#there are two bisexuals in that picture your honor

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

their face journeys mean so much to me

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

What made you fall in love with Copollo and how can we angst this with Hypollo?

I had to marinate this in my head for a bit haha

First - What Made Me Love Copollo?

I don't know if I have the words for it, but I shall try! XD

First of all, I do love me some of that simple, satisfying ships that make you smile - ie, Percabeth - but -

But. But.

There's something about those toxic relationships that are so interesting.

And Copollo has an especially interesting dynamic - Commodus is the more toxic one, but Apollo's the one with all the power. Usually it's only one person with both those things but it's split between them (and note: I said Commodus was the more toxic one - Apollo was also toxic. he was enabling Commodus.)

So the dynamic is one reason. But I also just...love their story.

They relate to each other on a level rarely reached. They had a genuine relationship that was more than carnal, or even just affectionate. They loved each other, and I do think Commodus had just as much of an effect on Apollo as Daphne and Hyacinthus did.

I mean come on.

Apollo gets nervous around trees because of Daphne = Apollo doesn't like water because of Commodus.

Apollo describes Hyacinthus as perfect = Apollo has thought of Commodus as perfect.

It's all right there^^^^

And with Apollo, it's like he's caught in this "I can fix him" / "he can make me worse" mindset.

With Commodus, he's been seeking validation his whole life and clings to Apollo's when it's given to him - and his sanity spirals when he looses it.

They're that perfect mix of "match made in heaven" and "match made in hell". They would have worked but they also could not.

It's just. such a tragedy. which FITS because ya know, Greek Tragedy TM ;)

AND OF COURSE THEIR INTERACTIONS ARNUMNUMNUM!!!!!

How they're so very casual with each other in that flashback. Apollo's bouncing grapes off Commodus's nose for crying out loud THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR-!

And then. In ToA. urhhhhhh it's so good. Commodus is That Ex with a picture of his ex on a dartboard. SERIOUSLY. and he THROWS KNIVES AT IT.

LIKE COME ON HOW MUCH MORE JILTED EX CAN YOU GET?

"dear heart", anybody? DEAR HEART? REMEMBER THAT?! I DO!!! LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY HEAD!!!!!

also the two innuendos in TDP and TTT are so good like come on Rick you know what you did there

and then. their final scene together. it's just. ARGHURHMMRM

Apollo reminisces on how he used to hold Commodus's hands with love. Commodus is so fucking eager to take a shot at him. Apollo screams him to death like omfg and the last thing - the last thing - Commodus hears is Apollo's pent-up heartbreak.

May I emphasize Apollo's pent-up heartbreak. HIS HEARTBREAK OVER THE LAST FEW MONTHS YES BUT ALSO HIS LIFETIME. WHICH MEANS COMMODUS IS LITERALLY GIVEN A FACE-FULL OF PROOF THAT APOLLO STILL CARED FOR HIM.

Two people in love, and their love going so wrong when one betrays the other - killing them! - and the other is suddenly hellbent on revenge?

It's all about that lovers to enemies, everybody. Enemies to lovers is good and all but what about loves to enemies.

It's so good armnumnum.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM OKAY I LOVE THESE BISEXUAL BITCHES MJHYJUFGH

inhale

exhale

i'm good now. ahem inspects ask angst it with Hyapollo now, eh?

Let's see here...

Well for one Commodus is 100% jealous of Hyacinthus. Like sorry I'm not moving from this hill I will die on this hill you will have to climb up this hill and drag me off it kicking and crying and screaming and clawing you. I'm not moving. crosses arms and sits down pouting

Meanwhile, in the Hyacinthus department, I think Hya would just...not really care? Or well, he'd care about how Apollo took the whole arc but he wouldn't be like "oh no he moved on :(" about it (Poly Apollo is canon y'all i don't make the rules!). more like "bitch you think I give a shit about you?" at Commodus. "YOU'RE NOT WORTH MY TIME!"

I also find it funny if it's this:

this hasn't really turned out as angst but the comedic potential is too good lmao XD

[changingplumbob]

As a "sim parent" (sim maker) we shouldn't have favorites - but we do. Post your favorite sim baby (the golden child) and least fav. Pass it on!

Oh my gosh I was going to do this and then I went in search of the perfect picture and of course got distracted daydreaming and forgot what I was doing 😭 ... but my sim reminded me any photo of her is top tier so...

It's Devin Villareal (formerly York) 100%, 110%. So many reasons, in no particular order...

She was made by "playing with genetics" using her parent sims so she is technically created by me, which a lot of my sims aren't. I'm not good at creating sims

I know good looks are subjective but to me she's attractive. I just like pretty things and pretty sims okay

She rolled being bisexual, a girl after my own heart

She seduced the girl who disliked her until she won her over

She thrives as the center of attention with her most common moods being happy and confident (could never be me)

She loves all of her family, even Kelly for some reason. She's as close to her younger brother Joey as she is to her best friends Charlie and Cassandra

Is actually intelligent despite her appearance, she would have to be to keep up with Luna. She was an A student and got her distinguished degree with honors

Looks good in any outfit I put her in

Enjoys being mama to her twins

Is Luna's biggest cheerleader (which Luna needs, her home life was a mess)

Truly never gets flirty moodlets from speaking to sims who aren't her wife

My least favourite... tricky... because they're both dead so I don't know that I can use them... Mortimer Goth was a horrible father, and James' wife Ophelia was just awful. Okay, thinking of my sims that are alive...

Dina and Nina Caliente, two more I made by combining a bunch of sims with play with genetics. They're still holding on to the Goth fortune. Dina got Mortimer to sign a document saying she would have control in the event anything happened to him and his wife. Now Bella is missing and Mortimer is dead so she's living large in the family home with her sister and twins conceived with Mortimer before his death. They're not active sims currently but I have a plan for bringing them back in after a couple more rotations and that's all I'll say because spoilers.

psst @marcishaun I can't send you an ask but I'm passing the above prompt on to you okay? Cool? Cool cool cool 😎

[written-in-flowers]

Not sure if requests are still open:) If they are and you’re still willing to write more Otto smut, I would absolutely love a continuation of the young Targaryen bride pleasuring Otto (maybe secret handjobs in the presence of others riling him up for later;) Either way, love your writing style and have a great day!!

Warnings: public handjob, public sex, breast play, breast worship, LOADS of dirty talk, lots of general sexual stuff being said, facial/deep throat, bisexual!reader, female!reader.

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You'd worn the crimson and gold gown tonight. He liked the way it fell off your shoulders, revealing just enough of your collarbone and shoulders before hooking to the golden clasps of your sleeves. The small reveal of skin, coupled with the ruby and gold necklace draped across your chest, made it hard for him to look away. A Targaryen princess, you sat on the dais with your family, seats of honor at a feast. Him being on the small council, he was a seat below on the platform. He couldn't stop himself from glancing over to look at you. He cursed The Gods for making a being so beautiful that she outshines every one in the room.

The wedding of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong ended, as all weddings do, with a feast. This included several different dishes, pitchers of wine and ale, lots of loud music and dancing. It was an opportunity for people to make connections, discuss topics and trends in the realm, and gossip. It is meant to be a happy occasion to celebrate the binding of two households. He sat with the small council members, listening to them mutter about the different concerns of the kingdom, while trying not to look at you too much. The last thing he needed was anyone noticing the King's Hand staring at the King's eldest daughter too long. Recently widowed, you were eligible for marriage again, but it was not something you expressed want for. Besides, Otto was old, had a daughter, and had been married once already. Neither of you wished to go through all this pageantry and foolishness all over again.

But still, he enjoyed his moments alone with you. He enjoyed the naughty, filthy things you both do in private. You did too. He knew from all the times you've sought him out.

"My Lord Hand."

He turned away from the dancers to see you standing beside him, holding two cups of wine. "Princess," he nodded, letting you take the seat opposite him, "How are you enjoying the festivities?"

"Quite well," you answered, drinking from your cup. "I'm very happy for my sister. Her and Harwin are a good match."

"Yes, both stubborn and prideful," he replied, sipping from his wine.

"But also kind-hearted and level-headed," you added. "Where is Alicent? I noticed she's not here yet."

"I'm sure she's with your father. Why?"

"Oh no reason," you leaned closer to him, and he felt something warm touch his thigh. He looked down under the table cloth to see your jeweled fingers squeeze his inner thigh. He coughed out his surprise and looked around. "I don't want to run the risk of a daughter seeing her father's cock in her step-daughter's hand."

"Y/N...Here?"

"Nobody's watching," you insisted. "Please, Otto? You didn't come to the sept this morning, and I didn't find out in the council chambers. I hope you haven't been avoiding me?"

"Never, Princess. My daughter had pregnancy complications this morning, so I was looking after her health."

"I hope everything is well now?"

He felt your hand go under his doublet and over his crotch. Your warm fingers danced over the seams covering his bulge, and lightly traced along it while he spoke.

"All well," he nodded. "The maester says it was minor and nothing to worry over."

Otto coughed when you cupped his balls and looked out to the dancers, drinking your wine and pretending nothing was happening. All the while he sat there, memorizing the feeling of your hand over his groin. His eyes fell to your chest for a moment, hoping to the gods nobody saw him, and pictured you topless. He recalled your last meeting where you let him fuck your tits again, and how pretty they looked covered in his cum.

"You're quite fond of them, aren't you?" you asked him with a smirk.

"Very fond," you could easily be talking about the children, not your gorgeous tits. "I love to see them when I can."

"If only you could..."

He began hardening against your hand. He wished you'd pull it out, and stroke him in earnest. A part of Otto wanted to tug down the rest of your dress and fondle your gorgeous breasts. He'd suck on your sweet nipples, letting them get hard in his mouth while you moaned. He'd once made you orgasm simply playing with them. His need grew hotter when you gripped the outline of his bulge and found the tip. He felt your thumb circle it tentatively. Why must you torture him so?

"What did you, um, do in the royal sept this morning, Princess?" he asked casually, forcing himself to drink more wine.

"Prayed to The Maiden that my sister's union is a happy one," you said, "And to The Mother that she has healthy children."

"The Maiden, hm?"

That meant you'd fingered yourself there. 'Mother' meant you'd taken your tits out as well. He thought of you sitting on the bench, your fingers in your cunt and your breasts exposed.

"Yes, she is the goddess of love," you said. "Hot...tight...wet...love."

You slowly untied his breeches. He glanced around to see they were alone at the table. Everyone else went off. Yet, the thought of someone possibly seeing him made him harder. What would people think of Lord Hightower getting a public handjob from the crown princess? Jealous, perhaps.

"Tell me more..."

"I started by praying to the Mother," you said, "Rubbing my nipples and pinching them the way you like." He gasped softly when your hand finally got into his pants. The tight fabric kept your hand right against his member, which wasn't a hinderance to you at all. "I licked my fingers and rolled my spit over each other, pretending it was your tongue and mouth on them instead. I put my legs on either side of the bench, using my dress as a cushion, and I guided my cunt over it...humping the bench because I couldn't ride your cock."

"Princess...Please, more."

"It felt so good, Otto," you continued. "I loved how my thin dress stuck to my wet lips, and I loved thinking about you being there, watching me do such dirty things in a holy place."

"If only I could've been there..."

"And you could watch my tits bounce."

"Did you finger it?"

"I did. I prayed to the Maiden right after, laying down on the bench and sliding my fingers over my pussy...wishing it was your dick the entire time."

"Come with me. Now."

He grabbed your hand, and quickly guided you to a door behind the dais. Nobody will noticed you'd both left. In the hallway leading to the outside, Otto immediately brought you to his lips. His cock became rock hard at the touch of your sweet mouth. Shaky hands began untying the top part of your gown, while yours fumbled with his breeches. In the darkness of one corner in the hall, Otto pushed you to the wall as he finally tugged down enough for your breasts to come out. He groaned at the sight of them hanging there, exposed and the nipples growing hard from the chilly winds. He could warm them. Otto grabbed both your breasts, and latched his lips to one of your nipples. He heard your soft mewls in every suckle, and your hand reaching back down into his pants.

"Tell me more, Princess," he grunted, feeling your cold rings on his hot member and how the contrast aroused him further, "Tell me what dirty things you did to you delicious cunt in that sept."

"I-I-I slowly started rubbing my clit, thinking of how much better your tongue would be," you said, watching Otto swirl his tongue over your nipple, "I stroked up and down." You started jerking him carefully, dragging your palm along his shaft and rubbing your thumb over his head each time. "My little lips getting wetter and wetter the longer I did it. I rubbed and rubbed, but it didn't feel like enough. I needed your cock. I wanted it so badly."

"Oh, Princess." He hand went underneath your dress, and he felt your slick sex wet his fingers. Lifting one of your legs, he started doing what you described in your story, using his fingers against your swollen clit. "How long have you been wet, darling?"

"Nearly all night," you said. "I've been trying to scratch the feeling since I got dressed for the wedding. Every time my breasts were out, I'd think about how much you love them, and how much I wished you were sucking on them-Otto, oh, Otto."

He'd stuck two of his fingers inside you. Your slutty pussy accepted him almost immediately, coating them in your juices and clenching them. He started a steady rhythm; his thumb worked your clit while his fingers went inside you.

"Not even my handmaiden and her pretty mouth could satisfy me," you breathed, moving down on his hand so his fingers went deeper. "She sometimes eats it for me when you can't. She has the sweetest tongue, and you'd love her tits."

He knew which handmaiden you spoke of. Her name was Emely. A pretty young thing with perky breasts and a round bottom, men drooled over her wherever she went. He knew Prince Daemon had the girl a few times when he visited you. Rumors whispered you'd purchased her from a brothel to curb your sexual appetite. It seems the rumors are true for once. Visions of the young woman lapping at your wet sex made him thrust up into your hand.

"You must invite her to the sept one day," he groaned into your ear, kissing the spot beneath it, "So we may all pray together."

"Does this mean my greedy lord will share me?"

"Only with another woman," he said, grabbing one of your breasts and sucking on them again. "I want to watch both of you pleasure each other before I fuck each of you. I want you both on top of me...sliding my cock between your tits until I cum all over you."

"Oh Otto, please, let's go now."

"Not now, Princess."

He wanted you to himself tonight. Lifting your dress to your waist, he kept one leg hip high while he slid his aching cock inside you. The both of you melted from the relief. Your pussy acted as a sleeve that squeezed his dick in every stroke. He kept his hands on your tits, massaging and pinching them as he charged into you. You both kept your moans low and soft as whispers while you fucked. Being in you was the best part of his day...several parts of the day. It appeared no amount of cock could fulfill your desires. He was happy to lend his services to the young, beautiful, sensual princess who was the object of his desires. In a few more pushes, Otto sensed your orgasm approaching. He started licking at your hard nipples, adding more fuel to the fire that eventually erupted into a muffled, repressed climax.

When he was close, you slipped him out of your pussy and into your mouth. Your warm lips sucked him eagerly; your hums of delight reached his tip whenever you took him in your throat. He'd cum in there. He'd make you swallow the entire load. He kept pushing until he was clawing at the wall in front of him, forcing his cock deep into your mouth as his cum shot from the tip. He heard you gulp it all down. In the dimness of torchlight, he saw his white semen on your tongue and around your lips as you sucked out the remains. From the gleam in your eyes, you were far from done with him. An appetizer to start off an unhealthy dinner course.

"I love your taste," you muttered, licking his shaft of all his cum. "I want more."

"Then let us go somewhere more private, Princess," he said, "And you can have more. Perhaps your pretty handmaiden can help."

"She'd love that."

Gods, he loved you.

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A/N: damn, we out here thirsting for this cunning, manipulative a-hole, aren't we? lol I love that this is starting to become a little series. This and the rosebud series are my favorites so far lol thanks for the request!

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Much Ado and Many Hugs

First in the planned series “Just Married”. 

Part 2 /  Part 3 / Bonus / Part 4

Steve Harrington x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: The Reader and her husband, Steve, are about to embark on their two-week long honeymoon road trip. The Party has come to see them off. 

Warnings: Swearing, references to sex, a very much alive and very much bisexual Eddie Munson, a bit o’ fluff. 

A/N: I had originally intended for this series to be super fluffy with maybe one smut piece, but seeing how this particular chapter went definitely switched my planning up. There will be smut galore. Also, that horrible excuse for a graphic was done on my phone and I apologize from the deepest parts of my soul for how just... awful it is.

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"Hold still, Y/N," Robin says. "Both of you, smile!"

You haven't stopped smiling, though; from the moment you said "I do", your cheeks have been permanently plump with joy, almost sore with how your smile refuses to quit. The same could be said for Steve, who stands with his arms wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed to your back as the two of you pose for the picture you insisted on having to document the very beginning of your honeymoon.

Robin presses the button and the camera spits out a Polaroid picture. It's dark at first, but the picture soon develops; you and Steve, ready to face this road trip of a honeymoon head on, stand in front of your recently purchased second-hand camper, before being surrounded by the kids (if you could even call these college-aged adults “kids” anymore) who came to see you off.

"Now one with all of us," Dustin insists, planting himself next to Steve as he beckons the whole Party forward.

Max and Lucas snuggle in next to you while El, Mike, Will, Nancy, and Jonathan fill out the back row. Eddie gets in front, laying on the ground and making the usual flamboyant show of himself.

"Come on, Robin," you say.

"Who's gonna take the picture?"

Conveniently, yours and Steve's neighbor passes by the small crowd, and you point at her. Robin catches her eye and politely asks if she would do the honors. Your neighbor smiles, nodding and taking the camera in hand.

"Say cheese!" she says as soon as Robin joins in.

"Cheeeeeeeese!" the party sings as your neighbor hits the button.

The camera spits out another photo, and your neighbor hands them back to Robin, who thanks her and shakes her hand.

"Look at this," Robin says, and the group gathers around to see the photo.

There are smiles all around, each and every one showing teeth, but there's one smile in particular you're searching for; Steve didn't even look at the camera, his big brown eyes set on you and his lips curled into the softest of expressions. His arm is around your shoulders, holding you close. Next to him, your eyes are closed from laughter and your cheeks puffed with a smile. Laced throughout the Party is joy, happiness, laughter, something you've all been needing since '83. It's like your wedding photos all over again.

"God, can we retake this?" Dustin says with a huff. "Steve's just looking at Y/N."

"Ever the romantic, Dustin," Max teases, rolling her eyes playfully. "It's actually really cute."

You glance up at Steve, catching him watching you before you pluck the picture from Robin's hands.

"It's perfect," you say.

"I'd say so," Steve replies.

"How long are you two love birds gonna be gone again?" Eddie asks, brushing himself off.

"Two weeks," Steve answers. "We're not touring the whole country, but we're gonna get started on it."

"A road trip for a honeymoon, though," Jonathan says, putting his arm around Nancy. "That's definitely an original idea."

You glance at Steve with a gleaming smile, remembering the conversation you had with him in the early days of your relationship; the pair of you had to be on the same page for the future, of course, especially in regards to your ideals and desires for the future. There were a few details to iron out between you, but for the most part, marriage and parenthood had always been something you both agreed on. The way he described wanting to hop in a camper with his six ("Six?!" you had exclaimed) little nuggets and see the country put his soul on display, lighting him up from the inside out. That day you knew deep down in your bones that you were going to marry Steve Harrington.

Your decision on a road trip for a honeymoon is basically family planning, an opportunity to scout out the best sites to take however many kids the pair of you end up having.

"It was her idea," Steve says, with a smile.

"The road trip was your idea, actually," you reply. "It was just my idea to do it for a honeymoon."

You watch as Dustin lugs your suitcase to the camper, grinning from ear to ear as the rest of the kids follow him inside. 

“Sounds like fun,” Eddie says. He looks at the two of you, mischief in his eyes. “So, how much of this road trip are you actually gonna spend seeing things and how much are you gonna spend, you know, bumping uglies?”

“Eddie!” Robin chastises, whacking one of his shoulders while Nancy whacks the other. 

You, however, take the joke in stride. 

“I don’t know, Eddie,” you laugh, waggling the camera at him. “But if you’re really that interested, we could take pictures and send them back to you.”

Eddie’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide with excitement. “You’d do that?”

“In your fucking dreams, Munson,” Steve says; there's little malice left in his voice anymore toward Eddie, especially in his post-nuptial phase. He gives him a good-natured shove, chuckling.

Eddie pauses for a moment as the rest of you start to meander toward the camper.

“What?” he says defensively. “You’re both hot, what do you want from me?”

Climbing in, you see that the Party have already made themselves comfortable on the furniture; El, Mike, and Will occupy the small couch while Lucas and Dustin bicker over who gets to try the bed out first. Max peeks into the cabinets and into the fridge before she looks up to see the elder members of the Party.

"Alright," Steve shouts over the noise, successfully getting a hold of everyone's attentions. "Look, we really appreciate you guys coming to see us off, but you gotta get your asses out of our RV, okay? We're already behind schedule."

"Okay, Dad," Dustin teases as he and Lucas rejoin everyone in the small space.

"Call me that again, Henderson, and see what happens."

"No," Eddie says, planting his hand on Dustin's shoulder. "He's not a dad yet. Although," he continues with a grin, "I do believe that by the time they come back, they might have changed that."

Eddie breaks into laughter as Dustin glances between you and Steve in confusion. It takes a moment for the remark to set in before his face contorts.

"Ew," he says, pushing past the group as Steve rolls his eyes and you giggle.

"Why are you so obsessed with our sex life?" Steve asks Eddie.

"Probably because he's not getting any right now," Robin jokes.

She and Nancy approach you with a small wrapped box you hadn't seen before, and they press it into your hands.

"Open this when you get on the road," Nancy says.

"What is it?" you ask, your fingers already itching to tear the wrapping paper off.

"It's just a little something to get his blood flowing," Robin says with a wink.

You snort. "Do you know how easy it is to get his blood flowing?"

Nancy tries to suppress a grin that Jonathan apparently doesn't notice, and Robin chuckles.

"Yeah," Robin concedes. "He is a horny little dude."

"Okay!" Steve shouts one more time. "Everybody out! It's almost ten o'clock, and we're already late! Let's go!"

He ushers the group back out into the summer sun. You leave the present on the passenger seat before you follow them out, eager for last-minute hugs and well-wishes. El and Max grab you first, pulling you in for a hug, before Dustin and Eddie steal you from them.

"Have fun, you guys," Eddie says before he shoves Dustin away. He puts his arms around you and Steve, pulling the two of you close. "Have a lot of fun. I'll be waiting on the news that I'm gonna be an uncle, just so you know."

"Don't worry," you say as Steve rolls his eyes yet again. "I'll write you a postcard with all the details of how we conceived."

Eddie seems to contemplate your offer.

"Are you fucking with me again? Because I think you know I'd love that."

"Sure thing, Eddie," Steve says sarcastically, shoving him away with a laugh.

After much ado and many hugs, you and Steve board the camper, closing the door behind you. Steve hops into the driver's seat and you take up the passenger seat with Nancy and Robin's present in hand. The camper roars to life and Steve puts it into gear. Outside the window, the Party waves and shouts as Steve backs into the road. A few of the kids chase after the camper as the journey starts, only stopping when you reach a speed they can't keep up with. You keep a fond eye on the Party in the rear view mirror until they shrink, and Steve turns a corner.

"It's just us now, babe," he says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

"Hell yeah it is," you answer. "Which reminds me..."

You gently take your hand back and focus on the present; your fingers excitedly tear the paper off, showing you a blank white box. You scoot the top off and gasp at the contents.

"Oh, Steve," you say as he slows for a stop sign. "Look."

You pull a lacy pair of black panties from the box with one hand, the matching bra with the other, as you smile wide at your husband.

He turns, his jaw dropping immediately as his eyes grow cloudy.

"I'm gonna need you to put those on right now," he says.

You giggle, spotting a note in the bottom of the box as you put the garments away.

"Happy Honeymoon, Y/N and Steve," you read aloud. "We hope you have fun seeing the sights, but we hope you have more fun when Steve sees this sight. Enjoy! Love, Robin and Nancy."

Steve shifts in his seat, moving his hand to the crotch of his jeans to adjust himself.

"Babe, I -"

The sound of a horn blaring behind you cuts him off before the two of you remember you're at a stop sign. Steve presses the accelerator, moving the camper forward once more.

You can't help but giggle.

"Don't worry, baby," you say, reaching over to grab his thigh. "We'll have plenty of time for that."

"But I want it noooowwww," he whines adorably, glancing at you every few seconds as he drives.

"Patience, Mr. Harrington."

"Not when it comes to my sexy as fuck wife, Mrs. Harrington," he retorts.

You smile, tossing the present into the living space behind you. The warmth of the moment settles throughout your body and you relax into the seat, lacing your fingers with Steve's as you journey on into marriage.

This, you think, is going to be so fun.

[big-wet-cas-eyes]

Welcome to my Destiel fic masterlist for 2022! I wrote a lot early on in the year, and sort of fell off toward the end, but I still wrote 85,000 words this year and I'm proud of that. I'm hoping I can get back into things next year so cross your fingers for me that inspiration strikes!

Thank you to all of my followers (and anyone who has read anything I've written) for your kind words when I do write things, and for sharing things that you liked. Having fanfiction as a creative outlet has been one of my favorite things in the last couple of years, and I'm so grateful to this fandom for how supportive and kind everyone is to a new writer.

Onto the fics!

Longer fics:

life was a willow | 34k words | E

Written for Pinefest with amazing art done by the incredible @betanoiz. I think this is my favorite fic I've ever written, and I still can't even describe how happy it made me to see the artwork that brought it to life. It's mindblowing to me that my story is the reason such breathtaking art exists.

When Dean’s favorite author becomes a regular at his bar, Dean knows he’s done for. He never could have anticipated the intense feelings that blossomed for the talented Castiel. There’s just one thing standing in his way of being with Castiel the way he truly wants: Castiel is waiting for his soulmate. Dean has spent his entire life hating the concept of soulmates. He just wants to live his life without the universe intervening. If the only way he can keep Castiel in his life is by swallowing his feelings, then that’s what he’ll do.

angels roll their eyes | 8k words | M

Written for the DeanCas Reverse bang inspired by an awesome piece of art done by the wonderful @birbgalaxy (and some delightful chapter dividers that make me smile every time I think of them). I don't think I've ever had so much fun writing a fic. It's hilarious, if I do say so myself, and I don't think I would have ever come up with this idea without the art prompt.

The plan is simple enough: if there’s already an angel using Dean as a vessel, then Michael can’t trick Dean into saying “yes.” So Castiel will wear Dean’s body for a few weeks and then leave as soon as Michael is out of the picture. That’s how it’s supposed to go at least.

where the spirit meets the bones | 22k words | M

Written for the DeanCas Big Bang featuring absolutely beautiful art done by the THEEE @wigglebox. I wasn't sure if I would ever finish writing this one, so I am really proud that I managed to get this one out of my brain. I was blown away by the artwork, which really sets the tone of the story.

When Dean and Sam start to investigate a haunted inn, Dean expects it to be just like any other case. But there’s a catch: the resident ghost, Cas, turns into a human for two weeks every year. Before they can move forward with the case, they have to find out what happened to give Cas this kind of afterlife. And more importantly, Dean has to figure out how to honor his commitment to hunting monsters while he’s slowly falling for a ghost.

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[wordborne]

How to Cure a Ghost

Ghost was honorably discharged after an accident that took two of his limbs.

It’s up to you, a veteran support worker, to take care of the mysterious man in the white skull mask.

TAGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Veteran Ghost, Disability, Ghost is bad at feelings, Bisexual Ghost, medical inaccuracies (probably) WORD COUNT: 1.8K

This was, by far, the strangest job interview you’ve had in years. It wasn’t at a high-profile office or a fancy café, but rather at a shady pub with sticky floors. Your potential employer, John MacTavish, wasn’t an ordinary man either. His eyes were too expressive, his smile genuine, the mohawk on his head adding a youthful air to him. He explained everything with a precision only a military member could have over a glass of scotch or two while you politely sipped on a pale ale.

“He doesn’t need much help, but some company would do the ol’ boy good.” John said and, without thinking much about it, you were shaking hands to seal the deal. 

The pay was good. Way too good for just company and some mental health support, which could only mean one thing:

It would be hard.

His name was Simon. Simon Riley. 48. Lost his right arm and leg during an explosion. Riley was honorably discharged six months ago and given top-notch prosthetics. Still, the bomb hit his dominant side and he couldn’t serve when the nanosecond delay between his brain and his limbs could jeopardize entire missions and he couldn’t hear well due to the tinnitus in his right ear.

That was a long way of saying he was a bitter, angry man.

You dressed to impress as you knocked on his door, not quite prepared, but not willing to back down either. A tall man opened the door. Blonde hair. Brown eyes. A skull mask covering the bottom part of his face. You were halfway through your usual introduction when he sighed.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

And, just like that, the door was shut in your face.

Simon didn’t know what he’d done.

You were outside his door at 8 a.m. sharp for the next two weeks. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t answering. 

He opened the door on the 15th day.

“Johnny sent you, didn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“No doubt you’re so annoying. Get in.”

His place was dutifully clean. No medals decorating the place. No pictures. Absolutely nothing that wasn’t the bare minimum. Still, it seemed Simon didn’t need any help with daily chores. He made tea and sat down by the table, ignoring you until the clock struck five and you had to leave after a light dusting and a small questioning he refused to answer.

“See you tomorrow, Simon.”

It took him a month to warm up to you. A whole month of silent visits and him giving you the cold shoulder to understand you weren’t there to coddle him or feel sorry for him. You were there to work. Help him clean and oil his prosthetics. Make meals and do chores when the phantom pain became too much to bear.  It took him another two weeks to ask for help. “I can’t tie my bloody shoes.” His flesh hand was shaking with anger, the mechanic one’s fingers twitching every now and then. You’ve seen these things before. How a little action could snowball into a full-blown anger-panic-anger loop. You kneeled down to tie the laces like bunny ears.  “Not like that,” He said, and you merely watched with a smile as he undid them and redid them just like he did in the army: pulling them tight, wrapping the laces around the ankle, and tucking them in.

“Good job, Lieutenant.” He realized it a little too late, tossing a glare your way, brows knitting. You held his stare, smiling in a way that reached all the way to the corners of your eyes. The frown stayed on his face the entire day.

Simon hated hospitals. In fact, he’d missed all of his appointments for the last three months. It was always the same, he’d say. And you had to drag his ass out of the house and bring him into your tiny sedan so he could get everything sorted out. His limbs. His ear. His disability checks.

He hated those last ones with a burning passion. 

“I’m not fuckin’ disabled just because I have a metal arm.”

And a leg. And a fucked-up ear. And nightmares that still haunted him at night. Sometimes, John would call on your day off at three in the morning, telling you to please drive over. He’d pay you extra. Hell, double if you could just show up and crack some shitty jokes or have a couple of glasses of bourbon with Simon. 

He had PTSD. Neither of them mentioned it before. You added it to his personal file. He refused to see a therapist, so a psychiatrist was out of the question but, sometimes, after he’d had a few, he’d tell you about his childhood. About his father and the dead animals and all the blood.

About the bomb.

About Johnny. 

Everything about his life was bitter. Doused in gasoline and set on fire. Still, he indulged you with jokes that made you groan. Bough coffee because you were, in his words, uncultured by not drinking tea. 

Simon Riley was many things. A good man was one of them.

He had friends over on your day off. His old team. The ashtray was full but he’d cleaned most of the place until he was bone tired. John was the one who opened the door the morning after, smiling and moving aside to let you in. Offering you a cup of Joe. 

“You were together once, weren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?” He replied. “We broke up after the bomb. It was supposed to hit me, but he pushed me out of the way. I think that, somewhere deep inside, he wished he wouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Lad was fuckin’ miserable when he was recovering. Wouldn’t look me in the eye.”

“Maybe he felt guilty.”

John hummed. “He was always on about things happening on his watch. Maybe this is his way of protecting me.” He said and, after a small pause and a smile, he added: “Wouldn’t mind if he found anyone else, though.”

You took a sip of scalding coffee.

Simon made you cry once. “People like me aren’t meant to retire. We are meant to die out in the field or bleedin’ out in a hospital bed. Johnny only sent you here to make sure I don’t kill myself one of these days.” The outburst seemingly came out of nowhere after you found his purple heart hidden while cleaning and tried to place it around somewhere. It was something to be proud of, you’d said. A reminder of who he was. What he was made of.  He didn’t like it. “Simon-“ “Don’t fuckin' ‘Simon’ me. You are a veteran worker, aren’t you? You know how we live. This is fuckin’ hell.” And oh, how you wished the tears didn’t prick your eyes. That they wouldn’t form until they blurred your vision and spilled out because you knew exactly what he was talking about. How many vets had you seen living in the streets? How many more had, after a good day, purchased a gun to end it all? How many times had you come to their homes only to frantically call 911 and sit in the back of an ambulance, wondering if this was all worth it? “M’ sorry.” He said an hour later as you sat on the porch, handing you a glass of smooth bourbon that still burned your throat. And you told him it was okay. It was fine. Those things happened. 

And Simon was worth it. He was worth every second. Every inhale. Every space and every meal and your whole damn life, if he so desired.   Of course you didn’t say that.

Simon was a very expressive person. Not by conventional means, no, but with his eyes. One look could mean a thousand things, such as don’t touch that, I’m hungry, I need a smoke, I need a drink, Johnny called again and I need you to tell him to stop, I’m in pain and need you six feet away.

But your favorite one was the soft look he threw your way sometimes. Eyebrows relaxed. Jaw a bit slacked. He watched you oil and clean his prosthetics almost with reverence every third day. It didn’t matter if he’d snapped at you. Didn’t matter if you had a rough day and he could tell. You’d treat him just the same. Just as kind. And you had the fleeting thought that, maybe, he didn’t know exactly what kindness was. At least not like this. Not the type you did out of joy and not just because for, in the months you’d spent with Simon, you learned to like him and his odd ways. How he never showed his face. How his hair looked in the morning, all roughed up, eyes squinting at the light and a string of cusses leaving his lips after realizing he’d barely slept again. How he took his tea with no sugar but could eat half a box of pastries in one sitting. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen, no. 

You liked all your clients, sure. But you weren’t supposed to feel this way about them. Feel attraction. The type of affection that made your heart skip a beat and hold his hand just a little too long, knowing he wouldn’t feel it until he looked down and saw you drawing soothing circles on the back of it.

And today, he had enough.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, swiftly pushing his mask up before his chapped lips crashed against yours in a kiss that you wish you could be stuck in forever. He tasted like bourbon. Like tea and sugar. 

You didn’t stop him when he began to pull up your shirt.

Was it wrong to stop going home and opting to stay at Simon’s? 

Maybe.

Perhaps there was something among those lines in your code of ethics, but you could throw it out the window for him, and him only. Simon was different. He was rough around the edges but deep, deep down, he was soft. He wanted this. Yearned it. And you craved to give him everything he wanted and then some. 

The days were easy, the nights were hard but, with time, he’d just stare at you after a particularly nasty nightmare. Watch you sleep. Feel you breathe. His hand would find the skin showing from between your shirt and pajama pants to ground him. To know this was real. Wasn’t a dream. He was there. You were there. And you weren’t going anywhere. Not until the world fell apart or he wanted you out of his life.

You loved him. Deeply. Passionately. Endlessly. And you knew he felt the same, even if he didn’t show it in conventional ways. It was there in early-morning breakfasts. In lingering touches. In stolen kisses. In the way he laughed at your shitty jokes. In how he’d opened up more and more as time went by. As the months passed and the days seemed all like a content blur.

Simon Riley was in love with you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[mitchiegonewild]

aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class 

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

[bunk12bear]

Supernatural!xStranger Things crossover idea

Hey first of all since this is my idea it would feature destiel and steddie and obviously this which features some pretty heavy Cannon changes for both franchises. I'm probably not going to write this because I don't remember enough about supernatural but if by chance somebody does want to write this I would be very honored and just asked to be credited for the idea

Eddie survives the upside down goes on to graduate and deals with upside down nonsense for a little bit before it seems like they beat it for good. He and Steve get together at some point and Coroded coffin go on to become decently well known.

Cut to 1992 and a 13-year-old Dean Winchester has once again been left alone by John so has gone out to steal food for him and Sam and comes across corroded coffins new album (with a picture of the band on the cover) and decides to steal it too( because he wants to explore music beyond what his dad likes definitely not because he thinks the lead guitarist / front man is hot) cute heavily repressed bisexual Awakening.

10 years later 2002 Sam has gone off to college and John is once again in a bout of blaming Dean for it. Eddie and Steve's relationship gets outed to the public and John makes some homophobic comments about it. Meanwhile, a still heavily repressed Dean is freaking the fuck out because the Rockstar he definitely doesn't have a crush on what are you talking about, is gay. Maybe this revelation leads to some...interesting dreams but Dean avoidd thinking about them because he likes girls he can't be gay. Then a couple weeks later Steve ends up giving an interview about his and Eddie's relationship in which he says hes bisexual and explains what that means. Dean has a brief moment of self realization until John shuts it down with some classic biphobic comment about bisexuality not being real and it's just people looking for attention or something and still fearing and wanting to please his dad Dean goes back to repressing his sexuality

10 years after that 2012 Sam dean and cas (forgive me if they weren't all traveling together in 2012 I haven't watched the show in several years) hear about weird goings-on in a little town called Hawkins Indiana and decide to go out there to investigate. The weird goings-on are of course something to do with the upside down to the party convenes on Hawkins to deal with it. Sam and Dean find out about the upside down and the two groups bump into each other. After a moment of then there's nothing to worry about here innocent civilianing each other they team up to fight whatever is terrorizing Hawkins. Dean is mentally freaking out the whole time because his Crush Idol is also a monster hunter and watching him fight off interdimensional monsters with a makeshift Spear and a nail Shield is extremely hot badass. Maybe after one fight Dean walks in on Steven and Eddie patching each other's wounds tenderly and maybe even sharing a couple of kisses and tries very hard not to think about how much he wants that with Cas. In moments where they don't have fighting to distract them Dean definitely puts on his like Macho Man front to hide the fact that he still finds Eddie extremely attractive and of course Eddie's been in the public eye long enough to know what it's like when a man who's pretending to be straight as a crush on him so he sees right through the act. Something happens maybe Eddie's "protect lost Lambs" instinct kicks in and ends up sitting Dean down for a "you're allowed to like men it's okay being bisexual" talk. Dean comes to terms with his sexuality and gets together with Cass a full 7 years before he does it in Canon and they have the closest thing to a happily ever after that you can in Supernatural

bonus

Charlie( if they've met her and she's alive again don't remember much about the timeline anymore); are you kidding me Dean I've been trying for ages to get you into Dungeons & Dragons and you kept calling it a stupid pretend game for children but your celebrity crush asked you about it once and now it's the coolest thing ever?

Dean frantically looking through the small amount of clothes he has for things that he thinks Eddie would find cool.

Sam makes some crack about him being like a middle school girl who thinks that she can make her favorite boy band member fall in love with her at the concert.

Dean God I can't believe I'm on a hunt with Eddie Munson God he's so cool

Eddie in the distance being the weird nerd that he is

Sam yeah that's not the word I would choose to describe him but okay

[wipbigbang]

This is Round Two of the Artist Claims for the 2023 round of WIPBB. You may claim up to three fics this round. If you want only one fic, please fill out the form once with your top choices. If you want two fics, fill out the form twice with your first choice in the first form submission with one unique ID and the second choice in another submission with a different unique ID.

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Torchwood/The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

#178

Title: Passing Through

Pairing/Characters: Pairings: Jack Harkness/Dorian Gray | Characters: Jack Harkness, Dorian Gray, Henry Wotton, Josephine (Torchwood), Basil Hallward (mentioned), Sibyl Vane

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Heavy themes: brainwashing, grooming, suicide, substance abuse, Victorian attitudes. Brief mentions of: pregnancy and abortion, as well as a small trigger for emetophobia in one scene where Dorian is drunk

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Toxic relationship exploration, Suicide, Author wants to kill Henry Wotton, Brainwashing, Grooming, Blood Kink, Recreational drug use, Heavy Drinking, and the things that come with those, Author is a Dorian Gray apologist, Dorian is a victim okay?, He still mistreats people though, like leaving his baby mammas, he's got some hot takes, brief mentions of, Pregnancy, Abortions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, aka messing with the timeline for plot convenience, Torchwood One, London, Aliens, Abuse of Retcon, Victorian, Author is a history buff, Polari, Audio 07: The Victorian Age (Torchwood), Historical Accuracy, Absinthe, Hedonism, Period Typical Bigotry, Heavy Angst, and lots of sex, the two modes of this fic, bisexual Dorian Dray, Dorian Gray has ADHD, (it makes sense i promise), Protective Jack Harkness, You can't fix him Jack, Jack-Centric, Jack Harkness Being Jack Harkness, Dorian Gray Being Dorian Gray, they’re both so horny, BDSM, Jack Harkness is a switch, Dorian Gray is a Switch, Praise Kink, Impact Play, Bondage, degradation kink, Dorian Gray is a Brat, And we LOVE that for him, Author has a thing for emotionally torturing Jack Harkness more than his other characters, for some unknown reason, Dorian Gray gets second place, They both need hugs your honor, (insert joke about author’s Judge professor here)

Summary: Two immortal hedonists: One as true to himself as one could be, and the other in the depths of brainwashing and grooming, destroying every single person who got too close to him. The Picture of Dorian Gray wasn’t published yet, and yet, here was an incredibly beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed man claiming to be named Dorian Gray in front of Jack. Really, he should be a lot more cautious about this, or maybe do something professional about it. But also, Jack really wants to see where this goes.

Fuck Dorian Gray, ask questions later.Because that won't have any repercussions at all.

[jrueships]

maxey, haliburton

WHERE ARE THEIR BOYFRIENDS !?!? 😼

V ER Y astute question! which requires VERY astute answers!! luckily... you've come to the right place 😼..

LET'S START WITH MAXEY!!! and ill reblog with Haliburton because i got a Lot of maxey pictures... hes very girlfriend !! (& i have to do some research on hali.. he may be bisexual shoutout rising star pics.. but he is Also.... Cryptid..)

# 1. (in NO particular order..) Potential maxey boyfriend: SCOTTIE BARNES!!!!

reasons? : HE'S SO SMILEY & SWEET!! and so is maxey! They're probably the two most endearing rooks! ALSO their whole rising star segment??? HELLO they're adorable 🥰🥰 maxey not wanting a hug from scottie because he's so sweaty... scottie bein a happy goof n huggin him anyways.. maxey laughing for the camera then bein all 'ew' to scottie n wipin the sweat off LMAO. BUT THEN THEY EPICALLY FAIL AND THEYRE BOTH LAUGHING BUT SCOTTIE'S ACTUALLY RLLY EMBARRASSED AND MAXEY (who scored ZERO points in the entire rising star game) STARTS A HUG BECAUSE HE NOW KNOWS THAT'S HOW SCOTTIE SHOWS HIS LOVE LIKE !!!!! theyre so cute.. scottie hitting maxey with a screen and making him fall (maxey too WEAK 😿!!!), but trying to help him up before joel shoves him away.... maxey looking betrayed and shocked!! oh the capulet and Montague of it All... dont worry tho 😊 !! Scottie apologized during maxey's free-throws!!!! they always try talking when it's free-throw time! they are Frens 🥰🥰 boyfrens... even 🤔? maxey already got approved by vanvleet!!! just needs to hit the gym more..

#2 . Potential maxey boyfriend: Anthony edwards !! AAAANT!!!

there's a vid of fetus ant and fetus maxey interacting, fetus ant enters the scene and the first person he recognizes n daps up is "REESE!!" He totally ignores the guy standing right next to maxey too lmao. THEN he let's maxey get away with basically calling out to the whole world that he's about to tap in with his college. Literally let rap self-snitching happen but with maxey as the mc. Ant staring at the camera like 'bruh seriously just...' but he let's maxey call him out because ! he's MAXEY!!! he's so pretty and sweet! they are FRIENDS‼️ we love ant's loyalty <33 even to the accidental snitches here !

plus ant recovers by making a joke that maxey literally screamwails over he's laughing so hard. No one else is doubling over in movement like that for ant's quickass quip except for maxey. Like ok overly-giggly cheerleader who treats the star quarterback's every word like it's a late night show.. we get it 😭. Dude next to you GETS it, maxey... he Gets it .

He K n o w s . ( & i know he knows x2 !)

Maxey wanting to impress ant so bad he says and does the corniest shit and scores 0 points at the rising star game that ant literally Did Not care about 😭 just wanted to collect his bet money from the other rooks and go.... And ant ACTUALLY liking maxey but maxey having no idea he LIKES LIKES him like that so he tries so hard to seem loveable when in actuality he's always BEEN??? insane. ant already made his kermit character go to Kentucky. bro he LIKES you REESE! he wants to be your BOYfriend‼️‼️ just KISS HIM!! K I SS hIM!!!!

# 3. Potential Maxey Boyfriend : Immanuel Quickley

COLLEGE CRUSHES?????? FRIENDS TO LOVERS SLOWBURN 100K AOC ????? WHEN!!! iq will capitalize on ANY chance he gets with maxey near him to DRAW HIM CLOSE and HOLD him. Whether it's rubbing a hand down the arch of his spine, keeping a hand on his shoulder, a hand on his neck! IQ LOVES MAXEY AND MAXEY LOVES IQ!!! never NOT leans into the touches like a touchstarved cheetah! ( i almost typed cheeto lmao). AND THE LOVE DIDN'T CEASE AFTER COLLEGE!!!!! They STAY talkin bout each other on twitter! Maxey will guiltrip iq into answering his texts and calls!! Rting and qrting each other's stuff! IQ PUTTING TYRESE AS HIS HEADER?????? theyre friends to friendly competitors (iq dropping Maxey that one time...) to LOVERS, your HONOR !!!!!!!! i love them sm i NEED more content for them iNEED more PASSENGERS on this MICKEY MOUSE STEAMBOAT 🗣‼️‼️

# 4. Potential Maxey Boyfriend : nick richards <333

ANOTHER Kentucky teammate who fell for maxey would be 7ft Jamaican hornets player NICK richards !!! He was pick 42 at center! Hornets love their himbos... i swear..

BUT SERIOUSLY L O O K AT THESE PHOTOS.... lil 6"2 tyrese staring up at nick, who's probably distracted by some butterfly, all in love... he's looking exceptionally tiny here 😭. Then they decide to draft together even though nick only had one more year to go until he could get all 4 years of college in? But he graduated with 3 all so he could be with maxey?????? THEN THEIR FIRST GAME AGAINST EACH OTHER HE SURE DIDN'T FORGET IT AND RAN OVER TO HUG HIM BEFORE THE BALL COULD BE TIPPED!!!!! in front of EVERYBODY waiting to get ready!!! he loved him THAT much and couldn't WAIT till the game was done to hug him? HELLO?? HE'S SO SWEET 😭 AND DUMB... I CARE HIM SO.... pulling maxey onto his TIPTOES with the hug HELP !!! HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! it almost looks like they're kissing 😭 what's with maxey and having 'last minute change of mind lovers running off the plane that was going to move far far away in order to kiss and lice life together' trope with EVERYONE and the HUG action.... insane. his babygirl Rizz 😎😎

# 5. Potential Maxey Boyfriend : Desmond Bane

IT'S TIME PEOPLE START SHOWIN SOME DBANE APPRECIATION PLEASE !!! his FRECKLES?? his FACE? his ARMS????? LET'S GO LESBANES!!! but they were fr flirting the whole rising star game... ill make a separate post of the pictured interaction later but DUDE JUST TRUST ME!! theyre ditzy beach volleyball girl and mean beach volleyball girl. THEY JUST ARE!!!!! Maxey invites little kids to a game of beach volleyball with a beach ball and Desmond kicks sand in creeps' eyes who stare at his friends. Desmond applies Maxey's sunscreen and carries the beach umbrella. Maxey brings the fun towels and sandcastle kits !! He also applies Desmond's sunscreen where he spends EXTRA time rubbing in that PESKY sunscreen lotion for Des's arms. it's the ELBOWS he SWEARS - has absolutely NOTHING to do with those LETHAL weapons Desmond calls BICEPS and TRICEPS.. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!!! he SWEARS‼️

# 6. Potential Maxey Boyfriend : Paul Reed

IF YOU NEED A TEAMMATE BOYFRIEND THOUGH.... i THINK i found one... hello 6"9 BBall Paul 😊😊. he's VERY sweet and LOVES his momma!!! and he's a Gemini??? So is iq! inch resting..... mayheps maxey has found himself another buddy to bother ? there's not a LOT of content of these two together, i gotta make a note to actively look out for it next season, but from the slim seconds i've SEEN.... they're CUTE. Tyrese really REALLY loves Paul's nickname and he actually Will Not stop referring to him as "BBall Paul". he's. Obsessed. HE JUST THINKS IT'S SO FUNNY??? AND COOL??? does maxey have bigger muscles than paul??? LMFAO that's really funny to me i love that for him!! it's very girlboss malewife to me! in the BLOSSOM! the EARLY stages... we must Wait... and See. But so far they're so sweet and encouraging to each other... maxey loves bball Paul <3 i think he has an leetle crush !!

ANYWAYS THATS ALL I COULD FIT FOR MAXEY RN PICTURE-WISE, BUT I'LL PROBABLY FIND SOME MORE!! who knows! maybe YOU'LL find some more! or have already! LEMME KNOW!!!!!!!!! n lemme know your thoughts on these as well if you want! i'm ALWAYS up for listenin to what the moots have to say! HOPE U ENJOYED AND THESE MAKE SENSE!! CIAO‼️‼️‼️

[aparticularbandit]

Hi again Bandit, thank you for your reply to my ask.

I sent my original ask because I don’t know any other ace people outside of myself, and I’m not out to people irl, so I’ve never had a chance to ask another asexual person about their feelings when it comes to reading sexual scenes in fanfics.

I identify as ageosexual too! I asked how you feel reading sex scenes in reader insert type fics because when I read them, I don’t (or can’t) picture myself in the role of ‘reader’. My mind automatically inserts a character into the ‘reader’ role to make it into a character x character visual in my head. Because the thought of imagining myself involved in any sort of physical intimacy/sex scenes is so repulsive to me. But I didn’t know if I was the only person that did that, or if it was a common thing.

I never know how to explain my identity because my aceness confuses me a bit when it comes to labels to help describe myself. I’m not aromantic because I would definitely be open to a romantic relationship with a woman or a non binary person. And obviously I’m asexual but the characters I am ‘attracted’ to in fics are only ever women. So does that mean I’m a biromantic lesbian asexual too? Or would I have to be interested in men also to be biromantic? (I’m not interested in men at all in any way)

No problem! Labels are confusing and complicated and navigating all of this own your own without a support or someone to talk about it with is HARD. I did a lot of my learning on my own, too, which meant a lot of playing around with labels and not feeling quite comfortable with them because it can be hard to find one(s) that fit with your experiences! And it's so hard when you don't have someone else to talk to about all of it! I'm honored you're talking with me, tbh.

You do not have to be attracted to men to be biromantic. Bi usually refers to being attracted to two or more genders, so women and non-binary, being two or more, counts!

You can use that label if you want, if you feel it fits you best, but I would be careful with it. I know that there are a lot of people who would question the term biromantic lesbian because there's a lot of discourse over lesbian as a term being used solely for women who are attracted to other women. Historically speaking, that isn't true. The term lesbian - historically speaking - has also included bisexuals, and there's a post that actually went really in-depth on this with sources and everything; I've reblogged it before but my tag systems are. Actually not bad, but I've had this blog for years so trying to find one specific post in a lot of them is. rough. (This post is close to what I'm looking for in terms of historical context, but it's not the exact one. I can try and look more later and find it! I'm just. not in a reliable place to do so right now, unfortunately. If I do, I'll post it again so you can see it!) So I would use the term biromantic lesbian with caution because it can cause unwelcome reactions (the past couple of times I've brought it up, I've gotten questions about it that I don't answer because frankly I shouldn't have to defend my labels. I'm okay deleting and blocking unwelcome Nonnies, but if you're not - like, I want you to be aware there are potential risks in the label. Oddly enough, no one has asked about lesbian asexual, but I guess that's another thing).

I tend to use asexual in most company, because that's a term that's easy to explain without having to get into the messy complications of romantic orientation and what it means and why I use biromantic instead of panromantic (I liked how this post differentiated between the two and found my experiences lined up more with bi than pan, as my attractions to different genders is. different. I'm a sensual ace, which means I still want to kiss and make out and stuff, but I don't want to do any of that with guys. Just. No). Being able to clarify that you aren't aro is good if you're seeking a romantic relationship, even if you're not sure where on the romantic spectrum you fit or what label applies the best!

And that's the thing - labels are - they're fluid, you know? Finding a label that fits can change throughout your lifetime as you find ones that fit your experiences better (or as your experiences change), and that's fine! You should never be afraid of trying a label on, finding it doesn't fit, and switching to a different one, and you shouldn't have to worry about using multiple as a way to try and explain yourself when you find that one, on its own, doesn't fit.

And if you can't find a romantic orientation label that you like, you can always use alloromantic, which really just means that you aren't aro (like allosexual vs. asexual - doesn't mean attraction to all genders, just means you're definitely attracted to at least one gender).

[aprillikesthings]

waiting for a pizza to arrive and for a cake to cool enough to frost in honor of @malafight's birfday

SO gonna start the next episode

s2 ep7 reunion! (last ep of the second season by Netflix's numbering)

she still sleeps on a hard cot, just a pretty one ;_;

but also don't sleep with your hair up like that you will ruin your hair and your hairline omg

but also why do you sleep with A KNIFE

I mean yay this is the episode where we meet Bow's dads but also, again, trans!Bow headcanons stay winning

THE SOCKS WITH SANDALS LOLOL

aahaha

bless the animators for this one aaaaahahah (she thought she spotted Shadow Weaver)

omg he has a First Ones tattoo that's like us having a tattoo in like cuneiform. Or maybe Latin.

THIRTEEN??????

he says, in front of two princesses who are currently involved in a war

plot plot one of his dads fought in the original war and came back to his village destroyed and vowed to never get mixed up "princesses and their war" ever again

look I know Bow's giving a little speech about his dads but my brain saw this and went "...communion wafers?!"

(my church doesn't even DO wafers we do home-made gluten free bread)

OKAY so I remember when I saw this episode the first time, it occurred to me that in any other show, Bow pretending to go to a boarding school only to ACTUALLY be a rebel fighter would be an obvious analogy for being gay! Oh wait I found that post.

...why does Bow call his dads by their first names

also Adora keeps pronouncing everything in something weirdly close to a bad French accent--like putting the emphasize on the wrong syllables of any given word or phrase on a misguided attempt at sounding smart

another one for the "never pause she-ra" subreddit

also the SOUNDS Catra makes, the voice actor must've really had a good time with this one ahahaha

FANGIE (it took multiple tries to get this one)

but yeah Scorpia's attempt at comfort/cuddling did lead to Catra shouting her actual problem so it kinda worked

but yeah Hordak's little recorder baby heard the whole thing

BACK TO BOW'S DADS

cackling at them correcting "She-Ra." "We think it was 'Her-Ra'"

....i'm gonna have to edit the reddit post to add this one

Watching Bow's dads argue about whether Serenia was a real person sounds like people arguing over whether people from the Bible were real lol (for the record: in some cases we have outside evidence they existed and in some cases we do not)

DON'T GET TATTOOS IN LANGUAGES YOU CAN'T READ, FOLKS (without multiple people confirming the meaning)

also WHY can she read this stuff? did Shadow Weaver teach her? I forget

Bow's dads have a First Ones artifact, they ask Adora what it says, turns out it's a password (Eternia!) and it OPENS and--

whoops!

can we just enjoy the fact that three men are hiding behind a table while two women kick this monster's ass???

the monster just wanted the gem runestone shard they had sitting on display in the library and now it's a nice chill orb again

As someone who, again, was a child in the 1980's, the subversion of some tropes is just very, very pleasing.

That, and the sheer degree to which this is a HUGE analogy for coming out. Like. They hit all the narrative beats of people who are scared to come out only to find out their parents are actually fine with it.

On a personal note: when I was 25 and told my mom I had a girlfriend, her response was, and I quote, "Ew!" To which I responded: "Why are you picturing it, mom?!"

My dad figured out I wasn't straight before I told him, the same way a lot of people did, which was that I was (am) completely unsubtle about checking people out. (My brothers told me about this, side note; they'd overheard him trying to convince my mom I was bisexual and my mom kept saying "but she's had so many boyfriends" and my dad and brothers were like "do you know what bisexual means???")

That said when I realized I was gay and not into men anymore, I told my dad in the kitchen on Christmas after a couple glasses of wine by just blurting out completely apropos of nothing, "I think I'm just gay," to which he responded with a shrug and "Yeah, alright." Like, sure it could've gone better but also tbqfh it could've gone worse, so I'll take it.

(As mentioned on previous posts my dad is dead. My mom is completely chill about my partners.)

on a related note:

oh right this is when we lean Etheria doesn't have stars--up to that point I know I'd just interpreted the lack of stars in the night sky shots as like, an artistic choice

plot plot Serenia is a constellation that only appears over the Crimson Waste in the summer (oh they DO have seasons) and Bow's dads beg them not to go

Catra's just really cute here

anyway the little recorder critter plays Catra admitting to losing Shadow Weaver, Hordak uses a fancy magical device to suck all the air out of the space Catra's standing in and berates her for losing Shadow Weaver and lying about it until Catra passes out.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN

END OF SEASON TWOOOO

Also I'm full of pizza and cake :D

[briamichellewrites]

64

Rachel was a happy baby. She could laugh, coo and smile. At three months old, she was out of the newborn stage and was finally an infant. She was growing like a weed and needed new clothes. Brad loved his little girl and he loved being part of the Girl Dad Club, for which Dave was also a member of. She was sleeping more and always woke up with a smile. He was falling more in love with Elisa as he watched her with the two kids.

She loved the attention his band gave her while at the studio. They passed her around, depending on who was needed at the moment. Even Joe and Rob held her. She looked just like Jayde. They couldn’t wait to see what her personality would be. Cody was outgoing and energetic. Would she be the same way or would she be more shy? Mike guessed that she would be outgoing like her brother.

Three months. Jayde was on probation after completing rehab. She had been given twelve months, instead of twenty four because the judge could see she was making an effort to stay sober and was taking it seriously. What was her probation? She could not commit any crime – that included even a minor traffic violation, could not drive with any amount of drugs or alcohol in her system and she could not refuse any test if suspected of DUI. If she failed any of the requirements, she would be looking at prison.

Did she have any questions? No, Your Honor. Thank you. She was serious about turning her life around. Mike and Anna were proud of her for going through rehab. Now, she had to complete her probation. Ava had made up with Adam. He apologized for what he had said about Jayde. Even when he didn’t like everything she did, she was still her mother and he had to respect that.

Ava forgave him and moved back in with him. She reported to Anna that he was making more of an effort to be a good father to her. Good for him. He needed a kick in the ass sometimes.

Jason visited Jayde at home. He told her that he and Rob were dating. Oh. Was she okay with that? Yeah, she was just surprised. He laughed and admitted that he had known he was bisexual for a while and he was finding a way to come out. She didn’t care about his sexuality because it didn’t change who he was. That’s what Rob told him. He just wasn’t ready yet.

Don’t force it. Nobody can make that decision, except himself. What about her? She was getting used to being home after twelve months. Was she going to visit her daughter? Eventually. The adoption was something she was still working through. She was planning on not having any more kids until she was in a stable relationship. That was a good idea. Did she like cats? Like, the animal? He laughed and showed her a picture on his phone.

“That’s Holmes.”

“Oh my god! He’s adorable! I’m usually a dog person but he is so cute!”

“I’ll have to bring him over sometime, so you can meet him.”

Rob was thrilled she had given their relationship the go-ahead. She was one of the biggest supporters of the LGBT+ community and they knew that she would only want them to be happy. It didn’t matter if they were gay, bisexual or whatever. As long as they were happy. That’s what they wanted for her. Genuine happiness, without abuse and without drugs.

Dave jokingly added another condition for her probation. What was it? Not getting pregnant! She put her hands together like she was strangling him. That made them laugh. She was not planning on getting pregnant again until she was in a stable relationship. Good! She was going to go through a mental health screening because the therapist she was seeing in rehab recommended it. Was she at risk of developing anything?

She was at risk of developing PTSD, bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder because of her trauma and genetics. Her mother had Dissociative Identity Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder and bipolar disorder. Getting diagnosed and starting treatment would help her avoid relapse. They all wanted her to do it. How was her dog? He was the king of the house. They laughed.

“He was spoiled with attention for about twelve months and it went to his head. I actually talked to Jason. I think he’s bringing his cat the next time he’s in LA, so we’ll see how Bruno handles having to share the attention.”

“He’s bringing his cat”, Mike asked.

“He’s a cat dad. It’s adorable. He literally showed me a picture of him on his phone, like ‘You want to see my cat?’”

They laughed. Victoria’s Secret also wanted her to walk the runway for their next live show. Maroon 5 was supposed to be performing. Was she going to do it? She was sorely tempted. Why? Just for fun. Then, she was going back to music.

When Elisa came in with Cody and Rachel, they waited for her reaction to seeing her two kids. She gave her a hug before saying hello to Cody. He said hello to her with a big smile and then ran over to Rob. She then said hello to Rachel, who looked at her for a moment before giving her a smile. Did she want to hold her? Sure. She carefully handed her over and she held her in her arms.

“Wow. She’s gotten so big!”

Rachel waved her arms in happiness and cooed. She put her little head against her chest and yawned. It was nap time. The heat of her body made her tired. She rubbed her eyes before closing them. Jayde rubbed her back. Is she asleep? Yeah, she was. Rachel smiled for a moment. How was holding her? It was different than what she thought it was going to be. She thought she was going to burst into tears. Was she okay? Oh, yeah. She was still working through the emotions but she was better than she had been.

She couldn’t be a mother to her or Cody and she knew that they were both loved. They let her hold her for as long as she needed to. After ten minutes, she gave her back to Elisa. She then gave her another hug and thanked her. You are welcome! She was free to come over anytime and visit. Brad also gave her a hug. Thank you. She started a conversation with Cody. Was he in kindergarten? Yes!

He was going to be seven! They laughed. She thought that was very cool! He nodded then told her that they had a lizard at school! Was it a big lizard or small lizard? It was small and it liked to hide but it had a long tail. The teacher gave it vegetables to eat and bugs.

“Ew.”

He nodded. “Only the teacher feed the lizard but we can say hi to him.”

“What’s his name?”

“Uh.…”

“Bugs”, Brad reminded him.

“Oh, yeah!”

After everyone had left, Rob, Brad and Elisa sat down with Cody and Jayde. He asked his daddies who that woman was. Brad asked him if he remembered how they talked about him being adopted? He nodded. That woman he was talking to earlier was his birth mommy. He looked at Jayde and asked if he was in her tummy. Yes, he was. She loved him so much that she wanted better than what she could give him. The four of them helped answer his questions.

He wiped his tears. Was she still his mommy? If that was what he wanted. He wanted her to be his mommy and he wanted her, he pointed to Elisa, to be his mommy. Two mommies and two daddies. Okay. She could do that. Could she give him a hug? He nodded, so she came over to him and gave him a hug.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @jovichic-bonjovi4ever @borhap-au @beneathashadytree @duffs-shot-glass @geo-winchester @lokolokong-manunulat

[starcchild]

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

couldn’t put me back together again.

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Happy birthday to you from your friendly neighbourhood ikauv Carterio writer! 🎂😭 I hope you have a good birthday! I think it’s amazing how you’ve managed to create an OC that resonates with so many people. Carter is an inspiration, and the fact that she’s part of the LGBT+ community (even if she doesn’t fully understand it in the ikau) is so important. She’s bisexual and genderqueer and on top of this, she’s also half deaf, and has scars, and chronic pain in the ikau. I can’t stress enough how important these type of characters are, how necessary. Carter is flawed, she’s fleshed out, she’s human. And I can only thank you for creating a character that so many of us needed in order to feel a little more valid. I’m still honored you made an ACTUAL VERSE for my fic when you could just read it, enjoy it, but not necessarily make it part of her canon verses - especially considering the type of character Quentin is. You didn’t have to accept it as a canon thing and yet you did 😭 And idk, life has been HELL for everyone lately, and Carter is one of the many characters who help, who inspire us to put kindness out there (I put out ANGST sjdndjsn but I mean irl) so you should be very proud because I am proud of you and the OC you’ve made. You probably help more people than you know. As a birthday gift I made this lil ikau aesthetic for you! I wanted to convey the concept of it. From the first two pictures being vibrant in color, showing a young and happy Carter, and the stars with a creative, big font, to the arc reactor being put in her chest and a memory of Tony being happy (I was SO SAD while I edited it to make it black and white but keeping the color in his reactor) to the two bottom pictures being more dull in color, showing Carter who is now a shell of who she was, in a similar pose as her younger self, the empty sky with no stars, and a plain font which is smaller than the other one because her voice has become smaller and she is a plain person; she has no interests anymore or things she’s passionate about because Obadiah convinced her she must be useful and nothing else! 😭 I have to put symbolism and angst everywhere SORRY! I know this was sort of a long ramble but I didn’t want to just send you the aesthetic and wish you a happy birthday, I also wanted to help you remember how important it is that you made a character like this. And if maybe one day you think “my OC isn’t that good” re-read this and hopefully it’ll help! Happy birthday, happy pride month, and stay safe! 🙏🏻🎂😊

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((HI YES HELLO I’M

I JUST FDGSJHKSFHKJFGSD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG 😭 YOU’RE SO SWEET!! <33 I LOVE THE AESTHETIC AND EVERYTHING YOU SAID AND FSJHHJDFSLHFSDG

sdfgdfshj like god I wish I was better with ooc words omg, but I just,,, love this so much 😭 I’m absolutely flattered that you took the time to make the aesthetic and send me this absolutely lovely message, and I can’t thank you enough!! <3 I’m honestly floored that you’ve created the au to begin with, and I love seeing where you’re taking it!! And the fact that you and so many others have taken a liking to her is just,,, honestly beyond me at times, and I’m so glad y’all are enjoying my lil gremlin child 😭 

I created her for the hell of it to have fun and potentially do a fic about five years ago (almost six, actually!) and only one friend knew about her, since I just kept Carter to google docs. She’s gone through a lot of changes since then (though, funnily enough, her name has always been Carter, which is hilarious to me because I’m the absolute worst when it comes to picking a name for an oc and sticking with it fdhkjgfdshjfds), and there are a couple of things in her bio that are honestly personal to me, so she’s very much so my baby in a way. And I was honestly super worried about bringing her to attention? like either on tumblr as an rp oc or as a fic oc because I know how hard it is to have canon related ocs (and ocs in general) in such a setting since they get scrutinized to hell and back and I didn’t,,, really wanna go over that with her? because she honestly means a lot to me as an oc and because I’ve had ocs get absolutely slammed on in the past, so the fact that y’all have taken a liking to her and have been willing to at least give her a shot is just,,, honestly astounding fsdgjhsdfhj, and I seriously can’t thank y’all enough for that <3

anyway, again, thank you so much for this!! ;w; it honestly means a lot! <3

also, the song choice is *chef’s kiss* 

[sea-owl]

Your honor I'm in love with Raine and Eda's relationship but also I adore the idea of Stan and Eda being besties who commit crimes together.

Picture this:

Eda and Stan meet while doing a heist they both just happened to be on. For said heist they have to get married to infiltrate a couples only event.

They enter the event as the newlyweds Hal and Marilyn Forrester. They then to proceed to rob every rich person blind.

Eda and Stan are just best friends who sometimes pretend to be married for heists they go on. And sometimes they try to rob eqch other too. It's always back and forth on who robs who.

For liability reasons they never tell one another their real names. They always affectionately call each other their ex-husband/wife. It honestly just becomes a joke between the two of them.

Stan does know Eda is a witch. Woman does out right magic in front of him.

Eda knows about Ford. She's from another dimension and had promised Stan she could keep an eye out for his brother.

Well years down the line, when the Emperor is defeated, Raine and Eda have worked on their issues. Meanwhile on Earth the Stan twins are traveling the world on their boat, Ford needs to consult with an old friend.

Using a modified dimension hopper the Stans travel to the Boiling Isles to meet up with Ford's old friend Lilith. Who just so happens to be at the Owl House. Ford is excited to finally meet the infamous Owl Lady.

Lilith walks inside. "Hey Eda I have an old friend who wants-"

"Hal!"

"Marilyn!"

Ford and Lilith look between their siblings. "THAT'S YOUR EX?!" The siblings groan because crap there's two of them.

Stan and Eda ignore them as the two starting talking about their kids and pulling out pictures. At the same time they're trying to figure out if they can pull one last heist for old times sake.

Poor Raine is trying to figure out if they should be jealous or continue the bisexual crisis because oh Titan there's two of them.