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if i was jon i would totally misuse my powers i would be all like “ceaseless watcher, watch me do this sick ass kickflip”
#and then i would totally biff it#because i don’t know how to skateboard#jonathan sims#tma#the magnus archives#ceaseless watcher
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Snoot Smooches
TURTLE DOVES
It's been a hot minute.
BUT I'M BACK!
And with the help of @leosgirl82 who assisted in these absolute shenanigans!!!
So please enjoy some Valentine's Day fun 💖💖💖
TW: Swearwords and Shenanigans
Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩
Snoot Smooches
You've been with your turtle boyfriend for years, and you have a very good relationship with him and his brothers. You love each of your boyfriend’s brothers completely platonically - and they all know that.
However, you do love some shenanigans, and Valentine's Day is coming up. So you decide to decorate the lair in pinks and reds.
And you've made an executive decision on a new tradition.
Valentine's Day Mistletoe…
Hang the shit EVERYWHERE
Hide it in drawers around the lair for quick grabbing access
Hell, keep some in your pockets so you can sneak attack
Absolutely carry it around on a fishing rod, like you would with a donkey and a carrot
BUT have fun trying to explain the mistletoe fishing rod to your turtle bf....
"I'm TRYING to kiss your brothers! Do you MIND?!"
Your turtle bf be like 🤨🤦🏾♂️🤷🏾♂️
“Fine. But don't come running to me when you're in trouble”
Game on
Leo
Leo would be a gentleman and let you snoot smooch him
But be horrendously embarrassed about it
Internal screeching
If turtles could blush
He's gonna be the one that's probably secretly wiping it off after you’ve skipped away victoriously
Texts his brother immediately to tell him about your shenanigans
Freaking tattle tale
He gets a second snoot smooch
As punishment
Raph
Facepalm
From him
To you
Also 'biffed'
*Biff* - To smack one's palm heel against the offender's forehead.
He would absolutely use the one finger on the forehead method to push you back
With that look of HAve you LOSt your DaMN MinD?
OR he'd be grabbing both shoulders and spinning you to do an about-face and just say, "Nope."
Just keeps bringing you back to your bf like, "KEEP HER OCCUPIED"
He'd be so done with your shit by the end of the first week
Just wearing him down.
Day by day.
Like the annoying little sister that won't quit
And it's easier to just get it over with
Finally, he'd be like
"FINE! ONE!"
But he'd honk your nose or some shit and drag you back to your bf
Don
I can see Don being an absolute asshole to you
Calls your bluff
He's gonna be the one who wets his lips for a slobbery smooch
You'll be walking up
With your donkey stick
And a maniacal smile across your face
Wiggling the brows like two dancing caterpillars
And he'll look horrified
But only for a split second
He'll start licking his lips so they are super spitty
Then get up and chase you around with duck lips
You'll be screaming NOOOO! like a five-year-old trying to get away from the icky older brother
Insert slappity slaps when he captures you
Mike
This one, you'd have to keep one eye on.
Mike. He's always their wild card. He likes to keep you on your toes
But mostly his brothers.
He's such a shit
NO SHAME
He'd be sliding in all puckered up
Right here, babes... Pointing to his lips
He's all in
Wants ALL the smooches
Will turn his face right before you land said kiss so he gets an actual smooch
Then run through the lair yelling about it like the town crier
Bonus Turt Time
Jehannet (J)
Would be super sweet and accept said smooch
Prefers a cheek kiss.
But will let you snoot smooch him
Then after your sweet little kissy-poo, he'd suddenly be like, "I LoVe KiSsEs"
And grab you to smooch a barrage of kisses all over your face while you squawk and squirm trying to get away
Totally makes sure he does it in front of the brother you’re dating
Just to get a reaction 😂
Basilio
Good luck with Basilio LOL
*goes in for snoot smooch, ends up in headlock*
Walks you back to your Turt BF in said headlock
"I think this is yours"
"Oh, thanks Bayz! A bit closer, though… I'm at the perfect height to kiss my bf," you sass him - whilst your head is at crotch level
Bayz: let's go immediately and walks away with his hands in the air
Later on, Basilio would be standing under one, not realizing it was there.
You'd try to sneak attack him
But dude is a weathered ninja, so he'd slip away at a speed walk
And you would chase him.
Yelling that he can't outrun tradition!
And true to character, Mike and J would chase Basilio and pin him down so you could get a smooch in LOL
Wanna know more about J & Bayz?
Jehannet
Basilio
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No Pines Marty Lore
Plays the drums, not the guitar
Leather jacket, not denim
He bullies Needles
Drinks regular Coca-Cola. You heard me.
Smokes Winston cigarettes
Fist bumps Biff whenever he sees him
He's not dating Jennifer. He catcalls Jennifer all the time at school, but she scoffs at this crude ruffian because she's still the Jennifer we know and love.
Even though he calls the Libyans to tell them where Doc will be the night of the DeLorean reveal, they totally betray him and start shooting at him, too, which leads us to the spectacular adventure of No Pines Marty in 1955 trying to rescue the crackpot scientist he just sold out to terrorists.
He is having a blast in 1985A
He's so flippant and nonchalant about how despicable he is but he doesn't brag/ boast/ egg people on like Needles does. You stay away from him, and he'll probably stay away from you unless he gets inspired.
I don't even know what would happen in the Old West. I don't even think he'd go back, but Doc somehow tricks him into it? Then, when he's there, he squares up to Buford immediately. And then he's somehow invited to join the gang? IDK.
Clara totally slaps him at one point
That's all for now, folks!
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Imagine you buy the boys Animal Crossing for the switch
Pictures of mentioned villagers included
✨staring🌟 Katsuki🌟kirishima🌟shinsou🌟shoto🌟
Bakugou
•you’re gonna look me in the eye and tell me this man willingly played this game? LIES.
• you forced him to play by saying you could make a better island than him. he got invested so he could beat you
• would fully bully off villagers that didn’t match his aesthetic
•probably has beef with Tom nook
• would keep one special villager that make him think of you 🖤
•cranky villagers. Nuff said.
•Feel like roscoe and Octavian would fit on his island
•invites you to visit his island and vice versa to see who’s is better (he really just wants to play video games with you)
• “why the hell are you yelling at 2 in the morning!?”
•”this goddamn raccoon wants me to pay 98,000 bells! What the hell!?”
kirishima
•golden boy who would immediately start playing
•has the most chaotic island lay out, no rhyme whatsoever
• god help his island when he unlocks landscaping
• would love each and every villager
• would move the villager who reminds him of you to live next to him
•jock villagers + Joey I love Joey sm
•Biff would be his favorite
•” whatcha doin Eij?”
•”building a gym and bug area for my villagers, I was gonna do a gym but I need a place for Joey too!”
Shinsou
•would accept it only to play when he was bored and couldn’t sleep so always
• bully off non cat villagers
•would be in search for Ankha totally for the memes of course no other reason
•plays at the most random times so usually Nooks craney isn’t even open
•if not cat villagers, make them Emo 🖤
•cherry and muffy are his favorites
•would bully the villager that reminds him of you but always convinces them not to leave
•probably also has beef with Tom nook
•”Toshi I’m demanding you come to bed”
•”not until I bully this raccoon off for putting me in debt”
Shoto
• has to have you help walk him through the game
• Baby boy would be so confused on why he is in debt to a raccoon
•I think he’d take kindly to normal villagers
• fauna and Ione are his faves 🫶🏻
• would get sad when villagers think about leaving
• slowly falling in love with the game
• “sho? Why are you still up”
•” fauna was upset and wanted to leave so I’ve been making her gifts”
#g.moonchaser🌙🗯️#moonchaser🌙#bakugou katsuki#hitoshi shinso fluff#Katsuki bakugou fluff#ejiro kirishima#ejiro kirishima fluff#bakugou fluff#kirishima fluff#shinsou fluff#todoroki shoto#todoroki fluff#Bnha#mha#fluffy fluff
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d66 Speech Quirks
Not everyone likes or is confident "doing voices" when role playing. (Which is totally okay! It’s acceptable to just describe what your character says and does if that is more comfortable for you than acting it out.) Even without "doing the voice," you can still make characters sound unique through use of speech quirks.
It could be a phrase they say a lot, a particular word they say a bit differently, or a particular pattern in the way they speak. I recommend two quirks, to give a character a really recognizable voice. Feel free to re-roll if one of your quirks seems incompatible with the other. (For those who don’t know, a d66 is rolling two six-sided die: one for the ten’s digit, and one for the one’s digit.)
No accents or voice changes required!
Many of these can even be described to the other players if you’re not comfortable vocalizing/acting them out.
11: Consistently uses “one thousand” as an arbitrary number, no matter how (in)appropriate the scale. “That’s one thousand miles away!” “One thousand apologies, my good sir.” “Just give me like, one thousand more seconds.”
12: Frequently clicks their tongue when they are about to start talking or to change topics.
13: Tends to compare things to vegetables. “She’s as bitter as a brussel sprout.” “The beds here are warm and soft like mashed potatoes.”
14: Often says “it’s basically a sure thing”, especially as a display of confidence.
15: Mumbles the first couple words of a string of thought before trying again more clearly.
16: Gets quieter when they are angry.
21: Says “one” in place of the article “a.” “It’s a trap” becomes “It’s one trap!”
22: Makes a gurgling sound when they are frustrated.
23: Gets quieter towards the end of each sentence, especially when they are unsure of themselves. “I thought I saw him head for the pier, but it was dark outside.”
24: Says proper nouns slightly slower. “We found B i l l’ s boots.” “I left it behind in B l u e s t o n e H a l l.”
25: Squeaks when they are startled or surprised.
26: Pronounces “the” with a short ă sound. “Tha.”
31: Gets louder when they are confused.
32: Frequently calls people “Biff,” especially when they don’t know their name.
33: Whenever they list multiple things, they pause briefly between each thing.
34: Tends to say the last word in their string of thought a bit louder, as if denoting they are done speaking.
35: Says “ooooh” a lot, especially before pointing out something that catches their interest. “Oooh, are those new gloves?” “Oooh, I heard the circus is in town!”
36: Always pauses after saying a proper noun. “That’s Gilbert’s… helmet.” “Queen Vellas… would not approve.” “We’re on our way to Greenburg… to buy supplies.”
41: Has only one volume: booming.
42: Often begins a new line of thought or change in topic by saying “Wait, wait,” first.
43: Tends to over-apologize, even for minor things, by saying “really” multiple times before a “sorry.”
44: Says “grr” instead of “um” or “uh” when stammering.
45: Pronounces “that” as “atta.” “They went atta way.” “Atta’s my beer!”
46: Frequently ends statements of facts or details with “and them’s the beans.”
51: Repeats the “s” sound one too many times to indicate posession. “That is Nina’s’s ring.”
52: Speaks much too quickly when they get excited.
53: Tends to start a conversation a bit quieter before building up to a normal volume.
54: Always says adjectives in pairs. “It’s by the small, green box.” “I found an old, rusty sword.” "It's a huge, orange dragon!"
55: Always ends requests with the phrase “if you would, please.”
56: Often says “your” when they mean to say “you.”
61: Tends to draw out the long ū/ew/oo sound in words. “Was he wearing a bluuue cape?” “The mooon was full that night.”
62: Has a habit of appending “yeah?” at the end of their statements, as if making sure you’re following along.
63: Frequently describes quantities as “just a bit,” no matter the scale.
64: Often has to count numbers or days of the week aloud to remember them confidently.
65: Frequently describes things as “cool as ice.”
66: Avoids contractions, preferring to say complete words. Can’t Can not. That’s That is.
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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep06 “Bravelord and the Demon Monstrux"
Previous episodes linked here.
In this episode: Doc and Clara ground Verne, setting off a chain of events that leads to monsters running loose in Hill Valley.
We begin with Doc showing us the new "ultra-realistic" racing video game he's invented. He wanted to create something that was fun and also helped you develop the hand-eye coordination that you'd get from participating in a real race.
He says that the local arcade was interested in buying his game, but then something went wrong, which brings us into the cartoon.
Doc notes that Verne had turned into a "video game zombie" and we quickly see that he's become so obsessed with playing video games that he's neglecting his other responsibilities. Instead of running the machine that rolls up the newspapers for his paper route, he has Einstein doing it, which Clara isn't happy about. Doc also gets a phone call from an angry neighbor, complaining that Verne was supposed to mow his lawn the previous month but never showed up. His grass has grown so tall that he can't find his wife.
Anyway, Verne is spending all his time at the arcade playing his favorite game, "Bravelord and Monstrux". He's there literally all day, until everyone else is gone and the staff has to tell him it's closing time. Doc and Clara show up and have to unplug the game to gain his attention.
We then go to the Brown house the following day, where Marty is lamenting to Jules about Verne's fate: grounded for an entire month. Marty's not happy about the situation, but Jules says that Verne needs to be cut off from the game completely.
Also, I'm not quite sure what the situation is here. One of Marty's complaints is that Verne is going to miss "four more games," but there isn't any other context provided. Is Verne on a soccer team? Is Marty coaching the soccer team? (Which might be the case given the level of Marty's distress and the fact he's not wearing his usual outfit) My first instinct is to laugh at the idea of Marty trying to coach a team full of eight-year-olds, because how and why did he come to be in that position? My second reaction is that Marty coaching Verne's soccer team is such a sweet scenario to consider. Considering the closeness of Marty and Verne in this series, Marty totally would coach his little buddy's soccer team.
An alternative, funnier explanation: Marty is the one playing soccer, and he's devastated that Verne is going to miss all his upcoming games.
Verne opens up his window and calls down to the guys, asking them to find a way to bring the game to him. He offers to do Jules's chores for a month and to give Marty his baseball card collection. "If you think you can buy us off...you're right!" Marty calls back as he and Jules promptly run off to complete the task they've been given. Jules quickly figures out how to get the signal for the game sent into Verne's tv in his bedroom.
I must say, it's a refreshing change to see Marty team up with Jules to partake in some shenanigans. However, I do not approve of Marty going behind Doc and Clara's backs to undermine their parenting decision. Come on, Marty. All for some baseball cards??
Now, from here is where things really start to get weird. While Marty connects the necessary wiring on the roof, Jules goes to the arcade to hook up a device to the Bravelord game that will transmit the signal to the house. It malfunctions, though, and the signal gets transmitted through the telephone that Biff's son (Biff Jr.) is holding. Biff, who had been on the other end of the line (the owner of the arcade had called him to complain about Biff Jr. bullying the other kids) ends up with the game signal sent to his house, and the monster from the game soon appears right in his living room.
That's a thing that can apparently happen.
Bravelord gets sent into Verne's room, and Doc gets hit by the signal as well and gets transported into the game.
Thankfully, Verne is an expert at playing and can use the controls to assist his dad in fighting off the monsters. He tries to get Bravelord to help him, but the guy is useless. All he can focus on is admiring himself in the mirror.
He also doesn't take kindly to Marty and calls him a "Puny muscle, girly-man boy." So. There's that. Not a great guy.
Clara soon barges into the room, quite upset that Verne is playing games in his room with Marty and Jules while he's supposed to be grounded. She catches sight of her husband running around on the computer screen, though, and realizes there's a bit of a situation going on. Bravelord tries to hit on her, but she shuts it down real fast, lol.
Also! Doc speaks to Clara and calls her "Clara-boo," which is very cute.
Not wanting Verne to play video games, Clara takes control of the game, and she's good at it. This goes very nicely with my headcanon that Clara learns to play some arcade games after moving to the 1980s post-trilogy. (In my headcanon, it's Marty who teaches her)
While Clara handles the monster-slaying, Jules takes Marty, Verne, and Bravelord down to the arcade so they can put the transmitter into reverse and hopefully undo all the chaos they've caused. And there is SO MUCH chaos.
Back at Biff's house, he's become a slave to Monstrux (now in his true, more terrifying form), and the monster has also used his powers to bring a lot of the household appliances and furniture to life. Biff's couch tries to eat him, there are knives flying at him in the kitchen, and his fridge and stove are engaged in an intense battle with each other. Monstrux sees a picture of Biff Jr. and recognizes him as the kid who's always damaging the game cabinet at the arcade and wants revenge. He grabs Biff and sets off to the arcade, which Monstrux transforms using his powers.
I do hope that this episode ends with Clara and Doc grounding Jules and Marty as well. They've unleashed such horrors upon Hill Valley.
Verne once again asks Bravelord for help, but the warrior is too scared and runs away, abandoning the boys in their time of need. Verne realizes that his hero is a dud and that it's up to him to set things right. Marty and Jules try to help as well, but they're quickly incapacitated by all the now-animate objects all over. Several bicycles encircle Jules, trapping him in place, and a vending machine creates a prison of soda around Marty. (Hopefully, it's Pepsi. That way, he can just drink his way out.)
Inside the arcade, Monstrux is sitting upon his throne, forcing Biff and Biff Jr. to eat Brussels sprouts. This is one of his main methods of "torture" by the way—just making people eat buckets full of Brussels sprouts. As Verne enters, Monstrux sends hordes of sentient items his way, but little Vernie is determined. Bravelord also returns, having realized that running off wasn't the right thing to do.
Verne manages to throw the switch on the transmitter into reverse, sending Bravelord and Monstrux back into the game where they belong. One by one, things return to normal. And guess what.
Marty WAS attempting to drink himself out of his soda prison.
The next day, Verne wakes up ready and eager to return to his regular life. He delivers the papers, mows his neighbor's lawn, and tells Doc he's planning to go to soccer practice. But guess who's addicted to playing video games now?
The Real Doc portion of the episode ends with Doc continuing to test out his virtual reality gaming system. He decides that it may be a bit too realistic, though, when a flight simulator game ends with a crash that gives him actual injuries. He calls to Clara to bring him a bandage and announces he's going back to the drawing board.
End of episode.
This one was. Ridiculous. Even for the animated series! It was fun, though. I always enjoy when Clara and Jules get to play a role in the episodes since they're so often sidelined. Still curious about the soccer thing. It's never mentioned that Marty's the coach, but I'm pretty sure he is. It was nice seeing him wear something aside from that silly letterman jacket. Clara loving arcade games has also now been solidified further into my mind.
Join me next time for a Jules-centered episode!
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It's the 4th part of my profile series on Spider-Man love interest Debra Whitman. CW for gaslighting, emotional and physical abuse, and some pretty messed up ideas about therapy.
Their relationship is seemingly over, and realizing he's ruined the lives of a lot of people close to him Pete punches a locker.
Pete sticks to the gaslighting playbook he's always used even though Debra totally knows something is up.
Biff Rifkin decides he's had enough of Pete making Deb cry and confronts him. Pete slaps him away with a spider strength FWAP! Bad move Pete! The latest in a long series of bad moves.
Debra follows Pete to the roof and discovers Pete's secret! Holy crap!
She tries to bring it up but Pete gets defensive and pushes her away again and again.
It's proving to be very hard on Debra knowing that Pete is keeping a secret from everyone and endangering himself.
At this point Pete has crossed the line and is being way more than a jerk. That's why Debra has gone to her therapist thinking that either her on-again-off-again boyfriend is Spider-Man OR she's gone hopelessly insane.
Okay, welllllll going to therapy is good. Too bad this is comics. Time for some maaalpraaactiiice....
I know these posts are too long but I desperately needed to include the all of her therapist trying to convince Peter Parker to dress up as Spider-Man to double gaslight Debra Whitman.
Did I say 'try to'? By the end of the issue Pete is ALL IN.
We're at the fireworks factory people!
Her Doc has Pete hide in a closet and listen to her session. Don't do that! At least Pete backs out the costume idea... for now.
THIS IS WHERE THE CONTENT WARNING COMES IN
I'm gonna leave those small so you gotta click in. Biff reveals to Pete that 1) Deb is actually married to another man 2) he was cruelly abusive 3) she's been in denial of it and has been mentally on the brink for years. It's a little late in the game for this kind of reveal, but MJ would get a similarly dark backstory way longer into her her story.
IT'S TIME FOR DEB'S LAST APPEARANCE FOR 20+ YEARS
So yeah, Deb decides to believe that Pete isn't really Spider-Man and that this whole display has been to shock her out of he mania. It's exactly what the therapist said would happen. Dammit.
Debra gets on a bus back home never to be seen again and Black Cat makes a stunning return on the next page. That's a wrap on Debra Whitman until 2007 when Spider-Man is unmasked as part Civil War. Join me for PART 5 (?!) next time.
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🪿anon here
Hey hello! I thought I put in another ask before the one you replied to, but I think tumblr ate it somewhere between you and me. So sorry about the confusion, you didn't miss me at all. Your reply was lovely and I loved reading about your headcanons, especially how Mammon would totally biff people with his wings.
Ask game time tho! 🦈 What is the character you have the hardest time writing?
And as a bonus, if you're up for it: 💛 What's an impactful lesson you've learned about writing? I'm a fellow (and often struggling) writer and I love hearing what other people have to share, especially in the fandom space.
Honks and hisses!
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Ahhh okay, that explains it! Tumblr has been known to eat asks on occasion! Phew, I'm glad I didn't miss you! I'll go ahead and add your emoji to the list now!! Ah, I'm glad you liked my reply too I felt bad that it was so lengthy lol.
🦈 What is the character you have the hardest time writing?
Siiiiigh it's Levi. I'm much better with him now than I used to be, but I really struggled with him for a long time. His anxiety really reminded me of myself irl, so I had a hard time separating the anxiety of his character from my own. And this was an issue for me because it messed with my characterization of him.
I also struggle with Mammon sometimes. This is because I think the fandom's version of him and the canon version of him are different. So my brain is always flip flopping between them when doing his characterization. And I was so worried about writing him OOC that I would just kinda... not write for him much at all? But then I kinda reconciled it by deciding I was going to write my version of him and just own it! LOL.
💛 What's an impactful lesson you've learned about writing?
Ohh an interesting question! I would say the understanding that there is no "right" way to write a story. You get to decide what works for you. Even if a lot of other writers swear by doing this one thing, you only need to do it if it actually helps you. Otherwise, chuck it!
Specifically to fandom things, though, I would also add that having fun is the most important thing. How other people react to your writing is not an indication of how good it is. Things like how active a fandom is, how popular a ship is (if you're writing a ship), how many people are looking for this specific genre (e.g. fluff, angst, etc), all of that is going to impact how people react to what you wrote. You might have written the most exquisite novel length fic ever, but if it's about something not a lot of people are interested in, you might get only a handful of comments/reblogs/likes etc.
So the important thing to focus on for fanfic is how you feel about writing it. Write things you enjoy, write for yourself. You're spending a lot of time and effort and energy on that story. Make sure it's one that you're proud of, no matter how people respond to it.
I'm writing Arsenios's story and it's been such an amazing experience. I absolutely love it and I'm throwing my whole heart & soul into it. But OC stuff rarely has the same engagement as canon. So when I finally start posting it, I won't be surprised if it doesn't do very well, especially compared to some of my other stuff.
But the thing is, it won't matter. I'm writing that story because I love it, because it's fun, because it makes me happy. So how well it does or doesn't do won't impact the experience I got out of writing it.
OOF sorry to ramble so much, but I hope that makes some sense! I just think people get too hung up on numbers and things (myself included lol) when really that's not the thing that matters most!
Ahaha but I could write about writing all day... I guess it's my special interest. :)
Anyway, thank you for asking!
Fanfic Writer Ask Game
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DORO Announces Official Release Date For 'Time For Justice' Single, Shares Preview Of Music Video
German metal queen Doro Pesch will release her new single, "Time For Justice", on June 23. A music video for the track was recently filmed with director Mirko Witzki (CALIBAN, ANY GIVEN DAY, EMIL BULLS) and a preview of the clip can be found below.
"Time For Justice" is the first single from Doro's new album, "Conqueress Forever Strong And Proud", which will arrive on October 27, one day before her 40th-anniversary concert at the Mitsubishi Electric Halle in Düsseldorf, Germany.
In a recent interview with Canada's The Metal Voice, Doro stated about her 19-song follow-up to her 2018 double album "Forever Warriors, Forever United": "It's done. It's finished. I'm just about to film the first visual for this album. And we plan to have four or five singles out, and four or five videos, before the official [album] release. Saturday, actually, in two days, we will record [the video for] 'Time For Justice'. It will be a wild video. We have a good plan. I hope it will come out like we planned."
Regarding the musical direction of "Conqueress Forever Strong And Proud", Doro said: "It's pretty heavy. It's pretty hard. The first five songs are totally heavy. Then there's a midtempo anthem coming on. But I think it's pretty heavy. The song 'I Will Prevail' is the heaviest, I think. And the opener I love so much. It's called 'Children Of The Dawn'. And then there's some duets on it."
Doro went on to reveal that JUDAS PRIEST's Rob Halford is one of the guest musicians on the LP, adding that he is someone she has "loved for a long time. I'm so excited. Oh my God. It is a dream come true. And he's such a great guy. We were friends forever. It's a special treat. I could die now."
According to Doro, her duet with Halford is "a fast song" and "something everybody's familiar with. Yeah, it's cool. It's a fast song and it's an anthem."
Speaking in general about the fact that she has been able to record and share the stage with so many of her musical idols, Doro said: "I was so lucky in my life [that] I could play and perform and record with the best people, people I love. It's unbelievable."
"[Rob] was a big influence," she added. "I loved Ronnie James Dio, David Coverdale, Rob Halford, Biff [Byford], Lemmy… And I was a big KISS fan. And I could work with everybody. Oh my God. It's awesome."
In April, Doro told Brazil's A Rádio Rock that fans can expect "many anthems" and "many diehard metal songs" on her upcoming LP. "Many soulful songs. And a great, great guest. A great collaboration on one of the songs. And I think this will be probably my second 'All We Are' that people always wanna hear it and sing it. And there's one song for the animals, because I love animals. It's called 'Heavenly Creatures'. And I wanna do something with this song. So that's dedicated to all these heavenly creatures."
She continued: "I grew up with dogs and horses and parrots, and I miss that in my life. That's the only thing I miss. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I would have loved pets. But it's impossible when you're on tour. So I do something else. And I just adopted two horses. But they're not close to where I live. They're actually in a different country; they're in Austria. But they're someplace where people take care of animals. It's so nice. It's a paradise — for people and for animals."
This past February, Doro spent time at Miami Beach Recording Studios laying down vocal tracks for her upcoming studio album.
"Forever Warriors, Forever United" featured 19 regular tracks and six bonus songs.
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Oh Bexxx, my dear, you KNOW how bad we all got it for Sam right now after that viewing of You Might, so could you PLEASE bestow upon to us some good ol' Sammy boy? I got some prompts that I know would fit him so well.
“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” , “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” , and, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”
He just makes me FEEL things and I can't help myself, but please go nuts! I need soft smut asap! Thank you, queen~
Okay man this took too long for me to get to for fucking real but here it is! A full out, massive request filled for the BIFF! So I wrote this all last night and edited it tonight, I hope you fucking looove it. I have wanted to do this fic for like fucking ever. There is this movie I totally love called, “YPF” or “Young People Fucking.” It is a comedy that follows several couples who fuck on the same night, going from pre-lude and foreplay all the way through to afterglow and one of the couples are two life time best friends and the dude, Matt, gives me MASSIVE Sam energy. I have been craving doing a fic with him based off that movie so I hope you all enjoy this! Major credit to said movie for all the inspo and some of what must be my fave dialogue in any movie, (Shoutout to Kris you totally inspired me just as like a person with your attitude, speech pattern and confidence, what a real one.)
Let’s stop wasting time and let's get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.4K. Sam Wescott X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Best Of Friends To Fuck Buddies. Mentions Of Cheating. Shit Talking. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Blow Jobs. Pre-Mature Ejactulation. Hand Jobs. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Sex. Intense Feelings. Crushes. Begging. Creampie.
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It’s Making Me Freak Out!
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You had been friends with him longer than you had been friends with basically anyone in your life at this point. He wasn’t your first friend but some people, just like how people have a tendency to do, had left your life, he however was still here, someone you could count and rely on. So naturally, when your years-long relationship ended, with a bag stuffed full of the belongings that had been kept at your now ex’s apartment you showed up on his doorstep, confessing as soon as the door opened, “We broke up.”
He was nothing but understanding, doorknob abandoned in favour of a rare hug between the pair of you as he said, “I always fucking hated that guy.” You naturally returned the hug with both arms with something that was a mix of a sob and a laugh, “Yeah he fucking sucks.”
He pulled back, hands still on your arms as he was saying, “RIght?! That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Samuel Justin Wescott could always make you laugh more than anybody else.
You ended up on his couch, favoured movies and too many snacks and empty beer bottles on the coffee table as you recounted the whole thing and got it all out of your system. You bitched and vented and he was nothing but supportive in that very him sort of way. You crashed there that night and as days bled into weeks and then months you started to do significantly better and how much Sam was there for you definitely helped you along. A few months after said difficult break up you had a growing concern gnawing at your brain stem that refused to leave but it was nuts, like the very idea of it was insane but you found it hard to let it go and as time continued to wear on it started seeming less crazy and more logical, it was downright genius.
And so one Friday, a few drinks into a hangout with Sam you said, “I think we should fuck.”
The next sound was him choking, followed by a cough, maybe stating that so casually with no lead up when he was mid-sip wasn’t the smartest move. A hand on his throat as he struggled to regain his breathing, his other hand setting down the beer bottle so he wouldn’t drop it, finally getting down a big enough breath to gasp out, “Wha-what?!”
You take another sip, trying to play is cool, a small shrug before repeating yourself verbatim, “I think we should fuck.”
Taking that moment to meet his gaze made you fight back a laugh, looking insanely shocked, mouth agape. Now it was your turn to say, “What?”
“What do you mean what?! My best friend of like I don’t even know how long just said we should fuck the same way someone might suggest a new restaurant to try for dinner! And I’m supposed to be like, normal or act like this isn’t-” He was rambling, you cut him off, “Isn’t what man?”
“Isn’t a huge fucking thing to just throw out there so casually!” He was seriously close to freaking out, spiralling hard and trying to brush it off and so you said, “Oh my God, forget it, nevermind!”
“No, no we aren’t going to! I know you, there is a reason for this, something is up-” You throw up both hands, “Nothing is up! I never should have said something, shoulda known you would have-”
“Would have what?” He asked and you sighed, not wanting to say it and he asked, leaning closer, elbows on the table, “Well?” So you finally said, “Gone all Wescott about it.”
“Gone all-oh my fucking God, you have so much faith in me!” He sounded exasperated but it was much more joking, much more light and so you smile and say, “Am I wrong?”
“What?” He asked and you couldn’t help but say, with a raise of your eyebrows, “Is ‘what’ the special word of the day or something?”
“Answer the question!” He pressed and so you said, “Am I wrong for thinking you wouldn’t be able to handle this without freaking out?”
He opened his mouth to retort but instead picked up his beer and took another sip and you laughed, “Because you totally DID just freak out. Or to quote myself earlier you went all-”
“Went all Wescott, yeah, yeah, okay you aren’t wrong, but still! Ow.” He replied and you reached out, a touch of his hand before saying, “I’m sorry for so rightfully categorising you.”
“Such a bitch.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes, it was fond and you laughed before saying, “And you’re such a pussy but what else is new?”
“Ooo you treat me so nice.” He teased and then followed up, “So why do you think we should fuck exactly?”
Another sigh from you, the heaviest so far, “Okay so, you remember, my ex, obviously.”
“Yes, the shit-bag, the man who’s name we dare not speak, of course.” He responded and you said, “Right, exactly. Well it’s been like months and whatever and I have been thinking really hard about where I went so wrong, not just like this relationship, but like all of them cuz like every guy I have ever been with cheated on me-”
Now you were the one who was rambling and spiralling, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “-and as it is you are like the only man I can stand to look at right now.”
“Really?” He said with a quirk of his brow, seemingly impressed and glad that is the case, you smile yourself before you say “Yes, you are. So I have been thinking that I just need to fuck, just get it out of my system or I am gonna fall for some fucking asshole who is just gonna cheat on me again and then I will be right back where I started. Here. All sad and single and shit.”
He takes another long drink before saying, “So, you get so pent up and cock hungry that your asshole radar goes screwy and you end up fucking the first attractive dude you find, who usually ends up being a total dick?”
“Calling me cock hungry AND the hypothetical dude in this scenario an asshole and a dick in the same breath? Impressive Wescott, but yes I think that is what is sooo, if I fuck you, in theory, I can hold out until I met like a normal, non-cheating-non-jerk of a guy. For once.” Another sip before tacking on, “Present company excluded, obviously.”
Content that you had laid it all out there and he nodded along, “I mean it makes sense. Just, are you sure that is what this is?”
“Pretty fucking sure.” You affirm. He asks, tone unsure, “And you want it to be me?”
“Yeah! I mean again, you don’t suck and you’re the only dude I can even stand at present. And we have known each other foreverrr, I can trust you.” He seemed to no longer be freaking out and considering it, this seemed to be turning around, going surprisingly well, better than you could have hoped for honestly, he wasn’t running out the door with a lame excuse.
“So what do you say, Wescott? You wanna help out your ol buddy? My future relationships depend on you screwing my brains out.” You asked, holding a hand out.
He exhales amusedly through his nose, “Jeeze no pressure right?”
A hand runs through his short hair and you could tell by now his answer, you wait, a wide grin as he finally said, “Okay, okay yes, I’ll do it.”
“Yeah you will?!” You asked and he said with a laugh, “Yes, I’ll let you fuck my brains out so you can meet a normal non-jerky guy.”
He took your hand and you shook on it. Both of you broke eye contact with a laugh over how ridiculous this was, you said on an exhale with a shake of your head, “What the fuck are we doing?”
“I don’t fucking know anymore.” He said laughing along and the topic was shelved for that evening, happy at how well this went.
So you both had next Wednesday off so you thought that Tuesday night would be as good as any so you find yourself at his apartment and soon enough on his couch. Bottle of liquor and two shot glasses on the coffee table in front of you.
It seemed so easy last Friday but that was four days ago and when talking about it you’d already been hanging for hours and had multiple drinks in your system, it was all jokey and just very you guys, it was all in theory.
But now you were here, about to actually do it and it wasn’t like you hadn’t entertained the idea ever but thinking about it and actually fucking your best friend of like twenty ish years was a totally different kettle of fish. There was a brief conversation over a strong drink when you came in but you didn’t want to waste time, could feel the nerves and tension radiating off of him and yourself.
You and he were facing each other, both sitting side saddle on the couch, intending to start this the only way you knew how, to get one of the most awkward parts out of the way, your first kiss with him.
“Don’t be lame-” You started and he said after clearing his throat, almost defensively, “I won’t. Now, fuck off.”
“No pussying out.” You said firmly.
“I’m not, will you just-” You cleared your own throat, cutting him off and saying, “Alright. Come on. Okay?”
“Okay, okay.” He agreed.
A pause, both of you in the same position, you say, “You’re not moving.”
“Well, neither are you.” He fired back and you looked him up and down, “Jesus Christ man up, would you?”
He sputtered out, “I’m fucking…I’m closer to you than you are to me.”
Eyebrows knitted together as you respond to him with a question, “How the fuck does that work?”
He looked you up and down before saying, “Cuz I’m doing some moving and you’re not doing anything-” He calls it moving, you’d call it nervous fidgeting. You cut in, talking over him in the middle of his sentence, “You’re an idiot.” And he continued on with his thought “-you’re just sass-bossing me-” Finishing with a very mature retort of, “-you’re an idiot.”
“Shut up.” You fire back and he shh’s you.
All of this back and forth is totally just posturing because you and he are so nervous, reverting back to childish banter and barbs to try and hide how much this was, the inherent vulnerability and worry involved that this would fuck everything up. Even though Sam didn’t say it, he didn’t have to, you knew him and also had that same thought yourself, that if this doesn’t go well it could spoil everything. It could potentially ruin a lifelong friendship. You were trying to put the worry out of your head as much as you were sure he was too.
A move of your head, you start to lean in as does he, “Don’t be a pussy.” You remind playfully and he says with a half nod, tone unsure but eyes determined, “I’m-I got it.”
You didn’t stop your forward momentum and neither did he, and one moment there is still space between you and the next, there is none, your lips touch and holy shit you are kissing Sam Wescott. His lips are soft, way softer than you ever thought they could be, he was so warm too, and fuck, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t like you ever thought Sam would be a bad kisser but you realise while this was happening that you don’t think that you ever thought about kissing him seriously.
Your mouth moved on instinct, kissing him back nearly immediately, moving with him, his lips parted first, his bottom lip under yours, a slip of his tongue that made a rush of arousal wash over you from him doing it first, and with confidence you hadn’t counted on from him. You returned his efforts further, your tongue making contact with his and you swear you could almost feel him tense, you leaned closer, deepened it slightly and so did he. The heat grew considerably for another ten seconds before it became too much. You ended up pulling away first, moving to sit back on the couch properly, feet on the cushion below you, knees swaying back and forth, he moved, sitting back on the other side of the couch, hands up as his elbows sat on the backrest of the couch.
“Okay.” You said with a nod, thighs tensing, trying to grapple with the immediacy of how much that one kiss turned you on and he agreed, a nod as he said, “Yup.”
You snuck a look at him, the way he had one leg crossed over the other, ankle rested on his knee, a thick swallow and you were sure he was hard even with the view of him obscured.
You took a moment, trying to calm down, you really hadn’t been expecting one dumb kiss to get to you this badly, you needed to get a hold of yourself and seemingly so did he.
It had been weirdly quiet for too long now, normally when it was you two together you always had stuff to talk about so this was, strange to say the least. Then again you and Sam had never kissed each other before. Another drink was had, conversation forced, you weren’t gonna let this fail so early, not when you had barely gotten started.
You take a deep breath, pick up your shot glass and down it, the burn feels good, emboldens you once more and you say as you sit back, “I think I’m drunk, you?”
“Maybe we waited too long.” He said and you replied, “Maybe we should have another shot.” You lean forward once more, pouring another for yourself.
You take it, knocking it back as he starts to say, “Ah I’m just worried about things going wacky.”
Shaking your head as you swallow the burn of the alcohol you hum, “Nuh-uh.” And he asks, “Do you think this is the smart thing to do?”
“All right, Wescott-” A hand on the backrest you turn to face him once again, sitting sideways on the couch you say, “I understand what you’re feeling, but listen up, cause I ain’t saying this twice. We all know my reasons for doing this but this is about you too and you’ve been stuck on some whore-bitch who dumped you-”
“Don’t call her a whore-bitch.” He interjected with a roll of his eyes and you didn’t stop, still going off, “-who dumped you like, seven months ago and treated you like shit for two months-”
“Three months and two days-” He supplied and you groaned, hands reaching out, one on his shoulder, the other on his chest as you emphatically said, “Oh, you need to get laid!”
He coughs before agreeing, “Okay yes.”
“Very, very badly!” You insist and he looks back over to you, “Yes, I get it.”
Onward you continued, “And instead of worrying about this, that, and the other thing, just focus on the fact that your balls need emptying.”
A raise of his eyebrows, eyes wider as you say, “Immediately. And that’s it. That’s all you think about because that’s all this is.”
He cocks his head to the side, taking in what you said, you think it might be sinking in, a nod but then he says, “I just don’t want to jeopardise anything.”
“Okay look.” You say, putting a stop to his next ramble of trying to talk himself out of this with his neurotic worries, “Sometimes it’s something. Sometimes it’s meaningful. Sometimes it’s caressing faces and fingers intertwined and whispering little secrets in ears.”
You say it softly, emotion and warmth colouring your tone as you look directly into his eyes, your hand still on his chest, feeling his heartbeat below your palm, firm, steady, quickening.
A small pause before you then say. “And sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.”
His smile broadens, neither of you looking away as you expound, your hand lifting off of him, “It’s grinding your shit and emptying your balls and falling asleep right after you come and that’s what you and I are gonna do to one another because that’s what friends are for.”
His expression is hilarious, smile had gotten dimmer, eyes showing he was trying to follow along but was confused, adorable honestly, but you don’t let it trip you up, a clap as you say, “So stop fucking up the game plan, down that shot, because right after that your old buddy here-” Pointing to yourself, “-is going to blow you.”
He breaks eye contact, shocked once again, almost as if it just hit him that this was really going to happen, you both seriously doing this, he turns back as he says with quiet disbelief, “Uhm…You’re going to-?”
You made a mimic the motion of sucking a dick before mouthing the words, “Blow you.”
His head turns once more, looking at the shot you poured minutes ago on the coffee table before sitting up, leaning forward, he picks it up and downs it, placing the glass back on the table, wrists rested on his knees and you sit in the same way to match him. You ask, “You ready?”
He hums with a nod, “Buzzed?”
“Yeah-huh.” He agrees.
“Trim that shit up like we talked about?” You asked and he said, “Uh-yeah, I already told you I do that on my own-”
“Okay.” You clap again and then turn to him, “High five.”
He does so immediately and without complaint as he always did when you offered one.
You scoop up the shot glasses and take them to the kitchen, he follows, bottle in hand, the shot must have worked because he asked, “What happened to you blowing me immediately, post shot?”
“Sorry I thought I should put these away because I know how your over thinking, worried ass gets, I would hate for you to be unable to get it up because you can’t stop thinking about dirty dishes on the coffee table.” You tease and he scoffs as he bottle set on the counter, “Again, the faith you have in me is astounding.”
You turn, push off the sink and come forward, your hands on his shoulders and you lean up, not dignifying him with a response instead choosing to kiss him again, sudden and deep, pressing him to the kitchen island. He returned the kiss, your tongue slipped into his mouth first this time and you could taste the shot still lingering as you were sure he could as well. Your head is swimming and you aren’t certain it isn’t from the alcohol, you break away, staring up at him, his cheeks were flushed, again you aren’t certain it isn’t from the drink on his part.
“Who says I can’t blow you in the kitchen, Wescott?” You challenge as your hands slide off his shoulders and down his arms.
You had seen Sam shirtless many times, especially at summer camp, but actually feeling him now, Jesus, seeing and feeling is a totally different thing. He had some good strength, you couldn’t wait for him to put it to use. Your hands find the top of his jeans and you start to unbutton them and he responds, “Uh no one I suppose, I mean you can blow me wherever you want to really, I’m not picky-”
You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, a smile on your face as you say, “Hey Wescott?”
“Yeah?” He asks as you unzip his pants, then your hands catch the bottom hem of your top and you take off your shirt, you toss it aside, revelling in his wide eyes at the view of you just in your jeans and bra. You say fondly as you begin to sink to your knees, “Shut up.”
“Okay, shutting up.” He nodded, looking down as your fingers hook in his belt loops, you lean in, your cheek to his bulge, lips catching on his zipper as you rub against him before starting to tug his pants down his hips.
He lets you do so and then he can feel your mouth on him, through the last layer of his underwear, warm lips and even warmer breath has him putting his hands back, gripping the edge of the kitchen island. A few kisses are placed along his clothed shaft, his pants around his knees now and your hands slip back up his legs, nails dragging teasingly before you reach for the waistband of his briefs. You take a deep breath for courage before pulling them down and for the first time you see his dick, very hard and less than two inches from your face.
“Holy shit.” You utter, lips parted as your eyes drag over every exposed inch of him.
He looks concerned, “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing just fuck, dude, you didn’t tell me you were packing heat!” He laughed, “What? When was I supposed to bring that up in our friendship? Hey bud, awesome cookies you brought to the bake sale, also I have a massive dick.” He added on after another shared laugh, “Also is it really that big?”
You scoff, a roll of your eyes, “Oh my God only dudes with big dicks say shit like ‘is it really that big?’, fucking, of course it is!” You wrap your hand around the base and he inhales sharply. “I mean look at this! Look how much of it is still left after I get my whole hand around it!”
He nods, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip before saying, “Yeah, uhm, shit, you’re right, it does look big in your hand.”
��Duh dude.” You laugh before leaning in, honestly excited for this, the excitement and want far outweighing the nerves, wanting to wow him. “Get ready for me to blow your mind.”
Your taunt makes him laugh, it’s breathy and nervous, “Yeah I’m ready for you to blow my dick, the jury is still out on my mind.”
You might have bragged about your dick sucking skills previously in your friendship and a running joke was him never believing you, and you were about to prove him how wrong he was. You start easily enough, a lick from midway down his shaft, up the underside of him before your tongue swirls around the tip and you hear his breath catch from above you. A small smirk on your face and he is about to say something but you shut him up by slipping the head of his dick into your mouth, lips wrapping right around that sensitive ridge and you suck deeply. He gasped out, “Oh fuck-”
Your hand is still locked around the base as you pull off of him with a loud pop. You are looking up at him, hand beginning to stroke him, using your own spit as lube as you ask with a faux innocent smile, “You okay up there Wescott?”
He nods and says on an exhale, “Yeah, yeah, M’ fine.” You smile wider as you twist your wrist on the upstroke, “Good.”
You lean back in, slipping him back into your mouth, taking more of him, sliding him in deeper and he grips the island harder, knuckles going almost white as he tries to contend with the feeling of how wet and hot your mouth is. You bob up and down, hand moving in tandem, tongue running up the underside of his shaft, flicks and licks, messy open mouthed kisses, quick pace, lots of sucking, allowing spit and drool to leak out, getting sloppy with it, just as he had previously confessed to liking. The amount he tensed when you latched onto and paid heavy attention to his balls made you smile against him.
This was done all while you were looking up at him. He was very much not looking at you though, heavy breathing, nervous fidgeting and you pull off once more, “Are you sure you are okay?”
“Yeah, yes I am, why?” He asked, seemingly out of breath and caught off guard by your question, “Just, you aren’t looking at me and are real fidgety-”
“You keep looking at me.” He admitted, eyes darted to you and away again quickly. You accuse, “You said you like when girls look up at you during head!”
“Yeah but it’s you! And so it’s not just like it’s a girl doing it, it’s all, ‘yeah that’s my dick in her mouth’ but when it’s you it’s like ‘oh there’s my best friend with my dick in her mouth’ and it makes me freak out-” He rambles and you laugh breathlessly.
“Wescott, everything makes you freak out! Just try to relax and focus on how good it feels, alright?” He nodded, a deep breath, the reassurance helps, he agrees, “Yeah, totally, how good it feels-”
And you had taken him back in before he finished speaking, his sentence breaks off with a choked off moan, his eyes closing and you feel a sense of pride as well as a drip in your panties.
He sounded really good when he moaned. It pushes you on. You pulled out your best moves, you pushed him harder into the kitchen island with one hand while your other stroked and you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as you could, you gagged and he seemed to like that. His dick twitched in your mouth, his hips rocked forward involuntarily, a groan broke out of your name and you did it again. Take him deep, gag, choke yourself a little, you pick up the pace as you deep throat and then he is squirming, all of a sudden his fists clenching and unclenching, “Shit, wait, hold on I think, I uh, ahhhn, need a second-”
You felt him throbbing in your hand and on your tongue and you stroked faster, a long suck with a moan against his shaft and he still tries to stop you, his eyes back open, looking down at you. Seeing you looking up at him with those, ‘fuck me eyes’ did not help at all on holdong off, a hurried moan of, “Wait, fuck, I said wait! Ohhh Goddd.”
He couldn’t stop you and so he couldn’t stop it and he came, hot and thick ropes spilling into your mouth and you don’t stop either. You slowed down slightly, not wanting to overstimulate him, doing what you could to draw out his pleasure, he was still holding onto the counter, weak in the knees, trying not to lose his balance from how hard he was cumming, buried well more than halfway inside you.
Big swallows, taking every single drop without issue until his dick finally stopped twitching and his hand was on your head, pushing you back and you allowed it. You sit back on your heels, the back of your hand wipes your mouth and you say, “Wow Wescott, I thought you’d last longer than that! What was that? Three minutes or four?”
“Fuck you!” He huffed and you said with a wide grin, “I mean you were supposed to but now-”
He was still catching his breath as he defending himself, “Gimmie a minute! I can go again.”
“Oh can you?” A taunt he clearly took offense to and he said, “Yes! I can, fucking, come on.” He reached down, one hand snagged his pants and underwear, he pulled them back up, his other hand hooking under your bicep and he hauled you up onto your feet. He dragged you along quickly, “Awe I must have touched a nerve! Where are you taking me?”
“To the bedroom.” He stated firmly as you were now in the hallway, “What are we gonna do in there? Cuddle till you can get it up again?”
He pushed you into the bedroom, hard, and you fell onto his bed. He flicked the light on the nightstand on, “No, I’m going to eat you out till I’m hard enough to fuck you so I can wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face and shut you up.”
The show of strength dragging you here, pushing you on the bed, the promise he just made, you tried to hide how hot it was. You got the distinct feeling he could back his word up and you hoped against hope that feeling was correct.
“You think you can do that?” You taunted, weaker than you meant to.
He was starting to take off your jeans, his own still open and low on his hips, he assured you, “I know, I can do that.”
A pulse of your clit and hard swallow and with a nod, holding eye contact with Sam you said, “Fucking prove it Wescott.”
Denim was tossed aside, and he took his shirt off, you assumed in classic Sam fashion trying to make it even because now you were in just your underwear and nothing else. He climbed on top of you, he kissed you, hard just like you had previously but also in the most him way possible. It was way too all consuming, hard not to get lost in, practically melting below him way too fast. His mouth soon dragged down, kisses over your jaw and your throat, his other hand sliding underneath, gripping the back of your neck and you gasped out, “What are you doing?”
“You said you liked it when guy’s kissed your neck like this?” He murmured, his tongue ran over your pulse point, teeth scraped as his nails bit in slightly, a light bite that had your back arching, “I-I do but ahh-”
“But what?” He asked teasingly, “Isn’t this just about getting off?” He had used that tone when you had both joked around countless times before but now with him on top of you and kissing your neck it made heat pulse inside of you.
“It is-” You assure, trying to ignore how hot you had gotten and how wet you were and he said, one of his legs slotting between yours, knee pressing against your clothed slit, “Well doesn’t this get you off? Or were you lying to me all those times we talked before?”
You shake your head, his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your neck, finds your hip, he makes you grind on his thigh and you moan, “I wasn’t lying.”
“Then stop whining and enjoy it.” He said easily as he started to slide down your body, lips pressing more kisses as he went. Soon he is on his knees on the floor, your panties are being tugged off, throwing them away and your legs are resting over his shoulders.
You should feel some nerves being so exposed before him but you mostly feel excited he is seeing you like this. Any of those small remaining nerves were pushed away when he breathed out, “Oh wow.”
“Wow?” You asked, his hands made contact, strong and firm resting on your mons, thumbs stroke down, parting you open, getting a good look, “Yeah, just, fuck, you’re soaked.”
He admitted and you bit your bottom lip. You try to conjure a response but none comes as you feel him closer, warm breath on your wet folds, his mouth doesn’t waste time.
His lips touched down on your clit and once again you are hit with the sheer softness and warmth of him. You suck down a deep breath as he lifts up, another kiss placed just right, a few mouth come and then his tongue slipping out to slide over you and fuck, you were unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that hits your system.
He didn’t tease you about his oral skills before getting started because, well, he knew he didn’t need to. He knew you heard the rumours that flew around at Camp Clear Vista, he knew you know what people say about him and his mouth. There had been many jokes made before about it, you not believing him already made abundantly clear throughout your friendship and within two minutes he was proving you wrong. He warms you up beautifully, open mouthed kisses, lips and tongue paying attention everywhere, running through every nook and cranny he could find, was impossibly attentive. As if he knew just when it was needed he switched to focusing more where you needed, tongue ran up and over your clit, a flick that made you moan, thighs tensing around his head. He hums out, “Good?”
A shaky nod at the rush of sensation the vibration provided, “Yeah, fuck, s’ good Wescott.”
Another hum, he seemed happy to hear that and doubled up. He found a rhythm that made your breathing extremely uneven. Your very ready and swollen clit between his lips, tongue circling it with a steady and even pressure that was currently melting your mind.
How was he this good? Where the fuck did he learn to eat pussy like this?
He ate you out like he was starving for it, like you tasted incredible and your satisfaction was the most important thing. It was more than that too however, you got the real impression he wasn’t doing this out of obligation, he was doing it because he really, really enjoyed it. You had been with guys who made claims of getting off on you getting off but it always turned out to be just that, pretty words and claims made in order to get into your panties, any upfront effort did not last once their dick entered the equation, but you had the feeling Sam was the genuine article.
You looked down and you understood what he meant previously when you were sucking his dick. Seeing him being the one between your thighs, eyes closed in concentration, doing this was a lot to handle, mainly, the view of it was way too hot, it made your cunt clench around nothing, leak more and your clit throb. You had to force your eyes closed as you tried to forget it was Sam who was making you feel like this.
It shocked you how fast he got you to the edge with only his mouth. You weren’t prepared at all for this, you were shivering, so close, panting and trying to come up with how to warn him, you had a thought of getting him to stop, taking a breather, switch to sex or something but again, there was no hope for you.
No time, no words came out, just a loud and honest moan, genuine vocal expression of the intense pleasure he made you feel as your fingers tangled in those navy bed sheets you bought him last Christmas. Hands tugging as you tried to ride out the most powerful orgasm you had in months thanks to his talented tongue, chest heaving as the feeling rose, peaked and then slowed down until overstimulation threatened to seep you, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, stop!”
As soon as it left your mouth he pulled up, “What was that you were saying earlier about cumming quickly?” He asked and you finally managed to catch your breath, “Shu-shut up.”
You reached up, your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him to you, your mouth crashing into his, effectively silencing his argument with your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and he moved closer, settling back on top of you, pressing himself into your hip and you feel how hard he is again. He wasn’t kidding, you had blown him what must have been less than fifteen minutes ago and he was raring to go. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much?
A rock of his hips and you broke the kiss, pulling on his jeans, “Get these off.” You demanded and one of his hands snapped your bra strap, “Get this off too then.”
“Fair.” You agree as he gets out of his jeans and underwear and you arch your back, unhooking your own bra, you toss it and then you and Sam are naked together in his bed.
This is really happening and you are so into it. Legs still trembling from how hard you came, seeing the sight of him totally naked and almost on top of you again, you are having trouble remembering the last time you were this turned on, felt like you had this much sexual chemistry with someone. That is all this was, right? Sexual chemistry. It had to be.
Sam was leaning over, he opened the drawer on his nightstand and reached in and when you saw the small foil packet you asked, “Condom?”
“Yeah?” He nodded, “What, you don’t trust me, Wescott?” You teased, “No, God no, I just thought you’d want one.”
“Nope, I’m safe and as you know, I haven’t been with anyone in months annnnd I know you haven’t either so-”
A beat.
“Sooo it’s fine without?” He asked and you shrugged with a nod, “Yeah if you’re fine with it I am too.”
He seemed unsure but he said, “Sure, I can handle it.”
“Me too.”
You weren’t sure that you could as you eyed him, without a doubt he is gonna be the biggest you’ve had like this but damn it did you want to try. He kissed you first again, slower as he eased on top of you and your heart was speeding up, you pushed on his chest and said, “Wait, no, hold on.”
You sit up and position him, sitting up with you in the middle of his bed and you slide into his lap, arms around his shoulders, his hands settle on your waist and he asks, “Like this?”
A nod, you wanted to be in a position you could be on top, have a lot of control and he still could too, you didn’t want to be under him, worried what it would do to you. “Mhmm.”
You moved your hips, grind on his shaft and your breath catches slightly as does his, “Fuck, so uh-”
“This is happening.” You finish his thought, prodding your slick entrance with him as he said, “Yeah once we do this-”
There was no going back. Instead of saying that you reassure him, “It’ll be fine Wescott. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck remember?”
“Right.” He sighed with a nod, clearly trying to psyche himself up. He looked into your eyes, tone shockingly steady as he said, “A fuck is just a fuck.”
No point in waiting any longer. You position yourself just right and then ask, “Ready?”
He confirmed, “As I’ll ever be.” You don’t look away as you then start to slide down, your hands looped around the back of his neck, his hands on your waist squeeze as you start to envelope him. Fuck, you were plenty warmed up and totally wet but the stretch of him almost hurts.
Almost.
Halfway down your eyes close as you focus on how delicious it feels as you take him inch by inch until you settle in his lap, him fully buried in you.
A moment is taken then. Soaking in the feeling of fullness, of how good it is to have him bare in you.
Almost chest to chest you can just about feel his heart beating impossibly hard. Eyes open and you look up, meet his gaze and your own heart isn’t doing much better, threatening to beat out of your ribcage. Sam’s face is flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy, you ask, “You’re gonna pull out, right?”
“Totally.” He breathes and you start to move then. Hips rising, sliding him out halfway before letting yourself fall, impaling yourself on him again and you and he both let out a small moan. “Oh!”
You move again, starting to ride him slowly and a minute in he begins to match you, rocking with you as you both work together to find your rhythm, he breathed out, “Fuck.”
“Right?” You let out a light and musical laugh as your hips fell once more and he leaned in, his hands sliding over your back, he pulled you closer as he fucked up into you. His mouth was on your neck as your forehead rested on his shoulder, he said it so quietly you almost missed it, “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”
You almost wanted to ask him to repeat himself, you were hearing things, no way he said that. You must have imagined it, what you thought you heard from him pulled at something in your chest. You push that down and increase your pace, forget emotionality, embrace the physical, this is about fucking, about getting off, not sappy feelings shit.
Your legs wrap around his hips, feet now on the bed to better help yourself ride him. He was still helping as well, moving with you and when he rolled his hips, ground into you, a gasp tore from your throat from the friction it provided your clit. Your grip on the back of his neck loosened with every perfect move against one another, eyes closed, head falling back as you fill yourself over and over, grind and pulse and then you lose your grip. “Woah!”
Your back didn’t have far to go thankfully, hitting the mattress, your legs still over his hips, him still inside, he is the one to laugh now, “Shit, you okay?”
A laugh along with him, “Yeah, M’ fine.” You reach out, grabby hands, needy as you prompt him, “C’mon don’t stop.”
In the heat of the moment, desperate for more, you weren’t opposed to him taking control, it was Sam, you could trust him.
He takes the que, comes down to meet you, moves his hips forward, fills you all the way and you moan again. Your arms are around him, legs wrap tighter around his hips and he sets the pace now. You expect him to go back to what you were doing, hard and even but he doesn’t. He stays deep inside you and he grinds and the friction where you need it most makes you nearly choke. “Ah!”
You think it’ll stop but it doesn’t. It isn’t so much fucking, it doesn’t feel like it, not rough pounding, a race to the finish line, it is much slower, seemed imbued with meaning, he continues it, grinds and writhes with you and you do as well. It goes on for minutes, the flow of it comes with surprising ease, the pleasure is intense, you squirm below him, moan and your head is thrown back, “Oh-fuck, that-s-”
“That’s?” He asked, hopeful. His weight on top of you, the smell of him, his wandering hands, his strong body covering yours, the fullness, you say, “S’ too much!”
Your hands on his shoulders, one of your knees nudge his hip hard and you move, he lets you, he knows what you want, he lets you take control again, you roll together. Him on the bottom on his back, you fully on top and back in control.
You start at a much harder pace, faster. “Better?” He asks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
“Yeah, sorry, couldn’t-” Your lie breaks off with a moan, he doesn’t push, instead he rocks up into you, crooked smile as he assures, “Don’t worry about it.”
A swirl of your hips and he angles his and you brush that spot inside just right, “Ohh! Yeah, yeah, right there!”
It happens fast, in about two minutes of both those spots being hit so right and all the build up, heavy breathing and shared moaning, bodies slick and working together, he says, “I’m going to come soon-”
“Oh my God, me too-” You confess, your hands were planted on his chest and he was so taken with you in that moment. You riding him, being so close with you buried totally inside, and you look down, meeting his gaze and the weight of all of it hits at once.
True, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.
Bu this wasn’t just a fuck, it held too much meaning, felt way too good for that, even the sex that physically felt the best for you didn’t have this much emotion in it, never made you ache down to your bones with feeling like this did. It was Sam, it was always Sam, he had always been right there, understood you better than anyone. This wasn’t just some guy to use to get over your shit-head ex, no, this was your best friend.
And you looking into each other's eyes, not having sex, not fucking, much, much more than that, it was like you saw the same realization hit Sam all at once.
He speaks honestly as his hands squeeze your waist, “You’re so gorgeous.”
The smile on his face is infectious, you smile too, until a few more moves of your hips again drags you out of your head and your sudden emotional realisation and back to your body, so close to coming but not close enough to him.
You need to be closer, you reach out, your hands catch his, he laces his fingers with yours as they go above his head, pulling you down with him by doing so. Your hips don’t slow, almost chest to chest, fuck it, you decide to be honest too. “This is better than I ever thought.”
He agrees, a shake of his head, tone full of feeling and near wonderment at you and this, “Ever imagined.”
“Oh my God you feel so good-” You cry and he says in a rush, continuing to thrust up into you, “You’re so beautiful.”
It is so close, the feeling creeping up your spine, you say what you feel, it is as easy as breathing, finally admitting what you now know you have felt for God knows how long, “Oh, oh, oh, I love you!”
“I love you too!” His response fills your ears and that ends up being what pushes you over the edge as you stutter out, “Sa-ahh-am! M’ cumming-”
“Fuck, me too.” He grit out and you beg, you actually beg mid-orgasm, the three words break through the haze, far too blissed out and high on him to want anything else as you please, “Don’t pull out!”
It’s all the encouragement he needs, his hands squeeze yours as he allows himself to cum, filling you up with a long groan of your name, your hips squirm, walls milking him as your own pleasure finds its natural end. You both slowly stop moving, out of breath and you go slack on top of him, hands still linked together.
You can’t believe this is how it all turned out.
He kisses the side of your face and you smile, you let his mouth move until his meets yours, a soft kiss is shared, you pull back looking down at him. He breaks the silence, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”
A wide smile, “So I did hear you say that earlier.” He laughed lightly, “Did you? Shit I tried to keep it quiet, I swear.”
“Mmm, I so believe you.” You tease and he says, “Speaking of believing people, what was that about a fuck is just a fuck? Sometimes it means something and sometimes it’s about intertwining fingers but this isn’t that?”
His hands squeeze yours again, making a point of wiggling his fingers still between yours and you roll your eyes, letting go of his hands “Okay, okay you aren’t gonna hold this over my head our whole relationship are you?”
He pauses and asks, “Relationship?”
You scoff and purposefully clench on him, making him let out a small groan as you then ask, “Well we ARE dating now aren’t we?” He said it as if it was as clear as the fact the sky was blue, “Obviously.”
“Sooo?”
“Sooo I’ll try to be nice and only bring it up when it’s really funny.” You conceded, “I can allow that.”
“Or when it’ll help me win an argument” He joked and you sighed, “Okay sure, Sam.”
“So I’ve lost the Wescott finally? I’m officially Sam since I am officially your boyfriend?”
“Yeah you get first name privileges when you make me cum that hard.”
Another beat before you ask, “So you meant what you said right? You didn’t just say it cuz like I said it right?”
He said, tone shocked, “Of course I meant it!”
You defend yourself, “Cuz sometimes you do that thing where you say a thing because I did just to agree with me-” He laughed and his head fell back on the pillow, “Oh my God, no not this time. I mean it.”
“Really?” The grin almost hurt your face, “Well I bet you didn’t know but I had a crush on you back in fourth grade-”
“Awe I did know but I was with that guy so we couldn’t. I bet YOU didn’t know I had a crush on you in ninth grade-”
“I did but I was with-” You both stopped and you said, “Jesus we really do know everything about each other.”
Why did you ever wait so long and waste so much time on other people?
“Maybe that is why this is so good? Because we do?” He offered and you said, “Maybe, you might be onto something there.”
You press a kiss to his forehead as you start to slide him out and get off of him. One of your hands slipped between your thighs as you moved to the edge of the bed, “You in a rush to leave?”
“Hardly, going to the bathroom.” You tell him as you carefully get off the bed, still cupping yourself, trying to hold some of the mess inside. He laughed as he watched you try to do that and make your way to the ensuite bathroom, you asked “What?”
His hand waves dismissively as he says, “Nothing, nothing. Just I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
You threw up the middle finger on your free hand as you left the room and he called, “Love you too!”
#Sam Wescott X Reader#slasher x reader#BHF writing#BHF asks#Hope you allll love#I adore this movie too much and had too much fun with this stg
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I love Hellsing, but I know it got flaws and it's not perfect. My biggest biff with it, a lack of properly myths lore, are there any other mythology creatures, besides werewolf, vampires, zombies and ghouls, are werewolf are totally extinct, variety of "natural" supernatural abilities, how people can use magic or they can obtain magic only via experiments and etc. It's gives a big room for our own hc, oc's, theories, but still 🫤
I have to agree, I would have loved the author going more in-depth about the lore of the Hellsing monsters, especially considering how interesting it is with what little lore we already have. It wouldn’t even have to be in-story, maybe just additional infos ? To be fair he seems to just go batshit crazy with the story and only answers lore if enough people ask for it (like why does Alucard never run out of bullets and how many bayonets does Anderson manage to hide under his coat)
It really would’ve been interesting also if we got a bit more of integra’s backstory I think. What happened to her mother, her relationship with Walter over the years, how she manages to grow in such an environment, etc etc. Personality-wise she’s arguably the most badass character to me.
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Fanfic asks 1, 2, 3?
(I'm so sorry! I saw this and forgot until I did the most recent ask game and saw my inbox again! Thank you for the ask!!)
From Fanfic Writer Ask Game! Huzzah! :D
1. What is your most popular fic?
I will stick to my BttF fics for this as that's the majority of my writing. And I suppose the fic's popularity would depend on what stat you're looking at!
Currently, the fic with the most hits (2,956) and kudos (95) would be Where You Were (Time Circuits #3) -- AKA BttF: Part III in my MartyOC trilogy rewrite. It was completed one year ago this week! I'm very emotional about it. :)
The fic with the most bookmarks (24) is A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum, in which Biff breaks Marty's leg at the end of Part II and Marty has to spend another 6-8 weeks in 1955 with Doc while he heals up. Bookmarks, to me, are "I loved this so much I don't want to lose it/ I want to reread this", and that's a big, big honor. It carries a lot more weight if we're talking about how popular a fic is.
The fic with the most comments (191) would be the absolutely absurd The Doom of Marty McFly that I did for June of Doom 2023. It is a silly meta parody of me brainstorming story ideas at Marty, and I enjoy the escape it provides so much that I'm on my third installment right now! Lots of fun. The best kind of self-insert. High recommend you try it with your own blorbos!
2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?
I say this at the beginning and end of every fic, and it is that I welcome and appreciate any and all feedback I get! It truly helps me to better myself as a writer. Even a quick "Great job!" is a huge confidence boost, and I really need that sometimes.
As of right now, I'd say Once Upon a Time in the East (OUAT #2). This story felt like such a niche deviation from Back to the Future in general, but I also feel like it was one of my strongest works this year. It was unexpectedly built off a plot twist in Once Upon a Time in the West, it is filled with historical details I loved researching and implementing, and I really pushed myself out of my comfort zone by writing more mature content. I also feel like it's the rare sequel that surpasses the original, so I'm very proud of it. Which means I want all the feedback I can get on it!
3. What's a fic idea that you have but haven't written yet?
I'm about to break ground on it: Once Upon a Time in the North (OUAT #4). I wrote some scenes for it but then totally changed the direction of the fic last week, so my outline is in shambles. But! It's a stronger story already!
In this fourth and final installment of the Once Upon a Time series, the year is 1906. Marty is a full-blown outlaw with Buford at this point when the law finally catches up to them -- along with their children.
In this story, I'm excited to get the opportunity to expand on Buford's son, who we saw for a hot second in a comic book in the 90s named "Mugsy" Tannen. That's it. That's all we get canon-wise for Buford's son/ Kid's father. Not so much as a first name! So I've made him a whole freaking backstory, including how he ends up working for Arnie Benedict's mob in Chicago, and I'm really itching to cement that lore in this story.
Thank you again for the ask!!
#back to the future#bttf#fanfic writer ask game#answered asks#ask box#timecircuitsseries#a fracture in the space-time continuum#the doom of marty mcfly#once upon a time in the north#once upon a time in the east
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Scrolling through your RWBY posts and saw an ask about media worse than RWBY. For me I find it particularly awful when a series starts strong and then totally biffs it. I’d say Game of Thrones is probably worse because it started off with pretty extreme and upsetting content but good writing and then completely and utterly failed to follow through. Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni Gou (season 1) and Sotsu (season 2) is another great example. Gou was fucking fantastic and then Sotsu was godawful. Maybe not quite as dramatic but Agents of Shield failed in the end pretty hard. It was stellar for 4 and half seasons (and I usually don’t even like marvel) and then halfway through season 5 they just entirely lost the plot. None were as consistently disappointing through a lot of the show as RWBY is but damn did they all fail to deliver in the end
Hard agree on Game of Thrones and Agents of Shield, the two out of those that I've seen. I lost interest in both when they started going off the rails which, if memory serves, was around season five for AoS. And I mean, that's the norm, right? A show starts out strong but then it goes on for too long, or they tried to recapture something (like a great twist) that can't be repeated, or we lost one of the main characters, or something wasn't adapted well, etc. We understand that few shows reach the finish line — especially a far off finish line — still going as strong as they started. It's why even as I'm pushing just as hard for a season two of OFMD as everyone else, I kinda wince at the, "Maybe we'll get five or six seasons!" hopes. Because yeah, maybe the show will go on for years and it'll be fantastic... or maybe an otherwise great story will stumble because of any of the above. Right now OFMD needs a second season because the story isn't finished yet, but past that I root for showrunners and writers to practice saying, "This is what we wanted to do and we've reached a natural end now, so that's enough. You might want more content, but it's a hypothetical desire in which you assume anything we put out will be as good as what came before it. Often times it won't be."
So yeah, this is far from uncommon, but RWBY is fascinating to me in that it got bad (imo) from trying to get good. Meaning, we all recognize the ways in which early RWBY was objectively not meeting certain standards for Good Storytelling. The animation had a ton of problems. The characters were one-dimensional cliches. The plot barely hung together at times and the world building existed primarily in another, side webseries. There was a lot going on that would potentially discourage a viewer, but it was because of that lackluster veneer that RWBY was able to shine in all the ways it was really looking to showcase. Badass fight choreography! Crazy weaponry! Not so subtle plays on fairy tale expectations! RWBY was a fun show precisely because it didn't take itself too seriously. I didn't get into it because I expected some deep, philosophical take on the nature of humanity, no matter what Salem's speech or Blake's book very (very) vaguely implied. I got into it because I liked watching a wholesome girl with her sister and BFFs kicking monster ass alongside her goofy professors. It was great. Then Volume 3, the second half, set up the expectation that we'd get a very different kind of great, one where RWBY did take itself seriously... and over time the story face-planted under that new standard. RT couldn't handle balancing combat with the sudden influx of necessary exposition. (Why is everyone just sitting around the house?) They couldn't figure out how a street-level fighting show with newbie teens translated into a world-ending battle against an immortal witch. (How are they planning to beat Salem again? Funny that no one has thrown out any ideas...) The writing couldn't clarify its moral compass, or keep the details straight, or manage the bloated cast, or sustain a PTSD arc, or handle a racism allegory... the farther away from Beacon we moved, the more RWBY fumbled as it tried to become something very different from what it started out as.
And sometimes that works! No one's saying shows can't become more complex over time (and we have certainly seen a trend of shows getting darker), but in this case RWBY didn't take well to the change and the result is a show that is disappointing many viewers precisely because it's trying to be "better." I feel like I've walked into a convenience store because I want a Hershey bar. Yes, a simple, straightforward, probably been on the shelf for half a year Hershey bar. Do I know that excellent Belgian and Swiss chocolate exists? Yes. Do I love them? You bet. Do I want them right now? No. Nothing wrong with a plain, "bad" bar of chocolate on occasion. But then the owner announces that he's got a new ~fancy~ brand in and however great the intentions were... it tastes like shit. Whoever made it is not a master chocolatier and I honest to god would have been happier if I'd just been able to continue buying and enjoying my "bad" chocolate bar.
WAIT forget chocolate there's a meme for that
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And another thing about the Biff joke: it was meant to bewilder him and also be kinda tongue in cheek for Santana and on that level I think it works but I see where the issue lies in sort of undermining her identity as a lesbian, if we were to take it seriously
So I propose that instead of saying "but totally into that" Santana goes:
"Word on the street is that you're old money. Would you happen to have a sister - preferably blonde?"
#there i'm once again doing the writers' job for them#8 years later#glee#santana lopez#lesbian but totally into that#biff of it all
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Shy is perhaps the wrong word - reserved maybe? People who hold back a bit, they're my favourites 🙊 (like Fred before he changed his hairstyle...) 😐
If you're right about DC not being too nice about JVP then they might be the perfect combo really? Jack will be on his game 24/7 if its between him and Danny and perhaps vice versa..? *not good for you maybe but good for England* 🙈
Her being at England games will probably be inevitable...but then again he has SO many friends and family and seems to invite them to internationals specifically? (also a RWC is MEGA)
Tigers games = riff raff, England games = inner circle
Who knows...I am prepared either way at this point 😂
But yes we long for R.V when we never even knew them together 😂👌🏻her sis liked his pic the other day though so it must be friendly...!
Yeah I hope they've already split tbh because even I'm going off DK at this point....he's following all the girls that Fred has previously unfollowed/current new ones?? 👀 no idea what's going on with that boy! Also he looks different in tigers pics no?? 😳
Also are we guessing or do we actually know they have the week off??
P.S think Jacques and Frederico are definitely both in Norfolk, clearly playing golf...😂🙈 probs back with family before graduation on wed?
Wrong choice with Fred, or you see him the way I never did. Which is cool.
I think the emulation feeling is clearly, they are never pictured or on video together and I find it weird. Ben and DC share pics of each others, marcus shares pics of DC... There is an agenda or competition at work behind all that ?
Her new stories are.... No comment the way they did that pic with ice-creams I want to push a wall.. . 😟😞 Respect yourself a bit Idk what is so much fun about showing so much or so much fake and sexualized content of yourself I should correctly put, that I will never understand? I feel old and out of it.
Yup we do. I think he has zero biff with anyone maybe ZN ?
OMG I hadn't watched his current followings he completely lost it or it is me ??? Personally I would be offended if I was R . Also DON'T do that when she is away idk ????
What do you mean by different ? Darker moody ?
Yes they were totally ♡ also I need to say the lad jack added from Norfolk doesn't really looks like he fancy girls so I was like oh ? 😏 Jacques ? JACQUES ?
Jacques is really cool as it makes me think to prince philip and he looks so much like him ♡
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3, 7, 13, 23, and 47 for the writing ask game!
3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? I suppose "found family" is one that appears quite often. I also write a lot of "slice of life" and feel that's pretty characteristic of my fics. And I guess this would be filed under the detail category, but I definitely write Marty with the ADHD headcanon in mind, so those little quirks are in everything I do with him.
7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? I like the worldbuilding I was able to do with "Despite the Distance"--molding the alternate timeline that Doc finds himself in. It was fun being able to craft Marty and his life in an environment where Doc wasn't a part of it, and I'm enjoying being able to return to that timeline in my new fic. There's a lot of worldbuilding involving Needles and really fleshing out his character more (I've discovered I LOVE writing Needles lol), as well as taking a closer look into the Twin Pines McFly family.
13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? I don't think so?
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? I've actually got a few answers for this one. I've always wanted to write an AU that takes place in 1985A and centers around the Marty who grew up there. I think the comics totally missed the mark in exploring that version of him, and there's so much potential for a story involving a Marty who grew up with Biff for a stepfather in that town full of horrors. Another one that's been rolling around in my head for a few years is a fic where Doc stays in 1885 after part III and something bizarre happens in the timeline where, since he's permanently "left" his proper place in time, it starts to basically erase any trace of him from the 1985 timeline. Almost as if a time traveler has to periodically check in to their original time to keep their existence there intact? I dunno. Anyway, everyone's memories of him fade EXCEPT for Marty's for reasons I haven't quite hammered out yet. Maybe he's protected because he was also a time traveler, and there's some sort of memory bubble? Who knows? (not me) The point is, all of a sudden he's talking about Doc and everyone is like ???? and it starts to mess with his head to the point that he begins to doubt Doc ever existed at all, and everyone thinks he's legitimately experiencing delusions. It is not a happy story.
Oh, OH! I would love to write my ridiculous Family Ties/Back to the Future crossover AU.
47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. When I first looked over the original ask list, I was like, "I hope no one asks me the shoe one. How would I even answer that?" and here we are, haha. I literally. I don't know, friend. I cannot figure out how to describe one of my fics as shoes. I tried my best. (aka: I thought about it very briefly for 3.5 seconds and then gave up)
Thanks for the ask!
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