#web yes it is glorious

[drefear]

Imagine reader artist, who loves to draw Miguel. And the other day she's just drawing naked Miguel's body. He saw it and just smirks and say: "I've got bigger than that" or "I could show/pose for accuracy"

TW: raunchy smut, Dom!miguel, fem reader, smut with no plot.

A/N: I wrote half of this while at work and a little drunk. So here ya go. Also currently in the process of writing a part two.

Miguel’s face filled your sketchbook, his back in his spider suit, his mask, every angle you could find him at. You often sat in his office for hours while he did reports, sketching him and drawing him. You loved using different mediums and colors, giving him new features and styles. You specifically loved practicing drawing his broad body and sculpted as-

Ahem. Legs.

Yes, ok, fine, you had a small crush on your boss, whatever, no big deal.

You would purposefully finish all of your work as fast as possible so you could sit back and draw him. And because you weren’t loud or annoying, and everything was always done on time and orderly, he let you.

But one mission in particular made him stressed out, and as you watched him filling out data about the anomaly he’d just captured, he glitched his suit down his torso and injected himself with that mysterious green liquid, entrancing you for those glorious few seconds.

It was very obvious he had a nice body, duh. But you never let your mind go too far in imagining him out of his suit, scared to go into a territory you couldn’t back out of.

And now you did, drawing his torso and pecks, shading his abs, and this got you curious about more.

Lower.

Biting your lip, you sat in the cafeteria a few days later. You purposefully sat with your back to a wall, making sure no one could sneak up on you and see what you were drawing, as you drew him laying down. His arms splayed behind his head, face relaxed, as you defined his leg muscles. As you finished the piece of art, the only area you’d avoided was his groin.

And now you stared at the empty area of art, knee bouncing from anxiety about how you were supposed to draw this. You had no reference for him. Yes, you’d seen dicks before, obviously. You lived in a universe with unrestricted internet access, so it’s not like you’d never been around the block, but here you were, blushing like a 15 year old just because of a dick.

Drawing and then erasing and drawing, you repeated the process a few times before you heard someone click their tongue in front of you. You’d been so consumed by what you were doing, you didn’t even feel your spider senses or hear them come close.

Miguel stood with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips, eyeing you curiously. “Why are you so jumpy?” He asked and you snatched the book in front of you to your chest, stuttering some bullshit answer about too much caffeine. He just nodded and continued giving you a new order.

You got up from your seat and moved to follow him to his cold, dark lair area. As you were about to step onto his platform, you tripped and your hands flew out to stabilize your fall. As you did, the notebook flew across the floor and slid as your vision blurred from how fast you’d collapsed, getting up slowly and rolling your shoulders. You reached to where the sketch book had fallen, but it was no longer there.

No.

NO.

It was between his fingers, as he flipped through the pages slowly, eyeing your work with his brows furrowed, focused. You jumped towards him and he just turned his back, making you feel like you ran into a wall. You reached around him and he webbed your wrist to the table beside you, still not tearing his eyes from your work.

“Stop, that’s private! Give it back!” You shouted and he rolled his eyes briefly.

“It’s all drawings of me, I think I’m allowed to see-“ and his words stopped as he flipped to the newest page.

The nude drawing of him.

You gulped as his expression became unreadable, stoic, and your eyes flashed between the art and him. “I-I was just practicing forms and poses-“

“It’s… inaccurate.” He spoke lowly before your eyes blinked for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean?”

He walked to you and stood tall, bending down slightly to stare directly into your eyes. His mouth turned up at the ends and his eyes glittered with something you’d never seen in him before.

Turning the book back to you and showing you your own drawing, he smirked deeper.

“I’m much bigger.” His eyes were almost challenging you, making your blood run ice cold, and you felt his hands yank your body against his. “Do you want to see for reference?”

And then his watch made a loud sound, Lyla popping up to explain some anomaly on earth number whatever. He groaned and turned to walk out. “I’ll be back once this is done. Don’t go anywhere because When I do return, we’re continuing where we left off.”

Then he was gone and you stood, mouth agape from the whole exchange. You thought it might take a while for him to capture this anomaly, so You’d decided to go back to your own universe in preparation, showering and fixing yourself up. You bit your nail nervously as you thought about it all. Was he serious? No way, right…?

As you stood in the bathroom mirror, the sound of a portal opening cut through your mind like a knife, making your body rush into your living room. You gripped the towel tight around your torso as you saw Miguel walk out of the colorful dimension behind him and into yours. The portal closed and with that, his mask disintegrated so you could see his face. A bit tired, he still had a less-than-enthusiastic expression on.

“I thought I told you not to go anywhere.” He repeated and you stood stuff as a board, now a bit scared. He took slow, calculated steps towards you as your head tilted back to continue watching him. “Inaccurate and disobedient. I have a lot to teach you, don’t I?” His index finger hooked under your chin as he smirked and grabbed your hand with his free one, pulling you into your bathroom. He looked around for a second before hitting a button on his watch and letting the fabric disappear.

You bit your lip as your eyes took full advantage of his exposed skin. “You- it-“

“Yeah. I know.” He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, bending you over your counter with your hand breached against your back. “Now I want you to really study how I fuck you, so that you get a good look at how big I am, and how easy I can maneuver this body.” He whispered into your damp hair and pushed down, then ripping the towel away and throwing it out of the bathroom completely.

His eyes stared down at your weeping cunt and he licked his lips. “I’ll be tasting you another time. Today, I want you to really feel my size.” He was cocky, and he had a right to be. His dick was huge, almost alarmingly big.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you clenched your jaw. “It’s gonna hurt, but I’ll go slow. That way you can feel good and still learn.” He cooed in a teasing tone and your eyes found his in the mirror, watching intently as he began to push into you. The sudden width he was stretching you to was mind numbing and your knees began to buckle, but he just held you up with one hand, the other still guiding himself into you.

“Coño, your sucking me in so nicely, might not even need to slow down.” He spoke and your eyes were rolling back from his words, to which you snapped out of once his hand that was holding you up held your face harshly towards the mirror. “No slacking, little girl. You better keep your eyes on my cock.”

Halfway inside, and you were already fluttering around him, on the verge of orgasm. “That’s it, sucia, cum on my cock. It’ll be the first time of many.” You shivered at his words, feeling him sink in further and immediately orgasming. The rolls of pleasure washing through you made him grunt as his hips couldn’t help but rut into you harshly. The lack of prep had you feeling everything he was giving you, hyper aware of your insides wrapping around him.

“Mm, wanna fuck me back? Grind back onto my cock? Paciencia, Nena.” He instructed as you kept trying to get him in further. Wrapping a hand around your torso, he tweeked at your nipples and made you gasp from the sensation. “That’s it,” he mumbled.

Finally, smirked, he chuckled darkly as you tried once more to thrust backwards. “Fine, you asked for it.” He met your eyes in the mirror, now blood red and swirling with the threat as he snapped his hips forward and forced the rest of him into you, making you gargle out a strained sound in shock and pleasure. The pain was beautiful, and began to subside quickly as you felt him twitch. He hit every spot and more, feeling new depths and points of pleasure.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he started a slightly faster pace. Your body jiggled from the movements and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled your apartment, your mouth hanging open as your eyes never left were his dick was buried into you. He smiled, enjoying the way you watched his cock disappear into you over and over, and you felt the pressure building once more. How he bullied your cunt and grinned while doing it made you burst, tears breaking free and a scream ripping through you as your pussy squeezed him.

“Fuck, so tight.” He groaned, head now falling back and he kept going, beginning to chase his own high. Your mind had shut off now, fucked practically stupid on his cock and he rocking into you mercilessly. His speed was unmatched and he moved to pick up your hips to meet his, closing the gap your height difference had created, and finally having him slam into you until his hips met your ass, making you choke on your own oxygen from the absolute brutal beating he was giving your cervix.

He slid one hand to the back of your neck and pressed you further into the counter top of your sink, forcing your pert nipples to meet the cold marble and you cried out more, barely able to push back against him now as you were trapped between his body and your bathroom’s confinements with only your top toes touching the floor. Your face was streaked with tears as he grunted and let out ragged breaths.

“The perfect little pussy, so perfect for my cock. You can take it, little artist. You wanted to draw my cock so badly, now you have the perfect image to do it. Fucked deep inside of you. Draw us like this for me, yeah? I wanna see it everyday. Or should I just fuck you every day instead?” His words tumbled from his mouth like an avalanche and you could feel his cock about to burst, making you teeter over that cliff as well. “That’s it, strangle my cock. Cum all over me, niña, paint me with your cute cunt.” He demanded and you obliged, feeling a shooting electric sensation rip out of you. Suddenly, you were both a bit wet between the thighs and he was mesmerized by what he saw. Your juices squirt all over him and he came instantly after seeing that, pounding into you as far as he could and forcing his cum the deepest it could be inside of you.

Both of you were unmoving as you caught your breath, a layer of sweat covering you both as you stared at each other in the mirror. No words could describe what had just happened and Miguel smiled once more, which prompted you to ask.

“What?”

“You need to get a mirror by your bed. Because I want to do this to you every day.” He watched your eyes widen in the mirror in front of you both as he licked your neck from behind and sinking his fangs into your soft skin, jutting his hips once more and making you realize he was still hard.

“For art purposes.”

Part two is out!

[pxgeturner]

omg tell me why i was just thinking about making out with miguel and your glasses bump together and his break 😭😭 you’re all panicked and whatever and this man just does not give a fuck he’s tossing them aside while the arm is bent at a whole right angle… straight back to undressing you like the loser he is

he was probably like a 30 yr old virgin tbh he is king of dorks. wc: 763.

he has you sat on his desk, laptop and papers pushed to either side to accommodate you. he fumbles with your coat as he kisses you, but slips as he slides the sleeves down. you’re caged in as he’s forced forward. the tupperware box in your lap fall to the food and your heads collide with a glorious clack.

“miguel!” you try to slide off of the table to rescue the food. “i-” a kiss. “need-” another, “you need-” you put your palms out before your lips can touch again. “you need to eat lunch, no more working through your breaks.” you take a second to gulp in air as you keep looking down at your skirt. hod, kissing sure takes a lot out of a girl. miguel tilts your chin up, making you look at him.

“i-”

“OH MY GOODNESS! your glasses!” you pluck them from his face, examining the webbed cracks in the left lens and the hinge bent completely out of shape.

“cariño, you want me to eat, no?” he moves the glasses out of your grasp, discarding them off to the side of the desk. you nod. he kneels and you think he’s about to grab the lunchbox, but instead he hooks his hands behind each of your calves and says, “and you’re so nice for that, muñeca, to bring me a meal. but honestly there is only one thing i want.”

you nod again, “uh, huh,” stretching to get his glasses. your fingertips graze them, but miguel bumps the desk and moves them from reach

“baby,” he’s slipping off your panties. you’re still trying for the glasses, your torso turning so far it’s almost making a ‘c’. “baby,” he says again, softer. This time you feel his breath right against your clit. you sit up straight, your hands going straight to your boyfriend's hair. you look at him, smirking at you, hands at your hips, keeping your skirt bunched up

“miguel!” he nips at your thigh and you squeal. “what are you doing?” he lifts your legs over his shoulders.

“I’m taking my meal.”

“what ? no! we are at your work!! anyone could come in-”

“it’s lunch. everyone is out. we have twenty more minutes until people start filing back in.”

“that’s not a guaran-”

He nips at your other thigh.

“TEE!”

“remind me, where are we?”

“Your of-office,”

“and what’s special about my office?”

“It’s-it’s yours.”

another bite.

“um, it, it’s-”

“mi cosita, i’ve fucked you dumb without even touching you.” you whine, he’s being so mean, not touching you. where’d your sweet boyfriend go? you grind into the air looking for some friction. “oh, poor little thing, do you want me to remind you why my office is special?”

You nod, whining.

“i’m the boss, preciosa. I run this whole place. I get a nice office, all to myself, so i can draw the blinds down and fuck you stupid.”

“miguel,”

“yes, pretty girl?”

“touch me.” he puts his lips to your pretty pussy

“do you deserve it?”

“you, you, said, you need to eat.” what the fuck are you saying? You must sound so stupid.

a lick to your clit snaps you out of it. you look at your miguel. his eyes are closed, he looks like an angel— no, a demon. a sexy, tempting, demon who knows how to get exactly what he wants from you. you roll your hips onto his tongue, egging him on. you have to lay down– it’s all so intense you don’t trust yourself to sit up.

he moves his hands up from your thighs, up to your waist. he holds you down and rubs circles into your tummy. his mouth mouths effortlessly against you, and you squeeze his head between your thighs. he nuzzles into you, his slight stumble making you yelp. his nose rubs against your pretty little button as he moves. whenever he hums, it shoots sparks through your spine.

“miguel–”

“i got you baby,” he started somehow doing more, and you couldn’t hold off even if you wanted to. he’s licking, sucking, nipping. and you pull at his scalp, he loves it, it’s like saying god job, keep going. “you’re right there honey, i know you are, just let go baby.”

“mi-miguel i–” he sucks at your clit one more, and you’re seeing stars, back arched and knuckles turning white gripping onto miguel’s hair. he keeping going, working you through it, and easing you back down. once you’re back on earth, he stands, and helps you sit up.

“thank you, tesoro.” he kisses your temple.

[st-juliet]

Can I request an nsfw fic sitting on Sherlock Holmes’ lap while he explains a case to reader, she start kissing his neck and he starts stuttering 😩😩 (also, Im literally in LOVE with your works 😫 😭)

Pulse Point

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: To help him relax in the midst of a trying case, Reader exploits Sherlock’s only vulnerability.

Content: 18+ for smutty smutty smut, Sherlock’s filthy mouth, unprotected sex, and pure domestic bliss.

Notes: My first prompt! Thank you thank you thank you, Anon; I love this so much. I wrote it quite quickly and unedited, so apologies for any imperfections!

“Come, sit with me, darling girl.”

Standing in the door of your husband’s study, you fall even more in love with Sherlock Holmes. He sits behind his desk in his leather wingback chair, attired in his shirtsleeves, coat discarded, posture tense—it has been hours since you saw him come home, carrying a crate of papers and wearing the expression of determination and passion that lets you know the game is well and truly afoot.

Eager to be of help, you follow his directive at once, crossing the room to his side. He settles you on his lap and places a chaste, gentle kiss to your temple, pausing to breathe in the scent of your hair. A little of his tension seems to melt away with your closeness, and you return his kiss—but on the lips, this time—with a smile. He smiles, too, and whispers, “I love you so.”

“As I love you! Now, tell me the matter of the case,” you prompt, with another light, teasing peck. “Begin at the beginning, and perhaps some new detail will reveal itself in the telling.”

Sherlock smiles, a little wearily, but with a clear relief at your presence and enthusiasm.

“Yes, pray lend me a little of your brilliance, Mrs. Holmes, for I am at my wit’s end.”

“Nonsense; your wit is endless,” you scoff, and at last he laughs, too. You share another kiss, deeper this time, and he settles more comfortably into the chair.

“It is Moriarty,” he sighs, loosening his cravat and tossing it aside. “It is always Moriarty, the spider in the center of the web. But for once, he torments me with leisure, not urgency. There is no captive aristocrat, no explosives planted, no threat of impending murder; and thank god for it. But instead, he spins me an ever-expanding list of riddles, each more obscure and particular than the last. To what end I do not know.”

He tips his head back against the chair, exposing the long line of his throat to your gaze. Though you would find it nigh impossible to select a favorite part of your husband’s body—for truly, it seems that every night as he fills your aching channel so perfectly, so completely, there is some new, glorious detail of his physique thrown into prominence—Sherlock’s neck is especially tempting. It is a singular point of vulnerability in such a massive, muscled man, and one you love to exploit: you know well that so much as a single kiss can bring the man to his knees, or else drive him to bend you over the nearest surface and make you his in the most primal, profound way.

“He boasts of the reach of his accomplices by infiltrating those systems in which we have the greatest trust, so much that the average man may not even notice anything has changed.”

You simply cannot help yourself.

Delicately, you shift upon his lap, wickedly delighted that he has fixed his eyes upon the cluttered wall opposite his desk, where his series of pinned-up schedules, diagrams, and ciphers distract him from your intentions.

“But I first noticed that the regular seven o’clock train from Trafalgar to Charing Cross was delayed on Tuesday—“

With a slow deliberation, you kiss the point where his pulse beats steadily beneath his jaw.

“—initial—initially—by seven—“

You part your lips ever so slightly and kiss him again.

“—by seven—se—“

A large, lissome hand lands heavily on your thigh. You do not let this deter you; no indeed, it only incites you further, and you press your lips more firmly against his neck.

“By seven minutes!” he concludes in a rush, and you take advantage of his pause for breath to trail your kisses lower, pulling aside the collar of his shirt for a better vantage. 

You lightly sink your teeth into his flesh, just at the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet, and he moans.

“Angel—oh, my g—god…”

As you work your way back up to his pulse point, he still stutters out a little more on the subject of the case: “Angel, the—the trains—I am—tr—trying to—explain…“

You raise your head up innocently.

“Shall I stop, sir?”

Sherlock kisses your lips hungrily, squeezing you tighter, and you wriggle in delight, feeling him grow hard at your ministrations. It gratifies you to no end, when this stern, controlled man falls prey to his own lusts, unable to help the way his length strains at his trousers—and all for you.

“No, no—“ he breathes, and you take your cue eagerly, shifting to straddle his thighs, their breadth forcing your legs wide apart. “Don’t stop, my sweet—ah—angel.”

He fumbles with the fastenings of his trousers, but can’t seem to manage the simple motor function, such is his arousal, especially as your lips return to his neck.

“Let me help you,” you offer, murmuring against his throat as you pepper it with more kisses. “Let me please you, please, Sherlock…”

“God, lo—look what you’ve—done to me,” he sighs, throwing up his hands. Laughing breathlessly, you finish the job yourself, a rapturous smile of triumph gracing your lips as your hand wraps around his freed cock, already leaking and flushed with desire. “You…you undo me completely,” he groans, thrusting up into your grasp. “Fuck, please, my darling girl, please, let me feel you—“

“Yes, Sherlock, anything you want!”

This seems to reinvigorate him, and he growls, pushing aside your skirts roughly. He does not allow the time for you to rise and doff your undergarments, but instead simply tears the delicate fabric at the seams to reveal your dripping petals.

“I’ll buy—buy you more,” he promises, as you rock your wet heat against his achingly hard cock. “What do you want, angel? What can I give? All the lace in the world. A dozen gowns, a hundred, anything for you—emeralds or pearls or—oh, Christ, you are so fucking tight I can hardly—“ This as you sink down on him, sheathing him to the hilt with your own a cry of ecstasy. “I’ll give you the world. Oh, my love…”

You continue to besiege his neck as you ride him, finding out each sweet spot that makes him clutch your hips all the harder, with Sherlock babbling out a litany of absolute filth mixed with romantic nonsense:

“That pretty, pretty mouth god your lips—you will be the death of me, angel!”

Sherlock hardly lasts a moment more after your climax causes you to clench around him, holding him tight and deep and perfect, and he gasps your name and a stammering profession of love as he spills himself inside you. You gaze into his eyes as they come back into focus, and you share a little panting laughter, for you are both an absolute mess of half-discarded clothes, dripping seed, and riotously disheveled hair. You have even left a clear mark on his neck, which makes you feel as grand as the empress of the earth, to have laid such an intimate claim upon his otherwise unassailable body. Murmuring quiet, loving little praises, you help one another to undress fully, till you stand before one another fully natural, each drinking in the sight of the other.

“My god. Just look at you, Mrs. Holmes.”

“You are the most beautiful man alive!” you cannot help but exclaim, and he tosses his head in evident pride at the compliment. How you love to make him vain.

“And at last, I am thinking clearly—for the first time all day!” he says, making you laugh again, then he lets out an exultant “Ha!” and strides over towards the gallery of evidence pinned to the wall. “You’ve done it. By Jove, Mrs. Holmes, you have knocked the scales from my eyes. I see the whole design now…”

“Then let me fetch you fresh clothes—and some water to wash, hmm?”

“Yes, give me leave a little while to dole out justice upon Moriarty. And then turnabout’s fair play for you, wife: I think your lovely neck deserves a mark or two of its own…”

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[bunnyuki]

ONEIRIC adjective * relating to dreams or dreaming, something dream-like. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ) gift for: @darlingspeach

DREAMS ARE LITTLE windows created by pieces of your mind. pain woven by unconscious parts that build your brain, hurting you without being aware. dark corners become absolute in nightmares, completely dominating your perceptions and trapping you in a web of fear and pain. your heart could even stop, depending on how terrifying the dream is — if it’s too much for your mind, your body won’t be able to handle it.

there is a strongly, linked bond that becomes absolute dependence between these two: body and mind. interconnected by flesh, bones and nerves, an intrinsic strength that could never be broken while the individual is alive and aware. flesh can be cut and bruised, bones can break, nerves can be destroyed. but the body affects the mind and vice versa, so that it is impossible to separate them completely — in normal conditions. the body feels what the brain wants it to feel, psychologically creating feelings in scenarios that may not even be real. it’s as fascinating as it is scary.

it’s not uncommon for MEGUMI to dream about you. likewise, it is normal for dreams to contain people we know, and especially people we love. he may be tormented by endless nightmares, recalling the most difficult moments of his life — or false moments.

he can see it clearly, like distant memories brought to the surface: his friends getting hurt, closing their eyes to an eternal sleep that has nothing sweet about it. and after all these dreams, he wakes up in a cold sweat. his eyes widen to stare at the dark ceiling of his room. trembling hands go to his chest, searching for his own heart, which beats in its erratic rhythm. he always has to take minutes to calm down. breathing is the key. it was not real, he reminds himself. everyone is fine.

but dreams about you are always filled with sweetness and joy, like images coming straight out of a fairy tale. as if these dreams are your “happily ever after”. there is a collection of them, which seem more like reminiscences he has than fruits of his dreamlike imagination. dreams about cliche dates. you and him holding hands walking in the park, or walking on the beach — feeling the waves hitting your ankles and the sand splashing over your feet. dates where you eat ice cream and roll around in the grass, pointing at clouds and arguing because “yes, the cloud on the right looks like a shikigami, i’m telling you.”

he never has nightmares about you. even if the fear of losing you exists, and strongly, it never happens. even if he looks at people like satoru gojo and can’t feel anything but pity. MEGUMI has you. he is not one of the lonely sorcerers, with their short and glorious lives marred by success, and consequently by loneliness. he has love.

a love so strong that your presence, the mere idea of you, makes his subconscious not afraid. whenever any such dream passes through his mind while he sleeps, like the playback of a film reel, he wakes up with a flushed face. his cheeks stained red, because he is so in love that even in his dreams you appear.

at these moments, he turns over in bed, drowsy, and looks for his cell phone on the counter. his reflexes are slow, poorly prepared. his hand misses it once, twice, and eventually takes out his cell phone, searching for the desired number in the messaging app. he texts you — you, his everything. his partner, his love, the wants he wants to marry to.

“I’ve had a dream about you tonight.”

[ MEGUMI ♡︎, 6:11 AM ]

[leothil]

Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

@mistmarauder thank you so much for creating this and tagging me! 💛💛

Top Five Blorbos: 1. Eddie Diaz - 9-1-1 2. Leon Draisaitl - Hockey rpf 3. Embry Carter - Rebel Kings MC 4. Matthew Tkachuk - Hockey rpf 5. Eddie Fulton - Summer Sons

Top Five Fandoms: 1. 9-1-1 2. Hockey rpf 3. Rebel Kings MC 4. Percy Jackson 5. Summer Sons

Top Five OTPs: 1. Buddie - 9-1-1 2. Mattdrai - Hockey rpf 3. Embry and Mateo - Rebel Kings MC 4. Andrew and Eddie - Summer Sons 5. Quinn Hughes and Brady Tkachuk - Hockey rpf (listen. I can feel the brainrot brewing for these two. It's gonna get worse.)

Shoutout to Some New Friends: I feel like this year is the first time I really properly interacted with @shitouttabuck, @messyhairdiaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz and @toboldlynerd and it's been a truly wonderful time! Shoutout to @nunc-spes-spei and @zahlibeth who are always willing to yes-and spec/ideas and indulge weird theories, you're the best!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @rewritetheending, talking to you more this year has brought me indescribable amounts of joy, comfort, relief, every positive feeling out there! I can't emphasize enough how important you are to me! @onward--upward you are a true champ for putting up with my weird hrpf rants and excessive post sharing, I love sharing the brainrot with you! My Buck and Eddie girls @burnthatbridge, @girldadbuddie, and @thatsveryood, I treasure you SO much and hope we can share an unhinged video chat again soon (NZ meetup??)! And my absolute ride or dies, my teeny tiny friends, @buckactuallys, @capseycartwright, @clusterbuck, @hattalove, @oatflatwhite, and @thatbuddie, you're the best thing I have gained from this webbed site, I can't believe I get to talk to you every day! All hail the superior search engine etc, I love you so much!

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: I've loved doing my fic recs from the archive-project and I've been so happy to see other people discover new old fics through it! (It's not finished, I just wanted a break over the holidays!)

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: I've got to shout out @butchdiaz's Eddie Diaz is the archer because I sat eating breakfast at our summer cottage one morning back in July, watching this video on repeat and struggling to keep my feelings somewhat contained because I couldn't spoil my sister by showing it to her.

People Who Brightened Your Year: Everyone I've already mentioned, naturally, but also @tripleaxeldiaz, @henswilsons, @kitkatpancakestack, @eddiediaaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @transboybuckley, @trippedandfell for being those extra bright spots on my dash and sometimes in my DMs!

Anyone Else You’d Like to Mention: Big shoutout to all of my mutuals and followers, you are all fantastic and I'm really happy to be here hanging out with you! Extra thanks to @evcndiaz @nymika-arts @glorious-spoon @ellelans @spruceoutoffive @captain-hen @fcntasmas @andrewblur @spaceprincessem @mellaithwen and @mistmarauder for being absolutely wonderful presences on my dash, mwah!

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: In the interest of not trying to double-tag people (and get to shout out even more peeps):

@bropunzeling I've reread all of your mattdrai fics more than is probably healthy, and you are this 🤏 close to making me acquire new blorbos by reading the rest of your bibliography.

@msmargaretmurry I'll have you know I reread Head Above Water three times this year and it made me more unhinged every time. That's not counting the times I went back to it just to reread a favourite scene or two.

@hopetorun your mattdrai winner's room fic rearranged something in my brain and I'll never be the same again.

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels I don't know how you do what you do but I'm in awe, every single time!

@littlespoonevan I've gone back to reread several of your fics this year, and there's something so uniquely sweet and comforting about them!

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: 1. @bilosan your gifs are so gorgeous and I always love seeing what kind of sets you put together! 2. @like-the-rest-of-la if I could eat your art, I would!! It's so stupidly beautiful! 3. @skyhighrollins911 your edits are beyond gorgeous, and the cast sharing them as well is so deserved! 4. @barbiediaz your gifsets bring me endless joy and make me stop to look even when it's a fandom I'm not personally in! 5. @baneme-art I am so in love with the way you draw Buck and Eddie, I could look at them for hours!

Three Things You’re Looking Forward to in 2024: 1. S7 of 9-1-1. Of course. 2. Continuing to learn more and get better at west coast swing! (Please let me get into the spring course I will be crushed if I can't have it regularly for half a year 😢) 3. Book seven of Rebel Kings MC (Garrett Leigh you KNOW what you did!)

Tagging: Anyone and everyone tagged in this post already!

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Have You Read This Web Novel?

On the Third-Year of Kaihuang, as the Great Sui unfolds its curtains to welcome the glorious Tang Dynasty in succession to the Northern Dynasty, Yang Jian established a secret agency, the Jiejian Bureau in preparation to unify the world. In a stormy night filled with snow, a convoy of tribute sent by the Kingdom of Khotan was ambushed and massacred with not a living soul left behind. The Second Commander of the Jiejian Bureau, Feng Xiao came forth to investigate the case under Imperial Orders. A gathering of storms would soon take place in a little city which sat on the frontier, called the City of Six Crafts, where all the top martial powers across the lands would meet. The ever successful Second Commander Feng meets a dead end when he ran into a Master Daoist with ailing health. All would be unknown if they had never crossed paths, but once their paths crossed, Second Commander Feng realized this ailing man had more secrets than himself. - Novel Updates

If you’re in the process of reading this web novel, please choose whichever option best fits your situation. You do not have to be completely finished with it to answer “yes.”

[planet-crait]

Episode 5 we have lost the glorious intro song again. Yes I am very invested in the into sue me.

The title card reminds me of the episode where Timmy wishes to not feel any emotions. I wonder if this will be similar to that or ever brought up. I noticed Timmy hasn’t come up since episode one but with the comments about how he haunts the narrative I expect him to be referenced again just an interesting note.

Okay it’s pretty cute how excited Hazel is that excited Jasmine is coming over. First new friend excitement is such a real thing. I have to wonder though how Cosmo and Wanda know Hazel calls them. If Fairies can hear their god kids call them from anywhere how did all the fairies lose their kids in the episode where everyone looks the same?

What kind of parent lets their ten year old watch horror movies? Maybe this is more common than I realize and my shock comes from how sheltered my parents raised me it’s just weird to me. Cute again how excited Hazel is to share them but uh, I am shocked a ten year olds parent isn’t monitoring what their kids are watching.

I couldn’t help but laugh about Jasmine talking about how bad a horror movie about dolls would be. My best friend cannot handle horror around dolls because he has a doll collection so I can feel that in my soul. I’m starting to see the flags for what Hazel wishes for and why and I appreciate the setup.

Also I appreciate Jasmine setting up firm boundaries about what she is and is not okay with. Good job kiddo, it’s important to establish firmly what is and is not okay and it’s nice to see her so comfortable with that. I wonder if Jasmine has tryophobia given her hatred of Swiss cheese specifically for the holes?

Hazel I get not wanting to watch a scary movie alone. I get certain things aren’t as fun by yourself I get it. But forcing Jasmine to be that companion is not it. And why don’t Cosmo and Wanda like question this choice at all? Did they ever with Timmy? This is another one of those have to go back and check isn’t it?

Why does removing Jasmines fear make another Jasmine? When Timmy lost his emotions they manifested very differently and this Jasmine looks evil instead of being terrified like fear was in the OG. We’ll see if this gets addressed lolz. I’m glad Hazel does ask about it, even if somehow Cosmo and Wanda don’t know the answer.

Oh monster oh fuck spider. I hate spiders. I am terrified. Wait theirs a new Jasmine for each of her fears? I’m very confused.

Wait how did Cosmo and Wanda not think of this they did this before? Wouldn’t removing all emotions and a specific one do the same thing? Or is their wordplay I’m not catching any caused the difference?

Why didn’t the wish not work? Ohhh they answered that fast but why would the fears reveal how they could be defeated? Why not laugh and leave and let Hazel work it out by bouncing ideas off of Cosmo and Wanda? Thats how I personally would have rolled with it. Villains revealing their weaknesses never makes sense to me.

Lolz wait did the wish make Jasmine pass out or is class that boring? I need to know this lolz. Also adults apparently also fail to notice anything ever because no one questions why Hazel looks like a puppet. Great note taking fake Hazel. 10/10.

Wait this specific thing is in Da Rules? Like how to defeat them? I thought Da Rules just…listed wishes that couldn’t be made?

Not sure how I feel about how Hazel is going about this but I suppose desperate times desperate measures? Though Hazel is right in that Jasmine has different skill sets than a lot of kids and it’s all true. A lot of people struggle when dealing with public situations involving people and Jasmine isn’t and it’s a good strength of hers. Jasmines family sucks though for teasing her so much.

Don’t kill me internet but uh I’ve never watched or read Charlottes Web lolz.

Wait where has fear itself been this entire time? I have questions. WOW good job Cosmo little late. I didn’t think their crowns could be knocked off?

Ohhh so fear can see Hazels fears. Oh that makes sense. I do like Hazel realizing what she was doing and acknowledging it wasn’t good and deciding to pick something with Jasmine to do. Not quite how I expected it to go I think an acknowledgment about boundaries would have been good but at least Hazel realizes she shouldn’t force people to be who they’re not.

…am I forgetting an episode of FOP or is the puppet going rogue thing ever going to come up when that happened?

After sleeping on it, I realized I’m glad the writers decided to do their own thing with their variations of losing an emotion. This show shouldn’t be just Hazels versions of Timmy’s wishes, this show should be able to be its own thing. And I think the twist of the fears each manifesting as something physical to face was a fun twist.

Episode 5 I found better than 4 and 2 but not sure it beats episode 3. I think it’s a pretty close tie currently. During the work week I think these reviews will be coming out a little slower just cuz I don’t have as much time sorry about that! Onto episode 6!

[dangermousie]

The way he finds out he made first right after it does not matter - they are on the run, he can’t return to the province without getting beheaded - but still the moment of joy is so glorious...

And then his default is to gloat how his father was wrong...

Only for it to transform into grief as he realizes his father will never know this or anything else because he’s dead.

God, this drama is so well written and filmed and acted!

The way he has that realization of his powerlessness in this world - his family was wealthy but the moment the unrest hit and their backer was brought down, they were just sitting ducks for robbery and points.

I loved this in the novel so - that his family and friends don’t get killed by the Emperor or anything; it’s a local aristo who has not even in his wildest thoughts coveted the throne. To the emperor, the man would be a nobody. But to the Gus (and the Wangs and the Lius and the Yes) he is the end of all their worlds. It’s a brutal lesson in violence and power. That is why it is so fitting that Gu Jiusi in the novel eventually pursues military power and achieves it; this is a horrifying pointed lesson that no matter how smart, how rich you are without power you will not be allowed to prosper or even to live. (Liu Yuru becomes a mighty merchant queen whose money can support GJS in his endeavors and shore up his power but it’s a symbiotic endeavor because she would not be able to make money in peace if it wasn’t for his accumulating power. It becomes a virtuous cycle for them.)

I love BJT for willing to look hideous when he howl-cries btw, face all scrunched up.

You know, by now I think that between this and LBFAD, this screenwriter should be hired to adapt every awesome web novel. I’ve rarely seen someone do it as well as her. I am especially impressed because LBFAD was based on a novel I did not like and like Minglan or Joy of Life, I find the drama superior in part because I did not love the novel. But this - this is an adaptation of a novel that I adore and do you know how rare it is to get a worthy adaptation of a great novel? I can’t think of any recent one except for Ever Night 1 and the Untamed. 

[stobinesque]

hitch, loop, hand & heart

belatedly posting my gift fic for @corrodedbisexual! So glad you enjoyed it, Konst :) Steddie | rating: E | wc: 2k | cw/tags: Bondage, Shibari, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Soft Dom Steve, Good Boy Eddie, 'puppy' used as a term of endearment [ READ ON AO3 ]

Steve brushed a hand over Eddie's shoulder, admiring his handiwork. "You look so pretty all trussed up for me, don't you, darling?" 

Dark red rope crossed over Eddie's chest, forming a pentagram pattern at its center. His wrists were cinched together, anchored to the back of the harness between his shoulder blades, and each leg was bound thigh-to-calf.

Steve flicked at Eddie's shoulder when he went unanswered. "Didn't I ask you a question, Eds?"

Eddie swallowed, cheeks flushed red, eyes already a bit hazy. "Yes, sir."

"Yes, what?"

"I look pretty all trussed up for you, sir."

Steve hummed, brushing hair out of Eddie's face so he could press a kiss to his forehead. "Good boy," he murmured, appreciating the shiver the words sent down Eddie's spine. 

Steve straightened up, running reverent fingers across Eddie's cheek. He really was so beautiful like this. Bound tight and entirely at Steve's mercy. He trailed his fingertips across Eddie's lips, smiling when they parted almost unconsciously. 

But Eddie didn't take more than he was given.

"You're being so patient for me, baby," Steve said, slipping his first two fingers into the plush, wet heat of Eddie's mouth, who didn't suck or tongue at the intrusion. Just sat there as Steve stoked across his tongue, over the roof of his mouth, against the inside of his cheeks; savoring each texture. "You can suck now, there's a good boy."

If Steve wasn't already stiff and aching in his jeans, the sight of Eddie's cheeks hollowing as his eyes fluttered shut with bliss would have gotten him there. 

Steve thrust his fingers in and out of Eddie's mouth shallowly, letting his tongue slip between and wrap around Steve's fingers, allowing the occasional scrape of teeth against his knuckles. Eddie had a thing for his hands, and Steve liked to indulge him int it now and again.

He had other plans for his hands today, too, though. 

Eddie whimpered as Steve pulled his fingers free, chasing after them while seemingly heedless of his hampered balance. Steve caught him by the shoulder, steadying him before he could topple forward. "Careful there, pretty boy."

Eddie nuzzled his head against Steve's arm, and Steve combed a hand through his hair, cooing down at him. "You're so sweet for me, baby. Even when you're being greedy."

Eddie's gaze grew almost tearful. "Sorry, sir."

"You're forgiven, baby," Steve said, stroking along the side of his face. "I just thought you might want these fingers somewhere else, more. Is that true?"

Eddie nodded eagerly, and Steve had to suppress a laugh. "Oh, you're such an eager boy, aren't you, puppy? I need you to use your words, though." 

"Yes, sir. Please, I want your fingers in me."

Steve scratched at Eddie's scalp for a moment before pulling away. "I'm just gonna lower you down, okay, puppy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." Steve circled behind him, pressing at the space between Eddie's shoulders to push him forward until his chest touched the ground, weight balanced on his knees, ass high in the air. Steve stroked a hand along his spine, using the other to pinch at one of Eddie's nipples. Eddie's breath caught, stuttering in his chest, then came back out in short pants and whimpers.

Steve bit down on a smile. The picture Eddie made was without compare. They didn't play like this too often—both of them prone to impatience in a way that meant getting Eddie to sit still long enough to carefully wind lengths of rope across his chest and limbs was generally something of a non-starter—but when they did it was glorious. A rush to Steve's system like no other. 

Eddie was like a bug caught in his web, and all Steve wanted to do was feast on his prey. 

"Steve, please."

He pulled his hands away entirely at the dropped honorific. "What was that?" he asked with a hard edge in his tone.

A choked sob shocked its way up Eddie's throat. "I'm sorry, sir. Please, please touch me, sir." 

The desperation in Eddie's voice made Steve's cock twitch, and he gave a considering hum, tempted to leave Eddie stranded without touch for just a little longer. 

But Eddie had been so well up until that little slip up, and Steve didn't feel particularly inclined to deny himself the pleasure of opening Eddie up on his fingers. 

He knelt down to trickle lube along the crack of Eddie's ass, watching intently as it dribbled down and over Eddie's twitching hole. Steve pressed two fingers to Eddie's taint, rubbing at the sensitive skin firmly, but gently. The whine Eddie let was intoxicating, and Steve was tempted to rush through the motions. 

But he knew the sounds he'd wring out of his boy would be all the sweeter if he had to really work for them. 

"You make such pretty noises for me, baby." Steve leant forward to whisper directly in Eddie's ear, keeping steady pressure against his opening. "You gonna let me in?"

The sound Eddie let out in response was almost a cry, and Steve watched as his back muscles rippled with the force of his nod. Steve felt punch-drunk on Eddie's unrestrained moans. The way he canted his hips back against Steve's hand without permission. 

Steve tightened the grip he had on Eddie's hip in warning. "Shh, none of that, sweetness. You don't get to move unless I tell you."

Eddie whined again, tremors wracking his entire body as he fought to hold still. 

"There we go, sweet boy. You're so good for me. 'M so proud of you."

"Please, sir."

"Please what, Eddie?"

"Please, please fuck me, sir. I can't—"

Steve pulled his hand away again, and Eddie's devastated gasp was like music to his ears. "I tell you what you can and can't do, isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry sir. Please, I just want—"

Steve leaned in close to his ear again, whispering roughly. "I know what you want, baby. You gotta ask for it nicely, though."

Eddie was near crying now as he tried to get himself under control. He swallowed heavily and tried again. "Please fuck me with your fingers, sir. I'll be so good, I promise."

Steve hummed, returning his fingers to Eddie's entrance, and stroking over the tight furl of muscle contemplatively. "That's good enough, I suppose."

Steve pushed past the tight ring of muscle, slipping his fingers into the tight heat of Eddie's hole. "Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, baby."

Steve watched as Eddie fought to keep his composure. The way he was bound and arranged didn't leave him a whole lot of leverage to thrust back onto Steve's fingers, but Steve knew from experience that he could certainly make an admirable try. Eddie was doing so well keeping himself in place, though—not trying to take even an inch than was given to him. 

"You're so good for me, baby. So pretty." Steve ran his free hand up along Eddie's spine again. "Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, sir."

Steve slowly sunk his fingers the rest of the way into Eddie's tight heat. He moved slowly, pumping them in and out as he had with Eddie's mouth earlier, and listening close to how the pattern of his lover's breath ebbed and flowed with each pass. On one shallow thrust in, Steve hooked his fingers, catching Eddie's prostate. He responded with a sharp yelp and a jerk backward. Steve graciously chose to overlook the movement out of turn. 

"That feel good, baby?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good. You're being so good for me, love." Steve continued rubbing intently at Eddie's prostate. 

Babbles and whines spilled from his boy's throat unendingly as Steve stoked his pleasure higher and higher. 

Steve's head tingled. The thrill of driving Eddie to the edges of his tolerance always drove him wild. Like he was stoking a fire within himself. He couldn't get enough of it. Wanted to have Eddie open on his fingers—on his cock—and stuttering nonsense for the rest of his life. Fuck work and responsibilities, all he wanted was to bring Eddie right to the precipice and hold him there. 

That, or let him tumble over—again and again and again, until he was wrung out, motionless, and at Steve's mercy.

"Please, pl-please, sir. Please, I need—want more."

"You beg so prettily for me, baby," Steve whispered harshly. He was tempted to shove another finger inside Eddie's tight heat, but it was hard to hit his prostate with any accuracy with more than two fingers, and Steve was more keen on riling him up with precision than stretching him wide tonight. "What do you want more of, love?"

"T-touch me, sir?"

"Mmm, I don't think I will just yet, sweet one. I'm rather enjoying watching you fall apart for me just like this."

Eddie sobbed, but didn't protest, hanging his head low between his soldiers. Eddie couldn't quite hold back the small hitches of his hips as he tried to meet each thrust of Steve's hand. 

"You want my fingers inside you so badly, don't you baby? Can't get enough of them. Wanna be stuffed full on my fingers and cock all the time. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes sir," Eddie panted. "W-wanna be…wanna be full of you. All the time. Want your fingers. Want your cock. Want you to ruin me, sir."

That inspired a groan from Steve, and he bucked his hips against Eddie's, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there. He wanted to feel Eddie come on his hand. Wanted to feel the tight ring of muscle clenching down and fluttering around his fingers. But for a second Steve considered tossing that plan out the window in favor of bullying his cock inside the tight clutch of Eddie's ass. 

One of them had to maintain their resolve, though. So Steve spared a moment to savor the fantasy, then carried on, ratcheting up the pace of his thrusting fingers.

"Sir!"

Steve leaned forward to catch a glimpse of Eddie's face and saw the way he was struggling to hang onto the honorific; silently mouthing Steve's name as jolted forward with each thrust.

"Say my name, Eddie."

"Steve," Eddie gasped out on a cracked moan "Steve, please, sir. I need you. Need you to touch me. Need you t-to end this. I n—"

"I know what you need, honey."

Steve didn't change up the speed of his thrusts, but did start driving them into Eddie's prostate with growing insistence. 

"Steve, please. C-can't take it, sir. N-need you to touch me. Need to come."

"You're gonna come on my fingers or not at all, puppy."

"Fuck."

Eddie sobbed, and Steve just kept working at his prostate, reaching up to grab a hold of the knot at the back of the harness as Eddie began to tremble more heavily in his grasp. "How close are you, darling?"

"Mmph."

Steve shook him in his grasp. "Words, Eddie."

"Nggh, y-yessir," he slurred.

Steve yanked Eddie upright so he was seated on Steve's fingers, pinned legs spread open across his lap, and positioned the two of them carefully so he could get a firm grip on Eddie's throat. Steve thrust up at the same time his other hand constricted around Eddie's neck. Eddie's breath froze in his chest—stoppered up before he could release it on so much as a sigh—until Steve let his hand go lax, and it all came rushing out as he went toppling over the edge. 

Steve hooked his chin over Eddie's shoulder to watch as his boy made a mess of himself. He rutted against Eddie's backside as he felt Eddie's hole clench around him with a crushing force.

As the aftershocks slowed, and Eddie's gasping breaths settled, Eddie slumped back in Steve's arms, resting his head back against Steve's shoulder. Steve loosened his grip on Eddie's throat, trailing his hand down the front of Eddie's chest to scoop up some of the come decorating his skin. He reached back up, pressing his fingers back to the seam of Eddie's lips. 

Eddie kept his eyes shut as he lazily sucked Steve's fingers into his mouth and licked them free of his own spend. 

"Fuck, baby, it's so hot when you do that."

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, suckling at Steve's fingers as he cleaned away the last drops. 

Steve pulled his fingers free of Eddie's ass, stroking along his flank soothingly when Eddie whined in protest. "Let's get you cleaned up and out of these ropes, love, alright?"

"Okay, Stevie," Eddie replied sleepily.

Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of Eddie's face. "You're always so good for me."

Eddie smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Steve's smile broadened, and he combed gentle fingers through Eddie's hair. "Anytime, Eds."

[alwayschasingrainbows]

Tangled Web Readalong Chapter 1.7.

another long post, so sorry about it, but I have so many thoughts about one, incredibly short paragraph...:

"Peter, being notoriously and incurably left-handed, had not been accepted for overseas service." (Tangled Web).

It appears that Peter Penhallow did not fight on the front lines of World War I. Didn't he enlist in the infantry after being rejected for overseas service? Was he unable to take part in the fight because he was left-handed? I haven't heard about such cases of exclusion from combat, but maybe one of you has such knowledge?

By the way, in this novel World War I is presented in a very negative light, which is surprising in Montgomery's novels. You can see how much her bitterness has grown over the years. In Rilla of Ingleside, the war is presented as a fight for a better world: bloody, yes, but glorious nonetheless. The soldiers returned wounded and aged, but in the glow of the glory of sacrifice for a better cause.

In Tangled Web, however, we see a completely different face of war: Naomi's husband does not recognize her and does not love her as before; Donna and Virginia lose their husbands, and their grief is shown in a mocking way; one of the men dies of pneumonia before he even has a chance to leave a training camp; the other experiences a "moment of glory", but it is described ironically and without due respect.

It seems to me that Montgomery no longer believes in fighting for a better world.

In Rilla, war is presented as consuming many lives, tragic, but in a way also... glorious and not without meaning. Pacifists are portrayed as ridiculous and harmful.

In Tangled Web, however, so far none of the main characters has commented on the war as a "great victory" or "a glorious fight for the homeland." In fact, it seems that none of the characters whose adventures we have seen so far took part in it (aside from Naomi's husband).

We know absolutely nothing about Hugh's reasons not to join (or did he?). Peter did not- although given his temperament and adventurous spirit he ought to have been the first to enlist. Left-handedness seems like Maud's hastily concocted explanation. Maybe Maud believed that war robs people of everything - including their energy and love for living on the edge? Maybe she didn't want Peter to stop being Peter?

I wonder how the war might affect the characters in other of Montgomery's books. Would Barney be able to love forests and write books about them if he had to fight for survival for four years? Would Teddy be able to paint if he had to come face to face with another man - perhaps a writer, a doctor, a father - and had to choose between his life and that man's? Or Walter, with his love of beauty - would he have been able to write poetry if he had survived?

One might say that Andrew Stuart continued to live, got married and started a family. True. But he himself claimed that the war aged him ten years. We don't know the trauma he underwent. Perhaps his too quick marriage to Robin, his inability to be a good husband to his young wife and a good father to his newborn baby was the result of war trauma? Who knows what was left of Andrew-of-the-years-before in Andrew who returned in 1918?

In her later novels, I think Maud doesn't specifically mention the war in relation to her characters (except Andrew). She even creates worlds in which there is no mention of war… Emily's Quest's ending, for example never mentions the war even though it should have happened there, especially as something about the war is mentioned in Emily Climbs: "one stormy night in a February of the olden years before the world turned upside down."

Similarly, there is no mention of the war in The Blue Castle (IWW) or Mistress Pat (IIWW) - at least as far as I remember - if I am mistaken, please correct me :).

I find it so interesting how Maud's change of heart is portrayed in her novels.

[lazywhispersobject]

Review: ‘Madame Web’ is actually a good movie. Yes, really.

I'm not gonna lie: while I was heading to the theater, I was concerned going into “Madame Web.” The majority of X, formerly known as Twitter, users seemed to be against what they saw as meager storylines and weak writing, characters, and performances, especially compared to other Sony/Marvel superhero movies, so I was hesitant. I was expecting “Madame Web” to be a lot worse than it was, but a few good performances and strong found family themes elevate “Madame Web” above some lesser Sony/Marvel superhero movies.

Columbia Pictures’ “Madame Web” was released in theaters on Feb. 14 and follows Cassandra Webb (played by Dakota Johnson), a paramedic in New York City. Webb finds herself having to protect three teenagers from Ezekiel Sims, a murderous adversary with superhuman powers who is hunting them.

“Madame Web” is set in 2003 and sort of pays homage to the conventions of the comic book movies of that era. The muted color palette and minimalistic special effects are all designed to remind viewers of movies like 2002’s “Spider-Man” or 2003’s “Daredevil.”

Also, like many of those movies, Webb is depicted as aloof and antisocial, with her friend having to drag her to social gatherings. Occasionally, with these characters it doesn’t feel realistic, but Johnson really sells it which makes it all the better when she finally finds her chosen family.

The other star of “Madame Web” is Adam Scott. I’ll admit that Scott and his glorious deadpan was half of the reason why I actually watched the movie in the first place, and he absolutely killed it as Ben Parker, a name most Spider-Man fans will recognize.

That’s the other thing about Sony’s recent Spider-Man Universe — it doesn’t have Spider-Man, but it gets really close. Sony is trying to convince people that its movies are in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but they’re not. It is this confusion that is driving audiences away from its movies after films like “Morbius,” which was both a critical and commercial failure. It’s a shame too, because with better marketing more people might be able to actually enjoy this movie.

I mentioned that Adam Scott was half the reason I wanted to watch “Madame Web,” the other half was because of Isabela Merced. Merced, known for her starring role as Dora the Explorer in 2019’s “Dora and the Lost City of Gold,” brings layers to the role of Anya Corazon, who was my favorite of the three girls. The A-plus-student Corazon was one of my favorite characters in the 2017 “Spider-Man” animated series. Still, Merced portrays her as more than just an intellectual here, which I appreciated.

Sydney Sweeney and Celeste O’Connor were okay as Julia Cornwall and Mattie Franklin, but the script doesn’t give them much to do other than be a goody-two-shoes and a rebel, respectively.

The writing for “Madame Web” is kind of basic. The hero gets powers that she can’t control, finds the other main characters and must come into her power to save them – it’s all been done before. I am willing to forgive it, though, because of the ending.

I’m a sucker for the found family trope. It’s one of my favorites and “Madame Web” is a great example of it. Webb is initially reluctant to save the girls, but after learning that their real families have abandoned or left them, she takes it upon herself to protect them. By the end, Webb accepts Corazon, Cornwall and Franklin as her chosen family.

The villain in “Madame Web” is also bland. Sims sees a vision of Corazon, Cornwall and Franklin killing him, which is fine, but what I don’t get is why he doesn’t just try to talk to them first, instead of going right to hunting them.

I also thought the dialogue mixing for him was off. Whenever he spoke in voiceover, it sounded much deeper than his actual voice.

There was a lot of good humor in “Madame Web.” Johnson and Scott have a good rapport as Webb and Parker, with Scott stealing the spotlight in every scene he is in. The girls also have good chemistry.

The music was surprisingly good. I appreciated the use of Britney Spears’ “Toxic” as a plot device, and Tiffany’s cover of “I Think We’re Alone Now” was also appropriate for the scene, because they were, in fact, alone.

Unlike most of X, I actually enjoyed “Madame Web.” If you ignore what people on the Internet say, maybe you will too.

by Tyler D'Errico - The Collegian

"Cassie"

Madame Web premiere

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Jubilee

Synopsis

Hurrah! The deadly Daleks are back! Yes, those lovable tinpot tyrants have another plan to invade our world. Maybe this time because they want to drill to the Earth's core. Or maybe because they just feel like it.

And when those pesky pepperpots are in town, there is one thing you can be sure of. There will be non-stop high octane mayhem in store. And plenty of exterminations!

But never fear. The Doctor is on hand to sort them out. Defender of the Earth, saviour of us all. With his beautiful assistant, Evelyn Smythe, by his side, he will fight once again to uphold the beliefs of the English Empire. All hail the glorious English Empire!

Now that sounds like a jubilee worth celebrating, does it not?

Propaganda

One of the most thematically rich and well crafted stories in Doctor Who. No story understands both the Daleks, and British imperialism better than Jubilee. Best Doctor Who story. (@finalpam8000 )

Neverland

Synopsis

The Web of Time is stretched to breaking. History is leaking like a sieve. In the Citadel of Gallifrey, the Time Lords fear the end of everything that is, everything that was... everything that will be.

The Doctor holds the Time Lords' only hope — but exactly what lengths will the Celestial Intervention Agency go to in their efforts to retrieve something important from within his TARDIS? What has caused the Imperiatrix Romanadvoratrelundar to declare war on the rest of creation? And can an old nursery rhyme about a monster called Zagreus really be coming true?

The answers can only be found outside the bounds of the universe itself, in a place that history forgot. In the wastegrounds of eternity. In the Neverland.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Spare Parts

Synopsis

“I'm not even sure they are people by the end. They're just so many tinned left-overs..."

On a dark frozen planet where no planet should be, in a doomed city with a sky of stone, the last denizens of Earth's long-lost twin will pay any price to survive, even if the laser scalpels cost them their love and hate and humanity.

And in the Mat-infested streets, round about tea-time, the Fifth Doctor and Nyssa unearth a black market in secondhand body parts and run the gauntlet of augmented police and their augmented horses.

And just between the tram stop and the picture house, the Doctor's worst suspicions are finally confirmed: the Cybermen have only just begun, and the Doctor will be, just as he always has been, their saviour...

Propaganda

The essential Cybermen story. A sad melancholic story which rips out your heartstrings. (@finalpam8000 )

Creatures of Beauty

Synopsis

A planetary ecological disaster... An incurable, disfiguring, genetic disease... Aliens, in breach of galactic law ...

Nyssa, under arrest... The TARDIS, inoperable... The Doctor, facing interrogation...

Another situation of dire peril is unfolding for the Doctor and his companion. However, what if it is not clear who is right and who is wrong? Who is ugly and who is beautiful?

Where does the story begin, and where does it end?

Sometimes, it is all a matter of perspective.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Doctor Who and the Pirates

Synopsis

All aboard, me hearties, for a rip-roaring tale of adventure on the high seas!

There'll be rum for all and sea shanties galore as we travel back in time to join the valiant crew of the good ship Sea Eagle, braving perils, pirates and a peripatetic old sea-dog known only as the Doctor!

Gasp as our Gallifreyan buccaneer crosses swords with the fearsome Red Jasper, scourge of the seven seas and possessor of at least one wooden leg! Thrill as Evil Evelyn the Pirate Queen sets sail in search of buried treasure, with only a foppish ship's captain and an innocent young cabin boy by her side! Marvel at the melodious mayhem which ensues as we sail the ocean blue!

And wonder why Evelyn still hasn't realised that very few stories have happy endings...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[pressplaytech]

Is cPanel on Its Deathbed? A Tale of Technology, Profits, and a Slow-Moving Train Wreck

Ah, cPanel. The go-to control panel for many web hosting services since the dawn of, well, web hosting. Once the epitome of innovation, it’s now akin to a grizzled war veteran, limping along with a cane and wearing an “I Survived Y2K” t-shirt. So what went wrong? Let’s dive into this slow-moving technological telenovela, rife with corporate greed, security loopholes, and a legacy that may be hanging by a thread.

Chapter 1: A Brief, Glorious History (Or How cPanel Shot to Stardom)

Once upon a time, cPanel was the bee’s knees. Launched in 1996, this software was, for a while, the pinnacle of web management systems. It promised simplicity, reliability, and functionality. Oh, the golden years!

Chapter 2: The Tech Stack Tortoise

In the fast-paced world of technology, being stagnant is synonymous with being extinct. While newer tech stacks are integrating AI, machine learning, and all sorts of jazzy things, cPanel seems to be stuck in a time warp. Why? Because the tech stack is more outdated than a pair of bell-bottom trousers. No Docker, no Kubernetes, and don’t even get me started on the lack of robust API support.

Chapter 3: “The Corpulent Corporate”

In 2018, Oakley Capital, a private equity firm, acquired cPanel. For many, this was the beginning of the end. Pricing structures were jumbled, turning into a monetisation extravaganza. It’s like turning your grandma’s humble pie shop into a mass production line for rubbery, soulless pies. They’ve squeezed every ounce of profit from it, often at the expense of the end-users and smaller hosting companies.

Chapter 4: Security—or the Lack Thereof

Ah, the elephant in the room. cPanel has had its fair share of vulnerabilities. Whether it’s SQL injection flaws, privilege escalation, or simple, plain-text passwords (yes, you heard right), cPanel often appears in the headlines for all the wrong reasons. It’s like that dodgy uncle at family reunions who always manages to spill wine on the carpet; you know he’s going to mess up, yet somehow he’s always invited.

Chapter 5: The (Dis)loyal Subjects—The Hosting Companies

Remember those hosting companies that once swore by cPanel? Well, let’s just say some of them have been seen flirting with competitors at the bar. Newer, shinier control panels are coming to market, offering modern tech stacks and, gasp, lower prices! It’s like watching cPanel’s loyal subjects slowly turn their backs, one by one.

Chapter 6: The Alternatives—Not Just a Rebellion, but a Revolution

Plesk, Webmin, DirectAdmin, oh my! New players are rising, offering updated tech stacks, more customizable APIs, and—wait for it—better security protocols. They’re the Han Solos to cPanel’s Jabba the Hutt: faster, sleeker, and without the constant drooling.

Conclusion: The Twilight Years or a Second Wind?

The debate rages on. Is cPanel merely an ageing actor waiting for its swan song, or can it adapt and evolve, perhaps surprising us all? Either way, the story of cPanel serves as a cautionary tale: adapt or die. And for heaven’s sake, update your tech stack before it becomes a relic in a technology museum, right between floppy disks and dial-up modems.

This outline only scratches the surface, but it’s a start. If cPanel wants to avoid becoming the Betamax of web management systems, it better start evolving—stat. Cheers!

[crystalromana]

Short Trip: The Heroine, The Hero and The Megalomaniac

I finally got around to reading this piece and ough.

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'And now I have my answer,' the small man murmured.

The Doctor shook his head. `No, you're wrong. It's not Charley.'

'There had to be something else,' his earlier self said. 'Don't you see? When the machine begins to extract your companion's memories, especially those memories associated with you, the temporal distortion widens exponentially. The chair is the trigger and she's the bomb!'

The Doctor snorted. 'This is not Charley's fault.'

'No, it's your fault You saved her and now she's leaving a trail of temporal anomalies wherever she goes. The fact that we're even having this conversation is evidence of that.'

'It isn't Charley,' the Doctor repeated, knowing he didn't sound too confident.

The other Doctor sighed. 'You've suspected the same thing for some time now. You know the threat she poses, but you refuse to do anything about it. You don't want to face up to the mistake you made. Deep down, very deep, you know you're going to need to deal with Charley. Just as you know that, in order to protect the web of time, you will have to lose her forever.

'It's always the same with you, isn't it?' the Doctor shouted. 'Web of time this, web of time that; you'd manipulate everyone, even your own companions, just to keep time happy. But that was your obsession, not mine. I wanted to explore again, wanted to let my hair down and remember what it was like to enjoy life. I knew the moment I met Charley that she would share my vision; she was so vibrant, so eager to travel, so alive. And I would show her the most marvellous, glorious things and I would see everything again through her eyes. So, yes: when the time came, I refused to let her die, I refused to let her burn to death, I refused to let her be just another insignificant statistic. I refused! And I would do it again!

The little man scowled. `So the universe is sacrificed just so you can have some fun.'

'How dare you reduce my relationship with Charley to that! And how dare you, of all people, accuse me of sacrificing others. Those mercenaries are just a means to an end. A source of information and now a helpful distraction while you go behind the Baron's back and steal away the artefact. And if all of Falsten's men get slaughtered in the process... well, their sacrifice was all in a good cause.'

[stupidsexpotflanders]

Veronica mars (series) or the good place (series)?

*Stretches fingers* This anon probably wants to see me get beat up,lol.

Both of them started really strong,but somewhat betrayed their core messages and shat on their own feast.

The winner is Veronica Mars,tho. The feast wasn't wholy ruined,I can salvage by doing my own thing,and there are plenty of people whose homes I can dine at(namely,ao3 and ffn).

Controversial opinions under the cut.

The Good Place started to go downhill on season 3,but the whole "modernity is why everyone goes to the Bad Place" was the cause of death,thinking back. And I have three reasons:

It's anti-historical. Colonization,exploitation and warfare had always existed. Yes,modern Doug got dinged because his cellphone was made on a sweatshop,the roses were planted by exploited workers and the CEO was a creep. However,there was a risk for negative points to ancient Doug as well. He used tools to plant those roses. How were those metals mined? Also,the land. Maybe it was conquered on a brutal war,or anything like that;

It ignores the positives of modernity. I'm not denying the world is still horrible in many ways,but the quality of life of the average human vastly improved throughout history. The medicine,for example. People were being maimed and killed by diseases we have eradicated by now,not to mention how what we know by basic hygiene(washing one's hands,covering own mouth when sneezing) nowadays are literal life savers. Not to mention how the world wide web itself - people can help other people with what's basically pocket money,local tragedies get international support sometimes,groups fighting regional injustices get to influence other people to do the same. Also,all kinds of information,knowing people from all over the world with ease. And that leads to my thrid point. Also,human rights. Things are far from perfect,but pretending we didn't make any advancement is just as counterproductive as pretending everything is perfect;

Despite telling it's pro-human,The Good Place doesn't show it,IMO. They mentioned all the pitfalls of (modern) Earth and decided the sollution was having 4 humans on an aferlife controlled by supernatural beings,and if they earned "paradise" if the got "good enough". The Earth was basically ignored by the narrative when dealing with the whole "everyone goes to the Bad Place". There was little to no appreciation for humanity and it's flawed,messy beauty. Bonus point - it's thesis about death was stupid,IMO. "Life is meaningful because it ends" is an okay message,but having a door one can go whenever they want kinda ruins the point. For humans,life is short(8-12 decades at most) and random(diseases,accidents). Therefore,each moment is precious.

Tahani's and Michael's ending were perfect,tho. They were experimenting new things. Jason should've been chilling and meditating in The Real Good Place for eternity,like a real monk,speaking wisdom to other residents and eventually turned into stardust by spontaneously transcending(maybe his sparkles would influence people on Jacksonville to do good). Eleanor and/or Chidi should've gone to Earth in order to help people out(two writing problems solved). It would respect Eleanor's own words "I know we're doomed,but why not try? Better than not trying!". As for Chidi,he had an innate desire to do good things and (supposedly) learned anything he could've. So why not putting said knowledge to good use in a complicated environment?

Now,onto Veronica Mars. Many people said it better than me,but her character was more or less ruined in Season 4. Basically it was:character regression,glorification of trauma,narratively undermining her relationships... However,Veronica was a glorious character from S1 to Mr. Kiss and Tell. Besides,seeing her finding herself at the movie was amazing. Weevil is also consistently a marvelous character,even being shafted in S4.

Now,onto my massively unpopular opinion: I'm not fond of adult!Logan. He has amazing chemistry with Veronica and is a generally healthier,gentler person but often feels underwritten. And said problem is with him as a Navy officer and a supposed good guy.

My issue it's not that he joined the Navy nor about him benefitting the structure,but how the armed forces are treated not only as perfect but as an automatic sign of a healthy moral compass. It goes against one of the main themes of the franchise. There's police corruption,political corruption,classism,racism,sexism,corporate corruption(Veronica's lawyering job in the firm comes to mind). But somehow,the military is immune to crooked people in power misusing it or being in cahoots with bad people for their own gain. I believe there should be some sort of betrayed idealism from Logan when facing the harsh reality,if he was to be a guy who truly cares about the world and wants to make a positive difference. At the same time,Lt. Echolls could be fighting the good fight from the inside - like someone who knows the ugly truth but keeps being unwaveringly optmistic and truly believes the institution. To top it all,there's no mention of him doing charity or activism(yes,there's the "cycling to save the planet",but I didn't get a hardcore environmental discipline at uni to believe 1(one) guy riding a bicycle is going to do anything about air pollution. Really,Hollywood writers are allergic to Social Studies,lol). It becomes even worse when remebering this is a franchise with delightful good guys like Keith and Wallace 🤡 Thank god for fanfics,tho. They can make Logan an actual hero.

However,Logan's surface-level goodness can be quite interesting if not taken at face value,IMO. He never comments on Neptune's corruption nor makes any complaints about moral complications at his service(someone as outspoken and perceptive as Logan would've noticed and done someting about it - even in the shape of small everyday actions). On the other hand,Logan made a quip about "missing money and power" to Veronica in MKAT. Maybe he wasted it all in his downward spiral- spending on parties/drugs/fair-weather friends,paying off threats(he beat up a guy that belonged to the Russian Mob),probably bailing himself out of jail. And I think that's the one that happened. The Navy gave him structure,discipline and a steady income. So,he didn't give a fuck about actually doing good for anyone outside of his circle. I've seen anayses about how teen!Logan was the femme fatale(no,I won't switch genders) and turned into the solid love interest. To me,the guy manages spectacularly to be both. He's a helpful,caring boyfriend to Carrie and Veronica,but also the perfect Navy Officer. Veronica Mars(and most noir works) questions things that look too flawless and pristine and invites a second look onto it. Therefore,it's logical to imagine Logan being ambitious,ruthless and willing to do anything to get any mission accomplished. Kind of a state-sanctioned mercenary. In fact,that's more or less the angle I'm going for in my fanfic about him(shameless self-promotion).

The winner is Veronica Mars. Besides being more or less consistent with it's themes(they fail,but it's still enjoyable when rewatching scenes,whereas The Good Place is retroactively ruined and only good through gifs and memes). Also,many bad parts of VM can be fixed by making my own headcanons,whereas the bad of The Good Place irrevocably taints the whole thing. To top it all,there aren't many tgp fans unsatisfied with their own show. Glad for them,but many of the fix-it fics in the vm fandom are amazing

[siremasterlawrence]

Corrupting The Spider verse

What the fuck? I yell reverberating through the empty room.

A shadows appears in the room watches me

as my hung upside down swing side to side.

“Who are you ? Why am I here?” I ask to no

avail.

The man walks up to me taking my hand in his shoving it up to stare me in the eyes.

“Boo!” He states boldly flipping the lights on with a simple pull.

“Spider-Man? What on earth?” I say in both disgust and surprise.

“Try again! You can’t escape!” he states in a huff”

“Fuck Off!” I say spitting at him.

Anger swelling in him goes awry attempting to slap me but I caught his hand.

“Fuck! How did you do that?”

“I am more powerful than you think.”

“Mwahahahahaha! I like you”

“Will you join me? I need you help”

“So you kidnapped me?”

“I freed you from reality “

“Hell no!”

“You are not Spider-man”

“How would you know?”

“Because Peter would never do that”

“You think Peter is the only one”

“Face me! I’ll show you “

I had enough squeezing my arms tightly in a way breaking through the ropes causing them to shred.

He stands impressively ready to blow up in a fight, I land a superhero landing in awe at my new power.

In this reality I am more powerful than I can actually believe, snapping my finger in the air.

The world I now inhabit shatters like pieces of glass free falling on to the ground leaving an empty space.

Beautiful in its own essence pitch black but glorious he is in no longer in total control of the situation.

I am no longer In conflict with my situation at this point I feel alive like never before more myself the ever.

The area showcases its true intents now so exhilaratingly it unfolds with spider webs are covering every way.

This the literal core of the Spider-verse all

parts of the web appear on the screen a si view them.

I can see all versions of Spider-man a gold throne is forming from a puddle of goo on the floor.

Wiping my eyes I stare in disbelief at what is in my sight, my feet move on their own to the throne.

Climbing the staircase one step at a time my souls fuels sigh fiery causing my bravado grows.

Reaching the top of the steps my body is lit turning to face my back to it and sit fully not aware of anything.

“Are you willing to accept the throne?”

“Who? What?”

“The ethereal voice of the thrown”

“Yes! I am “

“Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Bring me all of the main totems”

“Never speak”

“Embrace my power”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Like a ocean “

“Waves of destruction ruin you”

“You all want to surrender”

“So much easier”

“The threads of the spider-verse mesh”

“Threading together in to one”

“Connecting to my throne “

“Glowing up blowing up “

“Everything consuming you “

“Body succumbs “

“Mind relinquishing”

“Yyyyeeessss!”

“We must obey “

“We live for Master Lawrence “

“Peter Parker”

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

“Rise to your feet, come kneel at my feet and become my herald.”

“All of you “

“Look to the sky”

“See the other universes”

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

“Surrender your worlds to me”

“Bring wrath and destruction “

“I own all worlds”

“Your worlds are mine”

“Burn them to the ground “

The end