#also i kind of want to wear watches?? but they feel very pointless with a smart phone

[girlscience]

watching shows from the early 2000's/2010's and fondly remembering the time when I didn't need a smartphone for everyday life

#watching will graham use an old blackberry and i am so jealous #i strongly dislike carrying around the whole world in my pocket all the time #i like computers!! i love mine! i just wish i could get away from it easier ya know #i have seriously thought about getting a 'dumb phone' #i just use snapchat with a lot of people and also two factor authentication is a thing now #and also i want my music #but.... for grad school (if i get in. haven't talked about the latest developments there but 🙃) #i've been thinking about getting a tablet for classes and to take to the library to study and such #i could use that to replace pretty much all my phone's purposes #and then get a dumb phone #also i kind of want to wear watches?? but they feel very pointless with a smart phone #like i carry a watch already pretty much #idkkkkkk i feel like i've been expressing a lot of anti tech/anti internet sentiments lately #but FUCK am i exhausted all the time

[horrorartsworld]

Clingy ass Valentino…HEAR ME OUT PEOPLE!PUT THE PITCHFORKS AWAY!

He just adores his little pornstar so much,he buys her whatever she wants.her dressing room might be more expensive than an art museum

New nails? Done.Wanna get your hair done? He’s already given them his card

She just gets so used to being spoiled that she’ll start to get bratty when he won’t get something,and then that leads to a brat being out in her place…(IF YOU KNOW WHERE IM GOING)

I LIVE FOR THESE KIND OF ASKS!! EATING THIS SHIT UP FOR BREAKFAST HONEY 🤭🤭 Also can you tell I have fun writing for Valentino…it’s DISGUSTING

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spoiled rotten

clingy valentino/spoiled pornstar f!reader

warnings: smut obviously, HEAVY brat taming, oral (m receiving), rough dom!valentino, brat!reader, unprotected p in v, spanking, grinding, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, pet names, daddy kink, lots of dirty talk cause when doesn’t val talk dirty lol, soft valentino??? at the end

A low strum of a knock is heard against the door of your dressing room where Valentino now stood with it all the way open. “Doll?” His voice following shortly after, sounding a bit tired though it still had the alluring presence that was always intoxicating.

Huffing, you see his tall stature from the reflection of your large vanity mirror, ducking his head as he came through the doorway not bothering to wait for some kind of gesture from you to come in.

Red eyes immediately catching the new things you’ve bought probably in the last week or days even.

Various articles of clothing with high price tags still on them strung and obviously thrown onto a big luxurious pink sofa that sat on one end of the room, an assortment of shoes adorning the other with plentiful shelving space to display most of them, and lets not forget the jewels that you had laid out like magazines on your coffee table that were so sparkly they hurt when he glimpsed at them.

All of it was making Val very overwhelmed and most importantly uneasy. It was like you were gonna run him dry of all his hard earned porn money, seeing you spend it all so carelessly only to buy pointless things that you think is cutesy or fun in the moment, but that feeling would always subside when the girl he adorned more then himself would give him the time of day….and of course you knew this all too well once you became spoiled.

Taking advantage of it when you could to get the things you want, wearing tight little mini skirts that would show your panties when you bent over or putting on your big doe eyes when he was being even a bit hesitant with your request. It was always the best too when you’d catch him in a big meeting, your delicate figure sauntering into his office letting his colleagues gawk at you in the new outfit you’d bought that showed just about every inch of your assets, causing Valentino to almost loose his shit seeing them look at you and he then has to deal with you quickly, shooing you off with his card in your hands to get whatever your little heart desires.

Which is the exact reason why your hair and nails were always done at almost every shoot, making some of the other girls quite jealous of you seeing the princess treatment you got from Val that they very much lacked, but who were you to care? You the porn studios sweet little prized possession and nobody could change that.

“What do you want?” You hiss annoyed while applying mascara to your long lashes, taking your gaze away from the tall moth man as he approached you, large hands resting on your shoulders, giving a small kiss to the top of your head.

“I just wanted to check in before your shoot..make sure everything’s okay with my favorite little estrella,” He rests his chin on the top of your head, his chest rumbling with a low purr as he spoke watching you so prettily apply your makeup in the mirror. “Well the shoot is just gonna have to wait tonight, i’m going to a party at the club,” You say nonchalantly as if nothing could persuade you not to go.

Val raises an invisible eyebrow at you. “Party? Oh no baby you gotta be here, the men banking on this is gonna pay us millions to distribute it..” He pauses for a moment standing up straight to take out his box of cigarettes before continuing, “…besides we both know your closet would struggle if you missed out on this kind of opportunity..”

Gawking at him in the reflection you couldn’t believe the insult he just threw at you, making you act dramatically by throwing your chair back letting it clatter to the floor as you turned to face him. “Listen here Valentino..This industry would be nothing without me and this cunt between my legs, now if i want to go to a party i’m going to go to that fucking party! Whether some perverted pricks like it or not, they can reschedule for all i give a fuck!!” You spat then stomping away from him till you were on the other side of the room where you flipped through different pairs of bottoms on a rack, not believing how unfair he was being towards you when you’ve worked so hard to get where you’re at. The scent of his now lit cigarette clouding the air made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, a low tsk is heard from behind you till that feeling of your breath slipping from your airways got more prominent until you were tugged back making you fall onto your ass.

“Don’t forget who owns you..” He snarled, the coolness of the metal collar that had suddenly appeared around your neck reminded you of the soul contract he had over you, the feeling leaving a bad taste in your mouth, along with the vice grip he had on the end of the chain that he just pulled to make you fall.

“Matter of fact turn around for me..”

“Valentino..i-i didn’t mean-“ You try to apologize, but you were cut off by another tug on the chain, this time more harder than the last making you choke.

“I said turn around now.”

You quickly turn around, resting on the backs of your heels on your knees, looking up at the moth man with a gaze akin to that of a deer all while he towered over you. To your dismay your look of innocence only turned him on more, letting go of the chain that held you till it dissipates in mid air and the coolness of the collar is gone, wasting no time as he undos the large heart buckle sat at his midsection and pulls down his white dress pants till they’re pooling at his ankles. He was already so hard that when his cock sprang free your eyes immediately met his leaky tip that was a deep purple from its usual color, he then takes it in one of his hands and taps it against your lips. The pre smearing into your freshly applied lipstick.

“Open princess..” Val cooed through gritted teeth, the end of his cigarette wiggling in his mouth while he spoke.

You start shivering when you feel his claws racking against your scalp, too caught up in what was happening Valentino presses the back of your head down on his cock forcing the tip to push past your lips, taking him in your mouth fully without a moment to adjust and it immediately hits the back of your throat earning a soft gag from you and a low chuckle from Val. Once you catch your bearings from the unexpected sensation, you began to bob your head like the pornstar you were, sucking and licking like you were starved.

“Mmm..that’s my good girl..daddy’s good girl huh…” He hums out a gruff moan, a hand snaking its way down to caress your cheek that was full. Your eyes flutter up at him catching him in such a sinfully good angle that made you whine against his cock, cigarette barley hanging from his lips, the buttons on his shirt opened showing off his rather lean built body, muscles flexing and the white fur around his neck fluffing up when you used you flicked your tongue against a vein in a certain way getting him closer to his already building orgasm. “Taking it so good aren’t you baby? It's okay, hhpmh..you don't gotta talk with your mouth full, I know you fucking love worshipping daddy’s cock..”

The tears start pouring down your face, ruining your mascara in the process as his words along with the filthy sounds of you sucking him off made your cunt throb with an unbearable need. You scoot closer in attempt to grind against his leg, whimpering when the heat from his body, combined with the friction from his leg and the fabric of your panties rubbed deliciously against your sensitive clit.

"M gonna cum doll..Swallow for me yeah? Every last drop, do you fucking hear me?” Valentino growled suddenly his frustrations over taking him, putting out his cigarette(finally) as he fisted your hair proceeding to take control completely, bucking his hips relentlessly into your mouth as he face fucked you. Drool leaking down your chin as you tried to continue your grinding against his leg trying to match his speed until he came down your throat. Pulling you off his dick with a little pop to let you swallow, Valentino lightly tapping your chin, letting red smoke spill from his mouth as he leaned down to your level. "Atta girl…lemme see."

Seeing that you obediently swallowed his seed, he roughly yanked you from your position on his leg, eyes disapprovingly glaring down at you from behind his sunglasses. “You think you can get off on my leg without permission?” He scolds like an owner to its pet. “If you’re gonna cum cariño, it’s gonna be with you squirming on my dick.”

“B-but..” You sniffle, only to be silenced by Valentino with just a finger signaling you to. He then throws you on the couch not caring about the high end clothes still on it, crawling onto of you shortly after.

“Shhh not another word,” He shushes you, leaving kisses down your neck feverishly, while his hands worked at pulling down your skirt and panties in one quick motion. Slamming into you before you could even mutter out a protest like the brat you’ve grown to be. One of his hands reaching above you to hold onto the arm of the couch as he fucked into you with a dizzying rhythm, pounding relentlessly into your cunt just like he did to your mouth. “Fuck princessa, I should just let them record us…Millions of sinners seeing you get your brains fucked out by the man who really owns you…owns this pussy..”

“Y-you own this pussy daddy…” You babble out, whimpering when he hit that particular spot that drove you crazy to the point your clit swelled.

A primal instinct ignited in Val when he heard you say that, making his thrusts stutter for a minute until he started fucking you like an animal once more. “Say that again baby..”

You were too focused on the pleasure that you didn’t hear him, earning a good smack to the side of your ass snapping you out of it with a pitiful whine.

“Tell me who owns this pussy..” He husked in your ear for another time.

“Mm daddy does..” Valentino could tell just by your voice and the way your cunt was sucking him in that you were getting close, and it only excited the man more for what he deviously had planned. Pulling you closer to your orgasm by adding hand to rub circles at your soaked clit. “Yeah he fucking does..”

You let out a meek moan at his prideful exclamation and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that was coursing through you. You should’ve known better that this would’ve been the outcome of your little tantrum from earlier, but secretly you loved the punishment. Being used like a fuck doll for Valentino to use. Your mind going dumb on the thought causing your cunt to clench with your needed climax, a pout forming on your messy lips.

“G-gonna cum, please Val!” You practically begged feeling your tears come up again.

"Not until l've had mine, princessa." He huffed breathlessly, burying himself deep inside you with one finally thrust, wings fanning out and fluttering while he spilt his cum all inside you.

The feeling of being filled made you desperately want your own climax so much more, but he quickly pulled out of you, killing that mood within an instant, leaving your legs shaking and your lower stomach aching for release.

"I changed my mind," Valentino said with a smirk, but there was a hint of admiration dotting his red eyes. "I think you don't get to cum today. Not even at work i’m rescheduling the shoot for another day since you decided to show your ass.”

He began to clean himself up, picking up his pants from the other side of the room and slipping them back on. You wanted to pout again, especially because he was basically back to being so unfair, but you knew better to not otherwise that would result in another denial of your orgasm. Once he was back to his normal overly sensual self, he turned to you, red eyes having a more stone cold look in them with his lip curled seeing you still shaking on the couch. You had been rid of your panties and mini skirt, leaving you just in a skimpy little top that was jostled around by Val with one of your tits hanging out of it. Makeup smudged and battered, along with the consistent drip of Vals juices and your arousal from your used hole falling onto a unworn dress that was nestled under your bum.

"Now what do you remember from today?" He asked one set of hands on his hips as the others were crossed over his chest.

The way Val stood over you so authoritatively made your core throb once more, but you tried to push it to the side as you gathered what ever thoughts you had of the lesson he seemed to try to teach you just now.

"I need to remember my place and not talk back," You mumbled quietly.

"And?" Valentino added quizzically raising his chin to tell you to proceed.

"To listen to you." A smile pulling up at the corner of your lip as you knew he was fucking with you now.

"Good girl…Also, you might want to get that dry cleaned cariño," He gestured to the dress underneath you making you look frantically till you saw it.

“Oh whatever!” You say rolling your eyes playfully giggling at him.

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s #☆⋆｡𖦹 valentino #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin valentino smut #hazbin valentino #hazbin valentino x reader #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino smut #valentino

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bunch of Stuff Coming in August

July 2023 Wk 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 2-3 of 8 - Oh good, we now know that Thailand has the same statutory rape laws as the US. Dub con is as dub con does. MEANWHILE Oh my God I love evil lawyer cutie so much. Him and his beautiful weaponized smile, maybe my new favorite character. I like the way this director is playing with noir mystery tropes, settings, and archetypes too - it’s feeling very 60s pulp, I’m getting gay Travis McGee vibes. Grandma knowing that her grandson likes boys is so sweet. I have to be completely frank here, this is what I wanted from both Manner of Death and KP. I truly love this show

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 3 of 10 - It’s a very Cyrano de Bergerac kind of narrative... If Cyrano fell in love with Christian instead of Roxanne. Mock date was fun. 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - Into the lion’s den. Investigation begins. Why isn’t the ghost acting lookout? Who are these random side characters? I’m confused. Half way through kiss is right on schedule tho. 

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 2 of 7 - The kiss was nice, but it’d be nicer if Nuea had punched Lom. Manipulative arse. A trash watch is happening!

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 4 of 12 - Meh. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 eps - The hazing has begun + secret relationship and it’s kinda like a v soft SOTUS. Dino is getting a bit too controlling and obsessive for me so it slid down the ranks. I much prefer La Cusine’s version of this dynamic. The friends protecting Dino’s interests were funny tho - boy is so obsessed he outsources his stalking. 

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - Max is BEST BOY. I hate Kawi. Tra la la. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Our ex idol is a total FLIRT. Nice to see an uke with agency. I mean baby girl is a newbie worker bee… but still flirty, good for you, sweetie. I see your little lip bite and so does your soon to be husband. Speaking of, I love Choi Jun’s style of seme aggression: a little sleezy + a bit too handsy + ultra clever with his words. Plus tie tug!!! Also threatening to take off your TAILORED suit so baby wears your shirt and smells like you? HOT. Boy you sped right past American style and into Italian - that’s real Corinthian leather, that is. 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 5 of 10 eps - Mid series kiss right on schedule. Thank you for never upsetting me, Taiwan. Omg. Such boyfriends. Only Taiwan gets this sappy. I have to say, I watch this show after Tokyo on purpose. (I need the pallet cleanser.) Still, I’m scared that the perception will be that Bu Xia is using Jiang Chi, not in love with him, when the truth about ghosts comes out. Why doesn’t BX’s useless sister do something for her disaster brother? I guess JC likes a needy boy? Oh no, the kiss confusion. Lip touch but rejection (?). Nooooo. I suppose they have to draw this out for 10 eps. Gah, they’re so cute. But BX is a bit dim, isn’t he? Poor thing. 

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - Shin is such a worrywart, over protective, over the top boyfriend. I guess we saw a little bit of give from Minato? More than usual, baby steps. This is Japan after all.

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan’s favorite trope = the running of the gays. Kazama knows everything now. Ep ends on one of my few triggers. SKIP! Japan you better NOT go there.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11-12fin - terrible ending, he turned back into a cat and the whole thing was pointless. I am very annoyed. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED 

It’s airing but ...

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

In case you missed it

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) finished its run at 7 eps. It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I did not bother. I say little to no chatter about this (that’s normal with the Pinoy stuff tho). Did anyone watch and enjoy? 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming August 2023

8/1 Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 5 eps - Yes we have had BL from Hong Kong before, but that was... before... who knows what it’ll be like now. Hayden, moves into a new apartment and starts a complicated relationship with his neighbor’s grandson, Damien, after an unexpected kiss. Meanwhile: Archie rekindles a romance with his high school sweetheart, Kelvin, who is now married.

8/11 Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Hyun, Minwoo and Joo-Hyuk are looking forward to their freshman year at college. But trials and tribulations of love that await them outside the classroom: from learning about maturity to being unable to forget the scars of past lovers. (All new cast from season 1.) 

8/12 My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat ????) 8 eps - hum. 

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) ? eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together.

8/20 My Universe series begins (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 episodes - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 episodes, not entirely sure on the order they’ll drop in. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, mostly fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct several. 

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, I’m thinking Viki or Gaga will get this one.  

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie domestic cinemas) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. Tong is in this one too? 

8/? Sing My Crush previously Follow The Wind (Korea ????) 8 eps - supposed to have released in the first half of 2022 this is a adaption of Myung’s webtoon, from the director of My Sweet Dear, and the Love Tractor production house, looks like Korea does About Youth.

8/? Why R U? (Korean remake)  is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags. 

We can probably expect a new BL from GMMTV too, to slot into BMF’s spot mid month. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I do love a hyung romance, and this aggressive ghost-ish thing is working for me. (Low Frequency) 

Hidden Agenda + My Ride. 

So coy

I agree with @heretherebedork​ that these two make a great side couple but I am utterly in love with...

HER. (All Laws of Attraction.) 

(Last week)

#this week in BL #bl news #BL reviews #korean bl #japanese bl #thai bl #taiwanese bl #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #BL coming August 2023 #Vietnamese BL #Laws of Attraction #Hidden Agenda the series #Wedding Plan the series #Low Frequency the series #Be Mine Super Star #Dinosaur Love #Be My Favorite #Jun & Jun #Stay By My Side #Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 #Shigatsu no Tokyo wa #Vian the series review #Tokyo in April is... #Love Class Season 2 #Kisseki: Dear to Me #Man Suang #Sing My Crush #Why R U?

[possibilistfanfiction]

legitimately fuckin obsessed with the avatrice football au my dude. that last snippet brought me pure JOY im tellin you what

[well here's some ava pov while i procrastinate ch3 plot lol, s/o to @unicyclehippo for the worst/best gay pun of all time, love u. honestly this is long enough to put on ao3 so ... i'll do that in a footy au series i suppose for context... justice for chanel lol]

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waking up from your first surgery is a blur, mostly an inexplicable terror when you can’t feel your legs, when you can barely move your fingers. tears leak from your eyes and you can’t wipe them, can only let them roll down into your temples. but then there’s a hand in yours, and chanel’s comforting touch, her voice soft.

‘it’ll be okay, ava,’ she says.

it won’t be okay, you’re certain of it, because you’d been taken straight from the field to the hospital, and then right into surgery, your kit cut off so that they didn’t move your spine more than you already had. you love football; you love football, the feeling of being so at home in your body, the feeling of going fast and the delight of the burn in your muscles, of not being afraid of anything.

‘i’m really scared.’ you look at chanel, showered and gorgeous, in a team issued bomber that seems impossibly elegant, even now. 

‘yeah,’ she grants, swipes her thumb against your cheeks and into your hair, catching your tears. she grabs a tissue and wipes your nose, which, from anyone else, would be absolutely horrifying, but she does it with so little fanfare and you’re in pain and also not pain — the worse option — you can’t even really care. she’s your favorite teammate: kind and brave and funny. she’s your friend. ’you’re gonna get through this, though.’

‘i don’t — i don’t want to.’

you don’t even quite know what you mean, still out of it because of pain meds and anesthesia, but chanel sighs gently.

‘you will. one day, you will.’

/

you don’t, not for a long time. after your fifth surgery you kind of tell yourself that you’ve definitely given up on football; they move you to a long-term rehab facility specifically for spine injuries, which is better than the hospital for sure, but it’s still hours and hours of physical and occupational therapy that leaves you feeling discouraged more often that not. once the inflammation starts to go down in your spine, you start to, at least, regain some function in your arms and hands, and after your sixth surgery, things are, you’ll admit, more hopeful. at the very least, you’ll be able to do things like use a manual chair and cook and type emails. 

you’re not great at texting yet; your occupational therapist is always telling you that if you worked on writing, and holding cutlery, and even more boring, pointless shit like pick up sticks, you’d have an easier time, but, whatever, you can type with the pointer finger of your right hand and it gets the job done. chanel visits as often as she can, most days in the late morning, which feels particularly generous in the off season when she could be being glamorous somewhere else, probably invited to paris fashion week or something. she brings makeup — expensive, beautiful makeup — and doesn’t seem to care when you clumsily fuck up lipstick or poke your eye with a mascara wand. you know she brings it so you actually do your occupational therapy exercises, but she also brings you changes of comfortable clothes and washes your hair gently every few days. she lies back in bed with you, long limbed and beautiful, and watches matches when you don’t feel too sad. 

a few days after your eighth surgery, your last, according to your neurosurgeon, you wear a giant back brace over your beatrice xin jersey, your favorite player to watch, and your physical therapy team gets you strapped into this harness that connects to the ceiling so you can try to walk on the treadmill and for sure won’t fall. it kind of feels like you’re doing a stunt or something, and chanel stands there and indulges you with a smile while you make all of your best ‘strapped into a harness’ jokes.

and then — you do walk. it’s slow going, the treadmill barely moving, and your legs feel sluggish and so weak and almost not like your own. it’s been two months since you took a step and it feels like a fucking miracle. chanel wipes a tear or two from her own eyes, even though you can only walk for five minutes and are sweating kind of profusely — it’s a fucking miracle, and she understands it too. 

/

‘what are you frowning at?’

she rolls her eyes and pockets her phone, easily pedaling with insane resistance on the peleton next to you while you struggle to get your legs to listen to your brain and pedal at all. ‘idiot bros on twitter. “trans women don’t belong in women’s sports” and all that bullshit.’

you stop trying to pedal because you’re already entirely unsuccessful today and now you’re not able to focus at all. ‘fuck them.’

she grins. ‘yeah.’

‘i’ll beat them up, just you watch.’

it makes her laugh, and you think she knows you really would physically get into a fight — on or off the field — if anyone ever said anything to her. 

‘plus, i can take you 1v1.’

‘in your dreams, silva.’

‘i’m going to, again. don’t even think i won’t.’

chanel pats your hand; you feel it all. ‘i’ve always known you could do it. i’ve never thought you wouldn’t, ava.’

you duck your head, unused to genuine praise after all this time stuck in the same boring, discouraging, painful rooms at the spine center, even though all of your doctors and nurses and therapists had been nice.

‘but,’ she says, ‘first you gotta pedal on this bike.’

‘it’s hard,’ you whine.

‘you’re just distracted.’

you look at the game you’d turned on, beatrice xin currently with two goals and two assists, and sigh. ‘i’m horny.’

it gets the biggest, best laugh out of chanel, and you feel a little something like pride bloom in your chest: you love making people you care about laugh. 

‘fine, fine,’ you grumble. you look down at your feet, your quads and calves so small and pale compared to six months ago; you try to breathe through the immediate fear and the tiny bit of shame that pops up. but you focus, feel your feet firmly on the pedals, think about how you know how to ride a bike; you know how to stand up straight and put on pants and kick a ball. the back brace you have on feels tight, feels restricting — but you focus on activating your quads, then your hamstrings, and you eventually get the pedals to move.

‘hell yeah,’ chanel says.

‘if you try to give me a high five right now i think i’ll get all scrambled if i try to move my hand.’

she laughs, reaches over and pats the top of your head instead. 

/

‘ava silva,’ chanel says, and you grin; you can’t help it. she holds her phone at a, thankfully, flattering angle as you walk along the beach — slowly, but steady: you trust you won’t fall, that you’re strong enough and getting stronger. ‘what does freedom feel like?’

chanel has like… three million followers, and she loves social media, something that your old club has always been thrilled about. they hadn’t renewed your contract, but you’d understood; they’re still paying for all of your medical care, so you don’t really feel upset, just a sense of loss you’re not quite ready to name. but chanel loves you, and she’s so, so happy for you — even if you never play again, you’re walking and even starting to run now; you’re in pain but it’s manageable. it’s okay.

‘it feels —‘ euphoric; devastating — ‘like a miracle.’

/

you flop down on chanel’s neatly made and extravagent bed; you’ve been staying in her guest room — which she had turned into her closet, so it’s still kind of packed with all of her beautiful clothes, although there is a very expensive bed for you — and training until, hopefully, you can get signed somewhere. she doesn’t even look up from her ipad when you sigh. ‘hello, ava.’

‘i have a favor to ask that i actually think you’ll be interested in.’

she pauses whatever she’s doing, then looks up. ‘i’m listening.’

‘well! okay, so. as you know, i’ve basically only worn hospital gowns and sweats for the last year and a half, and before that, i was, like, a child.’

chanel perks up, and you can practically see the wheels in her head turning already.

‘and now, wherever i get signed, you know, people are gonna care, and want interviews and all this stuff. so, in small part, i want to feel good about how i look for this next chapter of football.’

‘i love it,’ she says. ‘and what’s the large part?’

you flop back again, just for the dramatics. ‘i am… so horny. like, you don’t even understand.’

she laughs. ‘JC is nice though, right?’

‘yeah,’ you say, because he is. ‘but, like, girls.’

she pauses for a second, a happy smile on her face. ‘so, you want to look… more… bisexual?’

‘i mean, i do already? because i am? right?’

‘well, of course, ava.’ it’s gentle and reassuring but still a little amused.

‘but — yeah. like, i want to pick stuff i love, my clothes and my hair and whatever, gain back control, blah blah, everything my therapist is always going on about.’

‘your therapist is great, you love her.’

‘sure.’ she is; you do. ‘so anyway, i just — i guess i just want to feel like myself.’

‘now that,’ chanel says, ‘is a favor i love.’

/

‘you’re sure?’

‘it doesn’t matter if i’m sure,’ chanel says, sitting in the hairdresser’s chair next to yours. you have the salon to yourselves; she’d booked you a private appointment with her hairstylist immediately.

you turn to said stylist, dimitri, with their chic and very neat fade. ‘are you sure?’

‘like chanel said,’ they say. ‘it only matters what you want. we don’t have to do anything big.’

you look in the mirror; you hadn’t had the real opportunity to get a haircut in a long time, being in the hospital and rehab and then spending as much time as you could training after that. you haven’t, really, taken the time to deeply care for yourself, something your therapist has been bothering you about. you want, so badly, to live as big as you can. as much as you can. 

‘well, i’m sure, as long as you think it’ll, like, be good for my face shape or whatever.’

chanel and dimitri share a quick glance and then chanel rolls her eyes. ‘ava, you have to know that you’re beautiful, right?’

you pause for what you feel is an appropriate amount of time. ‘yes.’

‘but since you asked,’ dimitri says, ‘i do think this will be great for your face shape.’

‘alright,’ you say, feeling suddenly very excited and a little buoyed. ‘let’s fucking do it, then.’

chanel cheers and dimitri grins; they wash your hair gently, and you feel a little panicked until chanel starts talking about the threesome she had a few nights ago, which is delightful and grounding enough you stay, fairly easily, in the present of this beautiful, outrageously expensive salon, the control you get to have. not that you’re thrilled about your therapist being completely 100% correct, but… she was right. 

dimitri dries your hair and then combs it out patiently, divides it and then clips up the top part. ‘ready?’

‘definitely.’

chanel grins and it’s easy, so much easier than you knew it would be, to sit and watch yourself become. you’re filled with a sense of joy, this tiny seed that grows as dimitri cuts your hair to your chin precisely, and asks you about your plans for the day, and food you love, and chanel talks about her latest modeling contract — in addition to football, which amazes you in a way that makes you feel proud in the very center of your chest, this incredible person who showed up and helped take care of you. you feel your shoulders relax; you feel your feet firmly in the new sneakers converse had sent you, comfortable and cool; you even take time to feel your butt in the chair with the knowledge that you don’t need to do any pressure reliefs or weight shifts because, when dimitri is done, you’ll be able to stand up and walk and dance and run and even play football. and even if — even if — one day, you couldn’t, you have your friends and your teammates and your life.

‘you look hot, ava,’ chanel says, very genuinely, after dimitri finishes with a leave in, then shows you how to dry your hair and recommends a light oil. 

‘go ahead,’ they say, ‘run your hands through it, all that jazz.’

to touch; to feel. you think you might cry, all of a sudden, with your soft hair that you picked, that you wanted, and chanel takes in your wobbling bottom lip and then tuts and pulls you toward her. because of your height difference, your face is basically smooshed into her chest and, even though you do cry, you laugh too, wet and messy and alive.

‘this probably my favorite place in the world,’ you say.

chanel shoves you playfully and you grin up at her. 

‘thank you.’

she waves you off, as she always does when she’s a little overwhelmed too. ‘don’t thank me yet. now we have to go shopping.’

/

it’s not as bad as you’d feared; despite the fact that chanel only wears the most elegant designer clothes — her closet is full of gucci and bottega and, of course, chanel, and a whole shelf of louboutins — but she also loves you and knows you, deeply, and so when her driver pulls up to a row of a few very cool-looking thrift stores, you have to hug her again. she gives you helpful feedback on pieces and outfits and you feel, quite genuinely, happier than maybe you ever have. you buy crop tops and high waisted, loose jeans and a few sweaters you love; some silly earrings and a necklace and a cap that chanel laughs at, but fondly enough you know it works. you find a men’s button up with a bunch of flames on it and she rolls her eyes but you put it on anyway, knot it at your waist so it feels just above your shorts.

‘do i look bi?’

‘you look a little bit crazy, but i definitely wouldn’t think you’re straight.’

you’re practically shaking with excitement: ‘it’s… flaming. i’m flaming! get it!’

chanel groans. ‘ava,’ she says, but wraps an arm around your shoulders and throws it on the growing pile anyway.

/

you feel happier than maybe you ever have until the next morning, when you come back from a silly game of football on the beach with her and JC and a few of your other friends, your hair spilling out of the tiny bun you’d managed to get it into, which had made you laugh, and sit down to have some burrata — another one of your favorites that chanel indulges in getting for you from time to time, even did while you were in the hospital and she had to put it on little crackers and feed it to you herself — and then accept a call from your agent. you step inside to take it, close the door softly. 

after it’s done, you yank the door open this time, burst onto the patio. all of your nerves are alive; in your shorts, your legs look strong again, tan and muscular and capable.

‘good news?’

you’re almost too excited to explain that you’re getting signed by your favorite club, $6 million for the year, with, if all goes well, an option to extend your contract another season after. a bonus: they just hired dr. jillian salvius, one of the best sports specialists in the world. all of your care will be, of course, included.

chanel starts to cry, which makes you start to cry, and she hugs you to her tightly. 

‘i am so happy for you,’ she says. ‘and i’m really gonna miss you.’

‘i’m gonna miss you too,’ you tell her. 

she backs up and puts her hands on your shoulders, a smile sneaking up her face. ‘you know, i happen to remember your favorite player in the whole entire world playing at a certain club.’

you hadn’t really thought past football and then six million dollars, but — ‘fuck.’

chanel laughs, face beautiful and delicate and rich in the sun. ‘i can’t wait to show her pictures of you in her jersey.’

‘oh god, are there any on my instagram? i have to go check.’

she just keeps laughing, and it’s all brimming, so wonderful, right at your fingertips.

/

you sign a few days later, your hands steady.

/

‘well,’ chanel asks, lounging back in bed on zoom, ‘how was day one?’

‘oh my god.’ your hair is still wet from the shower you took at the training grounds; you had raced back to your new apartment to make sure you were on time for your call. ‘i got there early, to play a little bit, get the nerves out, you know. and guess who was there and wanted to play 1v1?’

she grins. ‘no fucking way.’

‘i got schooled, obviously,’ you say, think of the way beatrice xin had moved with the ball, how surely she went into tackles, how precise she was. ‘i did score twice, though, and nutmegged her once. greatest football moment of my life, i’m pretty sure.’

‘what’s she like?’

you think chanel is probably humoring you, but you don’t care. ‘beatrice is… beautiful.’ it’s really the only word you have: her neat bun that stayed in place perfectly other than a few errant strands by the end of the session today; her clipped, lovely accent; the way her calves had looked while she was sprinting; the delicate lines of her face; her freckles and her eyes; how she had been serious and professional but kind; her strong back, muscles rippling under her skin in a way that made you shiver, in the locker room when she had untucked her quarterzip and pulled it over her head; how she seemed lonely, despite it all. ‘she’s really beautiful.’

/

it’s a while later when the sheer mortification dawns on you, but then beatrice, in her weird, hot, hilarious way, seems to dissipate the extreme embarrassment you’re going to be faced with by being embarrassing first.

‘hello, chanel.’ she reaches out her hand very seriously, in her favorite linen jumpsuit and a very expensive pair of off-white dunks and black, cat eye sunglasses that are honestly cooler than you expected, in front of her favorite nice brunch place. chanel shoots you a glance and then shakes bea’s hand firmly while you both try not to laugh. 

‘hey, it’s great to meet you.’

‘you, as well,’ bea says. ‘i — before we sit, i just wanted to extend my admiration, for the work you have done both on and off the field for trans equity in our sport.’

it’s so serious, and so genuine, chanel seems a little disarmed and a little affected. ‘thank you.’

bea nods once, seriously. ‘and, maybe more importantly, even, my deep gratitude, for caring for ava. she’s spoken so highly of you, and it means — i love her,’ bea decides on, after a pause. ‘i’m glad, immeasurably so, that she has people who love her too.’

chanel suspiciously sniffles. ‘can i give you a hug? is that weird?’

bea smiles, a real smile, your favorite, and opens her arms. you resist the urge, passionately, to make a joke about how the two hottest (sorry, lilith) women you know together is really gonna do it for you during your alone time later, which is honestly a fucking feat.

‘well,’ chanel says, ‘i made a presentation of every embarrassing thing ava has done that you should know about.’

‘oh no.’

bea loops her arm with chanel when she gallantly offers, and bea says, ‘oh yes.’ you trail behind them, feeling short and small and bursting with happiness. chanel orders basically the entire menu for you to try and she and bea laugh at your expense when chanel opens her phone and does, indeed, have an entire canva presentation of you being embarrassing, but you don’t really mind at all. the sun warms your shoulders and you drink champagne that costs way too much money, the bubbles bright on your tongue. chanel laughs and bea puts her hand on your thigh, just like that: you feel it all.

#avatrice fic #avatrice #footy au #wn #warrior nun fic #anyway completely missed opportunity on the show to have chanel be the STAR OF THE SHOW lmfao so here she is in all her glory i love her #i WILL put it up on ao3 just in a hot minute lol

[ordinaryschmuck]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 made me cry three times.

Hey, that’s one per movie...Yeah, this movie’s awesome.

If you couldn’t tell, this is a very emotional film for sure, and a part of why that works so well is because it’s these characters. The Guardians are some of the most likable characters in the MCU, so seeing them go through a lot of hard stuff in this movie hits ya where it hurts because of how much you care about them. Especially Rocket, who I might not see the same way again after this movie due to his crazy tragic backstory.

Speaking of which, shit gets DARK with Volume 3! Do you like animals? Then maybe don’t watch this one, because there are scenes where animals get tortured, mutilated, mutated, and even killed throughout the film. You don’t see the REAL brutal stuff, but the implications that James Gunn puts in might actually be worse than SHOWING us. But don’t let that make you think we DON’T see any gruesome stuff in this. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 is one of the few MCU projects that EARNS its PG-13 rating, having some VIOLENT imagery and deaths. For example, there’s a moment where you see what a character really looks like, and it might just be the goriest thing the MCU has ever had, which is the biggest compliment I can give.

But despite all that, it’s still funny! Like, REALLY funny! And the jokes don’t spoil and dramatic or serious moment in the film, either...Well, except for maybe one or two scenes, but that’s NOTHING compared to films where the jokes completely harm the final product like Thor: Love and Thunder. Here, the jokes are perfectly placed, are rarely forced in, and are ACTUALLY funny. Me and everyone in the theater were cackling with laughter a LOT throughout the movie. I could barely restrain myself from belting out a laugh or two half the time.

And the action. Holy SHIT, the action! These “trilogies” in the MCU really know how to save the cool stuff for the third movies. Iron Man 3, Captain America: Civil War, Thor: Ragnarok, Spider-Man: No Way Home, and now THIS FILM all feature some of the most epic, creative, and fun action scenes and set-pieces in the MCU. There’s a hallway fight that might just top Daredevil’s due to how violent and creative it is with these characters, their powers, and how they kill people. It really does feel like James Gunn wanted to give the fans a few final cool battles before leaving the MCU forever.

Which brings me to another thing about what makes this movie awesome: It is a clear send-off for James Gunn and the Guardians. The movie makes it VERY clear that this will be the last time all these characters will be together. Hell, the credits features pictures of the Guardians throughout their journies and adventures in the MCU. The most we’ll PROBABLY get are cameos, but other than that, this is the end for most of these characters. And WHAT an end it was.

If there’s anything to complain about, there’s two problems.

#1, Adam Warlock. The character isn’t...bad and Will Poulter nails the voice I always pictured this character having. But he doesn’t really nail who Warlock is in the comics and, overall, he’s kind of...pointless. You can easily write him out of the movie and make a few extra tweaks NOTHING would be missing. Honestly, it feels like the only reason why he’s here is because Volume 2 teased his appearance and James Gunn had no choice but to...bring him in for this last ride. Also, Warlock has the worst costume in the MCU. I mean, look at this:

What even is this?

Which brings me to #2--Which is my most nitpickiest complaint: Star Lord doesn’t wear his mask. Ever. Throughout all two hours and a half hours of this film. It’s part of a bigger complain I have where characters don’t mask up as much as they should in these movies, but it doesn’t stop how distracting it is. I don’t want see Chrisp Ratt’s stupid face in this. I want to see STAR LORD.

THIS! I want to see THIS! And the crazy thing is that Volume 3 finally gives the Guardians their comic accurate uniforms, but don’t go all the way in giving us Star Lord’s mask. Not even the original one they made for these movies. Part of the fun of superheroes are their cool and iconic costumes so it sucks that we don’t get to see enough of that. Imagine if Spider-Man: No Way Home or Captain America: Civil War didn’t have Peter and Steve wear their masks for the big and epic fights, including the finale battles. It wouldn’t be great, would it? Seeing Tom Holland and Chris Evans fight instead of Spider-Man and Captain America.

LET YOUR HEROES WEAR MASKS, YOU COWARDS!

...But other than that, this movie’s a near perfect 9/10 for me.

Now, does this mean Marvel’s back on their game and they’ll be making good movies again?

...We’ll see.

For now, I’ll remain hopeful. Because while the MCU is going through a bit of a rough patch with its films and recent shows, there’s still some fun to be had. I’ll always keep an eye out for what they have next, even if it’s not always as good as it could be, it’ll always lead me to seeing...

A fun, nostalgic thrill-ride that honors Spider-Man and what makes him so awesome.

A touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and how much he and the character he portrayed meant to others.

And this final ride that’s fun, tragic, and complete in all the right ways.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu reviews #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #rocket raccoon #star lord #adam warlock #quick thoughts #what i thought about

[hllfireclb]

Call me Valentine Munson | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of smut, mention of drugs, Eddie smoking a joint, some hurt kinda? If I missed any please let me know!

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I hate Valentine’s Day. I actually wanted to go into detail more and make this a longer OS but my absolute hate for that day is too big (sorry) plus I couldn’t handle even more soft/ hurt Eddie. I don’t wanna cry in the middle of the night lol. I‘m also still working on requests, please bare with me😭🫶

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any kind of mistakes in the story. Feel free to send requests and please read navigation or check out my masterlist! Feedback is always appreciated but please stay constructive! Don’t like? Don’t read! Enjoy the story!

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You knew that Valentine’s Day would be new to Eddie, especially because he told you that he hates this goddamn day. 14th of February. His official "hate date“ how he likes to call it. He told you that he doesn't understand the concept of valentine's day, that he doesn't see the point in showing your loved one, all of your "love" for just that one day and that if it was up to him, he’d show his girlfriend love all the time. You gladly agreed with him, with the fact you both hate that day and will never be like the cheesy couples as soon as you got into a relationship yourself.

That was exactly one year ago when you and him were best friends only, nothing more. But now? Now you‘ve been dating the, number one Valentine’s Day-hater and even though the two of you agreed, that you will show each other how much you love the other every single day and that Valentine’s Day was complete bullshit, you‘re still sad that you won’t get anything on that special day.Well that‘s what you thought.

Why should he gift you something on the day he abhors the most? Why should he surprise you with something? He thinks you hate the day just as much as he does, right? So it‘s pointless to give yourself some hope for a small present or a rose.

So you started this day just like every other. Going to school, studying your ass off in the library during your break since your beloved boyfriend decided to stay at his trailer with the lame excuse that "he doesn’t want to see all the cheesy shit in the hallways" like he said on the phone when you called him from school earlier.So instead of hanging out with the only person that could brighten up your day a little, you sit here, alone, studying for the next biology test.

What a great Valentine’s Day.

The day goes by slower than usually. It‘s always like this when Eddie‘s not around you. The world gets grey and boring without him by your side. Minutes feel like hours and your lips barley form into a smile on these kind of days.

So when you stop your car in front of his dark trailer you should be on cloud seven, happy to be able to jump into his arms and give him a big hug, followed by a passionate kiss. But today‘s different. Of course you‘re happy that you can be by his side now, snuggle up to him on the sofa while watching a movie together and eat some popcorn…but the fact that you had to see all these happy couples together today did something with you.

You‘re disappointed. Disappointed that Eddie didn’t even think about showing up to school, so you at least were able to judge all these giggling, feet kicking couples together. It would have been a lot easier for you of he would have been by your side.

You shrug off all your thoughts before you step inside his trailer, not wanting to seem upset or sad so he’d feel bad at the end of the day. While you start to take off your shoes and jacket, you notice something very unusual. The trailer is quiet and all lights are turned off. The only source of light comes from Eddie’s room. Normally Eddie would stand in front of you already, wearing the cutest smile ever while he’d reach out for you, placing a soft kiss on your lips afterwards. Some music would be playing quietly in the living room because he knows you don’t like it, to get your ears blasted away after a long school day…but today there was nothing. No music, no hugs, no Eddie.

Did he forget that you wanted to come over?

"Hey Eddie! I‘m home" you say, your voice slightly raised, expecting him to hear you. When you don’t get an answer you start to worry. Maybe he‘s in his room? You think to yourself to calm your mind down from the instructive thoughts that start to fill your head. Taking a big, deep breath before you start walking towards your boyfriend’s bedroom, hoping that he’d be there. Exuberantly you swing open his door, expecting him to be sleeping on his bed or maybe writing something new for his upcoming D&D campaign with the boys. You were expecting anything but definitely not what you‘re seeing in front of you right now.

The dim lights of a few lavender candles being the only sources of light in his room. Filling the air with a pleasant smell, mixing together with the smell of weed, cologne and Eddie. His, usually very messy, bedroom is cleaned up. The clothes that would normally lie everywhere are hanging in his closet, the bed is freshly made, the random stuff and trash on his desk and shelf is gone too and it looks like he even vacuumed the room.

In front of you, you see your reason to smile every day. Eddie. He‘s holding a small bouquet of roses in front of his chest, his hair looks washed and fluffy just how you like it. He’s wearing a black jeans without any holes in it and his tattoo covered chest and muscular arms are hugged nicely, by a white button up shirt. As you step a little bit closer you‘re able to smell his scent, or how you like to call it, your personal drug since you can’t get enough of it. He‘s showing you the beautiful smile of his as he starts speaking softly.

"Too much?" His voice is barely above a whisper when you stand directly in front of him, the flowers being the only thing that keeps you away from pulling him into a tight hug. Your lungs feel empty and your mouth turns dry in the split of a few seconds. Like it was said, you expected anything but that. Your boyfriend cleaned up his room and got pretty flowers, for you.

That’s something that no one ever has done for you yet and it just feels so personal because you know Eddie hates this goddamn day…plus he cleaned up for you. If there‘s one thing he hates more than Valentine’s Day, it’s probably cleaning up. Especially because he‘s known for his Organized "Munson Mess“ how Wayne calls it. He even got you pretty flowers that look quite expensive and you know he‘s probably low on budget again. How could you still be mad at him for not showing up at school after all of this?

When you don’t answer Eddie it‘s his turn to feel worried. Maybe it’s too much you? Maybe you don’t like anything of this cheesy stuff? You‘ve agreed with him back then, when he told you that he "hates“ Valentine’s Day.

Truth is, Eddie doesn’t hate it. Yes, he gets annoyed by the couples at school every single time..but that was only because he used to be alone on this day for twenty years straight. He never got love from anyone expect Wayne, but you can’t quiet compare this love with actual love. So he decided to walk the easy way and hate on this one, stupid day of the year. But deep down Eddie Munson is, and always was, a hopeless romantic.

"I knew it would be too much…I‘m so sorry Sweetheart! I just- I just thought it would be cute to give you something..I didn’t come to school today just to prepare some things for you!" He starts to explain himself while putting away the roses. Before he can continue his small rant about how stupid that idea is, you stop him by pressing your lips onto his own. Soft but passionate. Confusion takes place on his face when you softly let go off him, smiling like an idiot.

"It‘s perfect Ed‘s. I Love it! I actually was kinda sad that you left me all alone in school today earlier but now? I couldn’t be happier right now." you whisper against his lips, before crashing your own onto his again. He happily joins the kiss, pulling you even closer to his chest as his hands find their way to explore your body. They squeeze the flesh of your ass and thighs, he even massages one of your boobs slowly to give himself some comfort.

A few moments pass before you pull away from him to get some air, still smiling like an idiot who‘s in love...and you are. After Eddie explained the whole situation, why he had to take a day off school, so he could prepare this whole surprise and get everything for it, the two of you sit down on the sofa like you usually do. Some random movie plays on the TV while Eddie feeds you with the food he ordered before you arrived at his trailer. It’s actually a miracle that you didn’t smell any of it when you walked inside earlier.

His shirt is opened slightly, just enough to present you his beautiful chest with it‘s soft hair on it. You‘re sitting between his legs, facing him with a smile on your lips as you play with the buttons of his shirt. "I‘m sorry again…that I left you alone at school today y’know? But to be honest, I‘m happy that I didn’t have to witness Jason Carver’s cheesy-ass speech for Chrissy. Most of the stuff he says, is probably bullshit" Eddie says while he places the empty plate on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

His comment making you giggle softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of your soft voice causing him to join you with a deep chuckle, while he teaches for the already rolled joint. "God we‘re just like these weird couples at your school. You know, the ones we always judged?" You offer him a smug grin but all he does is shrug.

"So what? Call me cheesy because I am. You made me this way!" He grins back at you, his fingers poking into your sides just enough to make you squirm under his touch, causing another chuckle of his to leave his mouth. "I will be your personal Valentine if you want me to be princess. I‘m going to shower you with kisses, love, gifts and a good fuck. Call me Valentine Munson“ he adds with another smug grin before placing the joint between his lips.

All you do is roll your eyes at him playfully evoke handing him the lighter. When he has finished his first drag on the joint, your lips immediately find his. They‘re just way too addicting to not touch them in any kind of way, Eddie doesn’t complain at all though. The smoke of the joint slowly fills your lungs as he blows it into your mouth, causing a soft whine to leave your mouth.

And just like he promised to you, he ends your day as your own, personal Munson Valentine with kisses, hugs, lots of love and a sleepless night ;).

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson on Valentine’s Day #Eddie munsom x you

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

In addition to my previous "top 5 ask" this is the attached space to gush and rant about how Ghostbur is your favorite of all. 😝 Go off. I want to hear it all.

EEEEEE OH MY GOSH

REALLY?

REALLY?

*squeals*

I am so happy right now I keep smiling oh my goodness-

OKAY SO!!!

Gosh where do I even start oh my gosh-

Ghostbur’s just… adorable. I don’t usually call fictional characters adorable, but Ghostbur IS HE REALLY IS!!! HERE WOULD YOU LIKE AN EXAMPLE!!!

HE TALKS IN A HIGH-PITCHED SCRATCHY VOICE AND WEARS A YELLOW SWEATER AND HIS BEST FRIEND IS A SHEEP NAMED FRIEND AND HE JUST OUGH OUGHHHH

Speaking of Friend!! Ghostbur being an animal lover is just… yes. He’s so sweet and kind and gentle to Friend and loves him dearly and takes him everywhere on a little leash, and he calls Friend his “comfort sheep” and Friend really does help calm Ghostbur down and aaaaaaah he’s like a therapy pet and it’s adorable 🥺

Ghostbur’s devotion!! To the people he loves!! Oh my gosh!! Like he literally followed Tommy to his death, and did everything he possibly could to help Tommy and make sure he was taken care of and felt loved; and the compasses!!! Aaaaaaah!!! Ghostbur gave Tommy a compass that pointed to Tommy’s best friend, and Ghostbur knew it would mean a lot to Tommy so he went through the painstaking process to make the compass and EEEEEEEEEE!!!

Oh! Exile! Can I talk about Exile? Yes, I shall.

Ghostbur was pretty much the only one who visited Tommy during Exile. The only one! And not only that, but Ghostbur stayed; he built Tommy a house, helped him make Exile a home (or as much of a home as it could be) and helped decorate and would take pictures of L’manburg and bring them back for Tommy to look at, and he helped with the beach party planning and happily offered to send invitations… like I feel like people don’t talk about this. Ghostbur helped Tommy a lot during Exile—so much so that Dream, the big bad guy of the server, saw Ghostbur as a threat and tried to kill him!!!

DREAM!!! THE BAD GUY!!! SAW GHOSTBUR AS A THREAT!!! WHY DON’T PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS?!!

Lots and lots of people see Ghostbur as a child, as immature, as silly or weird or pointless or something else, and while yes, Ghostbur does have very weird and very innocent and very child-like quirks, that is not his entire personality.

In actuality, Ghostbur is an incredibly cunning, smart, resourceful, thoughtful, deeply caring individual who thinks hard about things, and communicates himself in a wonderfully unique way! I really resonate with a lot of what Ghostbur says :)

So many people see Ghostbur as the “tee-hee silly ghost boy” and like… have they even watched his Doomsday stream?? Have. Have they even watched it?? Have they heard Ghostbur screaming at Phil??? Have they heard, “I know I’m forgetful, I know I’m an amnesiac, I know I’m the comic relief in all your stories but I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels them” (said through tears, by the way)

HAVE THEY HEARD THAT??? HAVE THEY HEARD, “I sowed the seeds of peace, and yet I’m the one who pays for war”??? DID THEY HEAR ANY OF THAT???

Heck, even Phil, the one Ghostbur said all this to, merely said this: “I’m sorry. You’ll understand someday.”

LIKE WHAT THE HECK!!! STOP TREATING GHOSTBUR LIKE A CHILD AND ACTUALLY HEAR HIM OUT!!! COME ON PHIL, I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU!!!

Gosh. The misinterpretations of Ghostbur will never stop making me angry. Anyway.

Ghostbur also loooooves to read and has his own little library which yes :D :D

Ghostbur’s weird, man. He’s a strange guy. He’s dead. He burns in the rain. He loves sheep. He loves Tommy. He just OUGHHHHHABDKSBKSGSJSV

Ghostbur has such a unique personality + way of viewing the world, and I feel like this fandom really sleeps on that—which is a shame, because Ghostbur is a beautiful character!! There’s so much potential there!!

Also his determination to see the best in everyone, even if they’ve been deemed the bad guy; he saw goodness in Eret, he saw hope in Wilbur, he was even nice to Dream! He even was friends with Dream (which, he probably shouldn’t have been, because Dream did nothing but hurt him, but still wksdhwjsgwjg)!

One of my favorite quotes from Ghostbur is, “Maybe a villain is just a hero who hasn’t been convinced yet.”

LIKE !!!

Gosh. Gosh, man. I freaking love Ghostbur.

#I’ve been wanting to pull my thoughts together and actually make a coherent/focused post about him for a while #but for now I’ll settle with ramble-y screaming XD #thank you soooo much for sending this Deathy oh my gosh oh my gosh it made me so happy #I love Ghostbur :D #ask #my DSMP thoughts #ghostposting

[kimyoonmiauthor]

The Slightly Humorous Story About How Straight People made me Queer.

Let’s be clear here, when I was in Korea, I was halfway tripped up on Korean dramas. Korean dramas which didn’t have kissing until much later in the series, and lots of small romantic gestures were on screen. From what I know, I liked cartoons and TV shows to block the noise from my parents arguing all of the time. I disliked the Japanese occupation drama that was popular at the time because it had loud guns in it. So I’ve always loved rom coms the most on television. They gave me comfort. I also watched Historicals with my aunties.

I had to figure this out on my own, by putting things together.

So when I came to the US (adopted), I had this really strong notion that went something like this...

I would get married, have kids, I didn’t know how. And then my husband would tragically die of natural causes or we’d get divorced or something of that sort and he’d disappear. And then I would have dogs and be a widow.

No straight person has a thought like this when they are five years old, and maybe it should have clued me in that people usually don’t kill off their spouses in their heads that maybe just maybe I was not straight.

I had bouts as a kid, too, of loving frilly pink things, then hating it, etc, though this got confused under all of the Second wave feminism my mom liked to shove on me, which often was white feminist and racist and oddly anti-LBTQIA.

I liked pink for a while, because it was girly, then converted to purple, because it felt more neutral, but then couldn’t identify with any color after that. Maybe this, too, was part of the harassment my mom had around colors, insisting that I wear black because it was “practical” but I couldn’t really perform gender that well. I would really, really try to conform to one gender, but then feel highly uncomfortable with it.

I wanted to learn girly things to know it, but I didn’t want to perform it. I wanted to do sports, and learn various types of things that were told to be gendered--but honestly, I saw it as kind of pointless to call wiffle ball a “Boys game” and girls “Cooking.” I never felt stable. I would flux and convert at turns a little, and I was comfortable with that. I didn’t see the point of gendered pronouns. WTH. I got constantly corrected on them for years probably because I couldn’t feel them in myself either. And the thing was, I liked dressing up in costumes, I didn’t care about the gender of the clothes. I also absolutely loved anything that played with gender roles and expectations. I was drawn to it.

I found myself drawn to queer books, though a lot of the romances I read were het, maybe as a remnant of watching too many het romances on television from very young and also because reading queer romances would have exposed me more.

At the same time straight kids would endlessly tease me for being a lesbian, gay, or something. And I was puzzled over sexual attraction and romantic attraction for myself. I thought people were lying in television shows--also maybe because of the gap between US television and Korean. US--two seconds, in bed. Korean 10/16 episodes in and you get a kiss. And for a kid that doesn’t feel primary sexual attraction, this was quite confusing--I didn’t know that kids could know their sexuality at five years old.

From the time I knew sexual attraction was a thing(TM), I was thinking, unlike the kids that teased me to be gay and lesbian. I was fine with “whatever” the most ace thing in the world. (Though if it was a woman in my head, I thought things like, well, if I’m attracted to women, well, the dying early thing won’t be in the cards. I’ll figure it out then.) I was fine being bisexual. As long as I could punch my schedule of having kids and a dog. (This is kinda ND to me... which might also be why I got bullied--besides being Asian. I didn’t think like most other kids and I was extremely precocious.)

At one point I was asked if the “Backstreet boys was hot” when I was nine and in a fit of NDness, probably, I watched their music videos to figure out *why* that person liked them, and I couldn’t figure it out at all. Totally went over my head. Was it a personality trait they had?

But nothing happened for a long ass time. And then aesthetic attraction happened. I thought aesthetic attraction was the same thing as sexual attraction for the longest ass time. It took me a long, long ass time to realize people actually do want to have sex upon looking at someone and saying “I’d do them.”

Even the kissing games like spin the bottle and dares, etc, I stayed out of with the thought of, “I don’t see the point if you don’t have feelings for each other.”

I also thought probably because of a steady digest of rom coms, Victorian romances, and so on, attraction would be this magical moment of floaty clouds, etc. But I found it extremely annoying in part and I wanted to distance myself from it. At other points I didn’t want to deal with it at all. And I was told it was the greatest thing in the world.

My friends asked why I didn’t date anyone and I answered with the most ND answer ever in my head. “I didn’t have a large enough pool of people to be attracted to.” The other thing I thought was, “There is no point of dating in Middle School and High School if you’re going to break up with people,” *cough* Grey-ace, maybe? Have a clue.

But I had no terms for this, or my kind of half-hearted attempts at presenting cis. Presenting fully as a woman and performing it was too much work in my head. And I know some women just don’t like makeup, and some nonbinary do, but putting the effort in to perform being a woman 24-7 felt like too much for me. I kept slipping every time I tried. I never quite felt comfortable in the gossip circles women do--it also might be because I was also extremely precocious and ND-ish that it was harder to fit in.

But straight people kept flagging me over and over trying to figure out why this or that was true. Why I had no attraction to anyone. Why I couldn’t perform womanhood, even though I knew how. The feedback from straight people told me over and over I was very queer. And I felt an attraction to queer culture, but I didn’t know how I slotted in and I couldn’t place it because the dominant labels were not me. But I didn’t feel straight either.

I semi-dated long distance a guy I felt romantic attraction to (after I got to know him for a while), but I didn’t feel sexual attraction to. In truth, I probably wasn’t that committed and the long distance hampered my ability to feel attraction since we separated in early stages.

I did finally date someone I had sex with, but I still don’t get why people love sex that much. My sex stance is sex indifferent most of the time, sometimes favorable, but rarely, so it was a meh moment for me. I liked sex for the intimacy, but sometimes I felt like it was kinda pointless. I did feel sexual attraction after knowing the person for a while. I’m not clear on my secondary sexual/romantic attraction orientation completely, though. It’s like trying to reach past a brick wall. I’m not against it being more omni/pan/bi still.

And the guy of the time was straight--also had this weird relationship with trans people where he kept harping on it. So I closeted my NBness really hard during that relationship, but I kept slipping and he kept on me for why I didn’t perform womanness correctly. lol Maybe I was also trying to get that man dies before I’m 80, but we have kids thing going too.

lol Queer people kept semi-kicking me out though I kind of had an attraction to queer people as in I think I’m one of you, but I don’t know how. So I struggled a lot to find the correct labels.

I wish I knew earlier that this was a thing, though, since I was destructive in some ways when I thought I was straight, but a little strange and trying to fit into the allosexual/alloromantic/cis box. I could have sorted it out faster and better and probably gotten past the grey-ace/aro wall by approaching it differently.

All straight people kept cluing me into the fact I was queer. It wasn’t queer people that told me, hey, you, you’re queer. It was 100% straight people--though they got the brand of queer wrong often. I just couldn’t perform their straightness to their standards no matter how hard I tried.

So no dog, no kids, but hella queer? I do have reptiles. But I do plan to eventually have dogs. The straights converted me to queer.

#pride #asexuality #ace spec #aromanticism #nonbinary #sexuality #queer #all about mi #memoirette

[toji-girl-main]

minxi self-ship

I've been wanting to talk more about my self-ship with Toji and I don't reblog ask games anymore so I am using this post to answer them myself! I might do this again in the future.

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’?

very much me but also Toji too especially if he let his jealousy get the best of him.

Do they wear the other’s clothes?

I wear his all of the time when we're home I'm always wearing one of his shirts!

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Toji is very protective, sometimes a bit too much but I understand why and I tease him about it, but I am also protective as well, but I like being the damsel in distress.

Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

I have to ask and beg a little because he likes to hear my voice get high-pitched and he likes to see me pout so he can squish my cheeks together and kiss me before helping me with the fort where we -

What happens if one of them gets sick?

if it's me he will stay by my side and just do things for me and if he's sick I baby the hell out of this grown man, homemade soup, drawing him baths, ya know all that stuff because I love him.

What are their thoughts on having children?

well, he has Megumi...but we want more to have a huge family!

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

we both do but we both knew each other well enough that it's pointless but it's a hard habit to break.

Who’s the bigger tease?

HIM A HUNDRED PERCENT!!!

Can they stay up all night just talking?

we've done it before, a lot of heart-to-heart talks.

Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

him for sure because he likes to see me flustered!

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

Toji doesn't mind animals but he isn't going out of his way to volunteer his time at the shelters and stuff so we've talked about getting a kitty for Gumi!

How do they feel about PDA?

this man doesn't care at all lmaoo but the most we do is kisses and maybe ass slaps and pats and holding hands.

Who would get into a fight to defend the other’s honor? Who tends to the other’s wounds?

he has gotten in a few fights during a date night, and I have to tend to him but I don't mind because he does it for my honor and I love him.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

we both are guilty of that lmaooo

Who’s more likely to give the other a massage?

me! I love it when he lays on his stomach and I straddle his ass while I massage his back but he gives me one in turn that ends up with me in the prone bone position lmaooo

What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Toji calls me all sorts, doll, darlin', sweetheart, angel, honey, sweet girl, good girl, baby, and a few more that's for the bedroom LMAOO and I call him handsome, honey, and baby!

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

no, we can't do that, we're touching one way or another.

Who’s the better cook?

I love him...but me.

Who’s more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

it's more Toji but I do like to make dirty jokes and tell him to fuck me like a slut to see him smirk and do just that lmaoo

Which is more likely to swear?

we both cuss like sailors LMAOOO.

Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

we're both freaky kdsfjbnjksrtrt

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

I would nurse it and he'd tease me but he loves that I have a big heart.

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

Toji would and he's done it before so many times it's gotten to the point he gave me a jacket to keep in the car lmaoo

What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

he loves snowy and rainy days like me because it's the perfect excuse to cuddle in the bed all day but we both like going out and about so sunny afternoons are perfect as well!

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

we both would in a heartbeat.

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

he's caught me doing this before lmaooo

Can they fall asleep without the other?

no.

Who’s the better driver?

me.

Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

we both do but I'm worse about it.

What’s a nonverbal way they say I love you?

doing things for me, or getting me something, random back massages.

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

I can't carry him lmaooo so it has to be him

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

he'll barely touch me, grab my throat or cheeks and squish them together while whispering nasty things in my ear, talk about what he's going to do to me and for him, I show him my tits, walk around the house naked, ask him to join me in the bath, kiss his neck.

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

it really depends on our moods but I'm the one throwing random things in there lmaooo

Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

me kdsjfb

Who tops? Who bottoms?

he tops for sure zdkjjkt

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

he won't let me be the big spoon anymore because I started humping him so I got those privileges taken away :(

#my lover #minxi #self shipping #minx x toji #txt

[blujayonthewing]

Future and/or mask for Aubree and/or June? :)

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Juniper has a nasty combo of a martyr complex and a terror of loss and letting go, which could very easily lead to a Bad Ending June who is consumed with desperation to avoid or undo a terrible fate befalling someone she loves, and driven by that desperation to give up too much of herself in the process. She's spent a lot of the campaign warning others against making deals with fey, especially more obviously malicious ones, and she's been right to do so-- but it's less that she thinks sensible advice doesn't apply to her, and more that she thinks her (life, personhood, moral code, etc) is worth less than others' sacrificing to protect someone she cares about. I don't think she's... completely unaware of this. It makes her nervous. Themes of self sacrifice for a greater good have already come up in this campaign, for one thing; it's a concept she's had to confront, on some levels. Also, Fengling's backstory villains need her magical/ ceremonial tattoos to stabilize a planar portal that's going to inevitably tear the world apart if it can't be controlled, and while mostly Juniper is, of course, on team 'we have to find a way to defeat the bad guys and save the world,' she was startled by her very first impulse being 'Good. They deserve to have to live to helplessly watch the apocalypse they caused by violently driving Fengling away.' There's a tiny part of June that would rather let the world literally burn than risk those people getting their hands on Fengling again, and it scares her-- so, she's definitely aware her own moral compass can be compromised.

The thing is, mostly her plan for 'don't martyr yourself' is 'try to prevent it from being necessary', and her plan for 'don't compromise your morals' is 'well OBVIOUSLY I wouldn't ACTUALLY do anything evil,' neither of which is... extremely helpful if push ever actually came to shove 😬 TL;DR Bad Ending Juniper permanently gives up her freedom in some way, likely in the sense of actual autonomy or personhood through some supernatural means, in some kind of desperation fey bargain to save someone else.

AUBREE... it's harder to... pinpoint. I feel like a lot of Worst Possible Futures for her are kind of.... out of her hands, in ways that I don't know if they're interesting to talk or hear about? Our warlock keeps looking for excuses teetering on the brink of catastrophic angst explosion; there's definitely a darkest timeline where Lisbet self-destructs in a way that feels meaningless and tears the party apart-- timelines where all of our/ Aubree's efforts to do good in the world feel pointless to the point of inescapable despair-- timelines where she gives up on everything she believes in, the convictions that drive her forward, and ends up drinking the rest of her life away, bitter and jaded and hopeless, regressed to the lowest point of her life and unable to ever recover again. The good news is that this is all very unlikely; she's deeply stubborn and her convictions run very deep, and it would take losing everything she's fought for, which isn't the kind of story our DM is trying to tell. The bad news is that's not a very interesting answer, aaahah.

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Not that she's very good at it, but Juniper is insistent about keeping up the front that she's fine, really, of course she's fine, why wouldn't she be? She's deeply aware of how much more real everyone else's problems are than hers, and doesn't want to burden anyone else with her silly, petty problems (all of them, of course, as far as she's concerned). She's let Fengling in, a little, just once or twice, and she's cracked when pressed once or twice, but for the most part she maintains that she's perfectly fine and no one ever need worry about her, let her do the worrying please, thank you very much

Oof well... on the one hand, for the most part, Aubree is a very straightforward, heart-on-the-sleeves, staunchly only ever Herself sort of person; not wearing a figurative mask no matter what has historically gotten her in more trouble than anything else, but she couldn't be any other way even if she wanted to, which she doesn't. That.... said. She has also become, increasingly, an '... I'm fine.' sort of person as well. Some of the party are fragile to the point of dangerously unstable, some are detached to the point of harshly callous, and we're all sort of bound together by circumstances in a way that makes conflict harder to manage and irreconcilable differences harder to call the relationship quits over. Nearly any time she's voiced concerns, or fears, or grief, or (god forbid) anger, she's been either talked over or shouted down... so...... she's been keeping that shit to herself instead, as much as possible. It's new for her, and she hates it, but it beats any alternative available to her right now, so. I'm sure it's fine (:

ask about my OCs?

#sarahmeeps #WHEEZE and out of the GRAVEYARD with this ask gfkjdhfkjddg #sorry my brains are tapioca pudding but at least I got around to it eventually lmao #AUBREE'S DOING SO FINE. HER CAMPAIGN IS GOING REALLY GREAT. AHAHAHA #the-- I don't wanna bitch too much in the tags but briefly: the frustrating thing is Justin is SUCH a good DM and the campaign is SO good #EXCEPT. FOR. AUBREE'S 'FRIENDS'. WHO MAKE IT SO STRESSFUL ALL THE TIME FOR NO REASON. AAUGH #juniper is Going Through It but in a way that feels manageable for me as a player lol like Good Story Narrative Stress you know? #ANYWAY sarah thank you for the ask these were really good questions!! 🥰 #ask thing #my OCs #aubree #juniper

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e2 reichenbach (w. andrew dabb)

truly didn't notice dean's jacket or the amulet just *squint* why is his face all smooth like the unfortunate cg choices in twilight breaking dawn

forgot to look it up but yes padalecki injury from... wrestling with kevin at a con??

Sam's arm is seen in a sling because Jared injured his shoulder and had to have surgery. It was still healing when filming for the season commenced. The injury occurred while wrestling with Osric Chau at Jus In Bello Italy 2014. Watch video of Osric relating how it happened. The explanation given in the show is that Sam was injured by a demon while he and Cas were searching for clues to Dean's disappearance. Sam wears the sling in the first four episodes of the season. Jared had previously wore a plaster cast on screen in season two for episodes 2.05 Simon Said through to 2.11 Playthings, following an on-set injury to his wrist.

how old is this cole dude supposed to be? his actor (travis aaron wade) is older than jackles.... (born 1975 and 1978, respectively).

when he was 13, it says. okay but LOL. at the choices in the past to have young dean be a different actor so he was supposed to be some mid20s lookin dude at 18/19 😂 i get so hung up on these silly pointless details

COLE Now…I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him -- none.

aforementioned family surely isn't enough

kind of clever i guess technically cutting between sam getting tortured and dean beating the shit out of the dude at the strip club (to the same song dean had in his pg-13 stripper dream from whenever ago when anna showed up in it [s5e13]) but then kind of sucks any fun out of dean beating the shit out of the dude. which maybe they're making a point or maybe they're just being tonally confusing again :p or maybe i just have extra strong feelings about torture in media!

SAM The Mark --I-I guess it --it just messed him up. I don't know. CASTIEL That is a vast understatement.

made me laugh

also, like that j2 interview, i need someone to tell me to make my observations snappier

i was wondering if dean knew he was a demon. brain scrambling desperately to figure out where he's looking. but it's all the same!

CROWLEY And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away.

is sam going to be daddy in this scenario?

HANNAH I understand the three beans, but...What's the surprise?

apparently we needed a lady angel to be clueless like cas too

show sure is trying to act like it wants them to smooch. the very special episode where hannah learns why humans and their feelings aren't so bad after all and maybe she wants to smash cas? if smashable

how i feel about the angel subplots generally 😔

DEAN Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche. CROWLEY Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math.

also made me laugh. demon math ✅

DEAN Oh, whatever I want. CROWLEY Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean -- what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!

doesn't want sam but also rudderless

DEAN Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way. CROWLEY Fine. It's over. What can I say? Crazy ones -- well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material.

that does not seem like the most practical place to stow your special knife on your person

CROWLEY You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you. SAM What? CROWLEY The little prat's bad for business. He's...uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now -- again, forever.

yes, the mark. that's it!

HANNAH Metatron. METATRON I knew you'd come back. That white-hot spark between us -- I felt it.

ew david

METATRON Well...Everybody wants something. Question is, are you willing to pay for it? Are you willing to...I don't know -- let me out? Oh, come on. don't look so shocked. You knew what I'd ask for. And you wouldn't have come here if you weren't willing to pony up. HANNAH It doesn't make it any easier.

.... what

METATRON Fair enough. So... Let me sweeten the pot. I have had time to... think. And I've decided -- screw earth. You pop that lock, I'll give you Castiel's Grace and then scamper off to another planet -- another galaxy, even --and you will never see me again. And in return... you get Cas back at full power -- large and in charge. And that's what you really want, isn't it? Somebody big and strong telling you what to do. Poor little Hannah. You're so desperate to be dominated.

double ew jfc

METATRON Ugh. You know perfectly well what she's doing, ass-tiel.

so childish but i still laughed

that piano does not sound like it's doing so hot lol

from wiki

The few notes Dean plays on the piano appear to be from the Beatles song "Hey Jude," which was the song Mary would sing to Dean as a lullaby.

and it's so few notes i figured lemme play the song to hear the piano at the beginning but then i'm just listening to it and crying because dead parent and hey jude

SAM It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it. DEAN Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it. SAM I'm gonna have to pass. DEAN Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me? SAM No. DEAN Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming. SAM Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home.

was thinking earlier how sam had the whole soul being shoved back in thing and the gadreel being shoved in thing, about time dean had something forcibly shoved in him thing

DEAN Hmm. Ah! “You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.” Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that.

i do like how he's made demon!dean pretty distinct from human!dean. so much smiling!

COLE Nyack, New York, June 21, 2003.

okay so. he's supposed to be.... 24. and his actor is 39. he does have a young face! but. this reminds me of how i could not wrap my head around chiyoh's actor supposedly knowing hannibal when he was young lol other than ~magic~

looking very well hinged there, dean-o

rolling my eyes at the extended staring at the picture of dean and crowley and hey there lonely girl.

DEAN You call that mercy? Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels?

putting aside we saw cole bleeding all over the library for demon research for a second, unless they're the only special ones that double down and go back after the guy... :p safe to assume he's just gonna come after you again

DEAN And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either.

now see that is actually distressing! stakes i care about

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x02 #andrew dabb #demon dean #na na na na-na-na hey jude 🥲

[hopetorun]

future considerations by daisysusan -- any!

okay as a title "future considerations" screams pwp (with feelings) to me. a swapping favors kind of thing, or maybe like ... encouragement? trading something, obviously. sexual favors, probably.

anyway i'm thinking brady and tim, and it starts with our poor little boy timmy getting into a bit of a scoring slump, and in his head about it. and obviously brady wants to help him get back into it, because he wants his team to succeed but mostly because he wants his boy timmy to be thriving! but he tries all the regular stuff and timmy's still just a little high-strung stress ball about it, so finally brady is like, here's the deal. i'm gonna blow you and then tomorrow night you're gonna score me a goal. that's the deal, yeah?

and it works. brady blows him, timmy scores a goal. perfect. except they have another game in two days and like, if it ain't broke don't fix it, right? so brady blows him again. timmy scores another goal. next game, brady blows him and timmy only gets an assist, so they mix it up. throw in a handjob.

timmy starts to think he should be offering something. you know. get him back. he could see that brady was hard after the last time he blew him, and brady on his knees, standing up with his mouth red and wet, tenting his basketball shorts? timmy's into it. but when he offers brady just shrugs and says that the setup they have going on seems to be working.

timmy doesn't get him to change his mind until he goes on a pointless streak, five games without so much as a secondary assist and it's definitely weighing on brady. timmy makes his most compelling argument (it involves licking his lips a lot) for why trading blowjobs is going to be better than brady just sucking tim off. and that works for a bit, too -- brady scores two in the next game, and tim assists on them both, and that's how it should be, right?

anyway, suffice to say, this fairly quickly develops into a "i get you off/i get to ask you for a favor" situation. mostly hockey stuff at first, but straying pretty far from the original score a goal parameters. brady jerks timmy off on the couch and asks him to set claude up for a goal, it's been a while since he lit the lamp. tim lets brady fuck his face a bit before he asks brady to go do some touristy shit with him in new york.

obviously, the sex is good. sometimes they just want to have sex, and the excuses wear a little thin. tim asks to use brady's shower because it's nicer. brady asks tim to buy him dinner the next time they go out, because he wants to get his hands on tim and now he needs to come up with a reason. (it does feel like a date, and tim does look so pleased with himself when he pulls his card out for both of them)

and then there's this time where they end up just snuggled together on the couch, kind of watching a movie but mostly nuzzling at each other and touching and eventually they both get off. all sleepy and warm and cozy in the afterglow, brady says, "so what do you want?" and timmy just freezes. he can't come with anything except that he'd kind of like brady to kiss him right now. kiss him and then take him to bed, not even for more sex, just to sleep there.

timmy, obviously, has never handled anything with grace so he just -- flees. leaves brady on the couch with his shorts shoved down under his ass and a bit of jizz on his hand and his sweatshirt rucked up but not actually taken off. there's something very vulnerable about being bare-assed on your own couch, you know? and now brady has this problem to solve. it would be easier to solve if tim would make eye contact.

the process takes some time, and some pathetic pleas, and a lot of stubbornness as he chases tim down, but eventually brady gets what he wants, which is to say he gets tim alone in a room so he can say what he wanted to say on the couch, which was that he would really like it if tim kissed him, and also maybe moved in.

and then they go to brady's and have a lot of sex and when they're done timmy says, "so what do you want from me?" and brady just kisses him and says, "nothing. you know, future considerations."

#mic drop #ask meme #my fic

[vannahfanfics]

Hello it’s Sel. I would like to get Naruto ultimate match up:)

So I’m 18 years old, short, sporty girl with black hair and Asian features. I have and love tattoos and obsessed with gym and sports. I never wear skirts and dresses, my style is a 24/7 sportswear.

I’m extremely introverted and I’m a very bad commutator, I never start the conversation first, it’s really hard to become my friend. People always assume that I’m mean or arrogant by the way I look (because of my 24/7 resting b*tch face😅) but my close ones know that I’m a very funny and kind person. My personality type is ISTP.

So my positive character traits are only for those ones who I trust and like. I’m a very adventurous and spontaneous person. I really love risky and dangerous situations. I’m literally not scared of anything, the only thing I’m scared of is uncertainty about the future .I’m very loyal, I’m ready to do anything for my close ones and I expect them to be as selfless for me it’s really important . I really enjoy traveling, one of my dreams is to live in 5 different countries. I already moved from my home country to Europe. I like learning about different countries and cultures, that’s why I really like history, I love reading about the old events, legends and myths. Really enjoy watching documentaries about criminals. I want to be a sport manager, but if I never liked sports I would’ve been a police officer or detective. In Naruto world I would definitely be a Kunoichi it’s a perfect work for me😍 I’m completely not a lovey-dovey person, and I never express my love with words, it’s pointless and childish for me. I can be totally cold with my closest people with expressing emotions and feelings , but they know that I love and care because I show it with my acts. The only soft spot that I have is animals😩 I feel like a little kid with them, I have a dog and I literally treat him like he’s my baby(because he is🥺) And I hate with passion people who don’t care about animals. I used to be a horse rider until I broke my leg, but I still adore horses and one day I’ll come back. Maybe I’m a cold person but I need an opposite, maybe it’s a little bit selfish but I hate when people are cold with me. I don’t like intrusive people, but someone who’s more communicative and easier than me. I’m a very confident person, but I always expect more from myself and other people. Also I don't like being lazy and wasting time, I'm always worrying that I'm wasting my free time for nothing

So now about my negative traits😅 I’m too straightforward, I don’t think that it’s a bad trait but sometimes the truth turns out too rude. I often offend people without noticing it, but not intentionally, I know that if not me no one’s going to tell them the truth. I’m very short-tempered, I think that’s my main problem. I have anger issues, that’s why I was a trouble child in school and always was arguing and fighting with everyone😂 Now I’m more mature and calm but I’m still getting easily annoyed. I have a crazy mood swings, maybe I’m often unbothered and cold but sometimes i can be really loud. But anyways I can’t stand too childish, silly and immature people, I had friends like this and I always felt like I’m their mom. But good sense of humor is important to me. Sometimes I hide my emotions and how I feel because I don’t want to look weak, it’s a very bad habit. But I’m always here for people when they need to talk about their problems, people say that I could’ve been a good psychologist. I have very good intuition but sometimes I’m too judgmental and pessimistic

Sport is number one thing in my life. I love football, I play and watch it, I love boxing and can spend hours in the gym. I run in the mornings and trying to have healthy lifestyle. For me, my men, it’s extremely important him to be as sporty and active as me, one of my dreams is to exercise and train with my partner. I want him to be attractive, tall and have a good body. What I’m looking for in a guy: being very smart and mature, should accept me with my coldness and straightforwardness, being fun and spontaneous, more easygoing and communicative than me. He should be really understanding and know how to calm me down. I can be too picky 😂 He should be interesting and always ready for adventures:) In my life work and career will always be a number one thing, I don’t dream about marriage or something but I would love to have someone who will share my interest, who will teach me new things in life. So I think that’s it :) Thank you in advance🫶🏻

So sorry for the delay in getting this to you, but at last, here is your match-up! I've been dealing with some gnarly writer's block off and on for the last few months, amidst the endless struggle of medical school, but I seem to be getting my groove back and was thus finally able to make some time (and brainpower LOL) to write this up for you. Thanks again for commissioning, and also for being so patient! So, let's dive right in, shall we?

I match you with...

Kiba Inuzuka from Naruto!

This one wasn't a hard one for me, LOL; it wasn't long into your vignette before I was just like "Oh, this is Kiba all the way!" I've got lots of reasons why I think he's the best fit for you, so without further ado, let's get to the analysis!:

First and foremost, you're the kind of girl that'll catch Kiba's attention! He loves sporty girls; their personalities and interests tend to match well with his, making for a good basis to build a relationship. Plus, he thinks sportswear is so sexy. He's happy to see you all dolled up, of course, but he thinks you're just as striking in sportswear and lowkey prefers it. What can I say? The man knows what he likes LOL!

Your introversion and R.B.F. might put off other suitors, but not Kiba. If anything, he respects a girl with a 'tude, so he's not afraid of approaching a girl who looks like she might rip him to pieces just for trying to start a conversation! He knows that a lot of times these brusque personas conceal a much kinder, softer person, so he doesn't take first impressions at face value. He's more than happy to take the time to get to know the real you—and, as I mentioned before, the two of you have tons in common!

Just like you, Kiba is adventurous and spontaneous; really, can you look at this guy and not instantly think "thrill-seeker"? He thinks your aspiration to live in so many different places and immerse yourself in different places is dope as hell. He's not stricken with wanderlust to your extent, but he's always keen to try or experience new things, so he's totally down for the ride. Admittedly, he's always found history and such pretty boring; but with you, it would be different. The zeal with which you seek and share various histories, myths, and legends is enough to spark his own interest, at least enough to happily let you gush about the things you learned with him and, as your relationship deepens, go out of his way to find things that you might find interesting. If it's something that puts a smile on your face, it could never be boring to Kiba! You're a little more up his alley with your interest in criminal justice, though. The man loves true crime; he could sit around watching television dramatizations and true crime shows for days. It just intrigues him, the way the perpetrators and investigators both think, and the shit they can do with science to solve seemingly unsolvable cases? Awesome!

Kiba is also fiercely loyal and selfless when it comes to those he cares about. It is also a quality he values highly in his significant other—just another reason that you two mesh so well. It's his loyalty that helps him deal with your apparent aloofness. One way in which Kiba differs from you is his readiness to express his feelings and affections; he's like a big puppy, desperate to be close as often as possible and always very open with how he feels. His primary love language is physical touch, so expect tons of cuddles and P.D.A. (to your comfort level, of course; he'd never overstep your boundaries!). Words of affirmation are his secondary love language, so it does admittedly baffle him at first when he finds that you aren't as open with your affections and, as you put it, even cold. The good thing is that Kiba is actually one to readily communicate with his partner, despite his outward gruffness, and he wouldn't sit on his unease for long before bringing it to your attention. Unfortunately, he's not the best when it comes to reading people, so he wouldn't be able to just pick up on the fact that you communicate more through your actions; he'd need you to tell him outright. Once you do, though, all is good! He's quick on the uptake and will soon be able to read the thought and care behind your actions with ease. :)

Kiba even shares some of your "negative" traits, such as being too straightforward. The man does not have a filter; he says what comes to his mind, and this can often come off as rude to other people. A lot of times, Kiba's trying to be rude because he doesn't take bullshit well XD Kiba also has his fair share of anger issues; he was a straight-up hellion of a kid, getting into fights and rebelling against authority. Like you, he's also chilled out as he's aged and matured, but not completely. You two would inevitably butt heads, passionate and hot-headed as the two of you can be. Don't sweat that, though! Kiba's always the first one to apologize. If he feels things are getting too heated, he's quick to step away before things spiral out of control; as soon as his head clears, he regrets fighting with you immediately and will slink back with his tail between his legs to beg your forgiveness, whether he was in the wrong or not. He always comes back with a gift of some sort—flowers, chocolates, something you like—but not to make his apology seem more genuine. He just wants to express his regret in every way possible and show you how much you mean to him!

Sportswear isn't the only reason that Kiba loves sporty girls, LOL. Kiba's a sporty guy, and he wants a gal that can keep up with him! He's into all manners of sports, but getting roughed up and dirty playing rugby or some other intense contact sport is his bread and butter. As one can imagine, he lives a very healthy lifestyle as well, one that includes many hours in the gym. You've definitely found a gym buddy in him! Whatever kind of exercise you like to partake in, whether that's running or weights or kickboxing, Kiba's down for it! He's just happy to spend time with you. :)

Finally, it goes without saying that Kiba loves animals, especially dogs. Literally, he won't date anyone who doesn't like dogs and animals in general; it's a huge part of his life, and he ain't givin' Akamaru up for nobody. You think your dog is a baby now? Wait until Kiba comes around. Your pooch is gonna end up rotten, just like Akamaru is!

I wanna circle back to the only point of real contention that would exist in your relationship: the fact that the two of you can get a little testy. Kiba's not exactly the most easygoing guy, but he is more communicative than appearance and personality would suggest, which is why I stand by matching him with you. I just wanted to delve deeper into that and illustrate through a scenario how good of a communicator Kiba is despite the occasional hiccup:

The two of you will spat. It's inevitable, given your personalities, and what couple is sunshine and rainbows 100% of the time? However, despite his combativeness, Kiba doesn't argue for the sake of arguing, especially not with his significant other. If he argues, it's because it's something he is very staunch about. However, Kiba will really dig in his heels and, after a point, refuse to see logic or reason.

As I previously mentioned, however, Kiba will never let a fight get too intense. He can recognize when things are heating up to a dangerous and unproductive degree, and when it hits that threshold, he just walks away. The last thing he wants is for him to say something that will seriously hurt you just because he's angry, or, heavens forbid, actually hurt you because he's just so riled up. So, regardless of if you're egging it on or not, he'll tell you that he's leaving to go clear his head, and then go do just that.

Kiba takes drives to come down from his anger, and he doesn't sit there stewing and trying to justify himself; he just mindlessly wanders, refusing to entertain any thoughts about your argument until he's of sound mind again—and then the regret hits him like a freight train. Of course it does. He doesn't enjoy arguing with you because he knows it hurts you, and he hates being the source of any pain for you. Justifying his stance in the fight is still the furthest thing for his mind, but now it's because he's desperate to make amends and show you that you're far more important to him then whatever silly debate the two of you were having.

It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter. Kiba's gonna find something that he can buy that you like to show you that he cares. The man'll pick wildflowers off the roadside if he has to. He'll make sure to give you plenty of time to cool off yourself, and he'll always check to make sure that you're okay with him turning up at your door before doing so. If you're not ready, he'll wait until you are; pushing you doesn't exactly show that he cares, and he knows that despite how desperate he is to apologize. If there's a certain way that he knows to help you calm down without inciting your frustration again, he'll definitely do so.

Speaking of apologizing, as soon as you're face-to-face, that's what he's doing. You won't even be able to get a word out before apologies are tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall, and they're completely genuine. He doesn't want to manipulate you or make himself look good; he's genuinely sorry that he let things progress to that point and that he hurt you by arguing with you. Whether you forgive him or not, he just wants you to know that! He knows how important communication is to you, and he dropped the ball this time. He'll do better—and he honestly does! The further your relationship progresses, the more he learns about the way you think, and the better he gets at broaching topics that can cause tension. It takes him time, but he does his best to communicate in the way you need him to.

He's so earnest to make things right that he honestly forgets why you got in a spat in the first place. He won't even let the matter be brought up again until the both of you are completely good. Again, you're far more important to him than anything else could be!

Finally, here's the drabble that is included as part of the Tier III match-up! Given how sports are a big thing for both of you, I decided to do something related to that. Here's the two of you playing some good old-fashioned rough-and-tough backyard American football!:

"Are you sure that you want to do tackle instead of two-hand touch? I know your girl is tough, Kiba, but she's still the only girl here."

"Can it, Naruto," Kiba scoffs at the perturbed blond, and you're caught between feeling bad for the guy for simply trying to be considerate and feeling a surge of pride at your boyfriend's unwavering confidence in you. Kiba throws one arm around your shoulders while the other holds up his hand for him to flip Naruto off. "My girl will be tackling your pathetic asses to the ground, not the other way around. Bet."

"Okay, okay, jeez! You don't gotta be such an ass about it," Naruto grumbles, half-heartedly returning Kiba's vulgar gesture before stooping over to scoop the scuffed, well-worn football up from the grassy ground.

"I'm actually on Naruto's team, remember?" you giggle as Kiba presses a kiss and a self-satisfied sneer into your temple. "So I'll be tackling your pathetic ass to the ground."

"Ohoho?" he laughs as he pulls back to cock a brow at your blatant challenge. "You won't even be able to tackle my dust, babe." When Naruto calls for you to get in position, he gives you a gentle push—one hard enough to get you moving, but gentle enough not to be a forceful shove. You stick your tongue out at him over your shoulder as you walk to where Naruto squats in front of Lee, preparing to hike the ball. Shikamaru lounges on the left flank, looking like he would literally rather be anywhere else; he probably does, but Naruto never fails to entice him into participating in their weekly football match with the promise of free ramen. As you stroll toward the right side, you are keenly aware of Kiba watching your every move. You're wearing the purple-and-black spandex joggers, matching racerback tee, and black sports bra that never fails to leave his eyes glued to you—and you may have done so deliberately, knowing that you'd be playing on the opposite team as him today. He's so engrossed in you and the sexy sportswear that hugs your body that he doesn't register Naruto calling out the play until the last second, just in time for the blond to hike the ball to Lee and then take off at blinding speed for the endzone.

Meanwhile, you race to your agreed-upon position on the right side of the field, ready to receive the ball if Lee can't get a direct shot at Naruto. Sure enough, Choji comes barreling toward Lee with full intent of bringing him down where he stands, and the ravenet begins frantically searching for someone to lob the ball at before he's brought down by two hundred pounds of raw power.

"Lee! Over here!" you shout and wave your arms above your head.

Lee wastes no time in responding to you, throwing the ball in your direction in the split second before Choji tackles him to the ground. You lithely trot backward as you track the ball's arc, following it until it drops right into your waiting hands—no, Kiba's!

"Later, babes." Kiba steals a kiss on your cheek before darting toward the opposite side of the field, leaving you in a stunned stupor. You quickly recover from his sneaky interception, shaking your head vigorously to get it back in the game before charging after him with a yowl. There's no way that you can live down such an insult, and the desperation of avoiding his grandstanding pours energy into your body; you catch up to him five yards outside of the endzone and all but fling yourself at him with a desperate cry.

Kiba yelps in alarm when you slam into his back and wrap both your arms around his middle to drag him kicking and flailing to the ground. In his wrestle to escape your grip, the ball slips from his arms and tumbles to the ground. Howls of "Fummmmmmblllllleee!" fill the air, followed by hoots of laughter and wolf whistles. Hardly surprising, considering that you somehow ended up straddling Kiba in your chaotic grappling.

"Hey," you puff as you sit atop him, chest heaving with ragged breaths and one hand splayed across his own, which was doing the same. The other raked through your hair to pull it out of your flushed, sweat-sheened face.

"Hey," he huffs back with a blank expression. It quickly twists into a sneer, and he winds his arms loosely around your waist. "That was a hell of a tackle."

"I told you that I'd put your pathetic ass on the ground," you tease with a wheezy laugh, admittedly still a bit breathless from your feverish sprint.

Kiba just hums, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the skin revealed from where your tank top was bunched above your hip bone. After a second, though, he tips his head back and shouts down the field, "And you losers wanted to play two-hand touch!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," comes Shikamaru's unimpressed drawl. "Are you gonna get up, or did she take you outta commission with that tackle?"

"I ain't outta commission," Kiba gripes back, then looks up at you with gleaming eyes. "I'm just enjoyin' the view~"

You roll your eyes at his flirty remark, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. Just like your heartstrings do when Kiba nods his chin at you in a clear request for a kiss—and, naturally, you indulge him. You hold your hair out of your face as you lean down over him to press your mouth to his own in a sweet but lingering kiss. Not lingering enough, you note with a giggle when you retreat to find Kiba pouting up at you, clearly displeased at only getting one smooch—and a short one, by his standards.

"If you want more, you'll have to catch me~" you chime as you climb off of him and to your feet. As you brush blades of grass from your clothes, Kiba rolls over and hops to his feet; you brush a few grass bits from his tee shirt with a pretty smile, then whirl on your heel to begin flouncing back to your teammates. You don't make it far before Kiba is rushing up behind you to envelop you in a hug, and you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and whirls you around.

"Caught you," he grins before peppering your face and hair with kisses. You giggle and shriek as you wiggle in his hold.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Oh, well, too bad. That's how I took it," comes his rumbling reply, and it is followed by another attack of kisses. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, the game of football is put on hold as Kiba devotes himself to showering you with affection. Oh, well... Kiba was going to lose to you anyway!

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[magnificent-monsters]

My updated Monster High: The Movie thoughts and opinions! (Spoilers ahead!)

With the movie releasing just a few days ago, I have some new things I wanna talk about after watching it and also throw out some things that I liked and disliked. 

We’ll start off with the things I thought were good about the movie!

First and foremost, The overall look and aesthetics of the sets and scenery was spot on! It truly felt like a monster world should. From the monster world portal and school itself to the Coffin Bean, everything was so perfectly eerie without screaming over the top halloween-esque.

The costumes for the lead characters were really good! I appreciate that there were multiple costumes for most of the characters and that despite initial impressions from promo material, the first costumes the leads wear are super cute!

The relationship Between Clawdeen and her dad, Apollo, was very sweet even though we only got to see a tiny bit of it thru the whole movie.

Frankie was so funny and loveable while still having some great heartfelt moments, they were my favorite character in the movie. I like that the movie made them feel new while still keeping the original charms of OG Frankie!

The music was catchy! I was a little wary about the movie being a musical, but I do think the songs were great for what the movie actually turned out to be!

The plot twist of Mr. Komos actually being Jekyll/Hyde’s son was actually unexpected for me and I thought it was a clever idea and was even hinted at in one of his costumes.

I’m actually kind of excited for the sequel that was teased at the end because I am like 90% sure that the person looking at the crystal ball is Clawdeen’s mother, Selena.

The nails are very reminiscent of Clawdeen’s monster form claw-nails, plus it would make sense for a werewolf who doesn’t know about the changes at Monster High to want something to do with a vampire who knows magic.

And now that we’ve covered some of the good stuff, it’s time for my complaints about the bad stuff...

To start, they should have had all of the Ghoulfriends be part of the main group! It really made me sad to see them hype up Lagoona, Abbey and Ghoulia in the promo material just for them to barely be part of the movie. They destroyed any character potential they could have had by making them meaningless side characters. 

The original appeal of the series was that they were a big group of best friends despite their many differences in personality and appearance. In the movie, none of them have anything that makes them special and unique, they all just feel like the same character with different clothes. 

A few examples of butchered characters:

THEY MASSACRED MY GIRL GHOULIA! They made her into some random prankster tiktok girl and took away all the smarts and sweetness that made her special. She seems like an after thought that the producers had when they realized they needed to pad out some time with comedic relief and pointless side commentary. Like during the first graveyard scene, how did Ghoulia not realize that Draculaura was already there and why did she not report Drac, Clawdeen and Frankie to Bloodgood for breaking the curfew?

And as for Abbey, she had one line in the entire movie. She was basically non-existent compared to how important and how much she was in the original series.

I’m also super sad to see Lagoona reduced to Cleo’s lackey and essentially replacing Ghoulia herself as Cleo’s best friend. They could have done some really interesting things with her, but they decided to give her little to no attention at all. I was really hoping they would do something with all the watery effects we saw with her promotion images.

As for a couple of the lead characters, I don’t like the changes they made to Draculaura’s personality. Wile they could have kept some of the new aspects, like the pressure she feels from her family to be the perfect vampire, they should have kept her as the kind and sensitive character she was in previous iterations of MH.

And Cleo was never a mean girl! While she could be vain and over dramatic in past series, she was still very friendly and generous to her friends and others.

While I liked the Jekyll/Hyde twist, Komos was an awful villain and his “betrayal” would have been more impactful if we had actually gotten a chance to know and connect to him, but instead, he was just kinda there when the plot needed a villain that wasn’t Cleo. While it’s to be expected from a movie like this, the entire conflict and rapidly following resolution was extremely disappointing.

It sucks that Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde can’t be part of the series anymore since they were totally scrapped and replaced by Komos.

A lot of the background characters were so ugly, they could have made them look so much better and more monster-like without taking attention away from the main cast.

and the worst thing about this movie.... NO FRIGHT SONG! NOT A SINGLE NOTE OF IT! 

My final thoughts on Monster High: The Movie are while it definitely was not a perfect movie, it was still enjoyable to watch even with some of it’s flaws, which is a sentiment that can be related back to every past generation of monster high movies, and when/if they do make a sequel, I really hope that the entire Ghoulfriends group is able to have a moment to shine instead of there being just the three that already had their time.

#monster high #monster high the movie #monster high live action #clawdeen wolf #frankie stein #draculaura #cleo de nile #ghoulia yelps #lagoona blue #abbey bominable #a lot of this is just me rambling but idrc lol

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

I wish I were as bold as you are to wear my werewolf legs in public!!! It's not that I prefer them hairy I'm just too lazy to wax all the time and shave a nonexistent sex life so yolo, but I'd be too ashamed to let anyone see them

Anon I still struggle with it!! That’s honestly why I make jokes on here all the time, to try and make it easier for myself. And it’s only something I’ve been able to do in the last couple of years. It can be really anxiety inducing going out as a woman with hairy legs. I find it hard too because I’m very pale and have very dark hair so it’s pretty noticeable. But I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed about 💕💕 and if it’s something you want to get to you can take baby steps!

I would leave the house with hairy legs while wear stockings and stuff and then went to wearing shorts while walking up to the bakery or my chiropractor’s appointment. You don’t have to do it all at once.

Also just having fun with it I think. That’s what helped me. I’ll go up to my family members sometimes and just go “look!! My legs are so hairy!! Are you disgusted?? 😆”. Or I’ll go to my 13 year old brother and be like “yes!! I’m still more hairy then you!!” Or calling them my fuzzy lesbian legs or my werewolf legs (that one was actually started by my brother lol). I think being funny with it can help you not feel as insecure. But it’s definitely hard. I still get worried in big groups if people will notice or say something. I have such a fear of being perceived as ugly by other people. But I also don’t want such a neutral part of myself to be considered ugly.

I find it especially difficult after watching a romance anime for some reason as well aha. That certainly makes me crave the smooth leg lolol. But I also find looking up feminine men can really help! Lots of them rock heaps of cool and different kinds of outside while still being hairy.

And I guess just trying to weigh the options in my head. I could shave, but it lasts like a day and then up getting all scratchy and itchy, I could wax but that feels like throwing money away because I have to keep doing it, I even tried an epilator in the past and it seemed like the perfect middle ground but it hurt so bad I would just keep putting it off so it became pointless.

But just know I didn’t pop into the world comfortable with my body hair either. It’s a very new thing for me that took time to get to. So please don’t be too hard on yourself 💕💕💕 but I can promise , at least for me, if I saw you walking out with your hairy legs I would be very happy to see it and I would give you a big smile , and I know there are others that would too! I know society has made us feel bad for our body hair, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of! It’s a natural part of your body. And dare I say it, it’s a pretty hot part too! 🥰👌👌

I wish you all the best and I hope you have a wonderful and beautiful day. Much love 💕💕

#asks #anon #answered

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

Ask Game thingy that I just fully answered without getting numbers because Why Not

So, I like doing these, and people don't tend to send in numbers (which is fine, I completely understand, ha), so I just filled it out myself. I'm exhausted, so its humor is very dry, ha. It's kinda long, but I like doing them, so meh. Read it if you want, or don't. I ain't the boss of you. ^-^

(I will put a read more, though, for those of you who don't care. See? I can be considerate. :-D) (Also, these are from this post, for reference)

 weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

1. Chipotle order? Uhhhhh none, chipotle is trash. Ha. Though honestly, I don’t tend to get Chipotle because my parents say it tends to be spicy and I’m allergic to capsaicin (I think), which is what makes pepper spicy. It tastes very metallic and like I’m being poisoned, and if I have too much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ve never had way too much, so it usually goes away after a few minutes, but it’s still unpleasant, so… I avoid it when I can, ha.

2. Thoughts on veganism? Eh, I’m… meh towards it. I get why people are vegan, but I think it’s a bit pointless. Eating locally sourced meat from a reputable farm/location you trust is better for animals and the environment than just… not eating meat, usually. And I don’t see the problem with eating certain animal products, especially if they’re sourced like previously mentioned. But hey, to each their own. As long as people who are vegan don’t give me grief over me eating meat/animal products, I don’t really care. Though, my high school bio teacher was a vegan and because of that we didn’t have to do animal dissections, which I was SUPER pleased with. So… thanks for that.

3.A specific color that gives you the ick? Hmm… nothing that’s too bad, but I’m not the biggest fan of dull yellow or orange colors. Honestly, I don’t like yellow or orange too much in general, since they’re too bright for me, though the more muddied, dulled version make me go meh.

4. Mythical creature you think/believe is real? My motivation to write stories. I will find it one day, I promise. V,(-.-)

5. Favorite form of potato? The famed furry potatoes with legs.

(My two furry potatoes with legs for reference. The left is Rosie, who is 3 years old, and the right is Adelaide, who I call Addle, and is a year-ish. She replaced Sara, who sadly passed away the day after Thanksgiving, since we couldn’t get her to a vet when she got sick on Thanksgiving since it was, ya know... Thanksgiving. I still miss her. ._.) 

(A sleepy baby Sara for reference. Rest in Peace, sweetheart. ._.)

6. Do you use a watch? Only when I’m at work. In fact, without my watch at work, I feel adrift, ha. I forgot it while at work this morning with the preschool I was subbing at, and I was so disoriented. Also, fun fact, if you do something literally one time around a preschooler, they will always assume you do it. I brought a snack with me during their outside time on Friday since I didn’t have time to eat a big breakfast, and today the kids were all “Ms. Katie!!! What snack did you bring today????” And I was like… child, peace. That was ONE TIME. Then I showed them the Rice Krispy Treat I had in my pocket. The children approved.

7.What animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? I like sea jellies (as my marine science teacher insisted on calling them in high school). They be neat.

8. Do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? Pssh, NO. I wear the same thing all day, every day. And for pajamas, I just get into older, more worn versions of my everyday clothes. Graphic shirt with yoga pants combo for the win, please.

9. Do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)? I have to since my skin is so bleh. It’s not super extensive, though, since I have no patience. I use two kinds of face cleanser whenever I take a bath (which is twice a day, which I KNOW IS BAD FOR MY SKIN, BUT WHATEVER, IT’S A PATTERN SO WHATEVS), and then I use a face moisturizer/sunscreen that doesn’t make my skin itch in the day, and an acne cream at night. I didn’t used to use the moisturizer, but my skin has been feeling dry for a while, probably from all the washing, so I started using it. Plus, I’m outside a lot more often for my job, and I don’t want to burn, even though I don’t burn easily. Despite being pale white, ha.

10. On a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? Ehhh… neither, since they’re usually gross. I ask for nothing if I can help it, since I don’t like the pressure of having an open drink on my table. I usually buy a bottle of diet soda in the airport before, which I can close when I want. Less pressure.

11. Anything from your childhood you’ve held on to? My baby doll, Claire. I still sleep with her every night, because if I don’t, she WILL rise up and murder me. It is a Fact. :-)

12. Brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%? Uh, none???? Who the hell trusts any brand at all??????? They’re all there to screw you over, babe. Even the “ethical” ones. The earlier you realize that, the happier you’ll be. Just buy whatever is less messed up. F*** it.

13. First thing you’re doing in the purge? Hiding in my house with my loved ones, because screw that noise. I’m not going to commit a crime just because it’s “legal.” Laws aren’t what keeps me from doing “illegal” things. It’s my own moral code, which may not be as strict as Taka’s, but is still pretty strong to me. Also, I’d never risk my or my family's lives for anything, and while I’ve never seen The Purge, I believe it would get pretty bloody.

14. Do you think you’re dehydrated?

Right now? Probably. I never drink water, only diet soda. RIP my insides.

15. Rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning Um, no thanks. I’m deathly afraid of death and thinking about it at all terrifies me to the point of panic attacks, sometimes. All methods of death are terrifying to me, no matter what. I’d want to see it coming, though. Even if my last minutes are ones of terror, I’d want to see it coming. And that’s all I’ll say on that, since I can feel the anxiety creeping up, oof.

16. Thoughts on mint chocolate chip? It’s alright.

17. An anxious compulsion you do every day? Uh…….. I don’t even know, since they’re all so common place to me nowadays that I don’t even notice them, to be honest. I’m very avoidant with my anxiety, so it often goes unnoticed by me until I’m forced to confront it. OH! Wait. I play with my hands a lot. Like... twist my fingers and fiddling with my cuticles, things like that. I never even noticed I did it until my neurologist (I had migraines as a kid and saw numerous neurologists for it) asked me if I was nervous when I met with him when I was 15. And I was like... no??? And he mentioned my hands. And I was like. Oh. No, I always do that. Which I do, to the point I don’t notice it still. It wasn’t until I did it while reading over this for errors that I remembered, ha. I also compulsively reread what I write to make sure there are no errors. Which is why editing TPWM takes ages, ha. 

18. Your boba/tea order? I don’t tend to get boba? There is a place near my apartment I used to go to where I would get a strawberry tea with vanilla ice cream and leche jelly drink, but one day I found a hair in my drink (short and black, very different from my long, strawberry blonde hair) and they refused to give me a refund, so I don’t order from them anymore. I used to dislike tea, in general, but recently I’ve found that I like fruit teas, primarily raspberry tea. No caffeine since caffeine sometimes makes me feel sick. Also black/green tea is bitter to me. I bought an expensive, fancy black tea while at the Louvre in Paris, and it was, uh… gross. Paris in general was gross, to be honest. 3/10 stars.

19. The veggie you dislike the most? Ehhh, it’s a tossup. I don’t like veggies much. I like more than I used to, though, which is something. But I hate celery a lot since I was forced to eat it by my preschool and I HATED celery. I also hate tomatoes since I was forced to dissect one in third grade and count all the seeds (which, by the by, was well over 100. One group got a seedless orange. A SEEDLESS. ORANGE. I’m still salty 15 years later), but tomatoes aren’t veggies. I just wanted to go on my tomato rant. Yes, I am petty and I never forget anything. Expect names. And many things, actually. My memory is the worst. :-) But at least I still remember tomato related injustices 15 years after the fact. 

20. Favorite Disney princess movie? Hm. When I was a kid, it was The Little Mermaid. Now, I’d say… hm… probably Moana? Moana is a really solid movie, honestly. 

21. A number that weirds you out? None??????

22. Do you have an emotional support water bottle? No. I just use plastic ones since the taste of filtered water grosses me out. Should I ever drink water, that is. Yes, this makes plastic waste. My apologies. I make up for it by not drinking water often.

23. Do you wear jewelry? Just my modest pair of earrings, since necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. feel weird on my skin. I used to wear a ring, when I was in middle school, but I stopped that a long time ago. I have sensitive skin, so I don’t tend to like things touching me for long, or else it begins to irritate my skin. And me, honestly. Also, my earrings are basic lever back earrings that don’t dangle, since dangling earrings annoy me.

24. Which do you find yourself using, American or British English? American, since I am America (and yes, I meant to write American there, but I think this typo is more fitting for an American like myself). I do sometimes use British English phrases, though, if I prefer the sound of it. I’m a chameleon for language quirks, so I just pick up whatever sounds good to my ear.

25. Would you say you have good taste in music? Not necessarily. I would say I have an eclectic taste in music. My combined iTunes playlist has almost every genre you can think of represented at least once. I dislike screamo/death metal and rap more than others, but I still have a couple songs from those genres that I like. I like my music, though, so it doesn’t matter if it is “good.” What matters is I like it, you know? Honestly, you can get a decent representation of my music taste by listening to the music playlist I made for TPWP, ha.

26. How’s your spice tolerance? As I said earlier, non-existent. I’m allergic to spice, pretty much, and will get uncomfortable with even slight spice. I can’t even take ground black pepper in high quantities.

27. What’s your favorite or go-to outfit? I just wear graphic shirts and yoga pants, my dude.

28. Last meal on earth? Eh. Probably a really good streak and shrimp/lobster meal. Maybe with some nice pasta on the side. Like a fettucine alfredo, or something similar. Go big or go home, prison who has finally imprisoned me for my Numerous Crimes (™).

29. Preferred pasta noodle? Hm… I like spaghetti, honestly. My dad (who makes us dinner each night. Yes, I still live at home. No, it’s not that big of a problem for me since I have a decent relationship with my family, and it’s hella cheaper than getting my own place in my neck of the woods) doesn’t make it often, though, since my mom (who is disabled) chokes on it easier than other pastas.

30. Ask me anything! I will y’all this question instead: If you could have one thing in the world right now— physical or metaphysical, real or abstract— what would it be and why?

(Also, fun fact. Tumblr’s beta post thingy doesn’t allow for long posts. Rude. Get on that Tumblr. Luckily they still let you use the old posting system.)  

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