#fine women appreciation post everybody

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Men x Female Reader "Their types on a woman PART 5"

I just realized I haven't made a Jace and Jerry one for this (sorry xD). This one will be probably shorter since I want to insert 4 characters at a time in posts (I hate text limits lol). Genre: Fluff☁️ smut/lemon🍋, slight crack🧨(comedy) Warnings: slang terms of female genitalia/body parts (tits, ass, etc.), slight mentions of sex on the bottom parts, trust issues, insecurities

Jerry Kwon (Kwon Ji Tae)

Unpopular opinion: He deserves more love and support from the fandom. Just look at him he's just too cute man.

Anyways, we all know that behind his tough shell Jerry is actually a fluff ball. So it's no problem socializing and befriending him out of pure kindness. He's super nice to everybody trust me (except from his enemies of course).

Like most of the boys, Jerry likes kind and humble women. He's also attracted to very short ones since he founds them really cute especially if they're the same age as him. He's the type to give you piggy backs when you're legs hurt from walking 🥺. He'll also the type to be protective and he'll always walk you to home after school too.

He would also appreciate your friendly personality especially when you don't judge him by his looks. Most people were pretty scared of him since he doesn't look like a "normal student" or the others often mistaken him as a father lol. He still can't help but to be a bit insecure sometimes but he just brushes these things off making him more a bit confident about himself. So being a warm goofball, being loyal and honest to him can really catch his attention and you can form a special bond with him.

Headcannon: Like Eli, Jerry also likes women who can be helpful in the kitchen/household chores. Because of the Workers always creating trouble, it's hard for him to relax and rest so cooking his comfort food for him makes him happy. He'll also bake with you if he has the free time!

And Jerry also likes a woman who's not only kind to others but also very gentle with animals. He'll also share you pictures of little pups and kittens he saw on the street and he'll feel a bit bad when you scold him since you're worried that the stray animal will bite him lol (but he knows that you're just worried about him so he's not really pissed off at you and he always reassure you that he's careful when approaching stray animals). "Look Y/N I saw this poor kitten on the street let's take care of it!" your bf exclaimed as he carries an orange/ginger cat wrapped on a soft towel. "Jerry, are you sure? Doesn't that bite your hand? It's probably infected." you scolded him as he has that puppy eyes again which will work on you again, bastard. "Can we keep it? Please?" he pleaded as you sighed knowing that you can't stop him from adopting the animal. Besides the it looks pretty cute too. "Okay fine, give him to me" you smiled at him as his eyes sparkled even more. "I think the kitten's a girl! Let's name her Ginger!" "Ginger? That's a really nice name."

Jerry will also pair up with you in music class if you can play a musical instrument or if you have a decent singing voice if you don't mind. He can't help but stare at you when you're focused in singing or playing your instrument of choice, he finds it really cool! (Now imagine a Lookism Musical/Band AU that would be lit).

This mochi looking guy is super gentle with you which facades his tough persona when he's out to protect Jake, Big Deal and especially his sweet, kind and polite girlfriend of course. He's also warm and cuddly like a teddy bear so there's no problem with hugging him! (He'll often ask for permission if he can hug you. Respect).

Jace Park (Park Bum Jae)

Another one who's underrated af. Like I want to give this man a hug (and also child support).

To be honest he's not the type to look out or approach women. Heck, he'll be the type to say that he would rather die than stay on the Earth with only one girl who he doesn't even know. But we all know that he's a hopeless romantic deep inside. So his chances with getting a girlfriend can be pretty low (it's just his self esteem getting in the way).

But he can't help but to stay at a woman's side when she's nice, gentle, smart and fun to hang out. He can really relate and look up to a girl who seems to be relatable. You can form a special relationship with him if you're the type to read books or if you're the type to be chatty with new interesting ideas and theories with entertaining topics. With these traits like this you can easily get Jace's attention. But after that incident when the girl he was crushing on was actually a spy, his trauma just got worse.

Headcannon: He has trust issues to almost everybody. The only ones he has faith in was no other than Vasco and Burn Knuckles since he has devoted his heart on his gang that he can consider a loving family now (also Allied but not too much he's just helping them out for business). So what's the most important fundamental on a woman for him is that having a trust-worthy girlfriend. It just warms him up more and made him willing to socialize with others. It will take a lot of times to actually approach him since he's already being cautious. But knowing that Jace is smart and it's just his feelings getting in the ways sometimes, he might start talking to you.

And we all know that he's been bullied, used and hurt a bunch of times. And not wanting to appear as vulnerable and weak, he often has to put on this tough persona. But having a girlfriend whom he can trust and who will actually listen to his problems/attentive/good listener can make his stress less worse. And of course, if he really loves and appreciates you a lot he's willing to listen to your problems too and give the best advices that he can give.

He's also insecure about his ears. So having a someone who's standards in looks are not too high can boosts his confidence. He really likes it when you play with his ears despite him denying it. He doesn't like other people touching him but if it's massages coming from his someone I'm pretty sure he can't resist it. He loves your soft hands but it just depends on his mood honestly. If he's working/studying it can be a bit annoying if you start being clingy but he can't control himself from cuddling with you either. "Wow, Jace your ears are so soft like marshmallows." you fondled with your "best friend's" ears as he is reading a book. "Y/N... I'm doing something important." he groans as you won't stop playing with his ear lobes, but it honestly feels good. "You've been reading your silly book for 2 hours now." you pouted as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, first this book is not silly at it actually has a good plot. And second, you've been waiting for me to finish this when it will take 2 more ho-" his sentence was cut off when you gave a peck on his cheek. His inner self was screaming internally like a firecracker wanting to explode. "C'mon now silly let's go to dinner. There's a new SamG place on the street!" you exclaimed as you held his hand almost making him stumble. You can see the redness on his face reaching to his ears.

Breaking his trust can be a huge problem in your relationship. So please be honest with him.

Vin Jin (Vin Ho Bin)

I hate him at first for bullying Duke but I kin him so much lol.

Unpopular opinion: I think Vin would like women who are up to his standards. If you have a pretty face, cool vibes, nice ass and big tits he'll be chasing after you lol. He's also pretty toxic especially if it's the start of the Lookism series. He let his anger take over him so he really needs someone who's emotionally strong, mature and understanding.

He also really hates whiny girls (the ones who tries to act cute but ends up being cringy lol). There's times that he may get turned on by this but if a woman act like this most of the times he'll get agitated. So just be yourself.

Vin also likes women who share his humor. Like if you're the type to make sex jokes or dark humor a lot (y'know the memes that you can watch on Youtube), he'll definitely be more relaxed and composed around you.

He also likes stubborn and competitive women (especially the ones who's shorter than him who acts so tough lol). He really gets entertained if you started challenging him about stupid things. "VIN JIN! LET'S ARM WRESTLE AGAIN!" you challenged the raven-haired male who's wearing that silly dark shade googles again making him make a smug. "Bitch, I already won stop being an ass." he smirked at you, finding it cute when you pout at his statement. "Huh, you just cheated again dumbass!" you screeched at him while he makes a mocking expression. "Hah? And so what you gonna do about it?" "Can you both shut the fuck up?" Mary scolded the both of you because of the teacher already coming to your classroom (slay queen).

But after getting through some character development (slowly but surely), I think Vin would realize that what he really needs is an understanding woman who's also a good listener. We all know he's insecure about having his pupil hyperplasia. He'll started softening up if he has a "girl friend" who will not make fun about his eye disease.

He also really likes women who can be easily teased. Especially when you deny that you really like him even when you act like an asshole to him lmao. "C'mon Y/N I know you find me hot. Just ask me out on a date already." he smirk as he can see the blush on your cheeks getting darker. "F-FUCK OFF WILL YOU! I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU!" "But Mary said that you li-" you hit his arms a bunch of times as he let out a guffaw at your reaction. "AND YOU BELIEVED HER?! YOU REALLY ARE A DUMBASS!"

If he's an ass, he needs someone who's both mentally stable and unstable. It's the perfect balance of destruction.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #vin jin x reader #lookism fic #jace x reader #jerry kwon x reader

[asunnycoffee]

Thanks, Ginger. I really appreciate how much you acknowledge what you did here and just don’t give a shit.

“How were they supposed to know you were a poc”

Nobody said that. The problem is that she’s doubling down.

“Just because someone’s poc doesn’t mean they’re a stalker”

Nobody said that. The problem is that she’s doubling down.

“Laughed at”? You called me a stalker to such an extent I had anons telling me to commit suicide (most of which I didn’t share because I ignored them.)

Again, show me fucking proof I stalked your blog. I saw your post on my dash because NEITHER of us had blocked each other, carrot top bitch.

If you don’t like me, that’s fine. Not everybody is gonna like each other. That’s okay. But keep my name out of your mouth and don’t falsely accuse me of shit that I’ve ACTUALLY experienced.

You also made fun of another anon because their English was likely poor in the same breath of calling someone who’s poc a stalker. Which is just not even trying to conceal your racism.

Also, how fucking disgusting is it that you waved this all away even though you were literally JUST screaming about how much of a stalker I was?

Your best buddy ‘Orchard joined in and claimed I was hers too. Mikaila reblogged this. You’re still doubling down.

Literally just three very fragile white women who can’t handle any slight criticism and use their tears to get what they want.

#I have to repeat this: #If Ginger had just stopped and apologized then I wouldn’t care that much #Would not have forgiven her for calling me that but I’d not care #But she’s still yapping about how stalked she is #And so is her best friend Lily

[honeyslow]

was tagged by @shaunajackie to post 8 shows to get to know me better! disclaimer alert i haven't watched a ton of tv but that's fine! tagging @milfcoded @thenelse if u wanna and anyone else who sees this and wants to :)

friends: everybody has a sitcom! this is my sitcom! my older cousin had all ten seasons of friends on dvd and in my kid mind i was very impressed and thought she was so mature watching this show about all these grown up people in new york! and then when i watched it later i thought oh ok so that’s what adult life is going to be like! except it wasn’t it’s been a lot lonelier so far! so friends is kinda bittersweet for me but also 1000% my comfort show it’s childhood and hope and imagination and ok i'm shutting up it's literally just friends. whatever.

yellowjackets: we’re only a season and a bit in but i’m sure this is one for the books... is there another show about women/girls/girlhood/femalerage/soccer/cannibalism/deathbyhomoeroticfriendship/hope/faith/trauma/eareating

derry girls: genius, endlessly rewatchable comedy

mindhunter: Quality TV (thanks mr. fincher), anna torv lesbian (thanks ms. torv), etc. gone too soon but never forgotten

big little lies: welcome to milftopia! and i mean it is also a very very good drama

dark: genuinely such a well-crafted show and amongst other things (such as making my brain explode about time travel) it also managed to slay despite being german so big shoutout

the 100: please appreciate how honest i am being right now by putting this on this list i really wish it wasn’t here but alas it was 2014 and i was gay 

htgawm: again, it was 2014 and i was gay. i watched this in entirety as it aired from start to finish so it has a special place in my heart for that… was it stupid? very. but also so much fun! and i will still turn up to cry about annalise any day of the week

#honorable mention to got of course but. it's complicated

[faintingheroine]

“While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I ‘never told my love’ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return—the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame—shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.”

This is one of the most intriguing passages of the book for me because it is a single paragraph that takes place in an entirely different setting and among an entirely different sort of people than the rest of the novel and it is never referenced again. Does it point to Lockwood’s inability to correctly interpret things even when he actually knows the answer? Is it contrasting the Prufrockian Lockwood with Heathcliff who is assertive and passionate in his love? What does the reference to Twelfth Night signify? This passage is certainly reminiscent of how Lockwood will later only admire Cathy from afar and construct this entire love story for them based on nothing but refuse to act on his supposed love even when the circumstances are somewhat in his favor. It also reminds me of the characterization of Lockwood as a “tourist” and an incessant consumer in the essay “Impossible Love and Commodity Culture in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights”, he always jumps from one “object” to the next, whether they be women or places.

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I don’t know now why I thought that this anecdote shows us Lockwood’s inability to interpret signs correctly, he is unable to correctly interpret signs during his encounters with the cast of the novel, but in this anecdote he seems to be able to correctly interpret the girl’s feelings, he is only a non-committal jerk.

Also notable that Heathcliff was reserved during his teenage years and “he had ceased to express his fondness for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses, as if conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him”, but this was caused momentarily by external circumstances and teenaged sullenness, as a child he was proudly declaring that Catherine was “immeasurably superior to everybody on earth” and after his return from his exile he is upfront about loving her, telling that he struggled only for her all these years in the presence of her husband. I do think that there is a contrast between the Prufrockian Lockwood and the passionate Heathcliff here.

#wuthering heights #mr. lockwood #heathcliff

[cyberphuck]

How To Do the Writing Thing: Feeding the Story Monster

(these “how-to” posts were originally posted on my ko-fi page, and originally-originally posted on Reddit’s r/writing forum from which I am now banned which is an angry rant for another time. I thought some of the people who follow me would appreciate being able to read them here.)

[IMG ID: a black Corona typewriter.]

WHERE DO I START? The asshole answer to this question is “just start writing, hur hur!” And yeah, sure, in order to write you do have to actually write. But if you’re not in the habit of doing it, or if you’ve seldom or even never done it before, “just start writing” is about as useful as dumping someone in a river and telling them to “just start swimming.” THE STORY MONSTER: AWAKEN Before you think about your story, let’s think about other stories that you enjoy. It doesn’t have to be in a book; these days sitting down to read is getting more and more difficult with all the other data being shoved in your eyeballs every second. I like to start with movies, because everyone has a favorite movie (or two, or several) they know by heart and can dissect to figure out the story-type elements of it. (Listen, I tested out of high school and dropped out of college. I’m doing the best I can.) The best way to start doing this is to ask yourself a lot of “why” questions, starting with, “why do I like this story?” We’ll use Star Wars: A New Hope (the first one) as an example since most people have seen it and it’s a very basic story. You liked that movie well enough: why? Did you like the dialogue? The characters? Luke’s coming of age story, the dark menace of Darth Vader? Did you like how plucky Leia was, how dashing Han Solo could be? Did you just really like all the spaceships? Think about your favorite movie, and ask yourself, why do I like it? - it’s exciting. Why? What parts were most heart-pounding? - it has great characters. Why? Which ones, and what kinds of characters are they? Heroic but flawed? Determined and gritty? Deliciously evil? - the story is amazing. Why? What kinds of twists and turns are there? (and why are they so satisfying? A twist has to make sense backwards and forwards!) Pick apart two or three of your favorite movies and see if there’s a central theme there, so that you can make a statement like “I like movies where x happens” or “my favorite type of movie is x because y.” That’s getting to know yourself, and the better you know yourself, the better your own writing will be. Now that you’ve got the hang of picking apart your favorites, see if there’s a movie or TV series that you’re not that into, and ask yourself why you don’t like that one as much. This’ll be easier-- everybody likes to talk about stuff they fukken hate. There’s a prestige series on Prime called The Boys that my dad loves and I can’t stand; it’s a superhero tale that loves to make scenes as bloody and ultraviolent as possible. People’s eyes get burnt out, heads explode, guys get cut in half or blown up, etc etc. I’m not into that, so I won’t put that on my list of “story stuff I like.” (Don’t get me wrong, it’s an extremely well written and well produced show-- it’s just not For Me. A show can be really great in every way but just not your cup of tea, and that’s fine. I really like Call the Midwife. It’s a very twee British show about nuns helping women give birth. My dad fukken hates that show.) At this point you might want to get a notepad or text document to start writing down things that you saw, or read, that you really loved or really hated. Write down the name of the show, the day you watched it, and a little blurb about what it was that stood out to you and why you liked or disliked it. 50 words or less-- don’t get too carried away. Then, when it’s time to think about the story you want to tell, you can refer back to your notes. THE STORY MONSTER: FEED The more media you consume, the more feed for the story monster you’ll have, but you’ll have to keep cutting the stories up into bite size pieces (liked x about y, hated z about b) to really get a handle on the kind of story you want to tell. You’ll also start noticing how stories are structured, what type of pacing is used for different kinds of scenes, and how a character’s actions and dialogue affect how the author (or director, or whatever) wants you to feel about that character. Cut out those pieces of story and hold them up to your budding idea, and ask yourself, “how can I make this work for me?” Chopping up stories to feed the monster is something that you should keep doing even after you’re a total expert writer with nothing more to learn who makes a million dollars a second, like me. You can use stories from anywhere, too-- not just TV, movies and books, but also newspaper articles, comics and graphic novels, dance, poetry, any medium at ALL that has some sort of message to it or is designed to make you feel a certain way is something you can chop up for the monster. Dance and music are particularly good for pacing; poetry is good for interesting and varied descriptions. Listen to people tell stories out loud to learn the rhythm and cadence of the way people talk in real life to give your dialogue a boost. (Real People Talking will also be important when I get to Word Choice and Tone in writing!) TODAY’S TAKEAWAY: Watch, read and listen, take a lot of notes about what you liked. Get to know yourself, and your writing will improve for it. NEXT TIME: Getting the words down, “taking notes,” outlines and rough drafts.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #how to do the thing

[binfo-app]

"juilliard". for cre275

Junior had been in this room too many times to count. The sitting room was heavy with history. It showed in the weathered floors. It showed in the blinds that must have been brightly coloured a long time ago but were long since faded. It showed in the creaky rocking chair and the couch cushions that spewed feathers everywhere at the slightest provocation. Above all, it showed in the heat. The house was too old to stand up to the Texas sun. It was unbearably humid, which made all the wood in it warp and swelter. Doors didn’t quite fit in their frames. Everything groaned when it was touched.

The place in New York had a robust HVAC system. His place in New York. It was waiting for him. He’d already put down his first and last payment. It was small, but that was alright. It meant he could play “I Wanna Be Your Lover” in the bedroom and hear it while making lunch in the kitchen. 

“I’m going to Juilliard,” said Junior. “Just got my acceptance letter the other day.”

He was met with silence. The other man was old like the house. It showed in the slight lines on his forehead. It showed in the old, faded scars on his hands and calves that came from a long life full of physical work. It showed in the sunspots on his face and in his stubborn refusal to accept change. And it always showed whenever Junior spoke about Juilliard.

Everything seemed new in New York. Hell, it was even in the name. Everybody who was young and doing something either went to New York City or Hollywood. Hollywood still had all that heat, but in New York, there was plenty of snow, and The Juilliard School, and stages waiting to be danced on. 

“I’m going to Juilliard,” Junior said again.

“We don’t got dancers in our family,” the older man said. 

“Then I figure I’ll be the first.”

“You ain’t gonna be the first. I gave you my name, boy. People respect a Morgan in these parts, and I didn’t give it to you so you could ruin things by posting it on some ballet show bill. If they even got those for ballets. Honest to god, Junior, I don’t know nobody who’s gone to see a ballet.”

“I’d take care of the business if it was honest work, but it ain’t,” Junior said. “And I don’t want a name that’s attached to what you do no way.”

“It is honest work. People have been in the business of buying and selling these things since biblical times. It’s a natural part of life. There’s always gonna be women who wanna sell themselves and men who want to sleep with them, son, and it’ll always be more secure a gig than you flouncing around on stage. You write back to those people and you tell them you appreciate the offer but you ain’t attending.”

Junior fixed his gaze on the ceiling. The ceiling was old too. In certain rooms in the house, as the weather got warmer, the ceiling split. Pa called someone in to fix it years ago. The ceilings were pristine for the rest of the year, until the next sweltering summer rolled in and the ceiling split again. The cracks became almost invisible in the cooler months. When it wasn’t subject to the extremes of a Southern summer, the ceiling seemed to thrive.

Morgan was a hard man. Sometimes Junior hated him. Other times, he and his father got along just fine. They both liked horseback riding. When he was younger, the two of them would get up before the sun and ride for hours. In the early morning, when the legs of Junior’s pants were stained with grass and bug juice, he could do no wrong. His father would talk about his life, about how the family used to keep chickens, how he used to travel. He’d seen Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana. He’d never seen anyone dance. His questions were almost innocent in the early morning, half-shouted over the wind. There was no judgement in them. 

“And who do you figure is gonna pay for you to live up north and shame your family?” Morgan added, after Junior failed to reply.

“You don’t get it. We’re long past all this,” Junior said. “I’ve been working. I got cash in an account. I already got my final grades, and I already went up there and did my audition, and I already wrote and told them I accept their offer. I’m telling you I’m going to Juilliard. I ain’t asking your permission and I ain’t asking for your help. What I’m trying to say is that you’d better make some preparations; get to teaching one of my brothers how to update the accounts or something. They’re taking over your business. Not me. You hear me?”

“Do you hear me, boy?” Morgan rose to his feet, face twisting and taking on a familiar fury. The fury too, was old. It was a fury Junior had seen when his father found out he was taking dance classes in secret, a fury Junior had seen when he got smart on his mouth or told his father to leave his mother the hell alone. “You ain’t going to Juilliard. As long as I live, you ain’t never going to Juilliard. Never. Never.”

Junior liked dancing because it required precision. The dancer had to be strong enough to support his own bodyweight, yet fluid enough to be pleasing to the eye as he moved across the stage. Hip hop required strength too, and it required a sense of one’s own movement- fluidity where it was called for, rigidity where it wasn’t. Ballet is an old art, and Junior liked it for that reason. Junior liked old things. Juilliard wasn’t as old as some schools were, however, but it had churned out a steady stream of prominent artists since its inception.

He imagined himself joining the New York Ballet Company, and he imagined his dark legs in tights, precisely placed as he lifted a ballerina above his head. He imagined his name passed around in small circles- have you ever seen him dance? Funny name he has, Morgan Darius Morganson, but his dancing is a thing of beauty. You have to see him. His style is very traditional, he’s something like Nureyev, or Dowell. Not too contemporary, it makes you really appreciate the art. True, maybe they would think he was unremarkable. Maybe they would even despise him. But no one would call him Junior.

“No son of mine is going to New York,” Morgan said. “You understand? I’d rather see you in the ground than see you go off to some highfalutin dance school.”

“They don’t just teach dance,” Junior said.

Junior had hardly blinked before Morgan moved, impressively swift for a man carrying as much muscle as he was. His father’s hands were dry and cracked from too much sun and not enough Vaseline, creating friction against the soft skin of his throat. There was precision even in that, Junior thought. When enraged, Morgan moved like a dancer. Fluidly, with an ease of motion that only came from years of practice and discipline.

Junior had been practicing this dance with his father for years, but they’d never danced it to completion. He wished he could describe it in simple terms. First position, second position, third position, plié, jeté, arabesque. There were no words for these movements. His hands met with metal in his pockets, warmed by his body. His heart was the orchestra, creating the music for the dance. The gunshot echoed throughout the stale, hot air in the house, loud enough that it made his ears ache. The old man fell forward, crushing Junior against the wall. 

Extricating himself from the situation was a delicate process. The wetness of his father’s blood made the breeze coming in through the windows feel cooler than it had earlier. The way it looked on the scuffed wooden floors reminded him of paint. He walked upstairs slowly, swaying unsteadily from side to side, feeling like a corpse himself. The boy showered, avoiding the mirrors, and then he retrieved two suitcases from his closet. Morgan left the old house. He didn’t come back.

[wanderthefens]

You know what I don’t think I spent enough time insulting straight women’s bad taste the other day when I was talking about how everyone in this website is only attracted to ugly men.

I mentioned the weird ass appreciation posts about baldness and receding hairlines and hairy backs and chests but really didn’t go into the full Gross Rant. So I gotta do it.

Once again I must say. Straight women and opposite sex leaning bisexual women? Terrible taste. y’all really attracted to males with a whole jungle on their back and chest but nothing on their head? You really see a receding hairline and think ‘sexy’?? Like hairy legs and arms are fine, everybody has that regardless of sex but like y’all really salivating over full fur covering huh. Like I don’t judge the ‘dad bod’ craze cuz like. It’s just a body type nothing wrong with that. But I will absolutely judge every single person who sees a man with a whole forest on his chest and actually thinks that’s hot. Same for anyone who sees a man with his monk ass bald head and is like yes I love it.

Y’all got bad taste and that’s that on that.

#only women are allowed to be bald #men can’t pull it off

[korasonata]

Alright, here we are. Back by popular demand, I have favourite moments from Joe and Cleo’s paper model stream Part 3! Y’all asked for this so here we go. (Definitely not a short post anymore)

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Cleo (singing): Excellent choices!

Joe (singing): Made by me! Made by you!

Cleo (talking): I mean, I wouldn’t say this is an excellent choice made by us. Just as a-

Joe (still singing): As long as we stream together! Nothing can ever stumble us both at once!

Cleo: I mean, I think you’d be surprised.

Joe: There’s nothing we can’t achieve! You and me!

Cleo: …Yeah.

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Joe: Why’d you leave the cat up on the table?

Cleo: Because she won’t go away! She knows she’s not allowed on the table, but I’m here and therefore it must be awesome.

Joe: Mhm. Yeah usually when I climb on a table it’s because you’re there. This is why my viewers are always like “Joe, Cleo brings out such negative behaviour in you.”

Cleo: *cackle laughing* It’s true. It’s true.

Joe: It is.

Cleo: I am a bad influence on you.

Joe: I mean, you could have just ended that sentence after influence, but you know it’s fine.

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Cleo (affectionately): Joe you are rude today! I think that’s the second time you’ve insulted me in like 5 minutes.

Joe (not even 2 minutes into the stream): What, already?

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Joe: You know, you’ve had so many jobs in your career. Obviously night surgeon is going to be the next one.

Cleo (holding a scalpel menacingly): *maniacal snickering*

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Cleo: *leaves for literally less than 2 minutes*

Joe: *singing The Wellerman at full volume*

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Joe (reading chat): Is Cleo next to me? You know, I like to think that Cleo’s always a little bit ahead of me, but it encourages me to catch up.

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Cleo: I mean, to be fair, most things could be me. For I am- for I am…(with drama) I am legion! For we are many!

Joe: Hell is empty! And all the Cleo’s are here!

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Cleo (reading chat): “Does Joe know what you look like?”

Joe: No…

Cleo: I could send you a photo if you wanted Joe. If you really felt the need.

Joe: See, I- I- I felt like, you know, asking like, uh, women on the Internet to send me pictures of themselves might be a bad look, so I have chosen not to ask? But…I mean if you’re volunteering I am curious- especially because if I am in London and I do bump into you somewhere, it would be nice to be able to say hello.

Cleo: Fair enough. Hang on a second.

Joe: But I am hoping to get over there like next summer.

Cleo: Let’s see if I can find a pho-I don’t tend to take photos of myself because I don’t like showing myself-…ever. So…let’s browse some photos, see if I can show you.

Joe (panicking): …Oh! Are you gonna send it like right now so you can get a reaction, cause my fa-my face is on camera?!

SILENCE

Cleo: There you go. That’s me.

—

Joe (in response to seeing Cleo’s face for the first time): so you’re so- you’re so private about your appearance, I don’t wanna say anything that, like, that could be used to interpolate anything.

Cleo: You can just say I’m minging it Joe, it’s fine.

Joe: What does minging it mean?

Cleo: Ugly as all hell. That’s basically what that is.

Joe: What?! No!

Cleo: It’s fine! I know…

SILENCE

Cleo: *laughing* I’ve made Joe feel awkward now, that takes a LOT to do! *laughing harder*

Joe: No no! No! No! So the thing is I’m running through the, like, security mode threat model thing where I’m like “ok, so Cleo definitely benefits from people thinking shes ugly, so I don’t wanna like mention how attractive she is because then that gets that weird in multiple ways while also revealing that she’s very attractive which th- somebody could use to track her down” and I’m just like, eh I’m just gonna let this one slide.

—

Joe: I have tried a few adjustments Cleo, but in the end I never made it as a wise man.

Cleo: I mean-

Joe (singing): I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing.

Cleo: To be fair, you do strike me more as a- as a… (trails off)

SILENCE

Cleo: I was trying to think of a non-insulting…

Joe: Just go ahead and insult me, it’s fine.

Cleo: I- I- ah-

Joe: You’ve already insulted yourself enough this stream.

Cleo: I see you as a sheep is what I said.

Joe: What?

Cleo: As in not a wise man, not a shepherd, you’re a sheep in that nativity.

Joe (delighted): Awe!!

—

Cleo (reading chat): “Do you often lie to spare Joe’s feelings?” Umm…

Joe: N…no.

Cleo: Not often no. *giggling*

Joe: I mean, she doesn’t have to. I’m great.

Cleo: No, it’s alright, Joe doesn’t have feelings it’s fine. I mean, not that I’ve noticed.

Joe: if Joe had feelings we’d have to start acting ethically around him, so it’s in our best interest to ensure that research does not detect any.

—

Cleo (reading her chat): “I just wanted to say your voice is very pretty”. I don’t know how to take that.

Joe: Oh, thank you!

Cleo: I think Joes voice is very pretty. I appreciate that.

Joe: I was gonna say, they know that you’re not me, right? I know it’s confusing cause we’re both talking on both peoples streams.

Cleo: I mean, I think- I think they might know that you are the pretty one.

—

Joe (reading chat): “not gonna lie, I’m kinda jealous of those glasses.”

Cleo: Umm…in the fact that they’re on Joe’s face? Or just-

Joe: Oh yeah, you know everybody’s jealous of anything on my face, I get it.

Cleo: *wheezing intensely* Yes Joe… *cry laughing* No, I’m done… *laughing continues* Ok… *trying desperately to compose herself*

—

Cleo (about Scar jump scaring Joe): Again, if you haven’t seen Joe scream like an itty bitty baby-

Joe: I’m sorry, babies don’t have lungs this powerful. I screamed like a man. Screaming like, very loudly.

—

Joe: I’ve gotta do this 3 more times and what’s deeply deeply upsetting is I know I’m gonna do an equally bad job every time.

Cleo: No!! No! I believe in you Joe!

Joe (with heavy dead-voiced sarcasm): I’m sure the 4th one will be perfect Cleo, you’re right. I should’ve believed in myself all along. Thank you. For those words. Of affirmation. They mean so much. Coming from such a close friend.

Cleo: I dunno about you chat, but I definitely felt sarcasm.

—

Cleo: I’m crushing it right now! I wish I wasn’t. *dejected* Why do I always hurt the things I love?

—

Cleo (entertaining Joe’s chat while he’s away): Do you think Joe grants wishes? Because if he does grant wishes, I don’t think it’s the wishes we think he’s gonna grant. I mean, it would explain Joe, because he could grant wishes in the way that, umm…Hmm…I’m thinking…

Joe: I’m back Cleo if you need me to grant you any wishes.

Cleo: I mean, could you?

—

Cleo: Awe! Practical Magic was one of my favourites when I was growing up!

Joe (heavy sarcasm): I can’t imagine why!

Cleo: *snickering* I built my whole life around it. *laughing* shut up Joe.

Joe: *snickering* Surprising no one!

Cleo: SHUT UP JOE *laughing*

—

Cleo: To be fair, if Joe really didn’t like me threatening him I would stop.

Joe: Yeah no it’s fine.

Cleo: See?

Joe: It makes me feel important.

Cleo: You are Joe. You are very important.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #joehills #joe hills #quotes

[theseventhveil1945]

Donna/Josh fanfic rec list

No Second Troy by thatTWWgirl

"I guess my question for you Donna, is this: he supposedly doesn't have the mental or physical energy for me to come by for a work meeting, but he's okay to do this little fine arts curriculum the two of you have going on?"

Before and After by onelargecoffeepls

Josh goes to find Donna after Leo's funeral. A quick missing scene post-Requiem.

Motion Sickness by ihopethatyouburn

The thing was, that as much as she resented Josh for his selfishness, for refusing to let her grow, for looking right past her every time she intimated that she might want to leave him someday, she loved him, too. Truly, madly, deeply, the whole cliche deal.

Starting during 7.06 The Al Smith Dinner, Josh and Donna find their way back to each other. Extra fights and apologies and angst that the show skipped over.

In This World by littlezigzags

But then she looks at him, late at night, his slumped shoulders and the thin line of his mouth and she’s rooted to the spot. Josh got across the Atlantic only a few hours faster than it took her ex-boyfriend to get across Madison and really, that’s got to count for something. 

Homeward Bound by spamtotz 

Relaxing for a week has been delicious, but, like Josh she expects, it has left her a little itchy in the mind, and she doesn’t know what to do next, hovering between apprehension about all the things she’s missed and guilt for not being satisfied.

Donna and Josh get back from Hawaii and have a few things to work out.

(First part of the “It’s a Good Life” series)

Running by andyoureturntome

Matt Santos is running for president. Josh and Donna are just running away.

Augmented canon for seasons six and seven. Ventures into AU territory from 6x18 on.

At the Crossroads by RhapsodyInProgress

"There's no nurse there currently, this moment, when Josh badly needs to use the washroom across the hall that he is absolutely, under no circumstances, supposed to attempt to walk to on his own. Who there is, is Donna." J/D friendship, mid timeline for The Midterms

even cnn is wrong, sometimes by BeneathAnOrangeSky

She snakes her hand between them, high instead of low, wrapping it around his bowtie. Starts to pull. And it’s this that snaps him out of it.

Because Josh Lyman isn’t a press secretary and he isn’t a communications director and he isn’t Sam or Toby and he sure as hell isn’t Will, but he’s spent enough time around enough writers to appreciate the art of analogy (at the end of the night you wanna be able to pull it open like tony bennett), to recognize symmetry (donna? my tie’s falling apart), to understand that codas don’t exist merely in cello suites or stump speeches; that life makes space for sartorial bookends, too.

Like bowties being tied, then untied.

The Apple by TheBreakfastGenie

“My god,” Donna was suddenly furious. “The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

Donna discovers the Lymans have something in common, and applies some pressure.

Misinterpretation by spinninginfinity

Josh has some feelings. Donna is way off the mark.

‘It’s not like there are many women just wandering around the office that you’d want to date.’

A Girl’s Got to Have a Plan by tosca1390

“I can’t lounge around Manchester indefinitely. A girl’s got to have a plan.”

The Door by Ygrawn

'And the only one that catches and stays is this: the door is wide open.' 

The Answer by Ygrawn (Sequel to The Door)

"You can't kiss me, or have a revelation about something that everybody knows anyway, and believe that's enough. A pronoun is not enough."

Back to Earth by ETraytin

Donna's trip to Indiana with the campaign ended up being a lot longer than she planned. The day after isn't looking to be much shorter.

a stoic mind and a bleeding heart by greatestheights

Five times Josh almost figured it out. Five times Donna already knew. One time they got there together.

For You, I Came This Far by thefinestmuffins

Josh is about to retreat without knocking when Donna’s door swings open right in front of him, and there she is again, inches away, her eyes widening as she registers his presence.

A King Corn AU where Josh and Donna talk it out, and Josh gets by with a little help from his friends.

Donna Moss, Junior Communications Specialist by  autumnalequinox

Aaron Sorkin said something like if he did it again, he would promote Donna out of Josh's office in season 2 and get them together sooner. Here's my attempt!

S.W.A.L.K. by  auditoryeden

He's sent her flowers, and not just a grocery-store bouquet or the sort of flowers a florist might call "emergency level one". These flowers are at least emergency level five, possibly even emergency level “I-cheated-on-you-with-a-teenage-hooker”.

A Van, A Plane, A Car, and A Bus by Speranza

"She's--kind of my wife," Josh said.

Accidental Metamorphoses by shutterbug_12

Josh had just confessed his best-kept secret of the last four years and he wanted to act on it.

soft sound midnight by heliotropic

Josh comes home to find Donna relaxing in the bathtub with a bottle of wine.

stuck with nowhere to go by perfect_little_fool

“In your apartment,” she recalls, craning her neck back to squint at the sky as they walk. “I think I was changing your bandage on your chest and you, uncharacteristically, became very grateful and thanked me for helping you. Then you made some comment about how if you were stranded on a desert island one of the things you’d want with you was, well, me.”

Josh is looking at her, but she’s pointedly not looking at him. For reasons. “Because you’d be the one to get us off of it,” he finishes, nodding his head like he remembers the exact conversation. It’s few and far between that Josh illuminates his feelings about her, even if they’re strictly professional and platonic, but when he does it feels nothing short of a miracle.

Her heart is pounding again. “Yeah. You’re lucky to have me.”

(or, the one that asks and answers: what if it was only Josh and Donna who'd been left behind by the motorcade? just the two of them?)

#donna x josh #josh x donna #fic rec list

[letskidnapsenpai]

Tamaki, Bakugou, Kirishima, Iida with chubby s/o

Fandom - Boku no hero academia/My hero academy

Pairings - Tamaki x fem!reader, pro hero!Bakugou x fem!reader, pro hero!Kirishima x fem!reader

Type - Headcanons

Warning - Smut, metions of body shaming, metions of bullying

Author's note - I promise I'll do the valentine HC as fast as I can, but I'm just not in the mood rn 🥺 Also please don't come at me for saying they would prefer chubby girl and please don't be sad if you're skinny or don't have the things I'm talking about, it's just headcanons! 🥺💖 Also I can't explain why but I love prohero!Katsuki and prohero!Kirishima, I don't know why just adult mature Kiri is 👀 Also why does this feel like appreciation post for Kiri's muscles? 😳 This was supposed to be purely innocent.. But Kiri... xD I don't write smut, where did all this appear from? 😳 I go to Christian School and my english teacher said she wants to read something I wrote when I said I like writing in English... I think this would be perfect for it xD 💖

• He'll love chubby girlfriend, he loves how soft you are

• Your thighs are definitely his favourite pillow, he loves sleeping with his head on your lap while you comb through his hair and massage his scalp

• When he can't lay on your thighs, he'll make pillow out of your stomach, he'll prefer if you don't have shirt or if you roll it up so he can feel how warm and soft your skin is against his cheek or kiss your stomach

• He loves grabbing your body, nobody would expect the shy sweetheart to do so, but he loves grabbing your thighs or your hips

• He wants you to sit on his face,squeeze his head with your soft thighs and tug on his hair while he's making you feel good

• Seeing your beautiful body on top of him while you ride him makes him finish almost instantly, he'll desperately grab your hips and ass and practically whatever he can get his hands on

• If somebody dares to say something about his beautiful bunny, he'll protect you, he'll frown and try to defend you, explaining how beautiful your body is and how it's not nice to body shame somebody he's so sweet I love him soo much 😌

• Also the rest of Big three is protecting you now, so whenever you're somewhere and Tamaki isn't there, Mirio and Nejiro will protect you from any rude people and defend you

• If you start feeling insecure, he'll make sure to show you how much he loves your body by covering you in kisses and soft touches, when it's about you being sad, his shyness goes away because he has to prove you how awesome you are

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• Kiri is strong man and he sure can handle chubby lady

• He is tall and very buff, which means that you'll look small next to him even if you're chubby and he loves the contrast between his hard body and your softness and squishyness

• He loved your curves, he'll love running his hands over them when you lay next to him on bed

• He also loves when you sit on his lap or sleep on top of him, somehow the feeling of your weigh on his is conforming

• He loves your wide hips, he has breeding kink and seeing how perfect is your body for carrying children is extremely attractive and huge turn on for him

• He loves manhandling you, he loves how he can easily lift you and slam you against wall, pick you up on the kitchen counter or throw you into the bed due to how strong he is

• The way you crush his head with those thunder thighs when he's eating you out makes his eyes roll back everytime and it's what makes him love going down on you, plus those sweet sounds you make

• And that ass? He'll grab or smack it everytime he goes around you, plus he'll love spanking you during sex and it's doesn't matter if it's punishment or just few spanks while he's railing you from behind

• If somebody dares to say something about his beautiful girl, he'll tell them that they just can't handle chubby lady, but if they don't stop, he'll take them to the ground with one punch

• He doesn't care what will others think about pro hero attacking somebody, he won't let anybody insult his beautiful girl

• If you start feeling insecure he'll tell you the million reasons why he loves you and why he thinks your body is perfect, then he'll make sure to remaind you how much he loves you body by completely destroying you, letting you cum only after you admit that your body is beautiful

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

• Katsuki doesn't care about body type, he doesn't have preference in body type so he doesn't care if you're chubby, however he loves boobs

• And he loves your boobs, he likes your thighs and ass too, but your boobs are just perfect for him

• He loves biting and sucking your nipples, or marking your boobs, he'll make sure everyone can see his marks everytime you wear something where your cleavage is visible

• He comes behind you and squeeze your boobs randomly during the day, making you throw your head back with loud breath, if you rock your hips into his, it might turn into something more

• If you give him boob job he'll cum embarrassingly fast, but can you blame him when your boobs are squeezing his dick so nicely

• He also love boobs in non-sexual way, he loves sleeping with his head on your chest while having his hand over your breast, it's just comforting for him

• If somebody dares to say some mean remark about your body, Bakugou will try to murder them and you'll have to drag him away, he's aggressive enough normally, but when it comes to somebody body shaming you? He sees red in seconds

• If you start feeling insecure, he'll try to tell you about how beautiful you are, but we know he isn't the best at talking so he'll probably just kiss your body, saying that he loves it and then show you how much he loves you in bed

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

• Like Kiri, he's tall and buff my man's build like rectangle which means you look small next to him

• He likes chubby girls, everybody thinks it's because they look more mature, but the reality is that he loves those hips made for breeding kink and that perfect ass

• He loves spanking you so much, he'll study with you and if you answer wrong, you get spank he also loves spanking you as a punishment for something

• He's kinda rough during sex, so you'll have his hand prints on your hips from when he held you while ravishing you from back

• He also likes marking you, but not on visible places, it's usually on ass or thighs, and he'll have fun watching you squirm on chair because it hurts to sit with those bruises

• But he'll also make sure you're healthy, so he'll make you eat more healthier, not because he wants you to lose weight, but so you won't have any problems

• If somebody says something mean towards your body, he'll lecture them about how inappropriate it is to body shame somebody and how your body is perfectly fine

• If you start feeling insecure, he'll tell you how beautiful you are and tell you some facts, like how men are more attracted to women with wider hips because it means fertility and stuff like that.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha #my hero acadamy #boku no academia #bnha imagines #bnha smut #bakugou smut #iida smut #kirishima smut #tamaki smut #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou headcanons #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima headcanon #tamaki x y/n #tamaki amajiki #mha tamaki #tamaki x reader #bnha tamaki #tenya iida x reader #iida tenya #mha iida #bnha iida #iida fluff

[neonponders]

This isn’t what @memes-saved-me had in mind for this post but lol (read their tags, they’re delightful) 

Thinking about a younger Billy and an older Steve today ✨

✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨

Billy scratched at the hair on his nape. He wanted to grow it out; really had always wanted long hair. And now, as he peered at the other sophomores trying to fluff themselves bigger to match the juniors and seniors, he just might.

Long hair was in. Mullets, rock star manes, extensions - even the opposite. Women with buzz cuts and pixie faux hawks. Pleasant little surprises in Hawkins, Indiana, and Billy might finally indulge in that.

Plenty in this town was backwards as all hell. Girls wearing white stockings like it was the fifties. Boys and girls alike clearly letting having learned hair styling from their out-of-date parents. Two girls with beehives sat in his English class.

But it was fine, because there was plenty of present-day styling, and Billy wouldn’t get any shit at home for matching his peers.

Cherry Lane. The most backwards spot in Indiana.

But that’s okay, too, because small town people need occupations. Parties.

A cool senior with teased, black hair walked right up to him and handed him a neon orange sheet of paper. He saw others holding similar invitations all day. 

Party on Friday night. Address, dress code, and everything.

Caught him by surprise, that a dress code would be needed for one of these things, but the invitation just said ~casual attire~ and someone in his Advanced Biology class told him that Tina hosts the best shin digs, often with costume themes.

So he went. The late summer evening was still humid as all hell, making the party split between the massive house and the matching yard a convenient way to start a weekend.

He’d had alcohol before. Enough to know he preferred tequila drinks over vodka and gin, but the safest way to wake up the next day was to just stick to beer. No matter how bitter or sharply carbonated some of it was made.

Maybe that’s why he heard people hollering about King Steve.

Keg stands weren’t original to Hawkins, but Billy preferred them next to a bonfire on a beach. But people were really yelling for this king to do the damn thing - 

“Steve, why are you even here? You graduated in May,” Tina’s voice cut through the din.

“I live down the street! You really think you’re making this much noise without me noticing? And all of you shut the hell up! I’ll do a keg stand the day one of you dip shits can actually beat my record.”

Another surprise:

Steve Harrington.

Billy’s dumb luck had him three years behind, so he couldn’t look at that face in the hallways. Sit behind that head of glossy, bouncy hair in European History. He still lived in town, apparently. Right down the street. Billy asked around and discovered he worked at the mall and attended the community college -

“Heard you been asking about me.”

Billy stared wide-eyed over his beer. He recovered quickly, but not before Steve bounced on the balls of his feet, smug. That hair was really distracting.

These people really gossip about everything.

“I didn’t think anybody actually went by a title like that.”

“I didn’t put it on my resume, that’s for sure.” Steve’s smirk grew into a smile. Christ, the guy really had that Indiana, home town handsome thing to his face.

That was dangerous. Billy’s gut told him so, the way it bruised like someone had poked it. And wanted to be poked again.

“Let’s do this properly. Steve.” He held his hand out.

It wasn’t queer to accept a handshake. “Billy,” he replied.

“Hargrove?”

“Jesus,” he scoffed involuntarily, releasing Steve’s large hand. His weight shifted over his feet. “Everybody knows everything here.”

“Not everything,” Steve said. His voice sounded...reassuring? But the way his eyes blinked...and a darkness slipped behind his eyes like a curtain. Adults liked to call it maturity. Wisdom beyond years. Billy called it ghosts. Everyone had ghosts behind their eyes. But...he had a hard time imagining what ghosts this pretty senior in suburban America would already have.

Then again, Billy knew better.

Except, as the party progressed and the weekend flowed into a new week, Billy really couldn’t imagine what made Steve slouch a little, and what made his eyes fade out of a conversation. Billy probably should have put more attention into how much he’d begun seeking the guy out.

He worked in the ice cream parlor at the mall. The uniform was equal measures ridiculous and hilarious, but his coworker was cool as hell. Robin. Not Steve’s girlfriend, even though they carpooled to work and community college.

Steve’s house proved just as luxurious as Tina’s, with a pool to boot. A house which supposedly stayed empty more often than it hosted its own family. Steve notoriously didn’t host parties, which....seemed uniquely odd.

Apart from Billy visiting the ice cream shop, it seemed Steve’s only other visitors were high school freshman. Which was weird. That’s weird, right? Then again, Billy was ball and chained to eight hours a day, five days a week to high school. There was plenty of time for Steve to be with friends his own age.

Except he showed up at the next party on Halloween.

Tina’s house boasted a surprising number of Hawkins graduated seniors, forcing the party all the way out onto the street.

Just like before, Steve manifested beside Billy, announcing himself with fingertips brushing his slowly growing, weak little mullet. “Growing that out?”

Steve’s already heavy eyelids were heavier with alcohol. Billy had his customary cup of beer, but his cheeks flushed for a different reason. He had to rub the back of his neck to make the tickle stop.

“Yeah. Maybe it’ll touch my shoulders next year.”

“Have you trimmed it?”

Billy frowned at him. He’d heard some things come out of Steve’s mouth that were endearing in a ‘bless his heart’ kind of way, and this was among them. “No, that defeats the point of making it longer.”

Steve shook his head and waved for him to follow. “Come here. I’ll trim it.”

“You’re not cutting my hair,” Billy scoffed. And followed.

Upstairs.

Billy did his best not to look around the living room; to see any eyes apart from the ones he imagined on his backside. He followed at a leisurely pace. Not eager to be with King Harrington anywhere...

The guy walked right into the closed master bedroom. Billy stood outside of it, stunned at his audacity and the fact that no one was inside it already - 

“You coming?”

Billy’s not a coward -

Actually he is. But he’s an overeager sophomore with a dangerous crush even more.

Steve dug through the master bathroom’s drawers until he found a pair of scissors in their own case. “Sit on the tub.”

By tub, he meant jacuzzi edge. Billy perched. Steve gripped his shoulder to step into the tub with a comb that smelled of foreign hair product and aftershave. Billy’s nose wrinkled. “Wash that first.”

Then he jumped at the tub faucet turning on right beside his ass. Steve laughed. “Chill out. I’m washing it.”

Billy settled with a disgruntled shake of his head. “My hair is curly. You’re not supposed to brush it at all.”

“You’re in the hands of The Hair Harrington, sweetheart. Just relax.”

His shoulders sagged right underneath the weight of sweetheart.

I’m so screwed - 

Of all people to show up in the doorway, Robin from Scoops showed up with an energy that insinuated more sobriety than the guy wielding scissors.

Her mouth hung open like she had come with something to say, but then she sputtered through laughter. “Oh shit. Are you consenting to this?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “If he cuts my ear, I’m beating his ass.”

“I’d appreciate more faith from you, Buckley. I cut your bangs for you.”

Billy chirped, “Really?” admittedly feeling a bit better.

Steve intercepted with the order, “Are you gonna play music or what? I’m so tired of Tina’s music.”

That’s how Billy wound up in a bathroom with college freshmen trimming his ends and styling his hair while Steve and Robin shout-sang to Whitney Houston.

It was great.

Steve curled the top of his hair so he had ringlets falling over his bold brows. Steve, who had his hands all over Billy’s head until he washed the hair down the drain and filled the tub for a bubble bath. Billy scrutinized himself with a handheld mirror until Steve wrapped his arms around him and they tumbled backward into the wet landing.

Tina was hardly pleased to find the three of them making a mess of the jacuzzi, but she sassed a quick thank you for warding off people trying to fuck in her parents’ bed. Billy didn’t have words; only laughter at Robin putting her hair into a wet mohawk and Steve piling bubbles onto his head.

Steve insisted they go back to his house afterward. “It’s November and we’re soaked. Your car will be fine. I can come back and park it in my driveway if you’re that worried.”

That wasn’t the problem.

“It’s fine that your parents are never home, but mine will only recently lifted my curfew for good behavior.”

Somehow, he convinced Steve and Robin to drive him back to his house, at the expense of letting them change at Steve’s first. Billy had his eyes on a beautiful Camaro and was just a few more months of allowance and part time jobs away from having her.

It was his first time in Steve’s house. He had to admit, he preferred Tina’s layout and decor, but he got to wander around. He saw Robin use one of the guest rooms. He saw Steve’s....incredibly boring room. And said as much.

“A prison cell has more personality.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Are you ready to go?”

It wasn’t until Billy lay in his own bed that those words tumbled through his brain. His fingertips moved through his still-styled hair. It felt better with those dead ends gone. Steve did a good job. Steve liked Whitney Houston and Blondie and a little of everything, really. Steve cared about his appearance enough to be a self-taught stylist.

Steve didn’t have a lot of furniture in his room. Clutter on the dresser and desk, sure, but all of it monochrome or neutral colors. Steve who had an old BMW, house, and surely a bank account to match, but didn’t buy anything in excess. Like he wasn’t allowed to, or something. Billy indulged every scent he got on things he wanted, but Steve didn’t.

Steve had a nailed bat in his trunk. Billy heard it rolling around on their way back to his house, and finally bent over to look under the seats and saw it.

Steve was a walking contradiction. A contradiction who smelled good but didn’t say much when Billy and Robin talked about history. Who started giving Billy free ice cream but never asked about Billy’s stepsister. Who gave Billy rides and gave him the hookup to the high-paying neighbors of Loch Nora for mowed lawns and dogs walked.

Steve helped him get his car sooner than he would’ve otherwise but didn’t ask for anything in return.

Steve, who was always available for a good time, but looked sad when left with his thoughts.

Billy didn’t take well to not being the center of attention. He’d grown up with an interrogation lamp over his head, and sought positive interaction everywhere else. He got so much of it from Steve, that the occasions where Steve bumped against him...refused him, or ignored him, or reminded Billy that he was a rinky dink sophomore lit a match in his belly. And he’d swallowed gasoline for too much of his life.

“That’s something a virgin says.”

Billy couldn’t even remember what he’d just said. He was already, instantly, seeing the glow of embers on the fringe of his vision. “Excuse me?”

Steve shrugged as he got up from his couch. “It’s whatever. It’s fine. Just showing your hand, is all.”

Billy couldn’t believe it. Steve was either the biggest idiot in Hawkins - which he knew wasn’t true considering there was a real cesspool that smoked underneath the bleachers - or he was so far in denial that Billy had a whole new reason to be pissed.

An involuntary sound left Steve when Billy came up behind him and pushed him against the wall underneath the stairs.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Billy wasn’t some cute sophomore. He stood toe to toe with Steve, barely an inch shorter. If this is what it took for Steve to realize that, fine.

To realize that Billy wasn’t some teenager scared shitless of a girls’ bra -

Steve regained his footing, and closed the distance between their mouths. It was small, soft, and brief. Rationality should have made Billy step away. Punch him, maybe. But Billy wasn’t rational. His shock held him statuesque, barely breathing while Steve moved a hand to cradle the side of his head and neck -

A sound left Billy this time, as Steve angled his mouth over Billy’s. Where he learned Billy was scared, so scared of Steve. His body dashed rationality against the wall and kissed him back tentatively, and then earnestly, just trying to keep up until Steve’s other hand framed him in. As Steve pushed against him until Billy walked backwards to have himself pressed against the wall.

He felt drunk as his hands let go of Steve’s shirt to hold onto the curvature of his ribs. He panted while Steve kissed his throat and washed Billy’s senses with his warm, sweet fragrance; his hair brushing Billy’s face and inspiring him to turn his face into Steve’s scalp. Inhale him into his lungs.

Billy didn’t know what game they were playing. But Steve outplayed him.

#are we in the present day or the 80s? who knows #harringrove #younger billy with s3+ steve #ficlet #neonponders #memes-saved-me #pondermoniums #a sprinkling of #virgin!billy #this got long lol #i wanted to write more but i like this ending #for now? #i have things I need to do lol #i'm sorry for the abrupt ending

[namjoonswifey99]

Stop Playing Pt.2

Erik Killmonger X Reader 

Warnings: Profanity Fighting Erik Being Erik Possessiveness Usage of the N Word I can say it because I’m African American

Author Notes : I’ll Be posting part 3 in a couple days please be patient.

Y/N went back to her dorm wondering what she was going to wear for the party tonight. She wasn't about to be scared away because Erik was being overprotective. While walking into her dorm she runs into Jasmine. “ Hey girl so you're coming with me to the party tonight. It'll be fun.” Jasmine says grinning from ear to ear. “ Yea ill be going to meet you there”. Y/N always felt like Jasmine was up to something but just hasn't put her finger on it.  Jasmine has always been weird, always asking where Erik is. She’s been begging Y/N to give her Erik number all week but she hasn't because it's not her place to be giving out his number. “ Why can't we go together to save so much time if you know what I mean.” Jasmine says with a smirk on her face.

“Nah im good ill see you there”. Y/N said grabbing her stuff to  get in the shower. Jasmine then looked at her and left muttering under her breath. Y/N just looked at her and pay her any attention. 

While Y/N was getting ready for the party Erik was hanging with his friends at apartment. “ I just can't wait till this party man, it's going to be some fine ass women are going.”  Corey said. Corey and Erik have been friends since middle school; they were practically brothers. “ Nigga who you telling i heard from around they way fine ass Y/N going.” Eriks other friend Kareem said. They've been friends since junior year in high school. “ Nigga what did you just say”. Everybody in that room just knew that Kareem just fucked up. 

Erik's other friends looked at Kareem in a way to tell him to don't say anything that's going to get him fucked up. But did Kareem listen, no he didn’t him and Erik has the same type of mouth. “ I said fine ass Y/N is going to be there.” Kareem looked at Erik not really caring . “ You must want me to beat yo ass “. Erik dropped the controller on the floor and stood up ready to fight. “ You wanna fight over a female that's not yours”. Kareem also stood up ready to fight. Next thing you see is Erik punching Kareem in the face then another and another. Everybody in the room jumped up to break up the fight. Kareem was trying to keep up with the punches but couldn't, he fell to the floor. “ What was that nigga huh I couldn’t hear you”. Erik said while punching Kareem with every word he said. 

“ Let him up Erik come on let him up he had enough” Corey said trying to pull him off Kareem. Erik wasn't stopping but Corey and Trent grabbed Erik held him down until he calmed down. “ Man let me go I ain’t gonna touch the nigga no more”. Erik said while trying to get up he didn't like being held face down. “ Man you got to promise not to touch him” Corey looked at him with a glare. “ Man i ain’t go touch him ight''. Erik said while still on the floor.

Kareem on the other hand was trying to get up with the help of Domonic and Trevante. “ Man i can't believe you hit me over a girl”. Kareem looked shocked he would've never thought Erik would do that. “ Nah nigga you and everybody in this bitch know not disrespect Y/N”. Erik said while finally getting up. “ Man you cant tell when a nigga joking”. Kareem said while looking for some ice in the freezer. “ Nah joking or not I don’t play when it comes to her”. Erik said, grabbing the controller to restart the game. “ Man yall niggas are crazy man crazy as hell”. Corey said grabbing a blunt and relighting it. Erik then grabs his phone to text Y/N.

Erik: I hope you not going to that party i mean that Y/N

My Soulmate: Why Erik i am certainly am sorry to disappoint

Erik; Y/N i mean that you should be home 

My Soulmate: And why would i be home 

Erik : cause i'll be there duh

My Soulmate: Erik i know you are not using my feelings towards you against me right now 

Erik : Y/N I would never

My Soulmate: No really fuck you ERIK dont say shit to me bitch 

Erik: Y/N dont call me a bitch 

Y/N

Dont make me pull up it wont be nice 

My Soulmate: Pull up then 

Erik could not believe Y/N was being so bold right now this is not like her. But it's one thing Erik is gonna do is show her better than he can tell her.

What you guys think I really need Feedback on this. I will greatly appreciate it.

#erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger #erik stevens #woc reader #black panther

[i-like-it-when-ju-sleeps]

I am the Apocalypse (Part 3)

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sarah (OC)

Summary:  Takes place during Chicago Fire 3x18. Sarah is a doctor at Med and in a long term relationshp with Jay. She is at Med when the grenade goes off.

Part 1

Part 2 

The next hour was spent trying to help as many people as they could but at this point, they had seen everybody who needed to be seen and people were just really playing the waiting game. Sarah looked at the woman who was in the room with Hermann and came in, deciding to check on them.

“What you got?” She asked the two and Hermann answered instead of the woman.

“We need to patch in your boyfriend” he stated grimly, and the young woman nodded, getting her phone out.

“He was working with Marburg.” Sarah told the blonde woman as she listened to Jay’s information. “He injected himself with it.”

“What's Marburg?” Hermann asked.

“It's a viral hemorrhagic fever. The Soviets developed it as a biological weapon. Ask them which strain of the Marburg virus.”

“Yeah, which strain?” Sarah transmitted over the phone and listened intently before answering the woman. “Raven.”

“Okay. All right. Okay, so now I just have to see if he was past the incubation period and actually infectious.” She stated clearly and the doctor and the firefighter looked at her expectantly.  

“And if he was past the incubation period?” Hermann asked worriedly.

“It means Aleem was a walking biological weapon.” Diane announced and the three of them shared a look before glancing at all of the people outside.

“Alright,” Sarah sighed “Keep me posted, okay?” she asked the other woman before returning outside the room.  The ER was still dark and filled with smoke, people anxiously waiting against the walls. Right now, there was nothing left to do but wait, as everyone who could be treated had already been taken care of. Sarah sighed and sat down, a feeling of tiredness taking ahold of her now that she knew she couldn’t do anything more to help. She leaned against the wall and let her head fall backwards, a feeling of dizziness taking over and her head pounding. She lifted her hand to her forehead, where blood was coming out when the explosion happened. There was still fresh blood on the wound but it was not bleeding too much; She refused to believe that it was something serious. Still, she felt a bit nauseous but blamed it on the lack a clean air rather than a mild head injury. Will, noticing that she looked a bit pale, crouched in front of her and she perked up, looking at his concerned features.

“You okay?” he asked motioning to her forehead.

“Yeah….” She sighed “I’m fine. Just hit my head during the explosion.” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“And you still ran around for the past couple of hours? Not checking if it was serious?” Will frowned. She felt like a child being scolded.

“You know I’m a doctor, right?” she chuckled quietly. “If it really was serious, I would have noticed. I just felt dizzy because I’ve been on my feet for hours that’s all”

The man in front of her rolled his eyes and got a small light out of his pocket, checking her eyes.

“You could have a concussion, seriously you…”

“Seriously I’m fine stop fussing over me” Sarah cut him off, a little annoyed. She hated when people treated her as if she were made out of glass, and she did not want to have someone taking care of her when so many were in worse shape that she was. Still, she let Will grab bandages and securing one on her forehead, where the wound was finally stopping to bleed.

The young brunette stood up with a sigh once he was done, aware that he was still looking at her carefully, when movement got their attention. Hermann had just gotten out of the room with Diane Claman and wore a solemn expression.

“What is it?” Matt Casey asked worriedly from behind the two doctors.

“Not contagious” Hermann told everyone, a grin breaking onto his face. Sarah’s eyes widened slightly, and she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“Influenza A tested positive, but the Marburg virus didn't have time to incubate. Whatever he had in his body died with him.” Diane then said, her helmet off. The crowd cheered, people letting cries of joy and relief. Sarah turned to Will and the two shared a bone-breaking hug, laughing as a way to let out the stress.

“Open up the ER” Will called out and Otis who was close happily complied. Over his radio, Matt informed the chief that it was all clear and cheers could be heard outside. Sarah looked over at Gabby who was still siting with the older man, Jim. She approached them and gave Gabby a side hug before looking at Jim.

“Ready to pull that thing out and get out of here?” She asked with smile and the man nodded gratefully. The two women helped him sit on a wheelchair and watched as a nurse started guiding him towards another part of the hospital. Before he left, he latched onto Gabby’s arm, thanking her for everything. Gabby blushed slightly and brushed it off quickly, watching him leave.

“You know” Sarah said watching her with a smile. “I still remember when you wanted to become a doctor”

“I sure have gone a long way, haven’t I?” Gabby answered with the same small smile.

“Yeah you have.” Sarah chuckled and gave her another hug.

“You know we still all miss you at the firehouse… You sure you don’t want to come back?” she joked

“As much as I miss all of you, I guess I was always meant to be there.” Sarah sighed looking over her shoulder at the doctors and nurses of Chicago Med who were walking around helping people out. Gabby was about to say something else when a very worried Jay made his way towards his girlfriend. He took a few long steps and engulfed the girl into his arms. Gabby left quietly, not wanting to disturb the two as Sarah’s arms went around her lover’s torso, burying her face into his neck. As they broke the hug, Jay’s hand went to her face, his eyes widening slightly at the blood on her forehead.

“It’s nothing” she reassured him with a soft smile. “I’m fine I promise”. Jay let out a deep sigh looking her in the eyes to make sure she was telling the truth before nodding and taking her into his arms again. As they broke their second hug, Will put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and Jay turned to him, giving him also a tight hug.

It took them a long time to actually transport everyone to different wings of the hospital. Every member of the staff that had been in the explosion had been dismissed, but none of them had actually left, helping around as much as they could. Once the day was over, and every patient had been looked after, Sarah tiredly walked into the resting room, only to find Hannah Tramble, sitting down on the ground, tears in her eyes, and Will’s hand placed on her knee in an attempt to comfort her. Sarah gave the two a week smile, sitting cross legged across from them.

“One hell of a first day huh?” she asked Will, although her tone made it clear that she wasn’t expecting an answer. It was a dark question to end a dark day.

 Sarah had finally been able to go home and shower, to wash away the grime, dust and blood from the day. As she wiped the fog on her mirror, she took a look at her reflection. She looked pale, her skin contrasting with her dark brown hair, but also with the purple under her eyes. And on the top of her forehead, hidden among her hairline, there was a purple bruise, on which stood a red angry line. The young woman sighed before concealing her eye bags, applying a bit of makeup and going to her bedroom.

Jay sat on the edge of the bed, simply waiting for her to come out. He hadn’t really been able to talk to her since this morning, as both of them had been busy. He looked up as she entered the room, noticing the tired eyes of his girlfriend.

“We don’t have to go out, you know?” he said quietly “We could stay here and rest if you want to.”

“It’s fine” Sarah answered softly “Everyone is going out and I really need something normal today.” she explained.

Jay stood up and walked towards her, stopping only and inch from her. She could feel his breath as he looked at her, his hand slowly grabbing hers.

“I was so worried about you. When I heard, I hoped that you weren’t there. I just…” he struggled to find his next words, so he settled for simpler ones that he thought conveyed his feelings as best as possible. “I love you”

“I love you too” Sarah answered with a conviction in her eyes that made Jay smile. Jay’s hand rose towards her cheek, touching it as if she was the most precious thing in the world, before their lips connected, a way for them to express what their words couldn’t.

At Molly’s, the couple stood with their friends, beers in hand and laughing around when Chief Boden called for everyone’s attention. The room fell silent, looking at him as he spoke.

“Just a quick word.” He explained “Wanna take a moment and let you all get back to the fine cocktails that they serve here at Molly's.”

“Keep talking, Chief.” Hermann interrupted, which made everyone chuckle.

“To the good people at Chicago Med.” He said, raising his beer slightly. “You made us proud today. And we are very grateful for the service that you do for us and for the city. It's not said enough.” He told us, looking over at the different doctors, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you, Chief.” Sharon Goodwin answered for all of the staff that was here. “We want you all to know that every time those doors crash open, there are good people, strong people, people at the top of their game ready on the other side.”

With that being said, everyone raised their drinks, a distinct “hear, hear” to end and terrible day on a good note, surrounded by family.

Sarah leaned into Jay as they spoke to Brett, Mills and Will, and she stopped listening to the conversation for a minute, taking a moment to appreciate being surrounded by people she loved, and she smiled to herself, enjoying the beautiful moment she was living after a terrible day. She had hope that no matter how bad everything could get, she’d always get better.

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #One Chicago #Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #chicago med #chicago pd imagine #chicago med imagine #one chicago imagine #OC #fanfic

[outrunningthedark]

I actually just wrote an essay in which the given theme was "compulsory maternity," and your points are just perfect. Girls are raised to believe that their purpose in life is to have a child and raise them up, and they would only be complete ― they would only be "real women" ― if they have a child.

One of the things I based my opinion on was Plato's famous quote: "should not bear children those who don't want to take the trouble to raise and educate them" (tbh I don't know if that's the phrase in English, it's just a free translation but that's the idea), and it was funny just how I thought about a few characters when I wrote it, and Shannon was one of them. Sure thing, some people do not want to have children and hate to be a mother or a father ― but that's on them, not on the kid. Never on the kid.

And Shannon blames her absence and neglect on Christopher, and it got me so pissed from the very start. If she doesn't want/like to be a mother, that's fine ― it's her life and her problems and her choices, so whatever ― but saying that she needs a break because her son is overwhelming and exhausted, clearly putting the blame on his condition? That's just... Argh.

I appreciate that you took the time to read my answer about how society puts mothers on a pedestal, nonnie! I'm also happy to know our opinions line up. <3 I made my most recent post about Shannon directly after re-watching the clip and found myself seething. Not even at Shannon, is the thing! I truly cannot comprehend how those comments have gone largely ignored by the fandom as a whole. Well, I *can*, but it's disheartening. If that scene is mentioned or giffed, it's because they want to swoon over the hug and make sure everybody KNOWS Eddie said she "didn't do anything wrong". Umm, considering what we heard from Eddie's own mouth after Shannon's death re: "I forgave her for everything, and it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough.", dare I say him defending her wasn't so much about truly absolving her of blame and guilt because he *believed it*, but hoping that if he said "the right thing", she'd stop running? 🤔 "He must hate me...Because I did this to him." Doesn't it just spell out out loud and clear what Shannon thinks of Christopher's condition when she assumes he hates her for "making" him have cerebral palsy, instead of, I don't know, the fact that she left when she couldn't handle him anymore? Abandoned by his biological mother? He'll get over that. The CP, though? What a nightmare! And then the way it just gets worse? There's something "wrong" with her son...she found putting in the work required to get him the care he needed "exhausting" (Welcome to motherhood!)... Shannon needs a "break" because SHE was the one suffering, not her kid who doesn't have the privilege of escaping his disability and WAS STILL LEARNING HOW TO COPE AT SIX YEARS OLD. The entire sequence is dis-gust-ing and I do not mess with people who can't understand why.

#anonymous #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #christopher diaz #shannon diaz

[coldmorte]

Hey! I really really like your blog and all the Dutch content, and I read your posts on Molly and Dutch and I just felt like sharing my thoughts :) If you don’t feel like it, just ignore this

I like Molly, even though I agree that she’s very much a snob and very paranoid at times.

It’s always felt very clear to me that Molly really, truly loves Dutch. And love makes you do stupid, desperate things (just look at Arthur).

Molly’s interaction with Abigail is about Dutch’s love for Molly, not the other way around. It’s Abigail saying that Dutch doesn’t love her and Molly lashing out (probably to protect herself from the truth).

This is brought up again in An Honest Mistake, when she talks to Arthur about Dutch, questioning how Dutch seems to him. When Molly says, “I really love him, you know,” Arthur averts his eyes and doesn’t look at her. I’ve always seen this as Arthur knowing Dutch doesn’t love her in the way Molly wants him to, if he loves her at all.

I’ve always seen Dutch as being kind of ahead of his time when it comes to certain progressive ideas (especially as it pertains to race), but when it comes to women, he’s very much a product of his his time. The way he talks about them and to/at them, whether it’s Molly or Abigail or Mary-Beth or Sadie, is often either dismissive or condescending.

While he doesn’t outright say it, the way he acts around the women at camp has always left me feeling like he prefers women (at least the ones he takes an actual interest in) to fit into the roles society has carved out for them; they have to be beautiful and docile and romantic-minded for him to take an interest.

You’ve said yourself, that Dutch deals with a lot of self doubt and that stems from wanting to be seen as a great and powerful man, who the people in camp can look up to, and women (especially young women) were (and to some degree stil is) seen as symbols of status. Molly is a beautiful woman from a wealthy family; she could have anyone she wanted, and she chose Dutch and ran away with him, leaving her old life behind – that’s the ultimate powermove on Dutch’s part.

I’ve always thought of Dutch as a romantic, the way he talks about love and how it’s the one thing worth living for, and I believe that he may have at some point actually loved Molly or at least convinced himself that he did, but the second he grows tired of her and realises that he doesn’t actually love her, he’s moving on to another, younger woman.

His inner romantic and his ego and need to be perceived as powerful are at odds with each other, and as the game progresses we see how his romantic and kind side wilt under the weight and pressure of his responsibilities as a leader and his need to be perceived as powerful and a great leader.

Those are my thoughts at least :)

Hello!

Thank you for the ask and the kind words! That really does mean a lot!! 💜💜💜

I am very grateful for your message, and no!!!! I don’t want to ignore it!! That wouldn’t be very fair of me, as I feel like you bring up some good points to discuss. Also, I appreciate the respect in your message and for taking the time to write so much out! I’d be happy to give you some of my time in return 🥰

(Warning: SPOILERS below)

I’m going to take your points one at a time here. So, starting with liking Molly, it’s totally fine! I don’t want to be too negative on my blog, and I don’t want people to feel like they have to think the same way I do. That wouldn’t be any fun, so it does make me happy that you can enjoy her character. I don’t want to take that away from you!! By all means, love her to your heart's content!!! ❤️

Furthermore, though I don’t personally like Molly, I don’t think she was a truly bad person. Just like every other character in the game, she had flaws and made mistakes. I primarily wish I could have gotten to know her better because she was presented during a very dark time in her life. I feel like this affected my perception of her, and I might have seen her differently, if I had gotten the chance to interact more with her character (especially outside of the RDR2 timeframe). Everybody deserves not only to love somebody, but everybody also deserves to have faith that the person they love can truthfully say the same back to them. I felt bad that Molly died such an unhappy, loveless death.

About the love Molly had for Dutch, I agree that she loved him. My point in bringing up infatuation was to primarily highlight the reason and the degree to which she honestly loved him. Did Molly love Dutch for the man he was, or for the idea of the man he was? Maybe, it was a mix? I am not sure there is enough information to give a conclusive answer to this (as I somewhat mentioned before).

To be fair, the same thing could (and should) be asked of Dutch. Did he truly love her, or did he just love the idea of having her at his side? Again, it would be fascinating to see the early part of their relationship. It would answer a LOT of questions. You mention that Dutch arguably saw Molly as a symbol of status, and I agree that it was very plausible. I think, to some degree, both Molly and Dutch saw each other as being favorable for what they represented, unfortunately.

In regard to the interaction between Molly and Abigail, I realize my response was unclear about this (that’s my bad). I'll try to write it better here, but this is really complicated to put into words! I'll do my best!!

What I said was that Molly got angry at people she “perceived” as challenging her love (this was subjective to her POV and not necessarily reflective of true reality). My original answer was not objective (nor was it meant to be - I was trying to write this part from her POV), and there are a few layers I want to analyze here. First of all, from an objective perspective, you are correct. The conversation between them was ultimately about Dutch not loving Molly the way she wanted to be loved. However, the first thing Molly did was state to Abigail that she loved Dutch. If she didn’t see this point as being in question, why did she feel the need to immediately justify it before saying anything else? To me, it seemed like she needed to actively prove that she loved him to others.

This was also seen with Karen and Arthur. The conversations with Karen were confusing because they didn’t have much context, but perhaps, that was the point - to show the extent of Molly’s paranoia (in other words, that there was no context and that she was imagining Karen to be against her out of insecurity). Molly continually complained that Karen said bad things about her, and she insisted that she not only loved Dutch, but that he loved her as well. Then, as you mention, Molly emphasized to Arthur that SHE loved Dutch (it was not directly about his love for her). Again, by constantly having to profess her feelings, it was as if she thought people were doubting her on some level.

But here is where the contradiction comes in - I believe that Molly was smart enough to know that this doubting wasn't entirely genuine. She knew it was never really her love that she should have been concerned about. Although, by focusing on herself, it was a way to deflect from her insecurity regarding Dutch and the fact that she knew, deep down, he didn’t truly love her (at least, not anymore). That’s why she got so upset when Abigail, for instance, brought this point up. As soon as the conversation shifted from Molly’s love to Dutch’s love, she lashed out and stormed away.

So, to try to summarize this all up, what I am trying to say is that Molly “perceived” challenges to her own state of emotions as a means of shifting away from her concerns about Dutch’s feelings. She knew her "perceptions" were really more like lies to herself. Molly wanted the conversation with Abigail to seem like it was about her because she felt she was more in control of that and could handle it better. From a neutral perspective, the conversation was definitely not about Molly - it was entirely about Dutch, which Molly knew (she just didn’t like Abigail directly pointing it). I hope my response makes more sense? Sorry, if I am still being confusing!

Now, as for Dutch and his progressive ideas, I think a lot of them were formed in his youth. Little information was given about his childhood, but he did seem pretty sensitive about the fact that he grew up fatherless. His dad died in the Civil War (a conflict primarily centered around the issue of slavery and states’ attitudes towards it), while fighting on the side of the Union. One reason Dutch was probably so progressive in regard to race was because of his anger over losing a parent to racially-motivated violence. Racism seemed like a waste of time and life, so he was bitter towards people who still harbored racist sentiments. He knew firsthand how destructive they could be.

Minimal insight was provided into Dutch’s relationship with his mother, other than the fact that it was quite strained and unhappy. He left home at a young age and essentially disowned her. He obviously didn’t keep in touch with her, judging that he didn’t even know she died until years after the fact. Could this have affected his attitude later in life (towards women)?

I suppose it’s possible. Maybe, Dutch would have looked better on women, had he been closer with his mother. I consider his attitude towards women as pretty average for the era. It’s not entirely fair to compare him to Arthur, who was very progressive for the time and definitely above normal standards. As you say, I think Dutch was a product of his time. In RDR2, he didn’t come across as physically abusive, nor did he overtly sexualize women. However, he did seem to expect women to act in a subordinate manner. It's not great (and I certainly do not agree with his attitude), but again, the contemporary standards in regard to gender roles did not exist in 1899.

Lastly, I COMPLETELY agree about Dutch being VERY romantic, sentimental, and idealistic. This wasn’t just limited to interpersonal relationships either - it also fit his entire perspective of America and the values he held dear. Just take a look at some of his quotes:

“The promise of this great nation - men created equal, liberal and justice for all - that might be nonsense, but it’s worth trying for. It’s worth believing in.”

And:

“If we keep on seeking, we will find freedom.”

In the beginning, he had such high hopes and strong faith that he could find a way to live free from social and legislative demands. Compare that to the end, where he started to say things like:

“You can’t fight nature. You can’t fight change.”

And:

“There ain’t no freedom for no one in this country no more.”

Dutch wanted to believe that there was a chance to live free from the threat of control, but as he started to lose people he loved and got closer to losing his own battle, he started to take on a much more cynical tone. He began to realize that his romantic notions and idealistic visions of life were not always obtainable - no matter how hard he tried to reach them - and it broke him. This change in his life outlook was kind of similar to his interpersonal relationships. When he realized they were a lot of work and not always happy/perfect, he seemed to grow frustrated. Love requires a lot of patience and energy. Despite full effort, love still does not always succeed.

Also, I just want to add that I think Dutch knew he had a problem with his pride, but he tried his best to maintain his tough, confident persona because he didn’t want to be perceived as weak. He definitely realized he messed up in putting his pride first in the end, but at that point, it was too late. Whatever was left of his idealistic aspirations in life died with Arthur up on that cliff.

Anyhow, I’ve said more than enough. I’d like to once again thank you for the ask!! I hope my response was worth the time to read and that it makes sense. Feel free to share any more thoughts you may have!!!

~ Faith 💜

#dutch van der linde #Molly o'shea #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #writing #original #Arthur morgan #Abigail marston #karen jones #civil war #quotes #rdr #red dead redemption #dutch apologist #ask #anon #anonymous #(in regard to those types of asks anyway) #htyhtiasmmsibijt #spoilers #unpopular opinion #hot take

[neon-junkie]

Duality - Chpt.4

Summary: There’s a handful of things you hate, like the men who continue to pester you at the Saloon after you’ve told them no, or the way strangers look at you when you decide to wear pants. But the one thing you hate that most is Micah Bell. But if you hate him so much, then why are you allowing him to wrap his hand around your neck as he grinds his crotch down against yours? Is he using you? or are you using him?

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: lots idk its multi-chapter

Rating: NSFW

[First chapter] [next chapter not posted yet]

It's funny how Micah somehow guessed the perfect size for your new lingerie. Maybe he's held you one too many times, making a mental note of how each part of your body feels in his hands. You can picture that vividly, Micah explaining to the tailor that your breast size is "this big," as he holds his hands out in a cupping motion. You pray he hasn't actually done that, but this is Micah Bell, after all. You pull on the laces of your new corset, fastening yourself up, and then shrug a pretty yet simple dress on. Today seems pleasant, well, it looked pleasant when you peered through your tent flaps this morning, groggy and half-asleep. There's nothing wrong with being a little vain, and you enjoy putting extra effort into your appearance today, fitting in your new lingerie like a glove, and dolling yourself up to... do chores... At least you're doing your chores in style!

The effort in your appearance hasn't gone unnoticed, as many camp members throw compliments your way, along with curious pairs of eyes that trail over your figure for a few moments too long, not that you mind. The camp women are particularly kind, not that they aren't to begin with, fussing and gushing over how pretty you look. Maybe this is what you needed? a day to doll yourself up and soak up all the compliments you receive? and maybe you'll do it more often, seeing as you're feeling rather wonderful today. But all good things must come to an end... you find yourself at Pearson's wagon, chopping vegetables for tonight's supper, sliding another batch off your chopping board straight into the stew pot. It's a boring job, but it beats scrubbing laundry for hours on end, constantly feeling defeated as everybody's clothes are so stained that it's impossible to get them clean. As always, you're minding your own business, your head dipped down, focusing on the task at hand. Of course, you don't notice your partner approaching, but your ears perk up as he lets out a long whistle. "My, oh my," Micah comments. "I didn't realize it was my birthday, but I appreciate you dressin' up for such a special occasion," Micah flirts as he trails over, leaning his weight against the table. He's eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, and you notice the way he licks his lips. "Mister Bell," you monotonously greet him, "bold of you to assume I dress for anybody but myself," you jab back. Micah lets out a long and irritating laugh, drawn out for longer than necessary. He peers over his shoulder, checking to see if anybody is nearby, before scooting a little closer to speak directly to you. "Guess you are dressin' for me when you're wearin' the lingerie I brought you," he grins. You double-check your surroundings, and once you're happy with how empty the coast is, you lean across the table, speaking under your breath. "It's a replacement, considering you ruined my last set," you remind him, shaking your head as you speak. Yet again, Micah chuckles. "And I'll ruin this set too," he smirks, and you unfortunately know that's a promise. "And then you'll have to buy another replacement," you tut. "That's fine by me. I ain't short on cash, sweetheart. I'll buy and ruin as many as I like." "I ain't your sweetheart, I told you that last night," you grumble under your breath. You straighten your back, and speak slightly above your normal tone of voice, "now if you'll excuse me, Mister Bell, I'm quite busy here," you brush him off, returning to chopping vegetables. "Oh, I do apologise for taking up your precious time, darlin'," Micah sarcastically replies, raising his hands innocently as he moves his weight off the table. "I'll leave you to it," he says with a soft laugh, then turns heel and wanders back through camp, probably debating which victim to pester next. Your brows furrow as you watch him leave, grumbling to yourself. He knows damn well that neither of you are meant to bring your business into camp, and he especially knows that you're not meant to openly talk about it. Somebody could be lurking nearby, somebody could be on the other side of the wagon, accidentally stumbling upon this juicy piece of information. The camp loves gossip, and something like that would spread like a wildfire. You hate how vividly you can picture it, the faces of everybody scowling your way as they find out that you're sleeping with a pest that you claim to hate. You've had one too many fights with Micah, both inside and outside of camp; imagine how hypocritical people would find you if they suddenly found out that you enjoy his company when nobody else is around. Honestly, what else did you expect? Micah rarely ever keeps his word, and you're surprised that he did when he said he'd buy you replacement lingerie. Oh well, that conversation is done now, and you'll have to keep on your toes around camp, just in case Micah decides to try and pull something stupid on you.

  By the time evening rolls around, your body is exhausted. You've fastened your corset a little too tight this morning, although at the time it felt comfortable. After slipping into something loose and cosy, you start your final chore for today - guard duty. Lenny makes a passing comment about how tonight is quiet and boring, as always, and wishes you luck as he hands you the rifle.

Lenny was right, this is boring. You're currently leaning against a tree on the outskirts of camp, the rifle gripped loosely in your hands; you can feel yourself nodding off, your head dipping and your eyes falling shut. Unlike others, you try to take your jobs seriously, so you push your weight off the tree, doing another lap of the camp in an attempt to wake yourself up.

As you pass by a lantern, you take out your pocket watch, checking how long you have left before you can finally crawl into bed. It's 2am, one hour to go. You make your way down one of the paths leading into camp, eventually dipping off into the trees once you meet the entrance; you never normally trail this far from camp, but why not shake things up a bit?

"Fancy meetin' you out here," Micah comments out of nowhere, making you jump out of your skin, almost dropping your rifle.

"Shit, Micah!" you snap at him, "why you gotta scare me like that?"

"Ain't you on guard duty? you ain't doin' a very good job," he snickers, leaning his weight against a nearby tree, his hands resting on the waistband of his pants. Usually, Micah would rest his hands on his gun belt, but he's stripped of most clothing tonight, wandering around in his simple pants, shirt, and hat.

"I must be more tired than I thought, I'm surprised I didn't notice a buffoon approaching me," you jab back, rolling your eyes at his comment. No doubt, Micah has been stalking you for some time, waiting for the right moment to give you a sudden wakeup call.

"Oh, doll, you poor thing. You want me to go and warm your bed up for you?" Micah taunts, making you grip your rifle tighter. He lets out a chuckle, noticing how angry you look, even through the darkness of the trees.

"What is it with you?" you snap. "Did you really come out here just to pester me?!"

"Mhm," Micah agrees with a nod. He shifts his weight off the tree, taking a few steps over to you, bridging the gap. Before you can swat him away, his hand is pulling at your neckline, peering down your blouse. "Why ain't you wearing the lingerie that I brought you?" he asks, pouting dramatically.

"Off," you command, slapping his hand away. Micah begins to laugh, and without thinking, you slap him across the face, cutting his laughter short.

"Oooh," Micah sighs, giving his cheek a rub. "Not very friendly tonight, are we?"

"I ain't very friendly to anybody who puts their dirty paws on me," you grunt, and turn heel, attempting to walk away. Micah reaches out to take a hold of your wrist, his grip tightening when you try to shake him off. "Doll, I only came out here to let off some steam with you."

"You really think I'm gonna fuck you after that?"

"Yep."

You let out a long, defeated sigh. There are two options presented to you: you can either turn down Micah and let the next hour slowly trail by, bored with nothing to do, or you can enjoy his unwelcomed company, tiring yourself out before bed.

"Alright, but let's make this quick," you agree, pulling your wrist free from Micah's grasp.

There's an awkward pause, both of you staring at each other, as if you've both suddenly forgotten how to initiate sex. Micah then waves his hands about, and orders you to bend over against a nearby tree. "We ain't supposed to do this in camp, that was part of the agreement," you comment.

"This ain't in camp, it's in a forest, sweetheart," Micah corrects you. Well, he's not exactly wrong...

You roll your eyes and let out a huff, but prop your rifle up against a tree. Your skirts are bunched up to your hips, reaching beneath them to pull your undergarments down, letting them settle around your thighs; you then turn to question why Micah is stood there awkwardly.

"I was just enjoying the show," Micah replies with a shrug. He begins unfastening his pants as he approaches, palming at his cock with one hand, whilst the other dips between your legs to slide a finger over your slit.

Micah slides his fingers over you a few times, before slipping a digit in, slowly working his finger in and out. His head dips down to catch your lips, lightly kissing you, enjoying the soft whimpers you make against his lips. He doesn't bother sliding another finger in, and moves his hand away to nudge you against the tree.

Your hands rest on the trunk, and you peer over your shoulder to watch as Micah holds your skirt up around your hips, his other hand slicking his cock against your folds. He's clearly in a rush as he doesn't bother teasing you for long, instead, slipping his cock in and slowly sheathing himself inside you.

Micah mutters something under his breath as he grips onto your hips, and pulls you back onto his cock, pushing himself as deep as he can go. He holds himself there as he lets out a long, deep groan, followed by starting his thrusts, jumping straight into a quick pace. You feel something tap against your foot, peering down to see Micah tapping at you; you know what he wants, so you spread your legs wider, arching your back, gripping onto the tree trunk for support.

This needs to be quick. You dip your hand down between your legs, rubbing at your clit, building your orgasm with Micah's help. He's quieter than usual, the sound of skin against skin filling the air, and hopefully not echoing all the way back to camp.

A hand weaves its way around your waist, and Micah pulls you upright, your back pressed to his chest. He speaks in a deep, husk voice, almost growling into your ear. "I am a little disappointed that you ain't wearing my fancy lingerie, means I'll have to wait to cut it off you," he comments, still attempting to thrust into you, despite the awkward position.

"You ain't even got your knife on you," you say with a laugh. Your laughter is cut short as Micah moves his hand to your neck, gripping oh-so-perfectly, just how you like it.

"I'd use my bare hands, but I can be patient, I'll wait," he says with a soft shrug.

Micah manages to make do, bucking up into you, your hand still rubbing your clit. His thumb removes itself from your neck, only to be replaced with his lips, sucking and kissing your skin so hard that you know it's going to leave marks. You mutter his name, and Micah pleasantly hums as a reply. "Come on, sweetheart," he urges, picking up the pace, and chuckling at his pun.

Your back may be hurting, but you roll your head against Micah's shoulder, moaning away. Only your moans are cut short as you suddenly orgasm, tightening around Micah's length. He quickly removes himself from you, almost shoving you out of the way as he pulls out, spilling himself over the forest floor. "Hell," Micah mutters under his breath, finishing up, and then tucking himself away.

"Pretty," Micah comments as he lightly slaps your ass, just as you're pulling your undergarments back up.

"I know," you smugly reply, and Micah giggles at your comment. He reaches in his back pocket, fishing out a packet of cigarettes, and offers you one. Rather than using one of his matches, you light yours on the end of Micah's, blowing smoke in his face on your first exhale.

"Petty," Micah grumbles, "c'mon, I'm sure your shift has finished by now."

"You can walk ahead, Micah. I ain't risking being seen wandering into camp with you."

"Alright, suit yourself," he shrugs, turning heel and heading back to camp.

You watch him go, wandering off into the darkness, disappearing into the trees, the light from his cigarette eventually fading black. It's too dark out here to check your pocket watch, but after a handful of minutes, you finish off your smoke, and assume it's time to wake the next person up for guard duty.

The walk back to camp is quiet, as always, and for some reason, you're looking out for Micah as you enter camp. He's nowhere to be seen, probably wandered off down the shoreline, and you can't help but scold yourself for being so curious as to his whereabouts.

You shake your head, trailing over to your tent after passing the rifle over to the next camp member on watch, and soon fall asleep, despite the stinging sensation on your neck. 

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