#thank u av! <3

[tangerisms]

crosby / mackinnon + 🌴☀️ <3 ♡

SIDNATE + 🌴☀️

requests open

[shaanks]

helo gay person in my phone

hello gay person in my phone!!! love that we can be that for each other.

[kyuala]

also kangaroo by nct u currently saving my life 🙏🏼

[bastardbvby]

uuhhh... no tv in my bedroom, sounds fancy tho :O

i think ive always had a tv in my room growing up like my parents both worked with av tech companies so i feel like we always just had a weird amount of tvs on hand

[luveline]

baby! i love all your au’s so much!! maybe u wanna do something for kbd universe?

like maybe the whole family is sick and it’s just steve and reader trying to get through taking care of the girls and themselves? i thought maybe it would be cute but it’s all up to u <33 hope you’re having a good day jade!

hello! i made it so steve and beth aren’t sick yet I hope that’s still alright, thank you for requesting! thanks so much, i hope you are too <3 kisses before dinner au <3 dad!steve x mom!reader 2k words cw throwing up

Steve worries it's going to be a bad day when Dove throws up in the morning. He knows it's going to be a bad day when Avery throws up a little later, and then it's all but cemented when you chuck up in the sink.

You're a big girl and you can clean it up yourself but Steve would go lie in a busy highway if he thought that would make you smile, and so he has no qualms about sending you to the quarantine zone and cleaning it himself. It's a very unfortunate place to chuck up, all things considered, and Steve has to wash the dishes in the basin three times before he trusts they're clean.

Beth clears her throat from the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, hey, baby," he says sweetly, peeling out of his rubber gloves and throwing them eagerly into the trash. "How's my girl?"

Beth is three and a half years old. She loves Steve more than anybody on this entire planet, loves his attention, his hugs. She's a clinger, and he's more than happy for her to be so. She's also rather quiet— Steve worries she wouldn't talk at all if it weren't for Avery, her six year old sister. Ave is a smarty pants who talks Beth's ear off every chance she gets.

Beth, predictably, doesn't answer, holding her arms up in the universal sign for pick me up.

He wipes his hands on a tea towel haphazardly and pulls her up into his chest, hand spread over her back. Steve's constantly reminded of how soft and pretty his girls are, and he wouldn't ever say this aloud but Beth is the prettiest of the three because she looks so much like you. She dips her head, the line of her jaw softening with the movement. Steve ducks down to meet her eyes, offering up a loving smile.

"What, you aren't talking to me today?"

"I'm tired," she says quietly.

Steve licks his lips and pulls her closer in one arm so he can hold the other up and read the face of his watch.

"It's not bed time for a while. Should we sit down for a nap?”

"Yeah," she agrees, rubbing her face against his collar.

Steve shifts her in his arms to prop her up with one and hug her with the other.

They head upstairs and cross the landing to his and your bedroom, where you, Ave, and Dove are all sequestered in bed with a sick bowl.

Dove sleeps like a log on your chest where he's propped you up with pillows. Ave lies in Steve's spot, arm across the mattress to hold hands with you.

"Hello," he says, hesitant at the threshold. You're gonna be in a tough spot if Steve gets sick too. "How are you feeling?"

He directs his question at both you and Ave, but Ave answers first.

"I feel sick," she says morosely.

"That doesn't surprise me, baby, you are sick. How about you, mom?"

"I'm fine," you say. Your other hand rubs up and down the length of Dove's back and shoulders steadily, an absent-minded gesture no doubt. "What about you, my lovely girl? You and daddy had to clean up my mess, huh? I'm sorry."

The apology is entirely for him. He doesn't need it or even want it.

"It's okay," Beth says.

"You took the words straight outta my mouth," he praises her.

Beth all but dissolves into his chest. You read her mood, and his oncoming question quickly.

“You gonna go nap?” you ask.

“Would that be okay? You’ll be okay? I can put her down and come right back.”

You give him your most loving, darling smile, the kind of smile he fell in love with; the kind of smile that had him looking at you, twenty years old and lonely, and knowing he wasn’t going to be lonely much longer.

“We’ll be okay,” you say. “Love you, miss you.”

“I love you.” He waves at Avery. “Love you, baby. Try and get some sleep.”

—

He wakes up to his name being called severely. It’s a pretty terrifying sound to wake up to when you have a family, your wife calling to you with little room for affection.

“Steve? Steve, I need you right now.”

He startles hard and wakes Beth where she’s lying on his chest.

“Daddy?” she mumbles.

He slides her off of him as carefully as he’s able, which in his panic is nowhere as carefully as he wants to. “It’s okay, babe. Go back to sleep.”

“Steve.”

He hears the unfortunate sound of retching. You’re sitting in the middle of the bed with a hand on Avery's back as she chucks up into the bowl, and Avery isn’t the problem, it’s Dove, who’s throwing up all over your shoulder and screaming between heaves.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, but they won’t stop. I think they’re setting each other off and-“ You inhale sharply. “I don’t want to-“

“Hey, okay,” he says easily, much less panicked than you. He understands exactly why you’re so scared — to have them both so forcefully ill is terrifying, and worse, you’re by yourself and sick too.

“Avery, are you alright, sweetheart?” he asks.

Avery is understandably in tears. She heaves and nothing comes out but spit, so he sits down heavily next to her and wraps an arm over her trembling shoulders. “Deep breath,” he says, “super deep breath. You’re okay.”

He works Avery through the last of her throw up. He can hear you placating the baby, your voice shaky.

“Let’s go get in the bath,” he says quietly, “should we?”

It’s dangerous to leave Avery in the bath alone, so he puts a towel on top of the toilet lid and sits her down.

“I’m gonna get Dove and you’ll both have a bath.” He rubs her back, heart broken by her little downcast face, her cheeks shiny with tears. “I’m gonna make it all better, baby, I promise,” he says slowly, offering his pinky to her.

She holds up her own, so much smaller, and they shake on it.

He doubles back for Dove and, unfortunately, the worst has happened. You’ve chucked up, mostly in the bowl, but enough on the sheets to need changing, and there are tears bumping down your cheeks. Dove is screaming like she’s in agony. It’s awful.

“Pass her over to me,” he says.

Your lips part.

“It’s okay, babe, just pass her to me,” he murmurs, hands replacing yours under her armpits. “You want to strip off and come in the bathroom too? The smell…”

“I’m sorry for shouting, I probably gave you a heart attack- I don’t know, I was being silly,” you say.

“You were not.” He pats Doves lower back until she’s calmed down enough to hear himself think. He can’t stay in here with you as much as he wants to, worried about Avery, and a little about Beth. “Come on, you can have a bath next.”

Steve gets Avery and Dove in a warm bath and it calms everybody down. You sit on the toilet seat in your underwear looking miserable and embarrassed and tired and he takes what time he can to squeeze your naked calf.

“You’re wet,” you faux-complain, mouth full of toothpaste and your toothbrush.

“I’m damp at best. So dramatic.”

He washes the sick out of Avery’s hair and Dove entertains herself with a rubber duck. Avery enjoys having her hair washed, eyes slipping closed as Steve massages her little head.

“How are you feeling, Dovey?” you ask, reaching across the lip of the tub to smooth back her wet hair.

“Duckie,” she cheers, brandishing her yellow friend at you.

Your smile is soft. “Duckie,” you repeat. “Does he have any water in his tummy?”

She squirts it at you. Point proven.

He gets Avery out and wraps her up in a towel that’s yards too big for her. Beth ventures into the room with tired eyes, and she looks unhappy to be missing out on bath time. She loves playing with her mermaid dolls.

“You want one with mommy?” you ask.

Beth smiles so wide that Steve wants to take a picture.

When he’s wrangled both sicky girls into new pyjamas, he asks Avery if she’ll entertain Dove for a little bit. It’s more of a hope than a true request. Avery nods seriously and grabs one of her picture books, sitting by her baby sister on the pillows decorating her bedroom floor.

He changes the ruined sheets in your bedroom, throws them in the laundry, pushes open the bedroom window to circulate some clean air and then makes his way to the bathroom with the sick bowl to pour the contents down the toilet. You and Beth sit across from each other in the bath. Even though you’re sick, Steve thinks this might be one of the most important moments of Beth’s life. Carving alone time with you, your hands rubbing soap over her little shoulders while you murmur praises at her, it’s incredibly sweet. He’s sorry to ruin it.

“You’re squeaky clean, baby, I barely gotta scrub you, such a clean girl. My Beth’s always been neat, huh?”

Steve washes his hands. Beth, bubbles up to her neck, says, “Hi, daddy. You’re coming in?”

“Not me. I don’t think you can fit me. And mom does the best job, anyways, she gets rid of all the stink.”

“Stink!” you deny. You have to clear your throat after. Your smile doesn’t wane. “She does not ever stink because she’s a princess, thank you very much, daddy.”

Back to Avery's room. So much of being a parent is retracing your steps, walking the same distance over and over and over. He encourages the girls into the bathroom and helps them brush their teeth, which Avery thinks is, “Weird as heck. You’re s’posed to brush your teeth after dinner.”

“But you’ve been sick,” he reminds her, kneeling with one knee in a puddle, Dove’s chin pinched between his finger and thumb as he brushes her tiny pearls gently.

“But we’ll have to brush them again,” she whines.

“I brushed my teeth too,” you say now wrapped in a towel, rubbing Beth’s hair with the hood of her bath-poncho.

“You’re a grown up.”

“So?” Steve asks, genuinely laughing. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Mom does stuff she hates all of the time!”

“Like what?”

“Like kissing you,” Avery declares.

You burst into laughter, which does not help his case. Avery laughs because you’ve laughed. Beth and Dove are easily infected, leaving Steve one against four and feeling bullied. You apologise profusely when you see his theatrical heartbreak and offer him a kiss to prove you don’t mind it. You won’t actually give him one when he puckers up.

“If you get sick too, we’re screwed.”

He leads his girls down the stairs in a freshly made procession and insists they all sit at the dinner table, you included. From there, he doles out Pepto Kids, crackers, watered down apple juice and forehead kisses. Beth doesn’t need any Pepto, and she gets some secret peanut butter on her crackers. He worries anything too rich will prompt a third upheaval for the rest.

You get regular old Pepto, and you hate it. “I’m having flashbacks,” you mumble. Pepto is a great anti-nausea medication, and you’d reaped its benefits heavily during pregnancy three.

Maybe he’s biassed on who needs more kisses. He lays them thick from one end of your forehead to the other and then, finally, sits down in the chair next to Dove with a tired groan.

Her hand reaches across the gap for his. She holds his finger with one hand, offers a cracker with another. “Dad,” she says warmly.

He takes it. If he gets sick, he gets sick. There isn’t a world that exists where he has the power to say no to her.

-

requests are open for more of this au <3 pls consider a reblog if u enjoyed cos im an attention seeker and they make me happy, thanks for reading!!! <3

[walshball]

Let’s break it down girlies

1. Kheating call up FUCK YES I barely dared to dream. Mary, show her some moves. Roebuck, enjoy the time out of your cell. Hannah… yeah.

2. Death, taxes, and a Lucy Bronze call up. Keep her on the FUCKING bench I swear to GOD. We’ve got such insane depth in defence we can let her chill out for a bit. Millie Bright, perfect, no notes. Love u queen. Ditto Alex Greenwood. I’m praying for some serious Le Tissier minutes because frankly I think it would be funny. Niamh bbg have fun out there okay, ily.

3. SHE’S BACK, THANK YOU GOD, MY GIRL IS BACK. Walshball is about to hit like a cold ass beer. We are so fucking back. Ella, honeybun, maybe do some mindfulness exercises, like whatever tantric friendship rituals you and Alessia clearly have going on. Clinton I am unfamiliar with your game but we’ll see what you have for me. Fran Kirby you fucking legend I want to see some broken Belgian ankles.

4. Forwards is forwards. Chloe Kelly big game player. Love to see a bit of Daly striker action. GWAN girl. Russo you big beautiful woman I’m kissing your forehead so sweetly. Hempo, ‘ave ‘em.

NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS JORDAN NOBBS. WHERE IS SHE. SARINA I’M IN YOUR WALLS.

And finally, a very special message to Ms. Lucy Bronze: survive, you crazy bitch. Survive.

[under-the-dirt]

Hi :3

Question: could I request a one-shot with Ghost based on this song?

thank you for the ask!!! i’ve been wanting to base a one shot off a song for a bit now!! <333

sorry it took a while to respond, i was sleeping and i had to brainstorm the one shot!! but, i really hope you like it <3333

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

tags: afab!reader (sorryz again it’s super hard to write gn! smut. :[), not really established relationship, smut, simon’s kinda mean, but he loves u <3, uhhh petnames, a bit of angst, UNDER 13 DNI!!!!

You and Simon had been in this ‘friends with benefits’ type deal for at least a year now, and he’d always come when you needed him, or when he needed you.

Tonight, you needed each other, as he holds you down to the bed, hands interlocked, slamming into you as you whimper and moan.

He knows you, he knows you so well, well enough to know how to turn your brain off whenever you had sex. He knew how to touch you in all the right places, to say all the right words, move the right way to slam into your g-spot with every thrust.

“A-ah Simon!” You moan, and he shushes you.

“Keep it down, love,” He reminds you. It was nighttime after all , and you were in his highly occupied base. You hated how quiet you had to be.

“Mm- mm… Simon- Simon,” You whine, and he hums, rubbing your clit gently, sending you over the edge quicker than you could have anticipated.

“‘Ave ya wanted me this much? Ya missed me this much?” He teases, collecting your cum and slick on his fingers to display to you, before lifting his mask to his nose and licking his fingers clean. You whine at the sight. “Hm.. So needy nowadays..” He purrs, leaning down and kissing your chest gently, before taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was so much, you hardly realized he was back to thrusting into you harder than before, messier, sloppier, and you knew he was close.

“Where d’ya want it?” He asks, still hammering into you, heavy balls slapping against soft skin, and you moan.

“Uh- ch-chest,” You instruct softly, panting for air between broken moans.

“Hm.” He grunts, slowly pulling out and pumping a few times, before releasing a low groan and a puddle of his sticky cum on your chest.

You relax against the bed with a sigh. He climbs off of you, walking to the restroom and wetting a rag with warm water. He walks back over to you and begins cleaning the cum off your chest and cleaning the mess between your legs. Once finished, he walks back to the bathroom and you can hear the shower start.

Taking this as your cue to leave, you slowly get up, trying your best to stay on your feet. Which is always one of the most difficult parts of leaving, he always fucks you so good you can’t stand and you’re sore in the morning. You wish you could just stay the night, but you know that isn’t a possibility.You have a feeling that you both have mutual feelings but.. something won’t let you in. It’s like he’s got his guard up constantly, even for you, who has been in such intimate situations with him multiple times for over a year.

You were still standing there, naked and shaking, eyes unfocused as you were lost in thought. Simon taps the doorway to his bathroom, and you look up.

“If you’re wantin’ to join me, ya could’ve just asked,” He states, and you blush.

“Oh- uhm.. it’s alright.. i- i should get going..” You explain, grabbing your underwear.

“Nah, it’s alright, stay a while,” He offers, and you can’t help but accept. You’ve wanted to forever, and you’ve never gotten the chance. You quickly follow him into the shower, sighing from the feeling of the warm water on your skin.

Suddenly, Simon wraps his arms around your waist and presses a few soft kisses to your neck.

“‘m sorry,” He whispers into your neck, and you place your hand on the back of his head.

“For what?” You ask softly, and he sighs against your skin.

“For.. For not bein’ able t’ be with you..” He explains.

“That’s how a friends with benefits kinda works..”

“No.. I want it t’ be more, Love, I really do,” He whispers, hiding his face in your neck. You’ve never, ever seen this side of him, and it was shocking.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I- I love you.. “ He says your name with such sweet sincerity, you can’t help but blush. “But.. I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you. With everything i’ve done, the person i’ve become.. I don’t, I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Simon.”

“But i don’t know that. And you don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t,” He whispers harshly into your neck.

“Then when will I know you? I barely see you, I’ve never even seen your face-“ You respond angrily, and as you turn around to yell at him, you realize he wasn’t wearing the mask.

“Holy fuck,” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a tight line, unsure of your reaction. You place your hands on his cheeks, holding his face, his fucking beautiful face, rubbing his scarred skin with your thumbs. He’s so much more beautiful than you pictured. His hair is a white blonde, his eyelashes are long and full, lips plump and pink, a slight stubble on his sharp jawline, a scar across the bridge of his nose and a scar on his top lip. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, before kissing all over his face.

He was blushing now, before feeling the water begin to grow cold.

“Alright, suppose ‘s time to ge’ out,” He chuckles, stepping out of the shower and holding out a towel for you to take. You take said towel, drying yourself off and wrapping it around yourself to get your clothes from his bedroom floor.

After getting dressed, you prepare to leave. You grab your phone and you walk out of his room, giving him a quick goodbye before leaving. You sit in your car a moment, before driving away.

He loves you, and you love him. You both know your feelings for each other, so why doesn’t he ask you out.

He wishes he could. He wishes so greatly he could, but there is part of him stopping this. Stopping him from loving you fully. A part of him will never be able to love you, and he hates that. He hates it, but he can’t change it. He’ll always have that part that won’t love you. Always.

tysm for the ask!! i loved writing this one it was sm fun!! i hope it goes with your idea, this is what i was picturing. tytyty for the ask, j love getting them!! and i love Ghost (the man and the band :3) <333

[hetr0ph0bic]

Okay so this is a half baked shuriri request but what about a multi part of them trying to woo a bossed up powerhouse y/n who’s supposed to be doing business with them (maybe PR for a new invention they’ve created)? Could be v spicy, esp if the y/n is bratty/dom herself

GIVE IT UP

tag: shuriri x blk fem reader 

a/n: this is 3 parts yall! no smut in this one, but its sweet im super excited for this 😎😎😎. remember like in stuff if u enjoyed thank yall love yall!

your phone shakes with a green and red button on the screen

“hello” you answer in a drawn out voice.

“yes y/n i see you’re on madison ave, why?”

you roll your eyes at her energy filled tone, “well this is the way to the hotel is it not”

“y/n! i told you, you had to go network at the casino business party” she yells

“ im not fucking doing that” you say in a monotone voice.

“wait please” you can just imagine your assistant pleading eyes 

“no, look ive been working since 6am… im going to the hotel”

“please just 15 minutes in and out! plus, it could open many doors” damn, she does have a point but, no.

“no im not even dressed for that” you look down at your ripped dirty blue jeans

“you’re going to be fine, im turning the car around”

“what-”

“it goes with your brand ‘young/ reckless/ genius’ plus the shirt and shoes you have on pulls it together, you're going to be fine!” hasani chirps through the phone

the car then comes to an abrupt stop. you look out the window, now seeing your front of some building. ‘casino parties llc’. stepping out of the black escalade and brown boy with a simple tux greets you with a smile. 

“miss y/n of ‘real tech’! right this way”.

 the boy ushers you through the casino. scattered loud conversations and music fill the spacious building. red and gold carpet flooring and walls all over, it seems like a business party. suits and dresses all over, old people talking about bullshit. with a sigh, you begin to join them, shuffling through bodies. time slowly passes as you network around the room. a fake smile plastered on your face, and light wine in your right hand. at last, all the pointless congratulations and empty promises stop. looking down at your phone, about ten minutes have passed, you turn to the backdoor about to leave. seeing something glisten in your peripheral view, you turn to the source.  

hand in hand, there they are. looking down on the floor from the balcony.

 the old friend. riri williams. the girl who helped push your creative mindset and motivation in college. on her arm is a known face, shuri udaku, black panther, and ruler of wakanda.

from above, shuri leans into riri’s side

“woah, that’s y/n from real tech” shuri smiles bright

“ yeah that’s y/n from my 12pm bioengineering class” riri kisses shuri’s cheek with a smile

“ huh… did she always look like that” 

“ nah that’s something new to me. don’t get me wrong, she was always good looking but-”

“she’s grew into herself” shuri finishes the sentence 

riri then leans over the railing, locking her eyes with yours. with her hand she waves lightly, grabbing shuri’s, they make their way down the stairs. the two sport similar blazer outfits. riri's has slacks and a vest, revealing more skin than the other. shuri has the same all-black outfit but with a heavy blazer coat. silver and gold jewelry paints their bodies, mixing beautifully. the couple complement each other so well, clothes and body's. as the two make their way towards you, bodies naturally part, making room for them. after a sometime, they reach you.

“hm funny seeing you here” riri crosses her arms in front of you.

“and why is what?”

“well it isn't mr. roger's stupid class now is it”

“haha thank GAWD it isnt, i hated him” you cover your mouth giggling from the joke 

“whaaa i think he for real had it out for us, but it’s good to see you” you both reach out closing the space between the two of you. riri looks to her side looking at shuri

“this is my wife shur-”

“yes, yes ms.udaku, panther pleasure to meet you” you reach your hand out shaking hers

“yes same here, how’s the party treating you?” shuri asks with a smile

“honestly? okay i guess i was only sticking around for 15 minutes then leaving”

“what why” the couple's face full of confusion 

“i’ve been up since 6am ri. and talking with old people who think you're disrespectful to their dumbass traditions isn’t really my fav pass time” you wave a waiter hand off your cup of wine to them.

“well, seems like we are not the only ones” shuri states looking down at riri.

“i had to drag her over here, literally” riri bumps her body against shuri. the other bashfully smiling.

“how about this we leave here and just get some food and drinks?” riri offers

“ yeah, but only if you are up for it” shuri gives a unsure look at you 

“nah its okay i know a diner close by”

you find yourself in the front side of the royal's car, directing shuri where to go

“yeah turn here on 47th- yeah right here”

‘carve unique sandwiches’ the old sign reads 

the three of you shuffle inside the small  shop. yall take to order food, a big pizza being the main corse. after paying, the three of you find seats close to the cashier. riri passes out paper plates on the wooden table.

“so what happened, after school. in life and appearance wise” she ask while stuffing a pizza in her mouth

“ yeah? apparently you didn’t use to look like this?” shuri chimes in.

“yeah bruh i don’t even know man. now started working for real on my engineering projects after graduation. now i did stop letting people walk over me which was a process and hell on its own. as for my body…. im still eating the same doing the same stuff, so that's truly a mystery.” you grab the pizza and ranch drizzling it on top, and taking a big bite.

“you look good” shuri comments

the compliment take you by surprise, making to choke. clearing your throat, you try to find your balance again 

“umm thanks thanks” you look down at the table, pizza, people walking outside. anywhere but them.

“yeah and we are in wakanda, but you’ve made a whole name for yourself with real tech”. riri says while sipping on a sprite.

“ speaking of that, would you like to work together on a project. i have a new idea for my soldiers and others”.

“what absolutely, how are we gonna make it work tho? when do yall head back to wakanda?”

“ well im free tomorrow i just gotta move stuff around, can we come to lab in the morning?”

“yeah i get up a 6am so be there by then” you pull out for phone putting in their numbers and calling your car. after a bit all the food is finished.

“so ill see yall in the morning?”

“ see you in the morning, y/n!”

you and the couple part, heading to their homes and beds. you quickly take a shower, anticipating the next morning. the couple does the same, the water turns on. steam filling up the walk in shower.

“ so you like her?” riri rubs the soapy rag against shuri’s back

“so do you” shuri shoots back defensively 

“ yeah do, stop being so defensive” riri smack her back lightly 

“anyone with eyes would want her” riri finishes the thought. shuri turns to face her again, looking into her eyes.

“ no matter what, shuri you have to keep your cool and take it slow”

“i know of course, but we are only here for two more days” shuri whines

the couple finishes up, bodies melting into the soft bed.

pt2

tags @karimwillia @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @widowmakker @letitias-fav @rxcently @acommonwhor3 @garbagesleepschedule @nightlife-things @sweetalittleselfish-honey @louderfortheback @heartsforjojo 

[shaanks]

goldenrod mahogany ruby pink green jade right back atcha <3 I don't know if you're an orange though. I think you'd be more of a blueberry

Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you.

i am v silly to look at but I'd love to do this someday c:

Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists.

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

hopefully we'll both find the lives we deserve this year, huh? :)

Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you

Green - wanna go touch grass with me?

Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

; u ; thank you bby

i'd love to be a blueberry, small weird little things that they are <3

[puckpocketed]

while i have a moment: given that my golden girls are eliminated (rest well my girls… the world robs us of beautiful flamingo toss celly and obnoxious glittery jersey and fire breathing dragon ….) THIS BLOG IS PIVOTING TO AN AVS BLOG <3 they are my beloved friend’s babygirls and hence they are MY babygirls . i will be acquiring them and folding them into my heart the moment i get the chance

thank u. this press conference is over, as you were 🦈

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

How about 1, 15, 23 for the air your grievances ask game?

Hi! :-)

What's your biggest __[insert fandom]__ pet peeve(s)?

Oof, okay... I think my biggest pet peeve with the M/C/U fandom is how greedy certain pockets of it can be. When 80-95% of either the canon or fandom is catered to you, I don't get complaining so hard about the slim percentage that doesn't. It's infuriating. But I've talked about that a bunch in the past.

Something I don't think ever talked about is how this fandom drives me up the damn wall as a music nerd. The biggest example is folks describing the Guardians soundtracks/"Qu*ll's taste in music" as "80s music." No. No, they're not. They're mainly the 70s. I know, I counted, after the fandom nearly gaslit me into doubting my own knowledge. In fact, out of the trilogy, IW, the Gro/ot shorts, and the Holiday special, only Vol 3 and the Holiday special contain any 80s songs. (And for record, this isn't me shitting on the 80s or anything. I'm an 80s baby and love tons of music from that era. This is just me being an insufferable know-it-all, lol.)

Another one is constantly framing Sam's recommendation of Tro/uble Man as some kind of come on. Like, first of all, that album is mainly a score and the few lyrics that do exist on it are not sexy. Second of all, oh my God, there's more to Marvin than just sex jams, holy shit. It's very obvious that some are only familiar with stuff like "Let's get it on" and "Sexual Healing" and that's it and... I can't help it, that makes me so sad.

15. Name an aspect of __[insert character]__ that you think gets frequently overlooked in fanfiction characterizations/deserves more attention/exploration

I think fandom's really dropped the ball with post-EG Steve. We could've had sprawling epics with Steve creating timeline after timeline where he had full lives with every Av*nger and Guardian and whoever else and having D*ctor Who style adventures across space and time. But, noooope. Nada.

I'll also never understand how I've only ever seen one fic where Professor H*lk and Steve raise Baby!Scott. That's comedy gold, right there. And how the hell did Sh*-H*lk not spawn a ton of St*ve/Jen? Not to mention all the cool concepts WI? has given the fandom on a silver platter only for them to be completely ignored.

23. Share an unpopular opinion you have RE: __[insert fandom]__

At the risk of being skinned alive, I know that even people who don't ship St*cky romantically will say that they still love them as friends instead. And I... don't. I can't get into that dynamic, even platonically. Most of their relationship is told rather than shown and what little we are shown doesn't endear it to me at all. Fandom can scream "till the end of the line" until it's blue in the face, but that doesn't make up for its problems in the slightest. (And frankly, I think that was the main purpose of the line to begin with, but that's a whole other rant.) I mean, B*cky spends most of T/F/A coming off (to me) like a condescending prick towards Steve and then spends the rest of Steve's time in the films deliberately staying as far away as humanly possible. It feels very one-sided to me, overall. And why should I revere that period, but especially so when dynamics like the ones Steve has with S*m, N*t, and P*ggy exist? Dynamics where the love and respect is quite clearly mutual and they actively want to be in his life? There's just no contest as far as I'm concerned.

Now, in fairness, theirs isn't the only dynamic in the films that's way more tell than show nor is it the worst offender in terms of the discrepancy between what's told and what's shown, but again, those are other rants.

Sorry about this getting kinda long. I'd been holding that first rant in for a loooong time, lol, so thank you for sending this in and giving me the chance to finally get that off my chest. XD

Air Your Grievances Ask Game

[isatoru]

I don't go there but your bllk bf is beautiful and has gorgeous eyes <3

AV!!!!!!!! dude .... u should totally watch blue lock ..... and join us .... it's so freakyyyy u would def enjoy bc u enjoy one piece <_< 🩷

also kicking my feet THANK UUU 🥹 ur so right he does have beautiful blue orbs.......

look at heem i love himmm

[starsarefire824]

Everyone are having doubts do you still believe in byler endgame and if you do how you think will be? Not what do you wants but what really will happens knowing the duffer and how they write the show.

Hey anon, thank you for the ask!

As far as Byler goes, I'm still at the same point I've been this entire time...I honestly and truly believe that the writing has hinted at, suggested, alluded to it being real. I h lol ave personally been on the "wrong" side of a different major fandom (which I won't mention here)---ridiculed, called crazy, obsessive etc--to then have everything we had claimed from the beginning be proven true in the final act. If you want to know what I'm talking about you can probably figure it out from my profile or you can message me and I'll go on that rant in private lol.

Either way, my point is.....everything that is happening in this fandom...mimics that one entirely. It is a fandom that is dominated by a generally male, white, hetero-normative point of view. And so I think it's easy to lose hope, it's easy to give in to those people telling you that you're crazy for seeing what you're seeing.

But what it comes down to in the end is, most of us have been here since season 2. Most of us have been noticing the hints for years. And after season three, I'm not really sure what people are looking at if they are not seeing the complicated relationship that Mike has with El and Will. It is a canon fact that he cannot balance them emotionally. When one is in his life, the other is out. Season 3 proved that when they are both in his life at the same time, he cannot make it work. When he is paying attention to El, he is hurting Will. When he is paying attention to Will, he is hurting El. And this all comes to a head in season 4.

And season 4 is interesting to me because once again, El is (after a few episodes) quickly removed from Will and Mike's immediate story line. Mike, once again, ends up with Will in situations that make them work together. Situations that make them be emotionally vulnerable with each other. Situations that allow them to become closer.

I firmly believe that there is a reason, besides Mike being emotionally stunted by his family, that he can't say "i love you" to El. I think that the writers' had specific intentions when they wrote Mike's "love confession" to El as a direct response to Will's emotions. I firmly believe that if I was supposed to be rooting for El and Mike to be together, I as an audience member, would have been given a private, softly lit, romantically coded emotional scene between Mike and El post "2 days later". But we didn't. The softly lit, emotional, intimate moment we got? Was with Will.

Furthermore, El and Will have been directly paralleled since season one and since season 2 both of their storylines have directly revolved around Mike. And one character, Will, has been the one that has been show to need and want Mike in the way that he needs to be needed and wanted. Will has been the character that specifically benefits from Mike's attention and love. El's journey has always been for herself. It has always been figuring out where she belongs in the world and claiming her autonomy from Brenner (and Henry and many others).

As for how I believe the Duffer's will accomplish this? I have as good a guess as the rest of you. I am just a humble fan. But from the context clues that we've been given throughout the show....I have a hunch that El and Will will discover some sort of connection between the two of them. This connection will probably directly relate to the pull they feel towards Mike. I think that El will continue her journey from season 4 of self-discovery and standing on her own two feet, rejecting the men (people) around her who tell her they know what she wants/needs/desires. I think that Will will have his "coming of age". He will finally accept himself for who he is. I think it will be revealed that Will has some sort of direct connection to either the Upside Down or Henry himself. I think that he is the "cure" or the "key" to healing what has been broken. I really love the "wonder twin" idea that Will and El will work together to defeat Vecna.

And finally, I think that Mike, the knight, the paladin, the heart of the party....he'll finally realize where his heart truly lies. And Will, understanding that his love is reciprocated, that their love is true. I really think it will, in some way, (even if it's one small working part in the huge machine that is Stranger Things), help defeat the evil that has reigned over Hawkins for too long.

Maybe I'm too much of a romantic. But I'm gonna continue to believe it until I'm proven wrong. I will be the first to admit defeat as it comes, but for me....

There are just too many parallels, hints, subtext etc. for me to believe anything else at this point. I don't think the Duffer Brothers are pulling our leg, I don't believe they are trying to queerbait us, I don't believe they made this show for the people of Reddit and Facebook. I truly think, when they said it was for the "outsiders" and the "misunderstood" they meant it. And imo, Byler is a real part of that that will be made clear in the final act.

Let's hope we're right! <3

[sushisocks]

next sean fanfic when

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I just posted one a couple days ago, which I forgot to link here on tumblr, so idk if you caught it! Here you go! Macsummers & Sean POV, a birthday kidfic for my friend :3

BEYOND THAT, I'm focused on finishing Attentive Vigor first, thankfully there's only two chapters left to finish & post, and I'm deep in the throes of them! There's lots of Sean & Lenny in that one, if you want a longfic exploring a possible outcome of them surviving past their scripted deaths (among other things; it's a multiship fic after all lmao. it starts out p arthur/charthur heavy but there's LOTS of macsummers later on) :3

I'll be working on my Height of Hearts fic after that, which also has Sean as a main character / macsummers as a main pairing. One chapter is already out but I've been completely waylaid off writing for that one bcz life has forced me to prioritize and I rly just wanna finish AV first >w<

HOWEVER all that said, I DO have some more Sean-centric oneshots in mind, that I wanna write in the future, though I can't give you an exact time estimate for them as things are now. There's a Lenny POV macsummers one I want to do first, that I'm excited to write when I get that far, but yeah I don't really give myself due dates for oneshots that aren't for anything but fun 🙈 They come when they come, with inspiration and time to write them!! I might drop one in a month bcz an idea overtook me, or in six months bcz I've been working on my other stuff!

Thank u very much for showing interest though, I'm always delighted when people enjoy my fics, and Sean DEFINITELY deserves more works centered on him. I love writing for him, so I'm glad my take on him hits for people ;;w;;

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Tagged by @cove-holdens to make an URL playlist, thank you 🧡

N ina Cried Power // Hozier O nly If For A Night // Florence + the Machine T empt You (Evocatio) // Nothing But Thieves

S ave Yourself // KALEO O vercome // Nothing But Thieves

B lood Upon the Snow // Bear McCreary & Hozier L ightning // mehro U nknown / Nth // Hozier E ternal Blue // Spiritbox

Tagging @livingvicariouslee @a-whiff-of-a-dream @ninanirina @hawkeshep @pinkwulf @emahriel @swanfey @faarkas @reapersynth @katewalker & anyone who wants to do this. only if you want to ofc, no pressure :3

[shaanks]

what's your favorite blanket in your house

hiya sweetpea c:

LISTEN I have this big giant floofy blanket that is v sleek on one side and it's all black and soft and comfy. I have several blankets but that one is my blanket of all time. <3 (the one I call the villain blanket for reasons which need not be elaborated upon)