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Loveless: A Loveless Review

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Trigger Warnings For: Discussion of sex, sex negativity, platonormativity, arophobic tropes, and anti-loveless rhetoric

Disclaimer/Disclosure: I couldn’t finish this book. This will factor heavily into the review, as it has to do with how some scenes, details, and the writing quality were just very hard to sit with and continue. I got about 50% through, so I didn’t just skim pages and get back to you on it.

You might guess I don’t think of this book highly if I had to put it down and stop reading. This would be correct. However, I have more in depth thoughts than that. If you like this book and don’t want to read negative things about it, that's fine, but I implore you to read it anyway. A lot of the problems in this book are present in a lot of creations I see and can be a valuable teaching lesson; loveless people aren’t out to ruin your fun because biases got questioned.

Alright. Enough disclaimers. Review under the cut.

The Bingo Card: Surprisingly, Not A Strikeout

People who have been following me for a while may remember I mentioned I went into reading this book with a bingo card in hand: Loveless and Tired Bingo, a sheet made by yours truly. I did not get Bingo with this book! I did, however, fill 17 spaces out of 25; it just didn’t happen to line up, not because the book passed with flying colors. We’ll return to the Bingo Card at the end of this post to see what it looked like. But, letting you know, that’s a rate of 68% of all squares ticked on Loveless and Tired Bingo. Not looking so hot.

Platonormativity, Envy, and The Loneliness Whirlpool

Let’s start with the meat of the post so nobody has to read it all if they just wanted my representation opinions. Other things like writing will be shuffled down for your convenience.

Edit: Past Scowl is a liar and a fraud and did not have maims glasses on, and misread the bingo card! I did get Bingo. Oops. Point still stands because the data is the same, I just gave this book a sliver more credit than it deserved for not getting one.

If this book had a full course meal, normativity would ironically be a key ingredient in every plate on the menu. Loveless has a platonormativity problem that confronts you from page 1, more realistically before that; the blurb!

[Text ID: From the marvelous author of Heartstopper comes an exceptional YA novel about discovering that it's okay if you don't have sexual or romantic feelings for anyone... since there are plenty of other ways to find love and connection. /End ID]

I promise not all my complaints will be raving about one sentence, but this kinda encapsulates the entirety of my problem with Loveless: Georgia Warr is not supported in her own novel. Loveless is a deeply insecure book that many can relate to, but, really… does it alleviate that insecurity, or just cover it up? There’s an unspoken “but” to every part of Loveless’ philosophy about aspec people [especially aroaces], where they must have platonic love to make them whole, to “fix” and “redeem” their lacking attractions. This has always bothered me, and it’s not an uncommon opinion in the community, unfortunately.

Aroaces aren’t allowed to simply “be” – they must be more. They must be so platonically invested you forget they’re aroace, because they have all this other type of love to give the world. It’s reflective of a view on a community sourced from hurt and exclusion, of someone trying to rebuild their worth on a new forefront. It doesn’t make it less of what it is, though: it’s a “yes they’re valid, but” statement that serves as the backbone for far too many aspec-focused media.

Georgia is a deeply unsure character, and there’s nothing wrong with her being this way; she’s a fictional character made to represent a journey of acceptance, not a real person with the ability to inflict harm on other real people. She does reflect the author’s biases in many ways and many points on the same token, though, acting as a mouthpiece. This often comes in Georgia’s insistence her friendships are simply stronger than other relationship types, as well as her reflexive tendencies to judge the friendless.

One of my many, many hurdles in this book had to do with Rooney [someone save her and half the cast from this novel, please], when the group realizes she’s only a socialite, not really a long-term relationship holder, and the entire room devolves into silent judgment. Georgia does not defend her newfound friend, simply noting she thought differently of her. What about Rooney not having many friends changes her outgoing personality? It doesn’t. It’s simply the fact that Rooney being friendless makes her weird, as with many things Rooney is unfairly demonized for in this novel.

The emphasis on friends doesn’t end here, and persists through the entire novel, practically. It is the main focus, when it isn’t talking about Georgia’s disinterests, and her friend circle is very important to her. All of this is fine. What isn’t fine is the expectation and casual enforcement of friendship being all you have, so you must seize it; this book, even though I wouldn’t recommend it, is often given as The Book on being aroace, but I wouldn’t agree [you’re free to tell me I can’t have an opinion on that if I’m not aroace, but at least read on before deciding anything, alright, official hear me out warning]. One, not all aroaces are alloplatonic, and two, this:

Why Is This Book Written Like A Workplace Safety Seminar

It’s a very… cookie-cutter way to be aroace, and cookie cutter aroaces exist in real life! The rep should exist, no doubt, and shouldn’t be taken away from anyone. It’s not my problem per se that the book is semi-stereotypical. What my problem is has to do with something I see a lot.

The book falls into many of the pitfalls of what I’m dubbing “the pamphlet effect”: when a novel, show, etc. continuously needs to halt the plot to remind the audience this character is different, and explains this to you in a way that resembles an educational pamphlet at a pride event. Georgia Barr feels like an example given to explain a concept more than a person, and I feel bad for her because of how little this book engages with her actual character when it shines through. I understand the book is primarily centered on her journey through the spectrum, but very little is given to make Georgia’s experience unique outside of one scene off the top of my head. Her interests, hobbies, and unique feelings only seem to play a role when it comes time to be an author mouthpiece on slutshaming for fun and sport; only one scene, the forced kiss with Jason when rehearsing the play, really blends her life experiences with her aroace experiences.

Georgia feels designed to be an everywoman, and it was very disappointing to say the least. Very little of the book actually feels like I’m with her, or learning about her unique take on being aroace as a theatre fan or young adult figuring things out; it just feels like Georgia [and the reader] are being dragged through the Cliff’s Notes version of what it is to discover being aroace, rather than a look at how a character like this might feel differently than others on a fuller, whole scale. She’s a hole that can fit most shapes into it, which makes her broadly relatable, but not as fun or engaging to read about if you don’t fit precisely in the demographic Georgia is for; even if you do, is there much to engage with beyond “I’m like that too!”?

This isn’t just a Georgia problem, either, as many, many characters in this book are walking stereotypes or very flat. But, we’ll get into that later [if you want to get into it now, skip to Writing Problems, Oh My!].

The Fingering In The Room: Loveless’ Weird Ideas About Sex

Alright, if you’re sex repulsed and braved the storm to get some insight, this next paragraph is just complete confusion about this book’s sex scenes and talking about some of the details within. If you want to skip that, skip the next paragraph.

Why is everybody fingering each other? Fingering is fine and it feels good, but it is basically the only sexual act this book knows outside of making out with tongue. Someone having sex in Loveless? They better have clipped their nails because at least two are going in. It feels like a point of research that was skipped because it was unimportant, which. Pretty much, yes. But when you’re someone who pays very close attention to sex scenes because you’re of the opinion they can have artistic value, as well as conveying the author’s views on sexuality, I come away with “is fingering what Oseman thinks young adults do?”. Anyways. Something I noticed.

[Okay sex repulsed people, you’re good. No in depth descriptions beyond this point, just the word “sex”.]

I should’ve titled this section “In Defense of Rooney Bach” because oh this poor girl. Oh you are just there to be gawked at.

First off, let’s begin in a good place: this book always has to clarify it isn’t slutshaming its characters, followed by slutshaming its characters. Rooney is, for the uninitiated, very sexually active. Georgia’s envy often leads to a judgemental, close minded view of Rooney that often pins her sex life as “too much” – something many sexually active women get villainized for. It strikes me immediately how Rooney is constantly picked on for her sexuality as a woman in ways no male characters who aren’t asexual either are treated. None of the men she flirts with or spends time with are reprimanded or “held to account” by the book; Rooney alone is breaking the rules. Rooney’s descriptions are often bookended with a disclaimer that she isn’t being called a slut, she’s just like one, which… This is slutshaming. You can’t just say you aren’t doing it to not be doing it.

Rooney is also a victim of a very arophobic trope, and one that is also misogynistic: the Broken Woman. Why is Rooney sexually active? A rough breakup that broke her heart and makes her fear intimacy on account of potentially being wrong again. Sure, sex feels good, but explicit focus is made on the fact she is only not engaging with romance because she tried and it didn’t work. For a few chapters, admittedly I was hoping for a book where an aroace and aroallo can get past some differences and expand each other's worldviews; what I got was Georgia thinking pretty poorly of Rooney through unaddressed envy and sex negativity, and Rooney being made to only like hookups because she’s messed up. Because of course a woman could only enjoy that if she had a negative experience that forced her on the path!

Also, another scene I didn’t like was Georgia and Pip watching Rooney have sex while she is completely unaware of their presence? Jason leaves as soon as he notices, but the two of them watch before Pip makes a comment on how disgusting it is and Georgia agrees. I’m shocked at how little this is brought up as being violating or creepy.

If it was a better book, I would have expected it to result in some kind of furthered conversation about boundaries; it could've been a place for Georgia to start establishing what she likes and dislikes, starting with Rooney preferably keeping her out of her sex life when she’s able. Instead, this event gets brought up solely for jokes, and for a motivation for Pip to start hating Rooney, despite her insistence it wasn't because of the hookup and she isn’t slutshaming. Always a great sign when that needs to be clarified. This is a PSA for everyone: you should not need to clarify you aren’t trying to slutshame. If you feel the need to do so, you are probably being sex negative.

This book isn’t very fond of sexually active people, nor is it kind to characters that are. I can understand why being asexual and sex repulsed is representation people would want, but I also think there’s many, many ways to write it without making it an exercise in shame.

Ironically Kinda Arophobic In Some Parts

This is a short section of a thing I noticed, hated, and had as a contributing factor for my ending early: this book loves aphobic tropes. There’s already the trope against aroallos of not needing romance because of being broken into only liking sex, but also the problem with Pip and Rooney.

I’m a lesbian, for clarification, and I’m saying from experience that I hate the archetype of the angry, jealous lesbian. It’s everywhere. It’s in this book. Pip, upon even the idea of being rejected, starts berating and demeaning the girl who turned her down, even if she was only turned down in her head. The book passes it off as a lighthearted, funny story that Pip got so mad at an ex-crush she was suspended for throwing an apple at their head. Why do I bring this up?

Is it not ringing any bells that this is arophobic? That a character so hostile to romantic rejection is treated as a joke? Many, many aros, and queer people in general, have experienced violence for turning down someone. It’s a serious issue for aros and a real fear in rejecting someone. I found it incredibly hard to read and sit through as everybody passes off Pip’s tendencies to do this to the women that reject her as a silly, funny Pip moment and not a major issue for the aspec community. I don’t care if it’s enemies to lovers, because it doesn’t really feel good to read at all. The only tension is built off the back of something I’ve experienced in real life and many others have as well.

Lovelessness: The Insecurity Unaddressed

This book, despite its title, is obviously about a loving character. Many people might not see this as a problem: first off, loveless doesn’t always mean the same thing, and second, many aroaces express feeling loveless when coming to terms with their identity. Here’s my rebuttal.

One: Georgia fits no definitions of the label. She subscribes to none of the beliefs. She loves her friends actively and sees their relationship as more than romance or sex, as something greater to her.

Second, this is because anti-loveless rhetoric is everywhere and all over this book. Not once is it suggested Georgia could live as loveless, or truly be without love. In the end, she is surrounded by it, simply learning to accept friendship instead. The way her insecurity isn’t met with “you’re complete as you are”, and instead with “you can still be complete if you simply fill the void with friends”, is anti-loveless. Nobody is allowed to be whole on their own without a subplot where their doubts are reinforced or they’re explicitly made to be broken inside.

This is shockingly common, and always sad every time I see it. Many aspects fear being loveless, as if it is a curse or blight they must cleanse. This book is one example out of many, but it doesn’t make it less hurtful when a book that runs against everything your community stands for [self-acceptance and the optionality of love] bears your name regardless. It is a book for people who are afraid of loneliness, and it answers their insecurities with “you’re right. You do need other people. You just need to find a way to still find and have a life partner!”. This is damaging to loveless people, especially those questioning an aplatonic identity.

Again, it’s not unique to Loveless. But, it’s reflective of a broader issue of aplatonics who may be seeking community constantly being presented with “you ARE broken, but friendship can fix you!”, a “solution” many can’t use, and often leads to even more self-hatred.

That’s about it from the aspec side of things. If you got this far, congrats! The rest is opinions on the writing, and the bingo card finale. You can drop off here if that’s all you came for.

Writing Problems, Oh My!

This is veering into heavy personal opinion, so, I will remind you: I don’t usually like YA, but YA can be a very good genre! I do not think this book is a good representation of what good YA looks like.

The writing quality is one of the hardest things to get past, because of a major problem I observed: Oseman is better at comics. This isn’t so much a vilification as a recommendation that it would’ve been much better suited for a different type of media. This kind of “media dysphoria” is present in many of the ways the book operates: many scenes would flow perfectly well in a visual piece. Georgia’s inner monologue has a tendency to jump suddenly into scenes and interrupt the action in a way that would be perfectly natural as a narration bubble put over a drawing of the scene around her. There are entire pages of just… text messages that would be much better suited to a visual medium where you could make these dialogue bits look much more interesting through different shots, or drawing what the background would look like on a screen [The Girl from the Sea does this well, for example].

There’s also the fact I cannot place in my mind if I'm too old for this novel. A lot of the jokes boil down to “hah! Sex!” in a way that instantly alienates me from the writing. The jokes can be pretty juvenile and repetitive, and serve to be the equivalent of a comedian saying “eh? Get it? That was a joke.” six times.

This isn’t to mention the fact many of these characters are complete cardboard. Sorry. Jason does not need to exist. When he appears in a scene, he is ignored or completely leaves it on his own. He really only serves to drive Georgia’s character forward, rather than have one of his own. I found myself forgetting he was present in a scene at all until he spoke again and reminded me of his existence. The book would practically be unchanged if Georgia temporarily dated Pip and Jason was never a factor, plus or minus the Shakespeare Soc plot.

Many interesting characters suffer from severe Pamphlet Effect syndrome. Most of the girls do. In a better novel, they would be more in depth, but Loveless doesn’t really afford them this luxury. I need to take the girls very far away from this novel, okay. I need someone to write a version of Loveless where they have personalities. There’s crumbs there. Please, someone make a loaf of bread out of it. They deserve it.

Another thing, but minor: the breakneck pacing at some points followed by slow slogs of not a lot happening contributes to the reading issues. You may thing something would be dwelled on, just for it to go flying away into the sunset as 3 more things happen and then one problem lasts for 2 chapters. I found it very hard to catch up with Loveless, while other parts I felt like I was constantly waiting for it to catch up with me instead.

The Final Frontier: The Bingo Card Returns

And without further ado, the Loveless and Tired Bingo Card for Loveless by Alice Oseman! Completed with help from other readers braver than I.

[Image ID: A bingo card made from a basic template. It has no title, and all the text is black on a white background. Some squares are marked with a blue X, while others are marked with a red scribble. The marked squares are: “Not prioritizing friendship treated as freak behaviour”, “Jab at loveless sex thrown in”, “Something about not being like THOSE people”, “Universal type of love is laid on thick”, “The answer to all your problems is finding some pals”, “Found family ending”, “Platonic-romantic binary”, “Love still treated as universal [free]”, “Friendship is more wholesome or pure”, “Amatonormativity BAD [platonormativity is my bestie]”, “Platonic love being more powerful or sumn”, “You still love your friends though, right?”, “Friendship saves the day”, “Still thinks you need dedicated people to survive”, “Being alone treated as worst thing in the world”, and “Friendships are more stable than partnerships anyways”. The unmarked, blank squares are: “Something about "players" and pickup artists where no commitment is villainized”, “Character fears being loveless and is kinda aplphobic about it”, “Aspec double standards [one is normal, one is weird]”, “You still love your FAMILY, right???”, “QPRs mentioned by no nuance given to their diversity”, “Friendship forced upon a character against their will”, “Comment about some people being inhuman gets brushed past”, and “Simply prioritise your family instead!!” /End ID]

Would I recommend this book? Uh. No! Well. Yes, but not as a good book for aspecs. I’d recommend it solely to read it yourself and form your own opinions. But, no, I would not recommend it to any aspecs I know, especially not loveless ones, aplatonic ones, aroallos, or if they're an aroace looking for support.

Ah, Loveless, how you vexx me. Never again. See you in the next, much shorter post.

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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months

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stumbling into you

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'meet-cute at work' rated: M wc: 999 cw: sexual innuendo, semi-public handsy making out tags: making out, getting together, rock star Eddie Munson, modern au

a/n: let me just say getting this under 1000 words took longer than it took to write the original 1484 words it was 🙁

🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢

Steve's first day was going better than expected.

He'd admittedly lied about his skills to get this job, but how hard could it be to run errands?

A metal band in need of throat lozenges and hot tea was in the studio now.

Easy enough task to do.

When he walked into the control room, it seemed empty.

He looked back and checked the room number on the door.

"Let me help."

Steve turned to see the hottest guy he'd ever seen standing by the mixing board starting to walk over to him.

"Oh. Okay," Steve stuttered out.

"Let me grab the teas," the man said, his hand brushing against Steve's.

"I can just-" Steve let him, flushing when he smiled at him. "I could have set them on the table."

"It's okay, you've got your hands full..." he looked at the badge hanging off his lanyard. "Steve?"

"Yeah, sorry. First day."

"Really?" The man took the pack of throat lozenges from him, opening the bag and popping one in his mouth. "Welcome then. I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other over the next month or so."

"Do you record here a lot?"

"Yeah. We've got this studio booked solid for the next three weeks. Album needs to be perfect and we always get the best quality here."

"So do you sing?"

"I sing. Lead guitar, too."

"Is it a band I know?"

The man looked him over, taking in his business casual appearance, glasses slipping down his nose.

"I don't think we play anything you've listened to. Corroded Coffin?"

"My little brother listens to you! His mom never let him go to a concert though, said it would be too rough on him. He's kinda small for his age and she worries." Steve bit his lip. "Sorry, rambling."

"Cute, Stevie."

Steve blushed.

"I'm Eddie."

"Steve."

"Yeah, Stevie, I got that. You like any metal?" Eddie was clearly trying to have a real conversation with him, but Steve was drawing a blank on what the English language was.

"Never listened to any."

"You wanna listen? Something's off, but I can't put my finger on what. Maybe you could give me an idea."

"M-me?" Steve's eyes went wide.

"Yes, you," Eddie nudged him and tipped his head towards the mixing board. "C'mon, honest opinion."

"I-"

"Pleeeease?" Eddie pouted.

"Okay, but I don't really know what good is supposed to sound like," Steve agreed, walking to the board.

"Good is relative. If you think it sounds like metal music should, that's at least on the right track," Eddie pushed a couple of buttons and flipped a switch.

A surprisingly soft guitar melody filled the room, followed by a husky voice singing.

"This sounds..."

"Sounds?"

"You sound sad."

"Well, that's kind of what I was going for, so I guess that's a good thing."

The music cut off and Steve immediately wished he could hear more.

"Do you have other stuff recorded?" Steve suddenly needed to hear more of Eddie's voice.

"You wanna hear more?"

"If you want?"

Eddie flipped another switch, pressed a button, and a much faster guitar started playing, followed by heavy drums.

"This one doesn't have vocals."

Steve wouldn't listen to this regularly, but he could admit when people were talented, and it was very clear that Eddie and his band were talented.

"You're really good," Steve smiled at him.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Eddie shut off the music and stood up.

He leaned closer to Steve, playful smirk on his face.

"You wanna go in the booth?"

"I'm not allowed."

"I'm allowed and I'm asking, so." Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, making Steve giggle.

"Okay, sure."

Once in the small booth, Steve felt overwhelmed with Eddie's presence.

His body heat was enough to make Steve sweat.

"You do all the lead vocals?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Since day one," Eddie said from right behind him, so close his breath hit the back of Steve's neck.

Steve shivered, closing his eyes as he felt Eddie's hand rest on his lower back.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to," Eddie whispered against his shoulder.

"I don't," Steve gasped.

Eddie turned him, pushing him against the wall behind him.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie breathed against his lips.

Steve nodded, a whimper escaping his mouth as Eddie's lips touched his.

Eddie was a soft chorus, a soft kiss.

A soft moan when Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

Eddie's fingers gripped Steve's hips, tugging him forward so their hips met, both already half hard.

"Wait," Steve said when Eddie started kissing down his neck. "When will they be back?"

"Don't know." Eddie nipped at one of Steve's freckles. "Don't care."

Steve moaned again when Eddie's hand found the front of his pants.

"What if-"

"Don't know. Don't care."

Steve threw his head back as Eddie's hand cupped him over his pants.

"Fuck, feels good."

"How fast can you come?" Eddie's hand squeezed, almost making Steve's legs buckle.

"I-"

"Eddie! Thought you were joining us!" A voice yelled.

"Be there in a few! Just wanted to check something!" Eddie yelled back.

"You're a workaholic!"

Eddie checked through the crack in the door to make sure the person left before he turned back to Steve with a sad smile.

"I probably should join them." Eddie cupped the side of Steve's face in his hand. "Maybe after your shift we can meet up?"

"Really?"

"Really, sweetheart."

"Oh. Um, I guess. I mean, it's probably against the rules, but I can give you my number?"

"I won't let them fire you. I made the move, right?" Eddie dipped his thumb into Steve's mouth for just a second, teasing.

Eddie may have made the first move, but Steve was quick to make the next one that night, not giving Eddie a second to say hi before he was in his lap in the backseat of a hired car.

Steve's job had a lot of perks, but gaining a boyfriend was definitely the best one.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #meet cute

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vibratingskull · 6 months

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"Can I request thrawn x female reader where someone trying to seduce him and reader kinda insecure about themself." -anon

Insecure reader incoming! But Thrawn won't tolerate it!!!

Thrawn x f!reader

No pronouns or Y/n

You adjust your corset.

God it is tight, but that’s how the dress must be worn.

And Thrawn said you looked superb in it. So you’ll suffer it for his pleasure.

You hear the party raging on in the next room, the shoutings, the laughs, the clinking of glasses with the music… It is a lively party. You insisted for Thrawn to accompany you despite knowing he would rather stay at your Corusantian apartment to work. But it is good for him too to go out and meet people, so you dragged him anyway. He reluctantly abided by your choice with a patient and gentle smile and escorted you to the party very gallantly. You promised him you would not stay long, just enough for you to have some fun and him to make some profitable relationships.

You observe yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, you’re a little tired but nothing a touch up of make up couldn't mask, you comb your hair again too and put back on some perfume, Thrawn’s favorite, the one he offered you for your birthday. Someday when you put it on he just comes from behind you, hugs you and buries his nose in your neck to deeply inhale the fragrance. You flush and speed up your process, impatient to get back to his side.

As you get out of the bathrooms you search for him a bit, walking among the guests in grand clothing and expensive jewelry. You spot him in a deep conversation with a lady in a deep showy red dress with a deep cleavage.

You don’t judge, you rock your own, but something in her demeanor displeases you. Is it how she smiles? How she swing her hips as he talks? How she seem to press herself against him when someone needs to pass behind her? At any rate you hurry your pace to join him as quickly as possible.

“Ah, dear!” He welcomes you “I was just talking with this lady about Togruta’s tapestries and carved statues. She is a real goldmine.” All your senses are on high alert, it is your privilege to speak about art with him for hours on end.

“Really…?” You say with a shy voice. You look up to him and see his eyes sparkling and a thin smile on his lips.

No…

You never saw him like that.

Not even with you.

“Oh it is nothing much really, everyone knows about that.” She laughs.

You gulp. You know nothing about those subjects, or just a little.

“I see your glass is empty, dear. Let me bring you another one.” He gallantly takes your glass to refill it of any fine wine they got.

She observes him go then turns back towards you with a carnivorous grin.

“And who might you be?” she asks, judging you head to toes

She towers over you with her high heels and sparkly necklace. Yours don’t sparkle as much.

“I’m his fiance.” You stick out your chest.

Her smile turns into a sly grin.

“Oh really? I don’t remember seeing a ring.” She licks her teeth.

Thrawn’s culture doesn’t use rings and you didn’t want to impose that on him.

“Well… That’s because he doesn’t have use for them!”

“Oh? What an excuse. If you want my opinion it’s because he doesn’t want to be bound to you forever.” She continues with honey in her voice. “I had a little discussion with him as you were trying to look…. salvageable in those bathrooms. He’s a man of great talent and a magnificent mind. He must find a woman with matching grandeur!” She chuckles with sparkles in her eyes. “And I quite don’t think you’ll make the cut, honey…”

“I… You… What makes you say that?!” You try to gather your words as all your insecurities bubble up under your skin.

“Oh honey, it is useless to state the obvious. You’re a pretty little creature for a working class person, but you’ll never be nothing more.”

“He doesn’t care about that! He’s working class too, we have more in common than you think!” You flush of anger and embarrassment. “And I am a Lieutenant Commander, show some respect!”

She tuts.

“He may not care about your standing, but he sure cares about his career. And a woman of la creme de la creme of Coruscant would secure him significant political power. Tell me, what bonus and advantages a Lieutenant commander can bring him?” She puts her hand on her hip.

“He doesn’t understand politics.” You gulp

“It’s okay, I can teach him. I can be a really good teacher when I want too.” She traces her bosoms with the tip of her finger mind-absently. “Especially for such a handsome man.”

It makes you want to puke. What if she’s right? You dig your nails in the fabric of your dress, tears gathering behind your eyes.

“Oh honey, don’t cry. You’re gonna ruin your low budget make up. I’m sure you put a lot of effort just to look presentable.” She hands you a handkerchief with pity in her eyes.

You don’t take it. You feel constricted in your corset, like air doesn't go down to your lungs.

“He loves me.” You greet your teeth.

“I’m sure he does. Like someone loves a sick half-breed puppy found in the trash. He’s too polite to tell you but he just keeps you around until he finds better. And if I’m not mistaken…” She readjusts her bustier and deepens her cleavage, “He just did tonight.”

“What might you be talking about you two?” Thawn reappears with your glass in hand.

“Nothing. About taking a fresh start in life with good partners.” She laughs, clinking her glass with his.

He looks puzzled for a second ,“Should I be worrying?” He turns towards you with a raised eyebrow. You immediately wipe the tears that started rolling down before he can notice them and shake your head.

“No.” You mumble. “I need some fresh air…” You excuse yourself and heads towards the doors as quickly as your heels permit you. You let your tears run, ruining your mascara.

A hand seize your arm.

“Dear? Is everything good?” Thrawn ask with frowning brows.

“Yes. Leave me alone.” You try to evade his grasp but he squeezes harder.

“Not even for a second when you cry like that.” He looks around. “Follow me on this balcony.”

He guides you, his hand on your lower back and closes the windows behind you once you're on the balcony. You hug yourself, trying to relax. He comes behind you and embraces you. You stiffen in his arms, not turning towards him.

“Talk to me love, do not remain alone with your pain.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Thrawn, do you love me?” you ask bluntly.

He parts with you to look in your eyes, with an air of seriousness and sadness in his eyes.

“Is it what is worrying you?”

“Answer me.” You remember how he looked at her, curling your hands into fists.

“I love you.” He caresses your cheek, speaking softly. “Of course I do. Every second until my heart stops beating I will love you with all my soul.”

“Would you leave me for someone else?”

“Is that what you really talked about with her?” He inquires in a murmure.

“Forget her for a second” you gulp, pushing back your tears. “Would you?”

He looks into your eyes, searching for something, then sighs.

“I do not know what the future holds,” he admits “maybe our paths are bound to separate at one point. But maybe not. Maybe we are destined to remain together until the end.” He presses you against him. “As of today, I want no one else but you at my side.”

“You don’t regret choosing me?”

“Why would I?” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are perfect for me. You keep me grounded, you help me to never forget the price of a life because yours is beyond any riches of the galaxy. You comfort me and hold me close in your arms. My home is where you are.”

“You would say that about any lover.” You put.

He winces for a second, calculating his mistake.”What could I say or do to convince you?”

“What do you even see in me?”

“Everything. I love your mannerism, the way you take a breath before talking, the way you walk on heels. The way you think completes mine, how you take problems like no one else would. I love the scent of your hair and the way your eyes reflect light. I love your nose…” He says brushing his nose with yours, earning a small chuckle from you. “I love who you are as a person and as a colleague. I never feel as much supported and prepared when you are at my side.I feel invincible with you.”

You look up to his gaze with teary eyes.

“So you do love me?” You ask with a shaky voice, full of tears and hope;

“I do.” and he seals his words with a tender kiss. You grasp his white uniform and dig your nails in the fabric, forcing him to lean on against your lips. He slide his hand in your back and behind your head, deepening the kiss.

You part only when you lack air, panting to breathe while he looks unbothered. It makes him chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You are perfect to me, ch’acah.”

You faintly smile at the pet name, and hug him back.

“Thrawn?”

“Yes, ch’acah?”

“I want rings.”

“Yes ch’acah. Let us quit this boring party and find a jeweler’s.”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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sideblogofasideblogforshoko · 2 months

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Prompt: Sleep

Title: To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Summary: Shoko doesn't sleep for a reason

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Rating: T

Pair: Soft Gojo/Shoko (SaShoSu if you squint), mostly comfort with angsty tones because I can't write just fluffy to save my soul.

Shoko doesn't sleep.

Not really. She can nap. She can catch snatches of rest between breaks, between lunches and against stone walls during shady afternoons. It is mostly just her shutting her eyes, breathing slowly and pretending, but it helps. Keeps the lie up, allows her to answer anyone who asks that yes, she rested.

She did. Promise. Pinky swear.

The bruised colored circles under her eyes seem to scream otherwise, to the point she stopped trying to muffle them with make-up years ago, but hey a girl has to try right?

"You need to sleep at some point, Ieiri." Yaga gruffly recommends at the end of their meeting. She has spent that last forty-eight hours awake (not even a record by the way, hardly even a blip) elbow deep in curse guts. Then another five, writing up the a report about her findings for this stupid meeting. "People are going to assume I am running you ragged."

Shoko thinks about the six cursed bodies waiting down in the morgue and the three mangled corpses in the freezer.

"Aren't you?"

Yaga who has had years to learn how to deal with Shoko's casual, pointed words simply waves her away.

"Get some rest."

"Will do."

And she does.

Head bowed, cradled in her arms at her desk while waiting for the blood samples to finish. Solid thirty minutes at least.

Good job her, right?

"You look like shit."

"Fuck you too." Shoko spits back at Nanami who ignores her and pours her another drink. They are once again holed up in his apartment. It's nice, but kinda boring. Clean, but empty. He spends about as much time here as she spends at her own, which is next to never. Exception being when he manages to wrestle her out of the morgue and he doesn't have a case the next day. Then they go to his, order too much food and drink until Shoko has to help heal their livers in the morning.

Its a self inflicting exercise in flagellation but it is better than the alternative. Probably.

"You aren't sleeping again?" He notes, just as she is taking a sip because he is actually a bigger asshole than even herself. Most people get blinded by the pressed suits and air of dignified annoyance but yeah, deep down, Nanami Kento is still that emo-looking asshole who listens to My Chemical Romance and enjoys being a troll.

Shoko feels her throat tighten, a lie on the tip of her tongue that drowns in the booze and hacks out as a cough instead.

"Are you?"

Nanami shrugs, "A bit. More than you."

"You really talk to your elders like that?"

"Sorry, more than you, Senpai. Better?"

"No."

"Ah, well. I tried." He deadpans, reaching for another chip and chewing it as he watches her go through her head for an insult but fails and gives up by flopping backwards. Her body stretched out on the floor, hair fanned out like dark wave.

"I rest." She says, "I cat nap. Worst case, I do a bit foosh foosh and I'm good as new."

"That's not sleep."

"Your mom is not sleep." She mumbles out.

"He isn't in Japan, I take it?"

Nanami Kento has to lean to the side in order to miss getting hit by the sudden launch of a wadded up paper receipt.

Shoko does not reply nor does she get up to see if she has hit her target.

"If he finds out about all this, he won't be happy."

Shoko gives a sullen huff, indicating how much she cares about the opinion of the gangly white haired man with blue furby eyes who isn't currently in the country.

Nanami sighs, takes a sip of his own drink and waits for Shoko to rise back up from her drunken depths. Eventually goading her into playing super mario cart until the sun rises.

It isn't sleep, and both will suffer in the days after, but it's good in other ways. A different sort of recharge she can't get with caffeinated drinks and naps in her car.

There is a loud knock at her office door that brings Shoko back into reality. Hard. She doesn't remember when she left it, but she does know she jerks back into her body with enough force to jostle her third cup of coffee all down her shirt.

"Fuck." She hisses, grateful it was cold but also when did it get cold? Didn't she just make a new pot?

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." Megumi politely apologizes. He is one of the few students who actually can remember to say and mean it. She has no idea where he learned it considering every other student is half feral and his teacher is basically five raccoons in trench coat with an addiction to sugar.

"I was zoned out," She admits, putting the cup down and searching for something to clean up with. It takes some digging but eventually she finds some napkins in her purse. "What do you need?"

Megumi, for all his blank face, seems deeply uncomfortable and that is all it takes for Shoko to figure out what is happening.

"Ugh. Dont tell me he roped you in on this too."

"He won't stop texting."

"Megumi, you are suppose to be stronger than this." Shoko sighs, deeply disappointed.

"He sent a singing telegram to me yesterday and threatened to keep doing so until I sent proof." The teen explained, frustrated and more than a little embarrassed. She can tell by the way he gets louder than normal and the way the tips of his ears flush red. "That idiot has way too much time and access to money, Shoko. So let's just get this over with before he gets any other ideas."

Megumi hands her a folded up newspaper.

Shoko unravels it. "What is this for?"

"Hold it up next to you. He said he wants proof of life."

She does as he asks, but also flips him the middle finger. Making sure to frown hard as he takes the picture and sends it off.

"This was overkill."

"I agree." He replies and takes back the newspaper, then there is a series of urgent beeps from his phone. He reads the texts aloud. "He said you look like crap. Get some sleep or else. Something something about posting that picture from first year?"

"Tell that idiot I burned all evidence of that."

Megumi does and the answer is immediate.

"He says Myspace is forever." Megumi blinks, "What is myspace?"

"An ancient wasteland." Shoko tells him blithely and snatches the phone. Sending a series of complicated, odd and distinctly menacing emojis (it involves a lot of skulls, eggplants and fire) before handing it back. "There. That should keep him from using you to bother me. At least for now."

"Thanks."

The kid pockets his phone and nods, but before he leaves, he gives her one more deep concerning look.

"He should be back soon."

"Eh. Maybe. Might also get sidetracked by a dessert food truck too."

"Maybe." Megumi says, albeit doubtfully. Shoko chooses to ignore it and waves him off.

She still has work to do after all.

The thing about Shoko not sleeping is that it is on purpose as just as much as it isnt.

Sure, her work hours are probably enough to be a crime against OSHA or the Geneva Convention, and yes she often works alone because there is literally no one else with her gift but what else is she going to do? Go home? Ignore her dying comrades, the piling corpses and curses?

It is a shit job, but that is just how it goes. Could be worse. Probably. Shoko dances along the line of caring too much and not at all too often, to be a good voice of reason about these things.

That is the other side of it.

The part where she has seen too much. Touched too often, the worse bits of what remains. It is all on her to see what it all boils down to in the end and as much as she would like to pretend otherwise, it leaves a stain on her mind.

On her dreams.

It was easier when she could remember less; when she could numb with cigarettes, drink and love. Pressed between the lanky body of one, the compact slender of another. It was easier when the faces she preformed on did not have names in her heart.

It was easier when she was young, dumb and believed the future could be better if they just tried.

Now she is a little smarter, older and well aware of the utter shit show they are all forced to dance in. She knows her part, her limited turns and while she might still hate it all the way down to her bones she also knows the push to break it all down won't come without consequences.

She has already spent half a life burying his after all

So no. She never sleeps well on her own because every time she does, her mind fills with old memories that haunt her to tears. Or reminds her of the friend's she lost or worse, the ones she has yet to lose and really, if she has to pick. She would never sleep again if she could. Just to save herself the pain.

She is not a warrior, she does not suffer well when it comes down to it. She has a hungry heart and it starves like a wild thing, out of wanting. It wants love and it wants safety and it wants to go back in time and hold everything tight enough to bruise.

Shoko does not sleep for fear of the dreams.

-except when Satoru makes her.

"You haven't been sleeping again." He remarks, echoing Nanami but his tone all snark. It is past midnight and for once she is home. Driven there by a storm that closed down the school. She had heard the front door open, but hadn't bothered to move from the couch where she is nestled, reading some filthy smut novel that Mei Mei sent.

There was only one man with a key.

"Oh no. Who let the secret out?" Shoko mocks back with too slow of a response. She is just getting to the good part where the overly handsome, very rich CEO fucks his newly hired help over a leather couch. "Was it Ijichi? Sucha gossip."

Satoru snorts, kicks off his shows and practically bounces from one end of the room to the other, diving towards the couch and land haphazardly in her lap. Shoko, already mentally prepared for this, merely jostles unhappily before going back to her book. Resting the edge of it atop of Satoru's head. He had rested it first on her chest so this was fair.

"As if. That man will take your secrets to the grave. His crush is out of control. I saw him buying you a novelty travel mug today. Says best boss in the world."

"Aw, don't tease him. It's just a crush."

"Gonna tease him harder." Satoru promises, snuggling in. Stupid long limbs snaking in and around her body until Shoko cannot sigh without Satoru moving too. She gives up and closes the book. Letting it fall from her fingers to the floor so she is free to let them pet his white strands back. He closes his eyes and hums.

"Take a nap with me."

"Not tired." She lies.

"Liar."

Shoko cant help but smile at him.

"Yeah. Maybe. Can you blame me?"

Satoru, whose scars mirror her own simply holds her tighter.

"I will keep your nightmares at bay if you do the same for mine." He offers, and it is nothing more than a child's offer to hold hands in the dark, neither really has the power to fight off dreams but it relaxes Shoko more than anything else in the world. She gathers a throw blanket over them and places a kiss on his forehead.

"Deal."

Shoko falls asleep with a soft smile.

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varpusvaras · 9 months

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Rating all of Bail Organa's outfits

First outfit from Episode 2. I like the coat he is wearing and I like the darker blue of the shirt, but I'm not completely vibing with the collar. I get the aesthetic and the image they're going for (he's a Senator so they're trying to make him look a bit old fashioned) but it's just a bit too much. Looks comfy though. 6/10 for the coat and the comfiness. (They make him wear this in tcw as well and he doesn't look nearly as comfy in the series. In my honest opinion Bail is supposed to look comfy)

Second outfit is the first outfit from Episode 3. This is my favorite. The absolute best. He looks sophisticated and extremely comfy at the same time. I like the color and I like the cut and silhouette of the whole outfit together, and the coat is giving rich but classy. Did I say that he looks very comfy already. He looks like he would give the best hugs. Actually this kinda reminds me of the coats my mom used to wear during winters when I was a kid and I can feel the texture of the cool fabric as I would hug her when she came home from work vividly. For evoking that memory this outfit gets extra points. 1000000/10.

Second outfit from Episode 3. The only time he isn't the paradigm of comfiness but that doesn't matter. He looks hot and he knows it. Love the shoulder pads. 10/10.

Third? outfit from Episode 3. It's what he's wearing under the leather jacket + a cape. Light grey is not exactly his color but I like the boots and how big he looks next to Obi-Wan and Yoda. Cape always gives some extra points. 7/10.

Fourth outfit from Episode 3. My second favorite. The comfiness is back. The color looks great. That cape is absolutely majestic. The frame of the cape makes his shoulders look really wide and I like that. Slaying even when the Liberty dies. 10000/10.

Fifth outfit from Episode 3. It's sleek and classy. I like the length and the shade suits him a lot better. 9/10.

Next is the outfit from the Kenobi show. I like the shade, and if he has to wear a shorter shirt, I like this lenght. Really like the color of the cape, makes the outfit pop even when the color is more muted. Casually comfy but could and should be more. 8/10.

Last, the outfit from Rogue One. Couldn't get a screenshot where you can see the whole thing but it's mostly earth tones and the cape. Again, extra points from the cape. I love this outfit but the reason is because I love how he clearly tries so hard to look unassuming. Like he's not royalty and over 190 centimetres tall. This is his rebel outfit. I want to know what those things at the front are. 6.5/10 for the fashion though. The extra .5 points is because of the expression above that he had during the whole meeting. Me too Bail, me too.

#Star Wars #Bail Organa #I should've given him separate ratings on how comfy he looks out of 10 #I also have no idea if he's wearing even more almost identical looking outfits in rots because they're almost identical #and I really can't be arsed to look closer to see if the collar is slightly different #anyway keep dressing him in blue and big capes or coats and we're set #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #rogue one #the cloner wars #obi-wan kenobi

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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You Doing Okay?

summary: Javier hates parties, yet he was coming with you to one. You quickly determine his intentions when his hand ends up under your dress at the bar.

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Kinda jealous Javier Peña, public sex, vaginal fingering, (1) clit smack, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink, exhibition kink, light d/s tones, feelings, soft Javier Peña (It’s me))

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 2000+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for an Anon who requested Javier Peña and the prompt “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” It's time to sin. This is a sequel to Quiet. Same couple. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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You knew Javier hated social events. You’d known that before you started dating and were just co-workers—he never attended the office parties, or met up at the bar after work with the group wanting to blow off some steam. He’d get a drink with you and/or Steve. He’d even show up at the Murphy’s for Sunday dinner that Connie was adamant she cook the three of you, but parties? No, not his thing, so it was a bit surprising that when you mentioned you were stopping by a going away party, Javi said he was joining you.

The event was happening at a bar frequented by DEA agents, and close to the office—the place dimly lit, the drinks reasonably priced, music playing at a volume where you needed to raise your voice for people to hear you.

You suspected Javi’s change in opinion of social gatherings, had something to do with the fact that the guy leaving had taken you out on a date soon after you’d arrived in Colombia—nothing came of it, there was no spark, but you’d remained friendly. Your suspicion was proven correct when you were sitting at a table in the back of the place; Javi with his chair scooted so close to yours that you could feel his body heat next to you. He had one arm around your shoulders, his other hand slowly making its way up the hem of your dress under the table, while you were trying to converse with the man of the hour, who was sitting across from you.

It had never crossed your mind that Javi would ever be jealous; he wasn’t possessive. But then your mind tracked through all of your interactions with the co-worker leaving; you realized after Javi found out about the date, he seemed to pop up and pull you away every time you were talking to him. Javi always had a grumpy look when men flirted with you, or a grumpier than usual look, which usually ended with the two of you tucked away in a supply closet or file room, or that one memorable occasion in Ambassador Noonan’s empty office, with his dick inside you.

Your hands gripped your glass, trying to ignore the soft touch of his fingertips as they stroked along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You could close your legs and trap the wayward hand, but you didn’t think Javi would be so brazen—he had to just be teasing you, which was working, because feeling him had your body going warm as you tried to pay attention to the conversation in which your coworker was very happy to talk about himself.

A breath hitched in your throat when Javi palmed his hand over your underwear, and you knew that he could feel your heat and the wetness beginning to seep through the material. You were hearing about the other man’s plans for when he got back to the states when Javi rubbed his fingers against your clit, quickly bringing your drink to your lips to cover the moan stuck in your chest.

So, he wasn’t teasing. You were interested in seeing where this went.

His fingers slipped under the lace, your pulse hammering, heat licking across your skin when he zeroed in on your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to control your breathing as the sparks of pleasure lit up in your core. He knew what he was doing, he knew the effect he was having on you, and you were relieved when he started speaking to the other man to give you a chance to compose yourself by taking another drink, relishing in the burn of the liquor.

You felt yourself pulling taut, the coil winding in your belly with each roll of his fingers, the fact he was doing this in some place so public thrilling you. Your body was heated, and you could feel sweat beginning to form on your skin as you tried to hold in your whimpers. Slick was pooling at your entrance, and your panties were wet.

Your brain could barely focus on a single thing being said between the men, as you put everything into keeping your face straight while Javi continued to finger you. With how often the two of you fucked around the office, this shouldn’t have surprised you, and yet you were taken aback that he was doing this while literally talking to another person in the middle of a bar. You loved every minute of it, so fucking turned on, biting down on your lower lip that you hid behind your glass.

You were doing your best not to squirm, but Javi knew exactly how to work you up. He was good with his fingers, mouth, and dick, the man making you come so easily you wondered if he was some kind of sex deity.

At the thought of his cock inside you, your pussy clenched hard around nothing. The glass shook in your hand, your eyes closing as you took a drink. The pressure in your core was steadily building, and you could feel the sweat on your brow, your body beginning to tremble.

“You doing okay?”

It took you a second to register that you were being spoken to, your head turning towards Javi, who’d asked the question.

There was a glint in his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips that said he was very well aware of how he was making you feel, and you had to hold back from moaning as both men looked at you.

“Yeah,” your coworker started. “Do you need water? You look like you’ve had one too many.”

You looked away.

“No… No, I’m okay,” you chuckled nervously.

“Okay, I’m going to go talk to the others. If you’re ever in DC, look me up. Have a nice night, you two!” He said to you both before getting up from the table and making his way through the crowd.

The moment you and Javi were alone, he was in your space, nosing against the side of your face and nipping at your earlobe.

“Are you close?” His voice was low and raspy, spoken directly into your ear as a shudder rolled through you, your eyes closing as you moaned.

You were on the edge, your muscles pulled so tight it was in reach, and you nodded your head, gasping out a Yes, Javi, his fingers continuing their movements.

“I understand why you only went on one date—the guy’s full of himself and probably wouldn’t know how to make you come,” Javi rasped. “I do, though. Don’t I? You like me touching you in public, Hermosa? Like my fingers on your pussy?” You moaned again. “My dirty fucking girl. You’d let me fuck you in the bar bathroom, wouldn’t you?” You mewled at the thought, and he slapped his fingers against your clit, making you gasp when you didn’t answer. “Answer me, baby. You’d let me fuck you anywhere,” his fingers were working against you again.

You nodded your head because it was true. Nothing else mattered when he was taking you apart. You’d let him do it to you anywhere, no matter the consequences, and you were honestly surprised you’d never been caught.

“Yes, Javi,” the words a breathy exhale from your lungs.

He chuckled lowly, sending a tingle down your spine, his teeth nipping at your ear again.

“You want to get off, baby? Want to come?”

You were already so fucking close you could practically taste it.

“Please.”

His fingers stopped, and your eyes flew open, whining at the sudden loss as your impending orgasm slipped away.

He moved his chair back from the table, it hitting the wall, and next thing you knew, he was using his strength to haul you into his lap, getting his thigh between your legs, feeling the rough texture of his denim against your core. His big hands pulled your head to his, kissing you hard, deepening it as his tongue delved into your depths and pulled a moan from your lungs.

He broke the kiss, lips moving along your jaw until his mouth was at your ear.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh,” his voice was deep and husky. “Can you do that for me? Grind that pretty pussy against me? Make yourself come, baby. I got you.”

You nodded your head.

“Good girl,” he purred.

You were already coiled tight with tension as you started rocking your hips, Javi tensing his muscles beneath you, feeling them rippling and giving you something hard to grind against. You were holding onto his shoulders for leverage, his hands grasping the nape of your neck while he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and mint, the kiss all-consuming, while you ground against him, the thin fabric of your panties hardly any barrier against the texture of his jeans.

The stimulation spurred you on, rubbing your clit just right, making it throb, feeling like it was vibrating with how sensitive it was. Your eyes rolled back in your head, Javi swallowing your moans as the exquisite pleasure built in your body, the familiar feeling of your muscles tightening in your abdomen as you wound yourself tighter and tighter with each grind of your hips.

His grip moved to your waist, his big hands helping you work against him, pressing you harder into him, and feeling a wet spot growing beneath you.

You felt like you’d never get enough of Javi—you could have his naked body pressed against yours, his cock filling you, and still it wouldn’t be enough, your need for him to consume your entire being too much. He was an unquenchable thirst, something you constantly craved and needed more of.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “Come for me.”

His words were your undoing, that familiar burn in your belly as the coil finally snapped, coming with a shuddered moan of his name that his kisses muffled. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your body tingling as the euphoria burned brightly in your veins, making your brain a muddled, hazy mess as you came down from your high.

Javi continued to kiss you softly, his hands rubbing against your sides and back, grounding you back to earth as your breaths evened out.

After a minute, you felt as he kissed the tip of your nose, cheeks, and forehead before placing one last kiss on your lips again.

You opened your eyes, seeing him smiling at you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Fucking incredible,” you answered truthfully.

He chuckled.

You quickly looked behind you, checking your surroundings, and seeing nobody was paying either of you any mind, a deep breath of relief left your lungs.

“Hey,” Javi said, bringing your eyes back to his and rubbing his hands along your arms. “I’ll keep you safe. No one even looked this way.”

You felt warmth move through your chest at the sincerity in his tone, because you knew without a doubt that you could trust him, that even in these risky situations, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You suddenly wanted to be somewhere less crowded, where he could fuck you; feeling him hard against your thigh, and even though you’d just come, you were aching for him.

“Bathroom, back alleyway, or car?” You asked.

He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said against your lips, making you smile.

“I love you, too,” you replied when your eyes met. “Which will it be? I’m not feeling picky.”

He grinned.

“There’s no fucking way we’re leaving this bar without me getting my dick inside you. I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

You palmed him, his eyes closing for a second as he groaned.

“I can tell,” you got off his leg, seeing the wetness darkening his jeans and holding your hand out to him. “Come on, babe. There’s that big mirror over the sink, so I can watch you come inside me.”

“Fuck,” he rasped, taking your hand and getting up quickly. He couldn’t help himself, his other hand grabbing the back of your head as he crushed his lips against yours. “Love you so fucking much,” his words muffled.

“Love you, too.”

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class-1b-bull · 9 months

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Rating class 1bs hero costumes!

(Also sorry about some of the images being kinda blurry my phone makes every picture I screenshot or download drop quality rip)

Awase/Sen

Awase - 4/10 - not only is the color scheme boring but a lot of it doesn't make sense to me and overall just kinda looks bad in my opinion

Sen - 7/10 - I like the spirals all over and the colors are good but the spiral around his neck makes his neck look long asf also it annoys me that his under shirt is only spiraled at the top and bottom but not the middle

Kamakiri/Kuroiro

Kamakiri - 9/10 - the hella dark green looks a little off in my opinion and the shoes are weird but overall I like it.

Kuroiro - 8/10 - again... weird ass shoes. It fits him and his quirk really well but it feels like its missing something yk

Kendo/kodai

Kendo - 8/10 I really like her costume and it fits her and her quirk well but I dont like the shoes (it looks like she doesn't have socks on)

Kodai - 10/10 by far one of my favorites its simpile yet it looks nice :>

Komori/Shiozaki

Komori - 9/10 I love it so much but the shoes being pink annoys me so much also the spray bottles look off but I cant tell why

Shiozaki - 8/10 she looks really nice and her costume fits her really well but its kinda bland

Shishida/shoda

Shishida - 5/10 really boring and I dont get the blue thing around his neck but its nice i guess

Shoda - 3/10 the only thing about this costume that I like is the eye piece and tracker thing on his gloves the rest is terrible

Pony/Tsubaraba

Pony - 8/10 theres little bits and pieces of the costume that bothers me but overall its a pretty solid costume.

Tsubaraba - 6/10 i fucking hate the shoes and knee pads on this dude. Plus the color scheme is a bit boring and it looks more like casual attire than a hero costume

Tetsutetsu/tokage

Tetsutetsu - 8/10 its all good but theres a bunch of little details that annoys me like the big red circle on his chest and the little metal rings in his pants and stuff like that

Tokage - 7/10 her costume is kinda boring but I can understand why. Also I dont really like the rings around her wrists mostly because of the color.

Manga/honenuki

Manga - 5/10 its very creative and I like the concept with the ink bottles and such but it looks weird and a lot of it isnt practical. I just think it could have been done better ykyk

Honenuki - 6/10 it looks ok but it just looks like a rip off of seros or iidas yk? That and I dont think it fits his charachter that well.

Bondo/monoma

Bondo - 4/10 he looks like a mustard bottle... I know he was going for a bottle of glue but this is honestly terrible ngl.

Monoma - 10/10 he looks classy asf, it fits his character well and I like the overall fit. Also im only now noticing this but he has 2 belts on...

Reiko/rin

Reiko - 9/10 I really love her costume but the big fluffy area around her neck looks like it would be annoying

Rin - 10/10 - by far my favorite hero costume (i am extremely bias) i like the colors and its inspiration <3 bro looks majestic <3 <3 <3

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eirabach · 1 month

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An End Has a Start [1/1]

An episode coda for 7x04. Bucktommy with implied Buddie, rated T for language. Also on ao3.

You don't work for the city, any city, for long before you realize there's a lot of money changing hands. Money that possibly, even probably, shouldn't even be in the possession of the first pair of hands, never mind wherever it ends up. It's just part of the daily drag of poverty wage civil servants; watching men in tailored suits gamble with their jobs and lives and communities, rolling the dice on whether the local elementary really needs a pool when their own pockets are only triple lined.

All of which is to say: politicos gamble.

Firefighters gamble more.

And from the moment Lucy had clocked Tommy's new and sudden interest in hanging out off duty with the 118 she'd had opinions.

Opinions that used to make Tommy laugh, but now, actually – kinda don't.

“You're late,” she says. She's sitting with her elbows propped up on the canteen table, a plate of greasy fries and half eaten sandwich in front of her, and with a twenty dollar bill dangling loose from two fingers that he very studiously ignores.

Tommy makes a show of checking his watch as he drops into the seat opposite her.

“By – oh, one minute!” He reaches over to steal a fry, but she slaps his hand away. “Crosstown traffic.”

Lucy hums. “Still a minute later than Mr Military usually is. You were crosstown?”

“You my mother?” He hooks a fry from the edge of the plate. “Yeah, I was crosstown. I had basketball with Eddie today.”

“And that's all you've been up to?”

Tommy raises an eyebrow at her. Her eyes are glinting, her smile slyly fox-like. She's his best friend in this place and a walking fucking nightmare.

"He's got a girlfriend," he says for what feels like the hundredth time this week.

Lucy narrows her eyes and rips another bite from her sandwich.

"And? You had a girlfriend once."

Tommy concedes by nodding and swiping another fry from her plate.

"I did," he hums, letting his eyes go all glassy and wiping a fake tear from under his eye. "And she had a seven inch dick. I miss that girl."

Lucy rolls her eyes. "Besides the fucking point. So Diaz has a girlfriend so you think he's straight? This is bisexual erasure, Thomas."

Tommy doesn't think anything about Eddie, actually. It's not his place. Not when there's a girl with a pretty smile and nothing to say watching him leave night after night. Not when there's the faintest tang of beer still lingering at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of stubble against his lip, any thoughts at all struggling to surface from the sheer, thrilling oh of hearing your attention.

"If I could erase you, Donato, I would have done it years ago."

Lucy sticks her tongue out, crumbs and all, and he throws the half chewed fry in her smirking face.

"Buckley's single," she offers, chucking it straight back. "And kinda easy. In a cute way."

Tommy scoffs, but he must pause for a half breath too long first because Lucy's eyes go wider than he thinks he's ever seen them, the twenty fluttering from her fingers as she slams her hands down on the table between them.

“Buckley?! Christ.” She sits back, blowing her fringe off her forehead with an exaggerated huff. “Well damn. I'm not surprised, I guess.”

Tommy takes a deep breath. “I think – I think he was. So don't –.” Tell. God, he really thought those days were behind him.

“Who the fuck do you take me for?” Lucy asks, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Tommy offers her a sarcastically sympathetic head tilt. “Gee, I don't know. Someone who's been betting on whether I'd fuck his taken best friend?”

She rolls her eyes extravagantly. “Please. That's different. Diaz always looked at me like I'd crapped in his bed. Buck's sweet.”

Tommy reaches out and pockets the twenty. “If you say so. I'll take this as an apology shall I?”

Lucy's nose crinkles up in disgust. “Put it towards your medical bills when Diaz finds out you've touched his man, that's all I'm saying.”

Tommy narrowly avoids sticking his tongue out at her. “Believe it or not, we're actual grown adults. Eddie's not going to have a problem with it.”

Lucy laughs, and it must send bits of half masticated sandwich the wrong way because she launches into a coughing fit so violent Tommy sees a couple of the paramedics' heads pop up from their hiding places like so many meerkats with medical fetishes.

“Jesus Christ,” she moans once she's caught her breath. “Rather you than me.”

Tommy quite agrees, honestly, because he's had exactly thirty four seconds of Evan Buckley’s mouth and he's already not particularly inclined to share, but he waits for her to knock back a couple of gulps of Powerade because he's a good friend.

He thinks he's a good friend.

He wants to be.

“You think – you think he will have a problem with it?”

Lucy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and sighs.

“I think the 118 is – a different kind of place to what maybe we're used to, you know? When I first started there I thought it would be great, and it was, but I never – I never really got it. The family history.” She shakes her head. “Diaz wasn't even there then. And yet he was everywhere. ” She fixes Tommy with the same sharp, searching look he's used to seeing beside him in the air. “I don't think it's going to be good for you.”

I don't think Buck's going to be good for you, she doesn't say, but Tommy's been closeted longer than he's been out. He's learned to read between the lines. To know when to lean in. When to back away. When it's his lips or his mouth or his teeth or his fists he needs to be quick with.

Evan's aren't the first pair of pretty blue eyes he's ever seen go shocked and wet and desperate. And maybe Evan's ribcage is going to be far from the last he's felt still and shudder and expand under his hand. Maybe he's setting himself up for the inevitable fall of being first.

Maybe, in the most important ways, in the ways that matter, he isn't first at all.

But it's not his place to ask. And if he doesn't ask – well. He can't see that Eddie's ever going to tell.

And sometimes, hey. It's better to seek forgiveness than permission. Fake mouth static or no.

He pulls the twenty back from his pocket, and adds another on top. Just because he can. Because he wants.

Because he's a minute late, but damn. What a minute.

“Wanna bet?”

#911 spoilers #bucktommy #buddie #implied #911 abc #clare vs writers block

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teddi-bearly · 2 months

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Rating Klinger Outfits On Flamboyance Because I’m Bored: Part 2

Same thing applies from part one, this is literally an excuse for me to give my opinions on Klinger’s wonderful outfits

Yeah

SERVING SERVING

Bow to the queen

The coat? Lovely

The mink? Incredible

The cigarette holder? Classy

Hotel? Trivago

But seriously I adore this look and it’s no wonder he got a reporter to take his picture in this outfit it’s so great

Definitely a bit flamboyant, but not insane

7/10 would turn heads

The sweetest grandma you’ve ever seen

Such a cute dress for cooking

I love the blue so much, and the flower apron really sets off this look

Honestly this outfit does remind me of my wonderful grandma and she makes great pies and is the sweetest person you’ve ever met

But? Hardly flamboyant, the hat is the craziest part and it’s just a chef’s hat

2/10 just for the hat

I’m upset I couldn’t find a better picture of this outfit

He wears it multiple times, and it’s such a classic

So practical when the wounded are coming in

And the cloak!! The cloak!!

Also shoutout to Trapper in this screencap he’s really go through it

5/10 partially because it’s a nurse outfit (yes I know nurses actually dressed like that, but Klinger is not a nurse AND the nurses wear army outfits so therefore it is a bit extra in these circumstances) and partially because of the cloaks. Cloaks are always flamboyant and they are wonderful

This dress was in part 1 but it’s a different outfit

I love this dress I want this dress

And the hat and earrings really pull it all together

This one SCREAMS summer picnic

Pretty simple though, so I give it a solid 3/10

EARHART WHO??

Pretty practical, and honestly looks comfortable

The scarf is so so cute

And the aviator’s hat is perfect given this particular escape attempt

You can’t see it in this pic, but he’s got on pink fuzzy slippers which gives it points

I respect the want to be comfortable

My feet would die if I wore heels in that mud 24/7 so he’s allowed to rock the slippers

6/10

Okay…hear me out

I’m not a fan of this one

It looks okay!! There’s just something about all the different random bits of color that kinda throws me off

I adore the ruffles though

Hello Father Mulcahy!

Gets a 5/10

green polka dot dress my beloved

I love this one

It SCREAMS cool rich single aunt

Klinger looks like he’s going to hand me a 50 with a wink and say “don’t tell your mother”

It’s beautiful

8/10

I know this picture doesn’t show it much but he’s wearing a red plaid skirt

It reminds me of a kilt

The scarf adds a delightful pop of blue

If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times, I LOVE KLINGER IN RED

Honestly? Kinda gives me Heather Chandler vibes

6/10

I couldn’t find a colored version, but the outfit is black and white anyway

THE VEIL! THE PEARLS!!!

He looks like a rich widow who’s going to the funeral of his late husband that died under mysterious circumstances

He’s inheriting the mansion and the fortune and he DESERVES IT

7/10 it’s sleek and fashionable and WONDERFUL

I COULDNT FIND A FULL PIC OF THIS OUTFIT AND IM SO UPSET

I LOVE THIS OUTFIT I LOVE IT

LOOK AT HIM HES SO PRETTY HES SO GENDER

I love the big flower!! It’s so !!

And the earrings YES

And the dress? THE DRESS??

I want it but I don’t think I could ever pull it off as well as he does

AND THOSE BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES

what a gorgeous fella

he’s so gender he’s SO GENDER

10/10 because of that giant flower it’s beautiful

All pictures are from Pinterest

#m*a*s*h #mash tv #mash 4077 #mash #mashposting #max klinger #corporal klinger #maxwell klinger #jamie farr

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gilverrwrites · 29 days

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Hello, dear! Could you please write something about 2022 Oz with a reader who is insecure about her torso and often chooses to keep her shirt on when they are being intimate? She is particularly shy about her breasts (I don't know if you need this information, but they are kinda large and she doesn't like the shape of them). Doesn't have to be smut, just fluffy comfort! Thank you so much and no pressure at all! ♥️

The Gift

2022!Penguin/Fem!Reader ≈800 words

AN: Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy the fic, and have a wonderful rest of your day. ♥️

Oz comforts you have you confide him that you don't like the most recent gift he bought you. Rated: M

CWs: Body dysmorphia, petnames: doll, implied sexual relationship.

Please remember: You are beautiful, as you are.

The fabric is unbelievably soft between your fingers. A deep regal purple with fine black embroidery, a cute heart-shaped gem set in gold dangles from the cleavage of the bra. It was such a beautiful set, and Oz had looked so chuffed when you’d opened it. So excited to see you in his gift.

But as you sat at your vanity, preparing for your celebratory night, you just couldn’t bring yourself to put it on. Couldn’t bear the idea of how you would look in it, so exposed. Underwear this delicate wasn’t meant for bodies like yours, at least in your opinion.

The worst part was knowing Ozzie was waiting for you, eager for a glimpse, and he’d be disappointed either by your refusal to wear it or by the unsightly image he’d have to look at if you did.

So wrapped in your thoughts, you don’t notice Ozwald entering or the sound of his uneven footsteps, not until you catch the sight of him in the mirror’s reflection.

“What’s wrong doll?” He asked, concern furrowing his brow. His eyes scan your face before falling to the lingerie clutched in your hands. “You don’t like my gift?”

“No, I do, they’re beautiful.” You reassure him, you’d always admired his taste. But… “I just don’t think I can wear it.”

“Why not?” He squints his eyes and tilts his head, puzzled, but laughing, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Did I get the wrong size or somethin’?”

“Not it’s not that either.” You look down, unable to face him, unsure how to approach the conversation from here. The sight of the underwear isn’t helping, so gently place it back in the gift bag.

“Then what is it?” He leans down, baring his weight on your shoulder for support as he places a kiss to the back of your head. Trying to comfort you as best he can without knowing what is wrong. “Don’t keep me in the dark here, you got me worryin’.”

“I just…” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for your confession. It’s hard; to admit your insecurities aloud, especially knowing you’re likely to disappoint Oz in the process. But the alternative feels impossible. “It’ll show too much, I know I won’t feel good in it.”

“Is that it? That’s why you never wanna take your clothes off when we’re doin' it?” He shakes his head, dismissively, more to himself than you. With a sigh he turns from you, making his way over to the bed. Seated, with the pressure off his bad leg, he looks relieved, until he looks at you. His face turns sombre. He purses his lips, mulling over what he’ll say next. “Look, I ain’t exactly one to judge, you know?”

He gestures to his scarred lip before patting his plump belly. You hate the implication, that he might be lesser because of his weight, or his scars. Hypocritical, as is human nature. You open your mouth to object, but he stops you, holding his hand up briefly as he begins to talk.

“I ain’t done. This ain’t about me.” He has a knack for commandeering a conversation without making you feel small or unheard. “If it isn’t obvious, I think you’re beautiful, all of you, flaws an everythin’.”

He gestures towards you, finally offering you a smile. Your body grows warm, you can’t help but smile, after all this time he still makes you feel coy under his gaze. His words won't heal everything, but they make you feel at ease in the moment.

“Come sit with me.” He pats his good leg, and you make your way over, wrapping your arms around his neck as you settle on his thigh. A strong hand settles in the curve of your back, keeping you up straight.

“I didn’t pick those out 'cause I thought they’d make you look good; I think you look good all the time.” Up close you can feel the warmth of his brandy steeped breath on your neck, he presses a kiss to your skin before placing his free hand under your chin, directing you to look at him as he continues. “Drives me crazy, tryin’ to get work done and you’re just there, lookin’ like sex on legs no matter what you’re wearin’.”

“But if it means that much to ya, we can take ‘em back, you can pick out somethin’ that makes you feel your best.” He leans in, pressing a greedy kiss to your lips. You sigh into him, embracing the familiar feel and taste of him as he slips his hand up to your cheek, using it to guide your face closer. When you eventually pull away, he runs the back of a thick, ringed finger against your skin and asks; “How does that sound?”

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ughgoaway · 9 days

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i have a question about matty’s shirt. i know nothing about british politics or anything related to the sort. but why are people saying stuff already on twt? i seen that the shirt is a sex pistol merch worth more than my paycheck 😭

ahhh yes, I kinda expected that to happen when I saw the shirt ahahah. I had no idea it was sex pistols merch, and I think a lot of people will have no idea and just see Margaret thatcher!

so, Margaret thatcher was our first woman prime minister over here, and she was a fucking evil woman. here are just a few of the ways she destroyed Britain during her time as prime minister;

she is the PM who started out massive inequality in Britain. before she was in office, Britain was a pretty equal country, but by the time she left, we were one of the most inequal countries.

she halved the income tax for the rich whilst absolutely destroying benefits, making the poor even poorer.

during her time in office, the percentage of people living under the poverty line went from 13% to 22%, and child poverty doubled.

she sold off massive assets for Britain, including our oil assets in the North Sea, to make up for the lack of tax the rich were paying.

the housing crisis we see today is due to thatcher. In 1980, she created the housing act to sell council homes to their tennants at a dicount rate. which might sound good, but since then, over 2 million council homes have been sold, and less than 5% have been replaced by the government, taking homes from people that need them. homelessness is at an all time high, and she's the one who started it off.

the main thing thatcher is known for is her destruction of workers' rights. under her government, 15% of British industry was wiped out (eg., manufacturing and steel). This disproportionately affected the North of England, putting millions of people out of jobs. people lost their houses by her doing this, putting them in massive debt and just destroying their lives.

the unemployment rate due to this rose by more than 3 million people. she destroyed unions within trades and made workers strike borderline impossible.

thatcher also created section 28, a law that suppressed the lgbtq+ community MASSIVELY. it banned local authorities from "promoting homosexuality." This meant that it couldn't be discussed in any state schools or be taught/discussed by local councils. this law stayed until 2003, which just stunted the many young queer people from being able to grow.

anyway, thatcher was a VERY controversial figure. when she died, "ding dong the witch is dead" charted number one in the UK, which tells you how people felt ahahah.

BUT MATTY IS IN NO WAY PROMOTING HER, LETS GET THAT CLEARRRRR!! as you said, it's band merch. but people are stupid and don't do even 1 second of research before spewing their opinion. matty is northern. He has nothing but hate in his heart for that woman, I'm sure.

#sorry turned into a political rant lol #fuck u maggie thatcher #anon!#chatty asks!

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butmakeitgayblog · 6 months

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Hi babe! Hope you’re doing better

This Alycia coming back…again…thing got me worried about the fact that this girl loves her fans so much that there may come a day when entertainment tonight or hollywood reporter or any of those throw a the loo cast reunion and she being the cinnamon roll she is might say yes and we’ll have a Clexa reunion.

So now I’m sitting looking through a window holding my tea in both hands thinking about how much….I don’t want that to ever happen.

(Sorry about the mini rant, Seraph showed me a con reunion and it gave me cringe unemployed vibes and my mind went to this and I wanted to know your opinion about it)

😂 no that's actually hilarious to think about, but honestly I doubt you have reason to worry. Theloo was a niche show that, while it had a lot of diehard fans, wasn't a huge smash hit by any means. Iirc after Lexa died it's ratings tanked and stayed down for the duration of the remaining seasons, the only reason it kept getting picked up was because it was a summer slot filler. If it had been a show in any other timeslot/market it would've been dropped after s4, easily. It certainly wasn't a Friends or The Office caliber show.

So suffice it to say, any kinda reunion in that sense is probably never gonna happen. At a con? Meh, but those are just by and large cash grabs for the actors. And if Alycia has proven one thing in her career, it's that the only way to get her ass to show up to a con is with a trail of beauty products scattered in a row leading under a propped apple box waiting to trap her 🥴 I mean apart from contractually obligated comic con appearances for Feartwd, she's done exactly 2 cons, one of which they tricked her into 😂

She said her goodbyes to the show by doing the series finale and sending her sweet message at ComicCon. She's moved on, as she should. She's working really hard to grow her career, as she should, and doing anything like that would be a step backward. I'm not saying she'd never ever do something fan driven, but the likelihood is slim, so I think we're all safe from the cringe of having to live through that particular fucking nightmare of a scenario.

#gabywithoutthedollhouse #simply put: she's out of their league

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azsazz · 3 months

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Was cc3 THAT BAD 💀

I mean, no? I think that it read easier than the first two books, and there were a few moments that I enjoyed…but the longer it was the lower my rating went personally.

I don’t know why I can’t get on board! Probably because Bryce as a character does not resonate with me.

Gonna put some stuff under a cut while I rant just in case so beware, kinda major spoilers below

All of these thoughts are my personal opinions obviously and I’m not judging those who love the cc series :)

I think SJM tries to make Bryce relate to a younger audience so half of the things that Bryce says/does to me are so cringey. And this could just be because of the modern setting, which I also don’t love, but like come on.

But like. To have no one die? The classic main character death only to be brought to life in one page? Fucking played out, who wasn’t expecting it at this point.

For all of her friends to conveniently become heads of houses or primes or super important rulers right as they’re about to go to war? Totally not cheesy.

I do enjoy some of the characters for sure, which is why I write for them, it’s the story that I don’t care for.

Like fucking SPACE?! That literally ruined the entire book when I read that line I was so disappointed. They killed two asteri and there wasn’t any other way besides putting them into a black hole that could’ve saved anyone?

Anyone being able to wear Nestas Mask? And put it on and off with ease when she struggles to do so? That was annoying too.

The convenience of any solution to any problem in this book…like blows my mind. You spent 1200 pages creating this world and every solution is readily available? I can’t.

Why bring the Harpy back only to kill her off in two paragraphs? Why weren’t Fury and Juniper in the books more? What the fuck is sunball? Why did they leave Baxian babysitting Avallen even after the war is over?! Bryce basically said yup, it’s all done imma go disband the Fae and live my life you all can figure it out? She only goes back there when she hears the Pegasus’ are back? Poor baxian honestly.

I hate the technology. I rlly do. The mech-suits? Stupid. The omega-boats? Why are they called that? I didn’t see a purpose for half of the things it just seemed fillery to me.

And this all happens in the span of one week…yeah okay. It felt like Bryce was in that cave with az and nest for three weeks of my life.

I just think the book is unnecessarily long. SJM loves to repeat herself 7-8 times, same sentences verbatim (because there’s 800 characters we have to get on the same page). If she cut out repeating these long ass histories the book would be a third of the length it is now. And I loved KoA but that book had better thought and planning put into it.

Lol it’s 5am and I’m ranting about CC3 ☠️ okay I’m done for now ily 💙

#cc3 notes by azsazz #cc3 spoilers

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sunwarmed-ash · 3 months

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

How's your summer? (re-edited)

So this one is old to me but might be new to y'all! I gave it a refluff!

(I had my IUD procedure this week and I'm just too tired. But here's a 9k story)

Fandom: The Office-US Ship: Ryan Howard/Jim Halpert Rating:🔞 Explicit 🔞 Tags: sex dreams, The Weight Loss: Part 2-Altered Canon, bottom Ryan, slut Ryan, top Jim, rough sex, choking, bisexual Ryan, bicurious Jim, public sex, blow jobs, club sex Preview:

"You gonna cum for me slut?" Ryan nods weakly, his head falling back and off the desk as he surrenders and lets Jim use his body. That was enough to send Jim over the edge, he snaps his hips roughly until he's filling Ryan’s ass with a groan. “M-More,” Ryan begs when he can finally get his mouth to make the words. Jim raises a sweat-drenched eyebrow. More? They had been fucking for well over an hour. Even he was starting to get sore. “You sure? Aren't you-” “Fuck me Jim, or I’ll find someone else. It’s not like there’s any shortage of people here.” And that statement has Jim’s head whipping up, catching eyes with Michael Scott, who A. Wasn't there a second ago... B. Was very much naked, and C. Was looking far too eager for his turn with Ryan... What in the- “Stop hogging Ryan, Jim!” The high-pitched whine of Kelly Kapoor's voice came from the same direction. Jim's mouth drys. When did she get- "Yeah, Jim.” Jim's eyes blow wide but refuse to look back in the direction of the indigent tone. He’d know it anywhere, and he’s already had the misfortune of seeing Michael naked, there was no WAY in Hell he was turning to see what Dwight- Jim jerks awake with a startled gasp, blinking away the remnants of the dream faster than his subconscious wanted, and realizing thankfully, (unfortunately?), it was just a dream. He may have still been at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, but he was clothed, and not fucking one temp/boss/ex-boss/fraud/receptionist Ryan Howard over his girlfriend’s desk. God, there was so much to unpack in that one thought it was enough to make him want to pass back out on his desk. A quiet chuckle to his right has him straightening up suddenly. It probably has something to do with the person it belongs to. “Day hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asleep at your desk?” Ryan tisks, “Not very professional Halpert.” He sets down a purple Support Local Arts mug on the reception counter, Pam’s mug, before turning on the overhead lights. Jim winces at the harshness of the fluorescent bulbs before glaring harshly at Ryan. “You do remember you’re not my boss anymore right? Makes your opinion kinda obsolete, Fire-d guy.” The nickname is lame, admittedly, but he knows how it gets under Ryan’s skin. Something dangerous flashes in Ryan’s eyes, his smile turns coy. “Ouch, not really a morning person, are ya Jim? I bet Pam likes it though, right?” Jim’s neck flushes pink and his dick twitches traitorously in his pants. He clenches his fist until his nails bite into his hand. It's 6:32 am. Jim has been here since 5. Ryan has been here exactly two minutes and he’s already exceeded Jim’s tolerance for bullshit. Jim lets his clenched hand fall against the desk with a slap before standing abruptly. Ryan sits in response. Jim’s eyebrows raise curiously. It was too early to try and unpack what that was, and he really needs to get his thoughts off his dream if he had a prayer of surviving work today. He swallows down the final dregs of his coffee just for an excuse to leave the room.

#sinful sunday #jim/ryan #the office #jim x ryan #jim halpert #ryan howard #the office us #ryan x jim #jim halpert x ryan howard #ryan howard x jim halpert #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #buy me a coffee?#links in pinned #i post new stuff every sunday #reblogs are free ways to support me!

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leonscape · 1 year

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critiquing + ranking the ikepri outfits this year

although no one asked, i just wanted to give my thoughts on them. i’m not a fashion student or anything so perhaps i shouldn’t be writing this but it’s an opinion piece so whatever. also my feelings about the character won’t affect my thoughts, this is just about the outfits. with that said, just know that i don’t really like camouflage; it’s very hard to pull off and too much of it looks a little meh. nobody in the fandom agrees on who looks the best but it’s okay. this is not meant to hate, i am just giving my opinion, feedback if you will. the artists and everyone working on this worked hard and i appreciate their work.

anyways let’s get into it going left to right

first we have gilbert

he’s not the worse offender, but it’s still hard for me to look at and say i like it. the camo is hidden under the layers which i think is nice because it’s more a little more subtle but still central. i don’t get the blue jewels tho is he trying to match with silvio? did he steal it from silvio? anyways i also cant hate the mesh jacket. i was thinking that it should be plain but now i think that his outfit as a whole would look too plain if it didn’t have the designs on them.

i’d honestly rate his outfit a 6/10

next we have clavis leopard guy

idk man this ain’t it. i don’t get their obsession with animal print like i get that it’s their animal crest and whatnot but it’s just ugh😩 it’s a personal thing but i think they’re kinda ugly. bro looks like it’s 2015 and he got that leopard print shirt from forever 21. the purple and the camo together just ain’t it either, despite him having the least amount of camo. i do like that his accessories are cohesive and he’s keeping his multiple belt aesthetic. he said “emma’s showing tummy so im showing tummy too” but overall, the outfit just kinda looks awkward.

it’s gonna be a solid 3/10 for me sorry

chevaliers outfit deserves to be burned im sorry

the worst offender. go to jail do not pass go and do not collect $200. y’all did not just layer animal print with camouflage. in my opinion the prints clash because camouflage is already a busy print with multiple colors. you add that to the tiger print and it just doesn’t make sense anymore. i think maybe it would’ve been more cool if the vest was camo and the lapel/cuff parts were black? or that gold color that’s already on it? i do like the jewels on his cropped jacket tho, it matches his accessories and adds a bit more flavor to that cream white.

-10/10 just no

i’m doing emma this time and i don’t like this outfit

genuinely don’t know what’s going on here. i’m very confused. is the blue parts supposed to be denim? why are there two different animal prints attached to her hip? and why fur? nothing is working together it’s like they were all assigned a group project but everyone misunderstood what they agreed on and they started to work on completely different things and when it was time to present, they just mixed it all together and hoped that it would work. i do like the denim x camo thing tho i think that could work

4.5/10 i think…

next leon

slayed. the camo isn’t in your face obnoxious and it doesn’t clash with the other elements of the outfit. this is definitely leon redemption arc from last year’s outfit. i like that the camo is able to stand on its own! his white sleeveless turtleneck provides a sort of canvas for the camo and i think it’s great. however i don’t really like chunky jewelry/accessories so the chains don’t really do it for me i think it would’ve been cool if they did dog tags or something because they went with a military kind of vibe with the camo.

you know what? 8/10 it was good it’s easy to look at and hard to hate also it’s a big step up from last time.

up next we got licht

i’m not sure how i feel about his blue with the camo. emma’s blue denim thing she has going on looks more grunge and that kinda works with the camo imo. but licht just looks like he could be a university student? there’s a lot of layers and i wonder if he’s getting hot in there 😹 when i first saw it, i was talking to a friend and i said he looks so boxy, he looks like a transformer about to say “autobots roll out” and then transform into a radio or something 💀 also why is he wearing an attach-on fur tail?

there’s some color clashing layers going on and he’s like an onion with all those layers 5/10

finally we have silvio and im tired of this camo theme

at this point i don’t even know what’s going on anymore. there’s so many shades of blue and im not sure i like it. y’all got dark blue, turquoise, and teal, and even his hair is like minty blue? i guess that’s just his aesthetic his color palette. his jacket is sparkly already but he had to add some sparkly jewels too lol. the square patch of camo just feels kind of slapped on there? i know they love their animal prints but maybe swap the Dalmatian print dog collar for a camo bandana? he can wear it around his neck like how dogs do 😹 it also switches it up a bit because literally almost everyone is wearing necklaces and you’re running out of ideas because leon is already doing the chunky layered chains.

4/10 that’s all

also i feel like if they wanted to have some color, they should try some colored camo

so in conclusion:

best

1. leon

2. gilbert

3. licht

4. emma

5. silvio

6. clavis

7. chevalier

worst

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