#big fan of this freak jesus christ

[cowboythewizard726]

woah-ho-ho-dude don't mean to alarm you or anything but has anyone ever told you that you've got some pretty beautiful majestic gorgeous eyes right there just a pair of completely absolutely striking ocular organs you've got in there man like jesus those are some pretty stunning irises dude like wow man

#gotta chew on this guys face #WOAH #laios../...save me laios.. svae me.... #kabru can u fight be honest #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #dunmeshi laios #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #im not. #gay. #or anything #im just #really observant #alright #alrigth #LAIOS #hey boy do you l #smile emoji #hes so beautiful #big fan of this freak jesus christ

[keeksandgigz]

hiii keeks! saw that we could share our thoughts about witchy and eddie soo i wanted to share that i’ve been thinking all day about eddie making witchy squirt with the rose quartz dildo lolololol🫠

goddamn y’all love that rose quartz dildo down omg 🫣

this can be read as a pt. 2 for this post

this is for @reidsbtch specifically cause that was her idea 🤭

this is strictly 18+ minors DNI please

“Witchy, can I ask you a question?” he says out of nowhere, as you’re reading your book on the couch. Your head lifts, and you can sense the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?” you ask, closing the book you weren’t really reading, just using it as a cover up to ogle at your boyfriend while he played guitar next to you.

“Y’know how you complained about the dildo I got you not being uhhh” his cheeks tinge pink, as he looks into an indiscernible place on your living room wall, like the answer was going to be on the pink wallpaper of your house.

“Big enough?” you finish the sentence for him, he purses his lips and nods.

“Why didn’t you use your magic to make it bigger, or uh- curved or something?” he asks, a frog trapped in his throat as he everything he says comes out like a half- croak, maybe a side effect of when he turned himself into a frog on accident.

“Oh, no I did. I just made it look like your dick” you say, a shrug of your shoulders makes the purple shawl you were wearing fall off of them, nonchalant, like you were telling him your grocery list.

Eddie’s eyes bug out of his sockets at that. The thought of you using a dildo shaped like his dick? He nearly bursts in his pants at that.

“You uh- uh you what?” he stammers, a crimson red tinges his pale cheeks, blinking quickly at his goddess of a girlfriend who just so happens to be an actual witch and his dream come true? He really is so, so lucky.

“Yeah, I just- y’know did my magic thing” you say, a dramatic movement of your hands follow it “Do you know wanna see it?”

He blinks at you, slowly “Do I wanna- Do I- Fuck, witchy of course I wanna fucking see it” he mumbles, as you stand up, guiding him to your room.

You open the mahogany dresser in front of your bed, rummaging through piles of silk and wool, taking out what seems to be Eddie’s dick in crystal form. Veins and everything.

“Holy shit, witchy, you’re a fucking freak. Jesus Christ” he hisses, feeling his cock stir under his zipper, fighting the urge to toss you on the bed and use it on you.

“Have- have you used it yet?” he breathes, his hands finding purchase in his pockets, fighting himself from acting upon all the dirty thoughts he’s been currently having.

“Oh, I was waiting to use it with you” you say as you throw yourself onto the bed, blushing slightly at the darkened stare your boyfriend gives you, hair fanned out around your head and spreading you legs for him.

“Fuck, witchy, you can’t say shit like that” he rubs a hand over his eyes as he inches towards you. You blink up at him, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

His hands run up your legs, bunching your long skirt up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs.

“Are you gonna use it on me, Eddie?” you mumble against the skin of his cheek, breath already heaving at the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin, creeping up the inside of your thigh.

“Witchy, God, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you” he whispers as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, kissing your arm up to your wrist.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m the only one who can bring you to your knees, am I right?” he bites down on your neck and you let out a weak “yes” as you arch into him.

“You don’t have to be so strong and powerful all the time, huh? Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hands hooking on the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs.

You squirm under him, handing him the rose quartz.

“You get so fucking wet, witchy, and I barely did anything” he snickers, kneeling at the foot of the bed, nestling himself between your legs.

He probes your entrance with the crystal, as you whimper under him, with the cold surface coming into contact with the heat radiating in between your legs.

“Put it in, please” you whine, arching your hips into him.

“Such good manners, witchy” he smiles wickedly at you, letting the toy enter you. A loud moan you’ve been holding in your throat escapes you as he pumps the quartz in and out of you.

“Big stretch, baby, huh?” his cocky smirk is the only thing you can see in the dark room.

“Yes, so- so big” you pant out as he reaches a hand on your stomach to feel the quartz go in and out of you, slightly putting pressure there as he drives himself forward, tongue darting out to lick at our clit.

An animalistic noise falls out of you as you begin to grind yourself on him.

“You’re so dirty, witchy. Using your magic for something so, so, filthy? What would your coven say, hm?” he proceeds to give you another lick, making you jolt in pleasure.

“Would they say how much of a slut you are, my lovely witchy? Because no matter how much you try to hide it, you really are just a witchy slut” he drives the crystal in further, making you wail in pleasure.

“God, Eddie- fuck” you thrash on your mattress “right there, there there there” a chant falling out of your lips, his head between your thighs as he keeps on drawing moans and wails from you, it’s never felt this good before.

The coil feels weird in your tummy, like a pooling sensation that is making its way down, down, down. You fist and paw at your sheets and at Eddie’s hair as you search for purchase somewhere, anywhere.

His tongue keeps lapping at you, humming and slurping sounds filling the room as he keeps driving the crystal in.

“Ed-Ed I feel- mmm weird” you stutter, almost unable to get the sentence out along moans and whines.

“C’mon, witchy. You close?” he asks, placing a kiss on the seam of your thigh.

“huh ‘mclose” you mumble, as you let yourself be taken over by the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“You gonna cum f’me? Go on, baby, let go, I got you” he mumbles against the skin of your tummy as the coil in your tummy violently snaps, and your vision goes white. Eddie lets himself be soaked. Hair, face, arms, shirt, nothing is saved.

It takes you a couple minutes to come back to him, seeing white spots. You feel the wetness of the sheets under you and gasp.

“It’s alright, witchy, I gotcha. That was really hot, baby” he mumbles, scooping you in his arms, as you tremble from the aftershocks.

“I uh- I didn’t know I could do that” you mumble.

“Witchy, I think you’re magical” he whispers, putting his nose to yours, making you chuckle.

You try to stand up, but he won’t let you.

“No, witchy. Stay here, I’ll run you a milk bath and while you do that I’ll wash your sheets, sounds good?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose.

You just hum, as he lays you down and disappears into the bathroom.

Your body really does love him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x witchy!reader #the witchyverse #eddie x witchy #keeksgetsasks! #keekswrites #anon

[khaleesa]

141. “Tell me what you want.”

You have no idea how tempted I was to write a 90s AU for this one with Chrissy listening to the Spice Girls. I hope this is a better alternative! Unbetaed, so as to surprise you. 💗

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What a Girl Wants

"Okay, Cunningham," Eddie called from the hallway, "how do you wanna--?" 

The question died as he halted in his tracks just inside the open bedroom door. One hand fumbled for the door frame because he suddenly felt weak in the knees, like the muscles and tendons and bones and shit had turned to goo, unable to support his weight. He couldn't breathe, his heart slamming around too fast in his chest for his lungs to work. His face felt really hot, too. Jesus Christ, was he about to fucking swoon? 

Well I do declare, could somebody please pass the smelling salts? Because Chrissy Cunningham was in his bedroom, perched at the end of his bed, wearing a nightgown.

Nightshirt? It was more like a really huge blue t-shirt that fell to her knees. Each of the elbow length sleeves was encircled with broad white stripes--like a football jersey. (Unfortunately, Eddie knew more than he wanted to about football; Wayne didn't allow the TV to be set to anything else on Sunday afternoons, even though he mostly napped through games.) A big, white number 7 was screen printed across the front of Chrissy's nightshirt, between the two perky humps of her boobs. 

She, uh, wasn't wearing a bra. Eddie didn't need a high school diploma to know that. Those nips didn't lie. 

His face was so. hot. It was all he could do not to fan himself with his free hand. But that would freak her out, right? He dropped his gaze to her feet. The thick, slouchy tube socks made her strong, slender legs look even shaplier. Shit, this was not helping. 

"Eddie?" 

His eyes snapped back up to Chrissy's face. Her skin was pink and glowing from her shower, makeup scrubbed off, and her hair, still a little damp, fell over her shoulders in waves that glowed sunset gold in the lamplight. Holy hell, she was gorgeous. And alive. And staying with him. Because, apparently, she felt safer and happier in a dumpy Forest Hills trailer than in her parents' big swanky house in Loch Nora. 

Apparently, she liked him. 

Eddie swallowed and croaked, like he'd slipped back in time to puberty, "Uh, yeah, Chrissy?"

"What were you saying?"

What was he saying? Hell if he knew. He'd be lucky to remember his own goddamn name with those big blue-gray eyes of her gazing up at him from his bed. 

(Eddie. His name was Eddie. Short for Edward James Munson.)

And he also remembered what he'd come in here to say. 

"Oh. Yeah." He slapped the door frame and stepped fully into the bedroom. "I was just gonna ask about, you know, uh…" His hand went up to scrunch his hair in back. "...sleeping arrangements." 

Chrissy's eyes got even bigger. "Sleeping arrangements?" she squeaked. 

"Yeah, like…" Eddie jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I can take the couch." 

"I can take the couch!" Chrissy hopped to her feet, more eagerly than Eddie would've hoped for--but this was, after all, why he'd brought it up. 

Trying not to sound as crestfallen as he felt, he asked, "Uh, what kind of shitty host do you think I am, making a guest sleep on the couch?" 

Not that he hadn't made guests sleep on the couch--on the rare occasion he had them. But usually that was just the guys crashing after too many beers and too much weed. No one who required red carpet treatment.

"And what kind of crappy guest do you think I am, making the host give up his bed?" Chrissy retorted. "You're taller than me, Eddie, you'll get a sore neck if you sleep on the couch."

"The lady is as benevolent as she is beautiful, but I won't allow it." He went on, over Chrissy's protest, "Uncle Wayne gets home, at like, three a.m. You'd only get a couple hours' sleep." 

"Oh." Chrissy's brow furrowed, and her full lips pursed. Just when Eddie thought she was going to concede, she said, "But that means you won't get enough sleep, either."

"Well." He wracked his brain for an argument, but he had nothing. "That's true." 

For a moment they stared at each other, Chrissy's eyes wide and imploring, lips parted as if words were about to leap off her tongue, then she huffed out a sigh and glanced toward the closet door. 

"Do you have any extra blankets?" she asked. "I can make a little pallet on the floor here, and you can sleep on the bed."

"Or I can sleep on the floor, while you take the bed. 

Eddie pictured himself curled up against the end of the mattress--a loyal pooch at his mistress' feet. Or a guard dog. Yeah, that seemed about right. But Chrissy's face looked like she disagreed.

Now it was Eddie who sighed, holding out his hands, palms up.  "Please, Princess, I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Can you just let--Wait." He shook his head as his brain stumbled backward to the last thing she'd said, then blinked at her, comprehension dawning. "You mean you're cool with me sleeping in the same room as you?"

Was that a blush creeping across her cheeks as she nodded, not quite meeting his eye and catching her bottom lip between her teeth? (He wished those were his teeth sinking into that sweet, supple flesh.)

"I didn't think you wanted to sleep in the same room as me," Chrissy said, in the surprised hush that had gotten under his skin that day in the woods where all this began. "You were so insistent about the couch." 

Well who'd a thunk chivalry would bite Eddie in the ass? "I only meant I would if you wanted me to."

"I don't want you to."

"And you don't want to sleep on the couch." 

Chrissy looked down. Eddie could see the curl of her long golden lashes against the delicate, faintly purplish skin below her eyes. "Not really. No." 

"Do you want to sleep on the floor?" 

Chrissy's fingers picked at the fabric of her nightshirt. "Well…no."

"That's two votes in favor of Chrissy not sleeping on this cesspit of a floor." 

Her gaze darted up to his, before immediately dropping back to her hands. "I don't want you to either."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and Eddie once again felt hot and mushy, like he was boiling from the inside and would just melt at Chrissy's feet. But while he thought he might have an idea of what she was trying to say, it was just too absofuckinglutely bananas to believe. It was probably just what he hoped she was trying to say. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions and make this more awkward than it already was. 

Still, they were getting nowhere by beating around the bush. (He should not think about bushes.)

Eddie blurted out, "Well, where do you want me to sleep?"

Now there was no denying that Chrissy was blushing as she stared steadfastly down at her feet, which were curling into the carpet. 

"Chrissy. Tell me what you want." 

This time, when she raised her eyes to meet his, her gaze held. She rolled her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and said in the steady tone that had won her the position of Head Cheerleader--and that had told Vecna to go to hell, "I want you to sleep in the bed. With me. But…" Here, she faltered a little. "But only if…you want to sleep in the bed. With me." 

Eddie basically did swoon then, flopping backward onto the bed. Over Chrissy's laughter, he said, "Sweetheart! That's what I've wanted this whole freaking time! But I didn't, uh, want to make assumptions. I make a big enough ass of myself without their help." 

He reached out, and Chrissy placed her hand in his as she knelt beside him on the mattress. "I didn't want you to think I'm…I don't know…fast?" 

"Hmm…" Eddie rolled onto his side and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a smacking kiss to the back of it. "We've been hanging out for less than a week, and here you are asking me to sleep with you. There are those who might call that fast." 

Although Chrissy's cheeks flushed again, her grip tightened on his hand as she lowered herself onto her side facing him.

"Last week felt awfully long to me," she said.

Eddie scuffed his thumb across the ridges of her knuckles. "Yeah. It sure as fuck did." 

Yet it had brought them to now. He wasn't sure how much time passed with them lying hand-in-hand, face-to-face in his bed, but it was long enough that Chrissy started to yawn. Eddie leaned in to kiss her drooping eyelids. 

"I swear, I'll be a gentleman," he murmured, still conscious that there were still aspects of their sleeping arrangement that they hadn't worked out. Such as, what did she want him to wear to bed? And was she okay with cuddling? Big spoon or little spoon? "I don't expect you to…You know." 

It was Eddie who bit down on his lower lip. Chrissy tilted her head and pressed her lips to it. 

"What if I expect you to…You know?" she asked.

Eddie's heart was beating so hard he was pretty sure it had collapsed a lung. His head swam. This was like being high. Better. "You wouldn't happen to have any smelling salts on you, would you, Miss?" 

Chrissy giggled. 'What?"

"It's a good thing I'm already lying down, is all I'm saying." Eddie shifted on his pillow to meet her eye. "Just tell me what you want, Chrissy, and I'll do it. Anything."

"Right now," Chrissy said, pressing herself against his chest and tucking her head under his chin, "I want you to put your arms around me." 

So Eddie did. 

150 Random Writing Prompts

#hellcheer #hellcheer fic #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #hellcheersource #chrissy x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #my fic

[cool-cowboy]

Summary:

In which Leon, your long time partner, finds out your dirty little secret, said secret being you've got a thing for praise, which he uses to his advantage, teasing the hell out of you and somehow ending up overtop you in a stranger's bed. He's a little messy with it, not as smooth as he'd like you to believe, but indulges in your wants as well as he can. Older Leon, I think, he wouldn't be this brazen when he was younger probably. Enjoy!

Tags:

Praise kink, older man younger woman, teasing, light humiliation, embarrassment, oral sex, cum shot, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, face-sitting, missionary, unprotected sex

Blurb:

“Relax… You’re almost done… Doing so good, nearly finished…” He’s muttering, voice low and rough, breath fanning over my throat, my heart beat kicking up under his thumb, something I pray to every possible God he doesn’t notice. “You like that?”

Text:

“It’s fine, Leon, I can take care of it-”

“Just shut it and let me, you’re bleeding all over the place.” I sigh, dramatic, but he’s making too big a deal of it, making me nervous with his face this close to mine, his hands on one side of my neck and wiping antiseptic over the other, damn bow and arrow guy almost killed me. He keeps looking at me, has me sat on some weird ass box, some trunk in the only empty house he could find to drag me into, the freaks outside being of the more persistent type.

“Jesus christ that hurts-!” I lean my head back, nose crinkled in discomfort, one hand clenched into his jacket, nails tight over a muscular arm, not that it seems he’s ever noticed me drooling over them, probably never thought of me like that, considering I’m not quite as old as him. He does flirt, but that’s just him, I think, we’ve worked together a little while, but I still haven’t quite figured him out, he’s odd, protective but withdrawn, afraid to get close then have me die, I guess, not that he has much of a choice, considering we’ve spent majority of the past few months stuck together.

“Relax… You’re almost done… Doing so good, nearly finished…” He’s muttering, voice low and rough, breath fanning over my throat, my heart beat kicking up under his thumb, something I pray to every possible God he doesn’t notice. “You like that?” The gods hate me, I guess. He laughs, amused with his finding, to my embarrassment, my face burning when he forces my chin down, making me look at his smug face, all too pleased to have found a weakness, something he finds entirely too much joy in exploiting.

“Just- Hurry up, okay?” He hums, letting his gaze drift back down to his work, his expression still pleased, the thumb pressed to my pulse fanning up and down as he smears antibiotic over my wound, the action making me flinch, his hand holding me perfectly still.

“Sit still… I know you can take it… Just- I just gotta bandage you up and you’re finished.” The wording is… Questionable, and he knows it, peering up at me with a forced down smile, all too happy to tease me, his eyes taking a few seconds to drink in the red surely spread over my cheeks before he’s back to it, taping a little gauze square to the side of my throat. “There you go, good girl, not so bad, huh?” He taps the side of my knee, acting like he’s not ruining me on purpose, pretending this is how he’s always spoken to me, even if it is the opposite.

“Pretty bad, hurts like a bitch.” He musses my hair, something that seriously makes me want to wring his neck, the shit’s already hard enough to keep intact while we’re out, without him trying to ruin it.

“You’ll be fine, yeah? You’re stronger than that, now let’s go kill the bastard.” He collects his precious shotgun, tossing my handgun, giving that same, subdued smile when I catch it. “Nice catch, partner.” He walks off, leaving me to follow along, feeling feverish, not only at his praise, but at his teasing, his seeming interest.

“Okay, Leon, Don’t you think that’s enough?” He spins around, backing me into the wall, loving my nervousness, seeming giddy to have me lose my cool, not something he usually gets to witness, at least not of a nervous sort.

“Look at you… That look is… Wow.” He’s taking this too far, really, turning me into a mess with his sweet words, head tilted affectionately, a hand on the wall above my head, soft words contrasting his rough look, the combination undeniably sexy, even if I already found him attractive before he started indulging my secret fantasy.

“Leon, we have a-”

“Who knew? Actually, makes sense, sweet thing like you… Course you’d love this shit. You look good like this, blushin’ like that…” Okay, this is going too far, he’s being a little too obvious now, trying to give me a goddamn heart attack, looking so teasing, smirking and staring at me with the prettiest eyes I’ve probably ever seen.

“You- Can you- Just-God…” I push him, not that it does much, he waits for me to quit, just looks at me until I drop my hands, looking at him, halfway wishing that arrow would’ve killed me.

“Can I what? Stop? Y’know… I don’t think you want that…” He’s leaned closer, face only a few inches above mine, warm breath blown in my face, all of him warm, big, his words soft and sweet, the entirety of this making me near sickly with how embarrassed I am, that and how much I’m secretly enjoying the teasing, not so secret now, since he apparently is so in tune with what I want.

“What… You- What are you… Getting at?” He smiles, I guess glad I’m finally getting to the point, my entire back side pressed to the wall when he dips down, speaking close to my ear, his face out of view, hidden to the side of my face.

“What I’m getting at, pretty girl… Is that you seem pretty damn interested, and I won’t lie, you’re so damn cute I’ve barely kept myself tied up this long…” He pulls back, tilting his head at me, sucking his teeth, giving me a few seconds to process, not nearly long enough to mull over his confession, whether purely physical or not, I can’t complain, not when he’s so good with his words, so soft and kind, something a little less than gentlemanly. “So… Question is, can you keep a secret?” I’ve never seen him like this, usually he’s nothing near smooth, but I guess he has no reason to fumble over his words, with me all nervous there’s not really much for him to be afraid of.

“You mean- I don’t- here?” He hums, affirmative, not seeming to have any qualms about sex in a random dead person’s home, or sex against company policy, any kind of relationship among agents is not allowed, not that that’s stopped some others, none of us are really very keen on being faithful to the DSO, considering their questionable recruitment process.

“Why not? C’mon, I’ll take good care of you, swear it… Unless I uh… I’m… Making an ass of myself right now, misreading-”

“No! Uh- I mean… No. I just-”

“Don’t be scared of the damn agency. You’re a good agent, they won’t do shit.” I nod, agreeing, breathless already, excited to get what I’ve been wishing for for months, along with the added bonus of my want for praise being out in the open, something I’m sure he’ll indulge considering how he’s been using it against me. “Yeah? You want it, sweet girl? Go ahead, say it, you wanna let me show you something really worthy praise? Or… We can get going, forget all about this, I won’t even grill you about it…Probably.” No way I’m letting go of this opportunity, even if I am sick from nervousness, the blush probably spread down my neck, hands shaking as he looks at me, always patient.

“I… Let’s stay here…” His lips pull up, pleased, his lips dipping toward mine, slow, pausing half an inch away, my eyes flitting open to see him looking at me, smiling wide, happy with his trick.

“Look at you… Such a good girl… So ready for it, huh? Good… perfect…” He kisses me, bringing the hand not on the wall to hold onto my jaw, keeping me where he wants me, his strength a major turn on, scary in a way, even if I know he’d never hurt me. He’s softer than i expected, taking his time when we don’t have much, my attempt to speed things up earning me a squeeze of his hand, his lips trailing down, his breathing a little uneven. “God… Be good, sweetheart… Let me take my time… Girl as gorgeous as you… Deserves a lot more attention… Gonna get my lips on every inch of this perfect body… Make you feel so damn good you can’t take it…” He pulls my legs up over his hips, slow, his body pressing mine into the wall, hands under my thighs, supporting me, lips skimming their way back up my throat. “Think Hunnigan’ll wonder what we’re up to?” I frown, not liking that thought, gripping his hair when he pulls me away from the wall, lack of stability scaring me, only a little, his grip keeping me perfectly safe from falling carrying me over to the only bed, seeming clean enough, the comforter a creamy white, no blood, at least.

“I’ll uh- I’ll tell her we’re holed up for now…” He huffs a laugh, leaning over to lay me out, crawling his way over me, up on one hand, the other skimming across the waist of my pants toward my hip, his eyes on my face, watching my reaction, seeming pleased with my squirming, apparently a bigger fan of my characteristic impatience than he’d like to admit.

“Yeah? Gonna lie? How bad of you… Go ahead, I’ll feel free to… Entertain myself.” He leans down, settling on his elbow to bring his lips close to my neck, the heat of him trailing up, his hand sliding up the length of my side, big and warm through my shirt.

“Can you- Get away from my ear.” I push him, and he sighs, not happy to have whatever he was planning interrupted, pulling back and sitting himself up, one of his knees between mine, his eyes on me, watching as I lift my finger to my ear, his hands sliding down, easing my legs up over his hips, his knees to either side of my hips. “Roost? This is Condor one, were- Uh- We got into a bit of an… Issue-” He squeezes my thighs, drawing my eyes back to him when I let them wander, getting me to watch him slide them up, pausing at my hips to tease his thumbs under my shirt, my mouth gaping when Hunnigan tunes in, in utter disbelief he’s not even waiting until I finish to continue his teasing.

“Roost here, is everything alright?” He’s leaned down over me, kissing at my stomach, hands on my hip and beside the other, lips kissing over the sliver of skin exposed, across from my stomach to my hip, his hand pushing up on my shirt, eyes on me.

“Uh- Well we- We’re holed up for now, trying to… recoup.” He hums, agreeing, thankfully after I’ve taken my finger off the receiver, his lips trailing their way up the center of my stomach, shirt pushed up to just below my bra, hand trailed back down to grip my hip, my legs eased further and further bent the higher he moves, soft words spoken into my skin, muttered so low I don’t even think they’re meant for me.

“Roger that. Tune in when you’re on the move and I’ll give further direction. Roost out.” That’s the last of it, thank god, my heart is pounding, fear of being caught adding some sick edge to this he seems to enjoy, looking up at me as he kisses his way across my ribs, smiling, making little humming noises as he goes.

“God job, sweetheart, so good… Smooth, yeah?” I huff, though I’m not sure if he means it as a serious compliment or just another tease. “Well, now that that’s over with… Let me get a look at how pretty you are without all this, yeah?” He sits up, only a little, pulling up on my shirt and humming in approval when I lift up to let him get it off, his lips trailing further, up over the center of my bra and between my breast, his eyes staring up at me, propped on my elbows to watch him work. “That’s it… Good girl… Gonna have to reward you, huh? I’m a little… Out of practice, but don’t worry… I’ll show you what a girl like you deserves…” He’s headed further up, kissing along my collar bone, outside to inside, before trailing up the side of my neck, rasping against my throat between increasingly feverish kisses. “Drive you up the goddamn wall… Cause I wanna see… Just how pretty you get…” He pauses his kissing to speak against my ear, low and breathy, his quiet promise sending a shiver through me. “When you can’t take another fucking second.” He huffs, amused, pulling back to get a look at my expression before leaning down, pressing his lips to mine, slow, a low pleased noise vibrating into our kiss, his hand teasing at my bra, hand slotted just beneath, thumb fanning lightly between my breasts.

“Le- Can I..?” I push at him, gentle,and he indulges me, flopping over beside me on his back, giving me the freedom to do as I please, straddle him, run my hands over the front of his shirt, my eyes on the movement, his on me.

“God… Glad I listened… Shit, you look damn good sat up over me… Could stare at you all day…” I smile, can’t help it, he’s being so sweet, never usually so talkative, or nice, mostly neutral, but I guess it was a ruse, because now he’s fawning, dick already hard beneath me, staring up at me with big hands splayed over my hips.

“Leon?” He hums, and I lean over him, hands on his chest, muscle soft beneath my hands. “What is this?” He looks confused, only for a moment, then pensive, mulling it over, my request for some form of label, how into this I’m allowed to be.

“I’m- It’s not- I don’t want it to be just this time… If that’s what you mean. You’re… Probably the only person I’d do this with… only one I got time for. I’m not- I don’t wanna use you, I like you I just-”

“Can’t.” We don’t have time to be in love, or the life security, relationships aren’t really in the cards, other than mindless flings, not that that’s really what this is, it’s something else entirely, not that either of us would say that, it’s not real if it stays buried, after all, won’t hurt as bad when one of us ends up dead. “Okay- Sorry, I just-”

“Yeah, I know. Me too.” I nod, swallowing down whatever feelings are making me feel sick and kissing him, a hand to the side of his face, the other pressed to the mattress, both of his sliding from my hips to my ribs. “You’re so warm… Feels so damn good…” He’s never going to shut up, apparently, keeps mumbling between kisses, my nails raking down his stomach drawing a low pleased noise out of him, my fingers easing their way up under the hem earning me his hands squeezing my ass, not rough, just enough to show he’s still the boss, authoritative. “You’re sure… Taking your time… Be a… Good girl and… Get those hands… moving…” I don’t really like being told what to do, or maybe I do, either way I listen, slide my hand up under his shirt, sighing contentedly at the feel of his abs, letting my lips trail down from his, down over his jaw, which I nose at to get him to tilt his head back, lips trailing along the underside then down the right side of his throat, his hands moving me against him, grinding me into him, his voice going a little breathier. “Holy shit… Doing so good… You look so fuckin’ good all over me…” I hum, pleased with his honesty, his words giving me little hints on how to please him. I push his shirt up, giving myself access to his abs, leaving it pooled there as I kiss my way over his shirt, down to the skin I unclothed, the movement forcing him to release my hips, one hand laid on the bed, the other collecting my hair to keep it out of the way, whether for my sake or his viewing pleasure I’m not sure, but I don’t mind, just continue on down, settling myself on my stomach between his legs, hand teasing at his belt, face an inch away from the obvious bulge in his pants. “Shit, go ahead, let me see how pretty you are with my dick down your throat.” I smile, only a little, resting my head on his thigh and looking at him, aware by now that eye contact is something he enjoys, my hand sliding down to run over his erection, his lips parting at the light touch, missing the friction of my hips against him. “C’mon, hurry up so I can have my turn, yeah? Wanna get you off over and over again, get you sobbing for it, get you to make some sweet sounds for me. You want that? Then you better hurry up, there you go, so good, listening so well…” His impatience is rubbing off on me I guess, his belt’s off in a second, pants pulled down and off with only a little assistance, my hand returning to its place, palming at him through his boxers, offering a few seconds of relief and eye contact before I get rid of them as well, settling myself back down and having a look at what I’m working with.

“Jesus christ.” I shouldn’t have expected anything less, of course I didn’t expect it to be small, but this is way toward the larger side, bigger than my face when I grip it to hold it upright, letting my face rest on his thigh as I run my hand over him, pausing at the tip to smear some pre down, his eyes shut, head tilted back, mouth gaping. “Feels good?” I’m teasing, trying to regain some of the power he seems to think he has all of, get myself out of this little submissive hole I’ve dug myself into, that is until he opens his eyes, looking down at me in his pleased way, making me feel small, obedient, even if that is weird.

“So good, baby… Can you use your mouth? Wanna be a good girl and suck my dick?” I don’t say anything, already well aware I don’t have it in me to refuse when he’s being so sweet, speaking so softly, holding my hair back for me as I sink down, taking half before I gag, pulling back up with wet eyes and taking a little less, looking at him, face and lips flushed, eyes low, enjoying himself for probably the first time I’ve ever seen. “That’s it… Feels so good… You’re so hot… Doing so good…” I moan an approval against him, enjoying his praise maybe a little too much, trying my best to please him, bobbing up and down and gagging myself on him, staring at him, tears near overflowing with how rough I’m being on myself. “God- You’re real-ah- real good at that, sweetheart. Look so- so good gagged on my dick- so-fuck- pretty…” I’m giving him a hard time, a hand gripped to his thigh for stability, nails digging in earning me a low groan, the sound sending a pleasured shiver through me, happy to please. He’s moving, just barely, I’m not even sure if he notices, his eyes closed, head tilted back as he thrusts up into my mouth, holding tight to my hair, his noises a little less clipped, wanton. “Shit, gonna-hah- cum if you keep that up. You-Nnh- you want that? Yeah? Want my-ah- my- want me to cum down your perfect-oh shit- Fuck, sweetheart- you- you- Doing so good-hah- so good.” He’s got a hand over his mouth, muffling now that he’s getting a little loud, keeping himself quiet as I choke on him, letting him press deeper, feeling a little fuzzy from lack of oxygen as I work over him, letting out a surprised noise when he presses a knee to the crotch of my pants, grinding it into me, head tilted back down to watch some more. “Hey-shit- Want you to- to uh- God, take what you want, want you to-ah- feel good too. C’mon-shit, that’s it, there-ah- there- fuckin’ shit… Gonna cum sweetheart, you’re doing such a good-ah- a good job- Just-shit- A little-Nnh- more and- fuck- take it- take it for me, yeah, shit, shit-” He holds me down, pulling me off him when I make a frankly disturbing sputtering noise, his hand smoothing at my hair even as his eyes are squeezed shut, his back arched up off the bed as he makes a mess, my head held back by my hair as he empties all over his own stomach.

“I was fine.” He opens his eyes up, still low, his lips parted as he looks at me, smoothing the hair he was pulling on, soothing my scalp, his free hand pulling his shirt a little higher to keep it out of his mess. “Great view though.” He laughs, releasing me, staying laid back on the mattress, just looking at me, seeming dazed, coming down from his orgasm.

“Yeah? I bet mine was better… Now I’m feeling a little impatient to return the favor… But I’m a little… Can you grab somethin’ to clean this off?” I nod, sliding off the bed to have a look around, grabbing some random cloth sitting around and bringing it back to him, batting his hands away when he sits up to take it from me, wiping away the mess as he works on my pants, getting me under him the second I toss the cloth to the side, kissing at my chest, a hand pressing it’s way beneath me to unhook my bra and pulling it down my arms when he’s done, his mouth closing over a nipple, sucking and groaning, his hands back down on my pants, easing them down over my hips then pausing, working his mouth over to the opposite side, licking then closing his mouth over my other nipple, thumb pressed to my clit over my panties in the meantime, rubbing up and down, offering a little relief, my hands in his hair egging him on, sucking a little harder and drawing a low groan out of me.

“Leon, c’mon, hurry up.” He pops his lips off my skin, giving me a joking scolding look before trailing his lips down, along the center of my stomach until he’s kissing my clit, sucking on it through my panties, his hands working on my pants before he tosses them away, settling himself between my thighs, shoulders beneath, head trapped between, lips against me, sucking, eyes low and staring.

“God you’re pretty… I’m so damn lucky… Took my dick so well I’ve gotta give you a reward… Let’s get these off, yeah?” He pulls, sitting halfway up to get them off, giving them a longing look before adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. “Fuck, haven’t been this glad to do anything in… I’ve got no idea…” He presses one of my legs up, giving me a look and letting go with my thigh to the outside of my ribs, expecting me to leave it there, and I do, just watch him slide his hand down, his expression entirely pleased, gooey with pleasure. “So good… You listen so well, sweetheart… Gonna make you feel good… Want you makin’ a mess all over me…” He presses his thumb into my slick, trailing it up and rubbing at my clit, not all that fast, just rubbing up and down and watching me, his cheek pressed to my thigh, his expression hazy, lustful and nearly affectionate. “You’re doin’ so good, but I need you to let me take care of you, give you what you need… I know you can take it, you just gotta let me give it to you…” He’s moved onto circles, adding a little pressure and a little more wetness, working me up quickly, his free hand gripped to the front of my thigh, holding me still, my eyes gone closed, hands dug into his hair and the side of his forearm, legs beginning to shake spurring him on, his tone a little less lax, excited at the thought of getting me off. “Yes, fuck, so pretty, this is so hot, you’re so good, shaking like that, c’mon, you’re so close, want you to cum for me, make a mess, let me show you… There it is, there you go, pretty girl, just let go, you sound so pretty-shit- yes, yes-” He holds me still, only thing I can do it press back into the mattress and yank at his hair, not that he minds, just mutters his way through it, working me back down until I slump, feeling fuzzy and spent, still a little out of it when he flips us over, sitting me up over his face and pressing me down, making a displeased noise when I try to escape his tongue lapping at my oversensitive clit.

“Le- Wait-! I need a break-”

“No you don’t. C’mon, you can take it, I’ll make you feel good, just be a good girl and sit this pretty pussy on my face.” I do, not all that sure, feeling a little overwhelmed as he licks at me, legs shaking with overstimulation making him groan, way too eager to send me toward another high, working his tongue against me and holding me down over him with hands on my waist, keeping me from running from the pleasure even when it becomes near painful. “Fuck, taste so damn good, could eat you out all goddamn day… Why don’t you help me, ride my fuckin’ face-shit-!” He seems near frantic at the idea, going back to work as soon as he’s done speaking and groaning into me when he slides a hand down to my ass, gripping and pushing, urging me to grind, and I do, the friction making me moan, low and strained, my body leaned back on a hand, planted on his thigh, for stability. “Nnh- G’nna c’m g’n?” He speaks against me, not that I’m really listening, my body tight with another orgasm, so close, my nails digging into the skin of his thigh making him moan, muffled, hurried words spoken against me between movement of his tongue. “F’ck-Y’h, so h’t-G’d girl- C’m f’r me, y’h, f’ck y’s-” I give into it, let it wash over me, a hazy, warm pleasure, my body twitching an an honestly embarrassing manner, head leaned back and hips working against his face as I come down, breathing heavy, groaning when he doesn’t stop, sucks at my clit a little longer than what's comfortable, my low groan getting him to stop, letting me lift my hips off him before he’s over me again, kissing up from my hip, all the way to my lips, smearing spit and slick all over me in his haste, his breathing heavy, excited, his kisses quick and deep. “Did so good… Fuckin’ soaked me… Good fuckin’ girl… You want more? Or ‘re you done?” I wrap my legs around him, hoping it’s a good enough answer, considering he’s not giving me a second between kisses, messy and frantic, all of him all over me, both of us sweaty and covered in mess. “Yeah..? Gonna let me make you cum again..? Wanna see your face when I get you cumming on my dick… Gonna fuck you so damn good you never think about anyone else.” He reaches between us, lining himself up and pressing, the stretch a little uncomfortable, dick a little too big to fit, presssure on my cerivx making me squirm, his words rushed, worried. “Fuck, I’m hurting you? God, I’ll uh, we can-”

“It’s fine- Just- I’ll get used to it, yeah?” He doesn’t look pleased, but nods, pulling out and pressing one of my legs to the outside of my ribs, his other hand rested beside me to hold him up, eyes cast down as he sink back in, the girth already a little more comfortable, his thrust shallower, thankfully, His mouth open, chest heaving as he moves, keeping it slow, unnecessary. “You can- You don’t have to be so careful.” He groans, speeding up a little, pressure on my cervix a dull kind of pain, not exactly bad, unfamiliar.

“God-So fuckin’ tight- Fuck, am I hurting you? Am I? Okay, shit, gotta tell me, sweetheart, tell me if it’s-ah- too much, okay?” I agree, and he continues, sliding his hand around my thigh to instead grip my hip, pulling me to meet his trhusts, looking me in the eyes. “Holy shit you’re pretty- You feel better than-hah- than anything I’ve- Shit, let me-” He releases his grip to rub at my clit, making me squirm, the pleasure too much, more than my body’s used to, making me shake and move, but he keeps me still, stares into my face as I tilt my head back in search of escape, eyes closed and teeth gritted. “Yeah? Fuck- Can’t stop looking at you, you’re-Ah- Gorgeous, so damn pretty I can’t- I can’t fucking take it- Lookin’ at me like that- such a good girl, take my dick so- so well.” I’m nearly there, worked up so fast I’m nearly curled into a ball, tight with the anticipation of it, and so is he, except he looks distraught, mouth gaping, brows drawn low and together, his thumb rubbing at my clit feeling raw, my body shaking so bad I’d be embarrassed if I had it in me to be. “Want you to cum-ah- one more time. Just- Just wanna feel you squeeze my dick before I have to pull out of this perfect fucking pussy. ‘d spend all day buried inside if I could, fuck-! You’re cumming? Yeah you are, pretty girl, there you go, doing so damn good, shit, oh fuck-!” He pulls out, leaving me to clench around nothing and kiss him back as he cums all over my lower stomach, moaning into my mouth and working me down with his thumb, pulling it away the second before it becomes too much, knowing just when I’m spent, his lips parting from mine so he can rest his forehead to my forehead, both of us sweaty, panting, coming down from probably the most rewarding love-making I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying. “Home this guy wasn’t planning on coming home anytime soon…” I huff, pushing him up to seated and following, having a look at the mess all over me before meeting his eyes, his eyes staring dazedly at me, well my stomach, sticky with his release.

“You wanna get something-”

“Shit, yeah, yes-”

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #re smut #smut #idiots in love #leon kennedy x y/n #older leon kennedy #praise k!nk

[silvergeek]

I had no idea that Tolkien fans were so nasty and racist.

Any time I try to look up any information about Rings of Power, comment sections are overwhelmed by racist freaks. I swear to fucking god, these people don't have anything worse going on in their lives other than a film studio hiring a Puerto Rican to portray an elf or a black English woman to play a dwarf. (Even Isildur is too ethnic for some of these fans. Like jfc, so sorry he's not a WASP.)

What blows my mind is the sheer number of complaints, just about each one of them starting with, "I'm not racist but..." and ending with this rant insisting that Tolkien wanted all of his fictional little magic characters to be white. (Ok. Fair enough. He probably DID envision them all as white. He's a dead guy who was born in the fucking 1800's.)

Lol. "I'm not racist but I can't stop obsessing over the hobbits' skin color!" Jesus christ.

1. I'm currently re-reading the Silmarillion and nowhere does it explicitly state that everyone must be Caucasian.

2. There are numerous citations about some people actually having darker skin (e.g. harfoots).

3. The people who are screaming, "But this is OUR contemporary European mythology! Stop shoehorning black people into it!" Newsflash: there are black Europeans, assholes. Born and raised in your fucking countries. They know no other culture aside from --whichever country they gotta put up with your shit in. (Yes, my grammar sucks. Fuck off.) Why the hell do you act like these people do not exist?

I can't say the USA is any better with these attitudes, but I thank the fucking stars for having visibly outspoken, politically active African American women to keep our bullshit in line.

Imagine being a woman or a POC (or both) and anytime you apply for a job, audition for a role, or enter into any sort of competition and actually win based on your talents/skills, just around the corner there's a legion of assholes screaming that you were only picked because of tokenism. Imagine going through life being told over and over that your effort means nothing and that anytime you succeed at any given thing, you're just being pandered to. And imagine that the people saying this shit to you are pretending to be on YOUR side. And imagine, just for a moment, that these same people happily watch white guy after white guy walk into success and never ever question if whether or not their white guy peers are playing favorites -- because surely those people are impartial in all of their decision making. (Did they pick a white guy? It's an impartial choice! Did they pick a black lady? WOKE BULLSHIT PANDERING::blood erupts from esophagus::)

Imagine all of that, then go take a nice big shit in your garage.

Also, this uruk hai is totally gonna eat this little boy. Off topic, really. The pic is just there to get your attention.

Between the nasty backlash of Sandman and Rings of Power, complete with death threats and everything, I have to say this takes me back to the uprising of Gamergate.

They performed all of these same hate rituals, but aimed squarely at women in gaming. Zoey Quinn caught the brunt of it -- people even figured out her father's home phone number and made threatening calls to him.

I remember Anita Sarkeesian would have to cancel expos due to bomb threats.

These are typically the actions of some subhuman demographic, mostly male, aged 20's to 50's, typically white (not always) and either straight or profoundly closeted. Politically... they tend to think of themselves as freedom lovers, but at the root of their ideologies, you'll find stagnant traditionalism dancing in rhythm with contemporary neo-conservatism. Freedom for them, not for anyone else.

These are the people who don't want women to design video games, they don't want black/hispanic/Indian folks in their TV shows except as forgettable side characters, and they don't want the gays. Never ever with the gays. (And anything beyond "gay" doesn't exist in their minds. It's made up.)

I remember all this back in 2014. They review bombed games, in fact. They were a bunch of keyboard warriors for the most part. They eventually lost, because now we have a more diverse gaming industry. Most of them can only find their male gaze fixations with the big-tittied anime girls in obscure JRPG's pumped out by Japan, China, and Korea -- at best.

They're just scum. They really are. And they hate change. And they're cowards.

#rings of power #lord of the rings #lotr fandom #lotr #rop #the hobbit #neil gaiman sandman #sandman #neil gaiman #black feminism #african american #feminism #feminist #blm blacklivesmatter #hispanic #india #bipoc #women #video games #gamergate #gaming

[cumscrotesailboat]

I finished Citrus, the "infamous" GL that i keep hearing about and as far as i've seen, its only the anime thats insanely weird. The manga is super different from the anime adaptation. There's a lot to critique with this series BUT the argument i hear saying that it caters primarily to men is not quite accurate. It was made by a sapphic woman, of which the story was inspired by a real experience she had, published by a company that caters to QUEER women. It certainly wasn't made with men in mind.

(Also, spoiler at the bottom if you have plans on reading it)

With that out of the way, the "incest" subplot of the series felt like it had little significance to the narrative of the story. The only time it was being mentioned was the Blonde MC's inner dialogue about how she can't possibly be with the Black haired MC because they're sister and that's it. At the end, their parents agreed to not get married so the two can legally be married. There was no push back on the parents or anyone they knew, it was just there. I can't tell what the author's purpose with it is. In another wlw series i read, the incest subplot was there to shut down the argument "If same-sex love is ok, then that should mean incest love is ok too bcs it doesnt affect anyone right?", but in here I can't be sure if its for drama or if its for the "spicy forbidden love awoogawooga" japanese anime fans seem to love. Personally, i think its the former. It's drama but very weak drama. I don't wanna write off the latter that fast either. Sapphic women can get weird with incest fantasies too. I personally am not into it bcs its incest, crazy take i know, but sure ig? This one I don't really care since it had such little effect on the narrative that you can just ignore it or even delude yourself with thinking it wasn't there at all and your understanding of the series would still be fine.

For the sexual assaults in the early chapters. I dont fucking know man, why did she do that? I mean, we know why, she was trying to push the Blonde MC away as seen in the letter but uhh.. 🤷🤷🤷? Sexual misconducts, harrassment, and assault just makes me feel uncomfortable so this is the one I dont like with the series at all. To give meaning to it (just bcs i dont wanna gloss over it that fast), the black haired MC did that as an impulsive act of selfishness, isolation, and fear of companionship. Early chapters has her shown as shackled by her family's legacy so she was cold and also fucked up.

Another thing are the supporting characters, there's this middle schooler that just fucking REEKS of trauma and the series just doesn't address that. It's so funny bcs you are 13 girl, don't talk as if you're in that grown up world you keep talking about. They're all great tho, even if they felt flat. One thing i keep noticing with nowadays consumption of literary is that every character has to be well-rounded, no it doesn't! its fine if the main cast are the only rounded ones! but yeah, that middle schooler has to be stopped. Please author, what the fuck is wrong with that kid😭☠️

Overall, its really not as bad as its reputation precedes it to be. Its weird yeah but not as weird as the majority of people say it to be. Its fluffy and drama and it definitely wasn't made for men. It's really whatever and only got its reputation bcs of that weird ass anime adaptation thats trying to cater to those freak ass "otakus". Saying that word makes me feel disgusted, jesus christ. I have mixed feelings if its a series I'd recommend bcs there are other series that are better but what i'm sure is its an okay read. I'm big to romance and drama and this series has that. It didn't make me cry but it made me feel tense and sad for the characters, and in my book thats a successful attempt at those genre.

My only gripe with it really is the unnecessary incest and SA, thats why its getting a low score for me. Everything else was fine

anw balls

#citrus #girls love #manga romance #romance manga #girlslovinggirls #gay manga #romance #shoujo anime #lgbtq #lgbtq books #yuri anime #yuri manga #yuri #yuri art #anime

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Can we get the Star Seven's favorite TV shows or Movies if you haven't yet? <3

AYYYY that’s what’s up!!! I did OrangeJuiceVerse Stan and Kyle’s favorite media here (shoutout to the wife for askin) but here’s the rest of the seven!

KENNY!!! Ok I cannot stress enough how much of a Muppets enthusiast this man is. Kenny absolutely wanted to work for Jim Henson Creature Shop at some point (same) and he fucking LOVES anything remotely related!!! He’s also a big horror fan due to the fact that he’s seen a lot of gnarly shit in his (consistently interrupted by deaths) life, and OH. MY. GOD. he fucking loves Troma Entertainment. Lloyd Kaufman and his gross ass vulgar comedy is Kenny’s lifeblood. He introduced the m5 to Toxic Avenger and Shakespeare’s Shitstorm (idk if that one’s actually out yet my partner’s just friends with Lloyd so we got an early copy) and literally every single one of his movies are so gross but Kenny very much enjoys them, out here casually enjoying the Tromaville High trilogy without flinching once. And he LOVES watching buddy comedies with Stan!!! The two of them will be up to all hours just watching Superbad and Clerks and any movie where two guys are in silly situations smh. And this guy ADORES the marvel netflix shows, especially Daredevil omg and he went feral for The Punisher. Kenny has also seen every Barbie movie ever

Tweek! He is a CHRONIC rewatcher!!! He’s seen Sherlock more times than he can count. Any show that’s formulaic, he likes it bc it isn’t unpredictable, so think kids shows. BUT!!! He also very much enjoys the most obscure gory art pieces, loves early film like A Trip To The Moon and Stagecoach, and adores Buster Keaton. At some point Stan got him into Supernatural and Tweek was TERRIFIED at points, but he loves the lore and the attention to detail. And he laughs his ASS OFF at Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia but it stresses him out lmao

Craig watched The Orville and absolutely lost his mind getting obsessed with it, he may be an astronomy professor and generally into space, but he can take or leave Star Wars. And Star Trek. His biggest guilty pleasure with movies that only Tweek knows about? This stoic mf fucking LOVES musicals. Like if Stan knew, OH BOY he’d be over at apt 2 constantly hanging out just because Craig is watching The Greatest Showman. Craig doesn’t discriminate against objectively bad cgi either, so he genuinely enjoyed the 2019 Cats and rewatches it frequently. He loves Seven Brides For Seven Brothers and introduced it to the rest of the star sev (Cartman loved it, Kyle was repulsed by “Bless Your Beautiful Hide”). One of his favorite shows is How It’s Made lmfao and he ADORES Mythbusters.

Marj omg she’s such a romantic, movies based on Jane Austen novels? She’s there. Bridgerton? Yep. But ALSO!!! Any movie that’s very race against time or like a movie where someone is falsely accused of a crime, she’s watchin it, and DUDE she LOVES CARTOONS!!! Her parents only ever let her watch pbs kids and she was SUCH an Arthur Girlie!!! Omg Fetch was a fave too!!! Also shes showed the group some DARK movies, like it was her turn to pick on movie night in the Survivor House and she put on The Black Phone and everyone was like JESUS CHRIST MARJ WHAT bc they were expecting her to pick Fern Gully or something again but nope she was like “fellas it’s really cerebral and dynamic” and literally Stan got so freaked he had to leave the room

Cartman is a HUGE reality show guy!!! He and Marj are sittin there watching the bachelor with popcorn and a love of drama!!! LITERALLY he lives for the arguments in Dance Moms and the pettiness like “oh you guys Jill bought a bench for Abby this is about to be freakin sweet” lmfao messy king. He’s definitely more of a show guy than a movie guy, but as long as there’s significant arguments he’s clocked in! Also when he was watching Hannibal 24/7 Kyle was VERY concerned lmao. Cartman’s favorite movie is ‘Alive’ (I think that’s what it’s called?) JUST because it scared kenny so bad when the characters had to eat each other. His favorite show is Lost and he was out here chomping his popcorn and that scene in the episode where Kate has her shirt off bc they ran into a swarm of bees and Charlie goes “I think it was full of C’s” and Cartman is like “hell no those are A cups at best” (this is a very specific hc I’m sorry) but lmfaoooo Cartman absolutely sends me into orbit bc he absolutely doesn’t shut up when he’s watching ANYTHING!!! His favorite musical is Phantom of The Opera.

There ya go my dude! Thank you again for asking I LOVE getting asks especially abt OJV and I deadass had so much fun thinking on this!

#asks #thank you so much #I LOVE ASKS #OrangeJuiceVerse #south park #the Star Seven I love them #headcanon #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #tweek tweak #craig tucker #marjorine stotch #eric cartman

[silver-wield]

So what was exactly the point making Aerith and Tifa look like they're best friends if in another moment she's trying to get it with Cloud KNOWING FULLY WELL what he feels for Tifa and what Tifa feels for him? Is this some kind of watery try to paint OG Aerith in a better light? Not really working for me. I don't care even if she's grieving...she's still a grown woman.

Making her to be a red herring and the whole ltd with it's vagueness is the most exhausting thing in the entire series by this point. The girls need NO equality with Cloud. Cloud is not "Aerith's too". I hope SE makes it up to the fans this whole mess BIG TIME by the end of the trilogy..since it pisses me off and doesn't look good at all in what light Tifa and Zack are painted too. Especially Tifa. Like she's some kind of punching bag and a doormat who just takes whatever is thrown in her way and forgives like she doesn't have any other options because "she was written to be with Cloud". Otherwise this whole mess looks worse than the worst soap opera with it's misogyny, sexism and bitchy "friends". If Cloud and Tifa aren't marked as lovers by the end...I most probably wash my hands off of the whole compilation.

Give Tifa some freaking dignity...jesus fucking christ.

It's on brand for Aerith though. She's always been a two faced selfish bitch. She literally throws a tantrum because her birthday party gets cancelled when a friend of Elmyra's has a heart attack. She bitches when a picnic is cancelled because a kid goes missing, and when she finds the kid, she doesn't take him home straight away because she wants to be out exploring the sector for longer. She bitches at Zack because she wants more than one flower cart and even he says she's being too picky.

Aerith is a spoiled, selfish, privileged two faced bitch who thinks she can have whatever she wants and never listens to or respects anybody else unless it benefits her. She's all about her own self interests, which is why she's a match for Sephiroth, who is also arrogant and self interested.

I think people forget that a foil isn't just someone who acts as the opposite for another character. They also compliment them. They are a comparative to each other. They can have traits or experiences in common. People just ignore and excuse her because "uwu so cuuuuuuuute!!!!" Or "awwww she so saaaad about Zack we have to understand why she's trying to sit on Cloud's dick and forgive her for it because she just misses her real boyfriend!!!!"

If some bitch tried to get on my bf and said she did it because she misses her ex I'd fucking slap her. People need to take off those stupid rose tinted specs and accept Aerith has some fucking rancid character traits.

#ship war #for the fandom

[mrs-monaghan]

And here we go with lets send love to Tae on weverse and protect him. FROM WHAT? He is doing a normal fucking thing, which is dating. Jesus christ you people are insane. No wonder he hates y'all. He doesn't even come talk to Army any more cause the way y'all treat him and the people he loves, including Jimin and Jennie. He will namedrop JK to give you freaks what he knows you want and then he dips. When was the last time he came live and spent time with Army, without mentioning JK or stayed more then 5 minutes? He didn't even show up on his bday. JM had to basically lure him on and he posted with 1 minute left and dipped out. Tae has lost so much respect for his fans and it shows. I wouldn't come visit you nasty haters either. Saying his legs were nasty, his body was lanky, his nose was too big to dmiss the hacker pics. Said Jennie was a slut and skank and said Jimin a queer man is a SX assaulter ruining Tae's life. Tae said fuck y'all and here y'all are coddling him again. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't return to BTS.

Protect V from Jennie's vagina

#ask shaz #bts ask #taennie is real #taennie

[maoam]

I would like to get something off my chest and you seem like one of the only mature people out of this fandom that can handle hearing it. I love sns to death, they’re my favorite ship and most likely always will be. But Jesus Christ, this debate with “top” and “bottom” is getting on my nerves. Like why the heck does it even matter??? I just don’t get it at all??? Why do people care about their sex life so much??? It’s so ooc, it’s disgusting. I’d say the people that are SUPER deep into that stuff are no better then the crazed sasuaku fans who only care about the sex as well. Like Christ people, they don’t freak each other in every alley way, every parking-lot, every doorway, every public restroom, or every crack on the sidewalk. I can’t go anywhere without being hit with Sasuke getting his back end tore out, or Naruto getting his back end ripped out like PLEASE give me a break. I would love to see a normal picture of them, on the beach, eating freaking ice cream, playing chess, maybe a light kiss, THATS ALL IM ASKING FOR. I’m so sick and tired of the dumb debates— “Omg, Sasukes such a twink!!!” Or same vice versa. It’s just all mind boggling and annoying.

Like please. Grow up. Sex is not the only thing in this world. It is so ooc and gross to fetishize them. It’s not them, they probably don’t even give a flying crap tard about sex in canon. Maybe once or twice a month, but even that’s a lot for that. Like please, appreciate them for what they are. Go find other characters that can actually match your fantasies. But then again, I’m just overacting, venting, I apologize. It isn’t anything I should get worked up about, it’s not even that serious. I’m sorry you had to see this, but please, share your thoughts.

Top/Bottom fixation exists most of the time because shippers are mostly women and they project heterosexual dynamic into a gay couple. It used to be Seme/Uke, now it's Top/Bottom but it's basically the same thing most of the time.

This wouldn't even be that bad if people didn't change characters personalities based on who they see as Top and who they see as Bottom. Which is why the IG baddie infantilized Naruto in fandom content exists. It's not about him being bottom, it's him being completely ooc. Kishimoto's Naruto is not like that. At all. Actually pretty much the opposite, rough around the edges, punkish, messy, rude, not girly by any chance. Yet people go to ridiculous lengths to "prove" Naruto is actually girly and feminine, even to say he created oiroke no jutsu as a kid because he wanted men (reminder, all the men he used the jutsu towards were his mentors, including his father figures lol) to desire him. They try to insist Naruto and Sasuke are actually two moons and not sun and moon because the idea of Naruto being a sun/yang (which is the masculine side) bothers them. They use some crack filler as proof Naruto would love to wear makeup and be Sasuke's thot girlfriend or whatever. All this mental gymnastics because they don't like how Kishimoto wrote Naruto. And it does happen to a lesser extent with Sasuke too. He's not frail either. Also a lot of shippers just slap the same dynamic and characterizations onto every m/m ship they like. It’s boring and doesn’t do justice to the characters.

I’m also tired of the constant jokes about Naruto’s hole and the constant obsession on the possible size of Sasuke’s dick. These women are straight (or maybe bi) and don’t even get that big dick doesn’t have the same advantage in gay sex as in hetero sex because surprise surprise butthole doesn’t work like a vagina, it is not as flexible. But like I said they operate from the perspective of a het relationship, because that’s what they relate to.

#anon #sns #narusasu #sasunaru

[leporellian]

thoughts on broadway and/or the tonys and/or musical theater in general

fuck i never did get around to this LOL here we go

broadway... compels me in some weird way. like for every single complaint musical theatre fans lob at opera- 'it's too much about spectacle!' 'it's too elitist!' 'it's funded by rich people!' (which that last point in and of itself is. Have you ever been to europe. but the way in which opera criticism is uniquely USAcentric is a convo for another time) are all... like... right there in musical theatre on broadway.

arguably those are even more of a problem over in musicals. musicals have Brand Identity. when you think of wicked, every wicked production is specifically built to look the same, with no real difference in direction or performance besides individual casting. (and also that infernal dragon, for some reason, that they never even really actually use except for like one moment where it wiggles around a bit. a lot of my memory of seeing wicked in 9th grade is just remembering how absolutely disappointed i was that they had a big dragon animatronic and they never used it in a satisfying way! like, what the fuck! anyway, again, tangent.) even if there isn't a cohesive brand there's the matter of rights settlements, and certain creative restrictions, and on top of that there's the fact that it is incredibly hard to go watch broadway musicals if you don't have transportation and monetary access to them. (and don't get me started on whatever the fuck "bootleg trading" is. like man they're even inventing capitalism in new places. hello.)

opera meanwhile is the wild fucking west. most of the standard rep works are in the public domain. there's only 1 standard rep opera i can think of off the top of my head that has any creative restrictions in the performance license contract, and given the one creative restriction with that one is "please have black people play the black characters and don't do blackface you freaks jesus christ" i'm totally down w/ it. if you want to go watch opera, there's thousands of recordings on youtube and on specialty sites like operaonvideo.com that just act as a huge performance archive. opera is genuinely one of the most accessible art forms there is with the advent of the internet.

(man remember when hamilton had basically a free raffle for 10 dollar tickets every week or whatever that was? meanwhile the opera company in my college city literally just sells 11 dollar tickets to students and every time you buy one from them it acts like it now has a blood debt to you. crazy.)

broadway is like genuinely so capitalistic it baffles me, godbless. and i do WANT to understand musical theatre better but a lot of the time it just sort of whizzes past my head and i have no idea what to make of it. (that, and theatre kids are.... Well. Yeah)

THE TONYS are equally baffling, but instead of broadway which feels like some strange dystopian world, the tonys have a distinctly alice in fuckin wonderland shit to me. there are opera award shows but none of them are nearly on the same level as the tonys. it's cool that the trophy spins around i think. i think its very obvious the tonys largely exist as a further marketing mechanic and not as like... actual awards, but to be fair thats the point of all awards shows at this point anyway. (well, that and making a lot of people very angry.)

looking at this year's nominations for example. here are some of my thoughts: i forgot about the some like it hot musical, i genuinely have no idea who the audience of that is meant to be. CORN MUSICAL??? who the fuck made a CORN MUSICAL and WHY? &juliet terrifies me with its existence. the plays should unionize together. i dont know why i was surprised ben platt is there i thought he just kind of faded into the walls after the dear even hansen movie or something. isnt new york new york a frank sinatra song. oh shit the sweeney todd revival already premiered? (i dont keep up with broadway news) why is there a corn musical. also when i looked up the tony awards i accidentally typed in 'the toby awards' which is apparently an award show for building design. Anyway thats my analysis as someone who is genuinely so clueless about current broadway news

[nerd-at-sea5]

it’s yellowjackets week and in honor of that i’ll actually update my fic, but i wanna do smt for the prompts so here is why ‘bear down’ and ‘blood hive’ are my favorite episodes *insert thumbs up here*

first up, ‘bear down’: NAT EPPPP. the opening scene is so subtle and unnerving and then you see her dad and (at least for me) is a complete shock. not to mention how he’s already speaking what she’s trying to burry that the ‘blood is on your hands, natty’ (that quote might not be correct). and then she wakes up and there’s lottienat <3333. there’s everyone collectively hating on travis, laura lee calling him flex and everyone being proud, vannat moments w the gun and nat showing travis tf up. jackie saving van from the plane is funny to me and i do not know why. symbolism of nat digging up coach martínez and also this jesus christ. young nat :))) young nat :(((((. shauna just. bleeding the fucking dear.

now onto ‘blood hive’: first off-it’s got the dance party. i fucking love that dance party and i will talk abt it at all chances i get, just letting everyone be kids for a few minutes, pulling out this choreographed dance in the middle of the wilderness, all happy and smiling and not worried at all-it’s amazing. there’s a lot of tai/shauna bonding through the whole attempted abortion, and it kind of slams you into realizing just how fucked they are. like we know they’re screwed, but this sells the point (at least to me). VANTAI!!!! just them being them and this also being the ep that like confirms their relationship and i love that. (when i watched this for the first time i was then convinced van died in s1 bc she had no adult counterpart, so happy to be wrong lol). we have laura lee’s iconic ‘the occult is no laughing matter’. and even tho i’m not a big fan of the adult timeline (just not as interesting to me) i do love shauna and callie talking abt jackie in this one. van starting off the seance with ‘did oj do it’ i love them so much. coach scott just being a whole mood this whole episode also. i love him. ‘since when does lottie speak french?!’ ‘what’s she saying jackie?’ ‘i don’t know i suck at french too’ ‘WELL DAMNIT JACKIE TRY NOT TO-’ laura lee literally THROWING THE BIBLE AT LOTTIES HEAD ‘ow!!’. 10/10 moment of all time. and also just the phrase ‘that conniving poodle haired freak’ is fucking hilarious-

honorable mentions: 'doomcoming' because. it's fucking doomcoming, and 'burial' bc Acting and MUSICCCC

#realized that even tho bear down is my all time fkn fav i said more abt blood hive lol #yellowjackets #yellowjackets week 2023 #blood hive #bear down #doomcoming #burial #yj #yjweek2023

[polyhexian]

 they didnt close the fucking pit after chesnik broke her spine....... it was open the rest of the convention??? absolutely shocking. one person dislocated her knee, one broke their ankle and a woman broke her spine and they didnt close the pit. video i just watched showed clips of presenters encouraging people to “dive into” the pit. in absolute shock

the crowding and line issues were so much worse than i even realized.... the dsmp youtubers have over a combined 100 million subscribers and twitch put their panel in a small room that could only hold 400 people? THOUSANDS of people showed up for this panel. and then the table wasnt even big enough and dream, who has 31 million subscribers, one of the biggest content creators in the world, sat awkwardly off to the side of the table. what kind of horrible planning is that. what were they thinking.

they didnt even have a green room for them like the dsmp people had to fight through crowds to use the same bathrooms as the rest of the convention??? people straight up waited in the bathrooms to jump them for photos im....

and theyre not joking when they say people shoved wheelchair users out of the way, people there at the time called it a “stampede” and that they “nearly trampled” the ppl in the accesibility line, and then theres video of people standing shoulder to shoulder, being shoved left and right as people continue to surge forward. do you know what those conditions are??? those are crowd crush conditions. The travis scott concert less than a year ago where three people died? thats why. it was crowd crush. crowd crush has killed an unbelievable amount of people over the years at various events. looking at videos close to the door it is like. its absolutely staggering how tight it was. it is incredibly fortunate that no one died. people did apparently straight up pass out. legitimately these are conditions where it was not just possible to end in death but very likely to end in death. its VERY lucky no one died in that.

and jesus christ alinity’s stalker showed up and twitch let him in. are you joking. alinity is one of twitch’s biggest streamers. everyone knows about her stalker. it made the news. some dude from europe who used to be a discord mod for her got so obsessed he sold everything he owned and moved to the us to follow her around. he straight up set up across the street from where she lived and started a 24/7 livestream of her apartment building. he threatened to kill her. alinity literally hired her own 24h security team she was so frightened. how could twitch not have had, like, dont let that freak in this convention like #1 on their priority list. the dude could have easily been there to kill her. dude could have been there to blow up the fuckin building. twitch is the platform with the highest follower value but also the MOST problems with stalkers and obsessed fans. theres been so many incidents. how could this not have been a priority.

i dont think ive ever seen a convention with this scale of sheer incompetence and criminal irresponsibility. fyre fest is close but thats technically not a convention. tentmoot? tentmoot didnt actually happen in the end. this event could very very easily have ended in tragedy on multiple fronts, the extremely dangerous pit, the numerous ada violations, the crowd crush, the lack of security, it absolutely staggers belief. how could anyone lack THIS MUCH foresight. this isnt even the first twitchcon!

[separatist-apologist]

rank the characters in order of their thoughts on furries LMAOOOOOOO

STOP IT- okay fine.

17. Tarquin- Sweet, seahorse Tarquin. He's not AGAINST it...but when he learns about what's happening in Autumn and Spring, he's confused and concerned and maybe upset? Shape of DOLPHIN, Tarquin can't participate

16. Rhysand- Darling, I don't NEED to take an animal form and why would you want me to when I'm so magnificent OKAY ALRIGHT RHYS JESUS CHRIST WE GET IT. Tone it down. You're just okay.

15. Amren- Has written more than one twitter thread on the problems with these Fae and their animal/furry fucking ways. They've lost the PAGENTRY of what it means to be Fae. Says this unironically while sipping human blood.

14. Mor- Just not for her. Trying not to judge but like, she is DEFINITELY judging people for what they do in the privacy of their own bedroom. Join Calanmai? Uh no thank you. Not even curious.

13. Nesta- Arched eyebrow, curled lip when she learns about Lucien. I mean...if you're into that sort of thing I GUESS. You'll never catch Nesta with her cheek in the fucking dirt. She does the fucking, not the other way around.

12. Emerie- You'll never catch her DEAD with one of those half bat ding-dongs. No amount of Cassian explaining that wings do not equal furries will ever convince her. She knows what those men are like.

11. Gwyn- Respectful of what the rest of this list is up to, but would prefer a regular man. Ignores the man she routinely has sex with is half bat. Cognitive dissonance, we know her well.

10. Azriel- Half bat. Furry curious when he's punching Eris in the face at the High Lords meeting. Definitely listening a little TOO closely when he's spying on Spring. WHAT NO HES NOT INTERESTED THIS IS JUST FOR INFORMATION. Don't look at him like that.

9. Cassian- Disappointed he doesn't have an animal form. "Touch my wings, Nesta" he demands one night. "Look I bought this headband with ears-" No okay, yeah I'll put that away. Cassian would GO to Calanmai and fuck someone in a cave as a beast. Wishes he was a dragon (secret)

8. Feyre- Looking too hard and Helion and Rhys in beast form. I saw those descriptions Miss Ma'am. A thing of nightmares? A thing of daylight? Okay, alright. I'm sure you NEVER thought about yourself between them. OG furry fucker, given her time in Spring.

7. Helion- Look my man is liberated. He'll do anything once. Beast form, a fursuit, whatever. Cassian wants to wear little cat ears? Quick, Helion, this is your chance! Man is in love with an Autumn Court resident, he's too used to their strangeness.

6. Eris- Genuinely surprised people think it's weird. "We're MALE- practically animals already" he drawls. "FRENZY IS FOR ANIMALS" and he should say it. Everyone forgets that, but SJM should have taken the mate/frenzy trope to its natural conclusion

5. Jurian- Wife is a goddamn bird 12 hours of the day. He's sitting in this conversation like, what a bunch of pussies.

4. Vassa- Is a bird for 12 hours of the day. Husband does not seem to mind. No, technically theyve never DONE anything while she was a bird, but sometimes the humans stare when she's perched on his shoulder rubbing her head against his cheek.

3. Elain- Fox tail butt plug, a whole drawer of little headbands, my girl is a secret FREAK and I stand by that. Has nothing to add to this conversation, flaming cheeks when Lucien makes some small comment about it. Drags him home and lets him put her on his knees anyway.

2. Lucien- Helions son, former resident of the Spring Court orgy, pretend son of Autumn Lucien Vanserra Spell-Cleaver Archeron is a big fucking fan of furries.

TAMLIN- YOU ALREADY KNEW. FURSONA? YOU MEAN MY BEAST FORM RIGHT? Roaming the woods with claw and fur and talons doesn't mean he stopped having needs.

#i recognize this became mostly monster fucking #but i stand by this list