how much you enjoyed them and hoping he could use that as an excuse to watch more movies with you. “i’m just- uh, a little warm. from the blanket.”

reluctantly, peter removed himself from under the blanket and pushed it to you. your face fell, or at least peter thought so, because a moment later, that sweet smile of yours returned. it didn’t do much to help his heart from spasming.

“o-okay! sorry if i made you uncomfortable,” you stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. any contact you’d been making with peter had been broken and peter found himself longing for your touch.

“no, it’s not you, it’s actually-”

“can you guys shut up?” rhodey complained from his pillow throne on the ground. “this is the best part.” 

the two of you settled, looking anywhere but each others’ eyes. you slumped into the couch cushions grumpily and faced the screen once more. honestly, peter couldn’t care about ‘the best part.’ he hadn’t really been watching anyways, content with simply basking in your presence. it was the only time he could really admire you without seeming creepy. not that he was creepy at other times or anything.

the screen flashed white and the team jumped, including you. there was screaming and chaos and amidst it all, you’d flinched so hard that you’d frozen into place, eyes wide and glossy, hands clutching your blanket with a vice-like grip that left you trembling. peter could immediately recognize what it was.

you were having an attack of sorts, brought on by the harsh cinematography and the chorus of yelps and screams from the other avengers. now the popcorn bowl in your hands weighed pounds, the blanket on your skin had grown prickles, and the air around you was sending jolts down your spine. you tensed, shoulders coming up to your ears as you rubbed the back of your neck to fight the invisible tickle that was taunting you.

peter whispered your name a couple times, gradually increasing in volume until you were able to fully respond. when he caught sight of you, his face fell at the despondance in your eyes and the sudden quivers of your body. he glanced down at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as he caught the time.

11:30PM, which is when the automatic air purifier turned on for the night. it was a bit loud, which was why it worked at night, but now you were awake and already stressed. he hesitated for a second, hands lingering in the air so could choose whether or not you wanted to be touched, and you leaned into his open arms immediately. he pulled you close and you buried your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking deep inhales of his detergent and the new york wind that he always smelled like from swinging around.

he rubbed your back, putting pressure on your tense muscles to ground you. you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and block out at least one sensory stimuli. peter frowned as he felt you continue to shudder sporadically in his arms. he glanced around the room. thankfully, nobody was paying attention to you two. he didn’t think you could handle people crowding you and trying to talk to you right now, even if it was well-intentioned.

“d’you wanna leave?” he muttered near your ear. he felt you shake your head. “no? that’s okay. we can stay here, if that’s what you need. do you want me to hold you or do you not want anything to be touching you?”

peter felt you melt into his touch, like putty. “jus’ want you,” you mumbled, and peter blushed a million shades darker. you said nothing except threaded your fingers through peter’s and squeezing them, hard. he realized that the pressure was grounding you.

“c’mon, get comfy. i’ll stay with you until the movie’s over, okay? just tell me if there’s anything else i can do to make you feel better,” peter mumbled into your hair as you pushed yourself tightly against peter’s body. he’d been having bad luck controlling his physical reactions to you but prayed more than anything that there’d be no action down there. not the time, peter.

“thank you,” you hummed into his neck. this time, it was he who shivered at the hot air you breathed against his bare skin. “you’re warm. please, just… i need you.” you went silent for a moment before peter felt your lips move against his skin again. “you’re everything to me, peter. i lo- thank you.”

peter’s eyes softened and he pursed his lips to stop himself from beaming. you two had always been touchy and affectionate, but never so emotionally vulnerable. all he wanted to do was pick you up and spin you and then kiss you with all the pining he’d been storing from the past few months, but you didn’t need that right now. you just needed him, peter. his presence. so instead, he brought his hands up to stroke your hair and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“i love you too.”

--

you awoke the sound of poorly suppressed giggling, blinking the harsh sunlight from your groggy eyes. nudging peter, who grumbled and only dug his head closer to your chest, you glanced around to find the culprit of the noise. it was sam and bucky, the former holding his phone in front of his face and very obviously videotaping the two of you, while the latter had pulled out a polaroid camera (bucky hadn’t yet figured out how to use a smartphone) and was just now clicking it to capture the two of you in a bright flash.

peter jolted awake at the sound of bucky’s camera. “what the f-”

“language!” steve shouted from the kitchen, always on his game even at seven in the morning. he appeared by the duo’s side with a protein shake in hand and a judgementally, but amused quirked eyebrow directed at the two of you.

“why are you guys even awake?” you groaned, pushing peter off of you. somehow, you’d ended up falling asleep on the couch with peter’s head and torso on top of yours, and your legs draped over his.

“went on a run,” bucky shrugged. “came back to this.”

peter rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “what even- when did we finish the movie?” his morning voice was raspy and endearing and you cursed yourself for the fluttering in your stomach

“we finished the movie, like,” sam checked his phone, “eight hours ago. you guys passed out right before ed and lorraine did their whole ‘we saved the family, hip hip hooray’ thing. there was too much snoring and popcorn grease going on for any of us to bother waking you up.”

“i do not snore,” you insisted, uselessly trying to fix your bedhead.

“i beg to differ,” natasha chimed in, hopping the kitchen counter nonchalantly to sit on a stool with a coffee in hand, not spilling a single drop. “i’m a light sleeper. i could hear you from my room.” you sighed in embarrassment and peter took your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your palm reassuringly. “i knew stark didn’t soundproof my room,” natasha cursed under her breath. “that conniving bitch.”

bucky shook his polaroid a couple times before frisbee-ing it at the two of you. peter snatched it from the air, turning the picture so you could see it too. you had to admit, it was a nice picture. 

“so are you guys, like, together now?” tony strolled in, his silk sleep mask pushed on top of his head like like a headband. how unfortunate it was that the avengers were early risers.

“dude, they’ve been together for like, weeks,” sam rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot sassily. “get with the program.”

“we’re not-”

“are you fucking with me, sam?” natasha looked genuinely shocked, on the verge of offended. “they’ve been dating for months now.” when sam didn’t say anything, natasha threw her hands in the air. “these are the mightiest protectors of earth? god, we’re all doomed.” 

“uh, actually-”

“wait, seriously?” tony squealed, clapping his hands together gleefully. “oh my god, this is so cute. i think they’re my new OTP. don’t let wanda and vision hear me say that. wait, what’s their ship name going to be? i ordered customized mugs for wanda and vision’s three week anniversary and it would be unfair for me to not-”

“we’re not together!” you exclaimed, a little louder than you’d intended to. all heads turned to you, even peter’s, as you looked at each avenger in bewilderment. “peter and i are friends. what are you guys smoking? did thor bring asgardian weed or something?” your face quickly fell. “oh shit, were they in the brownies? dude, i had like, three.”

“i don’t think they’re high,” peter whispered to you, gaze flickering to each avenger that now were very confused and slightly perturbed. natasha slowly spun around and returned to drinking her coffee silently. bucky and sam looked at each other.

“well, that’s awkward. FRIDAY, cancel order.” tony pulled the sleeping mask off his head and spun it around on his finger to avoid the thickness in the air. “right. i’m gonna go back to bed.”

peter placed his hand on your jaw to turn your head back to meet his eyes. he was frowning.

“do you- do you remember anything from last night?” he said sadly.

“i-” you wanted to protest. you wanted to lie and say no. but you could never lie to peter. not just because of how he’d helped you last night, but because he was peter. “yeah, i remember what happened.”

“do you remember, uh, what i said? before we fell asleep, i guess?” peter’s eyes dropped to his lap, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah. i do. you said you loved me… too. which means you already knew i loved you, huh?” you spoke shyly, looking up at peter through your eyelashes. “love. present tense. ‘cause i… love you. is that okay?”

peter placed his hand on top of yours, the one that was still on his shoulder. he coaxed it off his body and into the grasp of his palm. pulling it to his mouth, he brushed his lips to your knuckles before letting it hover between your chests. “yeah. it’s okay. it’s more than okay, actually. it’s really good. it’s great.”

“it’s super great. i’m glad. i love you,” you giggled, euphoric at the absurdity of the confession. “i had the worst night yesterday,” you breathed, finally able to look into his eyes with as much lovesickness as you wanted. “and you were there. you saved me. like a friendly neighborhood superhero. you’re just… you make me feel safe, peter. i feel comfortable.”

peter’s eyes crinkled as he watched your face break into a sleepy smile. “you make me want to be a better person,” he confessed. “i’m a better person when i’m with you. all i ever want to do is make you comfortable, okay? if you just tell me how… i’ll do it.”

you pouted and sent him a slow, sticky blink. “i love you. i’m so happy i get to say it now. i love you.”

“i love you too,” peter’s eyes were practically shut by how hard he was smiling. “i love you so, so-”

“okay, you guys need to shut up,” rhodey complained, pulling out one of his airpods. “i’m literally listening to indina menzel right now and i can still hear you over her high notes.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

The top photo is the Christmas gift I made for Mom. The bottom is why.

Time for the story of “Texas Tiger”.

When I was a baby Mom gave me her toys. She only had two, after a life that had taught her painfully not to get attached to objects. One was a doll with a plastic head and red body, but she had no name. The other was “Texas Tiger”.

“Texas Tiger” was special. I knew that. The very fact he had a name, peculiarly inappropriate for a lion, was sign enough. But there was something about the way Mom spoke of him that made it clear. There was a smile in her voice, love in her eyes.

I loved him too. He had a bit more fur and still a little paint on his eyes back them. I loved him to bits, very nearly literally. I was a child, and when you are a child love doesn’t mean a shelf but cuddling.

Why Mom loved him so I never questioned. I figured it was a cute gift from her brother, and that was all. And then I found Mom’s diaries and letters she wrote Pop before she was married.

When Mom turned 16 she was having a rough time in her life.

Her parents had divorced, a fact they didn’t even tell her directly. She was stuck living with her father and a brand new step mother, which would be awkward enough. Her father was always rather cool to her, distant, making her always wonder if he loved her or merely endured her. The step mother being very young, not all that much older than Mom, made it harder.

But it gets worse. Just during this time this diary covered he step mother had a medical problem and then had a baby and her father’s heart trouble led to him having a heart attack in the classroom while teaching. He father was a teacher that went from job to job, so they moved a lot and had no money. Naturally her father wanted a permanent job, and the place he was working said he could have one if he certain updated degree. So off he went to the next state to a university, taking the family, selling the car to pay, enrolling….and then getting a letter within weeks that they had given the job to someone else. Broke, no new job lined up, the moved to the farm land his family owned. Trouble was, drifters had destroyed the little house so the family was stuck living by a campfire for the summer…

Now most of this happened after “Texas Tiger” showed up, but I explain all these things to explain why the people in her life had a lot of things on their mind besides her 16th birthday.

Mom had been excited. Normally someone that even so young wrote matter of factly in neat handwriting staying within the lines, the page was visibly different. She’d written all in the margins, at angles, big letters, tons of exclamation points, several times : “I’m 16!!!!!!!” It was utterly adorable.

And then no one cared.

No gifts. No cards. No cake. No one even mentioning it to her.

Mom always shrugs things off, but I could feel how crushed she was radiating of the page. Unloved.

And then the next day she came home and there was a package for her.

Texas Tiger.

Her brother in the air force had sent her the gift, and he’d even named him. The letter was tucked in the diary, explaining it was a reference to where he was, and that he had wanted a stuffed tiger but a lion had to do.

I’m sure he didn't know the full meaning the gift had to her. It was proof she was loved.

I’ve been reading recently discovered letters Mom wrote Pop when they were in college, and today, on a sad Christmas day, I got to one with a surprising sentence.

“I still love you, even better than I love Texas Tiger.”

Mom, now in her twenties and just five months from marrying Pop, was using this toy tiger as the ultimate in love! it’s like a sign I made the right choice in gift for Mom!

I can’t tell you the magic moment I decided to make a lion for Mom, but it felt right even before I consciously realized the Texas Tiger connection.

Mom gave me her beloved lion to watch over me as a baby, and now I was sending a lion to watch over her. I was sending her love.

I wish she had felt up to talking today, so I could have said that to her.

[dangermousie]

The Princess' Man - ep 13 stuff

Seung Yoo breaks my heart so much in this arc. He looks and acts like he is already dead - just look at his eyes. He's devoid of hope or feeling or plan or really anything. He's been hollowed out utterly.

This did crack me up because you know he's thinking "doesn't hurt to try."

But yes, it's a man with nothing to live for - not even vengeance at this point because he can't think of how to get close to Sejo (side note - unlike the one eyed idiot in Sejak, he gets that approaching a royal is HARD. /turns off bitterness.) The most he thinks about is trying to find his sister in law and niece, only surviving members of his family.

This is so very bleak.

Also, he goes from royal tutor and top of the aristocratic heap to hired muscle at the brothel and the thing that gets me is he genuinely has no emotion about any of it - he's just one giant void full of anger and trauma and grief and yet still a void because a void cannot be filled.

Like the scene where a drunk customer gets annoyed a pretty gisaeng is eyeing SY so he tries to humiliate him and the horrifying thing is that the reason he doesn't flinch about wine being thrown at him or even a dagger isn't bravado, it's just he genuinely doesn't care.

The most emotion he shows is when he takes down the guy when he literally attacks and even that is not much.

Man sleeps cuddling his sword.

And then of course he learns (wrongly, as this was the cover story given to allow SR to save his sister in law and niece) that his last remaining family died. And at this point he really loses the last thread connecting him to the living.

I loved the scene with the rings, where he sees her leaving their rings and smashes them. The thing is, he's so traumatized and so mired in self-loathing and betrayal and not being able to believe his judgment that it makes sense he's ignoring all the signs that she loved him for real and mourns him for real because he simply is incapable of processing that. He believes his judgment is flawed but it's more than that - he is so shellshocked, he can only process things in black and white and everyone associated with Sejo as evil. But also, trust has been beaten out of him (literally, in a lot of ways) and so no words or pretty gestures can get through (ultimately what eventually does is her almost dying for him; nothing less insane could get through.)

(Pretty symbolic he didn't have time to smash both of them. He may have destroyed his feelings - he thinks - but hers are steady.)

I mean, his grand plan is kidnap her at wedding day, lure Sejo in and then he kills Sejo and dies. It's a bleak plan but also insane. It would work perhaps if Sejo cared more about his daughter but SY does not know that Sejo would never put his daughter first, favorite or not.

The reason I love this btw is because women in the drama keep being taught to be their man's shadow. And what SR wanted, what she mourns is equality - she wanted them to be each other's shadows. AAAA

The end of ep 13 is still one of my faves! Her about to be married to bastard that is Myun and SY sneaking in ready to kidnap her, and it's not a pretty, sweet kidnapping. Man is lost in his haze of rage and pain and self-loathing and needing people to blame.

That's gonna be a hell of a reunion with the lover you thought dead and I cannot wait! Ep 14 is my FAVE!!!!

[fluffypotatey]

Arthur being just....Very Bad at dating. Not like he's a bad bf, but like he's never had a healthy example to learn from, only stiff, formal courtship based on political expediency, so he just does not know How to Boyfriend, but damn it, he is gonna try. Like, he's down at the stream to fill up his waterskin and finds a neat rock and puts it in his pocket, and when he gets back to camp and Merlin is just like 😊 he immediately loses his nerve and just fucking wings the rock at Merlin like, "that's for you," and stomps off to hunt dinner. He literally only has two modes: Courtly Prince or Grumpy Corvid.

so i'm dumb of ass and was genuinely confused on what you meant as him being a corvid but

i have learned and now i understand lmao

also did you know there's a fandom wiki for birds???? there's a corvid fandom???? yes the same fandom wiki with the heart aflame you learn something new

BUT BACK TO WHAT YOU WERE SAYING ANON

if the social cues are not something this boy learned when he was younger, arthur has no clue how to socially interact in a specific area. friendships??? arthur was only taught how to make court allies and how knights socialize.

romance??? oh, you mean relationships of obligations, yes? no, sweetie. this boy only knows how to court people the way you court dignitaries. did you see him with gwen? his methods were the same because that's all he knew. how do i date this gem of a woman??? well, i gift her things, take her picnics, but i want her to know that my feelings are genuine!!! (gwen ofc knows and she is a sucker for being treated like a queen so lucky him)

but merlin??? merlin hates being pampered like a noble. (not saying he hates being pampered w/ cuddles & words of affirmations) he'd be so confused and believe arthur is planning a prank. but arthur is only trying to court merlin the way he knows. he realizes very quickly that this isn't working and merlin is not aware of arthur's intentions. so he moves for something else.

arthur was always better at showing his love through actions rather than words. so he fills up both his and merlin's waterskins during hunts. he offers his cloak to merlin when he notices his servant shivering. he gifts merlin his own horse. he schedules hunting days just for the two of them. but every time arthur gains the courage to take it a step further, to open his mouth and utter the words "i'm in love with you," merlin gives him that fond smile where his skin wrinkles near his eyes (which sparkle in the sunlight). so arthur clams up and says something else along the lines of "i hope you have enough food for that stew" or "no need to rush, it's not like we're hunting a bear" or "stop laughing it will scare the rabbits!"

and while arthur chastises himself for not saying what he wanted to really say, he makes sure to memorize those type of looks from merlin. memorize how his face glow in the firelight. memorize how his voice rang while merlin sang a folk song. he memorizes everything and keeps it locked up in his mind like a raven would keep a silver coin.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

FAN KIDS FAN KIDS FAN KIDS‼️‼️‼️

💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?

YIPPEEEE FREGGY IS IN MY ASK BOX!!!!

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I GOT WRITERS BLOCK FOR A HOT SECOND THERE TYSM FOR BEING PATIEN BESTIEEE 💜💜💜💜💜💜

💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

It varied! Karai’s first word was actually 'Tums' and 'Toms' due to Donnie continually referring to Tamsin by 'Tams' instead of 'ma' or 'mama' when he was around with Karai.

Jeremiah's first word was 'Pa!' And Donnie probably cried for an hour.

David first word was 'Leo!' After trying to get his uncles attention while babysitting. Tamsin promised Leo wouldn't tell Donnie... But David couldn't stop saying it afterwards and Don found out eventually-

Zuccone was a pretty verbal little guy, always babbling or cooing, but his first full word was actually when he was crying, because Tamsin was about to go on a mission with Don for the first time in 13 months... Only to have Zuccone start pleading 'Momma' while holding his arms out... Then Donnie couldn't get her to leave the base ever again. /j

Niccolo stayed nonverbal for a while, but he figured out words and their meanings whilst staying pretty silent and keeping to himself. The first time he ever talked fully was when he saw his uncle Mikey crying and kept telling him, "Don't cry! Don't cry!" And that shock from Mikey was enough to stop the tears, so I guess Niccolos' words worked... Probably not in the way he thought, tho LOL.

Magdeline's first word was during Donnie spending time with her, he found she really liked a game of mimicking. He'd make a noise and she'd try to copy it as best as she could. It was darling and he managed to get a 'Da' out of her. Tamsin remembers listening through the door:

"Daaaaaa?"

"Daaa!!"

Galileo's first word was one that definetly got the boys grounded for WEEKS after they taught Gal how to say 'ass.'

Dont worry, he learned Papa... Eventually.

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

Karai, now that she's older tends to stick with herself or go off on her own, but in situations she feels or knows she can't handle, she clings or sticks close to Donnie.

Jeremiah follows Donnie around EVERYWHERE. There isn't a second when Donnie walks by and the sound of pattering little feet isn't far behind.

David is a Mama's boy to a T. This kid is always around where his mom is, or completely latched onto her leg, back, or arm.

The twins are the same as David, except they are way more clingy more often. While David's cuddling or clinging is rare, the twins are always bundled up close to mom. The second Tamsin sits down, it doesn't take long till the twins are on her lap.

Maggie is still a baby during the times both Tamsin and Donnie are both in her life, so it's obvious Mama is the one she goes to first. She's always in a carrier on Tamsins back or cuddled in her arm.

Galileo follows after his dad both figuratively and literally, he's been like that since he was a baby, and poor little guy would become a wreck when Dee had to leave for town or on missions and he was left with his sibs. 🥺

🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?

Karai is an aspiring inventor like Donnie. She loves the late night sneak outs to the lab where they both just listen to some tunes and fix up or repair tech. As much as she's got the brain, she probably leans toward fixing things more than she does inventing! (Shocker) She's always enjoyed being able to help people out with her talents.

Jeremiah likes traveling like his mom! Donnie has a silly theory it's due to Tamsin being more active and busy whilst pregnant with him (a more human baby was less tiring and risky on her physical body) and even leaving the base on some safe travels to other bases. Even when he was born, when she was strong enough to walk around without much assistance he was always swaddled on her back wandering around the base.

David (once older) has a passion for weaponry and training. I suppose it's a little mix of both parents cause he has the passion and firey sprit for his mom, but he also enjoys studying and using strategy in his combat like his dad.

Zuccone has a sense of ✨️fashion✨️ like his father. This kids taste in clothing and style makes his old man proud. He enjoys making or fixing up clothes for others or with his mom, she taught him his handiwork with a needle.

Niccolos hobbies are quite far from any of his parents. He loves magic and Ninpo, his dad intrigues him, but he really loves learning and researching it with his uncle Mikey. He likes mixing science and magic, both having great use especially during an apocalypse.

Now, while Karai leans toward more reparing things with her smarts, Maggie likes inventing and creating! Wether it be through tech, or even through some of her moms talents like weapons or arts. She spends many nights while making things for Big Mama remembering the days running around fetching wrenches or screws for Donnie, or bringing over cleaning kits or sewing kits for her mom.

Galileo, as much as he's told and put into inventing or tech studies, is growing to be a pretty skilled and talented Ninpo user. It wasalmost shocking how quick and young he was when he unlocked the power, and it's obvious he's going to be pretty talented ninpo Ninja!

[slaasherslut]

Items Ava has saved in a shoe box that Lester has given her and other items that remind her of him

Avana Walker x Lester Sinclair

Lester is the literal embodiment of a raccoon. Hes always scampering around and shoving things he finds cool in his pockets. Some he keeps for himself for his truck or to scatter them around his home. Other times though he picks them up with the intention on giving it to Ava. Hes always on the lookout for things that remind him of her or things he thinks she would like. Ava started collecting all of his little gifts in a shoe box she keeps under their bed on her side. Some of these things include:

Various small skulls.

Lester is always coming home with little skulls for her to clean up. He always tells her exactly where he found them and what animal it was. The first time he brought Ava to his cabin she gushed about the giant deer skull hanging on a wall. He showed her some more of his smaller ones. Like a few cats, birds, mice, even a fox or two. The way her eyes lit up at the macabre collection made him feel all fuzzy inside. He wanted her to get that look again and again, so he kept bringing her skulls he finds on the forest floor and in ditches.

Rocks.

This man always has at least one rock is his pocket at all times, you cant change my mind about that. He always collects them for both Ava and Ellie. Some nights when Les has to work late and Ava goes to bed before he gets home, she'll wake up to him sleeping peacefully next to her and a new rock on her night stand. He will hand them to her and say things like, "Baby, I found this real pretty rock! Reminds me of yer eyes, doncha think?"

The first bullet she ever fired.

Not long after deciding to stay in Ambrose, Ava found Lester's rifle in the back of the closet. She figured it was mostly used for hunting but at this point Lester had yet to tell her that he used it more often on people than animals. She asked Les a few times to teach her how to shoot but he was very hesitant. Partly at the fact that his overwhelming need to protect her wanted to keep her away from such a deadly weapon. The other part was that he would be handing her one of his murder weapons. When he finally caved he took her out behind his cabin and had her aim for a tree Ellie had previously hung a bird feeder on. Lester stood behind her, hands ghosting her body as he taught her the proper posture and hand placements. He made sure she was paying attention and was very serious when he explained how the rifle worked. Her first shot landed in the trunk of the tree. Lester whistled. "Yeah baby! Look atcha! Right on target!" He made a mental note of where the bullet hit and Ava fired off a few more rounds. Before they packed up and went inside, he used his hunting knife to dig the ruined bullet out from the bark and shoved it in the breast pocket of his shirt before heading back inside.

Photographs

Some were taken with Bo's DSLR and some were taken with Ava's Polaroid camera. A few of Ava's favourites include: - The photo Ava took with Percy and Ellie on their lake trip with the boys. The photo is of soaking wet Ava mid shoving the other two girls behind her into the lake. - Her favourite photos of her and Lester are at a bonfire that the group got together to do. Vincent had taken them, there was three. In the first photo, Lester is leaning his back against a stump they used as a makeshift seat and Ava is all cuddled up with a blanket in between his legs. Shes laughing at one of Bo's old stories and hes just looking down at her with a love struck smile. The second photo is much of the same but shes looking up at him. The third has the two of them sharing a sweet kiss. - A photo Bo took of Ava and Percy cuddling together in Bo's guest room. Lester was working late that night and Ava's anxiety got the best of her. The house just kept making strange sounds and it was so dark outside. On top of that the house felt so lonely without Les being around. She walked over the the Sinclair home and Percy pulled her inside, leading her up to their guest room that used to be Lester's old bedroom and snuggled with her until they both fell asleep. - Another one is of Lester and Ellie. The two best friends were in the pond behind the cabin looking for frogs. Ava was making them lunch as they goofed off and laughed together. Once she finished up making lunch she looked out the window to see if she could spot them and she could. Ellie and Les were both crouched next to each other at the ponds edge. Ava grabbed her camera and snuck outside to let them know that food was ready, but not before snapping a photo of the two.

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My Fix-it for Ts4

I've collected my thoughts and ideas that could have made Toy Story 4 a decent (yet then again an unnecessary sequel) in my take since sometimes this movie gives me headaches and wishful thinking that my true characters were there.

If some of you liked how this movie went, I respect your opinion. I, in my case, didn’t so this is for those who didn’t like it or just indifferent by it.

First of all, the starting point is Bonnie. If they followed up her love about Woody, then it would have easily respected everyone’s characters as they should be and the plot would have been better.

At this point everyone has commented how it went off character with her too so I won’t elaborate it here.

So, if Bonnie cared so much about Woody in ts4, it might have been a parallel to Andy missing him and Buzz when he was like 7(?)

Bonnie would be stressed and sad that she doesn’t know where Woody or Forky is. As shown in the montage she seemed happy playing Woody with Forky, being this new duo sort of pals.

And probably TS first all over again. But the thing is! That Woody's learned SO MUCH from the first movie and all that jazz.

He would have totally taught Forky About how being a toy is. Not in the funsies way in which the first TS did, they were obviously fun humor when it needed to. But with the falling point of Buzz' arc, it was a big deal and Woody helped him about his purpose.

Including Buzz and Jessie being now more experienced in this thing. Probably they could have become a stronger couple in assessing the toys and would have been cute af.

Forky wouldn’t be throwing himself away every damn time, in my take he would be confused in everything. He doesn't know why he's here. He doesn't even know why he has the form of a spork.

In my rewriting, he's literally a first-born, like Pinocchio.

Now ppl might be wondering, what would actually happen if Forky would have thrown himself away from the window? And the sidewalk thing happens?

Well. I have an idea. Instead of Bonnie cuddling Forky in her sleep. It’s Woody. Her parents would have told her that sleeping with her fork would be dangerous as it can hurt her when she doesn't know it.

Or it can be Jessie! since Bonnie is showing her sweet love to the cowgirl as well without making Woody being “neglected” She gets more appreciated in a good way, without shadowing Woody.

But I believe Woody has to be the focal point of this otherwise we wouldn’t get the talk on the sidewalk lmao.

If it’s the former, Woody has to make a quick decision whether stay in place with Bonnie or just going to bring Forky back.

Since we know our favorite doll and his great loyalty, he just tells Buzz they’ll be back soon, not knowing that he might see Bo again, delaying his mission and all that.

Probably Forky would still don't know about the dangers and he gets curious of going to the window. Again, his conscience is not developing yet. Bc he genuinely doesn't know anything yet.

Maybe and probably, once he gets sucked in, for the first time he's got a sense of fear and danger. Probably adding more personality than before.

For the first time ever, he developed the feeling of fear.

So, probably Woody would have told him in his experience, how when he was with Buzz, he saw the mutilated toys from Sid. And how they weren't able to speak or talk. Bc the actual body proportions were out of place, must have caused abnormalities in them.

That could make Forky more aware of his physical proportions. He also listens to his adventures of how Woody got his arm accidentally pulled off and how it even harmed him by the prospector when he threatened him.

Forky gets very fascinated by his storytellings and learn that strangers having to take things from you by force is morally wrong because of what Woody told him.

Heck, he even would have told him about Lotso! And how they were in the trash. Making Forky very scared, and just terrified of being there being useless.

So that situation happens when he sees that Gabby wants his voice box but remembers Woody's saying.

Might have changed the plot for the better.

So yeah, here are my thoughts so far! Would have loved to see my favorite trio work together in saving the spork and more suspense in facing the villain. Woody and Bo would have better off stayed being friends instead of a couple in the end because sometimes things don’t work anymore and could have been a good message for the audiences about relationships.

What do you guys think?

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

The boys with your kids! (Steve, Billy, and Eddie one shots!).

Steve Harrington:

Younger kids.

You guys have a ton of kids.

Steve always dreamed of having a bunch of kids, you guys ended up with 5 and one on the way.

One girl and the rest are boys.

He's so very protective of his little girl, and he teaches the boys to stand up for her.

"So when those kids at school try to hit on your sister when you're older, you hit them in the face." He says, holding up a fist.

"Steve, don't teach them that!" You'd yell in a laugh from the other room.

Your boys love you so much. Whenever you and Steve hug they get jealous and start hitting him with little fists yelling "no touch!"

And your girl loves you just as much, but she's definetly a daddy's girl. She's younger then all the boys, and Steve is so very protective of her.

He trusts his boys enough to be reckless, but his little girl? Not a chance, he would never let her get hurt.

When they grow up.

Your oldest boy who is 23 has a girlfriend, and they live together in an apartment.

Your girl who is 16 isn't allowed to date, "boys suck" her daddy would say.

The boys still love their mama, and that's what taught them to be so respectful to women. They are such gentlemen.

And they still protect their little sister. Even the youngest boy!

Steve taught them how to play ball, and now 3 of them are on the highschool basketball team.

Your girl goes to their games and sits inbetween you guys, screaming whenever one of your boys gets a basket.

Billy Hargrove:

Younger kids.

You have two, one boy and one girl.

He is the best father. He tries his best, especially since he grew up with an abusive father, he never wants to be like him.

You remind him every day how good of a daddy he is.

"You know, being good with kids is very attractive." You'd smile and rub his chest as he holds your baby girl on his hip.

Max is a pro babysitter. "Come on kids, goin' to Aunt Maxine's." Billy would smile and pack their bags as they get all excited.

He taught his son at a young age how to surf, and he's so proud of his skills.

He sees a lot of his mother in his son.

Like seriously, your son is a carbon copy of Billy's mother. And he was ecstatic to see how much he acted and looked like her.

Blonde, curly headed boy with blue eyes. And your girl is a dirty blonde, with long thin hair that she often wears in pig tails.

And Billy is the one to do her hair before school and get them there, and pick them up later in the afternoon.

When they grow up.

"Dad!? Where the hell is my straightener?" Your daughter would yell down the stairs to him, as if he knows.

And some how, he usually does know. "It's in the bathroom connected to my room. Your mother took it."

Your boy goes to college, and comes to visit on holidays and breaks.

You're convinced that he isn't your child, because he looks exactly like Billy when he was a teenager, just more like his mother. And he acts like Billy did too..

Your kids are best friends, like literally besties. She gets so excited to see her brother when he comes home from college.

Eddie Munson:

Younger kids.

You actually only have one, and it's a little girl.

And she is his pride and joy.

His favorite thing to do when he gets home from work is cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with his favorite girls.

He has a picture of her in his wallet.

He taught her how to play DnD, and at first she didn't really get it at all.

"This makes no sense, daddy." She would say before he responds with, "sure it does, you just need more practice, honey.".

She isn't popular, but known. None-the-less Eddie doesn't care, he just wants his baby safe.

He takes her on car rides whenever she starts crying and immediately she's calm, listening to the mix tapes of her father playing guitar.

Before she goes to bed, he's there playing soft tunes for her and effortlessly she's knocked.

When she was first born, he hadn't really known how to take care of a baby.

So he would read these books. His favorite was called "Parenthood: How to Survive It".

You'd scoff whenever you see him reading it and say "wooooo the scary baby is after you!" to mock the title.

He'd come back with a "that's not what they meant by that, honey." and you'd giggle at how serious he is about this.

When they grow up.

When she turns 18 you take a long look at her to just see what aspects of eachother she got from you.

She had Eddie's hair maybe a little darker even, your eyes, your lips, your nose, your body, and Eddie's style..

She knows how to play DnD now. In fact, the school had made a club for it and she joined! It wasn't like the sketchy meetups The Hellfire Club was like.

And she plays it with her dad and some of his old friends that used to play it with him.

You guys still have movie nights where you cuddle up on the couch, she loves when you braid her and Eddie's hair so they can match.

And she sends her friends pictures of them and they're all jealous that her parents would do that..

[monpalace]

[Name] would be so heartbroken that they switched up on her 😭 but it’s fine she has Wind and Wild + they’ll come back to her once they realize Twi can’t cook all that well. But yes Meliora/Serena is definitely a mommy’s girl and Caspian/Florian is a daddy’s boy however he is also a huge mama’s boy whereas Meliora/Serena looks at Twi as her mothers weird boyfriend at best.

Epona is so sick of their shit she just wants apples. But imagine [name] has to go to the tavern because someone needed their husband back + the tavern owner hasn’t seen her in a while and wants to make sure she’s okay so she leaves the kids with him, id like to think that there’s a cuddle pile when she comes back but Meliora/Serena is still awake because she can’t sleep with how they snore -🧚🏽‍♀️

STOPPPP 😭😭 BECAUSE WHY DID THAT LITERALLY REMIND ME OF THIS ONE TIKTOK WHERE THE GIRL TALKS ABOUT HOW ONE OF HER MOM'S BOYFRIENDS OFFERED TO LET HER RUN HIM OVER WHEN SHE WAS LATE TO WORK??

twi would def offer to let them do smth like that when the kids do smth that would get them in trouble with [name] (which is rare) and they're on each others good graces! florian/caspian would probably take him up on the offer while meliora/serena is just like "oh,,,,,,,,, this is what mom meant when she said you liked to do stupid shit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no thank you, i'll take my grounding like an adult,,,,," and thats the entire reason twi never grows out of the weird boyfriend phase even after they get married

[name]: so what'd y'all do while i was gone?

twi, covered in soot and ashes with an equally dirty florian/caspian in front of him: well, toots, i taught the kids their way aroun' a fire during a night out and we had a lil' to much fun with the starter

meliora/serena, a healthy distance away from them with a few minor burns that twi patched up: we almost burned down the house cooking.

[name], very much already aware of who was telling the truth: one of you are lying and i don't think you're gonna like the outcome when i find out who.

(twi and florian/caspian get grounded instead while meliora/serena walks around scott free once [name] lets a few days go by for dramatic effect 🗿)

meliora/serena feels like the type of person to pinch their noses together when they snore to loud, and i feel like she picked that up from [name] (who does it affectionately to twi often)

once they realize twi is shit at cooking, who would offer to help around the kitchen more though? maybe florian/caspian so he can cook him smth simple for father's day since meliora/serena is more the type of draw him smth, buy a cheap gift, and call it a day? or meliora/serena since she's around [name] more often and she can take over cooking for mother's day?

no bc imagine they (meliora/serena) begging [name] to take them (her) with her the next time she has to leave for more than a couple days because they'll (she'll) die if they (she) have to eat anything else cooks (he set the water on fire while trying to boil it)

[beansnpeets]

All this dog button talk and I am really shocked at HOW bad the book actually is from the snippets Grace is sharing with us.

My one friend has a boxer (mixed with a lil shepherd) and she speaks very highly of Hunger and this book and the concepts. We've discussed it briefly a couple times, but I tend to avoid talking about it with her. Although last week I did send her the one tumblr post where there was some good discussion on buttons and some interesting concepts on proper use just so I could reassure her I wasn't trying to be a jerk about it and show some interest in this thing she likes.

She's tried to teach her dog consent by asking for him to touch her hand with his nose for a yes, but the way she executes it seems weird to me. You can tell the dog doesn't quite seem to totally get it. And she can already understand what he wants anyway. She asks him if he wants to go outside when she already can tell that's what he wants by his body language and behaviour and if he doesn't give her a boop she asks again until he does. This, to me, is him already clearly communicating with her what he wants and she is literally understanding it, yet complicating it further by asking him to communicate in a way that isn't natural for him. Asking for an extra step when it isn't necessary.

I know her intentions are good and she's just looking for a clear and obvious communication that is easier for humans to understand, but she already understands her dog. Why make it harder for him when she doesn't need to?

Oscar is easy to read. If he wants out he will cuddle up to us and whine pathetically, but mostly the dogs are on a schedule and don't often have to actually ask to go out, though Sprocket does so more often than Oscar.

The only thing I've asked my dogs to do is I've taught Sprocket to bark when she wants out, which she still doesn't always do. Often times she would rather stare at me and pace or sit and whine at me. I will admit I do wait for her to bark at me before I take her out or I prompt her to bark, but it's because I'm worried once we move into a bigger house I won't always catch her more subtle hints and potty training with her has been a bit of a ride. I tried with a bell, but she was incredibly resistant to that whole experience. I did a shit job trying to train it, though, too.

Either way, what everyone is saying is so so right. Dogs already very clearly communicate with us every day. When you've had a dog for a while and if you pay attention to them you learn their communications.

It bothers me that Hunger compares dogs to children so much in her book. Dogs are not children and children are not dogs. They do not communicate the same way. Also from the bit from chapter 1 that was shared she honestly doesn't sound like a very good speach therapist anyway. It took her 6 weeks to make any progress with a kid??

And yes, the book is written like a story. There is no scientific anything here. She isn't documenting every second and every instance of a button press. She isn't sharing with us all the important bits. She is only giving us what works for her narrative. And honestly probably making some stuff up or at least exaggerating it.

This whole thing sounds like some rando that doesn't know anything about dog behaviour got a hold of an idea and started improperly using the shit out of it and it went viral because people thought they could teach their dogs to speak english. It's BS. Get some real science behind it. Get some real studies going with actual animal behaviourists and dog experts. Crush this whole thing before it does even more damage.