#this is so good im hollerin

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 3

cw: tension, maybe yelling, sexual tension again because hes a perv at times.

you had a love hate relationship with nostalgia.

currently speaking, youve been on the phone with kinji for the last… five hours? used to be times that amount. he always loved hearing you apparently.

“when can i come see you?” he asked on the other line, hearing him tap the back of his phone in anticipation.

“im not too sure kin, you know hes always over here.” you said , phone right next to your ear while you lay. you had been drifting soon, maybe kinji picking up hints on that.

“is he there right now, mama?” he whispered, or was he just getting closer to the phone?

you felt a pull at your heart, and a small heat in your thighs. you suddenly becoming wide awake and breathed heavy. “uh uh.”

“oh good, so i can stop by and see you then.” he said, in that oh soft voice.

“no– he can just randomly pop up.” you said, hoping that he wouldnt care though and came by anyway.

“oh babydoll, you think id care about that? nah. i just wanna see you.” he said, on his end, he truly did want to see you. but you sound so good right now, to the point his boxers were tight.

“mmhh.. fine. but im mad since you made me miss my nap dummy.” you said, having a pout that he couldnt see.

“pretty girls dont pout ma, quit it.”

you immediately lost that pout.

three knocks is all it took for you to come to the door and open it, being greeted with the no other.

“hey mama.” he said, lazy grin plastered on his face while he looked down at you. “give my hug girl.”

you did hug him, feeling the heat in his body and that overflowed you. “jesus fuck your burning up. had a good bet or something?” you asked, pulling away.

“that was yesterday, you know im always burnin when i see you.” he said, closing the door with his heel and kicking his jordans off.

“thank you.”

both bodies plop on the couch, giving arm length space and looking away. kinji always paid you attention. he scoot next to you and wrapped a arm around your body, his hand landing on the fat of your hip. he grips it, leaning into you. “why you nervous?”

“im not nervous!” you shouted, scrunching your eyebrows together. you never learn do you?

“fuck you hollerin at?” he said, his hand finding a way to your jaw and making you look at him. you would remember how this goes.

until stupid ass sinji ruined the moment by knocking on the door, you having to get up and open it for him, and now, currently, you had to be snuggled up under his arm while kinji was on the other side of the room.

“so uhh.. how long have you known each other?” sinji asked, trying to pry information out from both of you. this was something he did always when he felt he should know, which technically he should know, but wasnt his business.

“two years.” kinji answered for you, eyes focused on the tv. he was tapping his foot, trying to warm up. soon as sinji showed up, he became cold. he hated the cold but if you were cold, it wasnt too bad he guess.

“i was asking my girlfriend, not you.” sinji said, attitude laced and holding you tight. causing kinji to snap his gaze towards you both. you looked uncomfortable, because sinji didnt do this unless he felt “possessive.” he sucked his teeth, bouncing his knee more in trying to not go off.

“two years, sinji.” you said, feeling uncomfortable and tapping your foot.

“didn’t know you go for.. those kinds of people.” he digged, looking at kinji and then back at you.

“whats kinds of people, sinji?” hakari spoke up, turning his whole head to him.

“im not talking to you–“

“nah nah nah, what kinds of people?” hakari said, slowly standing up and then causing sinji to stand up too.

“gamblers, since ya know, you always need money from the people who dont have the money.” sinji snided.

“sinji!” you shouted, getting in the middle.

you couldnt even tell hakari why he decided to start something when hakari towered over him. you looked at hakari , silently asking him to not destroy shit, since of his fighting style.

he sighed through his nose, calming himself and then chuckling. “you talking big boy shit when i can make a bet that i could have her right back here, and i could help her.. needs in every way possible.”

“she isnt like you, she knows where home is! ain that right baby?” he said, like some lost puppy.

“sure.” you said, rolling your eyes. you walked to the kitchen , opening the fridge and and popping a water bottle out.

“good, now you should leave.” sinji said, pointing at the door. “theres the door. try to lock it on your way out.”

“hes able to stay. you should be the one leaving since you disturbed the peace.” you said, causing hakari to chuckle and point at the door.

“theres the door, boy.” he said, having a lazy grin on his face. sly fucker.

sinji maybe muttered a few words and walked out the door, although slamming it. hakari then watched you walk over to the couch, your hip being softly pressed against it.

“youre not off the hook either, hakari!” you said, raising your voice. “that was pointless!”

“who you shoutin at?” he said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at you. he got closer–

“you! because you couldve fought and—“

you never learned, did you? you must like being fucked up. because you were suddenly bent over the couch arm, your ass cheeks pressed firm against his groin. he had his hand on the back of your neck, and he ever so often bumped his groin against your ass.

“he’s spoiled you rotten.” he said, snickering and having his free hand on your under cheek. “think i gotta remind you hm? because that bet is still going.” you felt heat in your thighs, squirming a bit. “jus gunna let you know now you gettin fucked up. when was the last time you got dick?”

“uh… maybe a year?” you said, why were you all shy and shit? you were also talking big girl shit. you squirmed more, only feeling his half hard-on.

“yeah, let me show you where that cervix is.”

next chapter is full of smut and fluff. it will most likely be heavy.

[xamaxenta]

someone wonders what sexy biker butch ace sees in a dry boring doctor like marco until you see marco roll up after a shift with messy hair and a gravelly voice on her big rumbling motorcycle (aces sexual awakening was marco teaching her to ride a bike at pops garage, marcos arms bracketing hers on the handlebars and ace is a big girl she got big ass shoulders but she feels Small boxed in by marco like that. boobs pressed against her back soft hair brushing her cheek low raspy voice in her ear saying Yeah Thats It, Give It A Little More Gas, one hand over aces on the accelerator What Are You Waiting For, Baby, Rev It Up the engine roars underneath them and ace feels like shes gonna cum in her pants right there .trying very hard not to make it too obvious (its obvious) marco chuckles. Feels Good, Yeah? ace leaves a wet smear on the leather seats.) and then you see the good doctor marco grab this metal studded leather wearing beastly butch, grips her by the face and shoves her tongue so far down her throat ace whimpers

got carried away with the marco part but i believe in equality SOOOO

sabo/ace doesnt make sense to anyone until you see sabo fighting dirty and playing dirty, shes got usbs of covert info tucked into her bra cups and a camera hidden under the drape of her dress, enough she just has to lift a leg and lets the split up the thigh spill open, drags a finger down and clicks a photo and no one is paying enough attention to anything other than her red lips and pretty blue eyes and that looooooong long leg.. ace picks her up in an alleyway on her bike as sabo walks out twirling her heels splattered in blood, lipstick smeared and shiny blonde hair clearly ripped at in a fight, bottom half of her dress torn clean off to give her better mobility and access to the messy knives strapped up and down her bloody, sticky, torn stocking thighs and she says Hey Handsome, Can I Get A Ride? and ace, no self preservation, ABSOLUTELY takes her home and fucks her against the counter till the neighbors send noise complaints

w-who are you???

genuinely im speechless wh

Where do i even start marco showing Ace how to handle a big gas guzzler motorcycle

Or that Ace is a big girl with those shoulders HELP IM YELLIN HOOTIN HOLLERIN

Or Sabo calling butch Ace handsome

This is overloading my brain i cant function

[semper-draca]

Mei looks so good in the benchmark wtf yall im hootin and hollerin

[sentanixiv]

The Donkey & The Ass (Rated T; alcohol)

Written to the advent calendar prompts of: - New horse, but it's a donkey - Lost and Found & "Care to explain how you ended up here in nothing but a union suit?"

- Sean encounters a very drunk Arthur Morgan riding into camp with a new friend, of sorts. Thank or curse @emmithar-blog and @danger-r-98-5 for the beautiful prompts they put into my advent. I adore them. 💕

Well if it weren't the most hootin' hollerin' hilarious thing that'd been seen in ages.

Right proper thing would've been offering a hand, a hat, or something of dignity, but Sean took pride in being anything but proper, so it was his hootin' and hollerin' that roused up camp the early hours of the morning.

And what inspired his being found all but rolling on the ground, holding his stomach because he were at real risk of laughing his breakfast up and out? The sight of Arthur bloody Morgan riding into camp, drunker than any skunk, half-fallen off a god-blessed donkey of all things, and wearing nothin' but his union suit. A step down from his birthday suit, but with it bein' a threadbare, worn-out thing, weren't much left to no imagination, if anyone were to catch his meanin' on that. And the man's humming some off-key song to top it all off, a serenade that no one needs to be hearin' at this early hour.

"What in th' fuck're y'doing, English?!" his wheezing demand, far and away from the cautious callout what'd challenge most on the approach to camp.

"M'riding in, dumbass," Arthur slurs as the donkey shuffles steadily forward. "What's it look like?"

The man's more than three sheets to the wind by his reckoning and Sean can hardly haul himself up from his arse where it landed in the dirt during the first guffaw. He manages with a mighty effort and grabs the donkey's bridle to halt the ride and the ass atop it from going no further.

"Sure y'are, King Arthur," Sean says agreeably, even as he moves to turn the donkey about to leave. "It's real cute, you thinkin' I'd let you tromp into camp when you ain't got a lick of sense left to ya."

Arthur's swipe at him nearly unhorses the man - though, reckon it'd be an un-donkeying with his steed being about as much a horse as Sean is . "What's real 'cute' is you thinkin' you got some sorta sway in it," he mutters with a chuckle at some slippery thought in his liquor-fogged head.

"Tell y'what, English," Sean says, taunts him even by the grin he bears. "Ye get this here donkey turned back around and into camp? I'll let ye be! But I'd put money on ye hittin' the ground 'fore anythin' more."

"He ain't Donkey!" The correction sees Arthur straighten up to his intimidatin' full height, no matter the lessened effect of it when it's done in his union suit, soaked in booze, and riding an ass. He blinks blearily and angles a glare at Sean what takes him two attempts to be within the same cardinal direction as him. "This here's Franklin. S'my good pal," he says, patting the donkey twice on the neck. "Been havin' some hard times, him. Mules're tryin' to take his work, so's… I bought him a drink." Arthur pauses, eyes unfocused as some recollection strikes him. "Well, I tried to buy 'im a drink, only them high society wannabes at the saloon said somethin' 'bout no donkeys allowed." He snorts, cries out indignantly. "No donkeys? What kinda hole-in-the-wall place says donkeys ain't allowed?"

The donkey - Franklin - brays and it's either in agreement, or annoyance that Sean clapped a hand down on his hindquarters to make him lurch forward and away from camp.

"S'right, Franklin!" Arthur leans over the donkey, arms laying lax on either side of his neck, and buries his face into his coat. "Yer a fine donkey, they don't deserve none of yer class, boy."

Sean watches as the pair amble onwards, the challenge of coming to camp forgotten. When they disappear into the predawn darkness, he hitches up his pants and nods, right pleased with himself. Turns back to his watch, only to near stumble into the face and person of John Marston - man what'd gone and manifested there while he was busy seein' to business. "Jay-sus, Marston, y'tryin' to stop me heart?!"

John's grin is grim, his wit dry as he replies. "You think I wouldn't've tried scaring you to death long ago if I'd thought it'd work?"

"Now don't be getting all sour, boy!" Sean admonishes, smoothing down his waistcoat, getting his scraps of dignity back. "It's unseemly and y'don't want to become ol' English, sourer than spoiled milk."

Reference to Arthur gets John's scrutiny off him and onto the indistinct shapes of the shadows beyond. "What was all that about?" he asks, nodding to where the donkey disappeared.

Sean scoffs. "Nothin' that the Irish Terrier couldn't handle!" he proudly proclaims. "Just Arthur bloody Morgan riding in on a donkey, drunker than a skunk and wearin' nothin' but his union suit, if you'd believe it!"

'Troubled' is how he describes the expression taking hold of Marston's face, followed quick by concern that's even faster drowned under irritation. "And that don't seem odd to you?" he asks, and it's a challenge by the sharpness of his tone.

"Morgan likes his alcohol and who'm I to be keepin' a man from the only passion he's got?" Sean keeps up the cheer, though he bristles some under the implications that he missed key details here. "Why's that got you up in a dander?"

John whistles sharp over his shoulder, Old Boy looking up and hauling himself about to trod towards them. "Arthur left here sober, on a damn horse, with his normal kit," he snaps out, grabbing at the reins to loop them over. He hauls himself up into the saddle. "Don't it seem odd to you that he'd come back with none of it?"

See, now that's a bit of sense that has Sean pausing, has him left standing in the proverbial dust as John rides hard past him to catch up to the wayward donkey. "I'm not sayin' you have a point, Marston!" he calls after him. "Just so's you know!"

Ehhhh, maybe he has a point. But it's a wee one and that's all Sean'll allow. Right? Right.

[dokoni-mo]

Micheal: fuck everyone but damn jello is so fucking good.

Reader: jello is made with animal bones.

Micheal: WHAT THE FUCK

Reader: :)

———

Reader having dinner with Micheal and William

Reader: whoever made the soup ill happily eat their ass.

Micheal: it was m-

William: ME

———

Micheal: fuck that limp dick bastard isn’t picking up the phone. I TRIED CALLING 3 TIMES

Clara: let me try Mike

Micheal: anything?

Clara: no.

Reader: let me try :D

Micheal: he wont pic-

William: Hello?

———

Reader: your dad will believe anything i say.

Micheal: yeah right.

Later

William: HA! Reader loves ME not YOU

Micheal: *choking*

———

William: bussy? the fuck is bussy

Micheal and Reader: butt pussy.

———

Reader: Micheal I’d like to introduce you to my future husband

Micheal: who?

William: *planning murder*

Reader: *hugging william*

William: :)))

———

this isnt much but i hope it makes your night :)

🦀<3

HDBSJAKAKAKAAA I LOVE THESE SO MUCH WHENEVER YOU DO THEM IM HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN THE SOUP ONE IS TAKING ME OUT 💀💀

I can just imagine Will blaming mike for everything that doesn't taste good and mike is just like ????? I didnt even help cook???

And will is like its YOUR fault 🫵🫵🫵

AND THE PHONE OME SHSBSJAKAK Will answers the phone like "what. 😡" to everyone else but when you call hes like "hello my sweetest pumpkin pie 😁😁😁😁😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️"

HES SO SMELLY I LOVE HIM

[austronauts]

a short trilogy of mitch marner squeaking over being noticed by stephen curry senpai

first, the nhl twitter posts screenshots of mitch wearing stephen curry’s davidson jersey in his “Besties in Arizona” fancam

Then, lo and behold! Stephen Curry responds! i am willing to bet auston’s hairline and all my fake jerseys that stephen curry 10000% had to google who this Generic White Twink was (imagine, if you will, Stephen googling “who is marner93″ and immediately being accosted by mitch’s 😁😁😁 headshots from over the years) before typing this response. 

MITCHELL MARNER IS BAMBOOZLED AND FLABBERGASTED AND BAFFLED. ASTONISHED AND DUMBFOUNDED EVEN. HE IS HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN. he runs at LEAST five laps around the tennis courts screeching until auston comes out and yells “MITCH, SIT. MITCH? STAY” in a calm voice honed from training Felix (who is a good boy. Mitch, not so much). 

mitch immediately takes a screenshot and opens up instagram with shaking clammy fingers to post it. but then! WHAT ABOUT THE CAPTION?  mitch must project an effortless cool but with his trademark joie de vivre that lets stephen KNOW that mitch like...really REALLY really LOVES HIM but in a COOL way and like...if mitch posts a heart emoji will stephen still think he’s hot????🥺 a lengthy council with Auston, Bunts, and Justin (facetimed in for this emergency) follows where they debate the merits of several caption candidates

drake lyrics (justin, flatly: mitchy, no.)

omg STEPH did u know u and my fiancee have the same name? 👉👈 (bunts, cackling: YES, yes do it. do it. auston silently snatches away mitch’s phone and threatens to flush it down the toilet) 

dSJKLDJSLSKDJKAAasa STEPHEN SEE U AT A RAPTORS GAME BRO 🥰🥰🥰 (justin, pragmatically: he probably won’t remember you? mitch is mortally wounded by this but pretends he’s fine. he won’t let justin ruin this special day for him)

Night night ❤️

Upon further debate, they unanimously decide to add a fistbump emoji because that makes mitch cool. (mitch: but what if he thinks im punching him?  auston: but you send me the fistbump emoji all the time mitch: i AM punching you when i send those to you) another furious 30 minute argument over whether to put the HEART first or the FISTBUMP first ensues. Justin hangs up on facetime because he has better things to do but nobody notices.  FINALLY, it is DECIDED. “Night night 👊❤️” has won the caption contest

Mitch hurriedly adds the caption and tags Stephen Curry’s instagram handle. he promises himself to not take it personally if Steph doesn’t see his instagram story

AND THEN MITCH DECIDES JUST INSTAGRAM IS NOT ENOUGH ACTUALLY? BECAUSE WHAT IF STEPH IS LIKE REALLY BUSY? AND HE DOESNT SEE INSTAGRAM? I MEAN PEOPLE MUST BE TAGGING HIM IN STUFF ALL THE TIME??? DOES HE KNOW HOW SPECIAL HE IS TO MITCH? DOES HE KNOW MITCH EXISTS?? DOES HE KNOW MITCH LOVES HIM? AND THAT HE HOPES STEPH HAS A GOOD NIGHT!??!?!?!???!?!?!??!?! 

thusly, even without the counsel of auston and bunts (and justin), mitch decides - yes. yes. the best thing will be to reply to steph on twitter with the same exact caption and emojis 👊❤️. 

NOW. NOW Steph will remember him. (Stephen Curry will definitely not remember him) 

[chesedelhim]

everyone shut up i just finished reading lead and roses and im HOLLERIN. I've me a whole mountain of thoughts which I'd like to organise proper this time (instead of leavin em in the tags) but holy fuckin hell was it good. enhanced the whole tlgs experience so much and gd am i excited to crack that open again with all the new info ive had the absolute pleasure of readin tonight. i loved all five stories so much this was Excellent.

[big-brainrot-hours]

crawling out of my pit bc i genuinely cant stop thinking abt sagau albedo dunking on archons

THE SHIRT THE SHIRT THE SHIRT-

IM SCREECHING RN THIS IS SO GOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD

RIP THE ARCHONS THO LMAO THEYRE GONNA TRY TO STAND CLSOER TO U TO HOPEFULLY GET STARS BUT ALBEDOS JUST GONNA KEEP THEM AWAY HAHA

[xekstrin]

BRUH XENIA’S FINALE 

[gamblersdoll]

hakari cause yall were playing lethal company and you told him to stay in the ship, because BOTH YOU AND HIM AND KASHIMO may die, but ends up leaving the damn ship and whaddya know, gets killed by the imposter you and was fuckin around.

“babydoll why you walking so slow towards me ?”

“… baby im outside.” you said questioning his ass.

“WHAT? BITCHWHATHUHWHATYOUMEAN?” and ends up dying, kashimo is laughing cause now its only you alive, and then you have a bunch of loot and a dog(or what you assume the creature is) is following you.

yall end up losing the round, losing everything.

“KINJI I TOLD YO HARDHEADED ASS TO STAY IN THE MOTHS FUCKIN SHIP”

“who you hollerin at?” and he knows he deserves it. will he do it again? probably.

hakari when he doesnt understand something you said when you asked for period pads with wings, and he brings home hot honey wings with them small ass pads

“you said period pads with wings.”

“period pads that have the flaps on the sides, beloved.”

“well.. will they work? do they fit your chalupa or sumn?”

“my HWHAT?” you both had a inside joke of your coochie bein fat, and that tiktok said “my coochie is fat, chalupa!” it makes you laugh either or, but he tried.

he also doesnt understand southern superstitions, like the spaghetti on the first date. so when you explain it to him hes like “… either or you want spaghetti?” literally right after you just told him and hes like “🤚🏾 girl bye.”

he also likes to send tingles in your body saying “did you feel a tingle?” and it’s literally in your nipples or you stomach, making you worry he done knocked you up but its just him being him and he laughs when you slap his bad arm (you arent stronger than him but you heavy handed, and landed a good hit so he still recovering from the bruise)

edit: can you tell im finished ovulating. also the next chapter of PMNOINID is coming, and may do something fluffy for ryo, hes just hard to write as fluffy since he is somewhat a hypersexual in my AU.

[sodrippy]

I LOVE GWAINE SO MUCHH

HELL YEAH BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE OUT HERE LOVING GWAINE ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY BABEY!!!!!!!

[dawgsprite]

JUJUTSU KAISEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tiredrobin]

im srry ur not feeling well. u asked for infodump?

as ive been playing around w/ aus and comics (most not finished and thus not posted, just like scripts and doodles) i am now forming Opinons on ingo's pkmn history and personality!

so i was free writing comic ideas and i like to minimize ingo's time in hisui == day 2, ingo vanishes from pearl clan medi-tent, like irida just walks in and He's Gone. cue man hunt but ingo pops outta the bushes like 3-4hrs later. irida spots him 1st and mistakes the newly caught gliscor as an attacking pkmn. but when she tries to pull ingo out of the line of fire, ingo snags the gliding gliscor to also pull him along. irida: what. ingo: what? this is my new pkmn? whats that face for? ingo reveals that he not only caught gliscor but also a big machoke! punchline of comic is the cultural disconnect of ingo being like 'all adults have pkmn, pkmn are essential for indepedence, this world looks even more dangerous so i def need pkmn, how will anyone treat me seriously w/o pkmn??' to irida's pov being 'what a goddamn madman! who does this?!? how did he pull that off he has a concussion!?! why??'

onto personalities:

gliscor reminds ingo of emmet w/ its smile! the gliscor quickly clocks how much ingo needs him, and takes its emotional support duties v seriously! gliscor is always keeping one eye on ingo's mood and ready to provide a grin or a cuddle! ingo enjoys stimming by petting gliscor's smooth, exoskeleton! gliscor is pretty protective; he'll snarl or growl at offending ppl/pkmn but wont leave ingo's side w/o explicit orders.

machoke has great himbo energy and only notices ingo's downturning mood when gliscor makes a move or ingo starts spontaneously crying (remember early days! i want ingo to like slowly grow more accustomed to hisui and process his hidden grief! also ingo must b under a lot of stress/fear bc lacking memories). machoke loves ingo and how having a trainer progresses machoke in new, unheard of ways. machoke helps ingo move supplies, and eventually helps ingo construct a little cabin. =machoke naturally helpful and as ingo cant practice martial arts alongside machoke this is next best option for raising a fighting type pokemon. machoke rlly likes battling but in a kind of martial-arty, techinque focused way? if that makes sense? machoke isnt agressive; even in battles its more of a cool focus.

tangela! i want her to be a firecracker!! a can of whoop ass in flavor CHAOS!! i enjoy the contrast between tangela's cute looks and later tangrowth's 'gentle giant'ness with all this spunk amd energy! tangela starts shit and is always ready to throw down! like if there is an inter-pokemon conflict, tangela is getting in the middle and throwing on gasoline. if a baby sneasel wants a fight, tangela will not hold back! a wild pkmn getting too close to ingo? tangela strikes first!! tangela rlly loves ingo and gets into spats w/ gliscor on who gets to hang off the man. however she must admit gliscor is must better at comforting ingo

BRO. GRIPS YOU AND SHAKES YOU. THIS!!! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD INFODUMP I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIIIIIIIND OH MY GOD this is so cute

sits down. the way u describe ingo being like I GOTTA GET PKMN NOW!! and rhe way u describe his teams personality as me HOOPIN and HOLLERIN at the top of my lungs i love this so much. i love this so so much oh my god. would it be rude of me if i lightly plucked some of these (...p much all of it) for how i think abt his pokemon team??? its ok if youre protective of your interpretations, i dont wanna step on any toes!!!! i just adore ur descriptions im gonna explode

THANK U FOR THE INFODUMP wails in gratitude

[not-close-to-straight]

HI HELLO IVE JUST CAUGHTEN UP

quick confession firrst: i read ch 3&4 backwards bc i forgot i hadnt read ch 3 before i read ch 4. im out of my adhd meds and its taking a toll lmao

BACK TO THE HOLLERIN

that shoot out scene was fucking BRILLIANT. i just finished a romance novel that had an "action scene" in it that was.... disappointing. but then to turn around and see wade go absolutely feral on those boys??? oh man!! my favorite parts probably had to be shooting the dude through the bar (gross real life image GREAT movie image), the bit where theyre gonna send him down the river and he wakes up and kills the reat of em, and surprisingly the part where he kills weasel too. i thought that would make me sad bc ive always loved their relationships in other fics but here... it just felt right. like the image of an absolutely battered wade limping out of st margarets and climbing onto arthur, PILES of bodies behind him with no survivors?? incredible

and PYM my lovely cranky hank. i love cranky hank, thank you for giving him to me, i will never have enough. i can't wait to see what he has to say about wade coming to his doorstep in ch 5 lmao

okay okay onto my SECOND favorite part which is PETER my beloved. i love this pete. i mean... learning to become an escape artist because of his experiences?? sitting there and cataloguing the alphas with nothing more than a look???? and fucking reeling Francis IN and then casting him aside was some MASTER manipulation and i can't believe francis fucking fell for it, what a bitch 😂 also i loved pete covering up his tell!! thats so so clever, i love little details like that! oh and the way you didnt detail petes escape? you just cut to it through francis' pov kinda??? oh that was some good shit. ive said it before and i'll say it again: this verse, you've really honed in on this movie/camera aspect of writing and i LOVE it. i can physically SEE the jump shot from francis to where pete was tied, then the racing shot from francis howling to pete running away and then the zooming shot to the little town of hex on the horizon. its.so.good.

okay i think i'm done now 😂 i loved these two chapters (if you couldnt tell) and im falling in love with these two boys even though they arent spending any real time together which is a wild approach to a romance story but one im LOVING. i cant wait for chapter 5!! (thankfully i wont be able to read it out of order this time 😅)

THANK YOU!

I have definitely been disappointed by "Action Scenes" in romance movies and fics because alot of times it seems like the two tropes can't co exist without one being seen as "unnecessary" (usually the romance, let's be honest) and I am really trying to avoid that in this fic. Like Peter and Wade are both having an adventure that will eventually lead to them coming back together but I'm also trying to layer in that romance so when they finally see each other again it just clicks into place vs the typical movie scene where all the sudden one minute the two main characters are apparently into each other for no other reason than they happened to be sharing the same space.

So I wanted Wade's shoot out scene to be SO INTENSE but then in the middle of it, he's still "tell me where my Omega is" and even when he's half dead, he's still thinking about Pete. Okay and I'm so glad everyone has loved the shotgun through the bar thing. That's one of my favorite tropes in action movies, shooting someone through the wall, in fact my favorite one is in Mr. and Mrs. Smith where Angelina Jolie's character shoots through the wall and damn near kills Brad Pitt and then goes "still alive, baby?" idk why it's so damn funny but it always has me in stitches every time.

I almost didn't kill Weasel cos honestly the guy is a great character. Wholly chaotic and barely keeping it together but GREAT and usually in my fics he's a good guy. But for this one yeah, I wanted that "scorched earth" feel to Wade leaving St. Margaret's-- bodies and blood and gunpowder and the lone gunman riding away into the hills.

I know that this version of Peter is pretty wildly OOC but on the other hand... I feel like maybe he isn't. Everything I attribute to Peter in this AU- being able to size up a situation in a matter of minutes, always having an escape plan, stealthy skills that would help in a scary moment, being able to pretty much figure out how dangerous some one is or how easy they'll be to talk down-- I feel like Spidey!Peter has all the same skills. He might have superpowers but you still don't survive in NYC against honestly wackadoodle super villains without being super smart and being able to read people well and read them quickly. In this AU he got and uses those skills as a whore, but I feel like it's not that far off from how he has to exist IRL.

And YES I purposefully went with the cut scene to Peter's escape partly for the "movie" feel and partly because we'd just come off both a scene where we SAW Peter putting together the details of his escape (loosened knots, money, etc) and then a detail heavy scene with Wade so we didn't need to be bogged down in more.

Plus that parallel of Wade barely alive riding away and Peter literally riding for his life, both of them off into the darkness searching for each other but not quite finding each other... it's so good.

Thanks for this comment! I love when people see all the little details I put into the chapters!

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Top 5 dril tweets.

5. “awfully bold of you to fly the Good Year blimp on a year that has been extremely bad thus far“

4. “issuing correction on a previous post of mine, regarding the terror group ISIL. you do not, under any circumstances, "gotta hand it to them""

3. “LOVER UNBUTTONS MY PANTS AND SEES THE ANKH LOOPED AROUND MY COCK. SHE LOOKS UP AT ME, BUT ITS TOO LATE. IM ALREADY HOLLERIN ABOUT THE ANUBIS”

Thanks to this tweet, there have been multiple times where I was attempting to get into a sexy mood with my gf but immediately after taking off my pants, “HOLLERIN ABOUT THE ANUBIS” would spring into my brain and I would have to try not to start laughing.

2. “the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: “theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron”

The sheer haughtiness of the wise man gets me every time.

1. “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL”

This tweet has practically entered the English canon at this point and the idea of facing god and walking backwards into hell is so raw, I can’t not give it the #1 spot.

Honorable mention: all of them

Dishonorable mention: the Keebler Elves tweet. I still see “Dril is a neo-Nazi” floating around in the wild sometimes

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