#sorry idk what to tag i need to go

[coridallasmultipass]

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[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[so-very-small]

the tiny, inside the walls, hyping themself up: It’s totally fine. Everything I’ve seen from this human shows that they’re kind, level headed, and normal. There’s utterly nothing wrong with this human, and I can totally befriend them! I shouldn’t be scared at all!

the tiny: *peeks out hole in the bathroom wall, looking up at the giant before them*

the giant, in front of the bathroom sink, obliviously doing their nightly routine: *removes their dentures*

the tiny, has no concept of what dentures are, who just saw this behemoth remove all the bones and flesh from its own mouth in one swift pull, without a flinch of pain: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

[eyes-of-nine]

he lived, he served cunt, he got put in a psych ward and probably some other shit but I've been too busy looking at all the domestic fluff to figure out the lore

[micamicster]

Folks, now that you have heard my story (Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze) If anyone should ask you Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues

St. James Infirmary Blues, performed by Louis Armstrong, Cab Calloway, and various others

[mannekinni]

my friends have been explaining homestuck to me (long story short I’m needy) and it’s been giving me homestuck dreams. Usually it’s abt vriska but last night I had a wild dream I don’t remember about the striders and it was. Some kind of comic? The only thing that got through was sometimes the striders would look like this

Like. Just lumps. There’s nothing below the cut. This is what they were.

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[mattodore]

perks of having a strong boyfriend

[neo-wolfe]

Emergency Commissions!!

Sorry to come out of the woodwork after a while here with this but uh,,, my Apple Pencil randomly gave up the ghost and right durning finals too so the timing literally cannot be worse so. Emergency commissions are open! Please dm me with any questions or if you’re interested!

Please note these will be done next week after I’m able to get a new pencil and said finals. Thank y’all a million times for any help and sharing ✨✨

[leclerced]

max is my ride or die i got into f1 a carlos girlie but i’m a max girlie for now and forever. he’s just so!!! i saw a picture of him out in public a couple weeks ago (never in my life have i seen an advertisement for f1 or like, brand sponsorships with drivers in my country) and i giggled so much i had to be dragged away im so unnormal about him (kinda weird now that i think about it but oh well im just a girl).

you know how there’s the whole scenarios of “fucking the english out of someone”. that but max fucking the dutch into his girl where he’ll only let her come if she’s spoken to him in dutch yeah i need him so bad

- 🌙

no its ok i buy redbull bc of him so i can get the cans w him on it 🤭 im only a girl. its good for the economy.

crying that’s a max thing to do and he would tauntingly say whatever he wanted her to repeat back to him until she did, every time she begs, he repeats the same dutch phrase back to her or says he can’t understand her until she finally says it and she can’t stop saying it

[rbtlvr]

if you look in the dictionary under the definition of '(derogatory (affectionate))' you see a picture of him btw

(Totally Not Leo jester guy belongs to @liketheletter-l)

[starzwithapen]

Dawn Dory is that one lesbian homo-erotic relationship you have with your best friend that ends terribly because you got too attached and she has commitment issues and "doesn't like you that way" despite treating you like a girlfriend the past 3 years and she dips out on you except they're both like . Grown ass women

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Slow, Slow Steel

Content: 14k words, re4r Leon, knife play, Dom!Leon, Leon X Reader, no Y/N, pain play, sadism, size kink, glove kink (barely), praise, angst, comfort

You and Leon experiment with knife play for the first time...

The sliver of steel glinted in the moonlight, it's point hovering above your hips. Anticipation pooled in your stomach. You squeezed your thighs together to prevent it from turning into impatience, or else you might tilt your hips up towards it like you would Leon's touch. It hovered there, not making contact but so achingly close. Was he hesitating? Building up tension?

It was late into the night. The shadows in your bedroom were heavy and your figures were barely illuminated by the street lamps outside. The city, for once, was quiet. Holding it's breath with you. The only sounds were fat raindrops hitting the window and your own, shuddering breathing.

Was he going to make you beg for it? You tried to meet his gaze but his eyes were fixated on your body. Then, gentle as a whisper, the tip of the knife brushed against your skin.

It was cold. Goosebumps exploded across your body as you drew a breath. The edge of the knife just barely, barely tracing the v-line of your hip. It grazed so slowly up your belly, making its way towards your ribcage, before it was gone again. You let your breath out slowly, smiling as the adrenaline made your body warm and sensitive.

Leon watched your reaction like a hawk. His own muscles were coiled tight, his biceps flexing with self control. He was trained too well to shake when he was nervous. Hundreds of hours of training and hundreds more of experience ensured he moved with precision and purpose - especially when his blood started racing. When a single mistake could...

"You like that?" He needed to hear you say it. "You want more?"

You nodded, so desperately wanting to feel the blade against your body again. You wanted it a little rougher, a little harder. He could clearly see how turned on you were. The way your thighs squeezed together to stop your hips from rocking, the way your breath shuddered, the way your body quivered at the low timbre of his voice.

"Use your words," he cooed.

"Please?"

Not good enough. His free hand was at the back of your head, buried in your hair. His forearm flexed again with the motion of pulling your hair back, tilting your jaw towards him as his massive frame towered over you. He kept the knife far from both of you, but it's tantalizing glint in the dim light kept your attention. He noticed how wide your pupils got. He heard the soft mewl that escaped you. He felt the way your hips rocked - did you even know what you did to him when you got like this?

"Say it properly," he growled. His eyes were dark and hard, demanding and desperate. He needed to hear you say it. "Tell me you like it or we stop right here."

"No! I like it! Fuck, Leon, I love how it feels. Please don't stop," you begged. He'd barely touched you at all and here you were begging for it already. It was humiliating. The wetness grew between your legs.

"Good girl," he says. His praise makes you blush, makes you all the more eager to please him.

He doesn't move from his position leaning over you. He brings the knife back to your skin, growing hard at the way your breath quickens before he even touches you.

The flat side of the blade presses against your belly. He drags it upwards, now with enough force to really feel it. If the blade were flipped around, a thin line of red would follow it. It traveled across the softest part of your abdomen, up towards your rib cage. Your abs flexed as you desperately tried to keep still for him. It explored the hills of your rib cage, biting at the soft skin there, before making the climb up your breasts.

Leon's breath was heavy now. He pressed his hips against your thigh and you could feel how hard he was. Fuck, he was enjoying this just as much, wasn't he?

The knife circled your breast. From the bottom, around the top near your collar bone, and then inwards. The tip of the knife grazed against your nipple and you almost cry out. Then it's gone again.

You whimper. Your hands are on his bicep, feeling the solid muscle there that drove you crazy, trying to bring the feeling back. His free hand gently strokes your hair, then your face. He was wearing those fingerless black gloves he wore for work. The worn leather caressing your cheek, his soft fingertips tracing your features. Your cheeks were red and flushed, your lips parted.

He was always transfixed by your mouth. His thumb traced your cheek bone, your jaw, your chin, then brushed your bottom lip. Again, this time with more force, gently opening your mouth for him. Fuck, you looked so hot like that.

Your tongue flicked out against his thumb, inviting him in. His eyes widened. You drew his thumb into you mouth, licking, sucking, biting. You found it almost funny how quickly you could turn the tables on him.

His hand was grasping your jaw then. Hard. Hard enough to leave bruises and he was barely using any force. There was dark humour in his eyes, and you felt the meaning behind them. You really thought you had any control here? His voice came out barely above a whisper.

"Did you forget I'm the one with the fucking knife?"

Cold, hard metal pressed against your ribcage. You gasped, but his frame pinned you in place. It was still only the dull side but it hurt when he sliced it across your body.

You moan. Tears pricking your eyes. Your body was so hot it felt like it was on fire. You wanted him to hurt you more. You wanted him to press that knife against your throat and fuck you. The wetness between your legs was unbearable, you needed more. Your hands grasped at his arms, his chest, too needy to notice how he stiffened.

He could kill you.

The thought crossed his mind the first time you brought this up, and again the second that knife first kissed your skin, but seeing the tears collect in your eyes, it was all he could think.

The bruises were already growing on your jaw and he didn't even realize he'd done it. He looked over your body, naked and vulnerable for him, and all he could see was years of training beating into him where the vital organs were. Which major arteries would cause you to bleed out. Even with the flat side of the blade, his brain was finding all the ways he could hurt you. Really hurt you. Without even breaking a sweat. Without even meaning to.

What scared him most was the part of him that wanted to.

"Baby?" Your hands on his cheeks drew him back to you. Your gentle touch, your beautiful eyes, the concern for him that clearly showed on your flushed features.

A gloved hand wove through your hair as he pulled you close and pressed your foreheads together. His breath was harsh and ragged, his cock still straining hard against you, a thin streak of wet against your thigh. You squeezed your legs together to calm yourself, then shifted so you were facing him with his body between your legs.

"I know you would never hurt me," you tell him, running your hands over his shoulders comfortingly, shamefully pushing aside the part of you that was getting hot again thinking of his strength.

He pulls away and looks at you, searching. You smile reassuringly.

"We can stop if you want to," you say.

He lets out a long breath, his body relaxing. He leans forward and kisses you. Sweet, at first. Quickly growing sloppy, messy, wet. His free hand tucks around the back of your thigh, squeezing the sensitive skin there hard enough to make you moan.

"I don't want to stop," he groaned. He shifted his hips, pressing his cock against the warmth of your cunt.

He shoved you back down. His forearm across the broad of your chest, holding you down against the bed like it was nothing. His fingers dug into your shoulder, bruising you. He pushed his hips against you, grinding himself against your dripping pussy with an intensity that surprised you. The choked-back groans he let out reminded you of a wild animal desperate to either fuck or tear you apart.

He brought the knife back up to where you could see it. The city lights glinting off it's surface. His gloved hand flexing around it's hilt. Did he just want to remind you that he was in charge? He kept grinding against you, his muscles tight with restraint, encouraged by the way you moaned and whimpered for him. Seeing him like this... was exciting. It scared you.

He slammed the knife into the bedside table, burying it an inch deep in solid wood like it was butter. He flashed that stupid, cocky smile. Show off.

He kissed you again. You pulled him closer with your legs, and he finally, finally pushed his cock into you. It slid in easily, the sound of how wet you were making a noise that would have made you blush if it weren't for how fucking badly you needed him.

He fucked you like that, hard and unrelenting, with the knife buried in the bedside just inches away.

[wildflowercryptid]

something that's been weighing on my mind ever since learning about the situation with ezra / toonimal is seeing how these predators will take the active hostility that is frequently directed towards minors in online spaces to their advantage and use it to prey on vulnerable children. i think that we as adults in online fandom should probably come together and maybe rethink the language / manner we go about interacting with kids bc clearly the way things are rn is causing active harm.

like obviously, if you're an adult and aren't comfortable with minors interacting with you or your content, you should be allowed to set that boundary and should be vocal about it, ( especially if the content you create isn't safe for them to consume. ) but i don't think talking to them like they're a blight on all that is good and holy is the way to go about it. maybe just saying you're an 18 plus account will suffice, you don't have to tell them to fuck off.

[peppermintpegis]

netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w