#the sassy hair flip lol

[captainmartin20]

"thank you guys"

[novulen]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘?

༊*·˚ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: a delve into your relationship with the strongest—satoru gojo—who seems to bare his teeth tenfold more when he’s around you.

༊*·˚ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: no warnings, js pure fluff w bae<3

༊*·˚ an: this has been in my drafts for like a month lol, n i lost the motivation to finish writing it so i’m posting it as a drabble😞

“no, ‘toru, don’t mix the wet and dry ingredients yet,” you giggle, talking through a mouthful of milk chocolate chips as you watch your lover completely ignore the recipe book's straightforward directions. he turns to face you, his cheek and hands both covered in flour, and he pouts dramatically.

“geez, why don’t you do this since you’re such a pro?” he murmurs under his breath, sassy as ever, unintentionally crossing his arms over his chest with the whisk still in his grasp and dumping more flour upon his black compression shirt. You chuckle, setting the bag of chocolate chips down as you approach him, and once you're close enough, you place a hand on his cheek, thumb scraping the flour away.

“i’ve been suggesting you let me do it for the past five minutes,” you smile, and your touch is so diverting that he doesn't notice when you take the whisk away from him. “let me help you, hm?”

satoru grumbles quietly, but his figure remains firm as he stands before you like a pillar. He looms over you, as if expecting something from you.

a teasing smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

“where’s my kiss?” he frowns, a pale finger on his cheek. You roll your eyes, lightly pushing him in the chest before dragging him down to your level and kissing his cheek.

“there, are you happy now?”

“very.”

after you took charge of the issue, which was satorou’s lack of sense, everything appeared to go smoothly, and before long, the cookies were prepared and ready to be served.

“these taste sooo good,” satoru whistles, bringing another steamy cookie into his lips and groaning as if it were the most delightful thing he'd ever eaten

you chuckle as you take a cookie for yourself and bite into it. "I'm taking that as a compliment," you grin, small sighs of contentment escaping your lips as you feel the chocolate melt in your mouth.

satoru scoffs as he looks over at you, looking betrayed, before shoving another into his mouth.

"of course it's a compliment, but it was meant for me because I made these all by myself," he laughs, flipping his hair sassily.

“oh? and who helped you form the dough while you where trying to eat it all?” you inquire, giving your lover a questioning look.

“are you calling me fat?”

[gummygowon]

sugar | jeong yunho

word count: 2.7k

genre: smut (minor dni!) just another pwp, cowboy!yunho x waitress!afab reader

warnings: dom!yunho x sub!reader, unprotective sex (booo!), creampie, big dick yunho eheheh, slight humping lol, petnames (sugar, honey, sweetheart, doll)

author's note: don't know why this took light years for me to finish BUT SHE'S DONE!!!! and just in time for the cb >:) i will say though that this was written even before the cb was announced so i will take full credit for cowboy!ateez like i literally manifested that shit with this

in your quiet, little hometown not much went on. even the gossip that got around town was drier than the tumbles of weeds that ran through the streets.

recently, however, they were rumors about some lone cowboy who came in late last night. you were sure that the lone cowboy would wound his way into the saloon at one point of his stay here even if he was just passing by. what man could resist a glass of beer?

and you were right, well, you're pretty sure you're right. in the middle of your shift, some tall man stalked into the bar and quietly sat down in the back of the saloon. his eyes and the top half of his face were covered by the large black cowboy hat that he wore leading everyone curious as to what he looked like.

"do ya think that's him?" you ask your coworker miyeon as the two of you wipe down glasses and cups behind the bar.

"the mysterious cowboy who wandered into town last night?" she asks leading you to nodding, "well, let's look his tall man sitting in the back of a saloon and everyone is looking at him like he has horns growing out of his head so i assume so."

rolling your eyes at miyeon's sassy response, you find yourself taking a peek to look at the new visitor. from where you're standing and with the man's big cowboy hat blocking eighty percent of his face, your curiosity grew to as what he looked like. did he have a scar on his face? a beard? or maybe a mustache?

"if you're gonna keep looking at him, you may as well take his order." miyeon comments on your long gaze on the outsider.

"absolutely not!" you retort back but miyeon is already pushing you out the bar with your tray, "remember to smile! it gets ya more tips!"

you contemplate flipping off your coworker but decide against it and give her a nasty glare as you walked off to the back of the saloon.

as you approach closer to the man, you see him shift in his seat but he doesn't look up at you until you clear your throat.

the man finally looks up at you and you feel your breath gets caught in your throat. the man had no facial hair or any nasty scars on his face. to your surprise, he was well-shaven and his eyes were full of life along with his plump lips that sat prettily on his face.

too entranced by his aura, the man had to tilt his head and raise an eyebrow at you for you to start functioning again. "my apologies sir, "what can i get ya started with?" you ask, trying your best to calm your heart down before the stranger in front of you could hear it beating out of your chest.

he lets out a soft chuckle at your flustered state, "what do you recommend sweetheart?"

your heart stopped for a solid second at the pet name. "well, if you want something a little stronger i recommend our house's whiskey. but if you don't want something as harsh, our draft beer is great too sir."

the smile from his laugh stays on his face, "you can call me yunho, sweetheart. callin' me sir got me sounding old."

your face turned redder than the apple tree behind the saloon. "my apologies, yunho" you say, your eyes glued onto the floor.

another laugh erupts from yunho's mouth as he watches you flush with embarrassment. "what's got you so wound up so tight sugar? relax a bit for me sweetheart, you can do that, can't ya?"

the grip on your serving tray loosens as you let your shoulders drop.

"good girl." the cowboy praises as he leans back his chair, the big buckle on his black belt reflecting as it shines from the candlelight. "now, a glass of whiskey will do just fine for me sugar."

"i'll be right back with that, yunho." you curtsy at him before rushing to the bar.

miyeon!" you whisper-shout at your coworker, who somehow had disappeared behind the counter.

"so what does mister outsider look like?" miyeon asks, popping up from the bar like a jack-in-a-box. "i bet he got a nasty scar on his face!"

"he doesn't have a scar i can tell you that. but that man is fine as hell."

"no shot, he really is?" she asks, attempting to peek over you to get a look at the stranger.

"yes, he is and he keeps calling me sweetheart," you whisper at your coworker.

"he keeps calling you what?!" miyeon shouts into the saloon causing a few eyes to look over at the two of you.

"miyeon!" you whisper-shout once more. "anyways, he wants a glass of whiskey so would you be a dear and get me some."

"i think you should be the one filling up his glass, if he called you sweetheart."

"oh for christ's sake, miyeon. just give me the damn whiskey."

"who spit in your tea this mornin'" miyeon grumbles as she puts the glass down in front of you.

you roll your eyes at her response, before whisking away to the back of the saloon once more.

"where's ya whiskey," you place the glass down on the table before giving him a curtsy.

"thank you sugar."

in the distance, you hear another customer calling you over. reluctantly, you turn your attention towards the voice leaving yunho behind.

"sweetheart," yunho calls out to you, attention fully back on him again. you tilt your head waiting for him to finish his sentence, " you gonna be busy tonight?"

it took everything in you to not give yourself to him right away but godamn it was tempting. "i got some things to do tonight, but come tomorrow. i might not be busy."

you watch as the man slowly nods before downing the rest of his glass. "alright then sugar, i'll see you tomorrow."

yunho doesn't know how long he's been sitting in this damn saloon but he's been there too long and he can't keep slowly sipping this whiskey for another hour.

the cowboy arrived roughly around the same hour as he did last night assuming the flustered waitress he met would have the same hours again but as of right now he was wrong. yunho recognized her coworker and was tempted to ask about your whereabouts but decided against it. he didn't want come off as a creep or desperate.

usually, yunho didn't mess around with any of the girls in the small towns he visited. he was strictly a business-only type of man but something about you was just so enticing. a one-night stand wouldn't hurt right?

"wanna refill on that sir?" a pretty voice asks him luring out of his thoughts.

"i'm alright, i'm just," yunho looks up midsentence to see you standing above him. "waiting on someone..." he trials off, his eyes shamelessly wandering to places they shouldn't.

"really?"

"actually, they're here now." he answers absentmindedly, eyes still drifting towards your chest.

a blush makes its way to your cheeks as you hug the tray closer to your body, "well, let me know what they want, i'll be right back."

yunho only ordered one more glass from you as he waited for you to get off. he had planned to invite you back to his hotel room sometime during your shift but even with the alcohol running through his veins, he couldn't bring himself to talk to you.

once the night had began to wind down and most of the patrons had cleared from the saloon, yunho wandered to the bar to pay for his tab. he watched you gossip with your coworker, your backs to him as words carelessly left your mouth. he didn't know what the topic of the conversation was but yunho did catch some pretty interesting things.

"y'know what they say," your coworker leans into you with a knowing smirk. "save a horse, ride a cowboy!"

"miyeon!" you shout at her, giving her a slap on the shoulder. "we still have customers here!" you look over your shoulder to exaggerate your point only to see the cowboy she was referencing.

"hi sir! what can i help you with?" you ask, elbowing miyeon to get back to work.

a small laugh came up yunho's throat as he walked up closer to the counter with his hands on his belt, "just wanna close up my tab that's all."

"right, we'll get that for you. what'd ya order again?"

"just three glasses of whiskey."

"that'll be one hundred won."

"alrighty then." yunho reaches into his pocket to fish out the money. before placing on them on the table, he leans over the counter beckoning you to come closer which you do, "i can teach ya how to ride a real cowboy."

you froze, thighs rubbing at the suggested thought. "o-okay."

the corner of yunho's lips quip into a cocky smile as he watched you turn red. "i'll wait for ya then sugar. don't keep me waiting too long."

you have never cleaned up and closed so fast in your life. the tables were wiped and the floors were mopped. even miyeon had sped up with her own chores after you agreed to tell her what the mysterious cowboy told you.

before leaving the saloon, you take a moment to fix yourself up in the mirror. once deeming yourself presentable you take a deep breath before walking out.

the crisp, night air embraced you forcing you to wrap your arms around yourself as you look for the tall cowboy. "yunho?"

as on cue, the man emerged from the shadows with a cigarette between his lips. "you finished a lot sooner than i expected."

"there wasn't much to do."

"ahhh," yunho hums as he stomps on the cigarette to put it out, "ready doll?" he sticks out his arm for you to hold.

humming in response, you wrap your arm around his much larger one. the warmth radiating him his body instantly warming you up as you walked in the cold.

yunho made some effort to get to know you to refrain from taking you right now. it was hard to avoid thinking about he was going to fuck you tonight.

when the two of you arrived at yunho's room after passing by the innkeeper who merely raised an eyebrow at you, there was a thick tension in the air as you (im)patiently watched yunho unlock the door.

once unlocked, yunho stepped aside to let you in. the tension grew even thicker when he came inside. it was like a waiting game to see who would make the first move.

with hungry eyes, yunho stalked towards you, his figure looming over you as you eventually backed into the door. "i won't bite, sugar."

as soon as those words left his mouth, you closed the gap between you two attacking his lips mercilessly. yunho fought back with equal fervor, his tongue clashing with yours as he kept a finger under your chin to keep it titled.

pulling back for a breath with your chest heaving, yunho pulled away to your dismay but stayed close enough to whsiper, lead you to the bed inviting you to sit on his lap. eagerly, you throw your legs around him without a thought. your lips return to his in an instant, this time even messier as your teeth clashed with his. yunho pulled you higher up on his lap so that your clothed core came into contact with his raging hard-on. you gasped at the contact, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

yunho pulled away to catch his breath making you whine at the loss of his lips. he immediately shut you up by leaving soft kisses all over your neck and dangerously venturing toward your chest. soft gasps quickly turned to moans once those sweet kisses turned to love bites. one of your hands finds its way to yunho's hair, pulling every time he added another hickey. subconsciously, your hips began to rock against his.

a tut comes out of yunho's mouth as he stops his attacks on your neck, "patience sugar."

a pout forms on your lips as you beg with your eyes for the cowboy to do something about the ache in your lower half. "please,"

"you gotta use your words, doll." yunho teases as he matches your pout.

warmth begins to spread throughout your face, "please, let me ride you."

"there's my good girl," he praises a smile replacing the pout on your face.

his hands went to work at his belt, swiftly removing the chunky leather along with his pants as well while you unzipped your dress and drawls underneath. once you were fully unclothed, you shyly looked at yunho for guidance who was already waiting on the bed, a hand lazily pumping at his cock.

"come 'ere sugar," he motions at you with his free hand.

obediently, you climbed onto the bed, both legs swinging over each side as your hands shyly press against his lower stomach. yunho watches you intently as you glide your slick cunt over his aching cock before finally sinking down on him. once you've fully taken him in, your big doe eyes look down at yunho for help.

"you can move sweeheart." he encourages you. god you were going to be the death of him. how could such a pretty thing like you be so clueless? it made yunho want to ruin you more.

you nodded your head as the pain in your lower half turned into sweet pleasure. giving an experimental roll of your hips, you watch as yunho's bites down on his lip harder and mumbles a quiet "fuck".

"just like that sugar," yunho praises, his hands snaking around your waist to help him ground himself.

with yunho's praise, you fell into a steady rhythm of rocking your hips back and worth. whimpers left your mouth as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

yunho could feel your pussy clench around his dick as you neared your high. he was close well but he needed more to be able to come. the cowboy was patient enough to let you figure out a rhythm but now he needed to cum. the hands on your waist still you for a moment as he guides your hips in a up and down motion. this new pace had you seeing stars as the repeated motion of yunho's big dick breached your walls every second.

"fuck yunho," you moan, "feels so good."

yunho smirks at your fucked out state, "does it baby?"

you hum in response, not even being able to form a single word. god, he was fucking you so good.

the cowboy started to bounce you harder on his dick as he bucked his own hips to meet yours. your moans spurred him on as he chased his high. lord, you were addicting. he could listen to your pretty sounds all day long.

"yunho, i'm-fuck, so cclose!" you whimper out with your eyes shut.

"wait for me sugar," yunho grunts slamming his hips even harder as his hands gripped your waist so tightly that there was sure to be a mark tommorow.

a whimper leaves your lips, warning yunho that you may not be able to hold off your orgasm. "you can be a good girl, can't you?" he groans in between thrusts.

"yes-fuck," you cry out, nails scratching at his toned chest.

"i'm close sugar, aalmost," yunho groans, his fingers pressing even harder onto your hips as he continued to slam his hips into yours.

"fuck!" you groan as you feel the knot in your stomach unravel as yunho finishes. his hips stutters as he empties his load into your cunt.

yunho watches as the cums leaks out from you and onto his lower stomach and he couldn't help but buck his hips one more time. a whine leaves your lips as your pussy aches from the overstimulation. "sorry sugar, you're just too tempting."

you collapse onto yunho's chest, arms tired from holding yourself up for so long. his body felt warm as yunho's arms wrap around you, encasing him in his embrace.

"good job sugar," yunho praises once more, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "i think ya just need one more lesson from me doll. what'd ya think?"

[sassydungeonbat]

My Favourite Snape Scene (movies)

Idk about everyone else but my favourite Snape scene is the Duelling Scene in CoS.

I apologise to all the Snockhart shippers (I love both characters equally) but I see them more as one-sided enemies than anything - I don't think Lockhart hates Snape, but Snape definitely hates Lockhart imo lol.

You can just tell in this scene - he is so damn sassy about it. All of the hair flips, the grandiosity of his dueling pose and the fact he just so confidently knocks Lockhart on his ass.

Like mans FLEW across that table.

It's just comedy gold tbh, I love it so much.

Anybody else wanna share their favourite Snape scene?

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day One

So I know this has probably been overdone by lots of people on lots of years but I haven't done it yet and I want to so here goes: I'm going to rewatch get back with the days matched up and catalogue my thoughts as I watch.

We don't get to see George and John saying hi to each other, but I'm struck by how careful they are with Ringo when he comes in. "Hi Ringo, happy new year." From both of them, with full eye contact soft, sweet voices. I wonder if they're really wanting to be so gentle with him after what happened at the end of August. Not like walking on eggshells at all, but just very "we're working on doing better because we care about you."

While Paul's not there, John is giving George full attention, leaning in to him, facing him while they sing, and George seems to really love it

But then Paul shows up and you can tell before we even see him that he's arrived, because suddenly John's gaze is gone from George. His eyebrows shoot up, he chin-tilts, and (this sounds insane I know but it's what I just watched) his singing drastically improves. He's putting effort in, performing.

Paul sits down and the shy little grins and glances and inside jokes (at George's expense and hypocritical of John) ensue immediately.

Ringo's jacket. The black with the maroon velvet collar. It's very cool and it's very unique to him. I don't see the other three pulling it off the way he does. He just has effortless swagger. If the other three wore something like that they'd look like try-hards.

George's sassy little hair flip. "oh, you're recording our conversation?"

Meanwhile John and Paul are back at it like magnets I swear. Turned in to each other, talking gibberish, and strumming

George with the deadpan sass again. "Maybe we should just learn a few songs first." Lol he's so stone cold.

"Oh please believe me." "Yes I will." Come on. Do you ever stop? And then the silent communication when they screwed up. We don't see Paul's face but John makes such a cute "oops sorry" face and they keep going.

Paul's literally so bossy. I find it such a turn on, really, watching it. Just because it's him being a genius who has a vision and sucks at social skills. But if I were in that band and he wasn't letting me hit I'd literally hate him.

John's so delighted with Paul's "everybody's got a hard on... Except for me and my monkey." Because that's one of the ways he often expresses his love for Paul and Paul's giving it back to him here. So John's just "Oh he made a joke about my song. He's teasing me. He does like me."

Paul literally diggs John's part of IGAF so fucking hard though. Like as soon as John's singing, Paul can not be still. Can not. He just thinks John's so so clever (and to be fair he is)

Crazy eye fucking continues

Then Paul's off to talk big boy plans with the daddies for a minute. (would love to know who he waved at then sucked his finger) "Is this your place, Twickenham?" Okay. Feeling out a potential daddy's pockets. I see you.

Obsessed with Yoko's emerald bag and how she got her little boyfriend to wear the exact color of Henley. Ken was literally made to be Barbies accessory and he's doing such a great job matching her purse. She's so pretty and cool.

It cracks me up how extremely nonchalant Ringo is about Magic Christian. (I LOVE that movie. Ringo is so hot in it and it's anti-capitalist so it's a winner). Dennis O'Dell is all "the scripts are marvelous." And Ringo's just "yeah you told me." And then Dennis is like "I'll take up up and show you around these really great sets." Ringo: "yeah okay." It's almost like the other three have no chill so he has to have only chill to balance it out.

They really are so blunt with each other when they don't like something. "I don't dig that." "Scrap that." Which is good. If only they could've been blunt when they did like things too though. And I guess they were sometimes. Like John telling Paul to keep that lyric in Hey Jude. But I don't think they were half as open with their positive feelings about each other's work as they were the other way around and that's so sad to me.

Why does George single Paul out about the sandwiches? It's cute. I love it. But what is it? Is he particularly worried about Paul and food because Paul's picky? Is it just their relationship that they take care of each other in these simple ways because they can't take care of each other emotionally?

Fucking hell why does Paul literally flirt with everyone all the time? "No separation in there." "Rain or snow will do me." "Yeah, you're pretty right, Michael."

Pretty sure John was looking at the lyrics of TOU off that sheet that said "Another Quarrymen Original" at the bottom. I wonder what he thought of that. I wonder if it was there to signal him, and if so what was it signalling? "Hey this is about you."??

"Two of us Henry Cooper." Referencing a boxer in a song about him and John. Why? Because they're fighting?

[tunaspatty]

Have you got some Takoyama headcanons? 🐙

yeah i have quite a little written down in my notes app,, ghhh ghfgbh,, not the best and im. a lil shy, also kinda worried that alot of these are just mad obvious but ummm yeah this is what ive got for now, sorry it took so long to get to you!

some Takoyama headcanons!! woop woop

* ambidextrous (aka doesn’t have a more dominant hand)

* uses his tentacles to hold things!!!!

* really likes to dance

* i imagine his house is connected to his salon(probably in an upstairs or downstairs area)

* definitely a bit wealthy, makes a hella good earning like wjat da hellllllll hes got a fancy ass sports car in the anime hes def not poor

* has two legs under his dress, suckers at the bottom of his feetsies, wears flip flops/sandals or whateva

* likes rain probably

* good swimmer(obviously)

* very much an early bird, sleeps early

* can take care of himself very well, doesn’t usually ask for help with things

* overworks himself a lot :( poor baby

* rarely swears in blue form but is a huge potty mouth in red form

* hates messes, likes keeping things as tidy as he can

* has a super bedazzled flip phone instead of a regular cellphone cuz he can just close his phone shut all sassy to hang up a call 🤭🤭🤭 ooouuuu

* red takoyama is really warm to the touch whilst blue takoyama is colder

* has a waterbed fs (i also like imagining his mattress is circular instead of rectangular lol)

* sleeps with alotta pillows, how comfy

* mutters/mumbles/talks a bit in his sleep

* if he hugs you he can just sorta latch on and wrap around u, and its really hard to pry him off if he doesn’t wanna let u go

* likes being a bit fashionable whenever he can teeheee

* sings very loudly to himself a lot whenever he’s doing something alone (cooking, doing chores, etc.)

* i imagine his love languages are mostly spending quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation and he also likes physical touch alot alot he can be super affectionate and loving

* loves decorating the interior of his salon and home!!!!!!, def has a very beachy oceany sea vibes to his house

* just really friendly, he probs knows/is familiar with like,, everyone in parappatown,,, bro has got connections (at least as his blue self)

* probably sees yoko as a sister i think thats cute

* i like imagining him super strong,,, like alot of things he can lift almost effortlessly

* its very cool to imagine that he used to just straight up live in the ocean before moving to parappatown to pursue his hairdressing career

* super flexible has no bones!!!!!

* hates wearing no shoes/socks because his suckers stick to the floor

* smells like shampoo, hair products, some kinda sea scent,, maybe a lil like sea food potentially?🤔🤔🤔(it depends on the day i guess)

i did leave some out bc theyre my cringe selfshippy ones bu bu bu bu but please eat these up please enjoy pls pls plsss!!!!! *runs away sobbing* STOPYELLINGATME

(disclaimer some of these were inspired/given to me by pals and stuff:3 thank you all)

[jobean12-blog]

When beefy bucky gets his hair cut and still looks amazing :

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CgnJdYzML67/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Just Admit It!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (of the beefy variety)

Word Count: 1,328

Summary: Bucky has been wanting to make a change...but you don't wike the idea! (Thanks Evans lol)

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this my sweet Pengu @randomfandompenguin I had way to much fun haha! That tik tok is so cute and so is that guy! But our Bucky is cutest no matter what! This really just hits on my overall Bucky kink-because he really is one. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divder by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰

Warnings: sweet and fun fluff, teasing, sassy and bratty reader, implied sexy times, light smuttiness and Bucky (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif at the bottom of the story is not mine: Credit to @fishragnarsson thank you!

Kinktober Masterlist 2022

“Aren’t you gonna say goodbye to me doll face?”

You flip yourself over and bury your face in the pillow, mumbling some incoherent but sassy answer.

“What was that doll?”

Bucky walks over to the edge of the bed and starts to lift the blanket from your head but you yank it back down with a squeal.

He kneels and leans in close.

“Doll, come on…don’t be upset,” he says quietly. “It’ll grow back!”

You sniffle.

“At least say goodbye to me,” he pouts, making a face even though you can’t see him. “Please.”

You lift the comforter only high enough to sneak a peek at him.

“Bye.”

His blue eyes are soft but you seen the mirth dancing behind his feigned sadness.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?!” you shout before rolling away, taking the blankets with you and making yourself into a burrito.

When he doesn’t answer you try to free your head enough to look at him but before you get the chance you feel the heavy weight of him on top of you.

“You’re a burrito,” he says as he presses you into the mattress. “I LOVE BURRITOS!”

“And you’re heavy! GET OFF!” you grunt. “I can’t breathe!”

“But you love when I’m on top of you,” he teases as he tries to find an opening for his hand to slip inside the blankets.

“BUCKY!!!!” you yell, trying to bump him off. “UGH!”

“I’m not getting off until you come out and say goodbye to me!”

You stop moving on a sigh and flatten into the mattress. He lets more of his weight settle on top of you and you let out a squeak.

“Fineeeeeeeee,” you whine. “Get off so I can get out of here!”

He lifts off you and stands by the bed, thoroughly enjoying your struggle to get free.

“Thanks for helping,” you say, tone dripping with sarcasm, once you’re out.

You fold your arms over your chest and look down.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his lap. “If you’re really this upset I won’t do it.”

You rest your head along his chest and pretend to pick at the nonexistent lint on his Henley. You exhale loudly and finally look up at him, your fingers combing through his soft brown hair. Your bottom lip pushes outward and his thumb instinctively reaches up to brush along the soft skin.

“No. It’s ok…I know you’ve been wanting to do it.”

His metal fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes to his.

“You sure?” he asks before his lips lightly brush yours.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He kisses you softly and you shift in his lap, straddling him and tugging at the bottom of his Henley. You rock your hips and caress his warm skin.

“Doll face,” he warns. “Don’t try and distract me…”

You wiggle in his lap, your frustration clear in your facial expression and body movements.

“I was just saying goodbye,” you sass as you lower your lashes and get off him.

He gathers you into his arms and kisses you again, pulling away only when you’re breathless.

“Bye baby doll,” he says with a wink.

Once you hear the front door shut and lock you stomp off into the bathroom, determined to distract yourself for the next hour with a relaxing bath. Alpine joins you, sitting himself atop the small windowsill over the bath.

“I can’t believe he’s really doing it,” you say to the cat.

Alpine meows as his tails swishes back and forth along the wall.

“I know…. what are you going to paw at now!???” you answer with a huff.

When the bath is cold you get out and get dressed, wearing Bucky’s tee shirt and a pair of leggings. You mull around the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner when you hear the door unlock. You suck in a breath, your eyes darting to Alpine as your heart rate picks up.

“He’s home,” you whisper. “I’m so scared.”

Alpine hops off the back of the couch and saunters over to the door, sitting and waiting for Bucky. You grab the cookie jar off the counter, opening it and shoving a cookie in your mouth just as the door opens.

Bucky appears in the doorway, filling the whole frame with his broad shoulders, and you turn to look at him.

“Hiya doll,” he says, smiling.

You stop chewing the cookie and stare. He stands still, barely acknowledging Alpine as the white fluffy cat meanders between his legs and asks for attention.

“Well?” Bucky says, holding out his hands.

Forgetting the cookie in your mouth, you suck in a breath and start to choke, crumbs flying everywhere. You walk to the sink and turn on the water to get a drink, still coughing.

Bucky rushes up behind you, pressing you against the counter.

“Are you ok baby doll?” he asks.

You nod yes and swallow, filling the glass of water to the top. You take a slow sip, acutely aware of his hard body lined up with yours.

You finish on an exhale and stay put, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you gonna look at me?” he muses as his hands slide over your curves and settle on your waist.

You slowly turn in his arms, your eyes staying on his chest as you reach out to toy with his dog tags. His metal fingers ghost along your arm and leave a trail of goosebumps before they trace the outline of your collarbone.

“Doll?” he murmurs, grazing his fingers higher, the motions deliberate.

His thumb caresses your neck then settles under your chin.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes lift to his and wander over this face. His hair.

“Bucky,” you breathe out.

Your fingers rake through his short strands and scrape down the back of his neck until you’re pulling his lips to yours. The kiss is heated and desperate and you keep tugging on whatever strands of hair you can get your hands on.

He lifts you into his arms, sliding you over and sitting you on the counter. His hands are everywhere as he works to get you out of your clothes, your own fingers fumbling with his jeans.

“So, I guess that means you like it,” he simpers, his body spread out like a starfish on the floor as you lay next to him.

He turns his head to look at you before rolling over and pulling you into him.

“Yea. I like it,” you mumble into his bare chest.

“What was that doll face?” he prods. “Did you say you liked it?”

“Bucky!”

“Baby you jumped me the minute I walked in the door. You’re allowed to admit you like my hair short.”

“I did not!” you retort dramatically. “I nearly choked to death on that cookie. It was one of those ‘oh my god I almost died’ moments and you know…”

He stares at you for a few seconds, his eyebrows slightly drawn in and his lips parted and then he curls up and cackles.

“You’re unbelievable!” he says through his laughter.

You start flailing your arms and hitting him, having trouble keeping your own smile hidden. He grabs your wrists and rolls on top of you, effectively ending your attack.

“Do you wanna try it out again?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

You huff and lift your chin defiantly.

“Oh, I see. You’re giving me the silent treatment again,” he teases. “I can fix that.”

He slides down your body, leaving a path of warm kisses and spreads your legs open. Your hands instinctively fall to his hair, combing through the soft strands before giving them a tug and pulling him between your legs.

He breathes you in and you can feel his smile against your skin as he moves closer, your moan impossible to stop when you feel the first brush of his tongue.

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[chaos-le-mieux]

Undertale 8th Anniversary: Chara Tribute

OMG, This took so much longer than I wanted it to. Mostly because Life has been so vexing and taxing recently, just didn't have the time I wanted to pour into this. It feels Both Rushed and not at the same time... though Overall I still think it's an improvement from last year. ^ -^

My Submission for the Undertale Community Project 2023

How do I organize this?... uhh...

Left to Right, Front Row, then Back Row... I think that'll be good.

Epic!Chara, by @yugogeer012, doing an Epic hair flip! Wonder if they're trying to impress anyone o 3o

Skelechara, by @insanelyadd, I think they're excited to see so many other versions of themselves 

Lutetale Chara, by @wolfkice, they seem to have stumbled into quite the adventure. They give me classic Legend of Zelda Vibes ^ -^

Determinationtale Chara, by @creatorofcastell, the first of several Classic looking Chara's

Classic Chara, by Toby Fox, The Original... in my art style.. so not quite original, but can't have a tribute without a representation of the OG!

NewStepTale Chara, by @kamikotorayama391, they missed the memo on dressing nice for the occasion... I'm sure it's fine XD

Endfultale Chara Elwood, by @puppyc00lmarzipan, one of the smollest, cutest, little beans <3

Ask KFC Chara, by @somedancingpineapple, fun and sassy little child, lol

Data!Chara, by @ask-dcf, I mean, they have a poncho, that's all you need really

A little Green Ghost, by @askdwoostablook, they're a Chara who's also a Green Ghost and many other things :v

Spiteful Chara by, EwanDreamur, don't actually know to much about this one, but they're a ghost with spirits, so that's cool =)

Reaper!Chara by @renrink, cool, calm, and collected. Plus their cloak looks nice ^ v^

Error!Chara, by @chaos-le-mieux, well, my version of Error Chara anyway. They're just excited to be in a group of Chara's. (Chara Bias much?)

Chara of the Dead Chara a.ka. Vampire!Chara, by  @charaofthedead, probably the most fashionable Chara of the group. Gotta respect the Rizz!

 Spirit Chara, by @xjunjox, a mysterious ghostly red Chara o vo

15 Chara's!! My god, so many links. If you're not following these peeps, do so, They're all great ^ -^ Also, one things to note about this years Tribute. Each Chara if from an artist who's drawn or featured my Chara in the past (well, with the exception of Toby Fox of course). Whether it be through commission or good will. This tribute doubles as a thank you to everyone who's drawn my dorky little Error.

Happy (early) Anniversary Undertale. Looking forward to more great content from this community ^ -^

Have Fun~

Undertale © Toby Fox

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - Ch. 1

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Oh, hi, guys! Welcome to my new hyper fixation!! *fireworks* *champagne glasses* *me smiling like a maniac*

I really hope you like this new au! My other ones are still in progress, I’m just really excited about this lol

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of sketchy cigars, mentions of a fistfight, mentions of a sprained ankle, promises of smutty times

Words: 3,3k

This party was falling apart. Literally.

Uncle Orlon thought it was a good idea to bring Aelin to this year's Aviator's Ball, so she could meet her future bosses with a little less pressure. At first, it was all fancy uniforms, expensive drinks and small talk. Now that it was past midnight, some of the older officers with the highest ranks had left—Like Orlon and Darrow—, a drunk major knocked down a massive flower arrangement, and the guy Aelin was flirting with had offered her a very sketchy-looking cigar, which she politely declined.

When two lieutenants started a fistfight, Aelin knew it was time to go.

She speed walked through the crowd of people, and even bumped her shoulder against the party planner's, who was going toward the brawl. The poor girl.

When she finally stepped outside, it felt like she could finally breathe.

"Staying out of trouble?" A deep voice asked her. Aelin looked around until she found an officer leaning on the side of the stairs that led to the garden. With his face lit up by the moonlight and eyes sparkling as they studied each other, he was breathtaking. Or at least that was Aelin's first thought when she saw him.

Aelin walked towards him. Staying out of trouble was Uncle Orlon's only request, but she also didn't want to look bad in front of her future bosses and future coworkers. That sounded like a suicide mission.

"Seems like that's what you're doing."

The hot officer chuckled. "Turns out being locked up becomes really easy when you're in the military. Specially when you make yourself some unruly friends."

"Have you ever been to the guardhouse?"

"Fuck, no."

She leaned against the wall on his side and shook his hand. "I'm Aelin."

"Rowan."

Turning fully towards him, she flipped her hair back a little to expose her shoulders and cleavage. "It's really hot in here, isn't it?"

Rowan got sidetracked by her exposed skin for a millisecond, then his eyes snapped back to hers. "You think so?"

"I know so, and I think it's because of—"

"Global warming, I know. God, this city gets hotter each year."

"What?"

He tilted his head. "You don't agree? This city's weather is hell."

Aelin clamped her lips together and tried not to laugh, even though her shoulders were shaking already. "I was going to land a pickup line, Rowan."

"Oh." He blushed, and it was the most adorable thing. "I thought we were talking about carbon monoxide."

Aelin chuckled. "Well, you ruined my pickup line now."

"My roommate teaches me a lot of those, but I won't use them."

"Why?"

Rowan leaned sideways on the wall and smirked. "Because I'm not trying to pick you up, I'm feeling like pinning you down instead."

She looked up, gaping. Aelin could kill that blunt, sassy grin of his. Or kiss it. God, she really wanted to kiss him now. Since he noticed her minutes ago, actually.

It was beautiful, how that smirk melted as his eyes darkened. The fabric of his uniform under her fingertips and Aelin's hands going up until they reached the lapels and clenched.

With both hands on her waist, Rowan was already one breath away from her when he closed their lips together with small, tentative brushes. At least until Aelin closed her arms around his neck and almost crushed their faces together, deepening the kiss.

His hands were everywhere. Her hips, her waist, toying with the straps of her dress. All that clashing and flicking and grabbing was making her heartbeat go wild. When it became too much, Rowan grabbed her upper arms and mentioned to lean away, but Aelin gently bit his lower lip to stop him.

Stay here, she conveyed.

He gave her small, gentle kisses and rested his forehead against hers, both heavily breathing against each other.

"You're not someone's wife, right?"

"What?" she breathed. Aelin's mind was still foggy from the kiss, she must've heard the wrong thing.

He swallowed and slid his hand down her arms, squeezing her fingers at the end. "That's why Fenrys got into a fistfight at the party. He made out with another officer's wife."

Aelin leaned away to properly look at his face, trying to understand what was going on. First, who the hell is Fenrys? Second, did he just stop their kiss to ask if she was married? Because he was avoiding a fistfight?

She sighed. You know what, that was fair.

Shaking her head, Aelin wiggled all her ringless fingers.

His eyes assessed her lack of uniform. "Someone's daughter, then. I think that's even worse."

A troublesome smirk was her only answer. Well, she was someone's great-niece, but it became almost the same if she considered Orlon raised Aelin since she was eight.

Looking up, Rowan cursed under his breath. Probably calculating his chances of being punished for this if her date—Brigadier Galathynius, not that he knew it—discovered. Proving her theory right, he asked, "They outrank me, right?"

Aelin raised her eyebrows. "You want to fuck me or not?"

"What?" His eyes widened, then he flinched. "Fuck, sorry, babe." He trailed kisses from her jaw to her lips, tugging her closer by the waist.

She hummed. That was much better.

"Do you want to leave before this party burns itself to the ground?" He whispered in her ear.

She chuckled. "Sure."

They were silently walking wherever he was leading her. One-night stands were so awkward sometimes, but Aelin was feeling good about this one. There was something comforting about Rowan, but she was failing to point what exactly. At one point, their hands accidentally grazed, but he kept them there and slowly intertwined their fingers.

Aelin hid a grimace when she saw his car, though. "I live in the village." She pointed in the direction of one of the military villages they had close by. "We can go by foot."

"You think I'd drink in front of all my bosses?"

He had a good point. It seemed like he was the only officer who cared, though. She had no idea how he understood her concerns so quickly, but Aelin didn't want to think too hard on this.

"I thought you should know I just moved in and my house is... lacking." He scratched the back of his head. "If you don't mind."

"Oh." She tilted her head. "We can go to my place, if you think that's better."

His shoulders dropped in relief. "You're sure it won't cause trouble?"

"I know my way around those security cameras." Aelin waved him off and leaned her side on his car. "But I still need to know what's lacking in your house."

Rowan's cheeks went crimson in a heartbeat. "I have a bed, it just hasn't arrived yet."

Aelin started cackling, her body trembling with laughter as he stared at her with the corners of his lips tugging up.

"I physically have a matteress, though!" He yelled over her laughter and opened the car, "And a great wall."

Things got quieter inside the car, so it was Aelin's cue to update her boyfriend, who was a little back and forth between Doranelle and Rifthold these days. He never told her about his one-night stands, which she didn't mind, but it felt wrong to sleep with someone without telling him.

Aelin: found myself a hot officer for the night

Aelin: we're going to my place

Dorian: how hot is he

Aelin: 8,5 maybe?

Such a horrendous lie. Aelin never graded her boy toys above 9 because she felt better if only her actual boyfriend was a 10. Truth was, if Dorian is a 10, Rowan is at least a 12. Actually, he was so handsome it made a lot of sense grading him above maximum score.

Dorian: nice

Dorian: have fun babe x

Rowan cleared his throat when they arrived at the village. Quickly tucking her phone back inside her purse, Aelin gave the directions of her house and made him park two houses before.

They silently walked together, until she stopped him on the border between her house and the neighbor's.

"I'm assuming you don't want to get caught by the cameras, since you're so scared of my uncle."

His eyes sparkled now that she satisfied his curiosity. Or maybe made it worse. There was no way to know. "An uncle, then." Rowan raised his eyebrows. "I'm not scared of him, but it would be nice if you could assure me he won't put me in the guardhouse for this."

Aelin snorted. Orlon couldn't hurt a fly if he wanted to, and even Darrow was a huge softie inside. But just the thought of sneaking out a little with her hot officer sent a thrill down her spine, so she kept her mouth shut.

"This wall we're in, it's a blind spot." When Aelin looked at Rowan, he was the most focused she'd seen tonight. An airman ready for battle. "We'll follow that path until we reach the porch, then we climb on the first window. It's my cousin's room, but he doesn't live here anymore. Then I'll check if the coast is clear, and my room is the one right next to it. Got it?"

Rowan nodded, eyes still calculating their path.

"It's the only way to get inside without getting caught on camera," Aelin added.

"This sounds like my training."

Aelin made eye contact, her chest a little more thrusted out than before. "Is the reward as good?"

"Not really, no," he muttered, his eyes on her lips.

"Well, you'll have to work for it, Officer," she said before tugging his arm towards the low fence they needed to climb.

~~

From the moment Aelin decided she wanted to become a doctor, she knew she'd work at the Air Force General Hospital.

This was the place she came to get her first casket when she was nine, after falling from her rollerskates. The place Aelin reached for when she got a little too drunk at seventeen, and made Aedion flirt with the doctor so she wouldn't snitch on them to Uncle Orlon. She was comfortable there. It felt familiar.

During those early daydreams about her own life, Aelin never thought about the moments she'd wish she worked somewhere else, though. They were nothing more than fleeting thoughts, she loved her job. But they still happened on days like this.

When Aelin opened the X-ray images on her computer, the boy's ankle didn't seem to be broken. One small blessing.

His eyes went wide when she told him so. "But it feels like it is."

Aelin gave him a sympathetic smile. "It's just a sprain, but I'll prescribe you some painkillers and—"

"Good, now we can go back to training," his instructor interrupted.

A death glare was Aelin's only response before she continued, "And I need you to rest that feet for two days—"

"Absolutely not!" The unwanted instructor cut in again, making the boy freeze on his seat. "What's the point of painkillers if he can't even exercise?"

"Captain Whitethorn," she hissed, "I believe I am the doctor here."

He slowly turned to that terrified boy. "Do you mind giving the doctor and I a moment to speak?"

"No." Aelin got up before he could. "Captain Whitethorn and I can talk in another room." She pointed at his swollen ankle. "You rest that feet."

Rowan followed her to an empty room two doors down, and they closed the door, it was like... It was like every other day, actually.

"You." He pointed a finger at her. "Do not question my authority in front of my students, Lieutenant."

"And you." She pointed a finger back. "Do not question my authorithy as a doctor in front of my patients, asshole."

"I was not trying to—"

"Yes, you were!" Aelin screamed this time. "Every day, you question what, when, how—"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't need to question if you just—"

"If I just what?" She opened her arms, tired of this. "If I just acted exactly like you?"

Rowan just stared at her with that intense look of his.

Aelin took a deep breath. She wouldn't put sense in Rowan's head by screaming. She never did.

"Luca—"

He raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? You're trying to guilt trip me by using his first name?"

"It's his first week here, and he's already in the hospital, Rowan! He's a teenage boy! He's someone's kid!" Aelin yelled, her tone increasing with each argument.

"Don't you even think about mentioning my daughter! He's the one who enlisted. I'm just doing my job."

She sighed. "I know you are, but your teaching techniques..."

He scoffed. "Don't act like you didn't love my teaching techniques back then."

"Fuck you!"

There were two loud bangs in the door before Aelin's tiniest, angriest co-worker barged in.

"You two." Elide's finger darted between them before she continued. "Seriously? Again?"

Rowan didn't dare point out that he was being talked down by someone with a lower rank than his. He knew better than to argue with Elide.

She continued, "I'm going to discharge your patient, and you two are leaving. Now."

Aelin looked at her watch. Fuck, they needed to rush if they didn't want to be late.

She turned to Rowan. "I'll be in the car in 5." And stopped. Aelin slowly turned to Elide and said, "Tell the patient that Captain Whitethorn told him to go home and come back in two days."

Rowan clenched his jaw, arms already crossed, but said nothing. He knew he had no chance with Aelin and Elide together.

The drive was pretty silent after that, but not exactly comfortable. She knew their fight hadn't ended yet, but it had to for now. They needed to look composed for this.

They heard the deafening sound of children screaming before the car could park at the Air Force school, made specially for the children of the Air Force personnel. It wasn't one of those fancy Montessori schools with hyper-specialized teachers, but it was a good school right next to the village they lived in. It was the best choice for them.

Rowan didn't think so. And he always let her know that, from big arguments to the classic arms-crossed-and-narrowed-eyes thing he was doing now.

She wouldn’t acknowledge his dissatisfaction now, though. They walked together until the pre-K area, which was separated from the big kids', and it took no time at all until a soft set of limbs wrapped themselves around her legs.

Aelin crouched down to talk to her daughter and adjust that messy hair, taking it out of the front of her gorgeous deep green eyes, when Maisie's jaw fell. And she shrieked.

"DADDY!" Was the only thing she screamed before jumping on Rowan's arms, always ready to catch her. "You said you couldn't pick me up today."

Maisie's hair was completely her own, Aelin noticed as her daughter had her back turned at her, on her dad's arms. Not as pale as Rowan's, not as golden as Aelin's. She had Aelin's nose but, apart from that, Maisie looked like a small Rowan Whithethorn with chubby cheeks.

She was just waiting for her face to be right next to his and... yep, there it is. Copy, paste, add childish features. Genetics sounded a lot simpler than what she studied in college while looking at those two.

Rowan was spinning her around, and Mai's squeals of delight were almost deafning. For the first time since seeing Rowan today, Aelin felt like smiling.

They had conflicts, yes, but Aelin couldn't deny that he was a great dad. She had never resented Rowan for being the parent with the stronger genes, or Maisie for being so much like her father. On the contrary. She even thought it was cute, especially when she saw her daughter's little frown or her shy demeanor with strangers. Maisie's a Whitethorn through and through, or so Rowan's family point out every time they meet.

"How was your day, hun?" Aelin asked on the walk back to the car while brushing her little girl's hair back with her hand.

"I got the littlest, babiest grapes today." She stopped in the middle of the parking lot and opened the lunchbox. "Look!"

Inspecting it, Aelin noticed Maisie's littlest, babiest grapes looked like a car ran them over. "What happened to them?"

She took the lunchbox back and frowned. "I don't know. I slept with them at nap time to protect them, but it didn't work out."

Aelin's lips were clamped together, trying hard not to laugh. That little girl probably squished the poor grapes to death. Rowan seemed to think the same, from the way the corners of his lips were tugging up. Noticing Aelin's stare, he gave her a small smile while ruffling their daughter's hair. She quickly looked away.

They never picked her up together when Maisie was in daycare, but they were doing it as an encouragement now that she was still adapting to preschool.

She always missed one parent while in another's house, even if she spent no more than three days in each house and had daily goodnight calls. Every morning was a different meltdown because she says she doesn't like school, so promising Maisie that both parents would pick her up was a good way to stop a tantrum. Some days, at least.

Their daughter was asleep in the car seat, exhausted from preschooler life, so they kept quiet while Aelin drove Rowan back to base for his night class.

"I'll call you," was the only thing he said. Not goodbye or thank you for the ride.

Aelin knew she meant he'd call Maisie for their goodnight call, but she took the bait anyway. "No, you'll call Maisie."

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose, and Aelin could feel her body go tense again. He was the one annoyed, really?

"I don't understand why we keep having the same conversation over and over."

"Me neither, is that so hard to stop calling me and use the f—" she glanced at Maisie, still asleep. "Fucking parenting app?" Aelin whispered.

"You know what?" He leaned closer to her, hand resting on the car panel. "It is. I hate that app."

"I. Don't. Care. I can't have you calling me several times a day to ask stupid shit like if I packed Maisie's lunch."

Rowan frowned. "That kind of comment isn't helping, Aelin. In fact, it makes me even more concerned."

Was he implying that Aelin didn't care?

Heat flushed through her whole body as she saw red. "Get out of my car."

He didn't.

"Now!" Aelin whisper-yelled, still trying not to wake Maisie up. "Don't you have a student to screw or something?"

Rowan's eyes widened, and every feature of his face slowly started looking consumed by rage. From his glare to his reddened face.

He held back, though.

"You know what?" Rowan unfastened his seatbelt. "I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"Great." Aelin knew she had gone too far. She'd think about it the day she actually cared.

"And I'll call you as many times a day I want whenever you're with my daughter."

He got out and slammed the car door.

Rowan's body went taut at the same time Aelin flinched. They both knew what was happening now.

"Mommy, where's Daddy going?" Their daughter asked a moment later, rubbing her eyes.

Maisie's lips started wobbling the second she noticed Rowan was leaving, and she was wailing even before he could get into the backseat to soothe her. He kept saying that he'd see her at their goodnight call later and tomorrow at the pickup again, but nothing seemed to work.

Resting her head on the steering wheel and taking a deep breath, Aelin tried to think of something. The best bribes were always ice cream or more screen time. She needed to pick her weapons wisely.

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[bylertruther]

could u elaborate about your anger against buff will byers? genuine question, i dont mean to be rude! have a great day denise <3

mobile + sleep deprived so this is going to be All Over The Place but i'll list some thoughts in bullet points:

my anger isn't towards will being buff, my anger is over the fact that fandom has used noah schnapp's body type as a reason to mischaracterize will into someone that he isn't

finn has long hair and he's very skinny so he gets feminized by fandom a lot which bleeds into how fandom interacts with the character that he plays despite mike not having majority/majorly feminine traits

meanwhile noah grows up, goes through puberty, and gains a bit of muscle and suddenly will (in fandom's eyes) goes from being a sensitive, shy, sassy, and sweet kid to this macho guy that is super confident, super physically strong and athletic, and doesn't need to be saved or helped by anyone, and that literally sweeps people off their feet etc. like i'm sorry to tell you this but will is a damsel in distress lol. a HUUUUUUGE part of his character is that he was clocked way way way early as a young kid for being gay and that's why he got bullied. kids make fun of his clothes, they laugh at him, his father calls him slurs, teenagers and adults alike talk about him and his sexuality in a derogatory fashion, he gets called artistic and sensitive which in that era is the nice way of saying gay, etc etc. like. will turns into a scared hamster, he has the freeze response, he fights for his life but ultimately needs to accept help from others to save him, its about loving and being loved and allowing them to save you because there's nothing wrong with needing help, etc etc. like. will is canonically more effeminate than mike and yet bc finn is skinny with long hair and noah is bigger now people flip it around and that's just not who those characters are lol. they're CHARACTERS they're not finn and noah... and even then, noahs the one always wearing pink and wearing purses and who gets his (everything, really, but specifically) his sexuality picked the fuck apart bc of the way that he acts and so on and so forth. but, what...? he gets a couple of muscles and suddenly will is some macho hypermasc dude? why, because only skinny men can be seen as effeminate and sweet and sensitive and so on? since when is a body type a personality. its just so transparent that it's playing into the tiny subby girlboy x big buff hypermasc dom boy mlm stereotype and i Hate it.

another thing is that mike is always the one putting in the physical work, he jumps in without complaining, he helps carry people, he Knows How To Do Things etc etc while will is always the one off to the side letting everyone else work and when he Does do work it's the absolute bare minimum doing the easy part while sobbing and sighing and so on but... wait, noah has muscles so NAHHHH lets reverse it actually and make will the strong one and mike the weakling? why lol. what reason is there for this shift that came ONLY after noah's body changed.

mike is the knight in shining armor, he's the one that saves the damsel, he's the one that comes up with the plan and sees it through, he's the one trying his best even if he isn't always strong enough, he's the one protecting will with his body, he's the one hauling him up and moving him around, he's the one throwing hands IMMEDIATELY and throwing himself into the mix without hesitation, etc etc etc, meanwhile will is literally physically clinging to him, cowering behind him, looking to him to save him, and hyperventilating screaming crying whenever there's danger, and yet.... again..... after noah became no longer scrawny.... suddenly the roles in fanon got switched around? will literally draws mike as the guy standing in front of him, his knight in shining armor that he says has saved him in so many ways... and yet fandom wants to disregard that? just bc finn is skinny doesn't mean that mike isn't who he is. it doesn't mean that mike isn't capable and that he isn't the hero here. They Are Literally Characters they are not real they are not finn and noah they are CHARACTERS

they cast someone that was two years younger than everyone else with the babiest of babie faces for will because they wanted him to look a certain way and then when noah grew up they said they could either hide it or lean into it and guess what they did. they tried to hide it lmao. they put him in long sleeve shirts and baggy clothes (which laughably just made him look bigger lmao) and even asked noah to speak in a higher pitch. because guess what!!! noah is already not a Hypermasc Bodybuilder Worlds Strongest Man kind of guy, but will especially is NOT that. so why act like he is? will is Supposed to be the cute runt he represents so many things and included in that is innocence. everyone wants and has to protect him bc even though he's strong he still needs help. he cannot do this alone. the imagery of him being a speck compared to the mind flayer, a speck in the big big quarry, smaller than the rest of the party so much that he could literally disappear behind them, etc etc are all intentional.

like it just upsets me that noah gaining some muscle and growing taller made everyone turn will into someone that he isn't... there is nothing wrong with him being the way that he is and your body type does not change your entire fucking personality or life history....

(and you weren't being rude, you were just asking a question so don't even worry abt it!)

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 13 omg we're in the teens now 😯

let's go batchers 🤟 my phone is on 66% again and my internet is SHOCKING why does technology hate me 🙃

the Bad Batch 1x09

Hunter sounds so feral I'm-

I could be wrong ?? but I'm pretty sure every ep so far has started with the marauder flying ??

not the batch hesitating to jump 😭

Cad Bane locked Omega in a cell 😡 let our baby out

YES LITTLE FERAL BABY she gets it from Hunter

she's so sassy 💅

at least he polite "at your service" "little lady"

pfftt poor Todo

Daaad Taun We's here

Lama Su I'm gonna terminate you 😡

Omega is so much like Tech rn telling Todo how to fix his leg

Echo recognising Cad Bane 👀

I love it when they call Omega "the kid" 🥺

Jango mention 👀

BOBA MENTION 👀

Tech Omega dramatic sigh count: 5 (this ep lmao)

"my treatment is perfectly adequate" ~ Todo 😂

Omega misaligned his leg on purpose she's so smart fr 🥰

Tipoca city x cloud city 👀

Cad Bane: *realises Omega is gone* *angry toothpick noises*

AHHHH STOP 😭😭😭 when they hear Omega's voice on the comms Hunter and Echo turn to each other like 😯 they all move so quickly I just 😫😭

"by hook or by crook" ~ Cad Bane is really a fairytale villain lol

Omega and Hunter screaming for each other 🥲😫😭 screaming tearing my hair out flipping my bed throwing my phone to mars

Omega is so sad about Taun We 💔

Fennec Shand vs Cad Bane 👀 round 2 when ??

this is honestly such a great fight scene tho 👌

Omega seeing her reflection in the cloning tubes ... it's like poetry it rhymes

was that Tech or Echo flying 👀 some sort of spinny flippy Tech Turn

do we know any history of this cloning facility in the Lido system ??

CAN WE STOP THROWING THE CHILD PLEASE

surely Cad Bane knows where Boba is ?? does anybody know where Boba is rn ?? s3 ?? 🤞

Fennec: *knocks Cad Bane's hat back* Cad Bane: *growls*

lmao Omega jumping on Todo 💀 she's a perfect fit for the bad batch fr

Omega limping to the flight pods 🥺

Todo is so funny pls 😂 shout out to Seth Green for voicing him 🙌

Cad Bane's rocket boots where do I get some asking for a friend

OMEGA BRACING FOR A CRASH LANDING 😭

Wrecker pulling her out by her hands 🥺

WRECKER HUGGING OMEGA 😭

Omega hugging Hunter and him wincing 😫😭

"are you okay Omega? are you hurt?" Hunter learned this from Cut 🥺🤲💕

"Hunter you have to tell her" ~ Echo realising Omega is grown up enough to handle that kind of information and them respecting her enough to tell her the truth 💕🥰

lmao when did Fennec have time to sabotage Cad Bane's ship

Nala Se hiring Fennec to keep Omega away from Lama Su 👑

TECH SNORING

where is Echo sleeping ???

HUNTER HAS HIS FOOT UP ON THE DASH AKDSFSKAKADHAKSA

Omega: "I don't want to end up an experiment in a tube" Hunter: "that's not going to happen" Omega: "you can't fight them all" okay what if I cried forever

she turns her face away when she says that last one and he turns her whole chair around to face him 🥺🤲

he said "I promise" with such confidence PLS- 😭 I am BEGGING for s3 👀 I'm not even gonna say it I'm not risking jinxing anything

I am so totally completely normal about this whole episode !!! the bounty hunters the fight scenes the familiar faces (shout out to the queen herself Rena Owen 👑💕)

not long to go for s3 now my friends !!

[didyoulookforme]

postmattyyyyy <3 <3 <3

https://www.tumblr.com/headcarsbendlng/751309047891968000/more-of-my-missing-bf-since-no-one-knows-where-he

yes, there he absolutely is <3 <3 <3

the top right photo is so him seeking attention by putting on his best model self forward. also when he has the chain bracelet UGH i die 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

like, seeing him strutting about his apartment or yours just wearing his necklaces and bracelet. my mind just can't. also veins and handssss. sigh.

the bottom left photo is just him being a total nerd and you cannot help but just adore the perfect mix of dorkiness, sluttiness and sassiness that he brings into your life. this is a perfect example of a time when you'd call him marty healy (aka his dorky / nerdy alias that you've given him). if you really want to get under his skin, you call him martin healy and he'd just roll his eyes and flip you off before continuing rambling about whatever video game he's playing with hann while pretending to ignore you.

and what do we think about postmatty having a mohawk phase? i think maybe this comes into play during the summer / hotter months. there was a year that was especially hot and he goes all "fuck i can't do this long hair thing rn" since he has to walk outside for work all the time. i do think he'd consult you first tho, because he knows you love his curls. after all, you're also the one who cuts it for him once you start dating. imagine him sitting in your dining room with a towel over his shoulders, you beloved dog kevin on his lap, all while you give him a trim. yes, please. the mohawk was actually your idea telling him that it'd look good on him. he ponders on it, trying to imagine how he would look with it as we know he is a vain man. you promise him 124x over that you KNOW it would work, and that night that you shave the sides of his head and you take a look at the final result, your jaw literally drops to the floor because he's just too fucking hot for his own good. you also cannot help but get apprehensive as you KNOW all the girlies will be after him during the gigs lol. once matty sees the result, he cannot stop looking in the mirror, running his fingers through his new mohawk, telling you that he "fucking loves it" and that "you didn't an amazing job, babe." and of course, the next day he'd be flooding your phone with selfies of his new hair do <3

[ratheread]

Kotlc headcannons with no explanation bc why not.

I keep adding stuff lol. But after rereading this, I have a bunch of my opinions in here but still mainly headcannons.

•Sophie is short

•Biana is the shortest

•Marella is the same height as Biana

•Tam is tall

•So is linh

•Wylie is the tallest of the group

•Keefe is taller then fitz

•Keefe is like a head or more taller then sophie (It's cannon that he's atleast a little bit taller then her but still)

•I feel like Keefe would propose in the place they first kissed at

• Bianna thinks sokeefe cute but Fitz has some resentment and jealousy

•ELWIN SHIPS SOKEEFE

•So does Ro (Ik it's cannon so don't tell me it is)

•Literally everyone ships sokeefe except Grady and fitz.

•Keefe loves physical affection

•Keefe calls Sophie darling

•Dex starts liking biana after the kiss with Sophie

•Biana starts liking dex somewhere (Probably after book 5 idk tho)

•The painting Fitz gave Sophie in Legacy anytime she sees it she thinks of Keefe.

•Keefe is CONSTANTLY winking at Sophie

•Anytime Keefe says anything along the lines of "I know I'm amazing." He does a sassy little hair flip.

•Fintan and Marella gossip

•Elwin thinks of Sophie as a daughter

•Brant had another estate he lived in for the rest of the year that fintan gave him.

•Fitz is matched with chandelier (Sorry i had to)

•Wylie and Linh have something and I will fight someone over this.

•When Keefe and Sophie get married Keefe is taking Foster. I will fight someone over this

•Amy ships sokeefe

•Sophie keeps keefes letter under her pillow after he runs away and until he comes back.

•Sophie's snark/ attitude comes from missing Keefe/ being around him to much. And when he comes back he falls even more in love with her because of it.

•After Keefe comes back, and while Grady and Keefe are doing their training Grady warms up to Keefe.

• Jolie and brant were arguing about something (probably him trying to get her to recruit her to the neverseen) and he lost control of his ability and started the fire

•Jolie was in the black swan for a couple months before she died

•I know there isn't a ton to go off. But I think Kenric is still alive. But he staged his death. (The more I think the more plot holes I see)

•Kenralie has kissed.

I will add more later. But feel free comment or repost any kotlc headcannon you have. :)

[pancake-breakfast]

Finishing up Trigun volume twoooooo

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 2, Chapters 7-8 below.

Chapter 7: Demon's Eye

Look at this sassy pose. This man is not straight.

I just wanna note that, even without Monev or E.G. AND counting Legato as one of the Gung-Ho Guns, this spread does NOT bring their number up to 12. Or even 11.

Midvalley sure is smiley....

Dude. Legato's messing with people's brains in a whole different way now, apparently. I mean, he sticks out in a crowd, so it's particularly weird that they don't remember him. Come to think of it, how did that little street girl notice him if others didn't? Did he just... let her to make his point?

LOL, WW offering to give Legato a message for Vash....

They've only known each other for a bit, and already they're standing back to back.

Bye, Mr. Bondage Cross! I'm sure you, someone who featured on the cover of the volume, will not show up in any sort of meaningful way again in this entire series.

Vash seems suspicious.

Does... he smell Legato? I want to think he can smell Legato. I'm sure he's smelling, like, the big pile of rotting corpses... but it's funnier if he can smell Legato.

No one wants to talk about the terrifying man in a white coat.

It's... noteworthy that Vash has only described Legato by his clothes and not by his clearly strange-colored hair. He did the same when describing Legato to WW on the bus.

Yup, there's the blood he was smelling. These long shots with Vash in the foreground and devastation in the background....

Sudden lady!

Hello, Dominique! Glad you could join us! Now, if you'd please take a seat over there....

Nice of her to provide some context for the blood. I doubt Vash will be super-pleased, but it's still better than the alternative.

Yyyyyup. Vash is still Vash.

Dude. Vash. Rude.

Oh, she does have the same kind of coin as Monev.

Vash is gonna have a hard time of it here.... Story of Trigun....

Oof, no one wants to go on a full-out pilgrimage every time they go to church. Too many stairs.

Heh! That window looks like....

CROSS TO THE GUT

WW is correct. They are being quite rude with this welcome here.

LOL, Vash pussy shot.

"That wasn't humanly possible." Well, then, we need to consider other options, don't we?

Ok, I flipped back through the panels just to be sure, but... like, how in the HECK were we supposed to tell she's teleporting when she opens her mechanical eye??

Even if they miss, having a gun go off that close to your face seems unsafe....

I appreciate the level of detail that leaves the snaps he's missing off.

When your opponent is acting so weird you're momentarily caught off-guard and forget you're supposed to be killing him.

I forgot until just now that Vash is still running around sans one (1) arm.

Chapter 8: Fifth Moon

CW: Sexual abuse/assault reference/imagery

Shit, I recognize that title and I don't like it.

I figured they were leftover slavers because of their freaking leg poofs.

Heh. "Late Arrivals." I WONDER WHAT HE MEANS BY THAT.

Oh, good. They cleared it up pretty quick.

They keep calling the thing on Legato's right shoulder a torture device, but the only use I can think of for it is stabbing himself in the face when he moves wrong.

Stampede seems to have forgone the name "Chapel" for perhaps a more apt name. I wonder if "it "Chapel" will show up in Season 2?

Dude. Dominique. Overreaction.

Wait, did Vash just pass out?

No. No. Doctor bad. No doctor. Please send back. Surround the place with apples as a warding circle.

Who's this tall lady??

WW already having a crisis of conscience? Good good.

That's the real struggle, isn't it, Wolfy. VERY interested to see how Stampede handles this.

And I thought normal pregnancy was gross. Plants are on a whole other level.

Scary Vash is scary.

I'm sorry, I'm laughing so hard at Legato crying over Knives' rebirth. I know I shouldn't. This man's obsession just amuses the hell out of me sometimes.

Long-haired Knives! Long-haired Knives!

NM, Legato. I apologize for laughing. Long-haired Knives really is that beautiful.

If only the stomach stretch retreated that fast. Or... dissolved into a bunch of feathers shojo style. I'd take that, too. And I haven't even been pregnant.

We have no real idea where Vash is relative to Knives (aside from "in the same city"), and Vash is still screaming at him.

First glimpse of Vash's slutty windowed top.

Vash isn't wrong. AND he deserves to be slapped. Meryl is also right. Neither of them are listening. This happens a lot when everyone is shouting.

LOL, she hurt her hand on Vash's hard head.

Heheheheheh, Meryl has a cruuuuuuush....

It's interesting how, for once, as Vash goes forward with full intention of embracing his status as the Humanoid Typhoon, he's not wearing his iconic coat.

Iconic Vash back shot. I don't know why, in all the times I've seen it posted, I never thought to look at the color of his hair. I always assumed this shot was from Maximum. Even though I'm sure I read this volume back in the day. I just remember NOTHING from it.

Legato sure looks happy to see him. And heyyyyyy, someone in the background there has a big-ass cross....

Legato's getting a hell of a head-pat here....

ROFL, no one appreciates how much work it is to be a yandere. Knives shows up and he's like, "Screw you, Entire Con-Based Questline. And you, the quest-giver, in particular."

Ugh, I love love love this.

Knives really gets incredulous about Vash trying to shoot him. Also, My man needs to find himself some pants.

Legato looks kind of like a crushed spider here. He looks like he's still conscious, too, so I'm sure that's fun for him.

Of all the versions of Trigun, this version definitely has WW being the MOST clueless about the nature of Vash and Knives. Not in a "that's beyond me and I don't wanna know" way. In a "WTF did I get myself into, I don't think this is what I signed up for" sort of way.

Ugh, this interchange. It says SO MUCH about their relationship....

In the story up to this point, Knives has been built up to be this terrible, terrifying bad guy. But now that he's here, his primary concern seems to be Vash's well-being. Aside from his incredulous face when shouting at Vash for pointing a gun at him (again), his expression throughout this whole scene while he's focusing on Vash has been so soft.

Oop, all softness gone.

Something something body horror. Could you imagine having your whole being shift against your will at the touch of another person? If so, I'm sorry, 'cause the only things I can think of that do that are... trauma.

I do want to note that, should this come up in Stampede, they've set it up much better there. The very first time Knives and Vash have an encounter there, Knives touches him, and... it's not this bad, but it absolutely has an effect that Vash seems helpless to resist.

Something something rape imagery.

Heh, they're trying to save Legato.

All these folks were gathered here to supposedly help and protect Knives, and Knives is about to repeat the July incident even though everyone else around them would likely die.

Dude. Knives. You clearly don't give a shit how it feels to Vash. Ash Lynx had a whole speech about this kind of behavior in Banana Fish, and let me tell you, it did NOT conclude with people who behave like this harboring anything resembling love for their victims.

Dude. Vash, no!

Yes, he would.

Oh, babygirl Vash.... That's not the case.... Rem would tell you the same if you told her that.

WW looks... concerned.

Yeah, now they all have a constant reminder of what Vash the Stampede is. All they have to do is look up.

I really wonder how this will go down in Stampede given that they wrapped the aftermath, in particular, into the initial arc. Having Vash disappear for an additional two years seems unlikely.

Heh. The coat. Good luck, Coat.

Author Bonus Chapter: Welcome to the Future

It's funny to think of someone saying Nightow has no inner fire when one has a feel for the themes of Trigun. Just because someone isn't in your face about it doesn't mean they don't burn.

Tea heals so many woes....

Isn't this the story of any creative....

Dude, that's not a fortune. That's just life. In the internet age, you don't even have to leave your house to meet interesting people. May it indeed be fun.

[bleue-flora]

take your time with the anons! <3 post whatever you want I had no idea ur inbox even was full haha

*flips hair dramatically and says in sassy sarcastic tone* what can I say I’m just so popular everyone wants my opinion XD LOL

[the-cat-in-your-nightmares]

Hehe that was fun

(lol imagine a 7'6 cat getting up walking away in the most sassy way possible)

(He's flipping his non existent hair 😭)

*He then jumps onto the ceiling.*