#when he isn’t talking about dinosaurs you can tell he’s thinking about them

[yourfavehatesautismspeaks]

Dr Grant Seeker from Disney’s Animal Kingdom’s Dinosaur! attraction and Countdown to Extinction book is autistic and hates Autism Speaks!

[Image Description: Two images set to the background of a flag with three stripes; the upper and lower stripes are both light red, the middle stripe is a darker red. The first picture has Dr Seeker - a young man of about 30. He is wearing a white lab coat over a jean shirt and a vey tacky tie. He has black hair, blue eyes, and is leaned in to the viewer with a devious smile on his face. The second image has the Autism Speaks logo crossed out with a ‘no’ sign. End Description.]

[greg-montgomery]

Friends to lovers with hotch. Bau!Reader has been pining forever but is deciding to move in after seeing Aaron and Beth be with each other. New guy also happens to be a single dad with a boy in jacks grade. Jack is not happy about another boy stealing his mom figure yk? Father son duo working together to get the girl.

Tbh idc what you write coz its always good. And im a sucker for jealous hotch ALWAYS

okay can i just say that when i saw this ask i got obsessed with the concept immediately!!! like that’s so cute???? also while writing this i was thinking “jack is such a little sweetie he wouldn’t have an attitude” but then i thought of this tiktok and remembered he can actually be salty af <33 LMFAOO

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“Buddy, what’s wrong?”

Jack hadn’t spoken a word the entire ride from school. Aaron was used to his bubbly sweet voice filling the car, telling him all about his day; so the silence was deafening.

“Nothing,” he replied, dropping his small bag on the floor and running to his room.

The truth was, Jack had been pretty moody lately and it was all because of you. Well, it wasn’t your fault of course, but it was your absence that had Jack throwing tantrums in a way he never used to before.

As Aaron’s best friend, your presence in his house, in his home, was a constant. Movies, dinners, board game nights…Jack had grown used to you. And he absolutely adored you.

When Beth came into Aaron’s life, though, things started to change. You were pulling away from him, from them. At first, Aaron thought that maybe you were jealous; and if that was true, he would drop Beth in a heartbeat and run into your arms. After all, she was only a distraction to him in order to get over you.

All those dreams of him were shuttered one day, when he had called to ask you if you’d join him and Jack for a movie night, only to be told you had a date: a date with the dad of one of Jack’s classmates. You told him the two of you met when you went to pick up Jack from school one day, and Aaron cursed the moment he had asked for your help. If he knew the dads there would be all over you, he wouldn’t have let you set foot into that damned school in the first place.

“Jack?” Aaron said, knocking on his door.

“Go away!”

“Jack, please talk to me. I want to help.”

There was a long pause before Jack finally opened the door and let his dad in.

“What did you do to her?” he asked with tears in his eyes.

“Buddy, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N. Why isn’t she your friend anymore?” Jack looked incredibly sad and it broke Aaron’s heart.

“We’re still friends,” he answered, softly. “What makes you think we’re not?”

“She’s never here anymore.”

“I know,” Aaron said. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not our friend anymore. We’ve just both been busier than usual.” He wasn’t technically lying, but he still felt bad.

“Why couldn’t you get together like they do in the movies?” Jack raised his voice. “Now she’s with Charlie’s dad. And she packs Charlie lunch and makes him sandwiches that look like dinosaurs like she used to do with me! It’s not fair, she was ours first!”

Well, that explained why he was so mad after school today.

Aaron couldn’t find any words to say, and how could he when he was just as jealous as his son? Jack was right; you were theirs first. And they’d win you back.

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“And dad told me we’ll go get ice cream later with Y/N!” Charlie exclaimed, but Jack did not share his enthusiasm.

“Okay,” Jack answered, rolling his eyes.

“And maybe we’ll go to the movies after. She said she loves watching cartoons! She doesn’t think they’re boring like all grown ups,” the kid continued, not realizing he was making Jack upset.

“I know, we watch cartoons all the time together,” he replied.

Right next to them, their fathers had a separate conversation, but very much similar to theirs.

“The kid loves her already,” Charlie’s dad, Nick, said, watching you from afar. They were all waiting for you to finish your little chat with that teacher friend of yours, so they’d finally leave the school building.

“And how can he not, I mean she’s so great,” he added.

“She is,” Aaron agreed, though gritted teeth.

“I’ll take them for ice cream now so they can bond a little more. This girl loves ice cream.”

“Yeah, I know.” Who did that guy think he was? Thinking that any detail about you would be news to Aaron. Of course he knew you loved ice cream. He knew you better than anyone. Anyone.

“Sorry!” you said, walking fast towards their little group. “I hadn’t seen my friend in a while.”

“That’s alright.”

“It’s okay.”

Aaron and Nick talked at the same time, which ended in them sending annoyed glances to each other.

“Well, we better get going then,” you said with a smile.

As all of you walked out of the building, Aaron heard you telling something to Nick and Charlie. “Can you wait for me in the car? I’ll be back in a minute!”

To Aaron’s surprise you approached his car with one eyebrow raised. Oh no, you were mad.

“Y/N,” he said, but you cut him off.

“Why are the two of you being mean to Nick and his son?”

“We’re not mean to them,” Aaron said, but Jack’s voice was louder. “Because we hate them!” he said.

“Jack.”

“What? It’s true. You said that Mr. Nick is ugly and a jerk!”

“Jack, language!” his dad scolded him.

You turned your gaze to Aaron. “Is this true?”

He sighed, in defeat. “Jack, can you please get in the car? I want to speak with Y/N.”

“Fine,” he said, and followed his dad’s request.

“So?” you said when you were finally alone.

“So…I may have said some things about Nick.”

“Why?” your soft voice asked.

“Because, I can’t stand the thought of him with you. God, Y/N, I can’t do this anymore. I want you. I want you to be mine. I wanna be the one who takes you for ice cream and the one who brags about you to the other dads.”

“Aaron…”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way-”

“Of course, I feel the same way, you idiot,” you said. “But then Beth showed up and I thought it was one sided!”

“Beth’s in the past.”

“She is?”

“Yes. She didn’t mean anything to me. It’s always been you,” Aaron admitted.

“Wow…” you said, placing your palm on your forehead.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I have two people waiting for me in the car right now. And I don’t want to just  blow them off.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll talk to Nick tonight. I promise,” you said, touching his hand. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Aaron smiled.

“She touched your hand,” Jack said with a smirk when his dad got back in the car.

Aaron stared at him through the rearview mirror with furrowed eyebrows, but Jack could read him very easily. So he just giggled.

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“Ew!” Jack yelled, his face forming a disgusted expression at the sight of you and Aaron kissing.

“Hey, you got your wish!” Aaron told him. “You should be grateful.”

“You know what I think?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“That our little Jack is jealous because he’s not getting any kisses.”

“No!” he giggled, as you and Aaron chased him, ready to cover his chubby cheeks with sweet kisses.

[strwbrryeyes]

tsuki and reader who loves video games :3 whenever reader finds a new game, they always talk about it to tsuki and have him try it with them at least once!! if tsuki likes the game, reader considers it a huge win; although tsuki doesn’t play a lot, if he sees reader playing a game he likes, he’ll sit with them and play for a bit <3

𖦹°｡⋆ Actually not boring (tsukishima x reader)

⟡ cw: no pronouns used i think, fluff, a little cussing, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything.

⟡ a/n: i kind of went off prompt i'm sorry </3 i just could only see tsukishima acting like this asdfghjkl hope you like it anyway but also i'm sorry if its bad im still getting used to writing again! alsosorryhinata-

“What the hell are you doing?” Tsukishima asks as he walks into your shared bedroom to see you at your new light blue and white PC setup. You turn around in your chair to face him with a bright smile on your face.

“I’m playing on Kenma’s new Minecraft smp!” you excitedly say to him as you pull him down to your level to show him how Kenma, Hinata, Kuroo, and Bokuto’s characters are all standing around the spawn area.

“Seems boring,” your boyfriend squints his eyes as he looks at everyone’s skins “what in the world is Bokuto’s avatar? it looks ug-”

“Isn’t handsome?! Just like me!” A loud screech from Bokuto comes through your headphones and cuts off Tsukishima and bursts your eardrum as you forgot to mute your mic and deafen. Tsukishima groans and rolls his eyes before grabbing your mic from your desk to bring it up to his face.

“No but it is ugly like you.” Tsukishima says into the mic causing Bokuto to shout and hit your character as if it was Tsukishima but you punch him back to get him to back off. After that small distraction, you deafen yourself and turn to look back your boyfriend.

“Jeez, thanks babe, now my ears are bleeding,” you glare at him and he scoffs shaking his head, “Why don’t you play with us? I’m sure you’ll have fun!” you change the subject to try to convince Tsukishima to play with the group but all he does is plop on the bed on the otherside of the bedroom.

“Minecraft is boring and childish, we went over this when you tried making me play with you last month.” Tsukishima says in a monotone voice as he scrunches his face.

“But this time it’s mod-”

“Nope, don’t care you can��t convince me.” He cuts you off not even giving you a chance to finish what you were saying making you let out a huff and turn back to your PC.

What you were trying to explain before you were rudely interrupted, was that it was a modded Minecraft server with a bunch of different tech, magic, and animal mods and that you really thought he would enjoy it since some of the mobs that were added to the game were different types of dinosaurs you could tame and ride. You shake it off not caring enough to try to convince him again for now.

After about an hour and a half, you and Tsukishima are still in the same spots as before doing your own thing while talking to each other occasionally. The both of you had ordered dinner since neither of you were really up to cook or go out so Tsukishima had paid for the food so long as you agreed to go down the the apartment complex lobby to pick it up from the delivery driver.

“Babe, food is almost here you can go down to the lobby now.” Tsukishima told you making you groan out of annoyance because you were working on a tech project with Hinata on the server and didn’t want to leave him alone for the fear that Hinata may break something important (he isn’t very good with minecraft mods).

Regardless, you deafened your headset after telling Hinata you would be right back and to not touch anything before standing up from your seat and turned to face your boyfriend “Okay, I’ll go get the food but can you come sit here and make sure Hinata doesn’t touch anything?” you asked Tsukishima with puppydog eyes and a pout that he couldn’t resist so all he did was sigh and sit at your desk like he was told, making you happy and then off you went to get the food.

After you left, Tsukishima didn’t pay much attention to your computer screen since Hinata had told everyone in the game chat that he was going AFK to go to the bathroom and after knowing Hinata after all these years, Tsukishima knew Hinata would be in there for a while so Tsukishima was just scrolling through his phone until he saw movement on your screen in the background. He figured Hinata had come back from the bathroom but it hasn’t even been that long so he took it upon himself to fully look at the screen and what he saw was Bokuto and Kuroo running around what seems to be your base. At first, Tsukishima wasn’t too worried but still kept an eye on them incase they did something stupid because if they did and you came back to something being wrong, you would blame him for not stopping it. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the two avatars came back into frame with a…dinosaur? Tsukishima couldn’t really process what was happening except for the fact that these two bafoons were dragging a large mob that was named ‘Kei’ with a lead and away from your base. Confused and annoyed Tsukishima picked up your headset and undeafend it to hear what Kuroo and Bokuto were saying in proximity chat.

“Bro, they’re going to kill us!” Bokuto sounds worried as he follows Kuroo around.

“They’re AFK she won’t even know it was us, she’ll just think Shoyo did it!” Kuroo quietly shouts as if he didn’t want other people to hear. ‘What an idiot’ Tsukishima thought before unmuting the mic.

“What do you think you dumbasses are doing?” Tsukishima says seriosuly into the mic causing the two to stop dead in their tracks.

“Kuroo made me do it!” Bokuto finally yells into his mic before running away into the distance leaving Kuroo behind.

“Listen, Tsukishima, you don’t have to tell [name],” Kuroo says nervously as he unleads the dinosaur “I’ll just leave it here an-” Kuroo is cut off by Tsukishima running towards him with a sword but is slowed down when he runs out of hunger giving Tsukishima the leverage to kill Kuroo.

Now that those two ‘idiots’ were gone, Tsukishima took it upon himself to inspect the mob that looks like a dinosaur. He smirked at the fact that it was named after him, thinking it was cute and also mounted it with a saddle to he could ride it a bit.

A few more minutes go by and Tsukishima is still playing around with all the mobs you have already found in the short time you have been playing and was (un)surprisngly amused, so amused that he forgot that you weren’t even in the apartment until he heard the door to the bedroom open,

“Sorry I took so long, I had to talk to the front desk about a package that I was supposed to get…” You walk on saying but got quieter when you saw your boyfriend flying in the sky on a dragon. Tsukishima didn’t even want to turn around because then you would see that his face is red from embarrassment so he just kept flying in circles until you forcibly turned the chair around to make him look at you with a smirk plastered on your face. “Whatcha doin there, my love?” You smugly ask him as he struggles to find the words to say.

“I uh- I um stopped Bokuto and Kuroo from stealing your pet!” Was all your flustered boyfriend managed to say. It wasn’t often Tsukishima would get flustered like this but everytime he did, you would soak it in to make sure you never forgot it so naturally, you took a picture. 

The picture snapped him out of his embarrassed state to glare at you but witht hat shit eating grin on your face, he knew he had no choice of redemption so he caved and told you everything that happened with annoyance but excitement in his voice.

“Oh! I also got you this giant wolf looking thing! It was right outside your base and I thought you might want it!” Tsukishima exclaims like a child as you sit ontop of his lap giggling as he showed you things he thought were cool after he was adamant not hearing you out on how he should play on the server too.

“Kei, my love, your PC is right next to mine,” you manage to let out between giggle as you point to Tsukishima’s barely used computer set up that he sometimes used for work and to occasionally play other video games with you “Why don’t you just play with all of us? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind!” you once again ask him to join the server but all he responds with is a sigh and a look that automatically says no.

“They’re going to make fun of me for being a nerd!” Tsukishima ends up pouting not being able to stay seriously annoyed at you for too much longer and all you can let out is a single ‘Ha!’ before kissing his forehead.

“They aren’t going to make fun of you! They’re just as big of nerds as you are! Kenma is literally working with a magic mod while Kuroo is making a rocket to go to the moon with Bokuto while me and Hinata are making an automatic cooking station so we can open our own restaurant!” You explain to Tsukishima, telling him more about the different kinds of mods that are on the server which only intrigues him even more making him agree to play on the server on the condition that you two make another base further away from everyone else so no one could bother him too much which you agreed to.

Before setting up everything Tsukishima needed to download on his own computer, you both travelled a couple thousand blocks and found the perfect biome to start your modded minecraft journey together and moved all of your belongings and pets there so you wouldn’t have to go back and forth. Once everything was moved to your new area, the both of you logged off for the night to go eat your now cold dinner and agreed that you would play more tomorrow night and that you would both learn what each mod does before focusing on one specific mod.

Tsukishima wouldn’t show it, but he was actually extremely excited to play on this server with you and his high school friends since he never really got to see them anymore and wanted an activity to bond over with you. He was happy and he has you to thank.

BONUS:

~Half an hour after you and Tsukishima logged off: Hinata Shoyo’s apartment~

Hinata groans as he leaves the bathroom walking back to his desk, muttering something about how he shouldn’t have eaten that much mac and cheese. 

As he sits back down and exits the menu/paused screen of minecraft Hinata is left speechless as he looks around him and sees that mostly everything that was once there is gone except for a few of his own chests and a few signs that you left behind that read ‘Sorry Shoyo, Tsukishima is making me live with him now’ ‘We can still work on the restaurant but we cant be roommates </3 - [name]’ Hinata sighs as he finishes reading the signs and starts to walk away to go find someone else to hang out with until he sees another sign a few blocks away that says ‘haha loser - tsukishima’ and at that point Hinata just decides to log off.

[runa-falls]

scratches and bites - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: Could be a little off-canon for some characters, lots of plot, slight angst, Miguel is an helicopter mom, reader just wants some friends :(

a/n: ok. i didn't realize how much i wanted to put into this chapter so spicy stuff is coming NEXT chapter. promith. i've already written some of it. anyway, i'm glad y'all are enjoying my O'Hara content. I hope this lives up to your expectations lmfao

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. You regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. This is what you've been doing since he swept you away.

w/c: 2.2k

series masterlist | main masterlist

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So being “Spider-Woman” turned out to be harder than you thought. It’s not all swinging from and shooting webs like you imagined. Apparently, there’s a spider-specific physical regimen you’re required to keep up with. Every day. 

You’re almost convinced that you’re being hazed into the spider-verse community because you are yet to see anyone else doing upside-down web squats on a 100-story building. Not to mention the life-threatening training simulations you were thrown into as soon as you arrived in Nueva York. 

“They can’t hurt you, Kid. They’re holograms.” 

“Yeah, that’s what they want you to think O’Hara, but my ass has been kicked enough to prove differently.”

“Alright, well they can’t kill you.”

Miguel has been “training” you for the last few months to become the best Spider-Woman you can be, pushing you harder than you’ve ever been pushed before. Though these days, this “training” is actually just him telling Parker to drill you in whatever he thinks will work. 

O’Hara attempted to do it himself for like three days, and it turns out he’s too impatient to take in a spider apprentice or even be in a room where you do anything but exactly what he commands. 

You should’ve expected it. 

Sure, Miguel is a naturally grumpy man, but you swear he has it out for you. He literally tenses whenever you enter the room and makes sure to barely meet your eyes when he’s forced to talk to you.

Actually, ever since you were dropped in the middle of Spider-Central, O’Hara has been ignoring you. Treating you like the plague. Always making the excuse that he’s too busy with things that are far more important than anything you’d ever have to say. As if he wasn’t the one who forced you to come with him in the first place…

It’s not fair. He was literally all you had. 

Months ago, he showed you a side of him, the one that convinced you that he actually brought you here for a reason, but now he can’t even look at you. Sure, you’re a particularly slow learner, and one that never really liked PE, but you deserve some slack. You left everything for him – for them. 

Meeting people who’ve gone through similar circumstances as you was quite interesting, to say the least. And it doesn’t stop at people either. Spider cars, dinosaurs, and cats were just the beginning. 

You’ve made a few friends. There’s Gwen, a 15 (or was it 16?) -year-old who mostly talks about her friend Miles, music, and…uh, Miles. It’s sweet how she gushes on about some guy without fully realizing how into him she is. Miles sounds great, really great, but you’ll probably never get to meet him because of the number of restrictions placed on your watch. Fucking O’Hara and his parental controls. 

Gwen is cool, she plays the drums and can do a bunch of acrobatic things that you’d never even attempt, but she’s also almost a half-decade younger than you. There’s only so much you can talk about before you start getting homesick. Of course, despite her young age, she’s still given more responsibilities and missions than you. If Miguel has one hobby, it would be undermining everything you do. 

“She’s been in the game longer than you have.” He always makes that excuse. 

And you always counter it with: “But I’m older! I can do more than just scream for help!”

“This isn’t a discussion.” That honestly might be his favorite phrase to shut you up these days. “You’ll be called on when you’re ready, Kid.” And that. 

“I am ready. And stop calling me that. I’m not a kid, I’m 20 years old!”

“Yeah, whatever.”

There’s also Peter Parker, your reluctant coach. He’s…something else. Sure, he’s your friend, but he’s more like a substitute teacher and crazy uncle type of guy. Usually, he listens to everything Miguel says, acting like a glorified babysitter, but sometimes, he’s up to bend the rules on some things.

Once he let you visit his dimension, claiming you’d need some real-life experience as a “friendly-neighborhood spider-woman”. You spent that day chasing down petty robbers and helping old ladies cross the road. Sure, it was a small field trip, but that was only the third dimension you’d traveled to at the time. 

Parker is also always trying to get you to hold his daughter whenever she comes to work claiming that “it’ll be good for your mental health, trust me.” Of course, for Parker, every day is “bring-your-kid-to-train-the-new-spider-woman-day”. And really, you don’t mind holding her, but not when you’re in the middle of sparing 5 of Doc Ocks tentacles. 

The baby is adorable, but you do worry about how she crawls up the walls. Parker doesn’t seem fazed. Actually, neither does O’Hara. 

Sometimes you wonder if O’Hara wants kids one day. He certainly handles Mayday like a pro, letting her crawl over his shoulders and paperwork. Would he possibl– No, actually, it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, because he left you. He’s not – couldn’t even be an option. – Anyway…

Parker and Mayday are nice company and the only real constants in your life, but you really just want to be a consistent part of the team. You don’t know how much longer you can spend your days doing swinging drills and spider crunches (don’t even ask). But Parker has actually been your rock these past months, to give him credit. He’s one of the few people that makes you feel like you belonged in this distorted array of spiders and dimensions.

Then there’s Hobie. 

The first time you met him you probably had literal stars in your eyes. Donned with a spiked vest and several facial piercings, he caught your attention right away. He catches everyone’s attention. Even his suit is cooler than everyone else’s with a spiked mohawk that surely gets in the way.

Unfortunately, just as you were hoping to take on the Brit as your mentor for all things spider, he was decidedly off-limits, courtesy of O’Hara. Apparently, his rebellious nature and brash energy make him a “bad influence”. 

“Seriously? You should be glad that I’m taking a bigger interest in my training.” You have your hands posted up on your hips, trying to make yourself look bigger than you actually are. Damn, O’Hara and his domineering presence!

He rolls his eyes openly, genuinely already done with the conversation. “Yeah…your ‘training,’ sure.” 

“What is that supposed to mean!” You practically whine it out.

“Don’t get distracted gatita, just do as you’re told.”

“Ok, what does that mean? I don’t speak Italian.”

“That was Spanish dumbass.”

Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hanging out with him anyway (though he’s not around as much anymore). Who knew making friends as Spider-Person would be so hard. You’d think you’d have a lot in common with everyone around you, but really, you’re all alone. Sometimes you think the spiders actually resent you deep down because you’re the only one that has never lost anything. Or had anything to lose in the first place. 

For now, you’re just moving through a sea of spiders, trying to catch a glimpse of what you’re supposed to be doing here. Trying to figure out why you were chosen over the infinite other versions of you in the multiverse.

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So far you’ve been on 2 and a half missions. The half was when you were forcibly sent home and effectively grounded for a week. Apparently, talking to civilians while standing guard is prohibited, even when they’re selling dip’n’dots. What? It was a long ass mission. And it was hot! 

This one is your official third mission. It’s quite simple, in theory. Just travel to Earth-275A, infiltrate a tech lab, pick up some – worryingly volatile – equipment, and go home. Easy. 

Except, it didn’t exactly go that way. 

It’s just you, Miguel, Gwen, and Jess on this mission. You and Jess were placed on lookout duty (you on the roof and Jess on the ground with her bike), while Miguel and Gwen broke in and out of the building. It was all running smoothly, each spider occasionally muttering quietly through the radio whenever their positionings changed. Otherwise, it was silent. And frankly, a bit boring. 

You idly kicked around some pebbles that somehow found their way onto the roof of this tall ass building, sometimes smacking them against the half wall separating you from falling a thousand feet downwards. You were actually dying to get back to HQ because you briefly spotted Hobie talking to Parker and Mayday before you had to go. He’s been quite absent lately, and you want to show off some of the new moves you learned this week.

Then, there was suddenly action. 

A huge explosion surges out the right side of the building that O’Hara and Stacy were infiltrating. That mission plan was not kidding when they described the ‘volatility’ of the shit inside of those supply crates. Deep creaking and smashing objects follow the blast. You watch as the tallest building in the city starts to tilt. Shit, the explosion must’ve taken out some of the support beams.

You hear Miguel yelling your name through your earpiece, as well as heavy breathing and crumbling concrete in the background. 

“Y-yes? Copy–”

“You and Gwen collect the crate and get out of here. I already called for a portal. Jess and I will get surrounding civilians away from danger.” 

“Understood, sir.” You don’t usually call him anything like ‘sir’, but the stakes are high and complete compliance is needed at this moment. 

“Crate is located on the top floor, Stacy is already there waiting for my word.” You briefly shake yourself out, mentally preparing yourself to scale the larger building in front of you.

With a quick fwp, you attach your web to the nearly as tall building next to your target to give yourself some leverage. You jump without even giving yourself time to think about it, tugging slightly at the web, making sure to collect as much kinetic energy as possible. You release the web when you get to the highest point and spit out another web to get you to the top floor of the building. Luckily the blast took out the windows so you could easily enter the floor. 

There, Gwen stands next to a crate with several scientists and guards nicely pasted onto the walls with perfectly placed webs on each limb and over their abdomens. 

“Took you long enough.” 

“It’s been 30 seconds!”

“Relax, I’m teasing.” She shoots out a couple of webs and connects them to the crate. “Here, help me out with this.” You follow her movements, pulling at your webs slightly to get a good evaluation of its weight. Surprisingly, it moves quite easily, almost three inches from your soft tug.

“Why’re we both doing this when it weighs 100 lbs. We have super strength.”

“I dunno, Miguel just gave us the orders. There’s probably a reason. It doesn’t really matter.” You frown realizing you could’ve been down there helping O’Hara save actual lives but instead, you were ordered to assist a teenager on a one-person job. “The portal is opening in a few seconds on the roof of the building behind us.” Gwen doesn’t seem phased. “We can just swing it with us.”

“Isn’t this shit going to blow up if we move it too harshly?”

“Not when it’s in this protective crate.” She steps closer to the broken window, mentally measuring and planning out the escape route. “That explosion earlier was from an open container.” You hum, still torn over leaving Gwen to do the delivery so you can help people get out of the way faster. “You ready then?” She’s been watching you. Clearly, your thoughts are painted on your face.

You nod briefly, “Let’s go.” Together you take each side of the crate and use your other arms to swing yourselves over to the portal that magically appears. This time, that odd purring sound of the portal is completely blocked out by the chaos going on around you. Somehow the building has still only tilted a little bit since the explosion. 

As Gwen pushes the crate into the gateway, you look down at the streets, watching as Miguel and Jess work impeccably together as they save hundreds of civilians from falling debris and the inevitable demolition of the building.

Then you look back a Gwen, who’s ready to head home. Then you look down at them again. 

Then your eye catches on a red sedan sheltering a terrified family that sits under the chaos.

Gwen catches your eye. “Don’t.” 

“I have to.” 

“Migu–”

“Would do the same.”

“--Will mur-der me.” You sigh, but quickly shoot a couple of webs downwards without looking. Gwen has her arms folded, sharing that unamused expression that Jess loves to sport. Her feet are now temporarily stuck to the floor. You’re sure she could get out of it in a second, but you can tell, she’s not going to stop you. “Don’t die.”

Right before jumping off the ledge, you send her a cheesy smirk, “Me? Never.”

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24 Hours With The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (the vogue series)

warnings: Hints at smut (sorta) and I think that’s all… let me know if there’s something I didn’t catch

Morning:

“Hi Vogue! It’s Y/n Barzal and welcome to my home. Please join me and my family for the day,” you greet, moving to the side to allow Vogue’s camera crew to come in and follow you down the long hallway.

“Everyone is already ready for the day. Mat loves taking over in the morning. He’s so domesticated and he gets all flustered whenever I bring it up, but he loves it,” you grin and cover your cheeks to stop your blush from being shown on camera.

“What do I love?” Mat asks with a proud smile on his face because Sloane is in his arms. Sloane is such a daddy’s girl.

Before answering him, you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and kissing Sloane’s chubby cheeks. “How domesticated you are. You love being a daddy,” you answer, patting his pec.

“Oh jeez,” he says under his breath, cheeks already getting red.

“Don’t get shy. You’re the best dad ever. We’re so lucky,” you reassure him, kissing his neck chastely.

“So, on today’s agenda is training with my favorite trainer,” you say looking up at Mat with a smirk. “Then I have a fitting with Victoria’s Secret. After that we will have lunch and we have some shopping to do! It’s going to be a long day, but hopefully we can make it fun,” you talk about the day ahead.

“Mama!” Angel shouts, tugging on your jeans and holding his arms up for you to pick him up.

“My Angel boy! I love you. Sometimes AJ just wants so much attention, and I absolutely love it. It doesn’t matter who he gets attention from, he just craves it.”

“He gets that from me except I only crave attention from my wife and kids,” Mat chimes in, stepping behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You roll your eyes in fake annoyance and not a minute later Nolan is begging to be held too.

“Nolan is a mommy’s boy,” you say, smiling wide and eyes flashing with unconditional love.

“Mommy is so pretty,” Nolan whispers but the camera still catches it. You have to stop yourself from melting into a puddle on the floor.

“She is, isn’t she, buddy,” Mat whispers as well, attacking you all with kisses that make you squeal in delight.

Afternoon:

“This is my favorite private training spot! It’s just so convenient. Whenever we book it we’re able to bring the kids and there’s so much room for them,” you tell the camera, walking around to give a small tour of the area.

The camera pans around to show Nolan and Angel playing with their favorite dinosaur toys and Sloane resting peacefully in her baby rocker.

“Being that the Victoria’s Secret fashion show is less than a month away, I have started training. I workout every week, but we’re doing some specific training, so Mat will show me some boxing moves that he’s learned and he will give me a workout that he does. It’s a lot more for me, but that’s my goal!”

“She’s an absolute beast. I thought she was going to be tired and worn out, but she’s the strongest person I know,” Mat says, kissing your lips.

“It helps when you have an amazing partner.”

The camera films you going through multiple circuits of various workouts, each harder than the last. Halfway through, you take a break to replenish yourself and to feed Sloane while Mat gives the boys their snacks.

“Whenever we’re here by ourselves we still take a break just to let our muscles relax and to rehydrate, but with the kids here we usually don’t finish our workout. We end up running around with the boys until our legs feel like jello. It makes night time easier when the boys let out their pent up energy,” you explain.

True to your word, the camera films you and Mat chasing Nolan around while you have AJ in your hold. Their giggles fill up the room and you’ve never heard something more precious. When everyone is spent, all laid out on the floor, you pick up Sloane to set her on Mat’s chest. Yeah, sometimes you will get jealous that she’s so attached to Mat, but you can’t deny the flutter of feelings you feel whenever you see them together.

She immediately cuddles into his chest and his giant hands rest on her back, she falls asleep so easily with him. You get up from your spot on the floor, needing to have some contact with your husband. You sit by his head so he can rest it in your lap while you play with his hair.

“These are my favorite types of workouts. I know a lot of people see me focused on my work, but I will never choose something over my family.”

“It’s our pride and joy,” Mat confirms.

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“Next up: my VS fashion show fitting!”

“Okay, before we go in, it’s pure chaos in there so stick with me,” you say the next time the camera is rolling. You had to drop off both boys with your best friend Beverly, but it was best as it’d be too much for all of you to attend your fitting.

“I’d love to show you my outfit, but I’m afraid that’s top secret, so I guess we have to settle for only seeing the wings,” you say, tying your robe to hide one of your many outfits.

You go through makeup and hair just to see what it’ll look like before the big show. It’s a lot of trial and error, but it’s fun for you. While you’re in the chair and your hair is getting styled, Mat is sitting next to you with Sloane on his lap. She’s babbling and her hands wander Mat’s cheeks. She feels the smoothness of his fresh shaven face and she presses a messy kiss to the skin. It makes Mat laugh that laugh that you only hear when he’s truly happy.

“It’s time for the wings!” One of the stylists cheers.

You look at the camera with wide eyes and a giddy smile. It’s your first time wearing a pair of wings for the Victoria’s Secret fashion show.

“Are you ready?” Mat asks, knowing the wings are something you’ve been waiting for.

“Yeah! I’m nervous, though.”

“You’ll be perfect,” he assures you.

“Okay! We will put the wings on over the robe and then we’ll go over the measurements of the straps. Ready?”

“Yes!”

The stylists help you slide the wings on and when you get a look at yourself, you start to tear up. For a few minutes you’re quiet, small streams of tears falling from your eyes. Mat is quick to get up, adjusting Sloane in his hold, and pulling you into him.

“You look beautiful, babe. You were meant to wear these wings. I love you and I’m so proud of you,” he whispers against your temple. You cry a bit more, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him a few times.

“I love you more,” you say back.

“This is a moment I have been waiting for for what feels like forever. I’m so grateful to finally experience my first pair of wings!” You exclaim to the camera.

“Next we are having some food at my best friend’s house!”

The camera next films Mat, your best friend, the kiddos, and you at Beverly’s kitchen island.

“This is Beverly Blount, my best friend and the best actress in the entire industry,” you introduce your blushing bestie.

“This is basically our second New York home. We always come over here to eat and hang out,” Mat informs.

“Our babies love to be with auntie bb!”

“It’s only because they love my cooking.”

“Well that’s what happens when you’re a good cook.”

Nolan is sitting on the island, leaning against you while you stand, feeding him because he’s a big mommy’s boy and you love spoiling him. Angel is in Mat’s arms while he’s also standing at the island, but AJ is passed out. If Angel can sleep in Mat’s arms, he will. He has the hardest time whenever Mat goes on a roadie.

As you all continue eating and talking, you take a look around, enjoying the way everyone interacts together. When you met Mat, you knew he was the one, but you never imagined your life the way it is now. You didn’t expect to have kids at a young age, but you wouldn’t trade them for anything. You know Mat feels the same way. You can see it now, how he holds his babies whenever his hands are free or not free, or how he looks at them like they’re the most precious beings. They are.

You press a kiss to Nolan’s cheek, making him turn around and kiss your forehead- something he’s picked up from Mat. You move closer to Mat, arms circling around his waist and letting your head rest on his shoulder. You smile when he pecks the skin of your neck. Angel may be asleep, but that doesn’t stop you from kissing his cute face. The same with Sloane, as she sleeps you kiss her tiny nose.

Evening:

After you finished eating, Beverly talked you and Mat into letting her watch Sloane, so you and Mat could finish the rest of your errands. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, because you trust her with your life, but you didn’t want to overwhelm her being that Sloane is still a baby. That being said, now you and Mat are out shopping.

“We are here at YSL looking for a suit for Mat. He wants to dress in something new for when he attends my fashion show, and I can’t blame him. Plus, I love to wear his button up at night when we get undressed because it smells like his cologne.”

“She also loves being my stylist.”

“That's true; no one dresses barzy better than me,” you sass, chin up and a smirk painting your face.

You feel your husband come up behind you, hands resting on your hips and his face hiding in your neck. He kisses the skin a couple times before whispering in your ear, “and no one undresses you better than me,” paired with a chaste kiss. Your face flushes and you have to resist the urge of stopping the interview and heading home.

“I think I should just stick with a plain black suit, so we don’t have to stay here too long,” Mat tries to get you to comply, but you deny his request, stating that he needs to try all his options.

“Mat loves a black suit. Which I’m not sure why because he looks breathtaking in blue. Watch, when we’re done here, he’ll have a brand new blue suit to take home,” you rant.

As time ticks by, Mat tries on a variety of suits and outfits, simply skipping over the blue suit. He knows you’re right.

“Maty, baby,” you lay it on thick, knowing you’ll get him to cave.

“I think you should try on the blue suit. You know you look gorgeous in blue,” you whisper to him, hands holding onto the back of his neck and staring deep into his eyes.

He sighs, “fine.”

You grin at the camera, desperately trying to hold in your laughter.

When he walks out the dressing room, everything unbuttoned and untucked, you reach out for him as he loves when you do it for him.

“You like it?” You ask as you’re tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt.

“Yeah, it looks nice. Actually this one is my favorite,” he says.

You turn him around to face the mirror, fixing some loose strands of his hair. He stares at himself, looking at your reflection for your approval.

“You look so good, baby,” you say while snapping a picture of him.

Once you’ve paid for everything, including a pair of heels you just needed, you walk out the store, arm wrapped around Mat’s waist while he holds the bags.

“Thank you so much Vogue for following us around. Now, we need to get our babies home, fed, and in bed. Night time is sacred to the Barzals. Because it’s our favorite time of day- an intimate part of our day, we will part ways here. I love you all and I hope you enjoyed a day in our lives. Bye!” You say, blowing a kiss to the camera.

a/n: Idk why this took me forever (forever for me at least) this isn’t exactly my favorite, but I hope y’all enjoy it! I think this is the last installment for the vogue series. It’s been fun!

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🦕 Commander Mills x female reader 🔞 NSFW ⚠️ CW // skinny dipping, praise, waterfall sex ✏️ 2.8k words

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Between securing shelter, exploring your surroundings, and running from creatures you still can’t believe exist in this world, it has been an endlessly stressful, restless three days since the crash.

"This way," Commander Mills says. He marks another tree as you both turn right down a semi-clear path lined on either side in trees, palms, shrubs. You follow and walk together for another half-mile or so.

You hear it before he does.

"Oh my god," you gasp, reaching for his wrist.

Mills steps in front of you, gun ready. "What?"

His instinct to protect you makes your body vibrate. A warmth spreads throughout you that you haven't felt in years prior to crashing in this god-forsaken place. You know it's wildly inappropriate fantasizing about a man who spends every second of every day and night protecting you and trying to get you home...

"Through here," he says, using his corded forearm to push a palm frond out of the way for you.

...but then his eyes do that thing when they look at you, and then that sexy strand of hair falls into his eye, and his hands are just so /so/ big. 

"Mills," you gasp, but he's already a step ahead, slipping out of his gun strap, and dropping it to the ground.

Before you... is paradise. 

It's a blue lagoon shaded by a canopy of palm leaves and lush, greenery. It's crystal-clear water and ample protection provided by the mountain behind. It's several thin streams of rushing water cascading from the cliffs above and into the pool below. It's...

Mills's chiseled back as he strips his shirt while approaching the water.

He falls to his knees at the shore and cups water into both of his massive hands, then lifts them to his mouth.

"It's fresh," he announces, looking over his shoulder. "I think it’s a cold spring."

He turns back to the oasis and you take the opportunity to drop your own pack, your gun, your knife. 

He must hear you unzip your pants because he turns to look, but stops himself. 

"S-sorry," he mutters, his attention returning to what he can gather in his paws and slurp down. (It's a lot).

"Don't mention it," you say, shucking your shirt and padding toward the water in just your bra and panties... the same ones you'd been wearing since the crash. 

And you know a bra is impractical in a post-apocalyptic, dinosaur infested, Jumanji-land, but... surely he'd notice that despite the heat, humidity, and relative discomfort of this location, your nipples are consistently as hard as diamonds.

"How is it?" he asks as you wade deeper into the lagoon.

You turn, just as your breasts disappear beneath the cool water, and clench when you realize his eyes are mid-snap from your chest to your face. Despite the naturally cool spring, you're warm all over again.

"It's perfect," you moan, dunking your head under.

"I'll keep watch," he says when you resurface. "Enjoy."

"No, come in!"

He clearly wants to. A bud of hope blooms inside of you that the cool water isn't the only reason he's considering joining. "I can go after you're done."

You frown and without warning, slap your hand across the water to splash him.

Mills feigns offense as you do it again and he wastes no time in unzipping his own pants. 

You squeeze your legs together like you do when you talk yourself out of letting your hand wander at night. When it's his turn to sleep and you're taking watch. When his soft snores consume your thoughts and make you wish you were lying next to him, against him, with his arm caging you in, keeping you safe. 

His black boxer-briefs and happy trail disappear beneath the water as he wades closer. You float onto your back, close your eyes, and attempt to picture anything over than the definition and contour between each abdominal muscle. 

"Please tell me you remember how to get here," you say, dropping your feet to find the sandy bottom. It's a bit shallower than you remember, and standing upright, the water only reaches your ribs.

Mills's eyes drop and his jaw clenches when he takes in your soaked bra, water droplets racing over the swells of the tops of your breasts, and getting trapped in the lace at the top.

All things considered, if you were doomed to one bra for an apocalyptic eternity, at least you're wearing a cute, lacy black one.

He clears his throat and looks at your face. "Yes, I remember."

His voice is low, eyes dark. You don't hide beneath the water.

The closest waterfall is just off to the right and as much as you'd love to stand there and have the sexiest man you've ever seen ogle your t!ts, a natural waterfall might be just what you need to truly cool you down.

"Where are you going?" he asks as you swim away.

"To check this out!" you reply, reaching the cascading water and giggling as it beats down on your head. The sandy bottom supports your feet as you tip your head back and let it pull your hair away from your face.

He smiles and makes his way over before placing his hand beneath the cascading water to catch it in his palm. Then, he ducks his head under, groaning as it beats down on his head, neck, and back.

You practically watch his tension melt away as his shoulders drop away from his ears.

You swim a little closer. 

You crouch down until the water reaches your neck and take some into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you spit it out. He watches you intently but must not notice your arm bent behind your back because as soon as the cups of your bra float to the surface, his eyes widen.

"Is this okay?" you ask, removing the straps from both arms. "I'm just sick of it."

"Yeah," he says immediately. "I get it. I mean... I don't but... fine. 's fine."

His voice breaks when he says 'fine,' for the second time and you begin to wonder what he thinks of you.

Admittedly, when you fling your bra onto a nearby rock, you hope he thinks you have nice tits.

Mills clears his throat. "Any chance you're sick of your panties?" He jokes.

"Now that you mention it," you say, already working the elastic around your hips.

He notices your arms shifting. He says your name. His gorgeous mouth over-pronounces every syllable. "I was kidding, I... it was a joke. I never want to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," you assure him, kicking your legs free.

You lift your panties out of the water with one finger before tossing them to the side. The tiny garment clops loudly against the rock and he clears his throat.

"They're pretty wet."

"Yeah, well," you start. "The lagoon is only partially to blame."

That's all he needs.

Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped around him as he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you close. His body is so hard, so solid.

"Commander!" you say with a smirk. 

Mills growls, pressing his face to your sternum, his nose preventing his lips from reaching your skin.

"Tell me. What else has you so wet?" he asks as you lock your ankles around his lower back.

"I think you know," you whisper.

"Say it." It's a command.

You swallow and look into his eyes. "You."

Mills groans and lifts his head to kiss your lips.

You can't help it. A moan immediately escapes from deep in your throat as your body processes what's happening:

Mills's big body holding yours secure, his plush lips working yours open so his tongue can find yours, his hands digging into your hips and pressing you down so your bare pxssy rubs against the bulge you'd spotted earlier.

"Please, Mills," you beg into his mouth, shaking from how desperately you need him, as you pull away.

You dip down to capture his mouth in another kiss and his hands immediately roam to your ass, making you whimper as he squeezes you, holds you steady with one hand, and lets the opposite wander up your torso to cup your breast.

His mouth catches your moans as he massages your flesh and gently pinches your nipple. You're helpless as you grind your center against him, desperate for some semblance of friction to ease the incessant ache that shouldn't even be there considering you've been fighting for your life the past three days...

But there's something about him.

"Mills," you gasp as he releases the hold on your breast and shifts down to rub between your legs.

"You're fucking soaked," he says, fingers slip-sliding through your folds.

"Uh huh," you agree, grinding down onto him.

"Who did this to you?" he demands.

"You."

"Did I?" He smirks. “I only kissed you, Baby.”

"Thinking of you," you amend. 

"Thinking of what?" A finger grazes your entrance and you gasp as you attempt to line yourself up. He manages to pull away, his teasing finger shifting to trace the crease where your thigh meets your hip. 

"Your hands."

"My hands?"

"They're so big and strong," you admit. "And your fingers are so thick. Makes me wonder what they're capable of. And how they'd feel..."

"Where?"

"On me. In- inside me."

He hums thoughtfully as a finger finds your entrance once more, barely applying pressure. 

You moan. He smirks.

"These fingers?" Mills confirms. "Here?"

"Yes!" you gasp.

"Fuck," he groans into the crook of your neck as he slides a fingertip inside. "So tight, Baby. Not sure how we're gonna get my cock in this tight little pxssy. But we'll make it fit."

It's embarrassing how close you are, considering he's barely touched you and only has half of a finger inside of you. But between the stress, the chaos, and the inappropriate pining, your body is so /so/ ready to feel good.

"Please, more," you moan. 

A second finger joins the first beneath the water and you gasp, moan, and cry out all at once when he pulls them back and thrusts them inside.

He keeps his rhythm consistent as he kisses your neck, your collar bone, your breasts. You've more or less surrendered your entire body to whatever he wants to do to it, so you're grateful he's holding you tight.

"Come for me, Baby," he coos when you start grinding against his hand. "I can feel you're close... squeezing my fingers with this perfect, hot, tight pxssy. Fuck, Baby. My c0ck is so jealous right now."

That does it.

"Ohh!" you cry out as his fingers curl forward toward your front wall and the heel of his hand rubs your c|it just right. Desperate to keep the angle, you lean into him, grinding down on him, moaning, panting, heart racing, as your orgasm tears through you, sending pleasure into every last bit of you.

Mills slows his hand but keeps moving, bringing you down from your high as your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, sucking at it and injecting more pleasure into your already convulsing, overwhelmed body.

"Atta girl," Mills coos against your breast, lifting his eyes to look up at you. "Think you're even wetter after that. Wish I could taste ya, Baby."

"Later," you say hurriedly as you reach between you for his underwear. He shucks them down one-handed as best he can and as soon as your hand wraps around his thick, hard, ready c0ck, you gasp.

"I told you we're gonna have to make it fit," he says with a smirk. 

And something about this talented, protective, humble man admitting he knows he's got a huge d!ck just… does something to you.

"Please fuck me," you purr in his ear, letting him shift your pelvis back so he can line up his length. “Commander.”

He growls when you nip at his earlobe and the tip slides inside of you.

"Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna split you in two," he says, taking a bracing step backwards. 

Suddenly, you find yourselves beneath the cascading waterfall, clinging to his shoulders, and giggling as he kisses you, pressing in a bit more.

He stops to look around briefly and ultimately decides to carry you up onto the shore at the backside of the waterfall. You groan as he slips out of you and he chuckles. "Gimme one second, Baby. I gotcha."

Carefully, he lays you down in the sand and crawls between your legs, planting a hand on each knee to spread you wide. Instinctively, you want to close them. He's staring so intently, you almost feel self-conscious, but then he presses his thumb to your slick flesh and swallows as his eyes scan your body.

"You're beautiful," Mills tells you. "Fucking gorgeous, I'm... I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."

Your back arches and the sand collecting in your hair will be well-worth it.

"You can touch me anywhere," you tell him. "Everywhere."

He slides his middle finger inside of you and it feels thicker, longer than it had in the water. When he pulls it out, it's covered in your slick, and he makes eye contact with you while popping it into his mouth.

He savors it while you remain laid out in front of him, your own gaze locked on his huge, hard c0ck bobbing, teasing.

"So sweet, Baby," he says.

Then, he's wrapping his arms around your spread thighs and yanking you closer. His massive hands support your ass as he lifts you to line your entrance up with his c0ck.

"Ohh, god. Yes," you pant as your walls struggle to contain him.

The stretch as he bottoms out is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

It’s  a tight fit, especially when he plants a hand on your lower abdomen and allows you to truly feel the pressure of every movement.

"Don't stop," you tell him as he picks up the pace, both of you keeping an eye on the bulge in your lower abdomen. "Do this to me forever."

He chuckles as he readjusts, planting one hand on the sand next to you and keeping the opposite on your ass so he can pull your body in every time he thrusts. 

He's hitting you so deep, you're not convinced he isn't hitting your lungs. At least, it feels that way, with the way he's forcing air out of you.

"So good, you... you feel so good, Commander," you purr and he seemingly loses his mind at that.

Mills's eyes darken as seemingly every muscle in his body bulges simultaneously. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he thrusts harder into you. Spray from the nearby waterfall mists you both as his body pleasures yours, leaving a shiny sheen across your skin.

"You feel fucking incredible," he grunts as the sand beneath you caresses your body.

You can tell his rhythm is faltering a bit as he picks up the pace.

"Can you come again?" he asks, panting.

"Uh huh."

"Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself, Baby. Come on my c0ck."

Mills gaze is focused, intently zoned in on his c0ck as it slides in and out of you, and your fingers drawing circles into your swollen, throbbing c|it.

"That's it, Baby. Doing so good. You feel perfect.... I'm close, Baby. I'm close. Come for me..."

With his encouragement and deeper-than-ever thrusts while he chases his own release, you soon find yourself barreling over the cliff of pleasure as your orgasm crescendos. Your intimate walls squeeze his c0ck tight as he fights to stay inside of you, uses every ounce of strength within him as his face turns red, his jaw falls open, and the veins in his neck bulge over you.

"Yes!" he roars, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "Fuck... Baby... god... so... fucking... good... UNGHHHHH."

You moan as his hips fuse to yours and hardly pull back before pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. The pressure is insurmountable but your waiting c*nt takes all of his warm cum as deeply as possible until he collapses over you in a hot, glistening, panting heap.

"Mmmm, Commander," you purr. "That was-"

"Yeah," he agrees, still out of breath, but suddenly more desperate than ever to kiss you. 

"Aren't you glad you joined me instead of taking watch?" you tease, dragging your nails up and down his back.

He chuckles against your sweaty neck and presses a kiss there, too.

“So glad, Baby,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll be joining you every time.”

[fortuna-et-cataclysmos]

On Katara and feminism in NATLA

I grew up with ATLA. I was exactly Katara’s age when ATLA started to air in my country, and this cartoon has taught me more about life than I’d like to admit. Among them, was feminism.

I was absolutely obsessed with Katara as a kid: back then strong female characters - who were BOTH girlish and strong! – were still quite rare in mainstream media. I absolutely loved to see this girl who was raised in a patriarchal society similar to mine, who was both girly and an absolute badass even in days she didn’t know how to properly waterbend.

Back in those days, they were airing the episodes in order and I was super excited to see her FINALLY learn how to properly waterbend once they reach the North Pole. So when Paku refused to teach her for BEING A GIRL, as a preteen girl myself, I was ENRAGED.

Then Katara did something crazy. She freaking defied a waterbending master, knowing that she had no chance of winning whatsoever. And guys, I swear that fight became a core memory for me. On our crusty Windows XP’s desktop, there was a gif downloaded over several minutes of that exact fight. And I would watch it. On loop. When Katara defied Paku, I felt empowered, and that feeling never left.

Now that I am done with my lame ass backstory, back to NATLA.

You can imagine how EXCITED I was to finally see that fight in 4K. At that point, I was already pissed that they removed Sokka’s sexist flaws and subverted his dynamics with him, rather than Katara being “the parent” of the group (which was outrageous, if you ask me. One of the main character traits of Katara was her being a mother figure at an early age, which explained why she always felt like she HAD to be the responsible one, and why she had so much repressed rage).

But Katara’s struggle with the Northern Tribe over her right to learn how to use waterbending for fighting? That, in my opinion, was epic! Why?

Katara’s fight with Paku was a premediated act

In the original series, Paku says that girls can’t learn how to waterbend, and in a moment of rage, Katara whips him in the neck. I agree that it was a totally badass move, and it made especially sense given her drive to learn waterbending for fighting.

But I also really liked how NATLA approached that: in NATLA, when Katara learns that she cannot waterbend to fight, she doesn’t immediately attack Paku. No, she takes the time to think about it, talk about it with Aang, with Sokka. Then, she decides to defy Paku.

In a way, her action is a protest: she isn’t angry at Paku personally, she is angry at the sexist rules he perpetuates. In a way, this calculated way of deciding to fight shows a certain emotional maturity and dedication to the cause of feminism.

I really liked it.

The resolution of the fight

One thing that really disturbed me in the cartoon was how that fight scene was resolved. My preteen brain couldn’t make sense of why Paku suddenly decided to teach Katara how to fight after realising that her grandma was his ex-fiancé. Like, where is the connection??

My adult brain understands that Gran Gran had fled the Northern Water Tribe because of their sexist rules and hence Paku understood that him abiding to those sexist rules was wrong. But still, it feels so odd. Tell me which 60-70 year old boomer would suddenly change their mind about basically 90% of their world view because their ex happened to have fled from them because that world view? You tell me that Paku didn’t have enough time to rationalise in his wicked brain why Gran Gran left with a more nefarious motivation, or hell, just because she didn’t like him enough to get married?

Whereas in NATLA, we see that Paku’s approval doesn’t come all so easy: he does acknowledge Katara’s waterbending talents (a feat that also happens in the cartoon), but he still refuses to teach her. Because it isn’t about talent. It is about principle. And he is a dinosaur with sexist principles.

On the other hand, who is more open-minded to new ideas and social change? Who circles Katara following her defeat and admire her for her fight with Paku? It’s the youth! Social change is usually driven by the youth, and here we see that while the old rulers of the Northern Water Tribe are still sexist af, the young people are the ones who are ready to embrace a more equalitarian society.

Women in war

So then, when does Paku change his mind on letting women fight? During the attack on the Northern Water Tribe. They are outnumbered and they need more benders: lo and behold, Katara has the brilliant idea of bringing in the women. Now, I don’t say that that was actually a brilliant idea: strategically speaking, it is kinda stupid sending your HEALERS to the FRONTLINES to die while they could be much more useful saving the wounded. Nevertheless, I like the inclusion of the women into the battle in a symbolic level: in history, we see that most women’s rights were obtained during and in the aftermath of big conflicts. When men are fighting and there is a shortage of manpower, you employ women to work at the factories, or in the direst cases, you let women fight. This was a cool nod to that phenomenon happening. Also, if literally every man was already wounded or perished, it kinda makes sense that women take up the arms, so the “healers fighting isn’t strategically sound” argument doesn’t hold perfectly either.

Women of patriarchy

Lastly, one thing I really liked about NATLA is how not only Paku, but also the female healing master was sternly against women learning how to fight with waterbending. The healing master in the cartoon was softer, gentler, whereas here, she was even more vocal than Paku in grilling Katara for wanting to fight. This is such a great display of internalised sexism, but also how women in power in patriarchy may be vehement defenders of the status quo because it helps them to keep whatever power they have.

Oh, and in a final note, Katara’s reply to Zuko’s “you have found a waterbending master!” was absolutely horrendous. I may have liked how most of that arc was treated, but GOD, somebody give that girl a proper master to learn how to waterbend, because I don’t believe one second that a child with only ONE waterbending scroll can become a MASTER with self-study. The way Katara was managing to become a waterbending master in the span of weeks in the original series was already weird (and for those who weren’t fans before, it did attract quite some criticism in the fandom spheres back when it aired), but NATLA just took it and made it worse.

Nonetheless, I think that NATLA tried their best. And I appreciate that they tried to give ATLA a new twist, even though it didn’t land perfectly.

Everyone seems to be focusing on the bad of the show, so I felt compelled to share my two cents.

[ochrearia]

More RGBFverse shenanigans

I wanted to write a one-on-one with Beefer (cs!BF) and Yourself. cs!BF is one of my versions of BF, from my Fossil Fighters AU that I'm totally NOT neglecting rn. It's okay. Also Peacock (SFA!BF) is mentioned like once and he belongs to Shed!!! yeah

Caeru jumpscare.

Coming into his room to find he was not alone was the last thing Yourself had originally been expecting. But he supposed when he’d made the choice to tell his other selves they were allowed around whenever they needed, paired with their better versions of mirror-walking, there were going to be times where he came home to find obnoxious intruders. Beefer was the only one here this time, so at least it wasn’t everyone at once. YS would rather be notified ahead of time if everyone was going to show up. He didn’t mind one or two.

“Most people would, you know, send a text telling me that they’re coming to visit. I’m not prone to experiencing heart attacks when I’m surprised and find something that wasn’t here when I left.” YS snarked lightly, falling into the usual banter that would normally go on. Though when he crossed the room, he could tell something wasn’t right. “You okay?”

Beefer was curled rather pathetically around himself on YS’s bed, eyes half-lidded and sad. “Slipped away, for a little bit. Things are still… bad, with my situation. Feels like it never ends, like one day stretching out over months and months and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“It’s not your job to fix something you didn’t cause.” YS said slowly, moving to sit next to him on the bed. “Has nothing really changed? Haven’t you gotten to talk to your Pico and Cherry by now?”

“Hah. As if. Living on the run now, I have to be jumping through puddles to mirror-walk. At least any reflection works… They don’t know I’m gone. Maybe that’s for the best anyway. I don’t know how to talk to Pico right now, and Cherry… I messed up, she saw. My Alectro convinced me to vent to them and I didn’t originally mean to fall asleep after, but I did. They told her everything. I didn’t want to give her more guilt, she already has enough. I can’t talk to them.”

Making a face, YS extended his hand out and let it rest gently on the top of Beefer’s head. “Venting is good, you know. I told you not to bottle shit up. It’s not healthy. You clearly need someone to talk to but you’re not letting yourself have that. Someone that isn’t one of your dinosaurs. Vivosaurs? Is that what they’re called?”

“Yeah.” Beefer sighed, shifting slightly. “Vivosaurs. They’re better listeners than you might think. I know you can’t understand them, only Dinaurians can. But… that’s kind of why I came here. I’m pretending to be okay with being changed into something completely alien. Pretending. But I don’t really have anyone else who’d understand that. Pico is… complicated. I don’t know if I can trust him right now. So that leaves you.”

“Me, huh?” YS chuckled softly. “Well, I’ll do my best to understand then.”

“You do understand.” Beefer looked him in the eyes with an almost unnerving look. “Takes one to know one, YS. I’m not human anymore. And you never were.”

The taller one stiffened. “How…?”

“Do I know that?” The Dinaurian finished the question. “Maybe it’s a Dinaurian thing. They spend so much time disguising themselves to look human, using technology to create physical lies. Something about that makes it second nature to see through fake humans. Instinct, maybe. You look human but you’re not. You’re supernatural. Not necessarily in the same category as an alien, but still not human. Peacock is too, but he’s new to this whole fucked up family thing. You’re a better choice.”

“I… don’t follow on how I would understand your predicament the way you’re implying.”

“You’ve lost your wings, haven’t you?” Beefer asked bluntly. “I’ve seen the way the muscles on your back move sometimes. Like an old habit. Trying to move something that’s no longer there. Where I have gained, you have lost. Both changed in an instant to be something unfamiliar.”

Well that was… uncomfortable to say the least. YS hadn’t really been planning to tell any of the others about his whole fallen angel thing, and realistically he didn’t want to talk about the way he lost his wings to begin with. Secrets weren’t the greatest things to keep, especially from yourself, but it was a traumatic event and he was more than within his rights to choose not to reopen that wound. Didn’t seem like he could avoid it anymore, not with this self at least.

Beefer took his silence as a go-ahead to keep talking, though. “Maybe it’s not the same really, but… I don’t have anyone else. I really can’t justify saying I have Pico right now and Cherry doesn’t get it. Is- does it get any better? You seem to be more or less tolerating the fact you’ve lost something important to your body. You know you’re not the same anymore but you seem to handle it way better than I do, and- please tell me it gets better. I feel so fucking alien and it’s like… yeah, I literally am an alien now. God, I don’t really know how to word this. I don’t feel like myself.I feel like I’m a spectator in my own body. It’s probably dysphoria and I really didn’t think I would ever experience that, and it’s weird because sometimes I look at myself and I don’t mind. I don’t mind because I know I did this to myself, deciding to be a fucking idiot and almost get myself killed. And sometimes the features really are cool. But then I think again, and suddenly everything is so fucking suffocating. You know it still hurts?”

YS blinked, trying to process everything. “Hurts? What hurts?”

Beefer sighed, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling up the sleeve of his Dinaurian suit. The suit was designed to camo as the skin underneath, always throwing the rest of them for a loop, and it was weird to see it peeled back like a second skin. It seemed like even the suit had its limits on what to mimic as, though, because rolling the sleeve back revealed a nasty patch of a scar in the shape of a dinosaur’s fang. He looked between YS and his arm as he continued speaking. “It wasn’t exactly painless. Kind of like a vaccine booster but 100 times worse. I didn’t have to focus on it for long because I was busy throwing up all the poison that was literally killing me, but… sometimes it still hurts. And it reminds me every time it does. Cherry offered to let me use the human disguise device, but that feels awful in my head too. Because it’s a disguise. It’s not me anymore.”

This… was a first. Yourself had tried to get the alien to open up more about how this had happened, he only really knew bits and pieces. Knowing how gruesome and traumatic it actually was, he was surprised how well he was pretending to hold it all together really.

“Please just- tell me it gets better. I know you don’t know the future, and you don’t know everything. But you’ve had extreme changes to your body too. Just tell me it gets better. Tell me that with time I’m not going to constantly flip between being numb and accepting of this and violently hating myself the next second. I don’t know what I’m doing-”

Having heard more than enough, YS shook his head and pulled Beefer in for a tight hug. “Shit, man, you have it so much worse than I thought. Sorry. I- I don’t think I know how to really help you. That’s… a first.” He paused. Of course he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t have an experience like this. Having your wings torn off was one thing, but he still at least looked like himself in every other aspect. Beefer had gone through an entire body transformation just to keep himself alive. “It… it can get better. I’ve never really gotten over losing my wings, and I don’t think lying and saying I have will do any good. Not for you. Losing a part of yourself is never not going to be tough. And you feel like you’ve lost all of yourself, not just a part. Am I correct?”

Beefer nodded into the taller’s shoulder. His arms were curling around his back, funnily enough right below where YS knew his long healed scars were. Nails were bunching up parts of his shirt, but he didn’t care.

“I can’t pretend to know what that’s like physically. But I think it can get better. This is all still very recent for you and a lot more traumatic than you’re letting yourself think about. And the way you talk about your Pico and Cherry, you’re not letting yourself have a support network either. Because, what? You think they’ll only feel more guilt? Push you away more? I’m still pissed at your Pico to be honest but that’s not really my place or relevant right now. What I’m saying is let yourself have some time. Time to process. Mourn what you’ve lost and then work on going forward.” YS sighed, worrying his lip. “The rest of us BFs are normally just… shitters, really, because that’s just how we are. But I know all of them have the capacity to care and want to care. If you really need someone to talk to I think asking any of them would be successful. And yeah, none of us are going to know fully what to say. You’re the only instance so far that is a dinosaur alien. Dunno if there’s gonna be any more but. I would say hopefully not, but maybe I should say hopefully so. At least that way you’d have someone who knows exactly what you need.”

The two fell into silence, and for a moment YS wondered if he was really at all helping. But he could feel the smaller start to melt against him, mainly out of exhaustion. He was clearly tired, holding in a lot more than he was letting on. Having been cut off from any sort of comfort when he desperately needed it.

“It’s funny.” Beefer said after a while, not moving his face away from where he buried it into the crook of YS’s arm. “You really remind me of my brother, the more that I think about it. He’d probably say the same thing.”

Never has his blood felt like it froze faster than it had done now. Yourself’s grip tightened, seemingly unnoticed by Beefer- or he just didn’t care. His jaw clenched. “Brother…?”

“Yeah.” Beefer said, finally pulling away a little. “My brother. Shit, I didn’t mention him before did I? Oh… I haven’t seen him since everything happened either. He’ll be worried sick about me I think… But yeah. I have an actual adopted older brother. Caeru, that’s what he insists on being called. You remind me of him so much. He kind of looks like you too, honestly. Just like, way cleaner and put together.”

Caeru. Does this idiot think I’m fucking stupid? Latin for blue? YS thought bitterly. Well, maybe ‘idiot’ was rude, but he wasn’t talking about Beefer. He was talking about ‘Caeru’. BFs don’t have brothers aside from Ritz in some cases. Not a single world I’ve looked into has ever mentioned having a brother named Caeru. That’s not a brother. That’s another BF, and that’s not just any other BF. That’s a fucking ME, isn’t it? Using Latin?

“You alright? You’ve gone silent.” Beefer asked. “Something wrong?”

YS startled quickly, burying his thoughts and lying once again. “No, nothing. It’s fine. Just… thinking. Look, take as much time as you need here for now. I don’t mind.” Fucking stay out of your world when another one of me is fucking running around and apparently pretending to be your brother. Jesus christ.

He’d hoped there weren’t other versions of him that aligned with him specifically. So there really was more than one universe where something happens, something so devastating they became a Yourself kind of BF, huh? And Beefer clearly didn’t know. So that one was lying more egregiously. That was dangerous. Protect Beefer. Oh, what am I saying, Beefer can handle himself. I just don’t trust another instance of me that’s like me. Guess there’s another I have to keep tabs on without alerting this one of his brother being a liar.

[bethagain]

There’s so much talk around here about Crowley’s Fall.

Did we all forget about sauntered vaguely downward?

What if there was no big moment. No Casting Out, no Mistake, no Angering of God.

Just, an angel with a lot of questions who found that… nobody was listening.

We know now that Crowley was once this joyous, creative, curious soul, who wanted to build things and see how they turned out. Who “worked very closely with upstairs” on the design of the universe.

Who thought he could talk to God about anything.

Who probably did talk to God. About baby stars and nebulae and let’s put this color here and that shape there and oh! Let’s make this happen when these two colors get mixed up together!

And so why wouldn’t he think, the boss is ok. You can have a good old conversation with Them. Ask a question, get some answers, share some ideas.

Plus, God wouldn’t delegate “Let There Be Light” to just anyone, would They?

But we also know: Sit down at the card table with God and you’re in for an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules.

So now imagine this: Crowley does, indeed, put a figurative note in the figurative suggestion box. (Can’t be a literal one, since suggestion boxes haven’t been created yet.)

That note sits there, figuratively speaking, and it collects dust (dust, of course, having come into being when the Universe was born).

Or actually, maybe, Crowley does get his answer, this time. It’s not a very good answer or a very complete one, and he goes away a little frustrated but that's ok. After all, just look at this Creation.

So Crowley keeps on being curious, because why wouldn’t he. Isn’t Heaven all in this together?

When he asks why They’re using the seven days of creation to make it look like things took millions of years—which is a scramble for everyone, to be honest, and what’s the punchline of the joke?—he gets a question for a question: Did you come up with dinosaurs?

No, he didn’t, so he steps away and gets back to work. Maybe the Almighty is having a bad day. Although come to think of it, why a Supreme Being would create lousy days in the first place is another question isn’t it?

He starts to notice that he’s not in the Presence as much as he used to be. Maybe They’re just busy. Lots of work to do, creating the Universe.

Crowley wonders if anyone’s going to invent sick days, or mental health days, and why angels still have to Sing Praises on the sabbath.

Time passes, stars are born. Crowley gets assigned to build the less interesting sort of comet, and somebody else gets the next “Let There Be Light.”

And one day, Crowley speaks to God and hears only silence.

There’s no need for a Fall.

It’s not dramatic.

It’s just attrition.

Bit by bit, question by question, he’s further and further away, until his next assignment has him waking up in a dank tunnel with something mysterious dripping on his head.

[bots-and-cons]

Can I get Optimus, soundwave and shockwave with a human so who's special interest is dinosaurs? Like they can info dump endlessly about dinosaurs but they're also self-conscious of it since people have told them in the past to stop and that they're annoying? (If possible, can the reader be autistic? I've realized I'm autistic and wanted something about that but no pressure!)

I also recently came to the conclusion that I'm autistic so hey I’m happy to write stuff like this. The unfortunate thing is, I don’t really know much about dinosaurs, but I guess this is like what I would do if it was my special interest. The Shockwave one is a bit different but it’s still fine

~Shockwave~

•Shockwave notices you’re often talking about these “dinosaur” creatures and he takes an interest

•He doesn’t really mention it, but he listens to a lot of what you’re talking about, even if it doesn’t always seem like it

•You just sort of talk to yourself while you’re reading up on things and Shockwave has picked up on some things

•He takes a more of a scientific interest and he’s considered the possibility of cloning dinosaurs

•But he decides it’s not a good use of his time, because he has so many projects going on

•Shockwave does ask the occasional question, because he is always interested in knowing more about things

•He also takes note of your dinosaur shirt and the little pins on your backpack, but he doesn’t really say anything about those either, because he deems it unnecessary

~Optimus Prime~

•Optimus is always happy to hear you talk about whatever you’re passionate about and are interested in

•He lets you know if he doesn’t have time, but he always feels bad when he can’t talk with you

•Optimus is still a bit of an archivist at spark, so he loves learning new things and hearing about subjects he doesn’t know about

•He of course really likes to see you so happy when you tell him all kinds of details and facts that you know

•You’ve also got some dinosaur apparel and a lot of plushies and little figurines of your favorite dinosaurs

•You make a remark like “Sorry I’m info dumping, I know it’s annoying” and Optimus looks at you a bit weird, because he doesn’t find it annoying at all and he doesn’t understand why anyone would

•You explain that it’s because sometimes you tend to monologue and your friends don’t share your interest in dinosaurs

•Optimus thinks it’s admirable that you’re so interested in something and that it brings you joy

•He actually looks up some stuff about dinosaurs, pretty general things, because he wants to ask you questions and show interest

~Soundwave~

•Soundwave enjoys listening to you talk about your interests, and he always lets you talk as much as you want while he works, because he is very capable of multitasking

•When you mention a specific dinosaur, he brings up a picture of it on his visor or the computer  screen with a question mark next to it

•You always tell him as much as you can about that species of dinosaur, but sometimes you go quiet and stop talking, because you don’t want to annoy him

•But every time you do that, he brings up more pictures and a question mark, urging you to keep talking

•He’s also on the lookout for interesting documents and videos he thinks you might like

•Memes are his specialty though, and he makes some of his own as well, usually themed around dinosaurs since he makes them for you

•He enjoys conversing on the subject too, because he thinks they’re interesting as well, but since he isn’t the most talkative mech around, it’s often pictures and recordings put together

•He does of course talk with you too, but it’s usually if it’s just you around

[fools-endearment]

my heart just melts thinking about carmen seeing her kid for the first time after the birth in the hospital w fem!reader and the team gathered around them (r names their daughter yelena)

This is really cute! Sorry this took so long. I decided to do a mix of headcanons and a small scenario/mini-fic(?) type of thing that I got the idea for by this request, and I hope you don’t mind but I also more expanded it to also include before and after this! Please don’t judge if I get anything wrong, as I’m not too knowledgeable on some of this stuff. Also, this does feature some canon divergence. If this isn’t what you what, please feel free to request again!

Carmen and her S/O having a kid (Romantic, Fem Reader)

Okay, first off, before the birth of your kid, the rest of Team Red will be constantly insisting you both take some time off from the villain chasing during the pregnancy, especially when the due date gets closer.

Zack and Ivy are put in charge of helping the both of you get the baby’s room ready. Zack absolutely is getting dinosaur toys for your kid. Doesn’t matter the gender. He will wait for the day that child is old enough for toys and give them to the kid. Ivy will pretend to find this silly, but don’t be fooled, she will start painting the room dino themed if given the opportunity.

Player frequently sends the both of you reliable parenting tips or websites he finds online. He feels a bit awkward with the situation, but he’s trying his best to help and doing a pretty good job at it.

Shadowsan has already been deemed the official babysitter for when the child is born, as he’s arguably one of the most reliable of Team Red for that, though that’s not to say Zack and Ivy aren’t capable of also taking good care of a kid. As the due date gets closer, Shadowsan is… experiencing. He’s not ready to be a granddadowsan. Just give him time to process the situation, it may be a reminder of his old age, but he’ll happily welcome your bundle of joy to the world nonetheless.

When it’s time for the kid to be born, Zack is the one who drives you all, with the obvious exception of Player, to the hospital. Everyone is trying to not freak out on the way to the hospital and up until the point they can finally see the two of you and the small newborn girl.

There is no way to put this lightly. When Carmen gets to hold your kid for the first time, she genuinely starts crying out of the sheer joy and wave of emotions she’s feeling.

Yelena. That’s what you both tell the rest of your team that you decided to name her. They all were happy you both and your kid were happy and healthy, including Player, who you could get back to talking with once your other teammates were allowed to visit in the room after the birth, as they were left in charge of your ear pieces.

As time passes, things fall back into a form of normalcy. After a few months, you and Carmen are back to fighting crime, though you make sure at least one or two of the team can stay at the base or wherever you are currently staying to watch your kid, and that you yourselves are able to be there for them as often as possible. If you can help it, you avoid bringing Yelena on missions for her own safety, though there are times where too many of you need to go or it’d be too long apart that you do take her, though you all make sure she is far out of harm’s way, and she seems to often enjoy seeing the various sights and experiences!

It’s a strange way to go about living life, but no one in Team Red would trade it for the world.

(Plus an extra bit!)

One day, after a successful stopping of V.I.L.E.’s usual brand of mischief, you and Carmen come across something at the scene of the crime before you left…

You both stared down at the object in front of the both of you. It was a small box, wrapped up neatly with a little card attached. You stared at it for a moment, moving to reach towards it before Carmen stopped you. She carefully reached out to it herself and inspected it, being mindful in case it was a trap, but she lightly shook her head after doing so.

“It seems like it’s just an ordinary box, but the writing on the card gives us an idea of who this is from.” Carmen gently removed the card and handed it to you, allowing you to get a good look at it. In fancy writing was the words ‘From your old friends’ upon the card, though it didn’t seem there was anything else strange about it.

Memories bubbled to the surface of when Carmen had told you about her old life at V.I.L.E. Academy. Could these ‘old friends’ be her old classmates? You’ve obviously had quite a few run-ins with them during your time in Team Red, though those run-ins obviously contain more of fighting than having meaningful conversations with them. This however causes you to worry a bit, they obviously were not on good terms with Carmen, or anyone from Team Red for that matter, so what if this was still a trap?

Carmen seemed to pick up on your renewed unease over the card and the box, as she carefully began to open up the box to inspect what it contained once she was sure it was safe to do so.

“I’m going to check if there is a tracker in here. It could be that they want to trick us into taking this box into wherever our base is so that they can follow us.” She opened up the cardboard flaps of the box once she was finally done opening it and you both peered inside. To your shock, it wasn’t anything either of you were expecting.

Inside of the box was a bunch of toys, stuffed animals, and other various children’s items. There were coloring books and crayons neatly stacked together, and little teddy bears dressed up in outfits. You both stayed stunned as you took it all in, and Carmen slowly began to look over the contents of the box. Once again, nothing seemed awry.

“… Let’s have the others meet us over here to get another good look at all of this…” Carmen gently handled one of the bears with a soft look on her face. Even after loving her for so long, you couldn’t quite tell what that expression was on her face. Sad? Tired? Longing? … Lost? Maybe, in a strange way, some combination of all of those and more.

All you could do for Carmen in this moment was gently bring her in to hug her side. There was a silent thought, an unsaid thought, but it was a thought you both had. These were clearly gifts for Yelena, and maybe, for once, this wasn’t some trick V.I.L.E. had up there sleeve, and was merely just a gift. The question of ‘Why?’ was one that lingered the more you thought, and there’s a chance you may never know. For the moment however, you looked down at a small plush dolly you had grabbed from the box. It was simple in design, looking like a young girl in a pink-on-blue polka dot dress, and reminded you of those dolls that would be depicted as sitting at a young child’s tea party. Maybe, just maybe, for now, you could just appreciate the kind gesture of it all.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

this is the much more fun post where we talk about au where ford has numerous cats and other nice things because i’m sick of depression! we need some feel good fluff!

i can’t say much about the cat au because i’m going to be writing about it, but! you will get headcanons after

the cat au is sort of a what-if scenario. stan opens the portal, ford comes back with numerous cats. ford is not getting rid of them, because he’s far too attached to them and they’re far too attached to him (also releasing something from another dimension, let alone a domestic cat, into the wild isn’t a stellar idea). one of the cats is named Icarus. another one is named Isosceles, because that cat just so happens to be the meanest of the bunch. why any of this? because ford just so happens to have spent the last few years of his time in the multiverse in a dimension primarily filled with cats. he’s gotten real good at cat-ing, don’t’cha know?

now for headcanons:

-stan likes all of the ‘cool’ animals (though not because they’re dangerous, or anything). sharks? he can tell you all about them. tigers? you bet he knows a ton. wolves? dinosaurs? raptors? dragons? yep yep yep.

-the mystery twins convince ford and stan to get phones for easier communication. they don’t use them much (they have other ways to talk to the niblings long distance, and they don’t typically get lost from each other), but ford does develop a habit of sending stan random things he finds (he got it from mabel)

-ford actually likes a lot of the same things mabel likes. stickers, gimmick sweaters, kittens, those old cartoons she watches. he thinks they’re endearing, and they’re a nice distraction from all the terrible things he’s been through. he is completely fine with sitting through a mabel makeover

-ford is really good at vocal mimicry. it’s a skill he initially learned in the multiverse for survival, but post-portal he moreso uses it for fun. mimicking various anomalies so they might get closer and let him get a better look at them, mimicking seagulls and stan to annoy his brother, mimicking various noises he hears around the shack because stimming, accentuating the stories he tells, impressing the niblings, etc. etc.

-upon setting sail, stan makes an effort to learn as much about the things ford struggles with as possible so that he can help when needed and make things easier for his brother in general. ford is starting to get annoyed because stan won’t stop trying to dodge his attempts to return the favor (emphasis on trying)

-the first time ford is ever at the niblings’ house is when their parents are away. the mystery twins give him a tour, show him and stan all the stuff they’ve been working on, show him some of the stuff he’s missed…it’s bittersweet, but he enjoys his time there

-i imagine ford and stan have issues mentioning certain problems they have in fear of looking like they’re trying to one-up the other. ford doesn’t mention when he’s depressed or if he can’t remember something. stan doesn’t mention when he’s anxious or having a more intense bout of chronic pain. the feel good part is that i also like to think they work it out eventually. they’re not so good at communication, but they’d like to improve, and that’s something that gets talked about as they get better over time. the feel good part is that there’s hope

-ford’s favorite planet is saturn. stan’s favorite is jupiter (he tells people it’s mars). dipper likes neptune and mabel is insistent on pluto, even though she’s aware it doesn’t technically count

-at some point, wendy starts calling ford ‘owlman’ as a result of an inside joke with the niblings. ford doesn’t get it. what? he’s not the owlman. is this another silver fox thing?

-during their time sailing, ford and stan get matching tattoos. kind of. ford doesn’t really have space for a new one, so he instead has a preexisting one modified to match stan’s. it’s also stan’s first actual tattoo!

[audhdnight]

Anyone else really fucking sick of the whole edgelord “we don’t need school it’s all bullshit when will I even need to know any of this” crowd who will also immediately turn around and violently shame and attack anyone who says something misinformed or asks a question that they deem to be “common knowledge”???

Like yeah, I remember highschool. It sucked, but not because of what I was learning. It sucked because teachers are overworked and underpaid/under supported, and the school system doesn’t give half a shit about disabled kids or kids with different neurological conditions or really any of the kids.

We do need schools. Whatever issues the system as a whole has, it needs to be reformed, not done away with. You cannot sit and gripe about how we don’t need any of these history classes because it’s all stuff you don’t want to know anyway, and then go absolutely batshit insane when someone doesn’t know about Pearl Harbor.

Because those people aren’t stupid. They are being intentionally misled, neglected, misinformed, or all three. They are ignorant, not because they chose it but because someone else chose it to further their own desires.

Ignorance leads to harm. Ignorance leads to manipulation. Ignorance is why we have slews of people in the US who are so scared of autism (which IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE SCARED OF) that they refuse to vaccinate their children, which is a form of medical neglect. They are actively endangering people they care about because they have been lied to by political parties and religious leaders who benefit from uneducated mobs.

Ignorance is how you get cults. Ignorance is how people get taken advantage of. Ignorance is how you get genocide. ONE person decides they want power and they use the lack of education to amass followers who will support them blindly because they don’t know any better.

Everyone is appalled when ex-Mormons get on the internet and talk about all the things they had to learn as adults, who by all accounts should have known those things by the time they were fifteen. People lose their fucking minds when ex-Mormons mention they didn’t know how babies were made until after they got married at like thirty. I saw someone make an entire six minute video about how he’s pretty sure all these deconstructers are lying for clout online, because how could they possibly not know?

They don’t know because they were intentionally kept in the dark. That is how high-control religions and cults operate. That is how you keep people under your thumb.

You ask how Christians could possibly think that evolution isn’t real? As someone who was raised that way, I’ll tell you.

From the moment my education started, I was fed misinformation. In kindergarten I learned about how God made dinosaurs, but they all died in the flood and the earth was too damaged afterward to support such big species even after they came off the ark. In middle school I watched Ken Ham and Kent Hovind videos about how carbon-dating is all bogus and if any scientist tries to use it to debate you, you can say “Aha! I knew you were wrong!” and end the discussion there. In highschool I took apologetics, where we learned how to “defend our faith” by constantly moving the goalposts when we spoke to atheists. We were taught that “What happened to the Missing Link?” is a gotcha that no scientist would ever be able to dispute, and so obviously we were the ones in the right. I was told at every possible opportunity that Bill Nye is literally the antichrist, that he doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about, and that any Creationist (Christian “scientists”) could debate him into the ground because he’s so stupid.

I didn’t question any of it because that wasn’t an option. It was *literally* all I knew. I had such a fundamental misunderstanding of science as a whole that when I was exposed to true scientific facts and processes and studies for the first time, I could scoff and say “Don’t they know that’s not even a real thing? How ridiculous that they’d think I would believe it!”

I’m doing the work now to re-educate myself. I have learned so much in just two years that I genuinely can’t speak to half of my family because it makes them so angry. And when I hear people talk about anything happening or existing “billions of years ago”, my knee-jerk reaction is still “The earth is nowhere near that old! That’s how I know they’re lying!” I have to intentionally reprogram my thinking every. single. time. that I engage with scientific literature or media.

It’s hard. It’s frustrating. And it all could’ve been avoided if my own parents hadn’t also been misled their whole lives. I’m not going to make excuses for them as adults, because learning and doing better is your own responsibility once you’re not a kid. But I will say that if their parents hadn’t also been misinformed, they wouldn’t have learned the same lies that they later went on to teach me and my siblings. It’s a vicious cycle, one that is designed to keep people ignorant. It is purposely designed not to have an out.

So yeah, I don’t really know how to end this post but please for the love of god, have some empathy for people who don’t know “common knowledge” facts about science or history. Most likely, it’s not their fault. And the way they push back at you with nothing but misinformation and a dream has been programmed into them probably since birth. This is why we need education, why we need schools, and why it is so vitally important that we as a society do the work to reform our education system.

[fandom-nursery]

Mammon agere headcanons

Regresses between 3-6 years old 

Mammon regresses the most out of any of his siblings and it's very easy for him to slip into headspace 

He regresses mostly involuntarily when he is upset or stressed out 

He is outwardly pretty embarrassed about his regression and gets defensive whenever it’s brought up. He thinks it’s unfair that he has yet another thing for his brothers to tease him about but he also really loves being little and having someone else shower him in love and attention 

Little Mammon is very clumsy and often accidentally bumps into things or trips over them 

Mammon is very emotional when he’s regressed and can quickly go from crying to laughing in the span of a few minutes 

When he’s little he talks very fast and tends to stumble over his words 

Clingy boy. He needs to be given attention 24/7 while little and will shamelessly follow whoever is watching him around like a baby duck 

He does get embarrassed easily and tends to hide his face when he’s given praise 

Mammon does nap while regressed but never when someone is actually trying to put him down to sleep. You could spend hours trying to put him down for a nap and have him refuse to sleep but then the second you leave him to play for a few minutes you come back to him passed out on the sofa 

Mammon loves to be carried but insists on walking if he is in front of anyone other than you. No one knows why he bothers since everyone knows he would much rather be in your arms 

He will put off bathtime for as long as he possibly can and then complain and fuss while he’s being put in the tub but the second he is in the water and gets settled he loves it. He loves to splash and play with his bath toys and will insist on bubbles every time 

He is however a big baby about the actual cleaning part of bathtime. He will insist that washing his hair is getting soap in his eyes, or that he is being scrubbed to hard, or that he doesn’t like that kind of soap 

Loves to do show and tell. Mammon will bring you every object in his room and make sure you’ve seen it before explaining what it is. He loves his collections and he’s very proud of them 

Generally he loves to show off and will put on fashion shows, make art, and perform tricks to get praise from anyone watching him 

He’s a big grilled cheese and chicken nugget guy especially the ones that are shaped like dinosaurs 

He isn’t a very messy eater. The problem is that he constantly forgets he has food in his hands and ends up spilling and dropping it because he isn't paying attention. Sippy cups and no spill snack containers are a must 

Mammon hordes toys and is always impulse purchasing more. When he’s regressed you have to take away anything he has that could be used to make a purchase or he will end up buying an entire toy store behind your back. 

He only actually plays with about 20% of toys he has though 

He has matching stuffed animals with you that he treasures and speaks to when he thinks no one else is around but won’t admit it. If anyone catches him with it he will launch it across the room to hide it and then spend the next thirty minutes apologizing to it for the rough treatment once he’s alone again 

Mammon has some more expensive clothes that are off limits for little mammon because he doesn't want them messed up but otherwise he’s pretty open to wearing whatever while regressed 

He has a bad habit of stealing Levi’s pacifiers and then losing them. Unless it is physically attached to him he usually ends up dropping them and the forgetting where they went 

Occasionally wears pull ups when he’s sure that he’s either going to be alone or with you  

Mammon tried to hide his regression initially however secrecy is not his strong suit so most people figured it out pretty quickly. He has only ever willingly confessed to it to mc and once or twice to his brothers in a show of solidarity when they came out as regressors as well 

CEO of insisting that he is a big boy when he is very clearly little 

Loves to get in the driver's seat of the car in his room and pretend to drive it without tuning it on. Yes he makes the race car noises, yes he plays cops and robbers where he is the getaway driver. Yes the stolen loot is actually usually very real things he stole while big. Yes Lucifer occasionally has played cop and arrested him and made him give everything back 

Started to regress after he became the family punching bag after the fall 

He is used to being punished very harshly and sometimes unfairly for everything so he’s skeptical of time out at first but having someone discipline him fairly and treat him kindly even when he’s in trouble is actually really nice for him

[aarcanevillains]

The truth doesn’t hurt

Masterlist

Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this… scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

[icekingofhope]

WHY I BELIEVE MEWTWO SHOULDN’T BE CONSIDER A FULL POKÉMON

ok so before you say anything this is just my opinion and you don’t have to share it

so I’m talking about the very popular series Pokémon even if you hate it or love it there is among thousands of opinions on there and I am about to share one of mine

as you can tell from the title it explains about my opinion on Mewtwo and how I think he shouldn’t be fully considered a Pokémon

to start on my reasonings

REASON 1: THE THEORY OF HIM HAVING HUMAN DNA

now I will say this theory seems the most likely cause we don’t even know much about what happened during the experiments of mewtwos creation but it’s very most likely he has human DNA

the biggest hint is his appearance

out of all the Pokémon he seems to be the most human like out of them you could agrue about other Pokémon (examples Gardevoir)

But they don’t have much features that look human (example Gardevoir having nubs for her feet and such) mewtwo has more human features and something that looks like human skin the difference compare him that isn’t human is his feet hands tail face shape and hoop thingy

and plus to use a example on this Jurassic park

how they created the dinosaurs they had got mosquitoes that had dinosaur blood in them and got stuck in amber and they took the samples but since the samples weren’t full due to being ancient they needed something to fill the holes and they picked frogs to fill in the code

and it wouldn’t be far fetched we don’t know how old the mew fossil is and they wanted to make the strongest Pokémon ever so they may have use human blood so it can increase intelligence (yes that’s a thing look it up)

REASON 2: HIM BEING INTELLIGENT

Yes before you say anything I know him being very intelligent to the point he understands human language and it sounds like I am saying every Pokémon is stupid

but let me explain

what I mean when I said that is that he seems to know how to speak to humans even if it’s not directly speaking it’s still shows he knows how to speak English now before you say “well the other legendary Pokémon can speak to humans as well” Some can most from what I seen don’t and not to mention they aren’t exactly normal Pokémon (also despite Pokémon being a popular franchise we still have to acknowledge that Pokémon isn’t the flawless series

like how ash is always ten for some unknown reason when all those adventures should make him like a adult or the very least a teenager or how they say Mewtwo is the most powerful Pokémon ever but go and make some other Pokémon more powerful and defeat Mewtwo??

or that one obvious tarzan rip off where that kid can somehow know English and that they didn’t figure out why he is acting animalistic and just left him with ash??? Seems pretty strange

or how Pokémon changed his gender in the series despite showing he is canonically a male?? I know it confirmed that it’s another Mewtwo but when I first watched it I thought it was the same person they should have stated that in the series and it also goes with who is the most powerful Pokémon then is the female or male?? It was easier with Mewtwo being the only one of his kind )

he also seems to have a thing of wearing clothing

even if it was just a intro it shows that he does care for clothing and from what I know no legendary Pokémon goes and wears human clothing ( I mean you don’t see lugia going in a shopping spree for clothing )

yes Pokémon have dressed up before but because since they are basically treated like Pets (which out of topic makes the Pokémon universe kinda dark since it’s basically like dog fighting )

and normally owners dress up their pets but Mewtwo with no trainer or anything he full on went to get that cloak in that gif all by himself we never really see it much but it clearly shows Mewtwo likes to wear clothing and could be explored more

he also tends to take care of Pokémon like a trainer would and even created Pokeballs!

REASON 3: THIS CLIP AND HOW MEWTWO DOESN’T EVEN KMOW IF HE SHOULD CONSIDER HIMSELF AS A POKÉMON

now before you say anything i read that every Pokémon game movie and show is canon in its own plot meaning this is also canon

now to explain in this clip

Mewtwo questions why he is forced to fight and seems upset when he is told it’s because he was a Pokémon

and there is the line

“But I am not human and as artificial Pokémon I am not Pokémon neither “ and in Mewtwo returns he questions if he is a Pokémon or not

REASON 4: ABLITTY TO MEGA EVOLVE AT FREE WILL

there is the fact he manages to mega evolve at free will without a trainer I do have a theory since the theory of he is half human and since he is more capable of doing things himself his human half could be the reason how since maybe the fact he has human dna manages to make him mega evolve or a least that’s what I guess

and that’s currently all the reasons i hope it was aleast fun to hear this opinion of mine and me ranting about the silly purple lizard man