#YOUR FUCKING SOURCE IS DAVE

[corvidterror]

TT: Alright testing this shit out. Go off, king.

CG: ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMANS-

TG: dude you really cant help yourself pitch flirting with our followers

TG: or the swimz server

TG: really laying it all out here

CG: IT'S CALLED A BIT, YOU HUMORLESS SHITNUGGET. I'M GOING TO FUCKING BAN YOU FROM EVEN TALKING IN OUR OWN HEADSPACE.

TT: Good luck with that, shouty. <3

CG: HAL YOU'RE EVEN WORSE-

GT: Friends, what the devil did i just walk into?

CG: THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN WE TYPE OUR THOUGHTS DIRECTLY TO A FUCKING TUMBLR POST.

#welcome to a day in the headspace #gckhgc #test post #dirkposting #KARKAT TEXT POST #I'M TAGGING YOU AS DAVE #whatever dude my name is seth #YOUR FUCKING SOURCE IS DAVE #hes not actually flirting by the way im just fucking with him #hal.txt #shane talks #dirk fictive #karkat fictive #dave fictive #jake fictive #hal fictive #swimz server

[kaleuh]

Alright i'm hopping on the bandwagon, if you get a bingo you legally have to comment/tag to let me know what row it was

#or let me know if we have any favorites overlap at all + mutuals i want to see your charts too 👀 #there are favorites that i didn't put here; too many cases where the Characters are amazing but the source material is garbage #like . Karkat Vantas/Dave Strider/David Camp Camp are all v dear to me but . homestuck and camp camp just fucking suck #Kayla's personal life #favorite character bingo

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

I havent read Adrian’s entry in the other Whos Who so I dont know if this changed because this version wasnt written by Paul Kupperberg or Marv Wolfman since neither of them were credited but in the first entry I saw of him Adrian is canonized as having been one of those people who were very left in the 60s (even actually being called a leftist) and then turned into a republican when he got older BECAUSE HE LIKE, GOT REAL, MAN!

This is actually mentioned by Blackthorn in issue 49 but I kind of thought she might be referring to Just him being a Super Nice DA (because that happened a few times in past issues).

(though obviously calling him a bleeding heart makes it obvious what she means)

I really like this for him. Its very fitting for Adrian’s character to have been the kind of person that thinks they grew out of leftism

#it also sounds like he literally ran out of the money being a cool progressive lawyer and that also influenced him changing his politics #Also yeah I know that first image is fucking unreadable I just wanted to make it obvious what Im sourcing that from and also #I like Adrian's big two page spread character illustration #Peacemakers there !!! Killing Dave !!! #Why do you as a man have another man in your big two page spread character illustration- #(Adrian's in Peacemaker's too : ) ) #Also I know this desc doesnt actually call him a republican but trust me hes a republican #Its pretty clear in 1983 what Adrian's politics are #And Theyre Not Good ! #though of course he could also just be a liberal but. he has vibes #Also Adrian being a former leftist explains more about why Homeless Avenger got to him so much #I SAID ALL THAT AND REALIZED BLACKTHORN WAS REFERRING TO HIM BEING THE DA. #STILL. STILL ALSO CALLING HIM A LIBERAL -

[bunniepetals]

Ghejehrhrd I HATE when I'm doing stuff and have to write that sportsy's not like his source z.z

Unfortunately, due to tiktok, I am very much going to write it down so people aren't upset when he's not like his source

#Ajfjejsndkdnd #obviously alters arent there source but sportsy is like...very different. has too much energy and very nice #and that lead to a different jack and dave being assholes to soda z.z #so now i just say 'not like his source' z.z like...in our intro it says it #also its weird how hes the only one who got bothered for being 'a fucking softie' #like...in my source i built nukes and spent my life trying to murder someone which ended up in the destruction of the world. #now im just a chill dude. #and yet sportsy is the one who gets bothered for being a softie #ughdjfufhdhdh #jack rambles #jack vents #<- just cause. #If youre going to be mean to anyone in the system. be mean to me. #does this make sense? probably not but it is midnight and im annoyed

[thewertsearch]

>WV: Search for power source. You ate that delicious green nuclear rock earlier in the day, even though it feels like it was more than a year ago.

WV seems completely immune to radiation, which is a lucky break for him.

It's also a weird trait for Sburb to give its NPCs, but I guess it makes sense when you remember they're supposed to explore post-apocalyptic worlds.

Guess there's nothing to do but wait it out.

Lmao. I…. guess that’s a plan?

The problem isn't getting the uranium, it's using it. I didn't spot any convenient Mr. Fission reactor to toss it into, so I don't know what he's supposed to do with the thing once he has it.

He is so impatient. Doesn't he realize how time consuming it is preparing for the holidays? […] Wait… you almost forgot, it's still April, and nowhere near the holiday season. You guess all this wintry weather tricked you into thinking it was. But wait! Even THAT doesn't make any sense, since it never snowed on your island, and you were never able to connect it with the holiday season! […]

Sorry Hussie, there's no way to make this make sense – but I don't care, and neither do you. We’re long overdue for Jade’s alchemy session, so Christmas in April it is.

Karkat cannot be conveyed with a more detailed portrait yet. He is too angry, and is forced to look like shit.

This should have been Karkat's first appearance in the comic.

Hell yes.

Does it have a jpegifying aura, like the SORD.....? Maybe it turns the presents left underneath it into jpegs themselves.

TG: yes perfect GG: it is the prettiest tree i have ever seen!!!!! TG: ok im going to torrent you another like negative billion artifact grists GG: ok great! GG: everything about that makes total sense

The funniest thing about this is that we already know Jade's a talented artist - and therefore, the only logical explanation for these abominations is that Dave's been tutoring her.

GG: is this conksucky enough TG: its the conksuckiest piece of fucking shit that ever still somehow qualified as a boot GG: <3

I was right! She's an apprentice SBaHJist!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s105 #3138

[tanadrin]

Imagine one day a new social trend starts spreading. It’s something unbelievably dumb. Not harmful per de, but truly silly to believe. Let’s say, I dunno, healing crystals start going mainstream. Everybody’s talking about their crystals. It becomes impolite to criticize people who believe in healing crystals. They become a big part of people’s personalities, and people on TV start talking about them, and one day years down the line politicians are debating funding for crystal-based medicine. And through it all you are sitting there going, what the fuck is happening. I thought we were all on the same page on this. You want to get along and be friendly and open minded but you cannot pretend to believe in healing crystals, this is nonsense, and when the topic comes up you refuse to lie about it. This eventually starts to have social consequences—they’re that popular!—but what can you do? You cannot pretend a lump of quartz can cure the flu or whatever. It’s just all so unbearably embarrassing.

I think what the centrist/liberal/center-left reactionary turn driven by culture war stuff feels like. And I think the key emotion is probably cringe. Not hate, not fear, though those emotions may reinforce the turn. I think in a lot of cases people who imagine themselves pretty open minded and flexible have as part of their worldview something they thought was bedrock social consensus—on the level of “healing crystals are silly woo”—so bedrock maybe that it didn’t even need to be a conceptual boundary they actually policed in their minds.

For instance, when she started her anti-trans turn, JK Rowling made a big show of not being really anti trans, just arguing that Some People Had Gone Too Far. She wasn’t a frothing religious reactionary, after all. And I believe that’s probably true! I think Rowling probably did have a mental model of sex and gender with a little bit of give in it—of the “we can humor the odd weirdo” type. But as the discussion of trans rights in the UK got more serious over her lifetime, trans people went from “the odd weirdo” to “a recognized minority,” and eventually this ran against a bedrock belief that on some level men are men and women are women and never the twain shall meet. To act otherwise was just too embarrassing. And she wasn’t going to embarrass herself in the name of political correctness.

Other people whose brains have been eaten by the anti-woke mind virus (as @eightyonekilograms calls it) have something going of the contrarian in them, who enjoys yelling “up yours, woke moralists!” or w/e. Im thinking of ppl like Glenn Greenwald here, or Dave Chapelle, people who seem not to feel alive except when people are mad at them. That’s a separate but interesting dynamic. And there are people like Graham Linehan who become totally unhinged through this process of auto-radicalization, moths drawn ever closer to a particular source of validation within their chosen reactionary subcommunity, until they are truly parodies of themselves. That is also an important dynamic, but it’s one that only takes hold after the initial turn has begun.

I think the role of that feeling of cringe, that refusal to entertain an idea because it is too embarrassing (even if it does actually have a decent body of research behind it, unlike crystals) is important to think about, because I am interested in how to get people over it. I know that feeling has affected my own thinking over my lifetime. I wasn’t raised particularly conservative, but I had to learn not to cringe at a lot of feminist thought before I could appreciate it and learn from it. I explicitly didn’t have that cringe when it came to gay people for whatever reason, so it never entered my mind that it might be a problem. I remember being surprised to learn when I was very young that some boys wanted to marry other boys, but my response was “huh. Go figure.” Because for whatever reason I had not picked up that this was something I was supposed to be grossed out by. A general doctrine of empathy, of trying to understand people on their own terms, can help forestall some of this stuff, but it’s not foolproof in either direction—I don’t want to believe crystals have healing powers if it becomes socially popular to do so, just because it is socially popular to do so! And if they do, I don’t want to not believe they do just because it is socially unpopular!

(Obviously the crystals thing is not a one to one metaphor for the trans thing, so don’t read too much into that. Maybe astrology would have been a better analogy. Also I’m not talking just about people whose reactionary turn is predicated on trans issues—I think this dynamic applies to everything from gay rights to the Tridentine Mass. But trans issues are a handy example bc, as the adage goes, somebody posts once about trans people and they never post anything normal again. I think the classic rapid-onset trans derangement syndrome is closely tied to the fact that gender norms are a really deep element of many people’s social-consensus-based worldview, and so challenged to that worldview are felt as really cringe.)

I’m curious if other people who grew more liberal in their thinking over time had a similar experience of having to overcome what was basically a feeling of embarrassment at certain ideas.

[anjaelle]

hii, can you write a dave lisewski x reader where reader is new at school and he volunteers to give her a tour of the school. Dave thinks she is really pretty and wants to be her friend, he asks questions about her and finds out that she likes comics and superhero’s just like he does and he asks her to come to his house after school to watch a new marvel movie that just came out. she says yes and they watch the movie at his house. during the movie dave just can’t keep his eyes off of her and he’s so in love with her even though he just met her.The movie ends and he walks her home because it’s getting late and he doesn’t want her to possibly get into some kind of danger. when they make it to her house( he finds out that they live close to one another) she thanks him for being so kind to her and kisses him on the cheek. he blushes and wishes her a goodnight. from then on they become great friends and maybe even more. (SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, js wanted it to be detailed so it’s easier for you!!🤭)

@baddestdu0y3t

Pairing: Dave Lizewski x New Girl!Reader

Warnings: None. Except general teen awkwardness?

a/n: Ok so I'll be honest and say that I haven't written for highschool characters since I was a highschooler myself about 10-11 years ago. So I'm admittedly a bit rusty. I probably won't make this a regular thing, because I don't really think I'm good at it haha. And I changed some things around and cut some things out for brevity, but kept the important bits. It kind of feels like a coming-of-age romcom.

(gif source)

--x--

Dave would happily get stabbed and hit by a car twenty more times if it meant he wouldn't have to deal with the current situation he was in. He'd dripped oil from his bacon egg and cheese in his lap, and tried to clean the stain with soap and water, which created an almost bigger stain. The hand dryer in the mens room wasn't working, there were no paper towels, and he was running late to homeroom. Todd gave him a sympathetic pat on the back and offered the ever-helpful comment, "Don't freak. It'll dry eventually."

But it'd been a half hour, and it hadn't dried completely. A few people passed him with looks of disgust.

This day was already turning out to be shit, and it was only 9 AM. He shoved his head in his locker, wishing that a sinkhole would form in the middle of the school and swallow him whole. As the hallway cleared, he noticed you looking down at at a paper and distractedly walking in one direction before turning a corner and disappearing. You then turned back around and walked past him again in the other direction, with a furrowed brow and a pouting lower lip. When you turned to pass him a third time, he closed his locker and awkwardly leaned up against it.

"Hey! Are you lost?" He nearly shouted at you. You stopped short, startled out of whatever daze you were in, and looked at him as if you didn't even notice there was another person in the hall until now. Any plans he had to have a normal conversation left him immediately. He cut his eyes away from you. It was like staring into the sun.

"Hi." You re-adjusted your bag on your shoulder, "And yeah. This school is way bigger than my old one and I'm kinda turned around."

"Oh, yeah, totally, for sure. It's--yeah, it's big." He said awkwardly pulling at the straps of his backpack, "I mean, the school is big. The halls are big. It's a maze. Even I still get lost sometimes, and I've been here almost 4 years."

God, Dave, shut the fuck up.

You giggled at him and he felt his cheeks warm at the sound of it.

"Um, can you help me?" You asked, quirking your head to get a better look at him.

"Sure. Yeah, I can walk you to your next class."

You smiled at him and he smiled back, revealing the cutest dimples you'd ever seen.

"What about your class?"

He peeked at your schedule and his brows disappeared under the curls on his forehead, "We have the same homeroom. So we'll be going the same way."

He was very different from the boys you talked to at your previous school. You thought of what your old friends would say about him. You weren't super popular or anything, but you navigated most social spaces with relative ease. It also meant hiding a lot of yourself. Dave had a kind face and warm eyes that studied you with a sense of eager curiosity that flattered you. Incidentally, you were curious about him too.

When you introduced yourself to him and shook his hand, you noticed immediately how strong his grip was and his calloused palms. Most guys you knew with hands like those played contact sports. He didn't seem like the type, at first glance. He seemed to notice your surprise but didn't quite understand the reason behind it.

"Sorry if my hands are sweaty," he said, instinctively wiping them on his pants.

You rushed to ease his fears, "No they weren't! You're fine." And then, "Do you play sports?"

"Nope. I mean...sometimes I play Wii Tennis. I don't know if that counts though."

You giggled again, "I think that counts."

Interesting. Maybe he did woodworking or mechanic stuff like your dad. You made a mental note for later.

You both strolled down the hall in no real rush to make it to your destination as you talked. He was incredibly animated and spoke with his hands when he got into the groove of the conversation. And when you talked about your old school or your family, he actively listened and asked even more questions.

"You're really cool," he finally said, breathlessly. If you could visibly blush, you're sure you would've. You've been called a lot of things, but never "cool" with such earnestness. "I just wish I'd met you when I didn't have bacon stains on my pants."

He looked down at himself again and grimaced at his own misfortune. You could almost laugh at how resigned he was. Like this was just an everyday thing he had to deal with.

"You could just do what the girls do when we have stains on our pants," you suggested. He quirked a questioning brow and you motioned with your hands. "Tie your hoodie around your waist. It'll hide the stain pretty well, I think."

His eyes widened like you'd revealed the secrets of the universe to him, "I...didn't even think of that."

He immediately took his backpack off and dropped it to the ground to unzip his hoodie. When you noticed his tee shirt, you heard an eager gasp slip from you before you could really stop it. His shirt had the different sketched out iterations of Batman's costume designs over the years, which included a mix of his comic and movie suits.

"I just really like your shirt." You explained as he tied his sweater around his waist. "I was raised in a DC household. My dad has a big box of old school batman comics in our basement that I used to poke through when I was a kid."

His face lit up at your confession, "You like comic books?"

"I used to. I mostly just watch the movies now. The good ones, anyway." You said, shrugging. In truth, you hadn't picked a comic up since middle school. You missed reading them sometimes, but you never really had anyone to talk about them with. So you just stopped. You explained as much to him and he hummed in thought.

"Well, you can always talk about them with me. Do you like Marvel, too?"

You scrunched your nose up at him and he gasped.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't help but laugh at his dismayed expression, "I just think most Marvel movies are corny. And the comics can be a little soap opera-y to me. Maybe I'll give the comics another try, but I don't think I've seen any recent movies other than Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok."

When he thought about it, he couldn't really blame you for feeling that way, "If you had to choose, would you say that those were your favorites?"

"Nope," you admitted, "My favorite is Captain America: The Winter Soldier."

"And not Civil War? That one's my favorite."

You shook your head as you both approached the door to your homeroom, "I may have only seen it in parts. I don't really remember it."

He bounced on the balls of his feet nervously and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Well if you wanted...we could watch it at my house next Saturday. Only if you want. My dad and my friend Todd will be there, so it won't be just us. But they won't be weird either. At least, I don't think so."

You smiled at him as he babbled on, only reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "Let me ask my mom. She might ask for your dad's number, if that's okay?"

A small smile graced his pretty face.

He nodded, "Totally."

Todd wasn't super happy with the idea of you joining their movie night. But Dave watched him warm up to you until you were both practically friends, too. He felt a twinge of jealousy at how quickly you two got along, but he summed that up to just how friendly and easy to talk to you were. He knew the movie front to back, so he couldn't help but watch you study the movie with deep interest to see how you reacted to his favorite parts. When all was said and done, the three of you sat in the living room discussing Civil War and if you were Team Cap or Team Stark. You all seemed to be in agreement that Tony was a war criminal who indoctrinated child soldiers. But you all were in disagreement about whether Tony deserved to have his ass kicked by two super soldiers.

"He literally didn't even know that he did anything wrong!" You argued to Todd, who rolled his eyes.

"You're only saying that about Bucky because you think he's hot."

"Maybe so," you admitted, "but my point still stands. He was brainwashed, he wasn't responsible."

"So you wouldn't be upset if I killed your parents, and Dave knew but hid it from you, and then beat you up when you found out?" The blond asked, popping a pretzel in his mouth, "I dunno. I'd be pretty upset."

"That's different, Dave would tell me." You responded with a coy wink at your new best friend.

Todd groaned, "You think he'd throw me under the bus for you?"

"I mean--" Dave cut in, pushing himself from the couch to stand to his feet and stretch, "--she is really pretty. And she smells nice. You're not as pretty and you just smell like Axe."

Todd gasped in mock hurt and you motioned to yourself as if to say "look at the material."

When 9:00 hit, you said goodbye to Dave's father who invited you and your family back for dinner, and hugged Todd goodbye.

"You're still wrong about Tony." He mumbled.

"You're in denial."

"You're In denial."

When you broke away to hug Dave he hesitated, "I was going to walk you home if that's okay with you. No pressure. I just...Uber is expensive on Saturday nights, and I know you don't live too far. But I don't want you to feel unsafe."

You noticed Todd shoot an odd glance at Dave before schooling his features. You made another mental note, but nodded.

"Sure, thanks."

You still weren't used to how long city blocks were. So even though you lived only a few blocks away, it felt like so much longer. Despite everything, you were surprised by how quiet this section of Manhattan was at night. Some people milled about, either going to or coming from someplace else. The air was brisk enough to add a jolt of energy to your system, but it still wasn't so cold that you felt any rush to get home.

"So what's up with the callouses?" You suddenly asked. Dave seemed confused by the question, so you grabbed his hand and held it up to him, then turned his hands over to show his reddened knuckles.

"Oh. I-I'm a...boxer. I box." He stammered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Only my dad and Todd don't know. So don't, like, bring it up around them. They'd freak out."

You hummed, "Okay."

He let out a sigh of relief. A sharp gust of wind from a passing wind tunnel chilled you to the bone, and you looped your arm through his.

"Oh!" You said, surprised.

"Are you cold?" He leaned in closer to you, "We can walk faster if you want."

"I just..my hands are a bit cold." That didn't explain the way you were wrapped around his arm like a boa constrictor. But he didn't seem to mind. He shifted his hand in his sweater pocket.

"There's some room."

You felt your stomach flutter when his hand brushed against yours in his sweater pocket. The flutter turned into a rapid thud when his fingers laced through yours. Despite how ice cold your hands were, he didn't pull away.

"Is that okay?" He asked, shyly, fully prepared to move his hand if you objected. You gave his fingers a small squeeze.

"It's great, actually."

You carried on the casual conversation for another few blocks before stopping at a newly renovated brownstone. He realized then that your family definitely had more money than his.

"Here we are."

You slipped your hand out of his grasp when you realized you still had it in his pocket.

"So...I'll see you monday?" He asked, fidgeting with a loose piece of string on his sleeve.

"Of course."

"Awesome."

"Yeah."

You looked him over one last time before you parted ways. He was your first real friend since you moved, but you still felt like there was so much about him that you didn't know. Not because he was particularly secretive, but because you felt like there was more to him than he let on. You unconsciously reached up and moved a curl away from his eyes. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, in response.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," you said, "I just think you're really cool, Dave Lizewski."

His smile bloomed into a wide grin, exposing the deep dimples in his cheeks. "You're cool, too. Probably the coolest person I know, actually."

Your heart was thudding in your ears when you leaned up to press a gentle, lingering kiss to his cheek. Before you pulled away, you heard him gasp softly in surprise.

You suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and checked to see that it was your mom asking where you were.

You usually let your mom know ahead of time when you were on your way home, but you felt uncharacteristically out of sorts. You shot her a quick text letting her know you were outside.

"I hate to do this," you said, finally breaking him out of his stupor, "I really have to go now. Mom's asking questions. Text me when you get home, okay, Curly?"

You gently touched his arm and climbed the steps of your house to the front door. He gave you a weak thumbs up, but he still stared at you with a shocked, flushed face. "G-gotcha."

"And don't forget."

"I won't. I promise."

When you finally shut the door behind you, you peeked out of the small eyehole to watch as he touched his face in surprise and walked down the street in the wrong direction.

#jaelle writes #aaron taylor johnson x black!reader #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #atj x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader

[gaymurdersalad]

Hey Jack can you give us a tour inside your house??

>Oh oh ohohohoh!! Allow me, asker! I’ve been studying Sportsy’s floor plan for years! Imma reliable source, I even know where all his furniture is!!

>Here’s the map I drew on my seventh visit!

>You got two porches, one in the front and one in the back; his little livin’ room, got a couch, a tv, and a little table with two chairs; his kitchen is connected to his livin’ room and it’s got a window in the wall that looks onto the livin’ room too, how cool is that?! Next you got his hallway where his bedroom, his bathroom, and a storage closet reside. Standard bathroom, I’m in here right now, just shaved with his razor blades since I left mine in an alley somewhere in Nebraska! He’s got his orange face paint in here and his cheap cologne too, oh man, this shit smells so good…

[ HUGE, UNGODLY, OTHERWORLDLY SNIFFING NOISE ]

>I digress, Asker! The storage closet just has some blankets and old clothes. Next is his bedroom. Oh, his bedroom. He’s got this king sized bed and the mattress is squeaky as hell! I dunno how the fucker sleeps! Sheets are covered in orange. Pillowcases too. Clothes all over his floor, all over his dressers, which are full of sweatshirts and boxers and sports bras and the like. There’s a doggo in his closet? I haven’t asked him about it. I don’t know if he knows. He’s gotta know, right? He leaves his fuckin’ half-drank pop cans and beer bottles everywhere! He’s lucky I’m a cleaner at heart. I just finish off whatever he leaves and keep the pop tabs ‘nd caps before I throw everything away.

>There’s your house tour! Hope that helps, Asker!

>Dave, you’ve been in there for an hour, get the fuck out. It should not take that long to shave, and I know you’re not shaving off that god-awful rat satche.

>Oh, please, you love it Old Sport.

>It makes me want to vomit harder than you have the past two days.

>Gah! You don’t mean that!! You don’t know what yer sayin’ Old Sport!!

#murder salad #gaymurdersalad

[david-talks-sw]

I got a good feeling about "The Acolyte"

Not even kidding. Like, I've spoken before about why I'm wary of it.

George Lucas' Star Wars is something that intentionally has black and white morality, rather than shades of gray. Those movies are meant for kids and projecting a "gray" morality onto them then proclaiming it was George's vision all along is doing so in bad faith.

The narrative of the Prequels doesn't frame the Prequel Jedi in as negative a light as Leslye Headland, Dave Filoni, etc etc do.

See here for more details, but bottom line: yeah, a show that has a darksider as the underdog is bound to demonize the Jedi (who are the actual underdogs in the Prequels), and obviously that rubs me the wrong way.

BUT.

The trailer looks fucking cool. It really really does.

And more importantly? I've done some research... and Leslye Headland is ticking a lot of good boxes, in my book.

1. The Acolyte won't be a 10-hour movie.

I've criticized Disney Plus shows before, explaining that a big source for most of their issues is that these series are being structured as "long movies" rather than, y'know, actual shows.

But in this interview with Collider, Headland addresses that: it'll be a series. Not a long movie that you need to watch across four weeks.

Thank God. You have no idea how much that comforts me. Finally a showrunner who's, y'know, actually running a show.

And this goes hand in hand with what she told IGN, here, about how she's going about building suspense.

Yes! Exactly! That's how it's supposed to be!

Like, compare this to Baylan Skoll's storyline in Ahsoka.

In no possible way was that emotionally-fulfilling. For 8 episodes we had no idea what he was after, and the season ended where we still don't know. What does he want? What is he after? Your guess is as good as mine, it's something Mortis-related.

So yeah. Maybe getting the Emmy-nominated trained screenwriter on board to run this was a good idea.

2. Maybe the Jedi will not be as demonized as I originally thought.

Don't get me wrong. 80% of what she says about the Jedi makes me cringe. It's the typical fan's interpretation and y'all know I disagree with that interpretation.

It's painful to see her refer to the Jedi as an institution (not how the Prequels' narrative frames them) and to see her frame "Balance" in the "oh there's so many of them and just two Sith, that means the Force is out of balance" meaning... but at least she acknowledges the Jedi are a benevolent institution.

They're not an "elitist force hiding in their ivory tower" as others have described the Jedi.

Moreover, there'll be a variety of Jedi POVs, many personalities.

Yord Fandar, is described as a strictly by-the-book Jedi Knight and guardian from the Jedi Temple, is an overachiever and a rule follower.

The question now becomes: will the narrative frame him as "your typical Jedi" or is it just this one guy? I'm hoping it's the latter.

I also like how her reasoning goes re: Jedi drawing their lightsabers.

Which explains the hand-to-hand combat seen in the trailer.

This teenager is coming at Carrie-Ann Moss with a dagger, of course the Jedi won't draw her saber.

3. She's a fan of Star Wars... but a screenwriter first.

You can tell in the interviews she's a fan. She's using words like "BBY" and "EU" casually. In the above-linked interviews she's bringing up the Nightsisters, Timothy Zahn, The Clone Wars, she mentions she has a tattoo of Ralph McQuarrie's concept art of Leia, the High Republic books, etc.

She's done her homework. She's a fan.

But the vibe I'm getting from these interviews is that she's weaving in these various lore-elements in a more organic way, rather than in the "fan-servicey" way Dave Filoni has been doing in his shows.

The references and Easter Eggs will be there, but the narrative won't bend over itself just so you can get it. Crafting a good story comes first, and Andor is a beautiful illustration of why this is true.

Which is why I was never bothered about one of the writers never having watched Star Wars before getting the job. You need those fresh eyes when you're tackling something of this scale.

That makes sense to me. Maybe it's because of my own screenwriting experience, but yeah. That out-of-the box perspective is precious.

And like, obviously, that writer watched the films eventually, but for some reason everyone who bitched about Headland omitted that detail and opted for a more bad faith interpretation.

Hm. Wonder why.

Maybe it's the same reason that months ago this clipped audio circulated socials without context, in which she debates whether Star Wars only came from George Lucas and only Lucas is the key.

The FULL context of that interview reveals that she's actually:

debating the "autheur director" myth and positing that it was achieved by a collective of excellent filmmakers and craftspeople that George was skilled and smart enough to recruit...

the studios now think it's a simple as hiring one guy and throwing money at him, because they have no idea what the fuck they're talking about. See Napoleon (2023) for example.

Yes, she also does a jab to the Prequels, which speaks to the generation of fans she's a part of... but overall she's giving Lucas props whilst also stating an ideological difference, that's it!

George is a proponent of the "autheur" theory, Leslye isn't.

However, guess what, in like half the talks George gave post-selling Star Wars? He's giving shoutouts to everyone who helped make the first film, even remembering their names.

So I'm not even sure he'd vehemently disagree with Leslye, in fact they'd prolly have a conversation about it and immediately bitch about how stupid studio executives are :D

But that's not as incendiary, is it? Again, the more I do the research, the more it feels like the reason most of these influencers are hating on her is purely sexist.

I mean, on IGN she's even acknowledging that she does plan on taking stock of fan reactions for Season 2.

It's not a guarantee that she'll incorporate the feedback, but at least that's more consideration than, say, JJ Abrams or Rian Johnson gave the fandom.

She's even bringing the moral ambiguity that the Gray Jedi-loving edge-lords love so much.

"No, she's a woke feminist! Anything she does is evil! Eww, girls!"

🙄

Needless to say... I'm gonna give it a shot.

I think it's gonna be a good show, I think it's gonna be a solid story.

I'm crossing my fingers that they won't as biased against the Jedi as it seems they'll be. Even if they are... if it's still an enjoyable experience, I'll gloss over it.

As @gffa states in this post:

Worst case? It's not a story from George. I can dismiss it from my headcanon without a moment's hesitation :D

#the acolyte #jedi order #star wars #leslye headland #george lucas #Youtube #discussion

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Crimson & Clover || SOA

chapter four - white balloons

warnings: stripping, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, squirting, mentions of rape, descriptions of violence, and I think that's it? Jax being protective and sweet.

summary: Things heat up at a Cara Cara party between you and Jax, igniting a whole other host of issues that culminate in something you don't expect from Dave. Again, Tara unknowingly pushes you and Jax even closer together.

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Trouble’s POV

You looked at Naomi, a glint of humor in your eyes, “Bullshit, cousin.”

“Look”- she put out her cigarette with her heel before throwing it into the yard - “you can call bullshit all you want but I’m absolutely fucking telling you, it fucking works. Not all of us are blessed with such clear and flawless skin.” She lovingly tacked on, “ You bitch.”

Both of you started laughing as you sat on your Aunt’s porch. 

Naomi had come by the bar to get you, your Aunt’s treatments taking a second pair of hands. After that you decided to stay for a bit. Naomi was a lot of things but she was still family that you had grown up with during the summers. If anyone knew the shit you went through, it was her. Once your aunt fell asleep the two of you headed outside to smoke a cigarette and shoot the shit. And now? Now she was giving you some bullshit skincare routine that she swore by. It was nice spending time with her, when wasn’t being absolutely disgusting about telling you all about the ins and outs of her sex life. 

Her eyes fell on you when it got quiet. A small smile fell on her lips, “So what’s going on with you and Jax Teller, cousin? Word around town, he’s got a thing for you judging by what happened at Cara Cara.”

“How the fuck do you know about what happened at Cara Cara?”

“Please, someone beats down Tara, someone so untouchable, and walks away? Hanging out at Teller and Morrow is gonna give a bit of insight, honey.”

You closed your eyes and groaned internally until Naomi’s voice snapped your attention back to her, “So, wasn’t it true, what I told you? Isn’t he fucking hu”-

-”Nope! We are not doing that!”

Naomi let out a cackle of a laugh before throwing out there, “Fuck you cousin. Been trying to nail that down for years and you roll into town all fresh faced and badass on your bike and he throws caution to the goddamn wind. The boys always did like you better. So, c’mon then. Out with it. I want it from the source, not from fucking Tig after he gets laid by yours truly.”

“Jesus Christ Naomi. You love a cut a little too much.”

You lit another cigarette as she exclaimed, “Apparently you do too, so fucking spill.”

So, you did. 

You told her how Shiv and Lyla lured you out there on false pretenses, fed you shots until you were proper drunk, and pushed you in the direction of Jax Teller. 

You had run into him, literally. He caught you with his arms finding a home wrapped around your waist before smiling, “Well, if it isn’t trouble. What brings you here, anyway?”

“Shiv and Lyla like to make emergencies”- you turned to look at them, drunkenly raising your voice - “that don’t actually EXIST! Then, when I got here, and prepared to chew them out for wasting my time, they proceeded to fill me with alcohol and then pushed me over here because I refused to talk to you. And now here I am, talking to you. Isn’t that fun?”

Jax rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it to try and smother a bit of laughter at your explanation. His eyes never left you the entire time though. You were too fucking beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol and the heat, eyes alight with mischief. Not to mention the way you walked in had nearly given him a heart attack. You were wearing your leather riding boots, jean shorts so short your plentiful ass was nearly spilling out the bottom, with a white tank top underneath your leather jacket. He wanted to push those shorts to the side and fuck you on sight. Then, you looked right at him with those fucking eyes and had the nerve to walk in the opposite direction. After he subdued his laughter, Jax looked at you, “Suppose it could be.”

Your eyes were unwavering as you slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt, the other grabbing a fistful of his short blonde hair, “Look at that…I would still have something to grab onto.”

Jax didn’t care at this moment who saw, he took your words as an invitation and leaned down. Your nails bit into the skin of his stomach as he kissed you. Your lips parted with a moan and he hungrily ran his tongue along your bottom lip before moving further to taste you. Your tongue joined his to get a rise out of him. Then, suddenly, a room full of wolf whistles and yelps interrupted both of you. Shiv and Lyla stood off to the side of the room, looking like cats that caught the fucking canary. And you? Suddenly you were feeling shy, heat creeping along your neck as you buried your face in his chest. And Jax? Ever the gentleman he lifted you up and carried you into one of the set rooms for some privacy. 

As he set you down, a wave of confidence washed over you. 

He leaned down to kiss you again and you placed a finger over his lips to stop him. Confusion washed over his face until you gave a playful push against him and nodded to the chair, “Why don’t you sit down, Jax?”

That beautiful smile appeared on his face, “I like the way you sound saying my name like that, trouble.”

You watched as he sat down and looked at you with a hint of confusion, before your hips started swaying to the heavy beat that came from the party, “You know how I met Lyla right?”

Jax wasn’t sure, and he was distracted by the way your hips rolled while you slowly slipped out of your jacket. His mouth felt dry at the sight of you in that white tank top. Your tits fell perfectly beneath them, the cool air causing those nipples to harden against the fabric. Your hands played with your shirt, lifting the fabric for him to get a peek at your tattoos and a bit of toned flesh before letting it fall. Fucking tease. He cleared his throat, “Can’t say I do, trouble. But uh, Lyla isn’t exactly what I want to talk about.”

“Met her working at a strip club, Mr. Vice President.” 

Jax could feel his blood pounding, what you were doing making more sense to him. He shifted in the chair. A smile appeared on your lips and you tilted your head, “Like what you see, sir?”

“Fucking hell, trouble.”

A look of satisfaction rolled over your face as you spotted his knuckles turning white as he clung to the arm rests of the chair. You had him right where you wanted him and both of you knew it. You held the power. A look of awe mixed with hunger came over Jax’s face as you lifted your leg and pressed your heel into his chest, “Now be a good boy, and stay right here for me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else right now, trouble.” His eyes watched as you removed your booted foot from his chest, a breath rushing into him as you began to move again. He faintly recognized the song playing from the other room but fuck he didn’t care. Jax swallowed as you came closer to him, his dick straining already and you hadn’t so much as fucking touched him. You looked like a whole fucking dream come to life. 

Your eyes looked over him, lingering at the obvious arousal between his legs. A wicked smile made its way to your face. Try as you might, you couldn’t look away.  Jax groaned at the realization, “Like what you see, trouble? Come a little closer and you’ll like it a whole lot more.”

A laugh escaped you at his words but you regained your composure quickly, a smile lingering on his lips at your reaction. He watched as you slowly straddled him and a guttural sound slipped out as you rolled your hips again, dragging your weight ever so slightly against him. You leaned into him, Jax relishing in the way your body felt pressed against his, just to whisper in his ear, “I think you like what you see a whole lot more, Jax.”

His retort died in his mouth as you began rocking your hips the same time your teeth dragged along his neck before you bit down into his skin, your tongue running over the same patch of freshly bitten flesh right after. The action caused his hips to drive up almost involuntarily. A moan escaped your lips and sounded perfect to his ears. You sat back up and continued teasing him, satisfied at how his eyes were hooded with lust. You took his hand and drew the tips of his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You continued moving on him as your tongue and mouth slowly took his fingers to show what a good girl you could be. Then you took those wet fingers of his and dragged them down your chin, across the expanse of your neck, along your collarbone and to the edge of your tank top. It was then that something snapped in Jax. His self control. 

Jax yanked at the tank top so that cool air washed over your tits and hungrily he leaned in to take one into his mouth, his tongue working your nipple as his other hand roughly played with the other. Your back arched, pressing you into him more as your hands found his hair and grabbed harshly at the roots. A surge of arousal escaped you as hung onto him, his mouth working to devour you. 

Right around the same time, Tara had showed up at Cara Cara. She had found out about the wrap party by happenstance and wasn’t invited but it didn’t matter. All the guys looked in her direction and Opie walked over, “Tara what are you doing here?”

Tara came to a stop and looked at Opie, “Trying to find Jax, Ope. You see him anywhere?”

“Yeah, but”- he looked away from her and clicked his tongue against his teeth -“no place you probably want to see him, Tara. C’mon, why are you here? Last he mentioned, the two of you weren’t together.”

That set a fuse within Tara. She pushed against him and turned to look around. There were only so many rooms and only one of them was closed. She walked over and cracked the door just a bit to peer inside. Then, her eyes landed on the two of you. An anger swelled up inside of her as she saw Jax meeting your every movement, curses of pleasure coming out of his mouth against your chest as you held onto him with your life. She backed away from the door as she heard Jax grunt out, “God I’ve wanted you so bad, trouble, since the second I saw you.”

A strangled cry of pleasure ripped from him and you silenced him with your mouth as his hands gripped your thighs hard, “Went home and jacked off to the thought of you first day.”

Tara turned and saw Shiv and Lyla off to the side, talking to each other and laughing up a storm. She stormed over and cleared her throat. Shiv’s eyes landed on her without a care. Lyla though? She looked confused as to why Tara was here and asked, “Can I help you?”

Tara grimaced, “Is it your slutty ass friend in there all over Jax?”

“Excuse me?” Lyla looked like she had been slapped.

Shiv though? A look of anger crossed her face. 

Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening, Jax’s hands undid the buttons of your shorts. You tilted your hips to give him better access as he slid down the zipper and his fingers pushed against the wetness of your arousal before sinking into you. A cry escaped you as Jax bit the exposed flesh beneath your clavicle, dragging his tongue along the delicate bone. A look of adoration grew on his face as you began to ride his fingers, his voice gruff, “Gonna feel s’good wrapped around my cock soon, aren’t you trouble?”

As soon as you nodded, he took his hand away and left you feeling achingly empty. He lifted you up though and carried you with hands wrapped around your legs. Roughly, you slammed into the wall and he used the positioning to unbutton his pants and pull them down just enough to free himself before using his hand to pull those shorts to the side. He lined up with you and held you there, the wetness of your arousal teasing him and the feel of him barely prodding driving you crazy. His eyes locked with yours, “You sure you want this?”

Your eyes were wild before you kissed him and nodded, “M’sure, Jax. Please. I- I need this.”

And then, just as he was about to thrust into you, claim what he wanted for so long, Chibs burst through the door without realizing and blurted out, “Jackie boy, we n”- his eyes landed on the two of you and immediately pulled away - “fucking christ, sorry. Believe me, I would ne’er dream of interruptin’, but it’s Tara, Jackie boy and Shiv is ou’ there and you gotta get Tara out o’ here before we’re hidin’ a body.”

Jax nearly growled into your neck, “Fucking hell. Of course.”

While you were flustered for a variety of reasons at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Especially noticing the awkward state Chibs found himself in when you dared to peek over Jax’s shoulder. You swallowed the sound and said teasingly, “He’ll be out in a second, Chibs.”

“Right. Course.”

As the sound of the door shutting hit both of you, Jax let you down and was quick to tuck himself into his jeans and zip up. Meanwhile, you were still pulling yourself together as he bolted out of the door. You walked out hugging your leather jacket to your frame and watched as Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, clearly trying to get her to go to the door and get her out of there. That was when Tara’s eyes landed on you. She yanked her arm free from Jax and quickly found herself in front of you, “I don’t know what kind of claim you think you have, but after he has his way with you like the whore y”-

Silence. That’s what washed over the room. The music turned down. Anyone who was still talking very quickly hushed. You didn’t slap Tara. You didn’t push her. No. You were someone who held your own and no one, NO ONE, would dare disrespect you like that. Especially not directly to your face. Tara caught a right hook. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that. Her hand cradled her nose as she gasped in pain. You flexed your fist and looked at her, “I don’t know what set of balls you think you have, but after I have my way with you, there won’t be any left. Now, why won’t you let everyone see your  pretty new face?”

As if trying to prove something, Tara’s eyes grew steely and her hand lowered for the blood to run down her chin. She spoke up, “Think you’re so fucking tough, don’t you?”

“No, I just like to think I know my worth. And a bitch when I see one.”

There was one sound. Laughter. Your eyes very quickly landed on Shiv, who looked positively gleeful. Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, “Come on Tara, you should get out of here.”

Suddenly, you also wanted to get out of there. You walked behind them, your keys for your bike in hand, suddenly feeling more clear headed than you had in some time. You were still walking behind them even outside. The gravel crunched under your boots. Then, they came to a slow stop in front of you. Jax groaned, “Tara, c’mon. You gotta go home. You’re not wanted here.”

A brief look of anger flashed across her face. She looked over her shoulder at you. Then she feigned dizziness and stumbled backwards, into your bike. Your bike was something you loved. It had custom parts, and was modified by Flint. He’d given it to you four years ago. You watched as it fell over, a crunch being heard from the side that hit the ground. That bike was your pride and joy and seeing her do that, you snapped. 

Jax’s voice sounded aggravated as he simply exclaimed, “Tara, seriously?”

She didn’t get a chance to defend herself though as you slammed your body into hers and took her down to the ground. The surprise of it allowed you to get her on back, your weight on her torso pinning her down. Next thing anyone knew you were throwing a punch at  her face. Then another. Tara’s hands frantically reached for anything that could help her. She tried to hit you in the ribs, and your response was to pin your knees further up to lessen the movement of her arms. You landed another punch.

Jax had gone back inside to grab help. The next thing you knew, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled as you went to take another swing. Juice was holding you, tightening his grip as you tried to pull away more. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice from the people who followed. You were relatively untouched. Tara though, when Jax helped her up both eyes were beginning to swell shut and she had a busted lip to match her busted nose. You struggled to break free. Instead, you tried to cool off. 

Jax guided Tara to her car and you heard her speak up, “I can hardly see, Jax. Could you drive me home?”

“Yeah Tara, I got you. C’mon.”

…a strange anger welled up inside of you. You knew, just like he knew, he could get a prospect to send her home. He was choosing her in this moment. You thought of what she hadn’t quite got the chance to say. Once he had his way with you, he’d go back to her.It bothered you for more reasons than you wanted to admit. 

At that moment Juice had made the mistake of letting you go, thinking you’d cooled off. 

Instead you took that moment to head in the direction of Jax and Tara and Juice barely caught you in time and Tara turned around to look at you, and you spit at her feet, flipping both Tara and Jax off. You pushed Juice off of you and went over to your bike, the smaller pieces that broke falling off as you pulled it up. Cranking the engine, you sped out of the place, throwing up bits of gravel at them. 

“Anyway, that’s what happened Naomi. Hope it lived up to your expectations.” You finished your cigarette and added it to the butt pile on the corner of the porch.

“Well that explains it then.”

You stood slowly and eyed her, “Explains what?”

“Oh”- a throaty smoker's laugh escaped her -“all the guys are calling you million dollar baby at the clubhouse right now. Definitely fitting, now that I know the full story. So, has Jax called you yet?”

“Not exactly.”

“Maybe I still have a shot then.”

“Yeah, maybe you do, Naomi.”

 “So, if not exactly, what happened?”

You rocked on your heels, a look of guilt washing over your face. Naomi’s eyes squinted at you, “What did he do? What did you do? You know what” - she held her hands up - “not my idiots, not my circus.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, Naomi.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at her, pissed off at you it appeared. You scoffed before laughing, “C’mon, you’ve been constantly talking to me about his dick, and you really don’t want to know what happened next?”

She looked at you near begrudgingly before groaning, “Obviously.”

Sitting back in your seat, you cleared your throat, “He showed up later that night, banged on my door till I opened up.”

You were sleeping heavily. The toll of the night hit after your shower, your bed beckoning you. Falling into it, you stood no chance. The sound of his fist on the door jolted you from sleep. As you jumped up, your hand grabbed at the gun you slept with next to your bed. Once you looked around your room and came to your senses, you realized someone woke you up. Someone banging on your door. And then you heard it. Jax’s voice outside “Trouble! C’mon beautiful, open up, yeah? M’sorry about earlier. Just wanted to get her out of there.”

Ignoring him, you burrowed back into bed. 

Another loud series of knocks, and then Sunshine started barking downstairs. That was when your shoulders tensed and you let out a muffled scream of frustration into your pillow before throwing those blankets back and headed downstairs with your gun in hand. You yanked the door open and pushed yourself out some so he’d know, he wasn’t welcome to come inside. Jax’s eyes danced over you and when they came back to your face, he smiled, “Sorry ‘bout waking you, gorgeous. Though, greeting me looking like that, gun or not, and I’m gonna have to keep doing it.”

“Fuck off, Jax. Think you can just waltz over here after bringing Tara home? Did you come to, what was it she said again? Have your way with me like the whore I am? I imagine the two of you have a lot of…disagreements over your sleeping arrangements. Is that why you brought her home? So you could fuck her, let her feel special, and then come over here?”

“What?” The look of anger that crossed his face was brief before it was replaced by confusion, “Why wou”-

“Then tell me something, Jax. WHY did you have to bring her home? She drove herself there. She hadn’t been drinking. I’m pretty sure it was made clear she wasn���t wanted there. If she had kept it up, could have easily kept her outside and away from everyone. Meanwhile, you didn’t think twice about letting me get on my bike and speeding home after I’d knocked ‘em back. And where the hell were you if all you did was drop her off at home? It’s literally been hours since everything happened. Or were”-

Your name fell from his lips and you held up your hand before continuing, “I wasn’t done, Jax. So. Where was I? Oh, right. Or were you just so pent up after everything that you had to go have a few drinks of your own and fuck some crow eater hag before FINALLY showing up here? And for what? To check on me? Because we sure as hell are not finishing what we started. Now that I’ve sobered up, I can see that would have been a huge fucking mistake. So, what? What do you want from me?”

Jax’s eyes lingered on your face, glancing from your eyes to your lips and so badly wanting to be able to redo everything that had transpired tonight. It was stupid of him to leave with Tara. But he didn’t trust Tara to leave on her own and not cause more issues. Your question echoed in his ears. What did he want from you? The alcohol in his system let him answer honestly before he could overthink it. So, the first thing that poured from his lips took you off guard. Jax sighed, “Everything. You’re all I think about.”

That was not what you expected, and he could tell. Your lips parted, but a response didn’t form. Instead, you eyed him suspiciously until finally you asked, “Why?”

“There’s something about you that just draws me in and won’t let me go.”

The two of you stood there, the air charged between you. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt the same way when it came to him. 

He broke the spell first and pulled at your arm to bring you to him. The silk of your button up pajama top felt as soft as your skin beneath his rough hands. A gasp escaped you as he pulled at the top and the buttons could be heard bouncing on the wood of the front porch. That was all you needed. Your hands eagerly pushed off his cut and the warmth of his hands grazed across your waist before he pulled you up and carried you inside, the door shutting behind him. 

Jax placed you on the ground and you frantically pulled off the ruined top of your pajamas and began walking backwards towards the stairs as your hands undid his belt before sliding it off, letting it clatter to the ground. The two of you moved in a frenzy, hands hungry for the other. You pushed up at the hem of his sweatshirt and shirt, and he moved to help you by pulling them over his head. While he did that, you unzipped his jeans and after throwing his sweatshirt and shirt to the ground he pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking his shoes off at the same time. You turned to lead him up the stairs and Jax stopped you, “Not so fast, trouble.”

He kneeled before you and slowly began pulling your shorts down, his lips falling on your hip and taking a playful bite that made you yelp before his tongue replaced his teeth. As he lowered your shorts his tongue followed until you had him where you desperately needed him. He groaned against you as you carefully stepped out of the shorts he had gotten to your feet. The tips of his fingers followed up the curves of your legs until he gripped your hips to guide you back, taking a moment to pause and say, “Sit on the stairs for me, and spread those legs, yeah? I wanna see you.”

You climbed up the stairs until you were maybe halfway up and sat down. Just like he asked, you spread your legs. A smile graced your face as you dragged your fingertips across your skin, over your nipple, down your stomach, until you sunk two of your fingers inside of your bared pussy. Jax slowly walked up the steps stroking himself. The sound of your wetness was unmistakable as you lazily fingered yourself, lost in the sensations. Your head rolled back and a moan escaped you. 

Jax dropped on the stairs before you and lightly pulled at your wrist, brought your fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as his other hand moved to replace yours. His middle finger alone felt so much better than anything you could provide yourself. His finger crooked and hit that delicious spot as his thumb grazed your clit, his mouth releasing your fingers and instead bending to take one of your nipples and sucking hard. Your arousal spiked as you cried out incoherently for him, “S’so g- fucking h- don’t s”- he slipped a second finger inside of you at that moment and began moving them fast and hard - “FUCK!”

You came so fast, and Jax pulled back to watch the effect he had on you. You made a mess of the step beneath you and him, squirting as you cried out for god. 

Your body was shaking and you were still coming down from your high as he lined himself up and finally, he rocked into you, burying himself to the hilt. 

Both of you cried out in tandem, “Fuck me!”

He stilled and looked at you, a curious smile on his face as you tried to hold back a laugh at the scenario until you had a giggle escape and you muttered, “Jinx.”

“Tell me”- a laugh escaping him as his right hand reached down and pulled on your leg until it was bent back and pinned at the knee to the step above you, his left hand doing the same with your other leg so that you were wide open for him and he slipped just a little deeper inside of you - “what do I owe you?”

As if to remind you, he rocked his hips slightly and before you could think you moaned out, “Everything.”

The laughter died as he leaned down to kiss you before answering, “That I can do.”

Just like that, he started driving into you on the stairs while pinning your legs back. The two of you fell into a symphony of moans as you got lost in the pleasure. Jax was somehow hitting the perfect spot and it didn’t take you long to cum again, nails clawing into the muscle of his arms, squeezing him as you did and taking him off guard. His hips stuttered and you felt him thrust into you, burying himself as he came. His warmth spread through you and he let go of your legs slowly. Jax stayed inside of you and he kissed the side of your neck before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if I”-

“It’s okay.”

Naomi’s voice interrupted you, “Okay first of all, fuck you. Second of all, hell yes cousin. It’s about time you got physical with someone. Lord knows you deserve it.”

You glanced down at your phone to absentmindedly check the time. A small smile appeared on your face as you noticed the time. Clearing your throat, your smile disappeared as you checked your phone and looked at Naomi, “Think you could bring me home, Naomi?”

Naomi stood up and fished her keys from her back pocket, “Sure.”

Jax’s POV

This charity run Clay was using as a cover for running guns was taking way more time than it should have, thanks to a rather unfortunate series of events.

It all started to go to shit when Bobby’s ancient bike that belonged in a scrapyard caused Tig to run off the road. Suddenly there were less people on the charity run. It didn’t sit right with Jax. After all, the more hands they had on this, the better. Next thing Jax knew, Tig got picked up by bounty hunters at the fucking hospital. Idiot had a $40,000 skipped bond for indecent exposure in a livestock pen. Jax wasn’t normally one to judge, but fucking hell. 

Then, Clay disagreed with him, again, on how to go about getting Tig back. It was simple and fast. Jax knew his solution was the right one. So, as far as Jax was concerned, it was an “ask for permission and forgiveness in hell”, and do what he knew was right. 

Besides, he was ready to get back to you. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he’d be satisfied. As if you knew what he was thinking, his phone pinged with a text message. You know, sunshine, I might forget what you look like and then what?

A smile formed on his face. Guess I’ll have to remind you that it's me. See you soon.

It was then that he leapt on the truck and went with Piney, Half-Sack, Chibs and Happy to go get Tig back, more or less flipping Clay off on the way out. As far as he was concerned, Clay was poison. He’d just found out not too long ago that it was Clay that caused Donna’s death, and that the bullet was meant for Opie. 

He thought of you again. You were a bright spot on an otherwise bleak horizon. But something in him made him think if he had you in his life, the rest could work itself out. Hell, he might even try to talk to you about what was going on. Lord only knows what you dealt with working with the devil backs. You might have insight. 

Getting Tig back was easy, and the right call. Turns out they were gonna have him far out of state lines sooner rather than later. Jax enjoyed letting Clay know as much. The rest of the charity run went smoothly. They got in and held a bike rally. Jax pulled out his phone and texted you. At a bike rally. You home?

A smile appeared on his face when you texted back, fast. Helping Naomi with aunt. Let me know when rally is done? I can be home.

Absolutely.

He tucked his phone away and looked around, deciding on a bottle of jack and heading off with it. He wasn’t interested in anything the bike rally had to offer. Crow eaters and whatever the hell else they brought with them. 

Nah. Since he’d had a taste of you, the idea of anything else - anyone else - felt wrong. He’d make sure to tell you sooner rather than later, too. 

He went to light a cigarette when Clay appeared. Jax didn’t speak first. No, it was Clay. As usual, Clay started and made sure to finish the conversation. Clay questioned why Jax would undermine him, where he was trying to go with that. Everything in Jax wanted to tell him the truth. Jax wanted to test the strength Clay held, get him pushed out of the club. Maybe work on getting Chibs in as president. Jax didn’t want it. No. Having Abel made him want something else entirely. And meeting you?: He knew he hadn’t known you for long in the grand scheme. But fucking hell he found himself picturing that something else entirely with you. 

Instead, Jax skirted around the truth. Let Clay known he couldn’t get behind the fact that he tried to have Opie killed, fucked up and had Donna killed instead. Not someone in the club, but an old lady. Someone who should be untouchable. And how did Clay react? Clay threatened to kill him if he ever brought it up again. Something in Jax became unhinged at those words. All this time, he wondered how Clay could do it. Seems like it wasn’t that fucking difficult. 

Yeah. Clay needed to go. 

And Jax really didn’t need or want to be here in the slightest now. 

I’m leaving. Take your time. I can wait.

He’d always wait for you. A part of him thought that should scare him, but a larger part was relieved that he didn’t find himself scared at all. He headed to his bike and cranked it, ignoring Chibs and Tig calling out his name to come over. You were more important. 

The whole time he was riding to your place, his thoughts ran over your last time together. Again it had been too brief. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep next to you and wake up to that smile. This time would be different. He’d take his time and then pull you to him, holding you until you fell asleep. His hand would run along that spot on your back that had the softest curve to it, until finally the rhythm would lure him to sleep. 

He was still a little ways out when he spotted the first sign something was wrong. A thick column of smoke blacked out the stars in the sky, moonlight showing the angry swirling pattern against the sky. Jax sped up and came around the curve in the road and saw it. Your bar was ablaze. Fire was climbing along the wooden frame. It was engulfed. 

Then he spotted your bike, tucked into the space created for it beneath the awning. 

His heart fell as he got off his own bike and looked around, frantically hoping to catch a glimpse of you, your name falling from his lips as he shouted it at the top of his lungs. Then, Jax looked at the door, the windows. They were boarded over. And he heard it. The sounds of Sunshine barking, whining. The sound of the flames almost drowned her out. It sounded like she was on the first floor. If she was, maybe you’d managed to get down there as well. 

Jax ran around the building, finding the side the least burnt. It was all windows, but it would have to do. He thanked god that he was wearing gloves. Perhaps he’d have some sort of heat resistance. He grimaced and pulled at one of the beams. Luckily, the fire hadn’t quite reached them so they were still cool to the touch. Yet, it had eaten some at the wood beneath, so they came off with ease. As Jax pulled the final one off, he used it to break the glass pane to reach in and unlock the window, pushing it up. 

He called your name through the roar of the fire. Nothing. 

Jax wasn’t going to lose you like this. 

He ripped a strip of his flannel and tied it over his nose and mouth for some sort of filter before leaping into the heat. Realizing he didn’t have a lot of time, he moved quickly. He called out again for you. And again. And each time you didn’t answer he felt his chest growing heavier until finally he made his way to the front and found Sunshine. He couldn’t leave her here. Scooping her up, he moved faster to the window he came out of, just to realize that path wasn’t available to him anymore. The fire had caused a collapse in the hallway. 

A cough racked his body as he inhaled smoke. 

Circling back to the front, he thought of how easy those beams had given way that had been nailed in place. Jax eyed the front door. If he moved fast, he should be able to get out. But that was if the door gave way. He looked down at Sunshine and muttered, “We get out of this, I’m giving you all the bacon you want yeah?”

Jax took off and curved his shoulder down for extra impact. 

The wood splintered and gave way and Jax stumbled off the porch until he finally slowed. He let the dog down before turning back around to go inside, just to watch part of it crash into the ground. He was trying to think of what he could possibly do when headlights came speeding down the road to him, and he saw you get out of the passenger side, calling out his name. Everything inside of him seemed to instantly begin working again. He pulled that strip of fabric off his face as he ran over to you and engulfed you in a hug. 

You pushed away and tried to ask for answers, “Jax, what hap”-

Jax cut you off, kissing you with everything he could muster. The emotion behind it, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. It wasn’t for a few moments, and until after Naomi took her cell out to call the fire department, that Jax relented, satisfied that you were here. 

You were safe. 

It was then that he realized, perhaps his feelings for you did scare him. 

What he just felt- he never wanted to feel it again.

Trouble’s POV

You were tired, sitting with Jax on the hood of Naomi’s car as the two of you watched the firefighters working to put out the flames. After a certain point, the building collapsed entirely and you sniffled. Jax held you closer as you confessed, “My bike…Flint had it customized for me. Now it’s…”

Jax felt your shoulders begin to tremble. 

You wiped your eyes furiously, “And I could have been in there. I”- 

That was when you realized the truth. The doors and windows were boarded. They found the fucking nail gun. It would have been quick. You should have been in there. Naomi came by and picked you up unplanned to help her out. You’d have been asleep. Your bike was there. He would have thought you were there. You jumped up and paced back and forth before you stated coldly, “I’m gonna kill him.”

That caught Jax’s attention and he stood up and took hold of your chin, tugging up for you to look at him, “Who? Do you know who did this, trouble?”

Images flashed through your mind. Every time you thought of him, you remembered it so vividly. You remember the way your car broke down. How he happened to drive by and pull over. How you were stupid enough to take his help. You were only seventeen. You remembered how he dumped you on the side of the road like trash when he was done with you. It was absolutely fair what you had done to him in return. You should have done more. And he tried to kill you tonight. When you blinked the tears threatened to spill and so you wiped your eyes before nodding, “Y-yes. I know who did this. Same bastard that raped me when I was seventeen. Followed him here when he skipped town. Threatened him at the fundraiser thing we met at. It has to be him.”

Jax was trying so hard to listen. Truly, he was. However, his anger was taking over. All he saw was red. Someone hurt you. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was. He would make them pay. A pound of flesh for every year that passed. Jax interrupted you, “His name, what is it?”

“Jax, I don’t want to talk about him. I just. I want to sleep. I’m so tired. And now I have nowhere to go. Can you just, can you bring me to the motel in town? Otherwise Naomi will drag me back to her place and I can’t sleep there.”

Those blue eyes fell on you and his features softened. He pulled you in for a hug. You inhaled the scent of leather and fire and cigarette lingering on him. Kissing the top of your head, Jax spoke up, “You have a place to go. You’re coming home with me. And before you say n”-

“Okay.” Your answer was so muffled Jax thought he misunderstood before you nodded your head into his chest. 

He gently threaded his hands in your hair before pulling back to see you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Jax. But only if Sunshine can stay there, too.”

He smiled at you, “Fine by me. It’ll make it easier to pay her the pack of bacon I owe her.” You looked at him, perplexed, before your face became more serious as he added on, “Besides, we have some things to talk about, trouble. Including the name of the asshole that did this. And whatever else he did to you. You might kill him. But me? I am going to break him. For everything he has even thought of doing to you. And then some.”

You weren’t used to people being so protective of you, aside from Flint. And this?

This was different. 

Emotions were running rampant through your body and your first instinct was to pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Jax’s fists tightened, pulling your hair slightly and causing you to moan against his mouth. It wasn’t until Naomi cleared her throat that you broke apart. Jax growled out, “Naomi I swear, interrupt again…”

“Jesus Jax, cops are here to talk to her.” Naomi looked over at you and smiled softly, “Come on, sooner you start, sooner it is over with yeah? Then we can get you to my place and get you some sleep.”

Your hands shakily lit a cigarette before you nodded and responded, “Yeah…okay. But I’m not going back to your place. Gonna stay at his.” You inhaled the nicotine and walked in the direction of the cops, patting Jax’s chest as you left the two of them there. What you didn’t see was the way Naomi looked at Jax, or the smug ass smile he gave her in return. 

The cops asked you the basic questions, including if this could have been MC related considering your ties. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. You wouldn’t tell them the truth though, that you knew what happened and who was responsible. They circled back around to MC ties and you threw your hands up in surrender, “Gentlemen, I’m tired. I wanna get some sleep. Can I answer your questions in the morning? Please?” You watched their resolve waver as you added on, “It’s fucking late. The building is burned down and no one is dead. Nothing is going to change about that in the next twenty four hours.”

Though, if you had your way, that wouldn’t stay true. 

Naomi had Sunshine in her vehicle, and Jax was straddling his bike. You made your decision and got on the back of his bike, not missing Jax mumbling ‘good girl’ as he cranked the engine to life. 

By the time he pulled up in his driveway, you were tired and exhausted. The adrenaline of the night was catching up to you. Naomi pulled in the driveway behind and as you got off the bike, Sunshine was already at your heels. At her bark, you looked at Jax, nervous, “Is Abel here?”

“Nah, he’s with his grandma tonight. Will be till tomorrow morning since we had the party tonight after the charity run. So, let’s get both of you settled in. Have a good night, Naomi.” Jax’s hand was on your back and leading you to the door and you could hear the humor in Naomi’s voice, “You two have a good night as well. And Jax”- he voice wavered -”keep her safe, yeah?”

Oh that is exactly what he planned to do. 

He got you inside and laughed as Sunshine ran straight to Abel’s room of all things, curled up at the side of the crib and seemingly tucked in for the night. You smiled softly at the idea of Sunshine keeping watch over Abel, the smile faltering as you realized what you were thinking about. Jax opened another door and before you was his bedroom. A wave of exhaustion rolled over you as you saw his bed. You wanted to crawl into it so badly. But, you felt Jax pulling at the hem of your clothes and you sighed, “Jax, please. I’m so tired. Can I just get in your bed?”

“C’mon trouble…you’d sleep so much better cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”

You protested weakly until he pulled your pants down and helped you step out of them, immediately scooping you up and eliciting a yelp of surprise before he brought you to the bathroom. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he started the shower and let the water warm up while he looked at you. Without hesitation, he pulled off his clothes and kicked the pile to the side before smiling, his eyes taking you in, “I could get used to this. C’mon. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

As you stepped in the shower, the warm water enveloped you and you felt your body immediately relax. Jax stepped in behind you and quickly moved to grab his shampoo before working it into your scalp. A tired moan escaped you as Jax continued his movements, rinsing your hair clean after and then working on soaping up your body. As he did, he slyly pulled your back to his front and rested his lips on your neck as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t until he got to your hips that his movement stopped. His fingers ran over a wicked scar beneath your tattoo and spoke softly, “What’s this from? Who did this to you?”

You let out a shaky exhale as you answered, “After he…had his fun…he said he’d leave me a gift, mark me so that I’d always remember him. I lost a lot of blood when they found me.”

His fingers gripped hard into your flesh before he released and ran his hand lower, continuing to clean the day from your skin. He kissed your neck as his hand slipped between your legs, the same time his heavy cock pushed against your leg. You let out a moan as you instinctively rocked against his hand, voice airy as you spoke up, “Jax, I need you. Please. Make me forget about it, if only for the moment.”

Jax turned you around and moved quick to satify your request. 

He pulled both of your legs up and pressed your back against the cold shower tiles as he buried himself inside the warmth of you. You cried out from the sudden fullness. 

He couldn’t help but moan, “So ready for me.” 

Jax started fucking you senselessly as he leaned his head down to suck and bite on your shoulder, your clavicle, and then sucking hard on your nipple. The entire time he didn’t stop his pace, hips snapping up as his cock hit that same perfect spot. In fact, it was the overwhelming sense of it that caused your body to come crashing down as you came. Jax didn’t let up, either. Instead, the nipple he was working with his tongue, he sucked hard again before biting the swell of cleavage. Again he fell on your neck with his mouth. He would mark you to remind you he was there, even in the light of morning. He could tell, too, you were close to a second orgasm. 

Shifting, he pulled you closer to his torso and wrapped his arms tightly around you, picking up speed as he more or less brought you down on his cock and he thrust up towards you. And soon, you came once more. This time though, your nails bit into his back and drew blood. The shock mixed with you cumming on his cock had his thrusts growing more erratic as he fucked you through your orgasm, filling you with his own cum as you came down. 

He held you there for some time before you spoke up, “Jax” - your voice dropped to a whisper - “thank you.” 

You could hear that sly smirk, "Oh, you don't have to thank me trouble. I should be thanking you."

Suddenly, he enjoyed the idea of you falling asleep on him while that pussy of yours was still full. He reached down and turned off the water before carrying you into his room, cock still resting right where it belonged, before putting you in his bed and regretfully pulling out, quickly drying you both off. Next, he pulled an old son shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before pulling on a pair of sleep pants. 

Pulling the covers back, he pulled you towards him and tried to get you comfortable.

You fell into place and hummed against his skin, your hand tracing an invisible pattern. Jax kissed the top of your head and spoke softly, “C’mon, trouble. Give me a name. Who did this, beautiful?”

In your brain fogged state you mumbled, “Dave Ludo.”

He waited till you fell asleep, judging if you were by the soft breaths falling in rhythm on his chest. Then, he picked up his phone from the bedside table and texted Chibs. Find a guy named Dave Ludo. Bring him back to the club. Leave him alive. I want him.

It only took a few minutes for Chibs to text back. Can I get shiv on it?

Jax thought of his friend, and knew how good she was at hunting someone down. He texted back. Absolutely man, just make sure she keeps her knives to herself.

What’s this about?

Trouble. He hurt her.

Chibs didn’t text back for a moment. Jax assumed he was talking to Shiv. Sure enough, Chibs texted back. We’re both on it, brother. Let you know when we got him.

Jax flipped the lamp off and settled in, surprised at how much comfort he found in you laying on him. He fell asleep with an ease he wasn’t familiar with. 

Meanwhile, Tara was at the hospital working her shift. She felt her phone vibrate. She’d been nervous all night. She told Dave this was the best night to try something. Jax was going on a charity run. You were closed tonight. You’d be by yourself most likely. She felt a sigh of relief mixed with a streak of guilt when she saw the message on her phone. It’s done. The bitch is dead.

tag list: @lilylovelyxo @ambassadortotrilliusprime @queendoxm @whore-for-anime @daphne-turner @kdogreads @jordangdelacruz

Again I am so sorry for the wait. I'm nervous about this chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it. &lt;3 This is the longest, most ambitious thing I've written I think. Now I gotta do school work.

#jax teller x reader #no y/n #jax teller story #jax teller x you #jax teller x trouble #chibs x shiv #sons of anarchy fic #i'm back #mostly

[prolix-yuy]

Hi LJ! Loved the bangathon idea!!! I got cowgirl, so I would love to see that with brat tamer Dave York or maybe they were roommates! Frankie. Pick your poison! I'll love it either way

Oh man, as much as Dave York would be fun...I can never resist Frankie, especially they were roommates!Frankie? I'm in!

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Position: Cowgirl

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex, breast play, an M Night Shyamalan twist, too many feelings for our own good.

Notes: This is a little bit different from the previous asks, but I really liked how it turned out and I'm making it all your problem.

You can’t have heard that right.

You’re walking in the door of your apartment, maybe a little earlier than usual, when you hear a low groan. Body freezing, you wait for a signal that it’s just the old building creaking again.

Nope. Another sigh, a thin moan, all coming from the living room. Not a pained one, at least not in the way that would send you running to investigate. And not an unfamiliar one. It’s definitely from your roommate Frankie.

The problem now is what to do with the image of Frankie probably jacking it in your shared living room. What his hand might look like down his pants, head tossed back on the couch. Did he have porn on, turned low enough that only he could hear it? Or were his eyes squeezed shut to an image only he can see?

It wasn’t the first time you’d accidentally listened in on Frankie. You’d been living together for over a year, and the apartment was clean and comfortable, but not soundproofed. Frankie was respectful about privacy, but he was also a man who brought women home sometimes. You’d seen the pillows stuffed behind the headboard to keep it from knocking against the wall, but the muffled pleasure wasn’t always so quiet.

You wished on more than one occasion for one of the men you brought home to fuck you good enough to let Frankie hear, but it had been woefully quiet on that front. Catching Frankie making coffee in his sleep shorts, sardonic smile over the top of his coffee mug, made most of them leave in a hurry. If you cared it would have annoyed you, the chest-puffing territorial nature of these moments, but deep down you were just as glad for them to leave. 

Creeping down the hall, you wonder why the hell Frankie is having a solo session so out in the open. The man is private almost to a fault, most things you know about him dragged out over months. Why place himself in such a vulnerable position, where you could find him?

Your stomach drops briefly considering if it’s on purpose. There had been some playful banter between you before. He’d complimented your outfits, you’d told him he looked good in his new jeans. There were shared interests, nights spent in watching the new HBO movie and eating popcorn out of the same bowl. 

Could he want you to catch him? If you turned into the living room right now would he be thrusting up into his hand, your name on his lips? Hands trembling ever so slightly, you put down your bag and silently pad to the source of the sound. 

Frankie’s soft mop of curls is visible over the top of the couch, spilling onto the gray fabric. Many times your fingers had itched to weave into those curls, see if he likes his hair being pulled or if just carding them through would make him moan. He hasn’t moved, your approach silent. Nothing on the TV, but another whimper brings you closer.

A fantasy you’d never admitted to having pulls to the forefront - 

Frankie sitting on the couch, giving you a sultry look after a few drinks. You catch him looking at your ass, gather up your courage between the walk to the kitchen and back.

“Like something you see?” you ask, electricity in the air.

“You,” is all Frankie says before you’re on his lap, straddling him as he pulls your lips to his. He tastes like the cheap beer he prefers, one chaste kiss deepening until he’s swiping his tongue into your mouth and tangling it with yours. He’s rucking your shirt off next, latching his plush lips on your aching nipple. Working the button of his jeans open, you both frantically discard your pants and meet again with nothing between you.

“Wanted to do this for so long,” Frankie whispers into your mouth as he lines himself up. 

“Me too,” you say before the thick slide of his cock inside you dashes all words from your mind. Large hands on your hips guide you on his lap, instinct taking over as you ride him. He clutches onto your back, alternating between panting open-mouthed kisses and suckling down your neck. You bury your fingers in his curls, whines becoming fervent shrieks as he thumbs your clit and thrusts up into pure bliss…

- which is interrupted when your last steps bring Frankie into sight. 

No hand down his pants, or cock out. Instead his head is lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut with a painful wrinkle between his brows. His hands are clenching on the couch, thighs tensing over and over. The whimpers fall from half-parted lips, and you snap from your fantasy to the sharp reality of the moment. Frankie never told you he had nightmares, you assumed a by-product of his military career, but you’d heard him once or twice. The next morning he’d pretend he was fine, but you could see the toll it took. 

Now there was a small chance you could help.

“Frankie, you’re dreaming,” you say quietly, pressing both hands into his biceps to pin him against the couch. When he doesn’t respond you say it again, louder this time. It takes a tighter squeeze and a third try before his eyes blink open, surprised and flinching against your hold before you soothe him with, “It’s okay, it’s just me, you’re okay, you were sleeping.” The terror slowly recedes, his eyes casting down as he mumbles some sort of apology you can’t make out. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you say, and you do the unthinkable; you sit beside Frankie and pull his head to the crook of your neck. He balks at first, then goes down, pressing his face in and letting his arms wrap loosely around you. You let his breathing slow, small reassurances passing between long stretches of silence. Something swells in your chest, surprising and complicated but warm. 

And this is when you know you’ve fallen for Francisco Morales.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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[strangeknight]

holy shit is this why you softblocked me??? dude you fucking knew dave and i were close mutuals and you didnt think to tell me that he was even dead? i was already on thin ice with you after you kicked junko from your server because they posted about danganronpa (their literal source btw) but this is a new low

DAVE ISNT EVEN FUCKING DEAD? other than being a terrible person he’s fine and he literally commented on that post. also. fyi, kai? i softblocked you because steven universe sucks and i didn’t want that bullshit on my dashboard.

#asks

[heartofjasmina]

Glorious

for @medusashima 's Live Deliciously collab <3

::

Toshinori always feels a twinge of embarrassment when he comes to your place. Your “place” being a hole drilled into the wall of one of the stalls of your buildings bathrooms, owned by David Shield. Dave was the first one to recommend you to him, simply calling you Zara, and saying she was the best at giving head.

“You mean she’s really good?” Toshi had asked, confused by the statement.

“No, buddy, I mean she’s the best. The best blowjob you’ll ever have.” Dave had hearts in his eyes as he spoke, and knowing how touched starved the scientist was (something they shared) made him hopeful.

He’d first stopped by in between missions. The only way he could get off with his amount of stamina and his size was with another person, as the collection of broken pocket pussies could show. The first time he’d felt you take his entire length down your throat he’d cum right then and there. You hadn’t gagged once and swallowed his seed with such hunger and need it made him hard all over again. When he collected himself, panting and heaving from the force of his orgasm, you pulled yourself off him with a lewd ‘pop’ that made him shiver. “Come back anytime, big guy. Your dick is a fucking masterpiece.”

Your voice was husky and low, probably from all the throat fuckings you’d taken throughout the night. It made him both aroused— and jealous if he was being honest with himself.

He was hooked.

He’d wake up from wet dreams of what it must be like to give you full access to his balls as well as his dick and after every mission he couldn’t but wonder, were you thinking of him the way he was thinking about you? More often than not he talked himself into making a “quick” stop at your place.

It became his only source of touch, beside the occasional one night stand with Dave where his friends ass swallowed his cock with an eagerness matched only by the man himself. As the number one hero, too many people assumed he didn’t need anything. No comforting pats on the back after hard missions. No hugs except from fans who were trying to cop a feel. Nothing. And he craved it. He craved touch so badly he felt suffocated by it sometimes.

One morning after a particularly depserate night with Dave he asked his friend as he was making them breakfast, “How did you meet her?”

“Zara?” Dave was looking through some notes on his current tech development and continued to answer without looking up. “She was a tenant, single, just wanted some company. But when I tried to date her, she refused. She said she had no need for a man beyond the occasional really nice dick to suck. Apparently it gets her off like nothing else. After a while she said she’d even suck a friend of mine if their dick was worth it.”

“Huh, and your first thought was me?” A sly smile was on his lips as he looked over his shoulder, and Dave grinned back.

“After having it inside me? Fuck yes. It would be selfish not to share you with a fellow size queen.” As if the answer was obvious, and that made Toshinori laugh so hard he burned the first of the pankcakes.

::

“Hey there big guy, long time no see.” He could see you smile through the hole, suddenly curious what your face looked like. Your lips were full and glistening with lipgloss that smelled faintly of vanilla.

But then you took his cock into your mouth and all ability to analyze melted away. You sucked him sloppy, moaning without a hint of shame, and with his super hearing he could easily detect the squelch of you fucking yourself.

“Dave said it gets you off, sucking dick.” It was the first time he had spoken when he was getting head from you, and he could feel you pause in fingering yourself.

“Name?” You pulled off his dick briefly, stopping the motion of your fingers inside you to ask your question breathleslly.

“Toshinori.” It came out as a whisper, and for the first time in a while he wondered when the last time was that he had someone to ask him his name.

“Toshi, then. When a dick is as pretty as yours, having it in my mouth is the most erotic thing. I love everything about it. The power in knowing I can make you weak in the knees with just my mouth, swallowing cum that proves I have you wrapped around my finger… Yeah. Sucking dick gets me off big time.” You breathed out and tapped the hole. “Now give me that beautiful dick of yours. I’m not done.”

“Yes, Zara.” He answered so sincerely it made your pussy ache to be filled with the dick in front of you.

Once more his glorious dick was fed through the hole, and you were once again in awe of just how perfect it was. Thick and flushed pink with shaved balls and a little tuft of blonde hair at its base.

You took your time the second time around, kissing his shaft’s head and licking up the precum that leaked from the slit. It made you smile on the inside to hear his breathing grow more and more uneven, the way you could see his thighs trembling slightly.

Only then did you take his full length down your throat again.

“Fuck me, my throat.” You whined as you stuffed your fingers inside your cunt again, the burning need for him only growing. “Need it— fuck I want it.”

Toshinori was beyond happy to give you what you needed, starting to fuck himself into your beautiful goddamn throat. It was better than any pussy he’d ever been inside. It only made him wonder what your pussy must be like, what you must be like.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum,” he warned as you took him all the way down and tongued his balls at the same time.

You hummed in approval and made no move to stop sucking him as usual, waiting patiently like the good girl you were for your treat.

The thing about Toshi’s loads is that they overwhelmed you. You had to scramble to swallow fast enough to take in the sheer amount of semen he dumped down your throat.

When he pulled out of your mouth you gasped for air, but you also felt your orgasm wash over you as you whined and slumped against the wall.

“That’s it, make your sweet little pussy feel good.” Toshinori couldn’t help but encourage you through it, wishing to hell there wasn’t a wall between you.

“Fuck, Toshi,” and damned if his name sounded better from your lips than anyone else. You finally let yourself relax only to be surprised by one last request.

“Let me taste.” You froze, questioning his seriousness, but then you saw his mouth opening like you always do for him.

Cunt burning, you stood and fed him your fingers drenched in your juices. His tongue greedily sought out every drop of your essence, sucking and licking your fingers clean.

FInally when he’d had his fill he pulled off your fingers, kissing your fingertips before standing and adjusting his pants.

“Until next time, Zara.” He murmured and you smiled to yourself.

“Till next time, Toshi.”

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[thewertsearch]

TG: seriously whered you get all this info TG: did you get it all from the gods TG: are these just a bunch of orders youre following TT: Not exactly. TT: They've urged me in certain directions and guided my exploration. TT: I've obtained some answers from them, but ultimately, this idea is mine.

Huh. Like Dave, I'd been assuming that the Green Sun project was given to Rose. The fact that she came up with the idea independently actually makes me feel a little better. Sure, it's still a terrible plan, but at least there are no ulterior motives at play.

TT: Plus, I have other sources. TT: One in particular has been quite illuminating.

...no.

TT: I've been referring to him as an informant, when people ask. TT: Which isn't often.

no. not rose. not rose too. surely one of the trolls warned her. surely he can't have got into HER head too. surely she'd see right through his nonsense, she wouldn't take advice from

TT: It's a man who exists in another universe. TT: He wants to die.

Fuck.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s90 #3043 #I"M GOING TO BED

[salvador-daley]

Sauna Klaus x Dave

Umbrella Academy smut 🍑🥵

Author’s Note: So, the other day, my husband told me about our town’s gay sauna and how there was a whole documentary about it. I didn’t ask him how he knew all this, but I did watch the documentary.

Anyway, then this happened.

All my other WIPs (Dead Sexy, Chained and High Altitude) are still ongoing and new chapters for each are coming soon - I just really needed to get this smut out of my system. (I’m sorry!)

Enjoy, filth fans! If you like it, leave me some comments and I will read them over and over while lying on my bed in the foetal position because they are my primary source of dopamine. 🧡🧡

Summary:

Dave goes to the sauna for the first time.

It goes… very well.

Snippet from Sauna:

He is beautiful - but not in the way a man is usually beautiful - in the way the Grand Canyon is beautiful. An awe-inspiring, breath-taking, all-encompassing beauty. His cheekbones and jawline are razor-sharp, his eyebrows thick and expressive, his eyelashes long, his goatee finely manicured, framing a wide, warm smile. He is so radiant, he’s almost painful to look at. Like the sun.

“Wow, you’re…”

“Invading your space, I know. I hope you don’t mind - I just have this damn tricky shoulder, I’m hoping the heat will help to loosen it up.” The man massages the top of his arm for emphasis.

Fuck, his arms are beautiful too.

Dave shakes his head “No, no, that’s fine.” He doesn’t really know what to do here, he’s been thrown off by that face, those eyes, those arms.

He panics and sticks out his hand. “I’m Dave, by the way.”

The man looks down at the proffered hand as if Dave just offered him a rubber chicken. Instantly, Dave realises his mistake; he has forgotten the primary purpose of places like these - anonymity.

A bemused smile crosses the man’s face, the kind one reserves for the quaint idiosyncrasies of a foreign tourist.

“A names guy, hey?”

It’s like Dave has suggested some new, weird kink and he’s deciding whether to go for it or not.

“Okay, then. I’m Klaus.” Klaus takes Dave’s hand and gives it a hearty shake. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

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[doomsdaydicecascader]

my problem with postcanon jade was that it said she was a cis girl before fusing with bec. i took it as the same "true in a transmisogynist way" troll as transmasc roxy

like, truly, i miss transfeminine roxy every day, and my house is fairly glass when it comes to things here considering i'm writing The Butch Lesbian Jane Comic, but like. the way homestuck fans exert ownership over the text of homestuck is fundamentally what the homestuck epilogues and post-canon are about. act 7 is about the dead calliope saying "fuck canon" and making her own, and she does not know how to care for the characters in question. i genuinely believe reconciling these facts, that what homestuck wants to be and what fans want homestuck to be are tangibly, ideologically opposed, is what post-canon is about

"fans read this character as X identity" is fine and good but that's paratext at best, and making demands of a text that has no obligation to respect them at worst. the epilogues are cashing in that desire to not respect them. homestuck has always been shaking off its readers who exert too much ownership, feel too comfortable with it. this goes way back as far as act 5 act 2 - the author commentary describes switching between walkaround sprites and hussnasty mode in such close proximity as a means of saying "if you always get what you expect, you will become complacent and that's no way for a reader to be", the "come in, go away" routine of homestuck is so repetitive now that i'm surprised basically nobody's caught on - homestuck is always doing insane flips to try and shake people off of it.

and now homestuck is doing that with your headcanons. like, this is a thing i see genuinely, all the fucking time in fandom over the past 15 years or so, people hype themselves up on paratexts and pretend the paratext is the source. the worst i ever saw of it was people having full blown self-harm threatening panic attacks because klance was not endgame in voltron legendary defenders. genuinely, i remember this so well - i think there were still two more seasons of the show after that event too, but i didn't watch it.

i only looked on from afar because what i saw of season 1 wasn't especially novel. castiel was never gay, no matter how many times he was caught leaking omegamusk in walmart or whatever, i'm stealing valor with this joke i was never a superwholock omegaverse girlie. there's so many fandoms i'm not a part of, it's unreal.

anyway, my point is people get really invested in their reads on characters and pretend it's real for the same reason a normie's sports team is gonna go the distance this season. and when they don't, they riot. this is literally just sports fandom 101. we may as well be talking about fucking inflategate here. i also don't go to sports. it's basically just homestuck for me these days.

i imagine this is what it's like to run my little pony before bronies came along: the show was negligible in relevance beyond its capacity to show off the new toys to play with. but the difference is that my little pony is about the toys, it's about encouraging that kind of play, it's fundamentally a set of toys they made a show about, as opposed to homestuck, which was always niche art for webcomics weirdos that caught on, quite literally, with the brony audience. i remember the first time i ever saw dave strider was on fucking ponychan, chronologically it would have been mid-act 5 act 2. it was an image of dave ransacking the lohac stock exchange, which is an a5a2 thing, it was before season 2 started, etc etc.

this is one hell of a tangent to say as far as the text of mspaintadventures is concerned, problem sleuth characters have gender signifiers that are more similar in nature to drag and performance of gender roles than any actual sexual dimorphism. homestuck characters are built atop the gender expression of problem sleuth. jade was a 13/16-year old girl, and that's the only information there was. over time, this changed.

this was an explicit change, too - it's in the change to act 6, passing through the fourth wall, that these characters, who fundamentally are game pieces, that homestuck starts to contend with the fact that people are emotionally invested in them as people. people don't like dave or vriska in the same way that people care about problem sleuth or nervous broad, and this comes out in the text. we get a lot of the best stuff in homestuck out of that change, too, like. the retcon only works because of that emotional investment, and i go so hard for the retcon. the retcon is the coolest thing ever.

and with that change, now, in 2024, she is explicitly a 39 (? i think she's 39.) year old woman with a penis. she didn't go from "cis woman" to "trans woman", she went from game piece to human person. there is no "cis jade" to be overwritten. you're assuming a "cis is default" worldview of a team of transgender and/or nonbinary people and thats just like. its not ideal, really

#really letting these posts get away from me here. #i write really nonlinearly and got distracted to go post resources on the mspfa discord so if theres a sentence fragment in there: idgaf