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eyoricka · 3 years

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Secret dating - Pete Davidson x singer!reader

First thing, I am sorry for my rather long absence I was moving to another country and way to stress. But now I have to spend ten days in quarantine so I will try to catch up and write all the asks I received in the meantime. So sorry for the delay and I hope the waiting will worth it!!

Also this is the first part of a small series about Pete x singer!reader because I had few asks on this theme! Hope you will enjoy

Words: 1600+

Warning: none I guess

You had been dating Pete for few months. You decided to keep it low profile. It wasn’t really a secret; your friends and families were aware that you were together but you didn’t want the whole world to know. You had seen Pete’s debacle with his exes, and he witnessed yours. You both agreed to not to make it public this soon since you wanted to avoid paps, gossips articles, harassment online and to hear everybody’s opinion. You were surprised that no one caught the two of you or speculated on your relationship. Maybe the both of you being friends for years, evolving within the same circle of people helped you. When people saw the two of you strolling, getting ice cream together, no magazines titled about how cute this date was but rather on how good it was for you to have such good friends in your life.

These past couple of weeks, it had been hard to spend some quality time with Pete. You had to flew to LA to assist to the Grammys and you missed your boyfriend so much through out the ceremony. You wished that you could have hold his hands during the stressful waiting, kissed him when you heard your name, thanked him when you gave your acceptance speech or feel his hand drawing absurd figure in your back to relax you while you were waiting to perform. Then after going back to New York, you hadn’t had that much time. Your publicist had packed you with interviews and gigs during late night shows. It was tiring but worth it. Your career was on a clear path to success. You were finally considered as not another pop star but one of the biggest artists out there. Pete was so supportive of you. You lived for his lovely text messages to give you strength before each performance or his compliments on how beautiful you looked on TV, how smart your answers were, how funny you were during an interview game.

You had eventually managed to find an afternoon just for you and Pete. You enjoyed a home-cooked meal at his place and could help but melt every time he was laughing while recounting his week. You simply spend the rest of the afternoon watching cartoons. It was your way to decompress together. Pete would always prepare some snacks while you set everything up. Then you would lose at least ten minutes to choose which cartoons or movies to watch. You usually had long debate on whether SpongeBob was better than Scooby-doo. Pete would always take you in his arms while you were watching, peppering your neck with kisses and smelling your hair. He liked the smell of your shampoo arguing that it reminded him of happiness. That was so cliché and yet so adorable, you couldn’t make fun of this cheesiness.

You were slowly falling asleep engulfed by Pete’s warmth, this was cozy, it felt like home. Suddenly, you heard your phone buzzed and sighed. It was your agent, asking you where you were to pick you up to go an interview. You texted her your address while you looked for something to put on for the TV. You liked very much the clothes you had on but you doubted that their shades would be nice on camera. As you were researching the perfect outfit in underwear, trying on several combo, you congratulated yourself for letting some clothes at your boyfriend’s place. You were hesitating between two tops and asked Pete’s opinion. After a quick joke on how good you looked in underwear and that you probably should go like this, he made up his mind for the baby blue top.

You rushed outside to be picked by your team but not before sharing a sweet but passionate kiss with Pete and agreeing to spend the night at your place after the show. Your team smiled at you knowingly as you entered the car but they didn’t make any comment on your relationship. You discussed the show, the possible questions and what the best answers would be… The ride was pretty quiet after that and you soon arrived at the building where the show was taped. You were warmly welcomed by the host. You had already done some interviews with him, he was easy to talk to, always made you comfortable and was rather fun to be around. He lead you to the make-up artist trailer who didn’t fail to notice your tired look but promised you that it was nothing than a bit of foundation and powder could hide. Indeed, after only 15 minutes there you were glowing, looking fresh, like a fairytale princess leaving her bed.

As you were waiting to be called on stage, you received a message from Pete telling you that he was excited to see you on the show, that no matter what you were the best and that he was eager to see you tonight to finish the nap you had started together. You quickly replied before entering the stage. The interview went rather smoothly. You had begun with questions about your last album and upcoming project teasing a possible collab with Taylor Swift. The crowd went wild at this info and you knew that you would certainly end up in top tweets. After a commercial, you played a game with the host where you had to sing a random song imitating another artist. Clearly, it was not your forte, but you were funny enough to make it a good moment to watch. Then, you proceeded to answers some more interrogations from the public that could be found on social media. Those questions were a lot more personal and globally more focused on your art, compositions, writing skills, inspiration. You were passionate, your eyes were big with enthusiasm and you did a lot of gesture with your hand with made the host smile.

You were so happy that when a question about your dating life came up, you didn’t think twice before saying “Well I am the luckiest person, I have my dream career and dating Pete Davidson is just the cherry on the top, you know. He is just so perfect for me, like me understand and support each other, it just so great when you can share all those moments with someone you love and trust.” As you finished your rant, you noticed how the host was staggered. You finally realized what you had revealed and blushed furiously. “Did you just announce publicly that you are dating SNL cast member Pete Davidson?”. It was like words were dying in your throat and you envisioned Pete’s reaction at this. Surely it was not how you had planned to go public. You nodded shyly and the show stopped there. The host thanks the audience who was visibly thrilled, and you made your way backstage. You compulsively checked your phone every five seconds waiting for a text from your now very public boyfriend. But none came and it was worse. You felt so bad, you never wanted to put him in such a position, you were not sure that he was ready to go public, face the world’s reaction but here you were because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Your team drove you back to your place assuring you that it was okay, he couldn’t be mad at you for this but actually he legitimately could. They insist that you should check your social media, people were very supportive of you, saying that you were so cute together, goals… however you didn’t think that it was a good idea right now, you head spinning with the prospect to face Pete.

You silently entered your house waiting for Pete to arrive, a huge lump in your stomach. You felt so guilty, obviously you had to ruin everything, didn’t you. You were in your kitchen drinking a hot cocoa to calm your nerve when you heard Pete unlocked your front door with his spare keys. You didn’t dare to approach him and let him come in the room, your hands shaking so bad that you had spilled some hot beverage on it. You didn’t really feel the burning sensation, you were too scared of what he would say. To make it even more torturing he remained silent as he glanced at you. he eventually approached you and put away your cup as he took your injured hand in his. He put it under cold water and you let him do it, not understanding what was happening. “Do you think that I hate you or that I am angry at you for making it public without talking about it first?” he stated more than questioned as he stood behind you with his hand on yours. “Yes” you sighed looking down. He made you turned to face him and since you were still not looking at him, he put gently his hand on your face and lift it up. His face was so calm and soft, not what you were expecting at all. “I don’t mind, I mean sure it would have been better to discuss it and find a way together to announce it but you didn’t did on purpose. You were just so excited and you didn’t really think of it so I can’t blame you. I certainly would have done the same. Also, how I can be mad at someone who is so cute and so adorable when talking about me. You know what you say about us, it means a lot to me, a lot more than you can imagine. I love you, okay, and I don’t care if the whole world knows as long as you know it.” He smiled down at you and brushed away some tears that you hadn’t realize where rolling down your face. He cusped your cheeks and kissed your forehead as you buried yourself in his shirt.

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rockthingsbymeg · 4 years

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A couple drinks

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: fluff and smut and 5 seconds or so of angst; 4231 words;

A/N: Hey guys. Here’s another fic for you. I am doing my best to work on the last requests, but I’m also working on a multi-chapter fic that I hope you guys enjoy <3

Y/N's head spun, her vision was blurry and the music seemed way too loud but to say that she wasn't having a great time would be a lie. She had a nearly finished bottle of Daniel's in her hand and was talking to a few of her friends, laughter echoing around their group.

Her attention, however, was not entirely on the friends by her side. It was, instead, on the guy that had invited them to the party in the first place.

He was sitting on the couch talking with two of his bandmates, all of them good friends of Y/N, and somewhere along the night he had lost his shirt and jacket, much to Y/N's happiness. He was a bit sweaty, probably due to the amount of people gathered in such a small space, and his torso shone under the red light that illuminated the room.

His hair was wild and free, voluminous curls all over the place, covering his eyes as usual but this time not covering the wide and a bit drunk smile that he had on his lips.

God. That smile did things to her...

Her eyes continued to scan him, taking a look at how good his legs looked with those leather pants clinging to them. She could make out the faint outline of his dick, since he always skipped underwear, and it made her mouth water and her teeth sink down on her bottom lip to stop an involuntary groan from coming out.

All she wanted to do was straddle him and fuck him right on the couch, in front of everyone.

So, in her drunk bliss and courage, that became her plan. She turned away from her friends without a word, leaving them looking at her a bit confused but quickly going back to their conversation, downed the remainder of her whiskey in record time, threw the bottle onto the floor and confidently made her way to the couch where he sat on.

She was swaying with each step, bumping into strangers who paid her no mind, until she finally made it to him.

"Hey." He grinned up at her, curls falling from his eyes.

Y/N said nothing as she moved closer to him and sat down on his lap.

Slash jumped a bit at the action, surprisingly way soberer than her, and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as she placed one of her hands on his shoulder and the other on his chest. His hands instinctively fell on her thighs, but he quickly moved them to her hip bones, stopping her from moving too close to him.

"What are yo-" He began to ask, only to be cut off as Y/N glued her lips to his without hesitation.

His eyes widened to the size of billiard balls as Duff and Steven immediately cheered them on. The entire band knew Slash liked her, though he would never admit it (or so he thought; he never seemed to remember the power that alcohol held over people in love), and it was clear she liked him back, but none of them had ever taken action.

His immediate reaction was to push Y/N off. She was drunk and if he hadn't been able to tell that by the way she swayed as she got closer to the couch, he could tell either by the way she clumsily fell on his lap or by the intense flavor of alcohol on her lips.

He swore he was going to push her off, but then her tongue licked his lips and ventured inside his mouth and against his own just as her hand moved down on his body, stopping right on his dick. He moaned at the action, eyes falling closed and mind losing itself on the kiss for a bit, but then Y/N tried to rock her hips forward and he was quickly brought back to the reality that she was drunk.

"Y/N-" He spoke, pulling her hands from his body and breaking the kiss. "Stop. I think it's time you go home." He smiled tenderly at the girl, doing his best to avoid looking at her pouty, kiss-swollen lips.

"I want you." She mewled, trying to kiss him again.

Slash felt his steadily hardening dick twitch at the words and the syrupy tone in which they dripped from her lips. "C'mon, lets get you home." He stated, more to himself, and got up from the couch, steadying her on her feet and putting her left arm around his neck while his right one wrapped around her waist. He managed to get his leather jacket on his body as he helped Y/N walk.

"Look at him doing the right thing..." Duff teased, taking a swing from his bottle of vodka. He knew Slash would never take advantage of a girl as wasted as Y/N if he wasn't just as drunk, but it didn't stop him from joking.

"Shut the fuck up..."Slash groaned with a faint blush on his cheeks, walking over to Y/N's friends to let them know he was taking her home which, thankfully, was only a block away from his own.

Y/N was smaller than him and that helped a little with the task of dragging her down the street. It was quite the trip, with Y/N either giggling like mad at nothing or trying to pull him for a kiss. It really tested his willpower...

He managed to get her home and had to, very unceremoniously, shove his hand down her back pockets in order to find her keys, but he wasn't going to say he was exactly mad about that. Why would he be mad for touching her ass?

He opened the door and helped her inside, closing it behind himself a bit louder than intended. Y/N slipped from his grip and fell right on her ass in the middle of the floor, but was totally unfazed by the events, simply laying down and looking up at him with her lower lip trapped between her teeth, hooded eyes scanning him up and down.

"Why are you so hot?" She asked, giggling a little as his fingers brushed over sensitive places on her side while he picked her up again. "Like, you're so hot-" She continued, being interrupted by a hiccup. "It hurts. I get so wet just thinking about you..."

Those words left her lips right when she leaned on him, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of his neck and velvety voice dripping with filth right by his ear.

"Fuck me..." He mumbled lowly, picking her up bridal style and walking the short distance to her bathroom.

He sat her on the toilet and helped her out of her top. His eyes stopped on her breasts, considering Y/N had decided to skip the bra, but he quickly turned his head away and focused on removing the rest of her clothes.

He really loved to see her legs in leather pants, but he had never hated said article of clothing this much. He had already removed her shoes and was now left with the hard task of pulling the skin-tight pants from her body.

Y/N was not being very helpful, but it was expected. She was just sitting there, bare breasts still looking very tempting, looking down at him on his knees, in front of her, with hooded eyes.

He avoided looking up as much as he could and after many attempts, he finally managed to pull her clothes from her body. He got up from the floor and walked to her shower, leaving the water to warm up while he helped on her feet again.

"Y/N, look at me." He spoke softly, trying his hardest not to groan at the sight and feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest as soon as she tumbled forward and fell against him. "You're going to take a quick shower okay? Don't get your hair wet. Can you do that for me?" He smiled.

"You want to get me all wet for you?" She giggled seductively (well, as seductively as as someone as drunk as her could).

Slash groaned at her words. "C'mon, Y/N."

"I'll make you a deal, poodle boy." She spoke, straightening herself up, trying to sound serious. "I'll be a good girl for you and shower, if you fuck me after that."

"Okay, deal." He lied. There was no deal, much to the dismay of the rock hard dick between his legs.

Y/N grinned like a kid on Christmas morning and pulled her panties off. Slowly but less clumsily than before she got under the water and used the smaller shower head to wash herself.

As much as Slash would love to just stand there and watch her hands roam her body, he forced himself to leave the bathroom to go in search of some medicine that she always kept near her booze to help with hangovers in the morning.

He filled a glass with water and took out two pills, bringing them to her room and leaving everything on her nightstand. He then went back to her bathroom, standing by the door and waiting for her to finish.

Over a minute after she closed the water off, he heard her tumble against the wall and immediately rushed inside, finding her trying to balance herself out with her soaking feet sliding across the tiles.

He picked up her towel and wrapped it around her body, steadying her while she dried off as best as she could. Once she got herself clean enough, he picked her up again, searching his mind for the biggest turn offs so he wouldn't think about her naked body pressed against him.

He sat her down on the bed and pulled out one of the large t-shirts she always slept in, pulling it over her head. Before he allowed her to lay down under the covers, he made her drink a few sips of water.

Sleep was already taking over her body and the deal she made had slipped away from her mind, thankfully. He helped her snuggle herself under the covers and pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving the room.

He didn't feel like going back to the party, especially not with his dick fully hard and nearly leaking, so he decided to sleep on her couch for the night. He flipped through channels on her TV until he found some shitty porn, settling himself for it while he pulled his dick out and let his eyes slip closed, picturing a very naked Y/N in the dirtiest scenarios he could, the high pitched moans coming from the TV helping out.

[...]

Y/N woke up that morning to a pounding head and an urge to throw up. She didn't move for the next ten minutes, allowing the urge to leave her body, and only then she carefully sat up on her mattress.

She did not remember how she got home or how she managed to take a shower, judging by the white towel left carelessly on the floor and the no longer existent sweat on her body. She turned her head to the side and saw the pills and the water on her nightstand, which led her to the conclusion that someone had taken her home and helped her out. She took them and slowly got up, trying to recollect some of her memories from the previous night (with little to no success).

She had made her way to the kitchen, the thought that whoever helped her last might still be on her home not even crossing her mind, and started to make herself some breakfast.

Slash woke up to the noise she made and sat up on the couch. Looking over to the kitchen, he found Y/N in the exact same clothes he left her last night, no more no less, while bent over her fridge to pick whatever she was looking for.

The t-shirt she was in was large, but not large enough to cover her ass if she bent like she did. Her pussy was completely exposed to him until she straightened herself, and honestly, Slash could not have asked for a better sight to wake up to.

"Morning." He greeted in his raspy morning voice, making Y/N scream and nearly drop the box of juice in her hands.

"Jesus fucking... You asshole!"

Slash laughed at her reaction, wrapping the blanket he stole last night around his waist and walking over to her. "Sorry..."

He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her reach one of her cabinets in search of a glass. "You want some?" Slash was too busy looking down at the exposed skin of her ass to notice she had spoken. "Slash?" Y/N asked, turning around to look at him.

As soon as he was no longer able to see her ass, his eyes snapped back up at her face. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice. "What?"

"You want some juice too?" She asked again.

"Sure, thank you." Slash smiled, watching her stand on her toes, her shirt riding up one more time. "I'll get it." He mumbled, reaching for the glass himself, consequently pressing his half hard dick against the side of her leg.

Y/N bit on her lower lip at the feeling, tugging slightly on her shirt to fully cover her ass. Slash blushed as he noticed her action, taking a seat on the counter and putting one of his bare feet up as well, so his hard on wouldn't be so visible.

She poured them juice in the glasses and handed him his, reaching for a box of cereal on the lower cabinet and eating bits of cereal out of the box. She was sitting on top of the table, in front of Slash, and silently extended him the box, letting him eat as well.

The awkward silence eventually melted and soon they were talking about random things, though Y/N was far less talkative than usual.

"Your head still hurts?" He asked while stuffing his mouth with cereal.

Y/N rolled his eyes at his behavior, containing the soft smile that threatened to settle itself on her lips. "Yeah. Not as bad as I thought it would though."

"I'm glad." He smiled at her.

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Slash spent the entire day lazing around with her. Shortly after breakfast, Y/N had put on shorts but while they covered her pussy, they did little to nothing to cover her ass. Not that he minded of course.

He watched a bit of TV while Y/N took a nap in her bed and around noon she got up and they ordered pizza. During the afternoon, they played a few board games that Y/N owned.

While she played, her mind was trying to create a timeline for last night's events. After her nap a few memories had come back to her and all of them had her moving her eyes away from Slash.

She remembered glimpses of the night. The first one was a close up of Slash's face with his eyes wide. The second one was of her face buried in his curls while he carried her somewhere. She remembered being naked -or almost- and being pressed up right against him and also remembered him carrying her to her room and then helping her onto the shirt she currently wore, but nothing after that.

Did they do something that she didn't remember?

When she had gone to the bathroom shortly before the pizza arrived, she had found last night's clothes on the floor, but all of Slash's were in the living room, which could mean that they weren't naked "together". That did not eliminate the chance that they had sex, but it was something.

"You're thinking too loud, Y/N." Slash joked, throwing one of the dices they were using to play in her direction.

"Sorry." She chuckled, shaking her head as if trying to get rid of her thoughts.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked while she played, nudging her leg with his foot.

"Oh, just about the party. Nothing important." She assured with a soft smile.

"What about it?"

Y/N hesitated for a bit, nibbling on her lower lip. "We didn't... We..." She stuttered, not sure about what to ask exactly. "What happened last night?"

Slash sensed her hesitation and smiled reassuringly at her. "You had a lot to drink. Out of nowhere you came up to me and sat down on my lap..." He spoke, holding a chuckle as he saw her hide her blush. "And then you kissed me."

"Oh my God..." She mumbled hiding her face in her hands.

"If it helps, that was not the worst part..."

Her head shot up and her eyes widened. "What?!"

"I brought you home and when I was taking you to your bathroom you told me you got really wet thinking about me, after asking me why I was so hot." He said sheepishly, knowing she was mortified by her own actions. A weird feeling made his heart ache.

Was all of that a drunk urge?

"Then I helped you undress and told you to shower, and you asked me if I wanted to get you all wet for me. And then agreed to be a good girl for me if I fucked you after you showered." He said, wanting to be fully honest with her.

Slash had never seen a blush so deep on someone's cheeks until this day.

"I'm so sorry..." She whispered, barely able to speak through the embarrassment. "I... I wasn't thinking..."

"Hey." He spoke, reaching a hand out for her when he noticed tears pooling on her eyes. "It's okay, Y/N."

She hastily cleaned her eyes before any tears spilled but kept her head lowered. A suffocating silence fell upon them, no one sure about what to say or do.

The same question he asked himself a little over a minute ago echoed again in his head. He needed an answer.

"Did you... Did you do all that just because you were drunk?"

Y/N looked up at him. He wasn't exactly avoiding her eyes, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable. "What?"

"All of the things you did and said... Did you do them just because you were drunk or was it something... that you thought about in other moments?" He tried his best to explain.

If anyone else had asked her about this, she would have lied and said it was purely a drunk urge. But this was Slash. She had never lied to him, partially because she didn't want to, partially because she literally couldn't. She wanted to be true to him at all times, no matter how embarrassing or sad or whatever it was for her.

Despite that, she could not speak. Her brain refused to form a coherent sentence.

So she acted instead of speaking.

She crawled around her coffee table and sat by his side. With shaky hands, she cupped his cheeks and turned his face to her, joining their lips in a soft, shy kiss.

Slash had been longing for her lips from the minute they left his own at the party. He didn't hesitate to pull her closer, helping her pass one of her legs over his body and straddle him.

His hands moved down her side and to the small of her back, keeping her body flush against his as her tongue entered his mouth and rolled softly against his.

During the day, it hadn't even crossed his mind to put on his clothes, so all that separated them were her flimsy clothes and his thin sheet. That thought made his dick get harder faster that it had previously been doing, and it only got worse as she tangled her hands in his hair and began to softly rut her hips.

They could both feel the lust pooling inside their bodies, a hot fire burning deep in their abdomen. Slash's hands got more adventurous and moved under her shirt, once again feeling her soft skin under his calloused fingertips. Her own had wandered lower down his body, short nails lightly scraping against stomach.

Her hips began to pick up speed, making the soft fabric of the sheet move against his now fully hard cock.

"Y/N..." He moaned softly, breaking the kiss and hiding his face on her neck, groping her ass and helping her move. Slash had thought that when she changed clothes she had put on underwear and well, but he now realized that she didn't. "Forgot your panties?" He joked, leaving a soft bite on her neck.

"Slash..." She breathed out, doing her bet to pull the sheet away from his body and free his cock.

He got her clue and picked her up, walking the short distance to her couch and placing her down on it, pulling the blanket away from his body. Y/N was going to pull off her clothes, but Slash stopped her.

"Don't take 'em off..." He said, pulling her shorts to the side. The piece of clothing was small but thankfully loose, so it easily gave him access to her wet core.

"Fuck me, Slash... C'mon." She moaned, looking at him with lust blow pupils.

He pushed himself inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at the warmth of her pussy around him. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist in instinct, but he brought them up to his shoulders and stroked the skin of her thighs. Her hands held on to the pillow behind her, lips parted and letting out short breaths.

"You good?" He asked, desperate to move.

"Yeah. Fuck me, come on..." She urged, clenching down on him voluntarily and locking her gaze with his.

He groaned at the sudden tightness and set a harsh pace, pulling all the way to the tip then fucking back strongly into her, hitting her g-spot with scary precision. Her breasts accompanied the thrusts, the shape created by them on her t-shirt driving Slash up the walls.

"You're so hot, Y/N." He moaned, gripping her thighs tightly and picking up his speed. "Fucking wish you could see yourself, baby..."

Y/N, however, was pretty happy with her own view. She loved the sight of Slash's hands on her thighs and the feeling of his bare abs hitting her legs as he slammed into her, low groans and moans leaving his parted lips. His eyes were darker than usual, looking down at her with such an intense stare that it made her insides burn harder.

"Rub your clit for me..." He moaned, moving his hands to her waist and slightly lifting her up, pushing himself even deeper inside her.

She shoved one of her hands down her shorts and began rubbing circles on her clit, making her moans get higher in pitch and frequency, soon overpowering the sound of his hips snapping against her body.

Her orgasm was getting closer and closer, and the sight of Slash throwing his head back as she clenched down on him was definitely a great fuel.

His own orgasm was close too, his cock twitching inside her with each thrust, his body eagerly chasing release like an animal in heat.

"Fuck, Slash... I'm close..." She moaned, arching her back, which made the shape of her breasts get even more defined on her shirt.

"Cum on my dick, Y/N... Fucking do it..." He groaned, thrusting as fast and hard as he could.

Her fingers matched his speed and soon her orgasm was crashing down on her. Her legs shook violently against his body, her pussy becoming impossibly tight and the rest of her body freezing up as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Slash held himself back, letting her ride out her high before getting to his own. It was a hard thing to do, but as soon as he felt her body grow limp against his he was moving her legs to the sides of his body and pulling out, wrapping his hand around himself.

"Where?" He asked between moans, watching her pull her hand from her clit and then pulling her shorts to the side, exposing her pussy.

"Coat it with your cum, Slash, please..." She breathed out, watching him release rope after rope of cum on top of her pussy, some of it landing on her clothes.

The warm liquid made its way between her already slick folds, the feeling of it absolutely sinful. Slash watched with hungry eyes as it coated her fluttering entrance, mixing with her own juices and continuing to slide lower and lower.

She reached for his hands and pulled him down for a kiss, humming against his lips as his tongue ventured inside her mouth and rubbed softly against her own.

He reached for the sheet that was thrown on the floor by their side to clean off their bodies, not breaking the kiss, and then rested his body on top of hers, gently cupping the side of her left breast on his hand and just stroking it.

"Stay over again?" She suggested, breaking the kiss for a few seconds.

"Why not?" He smirked, kissing her again.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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You’ve Been Everything (Steve Rogers x OFC!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black

Rating: PG-13 - Cursing & Angst

Word Count: 1,787

Side Characters: Natasha Romanoff and Frank Castle

Synopsis: They haven’t shared a bed in months, the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.

Info: Based off the song If This Is The End by Ryan McMullan. All mistakes are mine and the dividers are from @firefly-graphics ♥️ This was going to be a Drabble but it got away from me and also it was not my intention to use my face claim for Remedy for Orchid, but Ksenia Solo just fit.

Being a vigilante wasn’t easy when in a relationship, it especially wasn’t easy when you were with the one and only Steve Rogers, the former Captain America. Things had been hard for Steve way before the snap had even happened, it was straining their relationship, with him on the run, Orchid back in New York, working alongside the likes of Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and occasionally the Spiderkid who had help and forcing Steve to go into hiding. (Not that Orchid blamed Peter, she had no one to blame really but Tony and Steve. Why couldn’t they be like two normal grown men and work their problems out, hell even go to couples counseling?) When the snap happened Foggy, Karen, Jessica, and Luke disappeared, Hell’s Kitchen needed Frank, Matt and her more than ever, along with Queens when Spiderkid didn’t return, Orchid was running ragged. While Steve was silent and stoic, it unnerved her.

What used to be nights curled up on the couch watching documentaries together, playing board games, and cooking together, turned into Orchid staying out late, walking the streets late into the early mornings, oftentimes sleeping on the couch, taking meals from Frank’s fridge of leftovers. Steve had taken to sleeping over at the compound many times, avoiding going back to the apartment in Brooklyn, any chance to avoid having to speak to his girlfriend. He had let Orchid down one too many times and the longing stares she gave him were just a reminder of it.

It was spring going on 3 years after the snap, Frank noticed the dark circles under Orchid's eyes were getting darker and darker. Sighing he scratched his jaw before clearing his throat earning the dark haired girl's attention.

“If Karen was here I would ask her to have this conversation was here, fuck, even Jessica, but since their not, I’ll do it. I think you need to break up with Nomad or whatever Stephen is going by these days. You can’t keep losing sleep over this relationship because whatever you guys have now is not a relationship. I mean you share more meals with me than you do him, I’ve shared a bed more with you than you have with him just this past year.” Before Frank could continue, Orchid reached out silencing the big guy.

“First off it’s Steve, and secondly I know you're right, it’s just, part of me still loves him. I mean whoever thought me Orchid Black would date a man like Steve? He was just so great at the beginning and even just before the whole Tony debacle. Even while searching for Bucky he made time for us, I made time for him, then when he went on the lamb, he made sure to get letters to me, he was a dream. It’s just fallen apart Frank after he lost Sam and Bucky, and I get it, I really do. I just wish he would let me in, but maybe I have this wall up to and it’s over you know?” Orchid felt the tears building up but she wasn’t going to let them fall, no she was going to be strong. She hadn’t cried since that day when she was at a steak out with Karen and Jessica, for both an article Karen was writing, bad guy she and Jessica were trying to take down, when suddenly her friends turned to ash right before her eyes. When she got back to Frank’s place she found out about Foggy and Luke, she cried.

“Then you know what needs to be done.” Frank sighed, taking a gulp of his freshly poured coffee. Reaching into the pocket of her ripped skinny jeans she pulled her phone out reading the time behind the cracked screen. If she left now, she could beat Steve back to the compound upstate and actually have a talk with him.

“Yeah, yeah I do. Can I borrow your truck to go upstate, to the compound?” Orchid looked up to see the keys to the Chevrolet that she had helped him restore hanging from his pointer. With a promise to return it safely within the next 12 or so hours she turned on heel making her way to say her goodbye.

Friday had just let her drive write on through the gates even though it had been over a year since she had last stepped foot on the compound. Orchid pulled as close as she could get to the front doors so that way she could get away fast, it also looked like it could rain any minute. Keeping her head down as to not bring attention to herself she walked into the building making her way to the Avengers living quarters.

“Hello Miss. Black I have informed Miss. Romanoff of your arrival and she asks you to please join her in the main conference room, she has the sangria.” letting a silent Fuck out from under her breathe, getting off the elevator she cracked her neck and knuckles trying her best to relax. Natasha stood in the doorway down the hall leaning against the door jam, a tiny smirk on her face, her red hair was growing in, mixing in with the white blonde she had gone while on the run, it was doing a nice ombré effect.

“You don’t call, you don’t text back, you don’t write to me, what did you do?” Orchid hugged Natasha as she walked into the conference room, she owed her everything, from her life, to the fact she was even ever with Steve. Blushing Orchid took a seat beside Natasha and crossed her legs in an extravagant leather highback chair, immediately taking a sip of the fruity wine drink, avoiding Natasha’s question.

“Okay, seriously this is unlike you, usually when we get together you have so much to talk about, but lately you have been avoiding me. Come to think of it, both you and Rogers have been avoiding me, him I can understand somewhat, but when I ask him about you he just changes the subject. Talk to me Black.” It was Natasha’s turn to take a drink of her wine, while examining her friend, her ex-protégé of sorts that she and Clint once saved while on a mission. The circles under her eyes were much darker than they once had been, she was thinner than she had been before the snap, not that she had much to lose, she looked to be in a state of permanent melancholy, which wasn’t hard to be in the state earth was in.

“I’m breaking up with Steve.” Natasha stopped mid-sip and looked Orchid in the eyes, the trained assassin almost looked surprised but she was trained so well that if you didn't know her you wouldn't know. “It’s just that as much as I love him that we could have found our way back to each other after the snap.” Orchid placed her glass on the table and pushed her long locks of hair back with her other hand, a nervous tick of hers. Natasha sighed before slugging back the rest of her drink.

“You know you’d think as someone who runs group therapy he would be trying to make things work with you.” Scoffing Natasha leaned back crossing her arms clearly annoyed with her super soldier friend. Orchid just shrugged, and stared out the windows as the rain was starting to come down heavily.

“Well, just because you aren’t with Steve anymore doesn’t mean you can’t come see me or you can’t talk to me anymore. You were mine and Clint’s friend before you ever started dating him, Clint would be upset to see you like this.” the familiar feeling of tears building up came back, but she swore she wouldn’t cry and she won’t. Friday alerted them to Steve arriving back at the compound, Orchid got off the expensive chair so she could meet Steve at the elevator, in hopes of speaking with him in the living room. Natasha grabbed her hand giving it 3 squeezes, Orchid returning the sentiment.

Steve wanted to eat and catch up with Natasha and see if she found out anything new from anyone, then hopefully turn in for the night. Today’s group had been longer than usual, Mark who lost both his wife and daughter in snap, had finally gotten the courage to tell his story, and because he did, Luciell who lost her folks, wife, and son spoke for the first time as well. The meetings by the end of them always had him thinking of Sam, making him wonder what he would say, what he would do for the folks, was he making him proud?

Orchid, she stood right outside the elevator when he got off it. He had not seen her since he had gone home to their shared apartment to get more clothes to bring back to the compound a couple weeks before. Orchid he noticed looked almost gaunt, not like the woman who had captured his attention years ago, the one he loved. Steve stood frozen staring at her, he didn’t notice the duffle at her feet till she slid it over to him.

“At one point in time I would have said you were the one for me and I’d like to think maybe you thought the same, but with all the pain we just didn’t cope all that well. It obviously tore us apart and we have been avoiding this for much too long trying to spare each other’s feelings, look where it’s gotten us.” Orchid’s voice cracked, so much for not crying. “We can’t even be in the same room as each other anymore and that’s not love Steve, so I’m doing you a favor and letting you go. You’ve been everything I could have ever asked for and so much more.” Getting on her tippy toes, Orchid leaned forward kissing Steve on the lips one last time. Not giving him a chance to talk or make a move, she sidestepped around him getting on the elevator letting the tears fall.

Perhaps part of her hoped that Steve would follow but the other part of her was just so relieved to have said goodbye. It was done and over. Upstairs Steve stood frozen eyes shut with a single tear slipping down the side of his face almost in shock. He knew it had been a long time coming but it still had hurt to see her go. An arm to his bicep pulled him from his gloom, a hope hit that it would be her coming back, but when he opened his eyes to Natasha’s green eyes.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Will it though?”

“Yeah.”

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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L’amour De Ma Vie | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

smut requests info wanna be on a Timmy taglist? click here missed part 1? read it here

so I did my Billy Mitman thing. please let me know what you think as the chapters come out, I’m so nervous about it. love you babes xx I’m running out of ideas, please send me requests l m a o

btw I used google translate for the french bits don’t come at me if it’s incorrect. Timmy isn’t here to write the french parts for me :( the translation will be located next to the french, italicized and in quotation marks.

I listened to ‘La Vie En Rose’ by Chloe Moriondo during writing this. is perfectly captures the mood I was going for.

Catch Up! Read Part One Here!

Public relationships are hard to maintain, with all the attention and expectations.

The media and even fans expect the relationship to progress at a certain rate, and when Tim was dating Lily-Rose Depp, everyone was waiting for him to propose. But he wasn’t ready for that. Still isn’t. He wasn’t sure if it’s him that’s not ready or if it was the person. It’s not that Lily had done anything wrong, she didn’t. It was all Tim. Whatever he currently had with you was a huge relief, nobody even knew you existed in his life, not even his parents. Not Armie, not his family, not anybody. Tim wasn’t keeping you a secret because he was ashamed, no it wasn’t that. He needs a secret right now, something just for him and you. Something he could hide away in, and while he didn’t intend on meeting you when he’d gone to the club he can say meeting you was exactly what he needed. Tim did have to do some damage control during interviews when asked about the ‘mysterious girl’ he was seen exiting the club with that night.

Tim always said you were an old friend, he said he hadn’t even seen you since. That it was a huge coincidence that he even ran into you. That’s not true of course, Tim sees you every single day that he can. The days he doesn’t see you, he calls you any chance he can get. Never in his life has he felt so obsessed with somebody, so completely consumed. Sure the sex was great, but talking to you was so much better than any of that. In recent weeks Tim has been avoiding having sex with you, it’s not that he doesn’t want to he does. He just doesn’t want you to think that’s the sole reason he sticks around. Lily took it personally towards the end of their relationship when Tim would turn down sex. He just didn’t feel like it, at least not with her. That’s when he knew he needed to end the relationship.

Sometimes even private relationships are hard to maintain it would seem.

Of course there were a lot of tabloids who didn’t quite buy his “just an old friend” story, and wrote speculative articles as to who you were. The two of you found it quite entertaining to read the theories, and to watch the fans unravel because who the hell are you?? Are you and Tim dating?? No you’re probably just family, oh my gosh but are you just family?? It was hilarious, in a cruel sort of way. Tim worried at first, made sure you weren’t too overwhelmed with all this attention on you even though the paparazzi didn’t even get a picture of your face. When you took him home from the club you had no clue Tim was internationally famous, he feels like maybe he should have told you before you fucked in the nightclub bathroom. You seemed intrigued by his career and the films he’d been in, he found that endearing. When the two of you first started seeing each other more often you’d told him you were going to watch every single movie he’d ever been in. Turns out you’re a woman of your word, because you then proceeded to watch every single movie he had ever starred in. Even briefly.

Tim’s dad was never super inquisitive about his sons dating life, if it was someone Tim really saw a future with then he knew Tim would bring her by sooner or later. However you seemed to be something Tim remained very tight lipped about. Tim almost never mentioned you, and he always changed the subject if his dad questioned him about this mystery women who seems to have captured his sons attention. Tim really doesn’t know why his desire to keep you a complete secret to everyone is so strong, but he feels like he needs to keep you a secret. So when Tim’s phone rang and he saw his fathers contact for the 3rd time today, he grew nervous and nearly declined the call.

“Bonjour fils,” “Hello son.” His father greets cheerfully, but Tim knows better. He knows something is up. “Dad, comment vas-tu?” “Dad, how are you?” Tim wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans as the dark clouds begin to gather together overhead. “I am well, but I do have a question for you.” His accent is thick, but Tim is used to it. It’s not the accent he’s focused on anyway. Tim’s parents become inquisitive only when they know Tim is hiding something important from them which is almost never. The silence on the other end of the phone is unnerving. “La fille, who is she?” Tim falls silent, he’s not entirely surprised this is the question his father needed to ask him right this moment. Tim itches the back of his neck as rain begins to drizzle down, Tim takes this opportunity to abort the call. “Dad? Dad? Sorry I can’t hear you.” Tim says, before faking a bad signal and hanging up. He feels guilty but he’s not ready to answer his dads question.

He was supposed to be walking to your small condo today, but clearly the rain has other plans as Tim stands a porch soaked to the bone.

Normally Tim would drive but his car is too easily recognizable and it’s easier for him to disguise himself when he’s walking. His teeth chatter as his phone rings, he’s not at all surprised when he sees your name pop up on the screen. “Tim where are you? You’re going to get sick out there.” Your voice is thick with concern. It makes the corners of Tim’s mouth quirk up. Checking the closest street sign Tim signs, “still a few blocks away.” He says but is cut off when he hears your keys rattling. Seeing the streets flowing with a few inches of water as the rain begins to downpour, Tim’s voice is a little more worried than he intended when he spoke again. “No it’s way too dangerous for you to drive.” He protests but when he hears your front door shut he knows arguing with you is pointless. Tim slides his phone back into his pocket when he sees a bolt of lightning flash across the sky, luckily it should only take you a few minutes to reach him.

With a flash of your headlights, Tim jogs to the passenger side of your car.

His teeth are chattering hard and his wet hair clings to his forehead. There’s a healthy shade of rosy pink on his cheeks as he shudders when the heat hits him. “If you get sick I’m going to feel so bad for making you walk.” You begin your eyes glancing over at him during the short drive back to your place. Tim reaches over the center console, his ice cold hand finding yours as he squeezes once. “D-Don’t worry ab-bout it. I’ll be f-fine.” His voice is shaky as the shattering interrupts him. You wrap your tiny but warm hand around his as the rain pounds against the windshield. You can barely see. You don’t believe that he’ll be fine, and if he gets sick his director is going to be pissed. You pull into the garage at your house, and rush him inside.

“Clothes off!” You exclaim as the two of you enter your kitchen. Tim raises an eyebrow at you, a playful smile on his face as he reaches for the button of his wet jeans. “Because they’re wet.” You sigh when he waggles his eyebrows at you. He shrugs with a wide grin on his face as you turn to get some of his clothes he’s left here from the laundry room. When you return to the kitchen, you nearly have to squeeze your thighs together at the sight before you. Tim is standing in nothing but his boxers, a towel over his head as he dries his hair. Droplets of water run down his toned chest and along his v lines. His eyes are closed as he pulls the towel away from his tousled damp strands. Tim’s eyes open and he smirks when he sees you, obviously letting your eyes trail down his body. “Can I have my clothes or are you going to stand there and check me out some more?” He teases, loving how your face blooms in a dark crimson blush. You release your vise grip on his clothes and hand them to him, your cheeks blushing even hotter when he sends a wink your way.

You felt arousal rush through your body as you watched Tim yank his shirt over his head.

Tim rolls his eyes playfully after he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and he sees you still gawking at him. He approaches you and presses a quick kiss to your lips before running his hands down your arms. While the two of you aren’t technically together, you do everything a couple does. Tim knows he could ask you and you’d say yes, but even that feels risky. It makes his chest close when he thinks about it, what you two have now is safe. It’s familiar. “Drink and movie?” He asks and you nod with a smile, moving to choose a movie as Tim heads into the kitchen to make drinks. You both feel comfortable getting a little tipsy, it’s obvious he’s going to be spending the night tonight. Even if it wasn’t raining he’d probably spend the night anyway. Tim spends more nights here than he does at his own apartment. You look through the movies, a heaviness in your chest. Why won’t he ask you to be his girlfriend? You know how you feel, you think you know how he feels. The way he acts, it seems like he really likes you.

Holding your movie choice in your hand you skip back down the stairs, seeing that Tim has set up the DVD player and is waiting on the couch.

“Whatcha pick babe?” Tim asks, popping an almond into his mouth as you kneel down to insert the disk. You smile but you don’t say anything as the DVD player reads the disk. The opening screen for ‘Call Me By Your Name’ comes on and you hear Tim groan. “It’s the only one of your movies I haven’t seen yet.” You smile as you snuggle into the couch next to him. Tim’s arm wraps around you as he keeps munching on the almond, watching the opening scene come on. “Yeah but this has sex scenes, you think I enjoy watching myself have fake sex?” Tim asks, discomfort on his face as you laugh. You reach over to take an almond from him, “I know I’ll sure enjoy it.” You smile and you feel his lips press against your head briefly. Your head rests against his chest as you take a sip of the drink he’s decided to make you. “Hm been forever since I had a gin and tonic.” You smile when you feel him squeeze you.

When you see Tim come onto the screen, you can’t help but gush over how cute he is.

“Oh Timmy! You’re so cute.” You squeal, loving how his cheeks tint pink at your complements. Tim only shakes his head at you as you continue to coo at the Tim on the screen, the only way he can get you to stop is to press his lips against yours for a short, sweet kiss. As the movie continues, you can’t stay focused. It’s not the movie, it’s a really good movie and you’re certain it’s become one of your favorites. No it’s not that it’s a bad movie, it’s the stupid adorable boy sitting next to you. You’re tired of the two of you dancing around what you really want to be, you don’t know what he’s still waiting for. Your cheek presses into his chest as you only half watch the movie. You take another big drink of your gin and tonic before resting against Tim again. Almost as though he can read your thoughts Tim pauses the movie and sits up to look at you. “What is it?” He asks, turning to sit in front of you, his legs folded. You blink as innocently as you can, but when you see the look in his eyes you know you can’t beat around the bush any longer.

“I really like you Tim, I want to be with you...it just feels like you don’t want that too.” You admit, your eyes not meeting his as you stare down at the couch. You hear a deep sigh come from Tim before he takes your hands, his thumbs rubbing along the backs of your hands. Tim reaches forward to hook a finger under your chin to bring your eyes up to meet his. He was afraid he’d make you feel this way, he never meant to. He wants you more than you could ever understand. “I want that, more than I could ever put into words. I guess I’m just afraid that if we go there, what we have will change. I don’t want this to change or to become the ‘medias’ relationship rather than our relationship.” Tim says softly, and your eyebrows pinch together.

“What do you mean?” You ask him, your hands curling around his tighter, and you see him nibble on the inside of his cheek. “When I dated Lily, she always wanted us to act a certain way for the camera. Or maybe I just felt like we needed to be different for the medias eyes. It was so much work always having to be careful about what I did with her or said to her because there were eyes on us all the time. What I have with you makes me feel so free, I don’t want that to change. I don’t want us to be poisoned by the media.” Tim says, and you can tell a huge weight has been lifted from his chest by him saying this. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you pull his lips to meet yours.

“That won’t ever happen to us. We’ll be careful about the media, we’ll keep this a secret.” You reassure him as you crawl into his lap. You see the look of fear on his face beginning to melt away as he winds his arms tightly around your waist. Tim’s forehead presses firmly against yours, “so do you really want to do this, with me?” He asks and you know he isn’t joking. He’s being dead serious. You wind your arms around his neck with a smile on your face as you brush your nose against his. “I want to be yours.” You whisper and he smiles before he stands, with your legs wound around his waist. “Then be my girlfriend.” Tim whispers and instead of answering you press your lips firmly against his. He carries you up the stairs, his lips beginning to move more frantically against yours. His hands slide down your back to grab at your ass, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, his hands immediately sliding up to hook into your sleep shorts you have on. Tim’s lips pepper kisses along your collarbones and neck. Your back arches into him as you card your fingers through his damp hair, still mostly wet from the rain. Tim pulls your shorts down your legs slowly and groans softly when he sees you’re not wearing panties. He kisses his way down to the swells of your breasts. You start to lean up to remove your tank top but Tim reaches up and grabs your shirt between his hands before yanking, splitting the fabric in half. You moan as he does so, immediately pulling his head down to your chest. Tim chuckles against your skin as you arch against him, whining as his right hand slides between your bodies to toy with your clit. “God Tim,” You moan, your voice broken as you wriggle your hips against his hand. Tim’s lips latch to your nipple as he slides 2 fingers into your wet opening.

You spread your thighs wider for him as his teeth gently sink into your nipple causing you to cry out. Tim begins to quickly pump his fingers into you while whispering dirty words into the skin of your breasts. “Gonna cum all over my fingers baby?” His voice is husky and you can’t offer more than a frantic nod as he scissors his fingers open to stretch you. “Fuck Tim!” You cry out, your fingers curling around your bed sheets as he crawls down your body to latch his lips to your clit. He sucks your clit into his mouth to flick it with his tongue and as he does so you explode around his fingers but he doesn’t stop. Your eyes roll back as he continues to pleasure you, the overstimulation becoming too much. As you feel your orgasm approaching a second time Tim bites gently at your clit and it’s like a switch flips inside you, and you squirt all over him.

Your chest is heaving as Tim pulls away, quite literally covered in your cum. You blush hard as he wipes his face, his pupils dilated as he gazes down at you with a lustful smile. “Fuck baby you’ve never squirted before, you’re so sexy.” Tim growls as he leans down to press his lips against yours again, to try and kiss away your embarrassment. You feel the head of his cock nudging against your entrance and you immediately part your thighs wider to make room for him between your legs. “Mine?” Tim asks, his eyes soft as one of his hands reaches up to brush hair away from your face. “Yours.” You confirm, nuzzling your nose against his as he slowly pushes into you. With one languid thrust Tim slides all the way inside you, and you both gasp in pleasure. You press a hand to his hip to hold him deep inside you. Tim’s forehead presses against yours as he sits still inside you, “L’amour de ma vie.” He mutters, his French rolling smoothly off his lips. You smile as you press your lips to his, even though you don’t know what it means you’re sure it means something beautiful.

Tim pulls his hips back and gently slides back into you, and you see starts when he hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Tim continues to slide sensually and gently into you before drawing his hips back and driving into you softly again. Your forehead stays pressed against his as both of you pant into each others mouths as you feel your high coming up on you again. “I’m gonna cum baby,” You cry out softly as you grab and claw at his shoulders. Tim continues his slow and steady pace, his lips finding the skin of your neck. With a few more swift thrusts into you, you come undone around his cock. Feeling you squeeze him Timothee groans, cumming inside you in gentle spurts.

Tim pulls out of you with a wince before rolling onto his back beside you. “What did it mean?” You ask as you turn your head to look at him. A cheeky smile crosses onto his face as he presses a kiss to your lips. “Maybe learn some French and you’ll know.” He teases and you roll your eyes as you hop up from the bed. Tim smiles as he pushes off the bed, “come on! We still haven’t finished the movie!” Your excited little voice calls from downstairs and Tim smiles while shaking his head. He doesn’t even bother to put his clothes on, you didn’t.

You really are the love of his life.

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seo--jun · 3 years

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heyo heyo it’s kat back again with a new muse !! this is sam and he’s posh as hell !! read more below the cut !! my discord is kat#1056 if anyone would like to plot there !!

━♡ guess the 26 YEAR OLD NOVEMBER baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because WEON “SAM” SEOJUN is just as BRILLIANT as the month of NOVEMBER. wait, why do they remind me of KIM NAMJOON? beyond that, they seemed OUTGOING & INTROSPECTIVE upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DISTANT & SPACY though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX #4 / APARTMENT #6 / FLOOR #4 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as A FOOD CRITIC. ( kat, 20+, she/her, est. )

basic info !

name: seojun “sam” weon age: 26 pronouns: he / him birthdate / sign: november 26th 1994, sagittarius (idk whats with me and sags i just love to write them) occupation: food critic, photographer (mostly related to food for articles, ect, but as a hobby also does nature photography and candids of friends and family)

background !

sam was born in seoul, south korea to a family of prestige and occasional notoriety. he’s the only child to a successful lawyer (mom) and a renowned art critic (dad). growing up his parents jobs had the family moving around pretty often and sam ended up living in the states for a lot of his childhood (thus the english nickname). he always had a knack for cooking and, admittedly, some of the finer things in life. he liked nice clothes and furniture, he liked clean floors and chandeliers, he loved good food and fancy restaurants, but never to the point where it was gaudy, always more appreciative than show-offy.

he isn’t judgmental. at least, he doesn’t think so. he’s been privileged his whole life and he knows it, doesn’t take it for granted or think less of people in different situations then himself. he knows his career was largely influenced and amplified by his parents success, his ability to make money and do what he loves only an option because of the support he was given. he's thankful for what he has, but he also experienced a lot of distance from his parents due to their careers and never had many lasting relationships due to not have siblings and moving around as much as he had.

he was always an exemplary student, though he struggles to take full credit for it given the tutors and teachers he had being some of the “best.” failure, he supposed, was never really an option. he had freedom, though. cross country trips by himself became an option at the age of sixteen and experimentation in careers, life, and style became something he loved, something he relied on. he’s well-traveled, friendly, and also inexplicably.. lonely. he fills his life with work and travel and new people to avoid being solitary, nothing more shaking than sitting in an empty apartment with no one to talk to, the only savior the sound of the television playing to an vacant couch in the other room to avoid the empty side of his bed but... anyways.

so how exactly had he ended up in dallyeog? well, it’s sort of a funny story, really. he had a lease somewhere else (perhaps somewhere of similar intrigue… perhaps somewhere much, much nicer) ready for when he came home from a stint in california but when he arrived it seemed there were some problems with the paperwork and... long story short he had nowhere to live. after some quick last-minute searching he found that dallyeog was one of the only complexes that had an open availability for more or less an instant move in. and now he has a year and a half lease. so. that’s that.

wanted connections !

connection: not a life coach but i’ll coach you in life TAKEN

aesthetic: empty packets of ramen / smudged eyeliner / colorful clothes patterns / raucous laughter / painted fingernails / big sweatshirts / long hugs / walks around the city / late night phone calls / special ringtones / crying on a train / fighting over the bill / holding someone’s face in your hands

in depth: they weren’t meant to be best friends, not quite like this. they met in the apartment building and your muse was at some sort of rock bottom, maybe sam ran into them crying in the stairwell late at night, maybe they locked themselves out of their apartment -- whatever it was, he offered to help and since then, well... he just kept helping. it’s not pity and it’s not a savior complex, he knows your muse could survive without him, but he likes spending time with them and they want to be helped. whether it’s life advice, fashion advice, cooking help, or any other variant -- sam has their back. similarly, sometimes its good to be reminded to let go a little, embrace mess and chaos and just accept life as it is; not everything can be helped, not everything is avoidable. a classic case of opposites attract.

connection: pretty handsome awkward

aesthetic: flushed cheeks / drunken laughter / holding hands / bar stools / leaning towards someone when you talk / messy hair / heavy jackets / over-the-shoulder and around-the-waist hugs / talking til late at night / strategic ‘good morning’ texts

in depth: they met at a bar and hit it off. it was a classic meet cute, he was out by himself stressing over some emails he has to deal with and your muse happened to be seated nearby. your muse broke the ice and then hours later he looked at his watch, surprised. it was late. really late, like the-bar-was-about-to-close-on-a-friday late. he offered to walk your muse home and very quickly realized that was also HIS way home and, well, you’re neighbors!! surprise!! now it seems you have an ongoing flirtationship that exists over beers and in a jacket slung over your muses shoulders that has yet to go anywhere serious.

connection: that ‘struggling artist’ type of love

aesthetic: paint splatters on a white wall / torn-up sneakers / sticking your head out of a sunroof / throwing stones at closed windows / banging on a bedroom door at two am / sticky notes on a bathroom mirror / ‘this reminded me of you’ / glitter stuck in the carpet / abandoned canvas’ / a wall of photographs

in depth: your muse is unlike anyone he’s ever met before, and that’s saying something. this works best with an eccentric muse, an artist, a free spirit. your muse is, well, HIS muse. he has a roll of candids he’s taken of them on his camera while they hung out, sprawled over a couch or wandering the streets of the city. they don’t worry about the future, they live in the present and it’s foreign to him, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame. sam doesn’t consider himself an artist, not creative even in cooking or photography, but they make him feel -- unique.

connection: the ghost haunting my halls

aesthetic: late nights / darkened hallways / slow, quiet footsteps / lit cigarettes / stargazing / losing track of time / wearily catching each other’s eye / sweatpants and slippers / disheveled hair from tossing and turning / sleeplessness / old cartoon reruns

in depth: you run into each other in the hallways more often than not. it’s a constant struggle to fall and stay asleep, singularly he’s sometimes found wandering the halls or going for walks until the early morning. somehow your muse always seems to be awake. sometimes they go for walks together, or they hang out in one another’s apartments, watching old reruns and eating whatever’s left in the fridge. it’s strange, really, how you never seem to hang out outside of these nights, but it happened organically, and it’s nice to feel a little less lonely when the sun breaks the horizon.

( note: all of these are open to any gender identity !! these are the main ones i have for now but i will be making a full plots page and adding more soon !! in the meantime feel free to message me to brainstorm if you have any other ideas you wanna explore !! )

#dallyeog:intro #intro #hello everyone !!#i hope u like him !!! dm me for ploottts

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cinemaocd · 5 years

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Victorian undergarments: a guide for Terror fans

AKA the truth about men’s corsets, leather gear, garters, over the knee stockings, drop front versus front fly trousers and More Terror Shit Shirt Posting

My hot mess of a shirt post continues to get notes. I continue to get lovely asks and pms, so I’m going to bring you more shirt information as well as more info about other articles of historic clothing worn in the Terror. My hope is that this will be useful for fic writers and artists as well as giving fans a deep dive into one of my favorite obsessions: historical dress.

The style of shirt that Francis wears was an all purpose undergarment. It was almost always white, or unbleached linen (though cotton was used for shirts at that point in the 19th century). It was cut with a very full sleeve (up to twenty inches) to allow ease of movement and long tails which were tucked under the groin to form a protective layer between the body and trousers. The shirt was not a button down as we know it, but had a pullover V-neck with two buttons at the throat as on this extant example:

One of the things that interesting about this shirt was how little it changed over the years. This cut of shirt had a 150+ year reign. It was a practical design that provided a washable layer next to the body. The generous sleeve allowed for a variety of clothing to be worn with it. It had the downside of requiring a lot of fabric (more than 3 yards of linen for each shirt) and as such patterns could be a complex patchwork of sewn together squares that helped avoid waste.

By the 1840s men’s shirts were changing. The front was often decorated with pintucking, the fabric was lighter weight cotton, rather than linen, but the full sleeves and long tails were still in evidence.

Those would gradually be lost over the next decades as the popularity of knitted drawers, union suits and other types of underwear came into being and as sewing machines made mass production of shirts possible.

But obviously our Francis cares nothing for these modern shirts and wears his old favorite that he has owned forever, possibly made by a family member, as was common in the period especially for officers in the military. Mind you, it doesn’t really matter most of the time that his shirt is very old as it was never meant to be seen. One of the worst costume fantasies that has been perpetrated in so many period films is the gentleman walking around in his shirt. At least Andrew Davies Mr. Darcy had the good sense to be embarrassed to be caught in his shirt. Joe Wright’s Darcy actually goes a courtin half dressed...but I digress. We only see Crozier in his shirt sleeves after they’ve left the ship, have been hauling for a few days and during the mutiny. I like to think that Crozier realizes that wearing his old shirt will help the men identify with him more.

If you were an officer in the military you would be provided with a steward or valet to assist in your dressing. This man would also help to keep your uniform clean and and in good repair. (Honestly one of the best relationships in all of fiction is the one between Captain Jack Aubrey and his steward, Killick, who lives in a state of constant paranoia about Aubrey’s uniforms.) An officer would have several shirts so that they could have a clean one at all times and they would probably keep a best one for dress. (Maybe Francis has a cotton shirt with pintucking, folded away in a trunk somewhere, guarded feverishly by Jopson) The sailors who had no access to regular laundry would have a few as well, though they might be made of cheaper, rougher cloth, with ticking or striped patterns on them, like the one Hickey wears during his trail.

Again, Francis appearing hauling alongside the men in his shirt is his way of signaling to them that he is one of them. Mr. Goodsir, also appears in his shirtsleeves after the mutiny, a sign that his civilized veneer is scraped away along with his outer uniform.

Drops and drawers

Well into the 19th century both men and women had no such thing as drawers, pants, underpants, knickers etc. as a rule. For men, the long shirt tails were tucked under the groin, front and back and created a little, er..nest for their equipage. For women, the shift, just a long shirt really, provided a layer of protection between menstrual blood and valuable gowns and stays, as well as protecting less washable layers from sweat and grime.

But for the men of the Terror, there was layer of knitted wool underwear, that may have been either two pieces or one suit, with buttons running the length of the body. There are very few examples of these garments, but we do know they existed thanks to the Maritime Museum saving Lord Nelson’s stuff.:

Interesting that this shirt has the long tails for tucking. But by the time of Franklin expedition, knitted long drawers would have been available as well. The full long underwear suit wasn’t patented until the 1860s in America (where it’s use by soldiers in the Civil War earned it the moniker “union suit.”) However that doesn’t mean some kind of full suit of long underwear wasn’t available in England at the time of the expedition. My guess is that Francis has a separate shirt, the top of which is visible during the crisis over Mr. Morfin, and woolen or cotton “drawers” which he mentions to Jopson on the morning after Morfin’s death like these from 1840s made by John Smedley:

Hickey is shown in his underwear after Irving’s murder and then after the mutiny he adopts it as a sort of uniform (complete with stolen boots and great coat) of the new regime. It’s such a wonderful little detail that this BASE creature is wearing only a BASE layer.

Garters, Stockings, Corsets and other Kinkwear from Military history

Men’s and women’s stocking differed very little in the 19th century. Over the knee stockings of embroidered silk would have been kept for dress, but every day socks of cotton and wool with embroidery near the top or “clocking” (because the pattern was often of a clock) were worn by all.

Lord Nelson’s stockings had a crown insignia instead of a clock, which I just think is neat. (His undershirt has the same insignia at the neck...whether it was Emma Hamilton or Lady Nelson doing this embroidery, we’ll leave to Terrence Rattigan to decide...)

Officers would have had dress socks that were held up by sock garters (elastic garters for men and women were patented in the 1820s.) Given that their shirt tails were cut to mid thigh and their socks were over the knee, it’s fairly plausible that they used a double ended garter which clipped at one end to the shirt tail and the other to the top of the stocking. If all of this is sounding like some of the racier James Fitzjames fanart that is not my fault. Blame history!

Speaking of which, did you know that men sometimes wore corsets to make their uniforms fit better? This 1830s Royal Marines uniform at the Maritime Museum is specified to have required a corset for proper fit. Sadly the corset didn’t survive! (If anyone wants to draw Tozier, Pilkington or Hedges in a corset, I would very much like to see that.)

As if all of that weren’t kinky enough, there is this leather and rope jock strap, which was attached to a corset, also from the very naughty nautical museum in slutty, slutty Greenwich. The less said about the white crust on the jock strap the better.

Waistcoat Discourse

Well this will probably be a bit pedestrian after that section, but I think it’s worth talking about waistcoats as well. In the flashback scenes Francis wears a fancy silk waistcoat that has the same cut as the other wool one he wears.

Again this is Francis’ practical nature. Navy uniform patterns were sent out in 1843 with changes to the uniform, including a different waistcoat, so he’s having his man make the waistcoat off the same pattern, saving him money. An interesting footnote was that the Lieutenants uniform in 1843 had a bunch of additional gold braiding and there were many complaints to the admiralty about the cost of these additions. There was also a thriving second hand market in used uniform jackets.

Fitzjames has a white waistcoat cut from the same pattern.

Which is based off of the portrait of real life Fitzjames.

Wool flannel would have been the fabric of choice for arctic explorers. It’s a nice little detail, that The Real Mr. Hickey had a plaid flannel waistcoat in the flashback scene:

That striped shirt looks familiar! I wonder if the imposter Hickey took his clothes after he dabbed him?!

And finally: STOCKS

In the 18th and 19th centuries men went so far as to cover the collar of the shirt with a stock (think of it as a cumberbund for the neck) so that their collar wasn’t peaking out from their tie. It also helped to make for the appearance of a long, graceful neck. I mean scroll back up and check out the giraffe neck on historical JFJ. Stocks have generally fallen into the vast pit of forgotten fashion and it’s the rare historical costume nerd that even knows what they are, yet for almost 200 years they were considered essential kit for men. Officers in the military HAD to wear a stock as part of their uniform, and it was often uncomfortable (the base of the stock was made of leather, horsehair or WOOD) and covered with fabric. It buckled in the back, requiring a servant to help put it on. Here is a 1845 silk and leather stock from the Maritime Museum:

Though it isn’t exactly undergear, trouser fronts were in flux during this period. Here is the 1843 uniform with the fall front trouser opening. But in the world outside the navy, fly front trousers are starting to pop up around 1840ish.You are welcome to my JFJ has newfangled fly front trousers head canon...

#the terror #fashion history #corsets #leather gear #stockings and garters #waistcoats #stocks #18th century #19th century #Jared Harris #Tobias Menzies #Naval History #Age of Sail #the franklin expedition #Adam Nagatis #Cornelius Hickey

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kcllans · 4 years

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( dylan minnette, cis male, he/him ) have you heard about KELLAN RICCI? they’re a 21 year old INTERN in the NEWS team. i don’t know what their last job was, all i know is that they’re originally from BOSTON, MA. carol in hr said that they’re kinda IMPULSIVE and SARCASTIC but jessica in marketing insists that they are HONEST and DILIGENT. at the end of the day, no one is worthy of the instant hype here. i just hope they get to achieve their dream of being A JOURNALIST one day. According to the latest Vibez quiz, their Disney soulmate is PRINCE ERIC.

heyyyyy nicole again and this is kellan!! (this is a sideblog to brady so kellan will not follow u back, don’t take it personally xoxoxo). his STATS PAGE with lots more stuff is here.

again, im unfortunately not really here here for opening, so i might not see tumblr messages immediately. you can add me on discord ( john ambrose mcclaren#1627 ) and hmu there to plot and everything!! or ill get back to u here later. i put some very basic connections ideas at the bottom of brady’s intro that apply to kellan too but id love to just plot based on our muses specifically! so yay ok here we go:

background

kellan is the oldest of three children, born to nico and vanessa ricci in boston, MA. nico is a nurse and vanessa is a veterinarian, so they both work a lot and have since kellan was young. it’s not a big deal, though; they’re good parents and do a lot for kellan and his 2 younger sisters.

all around the riccis are a pretty typical family. growing up, his parents always made sure to have Family Time™ when they weren’t working and the five of them could all be together. they’re really open and kellan always knew that he could tell them stuff if he needed to. but you know, as far as being a kid goes, he never had much he wanted to tell. they trusted him, though, and it’s not like they were home often enough to see what he was doing anyway.

as for his 2 younger sisters — one is close in age to him (this is a wanted connection so check that out !!). they grew up as very normal siblings, close one minute and hating each other the next, but now that they’re older, ofc kellan loves her and definitely feels closer to her than to his parents. then there’s their 14-year-old sister (obvs npc). kellan of course has the inherent desire to protect and be there for both of his sisters at all times.

when he reached a certain age, kellan thinks he probably just...got bored. so he started to act out a little. not much at first, just skipping a class here and there or going out way too late with his friends, but it escalated a bit as time went on. by the time kellan was in high school, he was def a bit of a delinquent. he and his friends would shoplift just for fun, or fuck with people purely for entertainment. he’s mostly grown out of that (especially after a certain incident in college where kellan very narrowly avoided legal trouble), but he still likes to cause a lil trouble. get a lil crazy. be a lil silly. maybe he still likes to light stuff on fire, idk, ask him not me.

fun facts and info!!

contrary to the fact that he is Dumb, he has always loved reading and writing. he has plans of becoming a journalist so he’s also working a lot on photography (to get good shots for articles), and often has a camera around his neck to practice that.

he initially started as an intern in the entertainment team, but he didn’t end up moving up in that department, so he transferred over to the news team and is interning all over again. a lil salty abt that, don’t txt.

he kind of gives off sk8r boi vibes, but he absolutely does not know how to skate. he owns a skateboard though. and sometimes he’ll carry it and never ride it. mind ya business.

his hair is absolutely always dyed fun colors (thank you dylan minnette for ur service), so it’ll probably fall out before he turns 30. currently it’s blue!

he is wildly bisexual. very much happy and open about that.

he’s def very ~in touch with his feelings~ so he and his homies say real men cry and that’s that on that.

he’s super romantic, but it all depends on the other person. he’ll do a lot to make someone he loves smile but won’t go all out if that isn’t their jam ya know? he’s good at reading people (and also just straight up asking, and that’s on healthy communication).

he knows when to tone things down and keep certain things private, but for the most part he really enjoys saying his piece/just being heard. so the journalism thing makes sense, really. like, listen to ME specifically talk about this thing. but of course that mindset has and will likely continue to get him into some shit lol. being too showy can get u in trouble. keep ya MOUTH shut, ricci.

omg beep beep ricci

i can’t think of toooo much else to add right now? i believe that is the essence of him and as i figure out more i will speak on it.

some aesthetics i think of for him (while i work on his pinterest board): worn out converse, laying on the roof at midnight staring at the stars, dogs wearing sunglasses, asking for nudes via nintendo DS pictochat, one of those spinning colorful disco ball lights.

#vibez:intros

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unikornu · 4 years

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So what kind of crime was Lucy into? Sounds like it was some big time stuff and not just petty thievery

I actually wrote pre-war diary of sort for that which you can find in my masterlist pinned at the top of my blog (if you will prefer direct link i can provide any time) but i will write a shorter version of it with what’s up to date:

Initially Lucy was working at the court as a lawyer but at her times this institution got corrupted to a level at which police was faking the evidence to get rid of people who done crimes before, yes but at current time were clean. They were afraid their corruption and hunger for power would see the day light so they wanted to get rid of gangs one way or another. Lucy defended one of the man who claimed he saw evidence being planted at crime scenes for that purpose for which court sent a mobsters on her to torture her and teach a lesson. Because of that she has a leech phobia because well...they said her mouth needed some cleaning in the name of “justice” of sort. And i read some article bout leeches so she would also cough up and swallow blood for quite a while, anyway it was tough and violent experience for her. Gross but ye, i don’t avoid ugly topics.

After that a man who she defended found her and pointed her to a man called Harrison who was brother of a crime boss that time and retired policeman, working for the crime part aswell but hidden as an private agency for searching and investigating the crime scenes. She was mostly gathering data while working undercover at luxury strip club and later on was murdering people from Harrison order and other tasks of this kind, which was involving his own private plans *cant spoil more yet. He takes care of Lucy and trains her in that field but also secretly turns her brain around to be more efficient by drugging her secretly with calmex pills and using some psychology with mixed care and some tough father love. From that point she falls into the crime life as the justice system let her down and she embraced it including her true nature of being actually a bit psychotic. In current fallout times Harrison is the shadow that haunts her from time to time. I will stop here i think and if you have any more questions don’t hesitate to ask.

Its not very detailed but covers some basic info but if you feel like wanting some more info about that part you can have a look at her pre-war diary,

Thank you for the ask and cheers!

#fallout 4 #fo4 #ask #lucy feit #pre-war memories #the-cooler-dracula #sorry i didnt put more but because i already wrote stuff about it i feel like its better to direct you there #thank you for ask!

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fulisha-of-light · 4 years

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Thoughts on MagiReco Chapter 10 Episode 3

I feel like bringing some things up that are interesting:

It’s fascinating to me that there are in fact normies that have witnessed and written about magical girls, and I’m glad the writers made them a male to make the difference more distinct (we already have a policewoman in Kazumi that knows.) Though I am concerned with why Touka’s uncle disappeared; did he fall victim to a Witch during his research? Did he get killed for making such radical theories? Did a magical girl do him in? I wanna know! The anime better include him!

What even kind of tech does Touka have that’d let her even attempt to hack Kyubey’s mind? Is this why her uncle disappeared? Because he gained insight on Incubator tech and inner workings, then an experiment made him disappear?

Also wanna point out that I thought Kyubey’s body was destroyed here and he simply talking to Touka through telepathy, but no, he’s just outside creeping by the window lol

Well Kyubey can’t say no if you really wanna wish for it. Even with Madoka’s circumstances he mentioned it breaks natural law and yet granted it anyway. While she had enough karma to make it happen, Kyubey would probably still grant it without that special karma, just that the rebound would’ve hit pretty hard.

Isabeau says hi. Though she wished to have what Kyubey possessed rather than steal it from him.

2 interesting points, especially the last one. Kyubey can’t see into the future, BUT he can see which girls possess karmic destiny. Which relates to their futures in the way I understand it.

So what makes up Kyubey is the power to convert, harvest and manifest energy/magic. Without that, it’s just a cute alien creature.

I’m starting to think that theory about Kyubey’s body is just a form to deceive others into trusting him is true at this point, if we assume that Kyubey actually exists as a body-less entity made up of formless energy/magic, especially since Touka tried to hack him via her tech and she mentions that Witches/Familiars/Labyrinths exist on a wavelength of light and sound. Makes him all the more terrifying, I love it.

I’m trying to gather info on Witches for a full article for the wiki, and this further confirms what Kyubey says about Isabeau in Tart Magica. The Witch transformation can only happen to other lifeforms and not Incubators, meaning that anything that has a soul and emotion can potentially become a Witch. Which probably means that even normal humans without the magical girl potential regardless of gender can become one if they gained a soul gem and despaired. Just me theorizing though.

Unfortunate that Isabeau couldn’t avoid this fate since she was still human and had a soul and emotions in spite of her Incubator powers.

Technically Ui lived on in Little Kyubey’s body and was still alive, I wouldn’t say she was erased exactly. But I suppose that it works like this: the massive impurities and karma she accumulated divided by zero the second her soul disappeared from her body and thus erased her as a consequence since the logic is probably, “This is Ui’s karma, but if Ui doesn’t exist here (body) then I guess that means a Ui never existed in the first place.” But the karma still exists and takes on the form of Ui’s Witch regardless since it wasn’t destroyed along with her, just accumulated as a mindless mass.

And apparently if a Witch’s body is still intact but its soul is destroyed it just rots, much like Sayaka’s in Portable when she lost her soul gem.

These are just my thoughts I needed to get out, but it was fun to pour over the logic here. Probably a good thing that this part’s battles didn’t crash on me like the last ones, which put me in a good enough mood to read and take in the story without worrying about my phone melting.

#magia record #magireco

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revenantghost · 11 months

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Okay, I found more info on the article where it says that Vash stays away from people so he doesn’t fall in love, and some highlights (translated by Google)

The discussion about the typhoon's non-killing and anti-killing is actually not aesthetic. At first, I just thought it would be very interesting for the main character, who is obviously a strong shooter, to solve problems with a gun instead of a gun, But sure enough, when it comes to the issue of life and death, it will become heavy, and as a result, it has been confronted with the story. At the end of the confrontation, I came to a conclusion that people can hurt each other because they don't understand each other. If they understand each other, the weight of life will become completely different. The typhoon has lived on this planet for so long, and through the interaction with people, everyone's life is engraved in their hearts. In the end, the fact that human beings recognize, communicate and connect with each other will become a force to restrain violence, which is also the meaning of the word "family" (inside the body) in TRIGUN.

The setting that the pastor's appearance does not match his actual age was decided on the way. I felt it after reading the pastor's side comics, but this setting is still great, especially when I think back to the pastor's childish behavior in the early days, like deliberately taking chili sauce. If you pour it on the wound of the bad guy, you will feel like he is a big boy XD

The typhoon in the ending seems to have completely black hair, but there is still a little golden part, so he will not die immediately at the end of the time.

Typhoon finally made friends after living 150 years, will there be lovers in the future? Mr. Naito's answer is that the typhoon has been avoiding this matter because the time axis (PLANT and human) is too different. The person who wants to fall in love with him must be quite big.

#Trigun #Trimax #Trigun Maximum #QUITE BIG YOU SAY??????#God for Vash to say he wants to spend all of his tomorrows with Wolfwood #When that's his biggest hangup #Brb gotta cry #ALSO THE FACT THAT HE WON'T DIE 'IMMEDIATELY'#BUT HE'S DYING MAN #CRYING AND SCREAMING

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Bittersweet Events Pt 8 🗡

Summary: Hero Killer Stain is adjusting to single parent life after losing his girlfriend Suki when their daughter Shifuku was born. He is a now retired villain doing his best to raise is daughter.

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Shifuku Bio

Age. 5

Hair. Blond

Eyes.black

Likes. Dragging her father to the park and watching Hero shows and teasing Spinner.

Quirk. Petrify.

She can make someone pass out for a few minutes depending in their bloodtype if she tastes their blood. Her gaze can make youre eyes bleed and youre body shut down.

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After encountering Deku and his daughter Ura at the park Stain had asked Shifuku if she wanted to go to real school and not be home schooled anymore. Of course she wanted to go to real school and be around kids her age. She was usually always around her dad and whenever Spinner came by to help out with babysitting.

Stain was worried about her quirk though, he knew Shifuku did not like it and was trying to over come that. But he watched her make sure her mask was on when Ura came over to her. She was scared of it falling off. It was his original mask after all. It was too big and ontop of that it was dirty with blood and what not. But she refused to give it up for a pretty one. He should probably practice what to do if the mask ever did come off.

Stain was so lost in his thoughts he didint notice Shifuku wandered to the play area to sit and look at the night sky that was taking over the sunset. The breeze brought Stain back to reality and he looked all around really fast before seeing her sitting on the playscape. He put his hand over his rapid heartbeat going over to her. The Pros never scared him, not once. But not knowing where is daughter is? A nightmare.

“Ready to go home?” He asked her rubbing his tired face. Between trying to help Shifuku and shopping and dealing with Deku , he was exhausted.

“Papa?”

“Yes my little gaze killer.”

“Is it.. really okay if .. i wanna be a Hero..”

Stain was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second. A Hero. Of course his daughter did not want to be a villain. She had no reason to want to be one and she loved all the Hero shows on tv.

“Tell me why you want to be a Hero Shifuku.” He climbed up onto the play scape sitting next to her hunched over with his legs hanging off in front of him.

“Well.. they help people and.. “

“Do you want to help people?”

Shifuku felt around for her mask and fiddled her hands around nervously. “I wanna.. help kids with quirks like mine. Show them its not scary”

Stain wrapped a arm around her pulling her close smiling up at the sky. Oh Suki, shes just like you .

“Just like youre mother. She wanted to know everything about my quirk. Not once was she scared of it.”

Shifuku held onto her fathers side tightly. “She would have liked mine?”

“Shifuku she would be over the moon about it, she was more worried about you being quirkless anyway”

“So its really okay Papa?”

Stain took in a deep breath exhailing slowly. “Yes Shifuku. Tomorrow ill see about school.. and what you gotta do to get into... UA... now”

Shifuku jumped up tackling her father to the ground hugging him tight. “Thank you papa!!!”

“Oof ! Jesus!!” He fell back hard holding Shifuku close squeezing her. “Youre welcome.. Shifuku, now can we please go home..”

Shifuku agreed but did not get up, Stain heard her giggling and rolled his eyes smiling. He got up holding her close to his chest and jumped off the playscape finally going home.

Shifuku had her own room now, it was a little storage room Suki used for her journalism but she loved it. She would not let Stain take the newspapers out though. They had Suki’s articles in them and Shifuku liked having them close. She had a pink blanket on her bed with blue flowers on it. When she asked for a plush of her father he had to explain to her that he did not exactly have merch. She was upset and Spinner ended up making a poorly knit plush for her. It only had one black button eye and it looked like a rag doll with a mask on . Her walls had Hero posters Stain had to steal for her . He did not mind the posters so much though. Shifuku had a pile of articles that were about her father that she kept next to her bed. They were Suki’s obviously . Shifuku refused to give them up and Stain just gave in letting her have them. She had some books and a tiny dresser as well.

When Stain got home Shifuku was already asleep. He laid her down in her bed and slowly turned going to his room . He fell ok the bed with a heavy groan. “What am i gonna do Suki...?” He asked himself this over and over untill he fell asleep.

In tne morning Stain got up early to get ready .. for his day. He was greeted by Spinner who was in his living room watching tv. He blinked waving and Stain explained the situation to him.

“So i need to .. talk to Deku about Hero stuff, after that ill be back i think.”

Spinner looked around then at Stain. “Never thought id hear you say that”

Stain rolled his eyes going to the door. “Dont remind me”

“Do you really think she can be a Hero?”

He looked back at Spinner making him shudder. “Yes. I do. Shifuku can be whatever she wants”

He left soon after and made his way down to the main entrance . “She can be whatever she wants. Ill kill anyone who tells her she cant br a Hero..” Stain nudged the doors open and made his way down the sidewalk. He shoved his hands in his pockets fiddling with the knives as he walked down the street.

Most people who saw him would avoid walking near him, some even crossed the street. He just rolled his eyes paying no mind. Every single Pro he passed stopped him though.

“Im just looking for Deku, i need information about quirk schools.”

“Why?

“Why would i tell you where he is?”

“Deku is a father now he does not need to be mixed up with you”

“Retired huh? I dont believe it”

“Why do you need info on quirk schools? Who would want to have a child with you?”

Was what they told him or said to him. It irritated him to no end. Made him angry. He gripped the knives in his pockets walking past these ‘Heroes’ not saying anything. Not only was he worried about Shifuku, he was worried about how his life could mess up her future..

Finally, after walking around for what seemed like forever. He found Deku patrolling in the park. Stain crossed the street walking up to him , the Hero jumped and slowly raised his hand to wave.

“H-hey Stain..”

“Chizome.”

“ oh ! Uh.. okay. Chizome”

“This is hard enough for me but its about Shifuku”

“Youre daughter? Whats wrong?”

“She wants to be a Hero like you, and i have no info on quirk schools. I ne-ee-ed youre .. help”

Deku blinked a few times, he looked around the area then back at Stain. Hero Killer Stain.. asking him about quirk schools for his daughter.

“Uh.. sure i-“

“Do you think she can be a Hero , her quirk is just like mine except you could pass out if she taste youre blood. And her gaze can make youre eyes bleed.”

Deku thought on it for awhile. It was an interesting quirk to him..could she?

“Chizome, anyone can be a Hero if they put the work in. Her quirk is interesting but that does not mean its bad. With the right teachers she can get a good grip on it, i can show you where Ura goes if you want to get the paperwork”

“Fine..”

“Okay! So uh just follow me?”

Stain followed Deku to the sidewalk.

“Deku..”

“ uh ! Yes?!?”

“Thank you.. for helping me.”

“Oh! Sure! Uh.. i am curious about how this.. all happened though.”

“Ill tell you if you stop talking..”

Deku and Stain walked side by side and Stain explained everything to him while on their walk.

#papachizome #hero killer stain #chizome akaguro #stain #my hero academia #my hero academia fan fiction

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sveasauvageon · 4 years

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Ce qu'il a donné Un an, deux ans, cent ans de bonheur Puis la vie te cueille comme une fleur || GW

☾♔; March 5, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: Котик by Alexander Rybak ☾♔; comedian otd: JOHN OLIVER ☾♔; GW To do list ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc ☾♔; mod(s): @themadmonarchist @maybones et moi

Title: lyrics from "Requiem" by Alma

--featured not-mine oc's - Eloise Avery | @themadmonarchist - Minah Delacroix | @maybones (see what I did there with the Serena and Blair positioning? -eyebrow wriggle thing-)

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Updated GW to-do list: - Division of labour (we should really start saying when one of us starts working on something because otherwise we'll end up with redundancies since we think disturbingly alike) - the "chuck" problem: okay, tbh, it's more of an Ed Westwick problem than a chuck one. I don't know how you guys have reacted to the me too and time's up movements, but mine has been to cut all those men out of my sphere of entertainment, I even cut out "witch hunt", "not all men" type dudes, and "only fondled their breasts on tv and apologized for it" men (aka Ben Affleck), because time is up for all of you! Soz, not point, but since last October, Ed Westwick has been caught up in this, and thus far 3 women have accused him of ra.pe and a fourth of sexual misconduct. Now, I know it's not Chuck's fault that his portrayer is a ra.pist (allegedly), but there is still an issue with including his face, etc in aesthetics and gossip girl material because his face is that of a ra.pist's (allegedly). Tbh, I wanna leave him (Ed Westwick) out of material and only discuss Chuck and avoid showing his face or use a dreamcast instead, but like, I dunno what you guys wanna do. Chuck is a great character, although, early on, he was quite rap.ey, the character, and it does not help that his portrayer has since been revealed to be a ra.pist. Allegedly.

- also, going back up to the redundancy issues, I love both of your aesthetic collections and playlists, so for those, I was thinking for playlist, we should make one big playlist on spotify that's collaborative, so that everyone can add their music and it'll kind of be a huge explosion of musical tastes. But also, maybe have a collection that has a link on the group info for individual playlists for characters, and the group made by us and/or others. For aesthetic collections, basically the same idea with one big collaborative collection, and then that collection will have links to other collections (yes, I'm a little ocd).

- also, also, this is completely unrelated, but I was watching trevor noah's show and he made a joke about how much trump's male employees snitch and gossip like sht, but the woman haven't revealed squat. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpmlVWFTW8A) It's really funny, and honestly, stupid people fcking up in trump's circle very publically is basically what's keeping me alive. It's just hilarious how stupid some of these people are. ___________________________ Another Update (I'll leave those up until @maybones weighs in on them)

I was working on a draft of the group description to show you guys, and I was using a template of one of my old groups and rewriting stuff and changing it to suit our purposes and I realized how many freaking rules I have (I'm so picky), anyway, some of this stuff obvs won't be applicable (like, there's one about characters dying and I don't think we were planning on going that dark. although, serena was an accessory and chuck kind of killed his dad, so meh, maybe?) anyway, I wanted your opinions on what rules to keep and/or change:

✠ RULES AND GUIDELINES {GENERAL} ✠

I. Please be kind to each other. Your characters can be total jerks, but let us, the creators and/or writers be kind, polite, and respectful (aka, channel your inner Canadian guys). There will be absolutely ZERO tolerance of discrimination. You will be immediately removed from the group, and your actions will be documented and reported. PM me immediately if someone harasses you or you notice harassment between members. ⠀⠀Ia. If you want to be anonymous, for any reason, you can send in your complaints here {https://goo.gl/kbTXeU}, it's a google form, and it doesn't ask you verify your email, and the username option, is just an option, it's not required. If I need to make further contact/information from you regarding your concern, I'll make a group announcement vaguely describing your issue, and you can send in further information anonymously again. I'll be checking the form at least once a week.

⠀II. I'm not giving this any specific rating, however, I will say, you're free to include whatever "adult" content you want, whether it be swears, gore, or the dirty stuff (I'm totally a mature, grown up adult guys). However, do be careful of polyvore's stupid censors, use workarounds like writing your story in google docs, or accents for swear words.

⠀III. This is a non-elimination group, but characters can die. It may be used for inactive members, or if you wanna kill 'em off or maybe revive as a ghost or something else. Permission will always be asked of the creator first (with the exception of characters belonging to inactive members, whose characters may be killed off as penalty).

⠀IV. If you miss 3 consecutive contests (without informing me), you'll receive an "x", "|" will be used to break up non-consecutively missed contests, anyway, if you miss 3 in a row, that will open your character to be killed by either myself or other group members. You will be notified, but your permission will not be asked. If you wish to rejoin at a later date, and you character has not been killed off, simply pm me and continue with whatever contest is in progress. If your character has been killed off, you can re-audition with a new one, and I will transfer your points to your new character.

⠀V. Always pm me, your vodka aunt mod, if you feel you'll be unable to enter a contest, your reason doesn't matter. Just let me know you can't get your entry in, that way you won't receive an "X".

⠀VI. Plotting will be left open throughout the group, however, please establish a few of these before contests begin, and always ask permission when using someone else's character(s) and be sure to tag them in your sets. Please, PLEASE work with others, I hate when people just do their own thing in oc battle groups, this is a collaborative story, everyone's stories and ideas matter. I will call you out if I notice something that contradicts the connected story, and I will always, ALWAYS incorporate the stories of group members into the overall narrative. ⠀⠀VIa. Narrative precedence will always be given to the person who completely finishes the description of their set first.

⠀VII. There is not a list of roles to pick from, you can create whatever roles you want, however, I may ask you to change it if I feel your character may become "villager number 6" and not fit in with the action. Rules, regulations, and suggestions for roles can be found here: [placeholder].

⠀VIII. Always be sure to tag the member's when you use their characters and give credit where credit is due.

⠀IX. Plagiarism will not be tolerated and you will be removed and reported. If you're inspired by someone else's work, credit them, otherwise you're stealing.

⠀X. Sets unrelated to the group will be removed.

⠀XI. You will NOT be required to write out a full story. Story portions can be answered in paragraphs, but full stories are always welcome and appreciated.

⠀XII. Do not use templates for contest entries unless otherwise stated.

⠀XIII. Always feel free to contact me with any and all questions, and/or suggestions. You can also send them through the anonymous complaints form, found here: https://goo.gl/kbTXeU

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✠ RULES AND REGULATIONS {FACECLAIMS} ✠

I'm quite picky about these, but I'm not gonna be pedantic about it this time. You do you. Having said that, there are still some rules and regulations, as well as a challenge.

⠀I. All faceclaims must be above the age of majority (that's 18+ nearly universally on the planet), there is an exception for child characters but all main OCs must be at least 18.

⠀II. All faceclaims MUST be professionals. They can be actors, models, even singers. However, they must be singers of some note signed onto a label company, like Taylor Swift, or my beloved Dima Bilan (who's also an actor. a good one. yes, I'm bragging). Your faceclaim CANNOT be someone insta-famous, youtubers, or tumblr tweens.

⠀III. Whilst I'm not going to reject any faceclaim on the pedantic basis of "I don't like them", there are some faceclaims that I will and for one reason, and one reason only. Sexual misconduct of any and all kinds. Hollywood and the media are finally cleaning house, and I don't want those dicks in my nerd sht either. To be clear, I don't care whether the misconduct was simply groping a woman's breasts on camera and apologizing about 10 years later, I am going to reject everyone who's been accused. Examples include; Ben Affleck, Casey Affleck, Ed Westwick, Jeffrey Tambor, Danny Masterson, Andy Dick, Dustin Hoffman, and fcking Mel Gibson. (Side note, these are just actors, for a wider list of men who have fallen since the Harvey Weinstein story broke in October 2017, I recommend you check out this article {https://goo.gl/Uq65Qv} by the NY Times) ⠀⠀IIIa. If you notice I have accepted someone who has been accused of sexual misconduct/harassment/assault please inform me right away, and ideally with a link to a news source from where you learned about (I will google it myself, but the ready-to-go link would be much appreciated.) ⠀⠀IIIb. Also, Alec Baldwin is on my list of rejected faceclaims. He's not been accused of anything, yet, but I'm not liking his defensive attitude of alleged rapists. Fúck off. Matt Damon also falls under subsection B, for a slightly different reason, but fúck him too. In this watershed moment, I have no time for defensive d i c k s and "not all men" a s s h o l e s.

⠀IV. The Challenge: a lot of us have certain fave fc's we use over and over again (I'm certainly guilty of that), so my challenge is for you to use a faceclaim you have never used before as your primary oc. This is gonna be based on the honour system, some of you guys I may know well, so I'll know if you're using your fave again, but others I may not, and I can't aggressively stalk everyone, so I won't call out anyone for not doing it. It's just a fun little challenge, worth 10 bonus points, if you opt to do it. But again, it's based on the honour system, I'm not gonna stalk anyone, but if I know you and you lie to me on the audition form. First, I'll be hurt, and second, I'll say sorry and tell you you're not getting those bonus points.

(I know, two sets of rules makes me such a di.ck, it's why I need your help guys!)

#polyvore #gw #eloise avery #Svea Sauvageon #minah delacroix #doll set #mine #anna #may

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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Let’s unpack some cc nonsense

Anonymous asked:

Not that anyone can at this point but if YOU were representing D, how would you get him out of the mess? The damage that has been done to him is horrendous but the man has talent. Surely D believed there was “light at the end of the tunnel” or he never would have agreed to this??!’ Curious? If there is a plan, would do you think it would entail?

cassie1022 answered: Nonnie, I woke up to reading about this giant shit storm his team has created getting worse (shitstorm? really? it was a GAY website talking about all the straight actors who have played gay characters and gay actors who played straight and gay characters. The website post was not judgmental or cruel- in fact this is what they said

Films are an important voice for a lot of LGBT people as they offer vital representation in society. Actors do an important job of starring as our favourite characters in films. However, very few LGBT roles are filled by openly LGBT actors. Actors who are open about their sexuality are struggling to carve a successful career path for themselves – a fact that is not helped by their heterosexual counterparts filling up roles that some might argue should be reserved for them.PinkNews has compiled all a list of all the Hollywood stars who have gone “gay for pay” on the big screen. We’ve also explored the gay actors who have made a name for themselves playing it straight.

Then they listed along with each actor-most of them A-listers-the movie they were in. That’s it. Hardly career killing.) They completely crossed the last line they had left with this latest nonsense. Make no mistake, this is a deliberate and vicious attack on D’s character, (is it though? he has said he is straight for 10 years) and it’s being perpetuated by people that are supposed to be operating on his behalf and helping him shine (He just won 4 awards and has his own show in the works which allows him to write, write music, sing, act and produce so I don’t know how you can argue they are not helping him shine) So, the question is, why are they coating him in mud instead? (No the question is why do ccers NOT understand that these stories are written by writers-in this case Joseph McCormic (X)- who create content for the specific website. It is the same as Vogue.com, Just Jared, The Advocate, Bon Apetite, Tasty, Buzfeed, and all the other speciality websites that create content for their readers. Writers pitch stories and then do the research or interviews and write the content. If they had to wait for teams to destroy their clients out of revenge, they would never have enough content to publish regularly and if Ricky sent this info to destroy Darren then Meryl Streep and Benedit Cumberbatch’s teams did so as well) THAT strongly suggests to me that they know their time is drawing to a close and they want to break and damage not just his career, but him, as much as they can. (This is a completely illogical idea that Abby started several years ago. Today @ajw720, @Cassie1022 and @Notes-From-Nowhere mentioned it. Obviously there is a coordinated attempt to gaslight their readers with this trope. Did Abby sending out “cc talking points” this morning like the gop always does?). The age old, if I can’t have you, I’m going to destroy you so no one else wants you, prophecy. (”Prophey: noun a prediction of what will happen in the future”. Not the right word here, Cassie. “I’m going to destroy so no one wants you” is abuse, plain and simple. If Ricky was actively and methodically destroying Darren, it would be grounds for Darren to break their contract and pursue legal options against Ricky. Let’s talk about Ricky’s contract- RICKY signed it, Darren didn’t because Darren HIRED Ricky. As a manager, Ricky is legally required to work to further Darren’s best interests. He is not allowed to use his POA to sign anything that Darren wouldn’t sign himself. That is the law. Also you have been claiming this for the last 4 years-either Ricky sucks at destroying Darren, he is doing the world’s slowest destruction or it’s all bullshit).

As for attempting to fix this mess? Well, I have to believe that there is some type of plan in place (again you have said this for 4 years). Clearly, he needs to clean house on his team and start over. (Here is where this gets interesting because Cassie lays out a plan for Darren to STOP being Darren and turn himself into Blaine Anderson once and for all) He needs to seek guidance from members of the LGBTQ community that have successfully come out and have the right people working for them (He isn’t gay). The replacements need to be thoroughly and meticulously researched and carefully selected. D needs to shed the dude bro douche image (that IS who Darren is) and get back to being the quirky, loveable goofball (Blaine) that makes you (ME) fall in love with him (because it is HIS job to be the fictitious character you fantasize about?). I suspect he knew exactly what they were planning and that’s why he hasn’t sought more career opportunities on his own.(He just planned a wedding, produced a StarKid reunion, is writing scrips, writing music, producing, acting and singing in Royalties and producing Elsie. He’s very busy). Let’s be honest, D himself is the one that secured his most successful career opportunities.(This isn’t something you know anything about. If Darren finds Ricky’s work lacking then he needs to fire him.) The things his team has gotten him are few and far between and generally only agreed to so their bank accounts grow and they get swag (Again a trope that Abby made up and you all just mindless globbed on to but that you would have NO idea who did what)

The good news is that people, that are not fandom fanatics, won’t hold a grudge (Actually the ccers are the only ones who hold grudges. The rest of us understand that the healthy adult reaction would be to just find another celeb to like. Getting angry, raging and holding grudges when a celeb doesn’t do what you want them to do is what immature and mentally unwell people do) . Sure, he may take a hit with those outside the fandom, but memories are usually short and people are generally forgiving. He may take a bigger hit within fandom, but I believe he’s charming and sincere enough to rebound (and yet you claim he lies to us now every time he speaks so being sincere isn’t high on your list of criteria for being a fan) . Any fans that walk and don’t come back won’t be missed. I also believe he has a strong support system within the LGBTQ community.(Why? Why would the LGBTQ community strongly support him when he has outright lied about his sexuality so many times over the last decade? He didn’t just avoid questions or give evasive answers, he spoke at length about his being straight, he even brought it up on his own quite a few times. He refused to be honest about who he is in 2019. That’s fucked up. As pissed as you -a gaggle of straight women- are about the Pink comment, imagine how the gay community will feel when they find out that he lied for 10 years about his sexuality and married a women to keep his secret while he was with Chris and he did so simply to keep his career afloat. The LGTBQ community is writing about him in their “pay to gay” article, imagine the articles that would come out-“a decade in the closet while married to his husband cuz he wanted to be an A-lister ” or “Gay but married his Beard to stay relevant in Hollywood: 2019 edition”. According to cc theory, he isn’t closeted because of concerns about his safety or his family disowning him but because he wanted to be an A-lister....he stays in the closet in exchange for not being blacklisted in Hollywood, that is what you guys tell us. But he could come out and still perform- he could act, write, and produce StarKid, he could pursue music, he could do Broadway and be out and proud. He could likely do Royalties. In fact, once Royalties is up and going, the “He’s closeted” trope is going to have a hard time standing because there will be no reason for him to be closeted). So many people that identify as queer LGBTQ genuinely love him (Really? How does a straight women with no connection to the LGBTQ community know that? if you are speaking about Ricky Martin, Justin Trantor, Elivs Duran, and Chris Colfer, you aren’t speaking about “many people”) and that speaks volumes and will be one of the key components of rinsing the mud left on him by team stupid off and helping him regain his brilliant light. If they believed the nonsense his team is spreading about him, they wouldn’t be friends with him (l don’t think any of his friends real CDAN or PinkNews) . The LGBTQ community is a loving, supportive group, but they won’t tolerate people that use them (exactly why they would not support a closeted Darren). If they thought that was the case with D, they would make it known.

All of this makes me so sad for him. He doesn’t deserves the character assassination that’s happening, especially as it’s at the hands of people he’s paying.

ajw720 @cassie1022 well stated. Completely agree.(Of course you agree, these are your tropes -you wrote them all)

notes-from-nowhere. I believe the plan is to discredit him as much as possible. This will make him less believable once he will be able to say his truth.

People is scared, what D may say once free is making them nervous (if that was true then Darren would have all of the POWER and could blackmail them. They certainly shouldn’t antagonize him even further, that isn't how you keep someone quiet. God, this trope is so stupid) and what we are seeing right now is an attempt to do an earlly damage control. Basically someone is trying to take him away his voice. If they successfully make him look like a liar (what have they done that makes him look like a liar? You guys, on the other hand, say he lies every time he talks about himself), an opportunist and a selfish dick, no one will ever take what he says seriously.(That isn’t how it works. Everyone in Hollywood is an opportunist and a dick- nobody in LA would bat and eye) It’s maybe their lowest and lousy move since the beginning but as I’ve said earlier, none of them is better than this (huh?). This is how they play this game, the difference from before is that now that the end is near, D forced them to show their moves because he is no longer bending (and yet they have been playing this game for10 years now, they can only play it if Darren lets them...why is he letting them?) .

ajw720. @notes-from-nowhere that’s one of the reasons the sham mockery had to happen (more illogical logic). Because many that know the truth think d is choosing this. And that’s how it will appear in the surface when he is able to tell the truth. They want him to take the blame completely. (HUH? Did you have wine before you wrote this? It makes NO sense at all “Many who know the truth believe d is choosing this”???? YES BECAUSE HE DID CHOOSE MIA)

I won’t let that happen. Their sins are well documented.(Oh Abby, please let us know how you “won't let this happen” and please share the “documented sins”. We all know you believe they are sins but I would love to see how you have documented them. I’ve read your master posts of evidence and they are all the rants of a mentally unfit person. You have NO power in this so claiming you “won't let this happen is utter nonsense. You sound like Trump)

cc-still-going-strong Don’t forget he still has C and C’s friends. They are a great ally if D ever wants to win back the LBGT’s hearts. And LBGT community will understand the difficulty he has at the present.(This cracks me up- Darren has never been seen in the same vicinity of any of Chris’s friends in the 9 years we have been following them. He never mentioned or Tweeted them- even back we he wasn’t so cautious on sm. This is pure fantasy- complete made up nonsense. I’ve already argued why the LGBTQ wouldn’t be thrilled to welcome Darren into their community with open arms)

There is also a lot of his fans love him for who he is only, so that they will absolutely understand when his dark stage is over.

The only harm he will ever gets would come from Mi/arren stans, but mostly they are love M because of D, not the opposite.

There will be light waiting for him if he decides to be free from this BS. After all, he still has us and C (Thank god he has you, I love that Chris comes second in that comment).

ajw720. @cc-still-going-strong I think that the fact that C is still solidly by his side, speaks volumes for D’s character and makes an incredibly strong statement that I think many of the LGBT+ community in hollywood see. (and what do you see Abby that indicates “Chris is still solidly by his side”? I'm super curious because over her in sane-world, we don’t even see a the most basic of indications of a friendship anymore).

cc-still-going-strong Absolutely. I believe people who did corporate with him and/or know about C and him, will totally understand and support him.

And I strongly believe that C is still has D’s back. When the vid “Gay for pay” outed, C immediately update his Instagram and Twitter, as a distraction - with a video about a caterpillar in its ugly shape, but one day it will turn into a beautiful monarch. He only said #Savethemonarchs as a way to show his support for HIM. (Proving that the tinhatter are not sane. I cannot with this comment. It’s so ridiculous.... I just can’t. Literally WHO was so distracted by a caterpillar video that they forgot Darren was listed in a “gay for pay”? I also love how she totally wrote an entire story behind the post because that is what ccers do- see a caterpillar tagged #Savethemonarchs? It’s not about the plight of global warning and Monarch butterfly survival NOPE is really about HIM and the caterpiller will turn into a beautiful butterfly just like Darren, gag me)

ajw720. Could not agree more (of course she agrees). That video was so intentional and such an interesting choice to not show the butterfly. Just the caterpillar.(blah blah blah blergh) That’s d and his current state. And d is going to emerge as a stunning monarch.

leka-1998 I’ve always liked that song but (Leka believing life is just a big episode of Glee)

“Don’t let them get you down

You’re the best thing I’ve seen”

is probably my favorite part.

cc-still-going-strong Not only the video but also the song choice.

Still going strong, guys.

#cc #ccer #ccers #cc nonsense #cc family #cc fandom #cc blog #cc fan #crisscolfer #chris colfer #Darren Criss #oh look they remembered Chris exists

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anogete · 5 years

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Bullet List of My Very Random Thoughts on Endgame

Don't click the keep reading link if you haven't seen the movie yet. I don’t want to be responsible for ruining your first watch of the movie. Serious, guys. Only click if you’ve seen it.

I really enjoyed it and I'm happy to suspend my disbelief with almost all of the time travel plot element. All things considered, it was masterfully executed and a beautiful love letter to the characters, movies, and fans.

My original six lovelies:

- Tony's arc was beautiful and heartbreaking but in a very satisfying way. I think most of us saw that one coming with the way IW set him up against Thanos. It was that much more poignant when you saw he was happy with Pepper and their little girl but still couldn’t step away from helping make things right if he had the ability. Pepper knew he couldn’t avoid involving himself despite not wanting to jeopardize his life with her, so her encouragement at the beginning and her comment to him right before he died (“We’re going to be okay. You can rest.”) just break my fucking heart. So does Peter crying over a wounded and dying Tony, telling him they won. Oh man. The waterworks were something fierce.

- Nat was a surprise but packed a shockingly hard punch for me. Maybe that was in part because it WAS a surprise and also because when we opened the movie she felt so fragile even though she was the one keeping the hope alive. That moment with her sad little sandwich and the news about Clint being so far off the rails that Steve interrupts? That alone made my heart hurt for her. My stomach dropped when I saw her and Clint climbing the mountain on Vormir as I realized what had to happen to get the Soul Stone. I was hopeful they could game the system and jump off the cliff together and both live, but I understand why this would cheapen it. She always felt like the glue that kept all these big personalities and big egos together, so it hurts that she’s gone and the group has been fractured with Tony’s death and Steve being out of the game.

- As for Clint--I’m assuming he returns to the family man life unless something big comes up in the future. I don’t know anything about Renner’s contract, but I’d like to see Hawkeye again. The hair and the sword and the arms and tats and revenge attitude really did it for me. How very dare they make him look this edible.

- Thor coping with grief by drinking beer (that beer belly, though!) and playing video games with Korg and Miek was actually refreshing and endearing. I know some people didn’t like seeing him that way, but it gives his character so much depth. Besides, he was back to his kickass self by the end of the movie. I do love that he handed over New Asgard to Valkyrie to rule, and I hope we see him pop into movies in the future, especially with that adorable rivalry between him and Quill.

- Bruce and his newfound truce with Hulk was a delight to see and completely unexpected. Also, Bruce/Hulk with the muscles and the voice and the five o’clock shadow and the glasses? Ummmm... ::is tempted to write Hulky Bruce smut:: I hope he’ll be in future movies.

- Steve. Ahh, Steve. I loved the fight with himself and the funny little winks to the viewers with the lines (America’s Ass, “I can do this all day”, “Hail Hydra”). I loved that he was encouraging others to move on when he couldn’t seem to do so himself. I LOVED him wielding Mjolnir, especially when the lightning started flying out of it. Thor’s reaction to that (”I knew it!”) was adorable. But, I’m torn with Steve’s storyline. I wanted him to get his happily ever after. I was dreading seeing him die in this movie, which I thought was definitely going to happen. But what was so shocking to me was that he got exactly what I wanted him to get but it felt so cheap to me. I left the movie satisfied with everything but the way they ended things with Steve, and yet I couldn’t seem to put my finger on why I started hating it the more I thought about it. I know a ton of people are Stucky ‘shippers and, while I love his relationship with Bucky, I’ve never ‘shipped them together. I’m not thrilled about the way they glossed over that relationship, but I understand the necessity because of time constraints. I don’t mind that Steve handed the Shield off to Sam because I assumed either he or Bucky (or even both) would pick it up in Steve’s absence. Bucky would have been a nice full circle between the two of them on their separate paths, but I also understand why it was given to Sam. Bucky obviously knew exactly what was going on, though I thought the distance between him and Steve was a bit strange. Maybe they were trying to make a point of showing that Steve and Bucky have both changed. Whatever. I can live with it, I guess. No one wanted Steve to get his happy ending more than me. So, what gives? I couldn’t figure out why it felt so wrong and cheap and like the worst kind of fan service. @bulmavegotaku sent me THIS ARTICLE which actually articulates what has been bothering me. Just because I wanted a happy ending for Steve doesn’t mean that it was what was best or even what was in-character for him. I know other people thought that him hiding in the past to live his life with Peggy WAS in-character, but I don’t think it was at all. And that’s not even to mention the fuckery with Peggy’s timeline. Yeah, yeah, they left the question of who Steve married up in the air by not having him divulge that info when Sam asked, but I’m not stupid. He says she’s the love of his life. If he’s going back, he’s not going to share a dance with her and then go marry some other chick in the past. Please. And that makes Steve Sharon’s uncle. Which is... weird and WTF. But maybe they thought we’d forget all that since it is now an alternate reality or whatever. So, Steve’s “ending” was the one major thing I really didn’t like. I’m sure one day I’ll write some fic that branches off into an AU in which it didn’t happen that way. It’s a little too fresh right now for me to tackle, though. I need to get the bad taste out of my mouth.

Other things I liked:

- Nebula’s dynamic and (at times) heartbreaking storyline as we watched her internal struggle actually play out in front of us with two Nebulas. My heart dropped when Rhodey was able to return to the present time on Earth, but she got trapped in the past with Thanos. I’m so happy she survived. Plus, her game of finger football with Tony was so goddamn endearing for both of them.

- Gamora being alive and the thought of watching her future interactions with Quill all over again. I love the sexual tension and the chase for sure. However, if past Gamora ends up in present time, then did all that stuff with Quill and the other Guardians even happen? Her past self is in the present and so is Nebula’s past self. Plus, Thanos plays a part (even if he’s off-screen) in much of the two Guardians movies, so if his past self died in the present, did this create some sort of alternate reality in which the things we witnessed didn’t actually happen in that way? This kinda ties in with my dislike of Steve’s storyline. Too much fucking with time travel begins to unravel the plot and create holes that I start picking at.

- Thanos turning to dust. So so so satisfying. What an absolutely arrogant turd.

- “On your left.” What a wonderful moment when you heard Sam’s voice and saw T’Challa appear from that portal followed by all of the others.

- While I didn’t enjoy it, I did think the fight between Steve and an emaciated and exhausted Tony at the beginning of the movie was so well done and well-acted. What a low point to climb out from.

- The scene in the beginning when they kill Thanos was also pretty low, but I thought a great way to start the movie. You can kill the bad guy, but that won’t change all the bad he did.

- I feel like Scott Lang is all of us. The scene with him outside when his taco blows away was so wonderful. And the scene in the diner when the kids want pics with Hulky Bruce, but not poor Antman. So awkward and so funny.

- The closure that Tony got with his dad. Oh man, that was the best and made even better because he was a father himself at that moment. Thor being able to speak with his mother and move forward from that was also unexpected but so needed for his character, especially at that moment.

- While I love Carol Danvers and the Captain Marvel movie, I didn’t want her to come in and steal the show from the core group of Avengers as we ended this era of the movies. I’m pleased with the way they used her to rescue Tony and Nebula and then go off to bring some order to the rest of the universe before returning to help in that final battle.

- Speaking of Carol--the scene during the battle when she takes the new gauntlet from Peter in an effort to get it away from Thanos and all the badass women fall in line behind her to assist brings a tear to my eye. What made it even better is it caused the two bros seated beside me to mutter and wiggle uncomfortably in their chairs because it was obvious they didn’t really like that part. As Beyonce would say, “Suck on my balls,” boys.

- Wanda’s white (red?) hot rage toward Thanos when she finally came toe-to-toe with him during the battle. YES. I was cheering her on.

- Steve’s ass. Oh, I’m sorry America’s ass.

- Did I mention Steve wielding Mjolnir?

- Loki being the sneaky little snake he is and grabbing the Tesseract during the confusion when Tony gets hit by the flying door. And Hulk screaming in frustration about how many stairs there are since he wasn’t allowed to ride on the elevator with everyone else.

- Bucky’s luxurious hair. Although, I do want my beefy Civil War Bucky back. On a side note, can someone please please please fix Sam’s facial hair before the next movie or show? Please? I do not like it at all. Anthony Mackie, please go back to WS or CW facial hair. I’m begging you.

I’m ready for more Guardians of the Galaxy featuring Thor. I’m ready to finally watch the first Spiderman movie before the new one comes out. (Don’t shoot me for not seeing it yet!) I’m pumped for more Carol as Captain Marvel. I love the original characters the best, but I understand we have to move forward and I’m trying to embrace these new babies even though they aren’t Tony or Nat or Steve. I’m consoling myself with Bucky and Sam right now.

And most of all, I’m excited to start writing again. I started something last night, but I don’t want to give many details until I know if what I threw on the wall is going to stick. If it does, then it’ll be Wintershock, take place after Endgame, and will probably be fluffy and free of life and death situations. My heart can’t take any more of that between Endgame and Game of Thrones. I’ll pop in periodically to keep anyone who cares updated on new material from me. Can’t wait to see you again over on AO3 this summer!

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