#whew that was a long one besties

[wenkexingdefenselawyer]

I finished not me and i want to discuss my most favourite character in the entire series.

Black was the most loving, caring, selfless, thoughtful, strong and matured person in the series. He has a very selfless, wise and sacrificing way of loving. Let's examine his relationships :

Eugene : When black left her Eugene thought black didn't love her and was just being a cold bastard but she didn't realize his reasons. Black had chosen this dangerous path for himself and because he knew about the consequences of his actions very well that's why he didn't want to drag her down with him. We can ask why didn't he straight up tell Eugene about his reasons? my answer here is,eugene would've stayed. Black knew that and so He didn't want her to stay out of love and then someday get killed. He'd be happy watching her from sidelines. in a "I'll be fine as long as you are safe and happy, even if it's not with me" he has a very selfless way of loving someone.

Todd : If he wanted he could've killed Todd and vice versa, but we're talking about Black here so I'll focus on his side. Todd essentially put him in a coma, endangered his precious little brother's life, and played a role in eventually replacing him in his gang. If Black really was the ruthless cold person everyone thinks of him as, he'd kill Todd on the spot. But he couldn't and he didn't. We all know how intense Black is about his ideology,but even then he didn't let his anger/ideology cloud his judgement and he showed incredible maturity and love in the Todd case.

Gang : I think this is quiet obvious. But Black loves his gang like his family. He taught Gram how to ride a bike, no matter how rocky his relationship with sean was he did give sean a reason to live, he showed them all the light and gave them a reason and a voice. Even after Sean and Gumpa told him white was better than him which was a shitty thing to do no matter what the situation was, even after that again and again black showed up to save them, if he wasn't there the whole gang would be in jail thanks to Dan. Even at the hospital he sent everyone back and stayed behind ALONE to distract and fight the cops.

White : a very obvious one. Black himself said he considered white as his only family. And time and time again black had proved how important white is to him. He did his best to keep white away from this path but when he saw white wasn't gonna give up, black accepted and respected his brother's decision and eventually accepted seanwhite's relationship too. Not only that when he saw white was integrated in the gang, he quietly gave away his spot and gave up his cherished gang-his family, his home- for his brother. It was no one's fault here, but naturally white and the gang took a liking to each other and soon Black gave up his found family for white and he is all alone once again.

Black had showed his devotion, maturity and selflessness through all his relationships and connections and i wish just one person beside Todd would see him for who he really was

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orucis e elitneg ...

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hello!

mean!dom wonwoo and soft!dom mingyu

now gimme your thoughts! 🫶🏻

hey bestie! 😘

mean! dom wonwoo who shows no mercy when he blows your back out for not following his rules, like don’t use any toys alone or no touching yourself while i’m gone type of deal 😗 he’d be so rough with it too i feel, pounding into from behind until tears are streaming down your face, decorating your pillows. this would entice him even further and he would just start saying the dirtiest things, like how your pussy was designed explicitly for him, how his dick was stretching your tiny little holes, and how no one else would be able to make you come like he does. at this point, you’re going to tear the sheets, but you could really care less, not when your man was fucking you like a porn star. and when you release all over him he can’t help the smug look on his face as you’re convulsing, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew, and riding his dick out to satisfy both your needs.

soft! dom mingyu is such a sexy little vibe omfg 😩one night, he would ask you to dress in his favorite lingerie set while he was working, so he could see you and your gorgeous body when he got off. when he comes into your shared bedroom, you laying on your bed in the perfect angle to reveal every curve, every line, oooh he would go feral!! he has to have you, would slowly take his clothes off to tease you, then would crawl on top of you and kiss you from the crown of your head to the waistline of your panties, his teeth grazing the band to take it down with his mouth. his mouth would be on every inch of your skin, and then when he puts his dick in? whew, are you in for a ride. he would slowly thrust into you while you held onto his forearms, taking pleasure in your whines, whispering in your ear that he can see his bulge in your stomach and that you are a fucking goddess. just rambles on and on about how perfect you are and how he wants to see you lose it on his dick, his groans and grunts sending you over the edge first, and then he’s coming not long after. aftercare would be really sweet too, a hot shower, new clothes, and he’ll even make dinner.

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Not Easily Broken Chapter 4

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader go through a tragic divorce

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Note: Yes, it's getting finished besties.

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“When you are in love and you get hurt, it’s like a cut. It will heal, but there will always be a scar. “ - Soo Jie

When everything else fell away, only one truth remained. You love Natasha. You love her with everything in you. Which is why you’re lying awake in the bed of your hotel room with her inches away from you. You want to reach out and pull her into your arms. You want to kiss all of her fears away and show her how much you love her.

She’s lying on her stomach facing you. Her left hand rests just under her cheek while her right is stretched upward towards the headboard. It’s a habit left over from the Red Room that you hadn’t seen her do in years. Not since you two spent most of your nights together. The first night she slept with you she explained the handcuffs. It was a method Madam B and her other trainers used to ensure the girls of The Red Room wouldn’t attempt to escape in the night. For Natasha, it brought comfort to her during her adult years. Over time she’d ditched the cuffs and settled for cuddling into you.

There were many nights she begged for the cuffs to ensure she wouldn’t harm you after a nightmare. It saddens you to see she may be feeling unsafe or insecure enough to unconsciously need to do it again. You can see the faint tear stains on her cheeks. They’re a harsh reminder of her confession from last night. Her brows are knit together. Does she ever let herself rest?

Everything is hitting you at once and it’s a terrible feeling. You sigh shifting in the bed to get comfortable. You don’t know how long you’ve been awake. Lying here. Thinking. The need to sleep has evaded you. This time of night or morning feels pretty serene all things considered. No one here to talk, no one asking you questions about the latest project, and most of all no one here to lecture you on anything. All you’re left with is your thoughts and the sound of Natasha’s soft snoring next to you.

What time is it exactly? Too early to tell. Usually, you would be out of the office by now but today was an exception. You can feel the exhaustion settled deeply in your bones. It’s a constant tidal wave caused by deep-seated guilt. The darkness of the night no longer comforts you as the sun begins to rise. When was the last time you let yourself sleep in? You peer up at the ceiling. The weight of the world is on your shoulders and you don’t know what to address first. How could you have messed up so badly? How had everything gone to shit so quickly? Would things change between you and Natasha? How did you miss all of her signs that she needed you?

Natasha can assure you many times that she was happy and you still won’t believe it. You swallow thickly as you think about all of the dinners you missed. The recitals and the baseball games. The nights you didn’t come home early enough to put the kids to bed. Natasha did everything on her own while still working. She put the time aside to be there for the kids.

You feel like such a jackass. You became something - someone you promised yourself you’d never be. Ryan and Emma were not an afterthought. They were the sun and the moon. Your world revolved around them and yet you neglected that. You neglected your family and all you want to do is go back.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” Natasha murmurs into her pillow. Your eyes fly to her. You hadn’t realized she was awake. She nuzzles her head into the pillow while taking a deep breath. Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes. The green is mesmerizing. Natasha looks good even in the mornings.

“I’m sorry,” You find yourself saying. Natasha hums. She lowers her right hand hoping to get the feeling back in her arm as she stretches. The arch of her back catches your attention. She yawns and you wait for her to say something else. Finally, she lifts so that she’s just a bit closer to you. You want nothing more than to pull her into your arms.

“What time is it?” She asks. She can see the sliver of light from the curtains.

“Early,” You shrug. The urge to be near her is harder to ignore. You scoot closer. Natasha is bolder. She always has been. She shifts so that she’s cuddling into you. She nudges your chin with her nose, snuggling into your neck while throwing her left leg over your hips. Her leg settles between yours as she breathes in your scent. She’s wearing the same pajamas from the other night. Which means her bare legs are pressed against yours. The skin-to-skin contact is comforting. She trusts you at this moment to bring her that comfort she so desperately needs.

You’re unsure where to place your hands. Usually, your hands would be placed on her behind. Butt rubs were a thing you liked to give often. Natasha was always a happy recipient. You’re reminded that back then the butt rubs usually ended with sex but you somehow think that won't be appropriate. Other times a butt or back rub was soothing for her and you'd both fall asleep. What if she doesn’t want you to touch her? What if she’s not ready for that? Would sex complicate things? Not that it’s your intention. It’s a weird thought that takes you out of the space until Natasha grips your hand in hers before placing it on the curve of her bottom. She doesn’t seem to have the same reservations that you do. Her hand leaves yours to rest in the space between your breasts.

It’s a stark contrast to the beginning of your relationship where you both had a lot to learn about loving each other and intimacy. Despite her aloof demeanor, Natasha was a big softie. Her love language was physical touch while yours was quality time and affirmations. You worked so well together to fulfill each other's needs. Seems you would have to relearn that.

“I’m yours,” She whispers into your neck.

“Huh?” You ask. You’re almost sure of what she said but you want her to say it again.

“I’m yours,” Natasha lifts herself so that she’s looking into your eyes. “You don’t have to wonder if you should touch me or not.” She emphasizes her words by wiggling her behind into your hand a little more. You almost forget how well she knows you.

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You admit.

“You won't.” She replies. You nod. You’re encouraged by this as you palm her ass more. You’re massaging the firm, round cheek familiarizing yourself with her body again. She lets out an airy and satisfied moan.

“Nat,” You question. She opens her eyes, glancing at your lips, before trailing them up to your eyes again.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me either,” You say. She gives a subtle nod before raising herself so that her lips align with yours. You think she’s about to finally kiss you when she raises her hand to run her thumb across your bottom lip. Her touch is feather-light. You can feel the temperature in the room rise that much more as you simply touch each other. It feels like an eternity as her hands go from tracing your lip to caressing your cheek.

You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest at this point. It was beating faster and faster until finally, her lips touched yours. It was a quick kiss. Just a gentle pressing of lips before she pulls back. She searches you for any protest before diving in again. She melted in your arms, moaning against your lips, as your touch against her bottom increased. You’d rather walk through fire than lose the feeling of Natasha against you. You don’t realize how much you’ve missed her until now. How much you crave her touch.

Natasha kisses like it's the last time. She kisses like you’re the only person in the world she wants to kiss and it’s true. She moves her knee to change position, unintentionally brushing against your core. You pull away from her lips unable to hide the cry that leaves you. Natasha moves again and this time you know she meant to do it as her thigh pushes into you again. A jolt of arousal courses through you.

“Nat,” You breathe. It’s so much different than earlier. It’s needier. She flexes her thigh again and this time you rock your hips against her. She watches your face for a reaction and you don’t disappoint. Your eyes snap shut as you focus on the feeling of her surrounding you. Your senses were overloaded with Natasha. She kisses you again sliding her tongue into your mouth just as she nudges her knee against your clit. Her left hand travels down your body to find its way under your shirt. She skates her fingers upward until she’s holding your breast in her hands. Her thumb skates across your nipple pulling another moan from your throat. God, you’ve missed this. She pinches the now-hardened bud between her fingers.

Natasha’s lips leave your lips to nip at the juncture where your chin meets your neck. Your moan is louder, more brazen, and indicative of how much you want her. A sign of how much you need her. She abandons her time at your breast to run her fingers across the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

She searches your face, waiting for you to say no, but you only give her an enthusiastic yes. Her fingers push against the barrier of the shorts to find you clean-shaven. You were not expecting sex on this trip. Truly. You just didn’t like to be unprepared. The first feel of Natasha’s calloused fingers parting your lips is pure heaven. Your breath hitches as she glides through your folds. You’re wet. Almost embarrassingly so. Neither of you wants to think about how long it’s been. She knows your body like no other.

She knows little things about you that no one else does. She’s aware of that spot just below your ear that causes shivers up your spine. She knows the way you prefer the tight circles around your clit rather than a direct firm touch. Natasha knows your body and how to tease you just right.

“Is all this for me?” Her lips are pressed against your ear. You frown in frustration as you try to get her to apply more pressure. You nod instead as words slip from your mind. “Would you like me to fuck you?” She asks. Her voice is warm and raspy and so damn hot. She places her index finger on your clit causing your eyes to shut tightly. “Answer me, Lyubov.”

“Yes, Nat, I want you to, shit, I want you to fuck me.” You nod enthusiastically.

“Hmm,” Natasha hums. You’re not sure how this quiet morning escalated so quickly but you aren’t complaining at all. Her fingers circle your entrance collecting your wetness before coming back up to rub your clit again. She returns to your entrance ready to push inside when there’s a knock at the connecting door.

“Mommy?” Natasha pauses looking at you in panic. Did you lock the door?

“Mommy, Ryan, and I are real hungry,” Emma calls through the door. “We’ve been waiting for twelve years.” You can hear her twist the knob. Your daughter was so dramatic. Also quite effective at ruining the mood. You whine as Natasha pulls her fingers out of your shorts.

“Duty calls,” Natasha says as she begins to leave the bed. You reach out for her hand taking the digits that were almost inside you into your mouth. You suck her fingers clean, enjoying the taste of yourself, as Natasha’s eyes widen. She narrows her eyes as she presses her fingers further into your mouth until you gag just slightly. Oh, she fights dirty. Finally, she pulls her fingers away from your mouth with a pop. The frown on your face seems to amuse her as she stands again.

“Mama, Mommy, did you hear me?” Emma calls through the door again.

“Yes, Printsessa, patience,” Natasha calls back. It’s something she often has to tell the little girl. There’s an audible huff from the little girl before she walks away you assume. “She gets that from you,” Natasha informs you as she walks into the bathroom to wash her hands and brush her teeth. You’re not sure you can move right now.

“Me? Absolutely not. I’m very patient.” You fall back into the pillows.

“Really?” Nat peeks her head out of the bathroom door. She eyes you for a second before going back inside. “Are you coming to breakfast with us?”

“Sure, just, let me shower again.” You roll from the bed to land on your feet. Your underwear sticks to your intimate area most uncomfortably. You walk into the bathroom, stepping up to Natasha, as she finishes washing her hands. You grip her hips pressing your own into her. She rubs her ass into your front as you kiss along her neck. Her hands grip the counter to keep her steady. She watches you in the mirror as you nip at her skin. You won’t mark her despite how much you want to. You want her to go home with your markings all over her body. You want Richard and everyone else at the compound to know who she belongs to. It’s a startling passion you haven’t felt in a long while. “Shower with me,” You murmur against her skin. You rock into her and she meets your thrusts.

“We can’t,” Natasha sighs as you cup her breasts through the silk shirt. “We shouldn’t.” Natasha shakes her head. You stop to make eye contact with her in the mirror. You can see the seriousness of her tone. Something’s changed. Despite her arousal, there’s a truth in her words. Should you be having sex right now? Wouldn't that complicate things? You’re not quite sure. Natasha turns in your arms to look at you. She’s apologetic. Almost guilty. “I’m sorry I just… I don’t know what came over me in there but I want us to work through everything first without having sex.” She bites her lip nervously. She’s afraid of your answer. “I’m not saying I don't want to. Soon. Just not now.”

“Of course, yeah.” You nod. You’re a bit disappointed but you understand her stance. It might be what you both need. At least for now. “I’m going to shower.” You tilt your head towards the mentioned. “I promise to keep my hands to myself if you do decide to join.”

“Unfortunately I can’t promise the same thing,” Natasha frowns. “Go, shower, I’ll get the kids dressed and think of a place.” You nod again. She seems like she’s thinking of something before she closes the few inches between you to kiss you again. “I love you.” She says.

“I love you too, Natasha.” You give her another kiss. You step back and wait for her to leave the room. She closes the door behind her with a final glance at you. You let out a harsh deep breath before turning to the shower. This was going to be hard. You’re willing to do whatever it takes.

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After wrangling the kids together the first stop of the day is Keke’s Breakfast Cafe. You sit in a booth with Natasha’s thighs touching yours. Ryan and Emma sit on the same bench. You help Emma into her booster seat so that she’s higher than the table. You’re on the outer part near the aisle when the waitress approaches. She’s young, mid-twenties, and has a bright smile. She glances around the table with her eyes ultimately landing on you.

“Hello, I’m Dee, I’ll be your server for today. Can I start you off with drinks?” She pulls out her pen and pad waiting expectantly.

“I’ll have water, the kids will have apple juice, Natasha?” You look over to her.

“I’ll have water too, please.” Natasha answers. Dee takes your drink order and leaves you to look over the menus.

“Can we get whatever we want?” Ryan asks. You help Emma with the menu.

“Yes, whatever you want.” You answer him. He reads the menu with ease.

“Well, I want chocolate chips,” Emma informs you. She points to a picture of the silver dollar pancakes. You nod taking note of her order. She decides on sausages, scrambled eggs, and a side of strawberries. Ryan decides on the same.

“I don’t know what I want,” Natasha shrugs as she searches the menu. “Something light.” She says as you lean over to see what she’s seeing. Despite her words for something light, Natasha decides on the Eggs Benedict with a side of pancakes.

You’re more inclined to choose waffles and then eat off of Natasha’s plate. Dee comes back around in five minutes to take your order. She writes down the notes with interest when you ask her about the pin on her shirt.

“You’re from Brooklyn ?” You ask and she nods. “What has you down here?”

“My grandmother lives here.” Dee shrugs. “I get to live with her and I help take care of her.” You nod in understanding. “I’ve been trying to get a job at Stark Hotels. I heard their night auditor job pays well but until now I’m here. I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” She apologizes.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You wave a hand in dismissal. “I work for Stark Industries and I know a few people over at the hotel.”

“Really?” She asks. You don’t notice her stance but Natasha does. She’s flirting now. She bats her lashes and folds her arms under her chest pushing her breast a bit higher. Natasha’s eyes narrow and she places a possessive hand on your thigh.

“Yes, if you give me your number and full name and a good email to reach you I can forward the manager your name.”The conversation seems innocent enough. Until she directs her next words to Natasha. Dee scribbles all of her info on a blank sheet in her pad while ripping it away. She places it in front of you.

“Your friend is doing me a solid.” Dee smiles at Natasha. Natasha looks around the table and before back to Dee. What about this picture would indicate that you’re just friends.

“Wife,” Natasha corrects her. Your eyes snap to Nat and she squeezes your thigh in return.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed since I didn’t see any rings.” Dee apologizes. “You have such a beautiful family.” Emma steps in this time with a hint of indignation.

“I’m still hungry.” She frowns up at Dee. She’s picked up on the woman’s flirting.

“Oh, right, I’ll get right on that.” Dee smiles down at Emma. “Thank you again.” She scrambles away to the back to put in your order.

Nat’s grip on your thigh loosens as Emma strikes up a conversation about dance. She tells you both about Libby Gibson and how she pulled her pigtails one day in class. You almost tell her to hit the girl back but you know that wouldn’t be a proper response. Violence is never the answer. Right?

“And Mommy, you missed DisneyWorld. I met all of the princesses but not Snow White or the Evil Queen.” Emma frowns.

“Well, I am sorry for missing that. How about we go today ?” You suggest. Emma and Ryan cheer together.

“You don’t have work again?” Ryan asks.

“No, I-I took some time off to spend more time with you guys,”

“And Mama?” Emma adds.

“And Mama,” You confirm. Your hand finds Natasha under the table.

“For real this time? You’re not just tricking us? That would be kind of mean.” Ryan doesn’t smile just yet. His words are innocent but you know there’s hurt behind them.

“I promise, baby, I’m here with you guys.” You tell them.

“Good,” Ryan looks down at the placemat coloring page. He finds the red crayon and occupies himself with staying in the lines.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at us anymore,” Emma begins and you stop her.

“No, baby girl, I was never angry with you.” You’re not quite sure this is a conversation to have in a restaurant but there are not many people in here at this hour.

“But you moved out? And you and Mama weren’t liking each other anymore.” Emma tilts her head in confusion. Dee picks this time to bring the drinks to the table. She sets them in their appropriate place with a smile before leaving you. “I told Mama I could pick up my toys clean my room and eat all of my vegetables. I did that and you didn’t come back. That sounds mad.” She’s blunt you’ll give her that. You also don’t miss the way she blames herself for your absence.

“Come here,” You gesture for her to come around the table. She slides from her seat just as you turn with your legs out towards the aisle. You help her climb into your lap wrapping your arms around her waist. “There is nothing that you did or will do that will make me stop loving you. There’s nothing that you or Ryan did that changes the way I love you. You’re my entire world, baby girl. You should pick up your toys and do all of the other things because you’re supposed to. Not because you think it will make me happy. Which it will be I would never leave you for that. Never.”

“But you have a new apartment all by yourself,” Emma points out. She frowns with tears shining in her eyes.

“I do,” You confirm. “ I know that must hurt for me to not be around as much as I used to. I apologize for being a bad mommy during these times. I know it hurts your feelings. You and Ryan. I’m sorry to both of you.” You glance over at him as he continues to color. You can tell he’s listening to the conversation. “I would like a chance to make it better.” You know truthfully there’s nothing that can take away the hurt.

Emma looks down at her hands and then into your eyes. “Is it bad that I was mad at you?”

“No, you’re allowed to have feelings.” You assure her. “I won’t be mad no matter how you feel. Just because I’m your mom doesn’t mean you always have to be happy with me. Sometimes I do things that will make you mad. You can always tell me.” Emma nods.

“I didn’t like that you made Mama cry,” She whispers almost as if she’s afraid of your reaction. This time she allows her tears to roll down her cheeks. You lift your hands to wipe them away.

“I know baby, I’m doing everything I can to make that up to you, Ryan, and Mama.” She leans into your chest listening to your heartbeat. “I’ll do everything in my power to not let you down.” Emma doesn’t make a move to go back to her seat. You turn to make the both of you more comfortable. “Did you hear that, Ryan? I’m apologizing to you too.” He looks up from the paper to Natasha. She’s been silent this entire time. He seems to be asking her permission to accept your apology.

“You don’t need me to say yes to how you feel.” Natasha reaches her hand across the table to take him in hers.

“Okay,” Ryan’s brow knit together. “I forgive you.” You give him a small smile. This conversation seems to be ending as Dee delivers the food to your table. Emma refuses to leave your lap so you opt to eat with one hand while holding her. She eats her pancakes enthusiastically before sharing her strawberries with you. She plops a few strawberries into your mouth.

“Good, Mommy?” She questions.

“Good, Emma.” You laugh.

She raises her hand to trace your chin with her own. Suddenly she turns your head forcefully to inspect something on your neck.

“What’s this? A bruise?”

Your eyes fly to Natasha’s and she has the decency to look guilty. You hadn’t noticed any hickies when you showered earlier this morning. She hides a smile behind her hand.

“It’s just a rash that I got from Mama.” You explain.

“Mama? How?” Emma tilts her head.

“I’ll let Mama answer that.” You lean back so she can see Natasha much better.

“Curling iron,” Natasha answers easily and Emma doesn’t question it any further.

“You should be more careful next time, Mama.” Emma scolds her.

“Yes, ma’am “ Natasha laughs. “I promise to be more careful when using the curling iron.” She laughs again at the face you’re making.

You’ll find a way to pay her back somehow.

DisneyWorld with the kids turns out to be a good time. You’ve done more walking than you have ever done in a single day as you make sure to hit up everything you can. Even then you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen the entire park. As the day winds down you can see the fussiness from Emma and the fatigue from Ryan. It’s time to head home. You reach a row of classic boardwalk games and suddenly you have an idea.

The first game you approach is a basketball game where you shoot hoops. You pull the five dollars from your pocket to hand to the host.

“Which one do you like?” You ask Natasha. She looks at you questioningly and you encourage her again. “Which one?” She points to the giant stuffed Goofy. No way would she fit that into her carry-on.

You roll your shoulders preparing to start the game. You set out to win only to lose. Badly. You’re not going up and you’re sure you’ve spent more money than you should. Finally, you win the Goofy and press it into Natasha’s arms. The stuffie is practically bigger than her. You wrap your arm around her shoulders as you walk with the kids in front of you towards the exit.

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When you make it back to your hotel room everyone is dressed in their pajamas and cuddled into the same bed. Natasha and you are on opposite sides of the bed with the kids between you. Sleep came so easily to them but you’re still awake. You lift to whisper out to her.

“Nat?” She sits up. “Let’s go.” You say as you make your way to the other bedroom. She covers the kids with the blanket before tiptoeing out of the room. The beds are much smaller but you just want to be close. She sits next to you on the edge of the bed.

“What the kids said today about being disappointed in me,” You began. You take a deep breath. “I want to be better. I know coming back home is going to be a long time from now. I want to come home a few times a week for breakfast and maybe dinner. Join you for dance lessons? I know this won’t be fixed overnight but I’m willing to work on it.”

“They’d love that,” She agrees.

There’s a pregnant pause for you to try again.

“I would like if we have some time together too?” Natasha eyes you. She’s still a bit guarded with her heart despite her weekend with you. “Just the two of us.”

“I’d like that,” Natasha smiles. She moves to straddle your lap. Your hands fly to her hips as she pushes you to lie back on the bed.

“I thought you said no sex?” You question between her kisses.

“I did,” She confirms. “Doesn’t mean we can’t make out.” She swipes her tongue across your lip asking for entry and you grant it to her.

“I like the sound of that,” You grin.

This should be fun.

---> next part

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AN: just a throwback post of our favorite toxic pair

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“If someone told me that I would have found a love this strong, quite frankly I can’t say that I would have believed them. I guess it’s just one of those “you need to feel it for yourself” type of things..

What y’all think about this new couple roomies?!

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user: yuck

user: oh they go together REAL bad

user: seeing Jack so in love makes me happy idk

user: I just love seeing love

user: not sure if I trust him with her yet. As long as she’s happy and being treated correctly

user: he’s gonna ruin this somehow I’m sure

user: anyone else thinks she deserves better?

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: making his pockets hurt

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user: idc I’m not jealous of that white man

user: here you go reminding us that you have a man

user: can you please stop

user: stop having sex with him

latto777: AS YOU SHOULD

user: this outfit thoughhh

user: 😍😍😍

jackharlow: so much saliva on my screen, it’s saying moisture detected when I charge my phone 🤤

user: what

urbanwyatt: dude….

yourinsta: wipe your mouth

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*rubs hands together* Right. We're doing this.

or, My Very Serious Attempt At Analysing The Billentines.

"BILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?" - Gods, he's even worse than Stan. Jack of NO Trades, Master of PUN. (Not the actual intent here, but if you add a comma, it almost sounds like someone else is asking him out. In cute-sy speak. "Bill, you go out with me?!?! Pwease?")

"I'VE GOT MY ❤️EYE❤️ ON YOU" - Aww, his eye is so expressive. Also love the way he's just... sitting on the ground like that. His base is so thin, it's no wonder why he needs to prop himself up with his little noodle leg. Like a reverse kickstand.

"YOU'RE ACUTE-Y" - Bill torments his friends with terrible, nerdy geometry puns Confirmed. Stanford Filbrick Pines PhD x 12's dream partner amiright？

"I LIKE YOU FOR SOME REASON" - *apologetically glances towards Ford* What reason, Bill? You can confide in us. Or perhaps you don't know...

"LET'S GET ILLUMINAUGHTY" - HE REMOVED HIS BOWTIE WTF-I-I didn't even think that was possible. Welp, you learn something new every day. ...And, are those his cheeks? I’ve always assumed that his whole surface changes colour whenever he is feeling a particularly strong emotion. Huh.

"I'M BROKEN. WANNA FIX ME?" - ...now you're just mocking us. If this ends up spreading to the wider fandom- Oh. Oh dear. It already has. Well played, Hirsch. In all seriousness though, this one is surprisingly introspective of Bill. Has he been doing some postmortem soul-searching? Read a few self-help books? Perhaps Frills was the one who first suggested that he write his own book as a means of reaching a state of inner catharsis...Or maybe it’s just a reference to how Stan literally shattered his face before killing him.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE" - See my previous post. Long story short, he stopped time for a reason. But. Also. He looks depressed. No offence, of course. (Is the floor comfortable? From data gathered during the period of my life that I spent as a Weird Human Child With Weird Human Quirks, I have come to the conclusion that the floor is not, in fact, the most comfortable of places to lie down and ponder one’s existence, but you do you I guess.)

"I SECRETLY COLLECTED YOUR SWEAT IN A JAR AND ACCORDING TO EXTENSIVE LAB TESTING. WE HAVE AN 88.3% PHEROMONE COMPATIBILITY MATCH" - Bill has pheromones. 88.3%...Is there a significance to this number? Does Bill Cipher even know, or care, about basic lab safety and scientific accuracy these days? The answer is a resounding “No. Definitely not. Absolutely not.”

"THEY CALL ME...THE LOVE TRIANGLE" - How To Become Besties With Mabel Pines In One (1) Quick & Easy Step. But you better watch out Bill, the Love God will probably be filing a lawsuit against you for Stealing His Look...and a minor case of Very Intentional And Blasphemous Blasphemy.

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Whew. Done. Overanalysis is to me what Ichor is to the Greek Gods.

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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ryan ross iceberg (tier 2)

tier 1, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

the tip of the iceberg:

the young veins:

this is the band that ryan and jon started after they split from panic! it included a few other members, and often times ryan’s good friends z berg and alex greenwald (formerly of phantom planet), who will be mentioned more later on. they only released one album in 2010, called take a vacation! they played some live shows, but at the end of that same year, they went on an indefinite hiatus. HOWEVER, they made an official instagram account and have been active this year!! it’s likely because there will be vinyl repress (further supported by a comment jon left on their only post) but it’s super cool nonetheless [i].

this is a personal aside, but i honestly like this band more than anything panic! released post split, with the exception of new perspective and the calendar. like god this was such a good fucking band.

dottie, elwood, and hobo:

these were all ryan’s dogs.

hobo was the dog he got in 2006. however, when he and keltie (we will discuss her soon) broke up, she took her with her [ii].

dottie was a dog he got circa 2015.

elwood is the dog he got in 2017.

i’m not sure if ryan still has dottie and elwood since he has pretty much disappeared from the internet.

eta: i misspelled elwood's name as elmwood in the iceberg image. sorry about that!

z berg:

this is one of ryan’s exes and his bestie. they dated around 2009/2010. they still hang out today and he’s made appearances at these events she does called proms. she gives us the majority of ryan content that we’ve gotten in the past few years.

he featured on one of her songs, “the bad list,” and she featured of the young veins cover of “nothing matters but you.” she will come up more in other entries as well, which is why i'm not going super in depth here.

throam:

whew.

this is a ryden fic – probably the most iconic after the milk fic – called the heart rate of a mouse, written by anna green. it was originally posted on livejournal, and it’s LONG, coming in at 3 volumes and over 500k words.

the plot summary is that in the 1970s, ryan is the lead singer/guitarist of a famous band called the followers, and brendon is a roadie on their tour. brendon is openly gay, and ryan and brendon start hooking up, even though ryan is “straight.” from there, the series becomes 3 volumes of angst and pining. of course, there’s so much more that happens, but i won’t say too much for the sake of spoilers.

despite it being a ryden fic, it’s incredibly well written (if you’re able to get past the explicit smut), so i do recommend reading it at least once in your life. i’m gonna keep it 100, i’ve read this series at least 10 times with a yearly reread and have physical copies of it.

anna also wrote some ficlets to go along with it, such as one from brendon’s pov and just some extra stuff that didn’t end up in the final cut. she also wrote a lot of other iconic fics (all of which i also recommend), like the black rose season, how a resurrection really feels, posing in a ballroom, miguel sanchez’s grand slam of love, amongst many, many others. sadly, she purged her entire livejournal account, so you would have to turn to internet archives to read anything other than throam [iii].

unfortunately, this fic also reached the icon status that the milk fic did so multiple people from the bandom sphere know about it and have acknowledged it. for example, keltie, ryan’s ex-girlfriend, has read it and mentioned it on twitter multiple times (embarrassing for her but whatever) [iv]. jon tweeted about it once [v]. also, i swear that vicky t from cobra starship mentioned it (i wanna say it was on instagram, but i could be wrong); however, i can’t find the comment she made anymore.

link to throam for those who are curious

jac and keltie:

these are two of ryan’s exes from the panic! days.

jac vanek was a scene queen in the early 2000s, and they dated from november 2005 until feburary 2006 [vi]. it was a pretty cringey teenage relationship that was overly (grossly) chronicled on livejournal, and if you’re interested to read more, there will be a link in a later tier.

an interesting tidbit is that while ryan was dating jac, brendon was dating another scene queen named audrey kitching, which will also come up later in this iceberg.

keltie knight (née colleen) and ryan started their relationship in august 2006 after meeting at the vmas, where panic! was performing and keltie was a backup dancer (she was a rockette). he was 19 and she was 24, which may not seem like a big deal, but it definitely played into some power dynamics in their relationship. for example, in keltie’s book, she says she often had pay ryan's bills for him. also in her book, she stated that he didn't take their relationship seriously, leading him to propose to her and asking her to move in (maybe he wasn't taking it as seriously as you because he was barely in his 20s keltie just a thought). they broke up in 2009 right before the split. we’ll touch on that again later. there is honestly so much more that i could say about this relationship/keltie, but some of it will be covered in this iceberg and the rest will be linked along with the jac info.

sun and moon:

another ryden entry. this refers to a theory about ryan and brendon about which one is considered the moon, and the other is the sun; it’s based on their personalities, like who embodies which more. polar opposites and all that. when ryden was still relevant, who is the moon vs who is the sun was a hotly debated topic (ryan is the moon, while brendon is the sun is the only correct answer).

this also loosely tied into some lyrics from panic and their solo music. for example, when the day met the night is often referenced in relation to this theory, although this song is definitely about keltie [vii]. also, in 2014 ryan wrote lonely moonlight, which also could refer back to this theory and kind of calls back to the lyrics in when the day met the night [viii]. however, this song is most likely about keltie too, if not another past relationship (not brendon).

dead end kids club:

this is a band/touring project that ryan was part of, including z berg, dan keyes, and the band palm springsteen. it was first announced in july, 2019. later that same year, they went on tour, hitting 8 cities for fall balls. this was referred to as the “1st annual” but….[ix]

in 2020, they released a song called lonesome town that featured a lot of videos from fans [x]. also that year, palm springsteen was accused of assault, which dekc posted a couple of statements about on twitter, here and here, stating that they had been removed from the project “a long time ago” [xi]. they pretty much disbanded after that and haven’t been active since october 2020.

livejournal:

iconic. livejournal (aka lj) was basically tumblr before tumblr existed. similarly, it could be used as a personal blog, a place to post rpf fic, an emo poetry hub, a photo album, etc. it’s on this iceberg because ryan was very prolific on livejournal, under the username i_amclandestine, and it’s essentially where panic! got its start. ryan made contact with pete wentz through lj, sending him the early demos, which lead to pete signing them and then cue domino effect to a taylor swift song.

anyway, ryan made many iconic posts on there, some of which will be addressed directly in this iceberg, but i will leave a link to an archive of his lj account for further viewing. he made his last post in june of 2006, but he deleted the account in july of that year after receiving a spam of hate. at the same time, brendon changed his (part_time_lovah) to friends only [xii].

along with the links to ryan’s old lj, i’m also going to link a youtube video by one of my favorite channels, the cozy representative, in which julian goes through ryan’s posts.

this is the web archive for ryan’s lj (does not include his last post):

this is a tumblr masterpost of all of his entries, including the last one missing from the above link:

and finally, julian’s video:

ryan and spencer childhood besties:

ryan and spencer became friends when they were around 5 or so years old, which was always the saddest part of the 2009 split to me. ryan and spencer were in the og band before panic!, which will be discussed later.

in 2016, spencer’s wife tweeted that ryan and spencer were still friends. however, ryan did not attend spencer’s wedding, which could have been for a number of reasons, one of which we will also discuss more heavily later on [xiii]. of course, there is no way for us to know whether ryan wasn’t invited or if he just decided not to go.

mcr makes me dance:

in 2004, ryan went to the chemicalromance livejournal community and posted, “hey im ryan im new i live in las vegas my chemical romance makes me dance” and history was made [xiv]. this became a "meme" amongst panic! fans, and they started bringing signs with that phrase written on them for ryan told in pics. this has continued even in recent times.

newsboy cap:

this is another iconic piece of ryan ross fashion. he wore it a lot in 2004-2006 cause he’s a little fruity. like seriously, this hat had him in the biggest chokehold.

now, we move onto some of the deeper stuff and into the waters.

tier 3

references:

[i] https://www.instagram.com/theyoungveinsmusic/

[ii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171475122211/did-keltie-knight-ever-steal-ryans-dog-or

[iii] https://web.archive.org/web/20170606154418/http:/beggarsnotes.livejournal.com/

[iv] https://youngveins.tumblr.com/post/141384273691/keltie-has-read-throam-this-is-not-the-twitter

[v] https://twitter.com/iamjonwalker/status/958805938227433472

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/170958104996/the-tragic-love-life-of-ryan-ross-part-2

[vii] https://genius.com/Panic-at-the-disco-when-the-day-met-the-night-lyrics

[viii] https://genius.com/Ryan-ross-lonely-moonlight-lyrics

[ix]https://www.instagram.com/thedeadendkidsclub/?hl=en

[x] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzcWGQQiFDU

[xi] https://twitter.com/DeadEndKidsClub/status/1275849828459823105, https://twitter.com/DeadEndKidsClub/status/1283511345330049026

[xii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/629056560433446912/why-ryan-ross-deleted-his-livejournal-and-brendon

[xiii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171901498176/so-i-saw-your-ryanspencer-post-and-i-was-just

[xiv] https://chemicalromance.livejournal.com/96360.html?page=1

[antlerqueer]

hii, megan! I hope everything is going well for you. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share how you created the gifs and images overlay effect in this /post/727210103698259968/scott-pilgrim-2010-lgbtqcreators-bingo pretty set? Have a nice day.

I will do my best!

First and foremost shout out to @nelsonnicks Norah whose beautiful gif set here inspired me!

In order to make this as succinct but also thorough as possible, there are some assumptions this tutorial makes:

We are working in photoshop

You know how to make a gif using photoshop

You know how to use the timeline feature to make/edit gifs

Okay let's learn how to make this gif:

(Due to Tumblr's image number limitations, there is a PART TWO linked where I add that "item" and gif, which you can find by clicking this entire sentence.)

STEP ONE: The Image Overlay

Pick your image! Here's the one I've picked, I cropped a page of the graphic novel:

From there, I'm going to click on that magic wand tool:

And select subject (crudely circled for emphasis)

If it's not perfect, you can either use the quick selection tool to refine the selection before or continue on with these steps and use the eraser later. I do both, but it's up to you.

Now I have a lasso around the subject, and I'll click that "Select and Mask" button next to "Select Subject"

Now I can see what my lasso'd image looks like against a white background, and I see that it's pretty good, nothing I can't fix with an eraser if I really want to later.

If the image looks rougher than you were expecting, use the SMOOTH option and play around with that slider.

If it looks a bit more smooth than you wanted (not clear defined lines where you were aiming for clear defined lines) use the CONTRAST option and play with that.

And if you wanted a little more or less around the edges, you can use the SHIFT EDGE tool to grab like 1px-ish of additional space.

Anyway, I like what I've got, so I am gonna CLICK OK

And I'll either cut or copy it onto a new file, and throw away my scraps.

Now it's time to add my character details! I'll use the same format I did for the original set here, and create 3 equal-sized rectangles using this lovely shape tool tool:

So my working file now looks like this:

I move the rectangles closer, I'll want them behind the image of Ramona after but here's just what it looks like while I'm adjusting them.

Then I add the text:

Now, it looks like when I put the bars behind her it'll cut off her name! I don't want that, so I'll adjust the side of the bar for her name and scoot it over....

Nice!

Now I'll adjust those layers to be closer together and behind Ramona...

And this is what my screen looks like now!

It looks how I want it, so now I'm gonna merge all of the layers EXCEPT the background layer. This makes it so the part that's merged has a transparent background.

Highlight the layers, right click, and find the "Merge Layers" option

And now it looks like this:

Step one COMPLETE. Great job. Have you been drinking water? It helps you think clearer. Or something.

STEP TWO: Make the gif you want. Sorry I'm not doing this step-by-step it would be so long I'm sorry!!!

STEP THREE: Put Ramona on the gif!

So I just use the selection tool and make a square around my bestie Ramona here to create this:

And then paste her right on top of my gif here:

Woah! She's ginormous!

Let's resize her by hitting CTRL+T....

This is where we get a little creative. Personally? I think the font is legible, but doesn't look nice now that I've resized it. So I'm going to back to the original file and UNDO my last action (merging the files):

And hit CTRL + T on the Ramona layer (Layer 1 pictured) and adjust her size:

Time to merge these layers again, and redo the process:

MEGAN SHE'S LARGE AGAIN! I know, I'd rather work with big files I have to make smaller than small files I have to make bigger. Sue me.

Resize the layer, make any adjustments to the gif you have under it in terms of placement/size:

And WHEW we got this part done.

STEP FOUR: Add color overlay

I'm gonna make her color overlay blue like her cartoon hair, so I'll eyedrop tool her hair:

Go to Layer:

Add new, and then using a regular brush at like 5000px just click onto that new layer, and...

Bump that layer under your Ramona cut-out,

Go back to the layer drop-down menu, and select Blending options...

And this little menu will pop up:

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE PROPER LAYER SELECTED FOR THIS. Otherwise you're going to be very confused.

See where it says "Blend Mode" and it has a drop down under normal? For these purposes, I'm gonna use the drop down and select COLOR:

Now you can see that all-blue layer in the background now is showing the original gif behind it, but you know your original gif? "I know of it." It's all blueee. /ref

This is what it should look like:

Before I go any further, I'm going to check my timeline to make sure this is covering the WHOLE duration of the gif:

It does, so let's drag that bar on the right to line up with the end of the gif:

All fixed!

So now we've got this:

Oh man! See those white spaces between her arms? I'm gonna go back and fix those now, fortunately I can edit it directly on the full file itself, by just editing that layer.

Using my magic wand tool, I'm selecting those white spaces between her arms and her jacket and deleting them-

She's not perfect but you can always be nit-picky and zoom in really close and refine with the eraser.

PART TWO

[powerofelvis]

E fingering you under the table right before he gets his TOYM award at the Jaycees ;) ;) ;)

The Jaycees

Here you go, you nasty girl you ;) I’m just kidding, bestie. I hope you enjoyed this one because I had a great time writing this as you already know. Could you imagine being this lucky girl getting fingered by Elvis before he went on stage to get his TOYM award? Whew...

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning(s): Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Elvis talking dirty, Elvis getting the award that he deserves (this is not exactly a warning, but I just believe that he should have gotten more awards than this one.)

masterlist.

Today was a big day for Elvis. Recently, he accepted an invitation from the United States Junior Chamber, where he would receive the Ten Outstanding Young Men award. You were initially unsure of what Elvis would have thought about showing his presence at an award ceremony since this was one of the first awards that he had ever received in his career. You were buzzing with excitement, spending days leading to the award ceremony, getting appointments in. One thing that you knew about Elvis was that he wanted his woman to shine as he would. The only thing you did not have to worry about was the outfit you would wear because, as always, Elvis had that taken care of. After your nail appointment, you returned to Graceland as you had to finish getting ready before the award ceremony. As you walked inside, you could feel the entire household vibrating off of Elvis’s emotions. The whole house was filled with the mafia and the help who were running around like they were headless chickens. From the look on the face of Sonny, you could tell that Elvis was somewhere, pouting that things were not going his way. You decided to go off to find Elvis and calm him down. 

You found Elvis in his music room, playing random keys on the piano. You sat beside him, placing your manicured fingers along the keys. Elvis turned his head, looking at you with a small smile. “Nervous, honey?” You asked, moving your left hand on top of his. You had been with Elvis long enough to pick up when he felt other than himself. “I’m feelin’ all of the emotions, Satnin. Nervous, touched, excited, and deeply proud.” You looked into his blue eyes, moving your hand from the piano keys where his hands lay, resting on his cheek. “You deserve this and more, baby. You’ve worked almost 20 years to be recognized for your phenomenal career. I understand that you are nervous, baby; it’s your first speech. However, you are going to do well. You are Elvis Presley, baby. Everything that you are is well deserved.” You smiled, watching as his blue eyes gained brightness. Elvis leaned into your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to yours. “Thank you, Satnin. I am fortunate to have you by my side. Now go get ready before we are late!” He pushed you away, chuckling as you went to get ready. 

The dress that Elvis had chosen for you was beautiful, yet simple. It was a white, short-sleeved dress with small ruffles bunched together along your chest like a flower. You did your make-up the way he always liked, with eyeliner around the eye and a bird wing. You finish your look with clear lip gloss before sliding your white heels on. You felt beautiful, but it wasn’t about you. This night was for Elvis and for him alone. You walked down the stairs, seeing everyone’s eyes on you. Elvis stood in the foyer, dressed in black and white attire, smiling at you. “You look beautiful, Satnin. Are you ready to go?” He put his hand out, taking your hand into his. You smiled softly as everyone exited the house, getting into their perspective cars. You slid into the back seat of the car that Elvis would ride in. Your hand sat into his, feeling his skin become clammy as the nervousness ate away at him. Your thumb caressed the back of his hand, leaning closer to him as your head lay on his shoulder. 

The Holiday Inn-Rivermont was a nice hotel. You could see photographers crowding inside the hotel, waiting for all of the attendees who were arriving. Luckily for Elvis and for you, you would arrive as the prayer breakfast was already underway. The photographers were not outside but were in the banquet room where Elvis was expected to make his presence. The valet opened the door for you as Elvis got out first before reaching for your hand. You placed your hand into his, stepping out of the car before wrapping your fingers around his bicep. He followed the mafia inside the hotel, leading you into the hotel as the banquet doors opened. Everyone who was already there stopped what they were doing, their eyes landing on you and Elvis. The mafia led you and Elvis to the middle table that sat in the middle of the banquet hall. Sonny pulled your chair out, stepping to the side. You silently thanked him, sitting down as Elvis sat beside you. The photographers all ran over to the table where Elvis was sitting, taking photos of him and of you. He allowed it for a while before asking them kindly to leave. He would go off, meeting Senator George H.W. Bush for the first time, shaking his hand. As he returned to the table, he shot you his trademark smile, leaving you melting against your chair. He sat down beside you, talking to his daddy about being nervous. Elvis’s hand sat on your thigh, rubbing circles under your dress as the ceremony had started. 

You leaned into his ear, whispering about how beautiful the ceremony was and that it was quite an honor to be there with him. He smiled, nodding his head as he leaned back into your ear. The following words that he would say would send your body into a shiver. “You look beautiful tonight, Satnin. I wonder how this dress would look on the floor.” He chuckled, moving his hand up your thigh. Your arousal immediately pooled in your panties at the feeling of his fingers still running circles on your skin. “What do you have planned for me, honey?” You whispered, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as your eyes looked around the room to make sure that no one was watching the both of you. “Just try to keep quiet, Satnin. You’re about to feel amazing.” His southern drawl leaked into your soul like honey. His hand reached up further under your dress, moving your panties to the side. His cool fingers rubbed your cunt, forcing your body to jump slightly. Sandy, Jerry’s wife, turned to you, her eyebrow quirked as you shook your head at her to let her know that you were okay. She nodded, turning her head away as she listened to George H.W. Bush speak. 

Elvis chuckled beside you, continuing to rub circles on your pussy. The arousal was beginning to pour out of you more, your hands gripping the tablecloth that held utensils for the breakfast earlier. You could barely focus on Senator Bush’s speech as the ringing in your ears started getting louder. Elvis, on the other hand, loved how he had you stunned stupidly as his fingers gathered up your arousal before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. You softly gasped, looking around to ensure that no one heard you before you looked over at Elvis. He sat beside you with a smirk on his face, fingers pushing deeper into you. Your hands balled up tightly as your legs began to shake at the feeling. He leaned into you again, his breath hot on your neck. “You’re so wet, baby. How fortunate that we are in public because I would fuck you right in front of everyone if I didn’t have an award to get.” He spoke naughtily in your ear, chuckling as his words made your pussy clench around his fingers. 

Elvis groaned into your ear as his fingers moved faster into you, watching as you tried to keep yourself together. You could feel your orgasm creep up slowly as his fingers pumped into you, his thumb rubbing circles along your clit. Your lip remained in between your teeth as you swallowed your moans. You couldn’t remember the last time that Elvis had done something like this since you had gotten together with him. Your cheeks heated up as you moved your hands down to your lap to push his fingers deeper into you. He chuckled softly in your ear as his two fingers curled into you sloppily. You gasped softly again; your hands gripped at his wrist as your hips chased his fingers, seeking to gain an orgasm before he had to leave you. “Someone wants to orgasm, don’t they?” He taunted you, shaking his fingers into you, the squelching noises being quieted by applauses as each award recipient was called up to the stage. You could thank the heavens that no one could hear the sinful noises that your pussy was making around his fingers, but you weren’t sure that you would care less at this point. 

You leaned back into his ear, begging him to allow you to climax, promising him that when you arrived back to Graceland later on that night, you would allow him to have you as many times as he wanted. He chuckled, clicking his tongue at your words. “I had already planned on having you as many times as I want tonight, Satnin. Where is your pretty head at, mama?” His fingers scissored into you faster, causing your lips to clamp around his fingers tighter. You weren’t sure when it was time for him to go on stage, but your orgasm seemed to take its sweet time to come. You groaned as you realized that it was your husband’s turn to receive his award. You did not want him to stop, so you ground your hips along his fingers faster, gripping his wrist tighter as you silently begged him to fuck you more quickly so that you could orgasm before he left the table. “You naughty girl, you want to orgasm bad, hm?” He teased you as he slammed his fingers harder into you, the tips of his fingers rubbing against your spot. 

Your mouth fell open before you covered your mouth to make it seem as if you were yawning as you were a little tired from the day. Your pussy clenched again and again against his fingers as your orgasm neared its peak. You whimpered softly, pretending to lay your head against his shoulder as you softly moaned so that he could hear you. Elvis had to keep himself from getting hard as he listened to you moan out his name in his ear. “That’s right, mama; let me know who is making you feel this way.” He smirked as he continued his assault on your pussy. He wanted you to orgasm before he would walk away from you. His thumb continued rubbing your clit, flicking it in hopes that it would lead you to let go on his fingers. It wasn’t long after flicking your clit that you groaned slightly, cumming on his fingers. He loved how your pussy clenched down on his fingers as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. At that moment, it was his time to go on stage to claim his award. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy, wiping them clean on the tablecloth before standing up as he walked toward the stage. 

As he walked on the stage, his eyes found yours, smiling wickedly as he watched you slumped against your chair. He couldn’t determine what was being said between you and Sandy, but he knew that you were trying to devise an excuse for being tired. He turned his eyes away from you, shaking the hand of Senator Bush before beginning his speech. 

“When I was a child, ladies, and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero of the comic book.

I saw movies, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times. These gentlemen over there, these are the type who care, are dedicated. You realize if it's not possible that they might be building the Kingdom, it's not far-fetched from reality. I learned very early in life that: ‘Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend, without a song, So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.”

You were ready to leave so that he could have you as many times as he wanted, you thought. As he walked back to the table, you kissed his lips happily, whispering in his ear that you were proud of him. He caught the attention of his mafia, telling them that he was ready to leave. “I have prior engagements that need to be done.” He whispered, wrapping his hand around yours as he led you out of that banquet hall so that he could have his way with you once you both returned to Graceland.  

[chargeddeck]

Whew, watched it. So many feelings! I’m just going to blurt them out while it’s all fresh.

Not sure if I should go into spoilers here or let people message me but I’m happy to talk about them.

Anyway, loved that they re-did the intro. Really smart move and gives it an immediate air of legitimacy. This IS a continuation.

Remy and Rogue’s intro? Perfection. They looked and behaved like a couple. My Romy heart was happy. Then in the nightclub too, with Remy doing as he always does and showing her it doesn’t matter to him if they can’t touch, he loves her for her. There were so many small moments where the two of them were with each other or near each other. I’m not ashamed to admit that I had tears in my eyes, it couldn’t have come at a better moment for me. I needed it.

There were other moments too that will test that relationship and I won’t lie, I hate that stuff. It’s already heartbreaking to watch and I know it’s only going to get worse.

Also loved the way they used Scott’s powers, he’s my second favourite X-Man and FINALLY seeing a piece of media understand his beams are a concussive force and not hot fire made me grin. The way he pushed himself around with them tapped into that and also his perfect geometry and angle skills (also a power?). Brilliant.

They got his personality right too. Driven, perfectionist, takes the world on his shoulders. X-Men and the dream is everything to him.

The aggro between him and Logan is palpable and Jean smoothing it out is just right.

I like that Jean and Scott are in the stage that they are in their relationship. It adds to that sense of progression.

The voice work grew on me over time, it started off sounding like slightly-off impressions of the original but soon fell into place.

I was a teenager in the 90s. It’s weird hearing Jubilee use words like bling and bestie at least 10 years early, we never spoke like that.

Loved the Easter eggs, loved hearing Logan say Bub.

Didn’t like Morph at all. His jokes felt cruel to me, attacking people personally - which I don’t find funny.

Storm is…just as she should be. Love the long Mohawk too, and when she caught Remy she was so careful with him. I hope they explore that bond, especially as the wider plot develops.

As you might expect, I don’t trust Magneto one bit.

Sentinel fight with the theme tune? Magnificent and creative use of powers too.

Overall it was just really great to see X-Men being X-Men again. A new story to tell without being constrained to previous movies or the MCU. These are the X-Men and the Romy that’s lived in my head for 30 years and I’m here for it.

Even if it hurts right now. It hurts a lot.

[chocolatehouse]

i’m rewatching the witchfinder because of course i am and i have thoughts

-- arthur knows about merlin’s magic. period. done deal. did you see him when the woman confessed? (for one he was standing BEHIND his throne in shadows like batman which is hilarious) he IMMEDIATELY says how it might’ve been a truck of light, arthur would’ve known merlin’s with whatever group he was with and knew and wanted to stop the whole deal before it begun (also even if he didn’t know of it he definitely doesn’t agree with uther’s laws and isn’t afraid of magic)

— also uther??? that man is biased against magic(and grudgingly likes merlin). when aredian said it was merlin and he would need to search his room, if that were ANYONE else uther would’ve just killed them. no room searching necessary and uther trusts aredian (“he’s a trusted ally”) so why would he need any more than his word? yet he asks MERLIN, or at least looks towards him, and doesn’t say anything to aredian until merlin gives his consent to his rooms being SEARCHED NOT FUCKING RANSACKED (i’m still mad about that) then tells aredian to do so

— aredian walks into the room “i smell it, uther, the magic, i smell” 👃🏻🪄🪄 arthur “that’s definitely NOT because i fuck magic in my spare time” like seriously WHY did they make that scene so weird i mean yes aredian’s trying to be intimating but magic having a smell is a bit suspicious (of what i don’t know it just is)

— arthur was WATCHING merlin and saw THE moment when merlin snapped and i love that like yes pay attention to your boyfriend then him bringing him to see gaius? yes arthur break the law for your boyfriend (but seriously arthur wouldn’t have left merlin and gaius alone so was he just standing right outside listening to their whole conversation about magic?? if he didn’t know about the magic he certainly does now)

— gwen KNOWS morgana has magic. when aredian goes to question morgana then gwen goes to merlin saying “i’m worried, merlin, she’s close to breaking point” that’s vague enough to make merlin think she’s talking in general but ummm that’s sounds an awful lot like gwen knows because THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS

— we deserved more gwen and merlin being badass besties and solving crime and breaking laws

— like father like son, apologies are like toads in their throats. remember way back when when merlin arthur’s like “i’m umm sorry that wasn’t fair of me to sack you” then uther trying to apologize to gaius whew it was hard to watch like you are the KING you are FEARED and your stuttering over an apology?? and gaius did NOT hold back

— this episode was super interesting because it’s the first time we see uther falter with magic. i know he’s not a good person by a long shot but he’s always just ruthlessly and without hesitation condemned people with magic but now it’s worse. because now we know that uther knows what he’s doing is wrong but he still condemned gaius to death. he’s too stubborn to change and when the laws become biased to people close are when they become so much more dangerous and yeah uther could’ve tried to change like he told gaius that something would change

— gaius and merlin making fun of aredians face when he puked up the road was amazing and i love them so much

anyway if you read this whole thing, why? and here’s a picture of our favorite gays because look at their smug little faces

last thing THE TENSION in the photo below whew damn how the entirety of Camelot didn't know they were fucking is beyond me

[amiharana]

15, 28, 🧑‍🎨 !!!

(ask games from here and here)

i am Desperately going to try to keep all these sections shorter than i would normally write because i have to answer three things and i'm not trying to make this a graduate dissertation on revalink so HERE WE GO BESTIES

🛌 15. Going through their bedtime routine.

link's bedtime routine is pretty simple and it looks like this:

take a shower. he uses shampoo, conditioner, and body wash personalized to his hair & skin conditions that revali forcefully helped him choose. it's because he used to use that fucking. 7-in-1 body wash shit and revali was appalled when he found out

brush his teeth & hair. link feels like the type of guy who doesn't like mint chocolate ice cream because it tastes like toothpaste. revali argues with him about it all the time because what the fuck kind of toothpaste tastes like ice cream and they have to switch him to kiddie non-mint toothpaste

moisturize. link also used to not do this until revali made him. it's not like he had super dry skin before, but after he started using lotion, revali would absentmindedly rest a hand on his thigh or something and caress it because it's soft. so link kept using moisturizer LMFAO

get dressed. he only sleeps in boxers. he would actually like to sleep naked, but revali said no :[

wait in bed for revali to be done with his bedtime routine 😞 he whines the whole time about how revali is taking too long and that he's cold

wrap himself around revali like a koala when revali finally gets into bed. revali complains because he's probably got a sheet face mask on and he doesn't want it to fall off, but he's weak for link so he just lets himself get wrapped anyway. simp

sleepy time <3 link falls asleep easily if he's with revali 🥺🤍 revali is basically his safety blankie

but revali's bedtime routine... whew. revali does a slightly different thing everyday depending on what day of the week it is like he's got a hair-focus day, a face-focus day, body-focus day, etc you know what i mean? he's got a routine for every fuckin part of his body fr but here's like a general daily list

shower. actually, revali is the type of guy who does a bath and lights candles n shit, but if he's short on time, he'll do a shower. and by short on time, i mean link is whining at him from the bed to hurry up because he wants to cuddle so. revali has three different conditioners, shampoos, and body washes, and a body scrub, and all of them are from sustainable brands. he also has a couple of those pumice stones to get rid of calluses on his feet and keep them soft. he only washes his hair once a week because his hair is thick and regularly uses hair masks and protein supplements for his hair.

skincare. compared to link, revali usually does one of those 10-step korean skincare routines KJHDFKDJ he has a morning routine and a night routine, he double cleanses every other day, he exfoliates every three days, he has five different essences, dermatologist-prescribed treatments because he used to have terrible acne in his teens, and he even has a mini-fridge where he stores all of his skincare products, sheet face masks, pimple patches, etc. revali definitely got some fucked combination skin and had a lot of cystic acne in his teens, so he's very well-prepared for any skin mishaps. and it all pays off because you will not find a SINGLE blemish on this man's face. lowkey thinking about making an actual fully fleshed out morning and night time skincare routines for him.

get dressed. revali the type of guy to have matching shirt-and-pants pajama sets. the type of guy who has one of those sleeping caps AND a sleeping mask over his eyes. freak

most days, revali is probably doing a hair and/or face mask before bed for 20 mins to an hour, so he'll have a whole hair wrap in and a face mask on getting in bed with link who latches onto him immediately. link is a sleepy little guy as we all know, so of course he wants to go to sleep the moment revali gets into bed with him, but he hates it when revali moves to get up and wash out the hair mask or throw away the face sheet mask, etc. link was already warm and comfortable, why did you move!!! so they both just talk about their days or whatever to try to keep link awake until revali is done with his hair/skin treatment masks.

btw revali also taps the product into his skin and uses face rollers. the first time link sat by while revali was doing his skincare routine, revali was tapping the toner into his skin and link was like ???? Why are you hitting yourself????? and revali was like. it's for stimulation and blood circulation. and link was still like ??????? but now he really likes it when revali uses face rollers on him because it's vv relaxing

revali goes to sleep with a silk hair wrap to keep his hair moisturized. they also have silk pillowcases that revali insisted they buy because cotton dries out your hair.

and FINALLY, revali will get back into bed to let link wrap around him once more and go to sleep with the glossiest, most moisturized and perfect skin and hair ever fr

🍺 28. Link gets into a bar fight and Revali steps in to help.

(disclaimer: i've never been in a bar fight or a fight ever, so this is what i imagine it would be like LOL)

link is dodging a punch by the time revali finds him on the other side of the bar. he's got a nasty black eye, a bleeding split lip, and his gorgeous blond hair that revali had lovingly braided prior to coming here is a rat's nest on his head. his face is pulled into a snarl, brows furrowed in anger and concentration. revali sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose; no matter where they go, link is a beacon to all trouble.

by the time link's assailant is gearing up to throw his next punch, revali has already made his way to link and he pulls his boyfriend back by his elbow. link yelps in surprise, falling backwards into revali's chest, while his assailant loses his balance at the lack of a target and faceplants onto the floor. link is hot to the touch, and revali can practically feel the blood and adrenaline thrumming underneath his skin.

"'vali?" the blond says, looking back at him with wide eyes. "how did you—?"

"you aren't every difficult to find," revali replies, deadpan. "you leave a path of destruction wherever you go, and if i lose sight of you, the chances you've already gotten into trouble are incredibly high."

link winces. whether it's from an injury or guilt, revali doesn't know but he doesn't like seeing link in pain either way. "sorry."

"it can't be helped now," revali sighs resignedly, and lets link stand up on his own. he immediately misses the warmth. "let's just go home already. you look terrible." contrary to his words, revali's gaze softens and he reaches up to cradle link's cheek with a hand, brushing his thumb against the corner of his lip with a featherlight touch. link's shoulders drop, his eyes fluttering, and revali almost smiles; he loves the way link relaxes at his touch.

"no way!" shouts the assailant, who has since drunkenly struggled his way up to his own two feet again. "we're not done here! blondie's got a lot to 'pologize for!"

revali narrows his eyes at the extremely drunk man and drops his hand, stepping in front of link. "and what exactly does he have to apologize for?" he says curtly. "in fact, it should be you who should apologize for wasting my time and assaulting my boyfriend."

the man's face flushes a bright red and he grits his teeth, swaying in one spot. "how about you and your boyfriend get down on your knees and say sorry for being pathetic instead?"

revali's jaw tightens and link tries to step forward. "shut the fuck up, man—" he starts, but revali holds an arm out over link's chest, keeping his eyes on the man.

"we will do nothing of the sort," he says, his voice as sharp as the point of an arrow. then, revali takes a deep breath and suddenly throws a punch, his fist colliding hard with the man's jaw. he drops to the ground, knocked out, and a collective hush falls over the people surrounding their portion of the bar. revali gives a nod of acknowledgement to all of them.

"a good evening to the rest of you," he says, polite but terse. "we'll be taking our leave now." then, he grabs link's arm and stalks towards the entrance of the bar, the blond following after him easily.

he doesn't stop to breathe until link is safely seated and buckled in the car, and he's in the driver's seat and the doors are locked. so much for a casual night out with link.

revali turns to look at link, who is looking down at his hands in his lap. "are you alright?" he says gently. "did you sustain any other major injuries?"

"i took a couple hits to the ribs," link mumbles. "hurts a lot."

revali chews on his lip. he might have fractured a rib. "okay. does it hurt enough that we should go to the ER?"

link feels around his ribs for a moment before shaking his head. "think i'm okay, might just be bruised bad. just wanna go home now..." his voice falters and he still won't look at revali, and that hurts more than his worries about link's injuries.

"hey," revali says, trying to make his voice as soft as he can. "look at me, please?" link doesn't move. "songbird, please?" link glances at him but returns to his initial position. "little jewel?" the blond pauses before moving his head just enough that revali can see his eyes. "there we are, snowdrop. tell me what's wrong please, darling."

"nothing," link mumbles and fidgets in his seat. "just... sorry for all of that, and being an inconvenience. he was being a fucking creep to this girl and wouldn't leave her alone, and no one else was doing anything about it. so i wasn't going to just stand there and let it happen. but it escalated before i realized and we started fighting and..." link fidgets even more. "tonight wasn't supposed to go like this. i'm sorry."

revali just stares at him for a couple moments. of course link's selflessness wasn't going to allow itself to be ignored in such a moment. "it's alright, songbird," he says. "you did the right thing. i'd rather not find you beaten half to death the next time you do something like that, but i'm not mad. so can you please actually look at me?"

and this time, link complies. his eyes are bright and wide and shining blue, and revali is reminded why blue is his favorite color. he reaches over to take link by the back of his neck and presses a kiss to his forehead. "i love you," he murmurs against link's skin. "let's go home and clean you up, okay?

"okay," link whispers back. "you're not mad?"

"i'm not," revali assures him. "irritated that you were in a fight and that the guy was an arrogant shithead, but i'm not mad at you. never."

link hums. and after a second— "but if you're not mad, then why no kiss?" and taps on his mouth.

revali rolls his eyes. "i just gave you a kiss on the forehead. i'm not kissing you on the mouth right now, it's covered in blood, idiot."

link pouts. "whatever. let's go already." he sits back in his seat with his arms crossed.

revali snorts. "you can have mouth kisses when we get home and you wash up and treat your other injuries. does that sound acceptable?"

"i guess," link replies, but revali can hear a smile to his voice.

"okay," revali says, turning back to the wheel, smiling himself. "let's go home then, songbird."

🧑‍🎨 A musical artist where you drop everything to hear their latest work

it's bts. i'm purple blooded through and through y'all 🤞💜

i swear it's like a whole event for me every time there's a bts comeback or if one of the members is having solo promotions or something. keeping up with bts is so difficult bc these mfs don't know what the word "rest" means, they're always dropping new content all the time year-round 😭 i mean in comparison to other groups, armys are WELL FED, we are never starving in terms of content. but by god is it overwhelming ☝️😞

like crow is gonna beat my ass but i've watched like. five episodes of 'in the soop' season one, 10 episodes of run bts, and like. one episode of 'bon voyage' i forget which season but it's the one where they went to hawaii. LIKE I STRUGGLE SM TO KEEP UP WITH THEIR VARIETY CONTENT but if it's the music, i'm fucking there baby. except for D-DAY as of recently because i've been depressed. i will listen to it soon (tonight methinks i'll liveblog it if anyone's interested)

[ssickabit]

Dunno if you’re a caratstay like me but…. Just IMAGINE a bangchan x seungcheol threesome🥵🥵 ugh my two fav leaders EVER! also my biases from their respective groups!🥰 bangchan and coups BEST LEADERS!!! >.< 🥺😖😢💕💓💗💖💘💞💕💘💖💗💖

but goodness that’d be SO intense. im usually a soft stan but sometimes all I want is for two sexy, masculine, muscular, virile men like them to RAVISH my fragile holes and devour the hell out of me until i reach transcendental states and I can’t walk the next day 🥺 and then they carry me around like a bride and tell me that im such a good girl to them 🥺

imagine that bangchan is your sweet, wholesome husband. and single dad!seungcheol as his lovely best friend. seungcheol has always had a lowkey crush on you since chan introduced you to him. and he was a little sad that channie found u first. but he always remained happy for the two of you even after marriage. he never wants to start drama, come across as creepy, or interfere with anyone’s happiness. one day, seungcheol finally has the guts to tell him this and bangchan smiles, appreciating his honesty. the conversation goes on for a while. eventually, it turns rated r and that’s when bangchan has a lightbulb moment - a threesome!!!!

once you come home after a long day of shopping with ur besties (and using chan’s credit card to buy everything😉), he talks to you about the visit seungcheol made earlier that day and everything that went down. he asks about the possibility of a threesome. hearing such raunchy words exit his mouth gives u the goosebumps. you respect seungcheol and would trust him to have safe, loving sex with u and chan. and u are completely down for it…

cheol visits your guys’ house every few days and takes things slowly. chan and cheol want to make sure that you’re safe and don’t get hurt 🥺 massaging your body with almond oil and kissing you all over…and then experimenting with fingering, toys, and oral on you, and eventually getting rougher as time goes by 🤭

you love the feeling of two hot dilfs treating you like a princess and tell you that you’re such an amazing, obedient little angel for being able to take two cocks at the same time 🥰 cheol in your mouth and chan in your pussy. two wholesome dilfs who transform into ravenous beasts whenever they’re in bed with you….always wearing pretty pink lingerie that makes you seem innocent…yet not so innocent…..you’re a delectable little sweetheart to them. they’d worship your body like a goddess and revere you like there’s no tomorrow…

and sometimes they say things like “i guess our princess can’t decide whose cock she likes better. what a sweet little cockslut” or “our cute angel has become such a nymphomaniac for her two daddies huh?”

constantly inundating you with intense orgasms and pleasure from all directions 🥰 and WHEW just the sight of the three of their sweaty naked sexy bodies makes me so .... 🥵

And then the aftercare😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫them turning all soft and nurturing again😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫telling u that you did so well and then massaging ur body and taking care of u the next day cuz they KNOW you’re gonna be sore

I am actually a caratstay and I am very much devastated by this ask because BESTIE???

*clears throat* I think we reached the point where me, a fellow writer, can’t even write any single thoughts because this is just TOO MUCH (/pos). So here’s some of my thoughts you might wanna read because I am just full of ~horny thoughts~ where Bangchan gives you some time alone to explore yourself with Seungcheol (without intention of crossing the boundaries) :

Bangchan is mostly a soft dom, that’s very true, but when it comes to Seungcheol A means A and B means B. Bangchan still gives you the space to be a brat and just taming you in the softest way possible, but Seungcheol? Do it as he says or you won’t get what you want. Pretty strict with his rules which is also agreed by you and full of your consent of course. This makes you thrilled in some way *evil laugh*

Touching you with delicacy is what Bangchan always does but with Seungcheol he will shove your head on the bed, back’s arching to him as he is thrusting his hip from the back. Even if the pace is kinda rough, Seungcheol is still considering the gentleness in his moves (yeah talk about that to the bruises in your hips lololol)

Lots dirty talk and degrading is what Seungcheol loves. This is quite the opposite of Bangchan—which he is just really love praising—and he likes it when you talk back, it makes something inside of him very excited. “Yeah? Look now who’s aching for my cock” “you dirty slut, say it. Say my name” while exactly pounding into without mercy.

Sometimes he is just making Chan’s ego in the edge of the downfall because look at him. Very cocky and shit. “Look, Chan, look at how pathetic she is” and a lot of smirks when he watches you and Chan fucking each other.

He is kind of hesitant about aftercare at first because this is out of his capabilities right? But his leader self is saying the otherwise. He will give you water and let you pee, then he will run you a bath. He brushes your hair of course! He won’t leave any marks on you besides the one at your hips because of his hands—he does that to respect Bangchan. Or, the marks on your neck because of his fingers when he is fucking your throat with his cock. Or on your buttcheeks because he can’t help but spank you. But he will be glad to see how you marked his body *wink*

[uselessmicrowave]

hey i wanted to request a match-up since i saw your match-up requests are open, if that's alr!!! id prefer MTMTE Lost Lighters and/or G1 or TFP Decepticons

Appearance: thick 2C/3A curly dark blond & purple hair at shoulder length. buglike blue eyes and lip piercings ; vertical labret + dolphin bites. 2 tattoos, one of my passed away kitten and 1 of a praying mantis on my arm. im tall and awkwardly portioned due to ehlers danlos. lots of keloid scars and a bit fuzzy. slight baby face. pale as frick frack and translucent skin with veins showing.

Pets: 7 CATS. 2 dogs. 1 ball python and a small colony of madagascar hissing cockroaches. i am an avid animal lover and a nerd about all their behaviors, biology and habitat preservation.

Fav foods: RAW GREEN BEANS, vegetable fried rice, hashbrowns and eggs, s'mores, pesto pasta ; not vegetarian / vegan but prefer ethical sourcing of food and have my own garden.

Style: flexible but usually comfortable hippie goth / casual 70s . almost everything i own is green and brown, but I also have lots of purple stuff (fav colour)

Hobbies & interests: chalk art, painting, drawing, metal bands lead by girls, dubstep, entomology, mycology, dragons, robots/ai, TRANSFORMERS, aliens/ufos, lucid dreaming, tarot cards, a solarpunk society, anti-capitalist

Smarts: bugs, animal and human health + biology, fungi, symbiotic relationships in nature, communication, being a mediator, giving advice

Bad habits: I've picked at my skin since I was a baby, as I have ocd + dermatillomania. because of it i am littered with bumps, scars, and can't shave due to ingrown hairs or risking making a scrape and then scratching until im sent to the er weeks later with cellulitis. i also have problems focusing and have a dissociative disorder that makes me not myself. i have bad anxiety that i cope with well, but if i stay up late i can overthink myself into a sobbing fit for no reason.

My personality: my friends describe me as WEIRD. my mom says im an alien. i would say that the people i know and i all agree i am creative, artsy and kind of an old soul. im patient sometimes but also get overwhelmed by certain situations because im autistic and can't multitask. i love helping others and when spending time with friends i like to make them gifts or play outside with them and look for bones or cool plants, or roleplay warrior cats with my besties. i have "childish" interests but am mature and independent, and am a caretaker. i had a rough upbringing and as an adult i feel like i heal my inner child everyday by living as autistic as possible.

whew that was long. anyways, thank you, feel free to ignore!!!!!! just wanted to shoot a shot bc these match up things always look fun lol. thanks!!!!! XP

Hello! Apologies I only wrote for one of the continuities. I’m matching you with TFP Megatron!

Megatron

He’ll get you more purple clothing to match him.

Grabs your hands and holds them when you’re picking at your skin, then he’ll carry you to the medbay for Knockout to patch you up.

Megatron believes that seven cats is a bit… obnoxious, but nevertheless will make room for all of your pets.

Jokes about your bug colony being an army… he thinks it’s hilarious that you have an insect army of your own.

Megaton holds you close to his spark when you overthink things/start to cry.

Everything is weird on the Nemesis, so you’re not out of place on the ship to him.

He does his best to appreciate and support all of your interests, even if he sees them as childish.

At least once a week he’ll take you to a new foresty area, where you can “observe all the different types of mushrooms and squirrels you want.” He’ll usually sit in a clear-ish area and watch you frolic through the trees.

[pandasmagorica]

Third (?) Re-watch in progress - Bad Buddy - first 7 minutes

Okay, I'm torn between blogging this re-watch - and wanting to make sure I get this whole re-watch done before Bad Buddy disappears from YouTube. But these first 7 minutes before the opening credits are such genius that I have to blog something before settling in to watch two or three eps in a row this evening.

My review of Stay By My Side is going to have to wait a few days as well. While I enjoyed it, there is more going on in these 7 minutes than in that entire series. Okay, maybe an exaggeration. Okay, definitely an exaggeration. But that series didn't send me running directly to Tumblr's Create button and these first 7 minutes did.

All of this is from Episode 1 [1/4], before the credits:

1:09 Okay, I didn't know yet (on first watch) that this is one of the two mains (and that Wai isn't), but, damn, Pat (unnamed as yet, unless Korn said it in Thai and it got subbed as an English pronoun as often happens in Thai series) looks like a tough guy. We learn later about him having to sleep with his Nong Nao doll and otherwise being a softie, but he does have this tough side as well.

1:59-2:23 Love the audio in this series. Watch what they do with the sound: dramatic classical music as Pran opens and arranges his drawing kit, until his friend interrupts him and we get the sound of a phonograph arm scraping across vinyl then just the dialog. (Would the main audience for this series even know that sound I know all too well?)

2:33-2:42 But when Pran hears it's Wai in the fight, suddenly we hear a heavily distorted metal guitar riff which continues until Pran takes the first earbud out at which point it suddenly cuts off. Hmm, technically I'd consider that an edit error. I'd expect the volume to drop when he takes the first one out and cut off when he takes the other out. But that's a nitpick. Audio-wise, it's a great choice.

2:41-2:45 We actually saw a glimpse of Pran's OCD starting at 1:59 when he was neatly arranging his drawing kit, but now we really see it as, despite being under time pressure, he takes out his earbuds and carefully stows them. (Earbuds will play an important role in the first few episodes.)

2:50-3:57 This fight is so chaotic and disorganized. This is where my bestie decided she had no interest in this series, although I did eventually convince her to watch episode 5 [1/4], [2/4], and [4/4]. Also thinking about how I didn't know at first watch that Ohm is skilled in martial arts. Don't know about any of the other actors but hope they had a good fight coach to keep them safe.

3:24-3:29 Funny to think the actor playing Wai is a doctor in real life.

4:13-4:17 And suddenly everything comes to a stop when Pat and Pran see each other face to face.

4:18-5:54 For all the Tumblr discussion in which the first 4 episodes are seen as being primarily from Pran's point of view, then episode 5 being Pat's, it's an interesting choice to start their introduction as being the main characters with Pat's view of Pran. Interleaving the shots of their life now with shots of their life in grade school and high school establishes immediately that they have a long history, as well as their history of competition and their parents' clashes.

5:54 Bringing the focus back to the two of them as main characters.

5:55-7:00 And continuing the introduction.

6:11-6:14 Lol at the Buddhist monks eye-rolling at the mothers' competition.

7:00-7:11 And now the fight is Pat and Pran one-on-one. And we go to the opening credits.

Whew! Can I just say the editors are brilliant? Not one wasted second.

I don't get reaction videos and have no interest in watching them. But I guess there is something to be said about being able to share my reaction to each moment.

Okay, I'm going to have to lock my keyboard while I watch this. Going back to moment zero so I can watch this uninterrupted.