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najenvhs · 4 months

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how do you think jaemin would treat their partner?

WHERE DO I BEGIN (also perfect timing because these photos dropped and its all i can think about ㅠㅠ)

☆ na jaemin would be THE BEST partner ever i know it, i can count on it! [AHHHH] he’s just so thoughtful and caring and really thinks before he does.

i feel like if he saw you asleep on the couch he would most definitely make sure a blanket is over you and have a water on the table waiting for when you wake up.

he would have so many pet names for you princess/prince being his favorite one to call you of course.

i think while out shopping he would pay for all of your purchases and would not allow you to hold any of the bags. i feel like too that after each time he swipes his card he would look at you and kiss you on the cheeks because its what you deserve.

when you two are in bed together he pulls you into him, close to his warm chest (your favorite place for your head to rest) he runs his fingers through your hair as the two of you talk about whatever is on the both of your minds drifting off to sleep.

would be very cautious of your health, and making sure you take your probiotics and vitamins— making sure you are staying warm during the winter and hydrated during the summer

always letting you rest your head on his shoulder

always taking your side when you’ve had a bad day

picking you up from the train station after you get out of work because hates the idea of you walking anywhere alone. and if he cant make it he will make sure you face-time/call him during the walk.

you sit in his lap all the time even in-front of all the other members. instead of kissing or hugging this is how you guys show off to them.

would take you on trips, and on them you guys would go to coffee shops, museums, historic places. but he will have his camera out pointed at you (l feel like he would want to be one of those aesthetic couple influencers on instagram)

mdi

i feel like while having sex with him (and not to popular belief), he would take in every moment and be gentle to make sure you feel good too.

i kinda feel like if you tell him you are going out with your friends and he sees you dressed sexy he would fuck you right then and there before you are aloud to leave, not out of jealousy but just because of how good you look.

would love morning sex because it means he gets to see you with the sun rays hitting all the right places.

i also feel like he is so open to trying new things in bed that are either proposed by jaemin or you. (i know this is contradicting what i just said but i know he’s a freak in the sheets sometimes to spice things up)

AFTERCARE !!!!! is HIS THING! i feel like he would be so caring ask you if what he did just moments ago was good and if there is anything he need to change. getting you water but making sure you go to the restroom and take a shower (sometimes he will join, sometimes for a second round and sometimes just to make sure you don’t fall over) then tucking you in as you fall fast asleep.

— over all i think he would be such a WONDERFUL partner like i feel it in my bones every time i look at this man he would treat you so well. he just makes it easy to think this with all the bubble messages (almost every day) that nctzens receive saying “you did a good job today, sleep well and stay warm” YEAH also him putting money aside for a 401k and pension plan is so fucking hot 🤕 its the little things he does that makes it so easy for me to invision all of this.

sorry for this long post hopefully this answers the question

please feel free to leave something in my ask

#najenvhs—ask♡#nct dream #nct headcanons #nct smut #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #na jaemin #nct scenarios

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ken-dom · 4 months

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Lars and sexual energy

Lars Lindstrom thoughts + gn!reader imagine

∘₊✧ Thoughts: 500 words - imagine: 900 words

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I started writing a few thoughts about Lars and why I’m so attracted to him based on his character, the screenplay and things I’ve enjoyed in the movie, and it ended up in me writing a bit of a smut imagine to go along with it, so I thought it might be worth sharing. It starts with thoughts on Lars’s sexual energy, desires, urges, and how he deals with them. Until you come along. And then he has no idea how to deal with them at all.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, masturbation, possessive streak, rough sex (and soft, tender sex), blow job mentions, making out, crying, switch!Lars, touch starved Lars

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You know what half the appeal with Lars is?

He’s not supposed to feel sexual desire. At least, he doesn’t let himself. Starting with the basics, he won’t allow himself sleep in the same room — or even building — as Bianca until she’s taken ill. He says right at the start that it’s because he’s religious, and I’m sure that does mean something to him, but I’m also sure it’s not just that.

At the beginning of the movie, he cant stand psychical touch and wears layer upon layer to avoid the excruciating pain it causes him. He sleeps in layers. He eventually says (in the script, but not in the movie) that he’s the one with issues around nudity, not Bianca, who comes from a culture that is very comfortable with it. I think he's reached a point here where he’s experimenting a little. If she’s perfectly comfortable, he could maybe get used to it, too. And maybe he secretly wants to see what she looks like under her clothes out of curiosity or to learn a thing or two from her; but he can’t just take them off without good reason. And she needs her nightly bath, right?

Then, looking back to the script, we have his ‘sexual energy’ which he canonically burns off by chopping wood (in his own words, he’s really good at that, and in Karin’s thoughts, he’s sexy while he does it). When Mrs Gruner asks him about partners, she tells him, ‘Don’t wait too long, it’s not good for you,’ which could easily be interpreted to be about sex. Lars plucks up the courage to ask Gus if it’s sex that will make him feel like a man; both admitting his virginity and in a roundabout way asking his older brother’s permission to lose it. And yet, he never (that we know of) shares any physical affection, other than innocent hand holding, cuddling, dancing and that one tearful goodbye kiss with Bianca. Bianca, a doll who was created for sex.

Add into this that Lars can be possessive. Part of me wants to think that it’s simply in his nature, buried somewhere deep under his trauma and social difficulties, because according to his family, he ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly.’ And in that case it surfaces in the right circumstances, because in all other ways he’s so soft and gentle and caring. The other part of me wants to think it comes from his sexual desires and urges being pushed so far down that he doesn’t know what to do with them and ends up losing his temper and needing to take it out on the firewood i.e. a good fuck might calm him down. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither. Maybe he’s confused about it himself.

Throughout the film, Lars gradually learns to enjoy the sensation of touch, starts to forge meaningful human relationships, experiences jealousy (with little bit of that delicious possession peeking through with it) toward someone he’s scared to pursue despite knowing she has romantic interest in him, and the layers he wears as armour gradually reduce to his underclothes. So we could take from this that given the right conditions, he could learn how to enjoy being physical with someone.

And, with that in mind...

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Imagine being the one who finally turns his head. You catch his eye so unexpectedly, it snowballs faster than he can control it. He’s never felt like this before, never fought so hard to keep his thoughts clean and his physical urges at bay.

Lars, who uses his religion as a reason not to even sleep in the same house as his partner and doesn’t want anyone close enough to touch him, who can’t even get through a conversation with you without scrunching his eyes shut or running away, suddenly can’t get you off his mind. And the pain of carrying that pining, longing feeling around with him far outweighs the pain he might feel if you actually touched him, or so he convinces himself. Something must be done about that.

Chopping wood doesn’t distract him. Church doesn’t distract him. Driving to the lake doesn’t distract him. And neither does reading his favourite book or going to work or even accepting dinner invitations from Gus and Karin.

Lars goes from completely avoiding any hint of sexual desire his mind or body might conjure, to furiously jerking off every time he's seen you, rushing home and forcing down his pants to relieve the ache between his thighs. When he can’t sleep because his mind is buzzing with fantasies of you, his delicate, precise fingers wrap around his length before he can find a way to calm himself, and before he knows it, his thick, hot seed is spilling inside his pyjamas and he falls asleep in the mess, guiltily washing away the evidence in the morning. But not before indulging the wet dream he was having about you first.

It’s filthy. He feels filthy. And he likes it, whatever it is that you’ve done to him.

Lars ‘it’s always the quiet ones’ Lindstrom, has gone from sitting on the edge of his bed cringing at the conversations he’s had with you replaying in his mind because he feels so awkward and embarrassed about them, to daydreaming about his fingers wound in your hair while your soft, wet lips are wrapped around his cock, or fucking you hard against the tree by the lake while his tongue is shoved down your throat, or slipping one hand into your underwear and one over your mouth in the kitchen at work to quickly get you off while you steal a few minutes alone.

All the while, he’s breathless and trembling with anticipation, his hand wrapped tight around his cock as he pumps furiously, or stroking himself, soft and slow until he’s a whining, whimpering mess, moaning your name as his release washes over him.

Through this, he learns how to enjoy pleasure, learns his body, and starts to crave touch. Your touch. His own simply won’t do any longer.

So when he finally gets you all to himself? When you’re kissing him all chaste and sweet?

I hope you’re ready to have your clothes torn off, to be grabbed at until he leaves bruises, to have his fingertips driving into your flesh, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, ‘I’ve dreamed of doing this with you,’ through shaky breaths, to feel the burning heat of his flesh against yours, his mustache tickling at your skin when he stays in the same spot for long enough, his teeth dragging down your throat, pausing to suck at your pulse point, strong arms controlling your movements because he knows what he likes now, and when he’s around you, he loses all semblance of self control and has to have you just the way he’s fantasised.

In the thrill of desperation, he doesn’t even get his clothes all the way off, completely lost in a haze of excitement, but he manages it eventually, needing to feel as much of you as possible against as much of him as possible.

His hair is a mess, his cheeks are burning up, he’s completely ruffled, and he switches wildly from being a possessive, commanding lover to giving you the sweetest, most sensual fuck of your life.

His possessive side takes on a whole new meaning as he completely devours you — soft, sweet, innocent Lars — moaning loudly as he watches you cum from his touch over and over, bunches your hair into a fist to feel the bobbing of your head while you suck him dry, snaps his hips hard and fast against yours, followed by what feels like hours of slow, tender lovemaking while he whimpers needily and drips dirty words and praise into your ear like warm honey between breathless begging, revelling in this new sensation of the touch of another, until he’s spent, trembling and sobbing into your shoulder, overwhelmed and thankful and incredulous. Finding the soothing strokes of your fingers through his hair incredibly calming.

After so many years of repressing all these urges, and not finding any pleasure in touch, it could take a while to tire him out. But even when he’s temporarily sated, he will snuggle into you, press his lips gently to yours, and make out with you in a languid, sloppy kiss that doesn’t end until you’re both so worn out you’re falling asleep humming and sighing into one another’s mouths, limbs tangled together because now he's experienced your skin against his he will never get enough.

As he sleeps with you pressed against his chest and his strong arms keeping you safe with him, he has the biggest, warmest smile on his handsome face, but when he greets you in the morning, that naughty streak is back, and he’s smirking at you with a glint in his eye that you’ve already come to associate with nothing but pleasure.

#not s f w 💀#lars lindstrom smut #lars lindstrom x reader #lars lindstrom imagines #lars lindstrom thoughts #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ken-dom writes #if you’re wondering what the other half of the appeal is #his relatable autism beautiful singing and soft belly have captivated me

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jinlias · 10 months

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in an attempt to be discreet, you tug your skirt the slightest bit higher as you walk towards her office. you’ve been summoned, technically, and even though you just saw each other this morning, you hope what ever she needs from you is anything but work related.

you gently make your way inside, but momo is nowhere to be seen. as you scan the office, you realize the glass door beside her desk is wide open. initially panicking, you speed walk outside, to be met with the relieving sight of your lover leaning against the rail, looking out to the city.

“hey” she smiles, making a grab for your waist when you join her.

“is everything okay?” your hands caress her shoulders, waiting an answer.

“splendid” she sighs, trying to mask her frustration with a smile and dancing the tip of her finger by the small slit showing skin. “just needed a little break”

you giggle and welcome her lips when they reach you, placing your pointer and middle fingers on her jaw, holding her in place. she’s had a hell of a day and she’s letting it all out on you, with the way she kisses you, the way she grips and squeezes all parts of you and how she needs to have you closer.

even as she turns you around and yanks your tube skirt and thong just a little above your ass cheeks, she presents two of her fingers for you to wet with saliva, and when she’s satisfied with your job, she leads them to your entrance and gently thrusts them inside. momo hums in delight as she feels your cunt clench around her. she pressed loud, wet kisses behind your ear as some breathy sounds escaped you.

“i can’t wait until we get home” she groans against your ear “but for now, this should suffice”

being so exposed had you pushing your ass back to her for more while you moaned as loud as you liked. you were standing right outside on the 8th floor, not very discreet either way as her office is also glass.

but that’s what edges you closer, the thought of anyone walking in to reach her and accidentally just seeing the two of you. thinking of one of your coworkers getting turned on had you feeling tickes in the pit of your stomach.

and the way you weren’t even touching her yet she was enjoying it just as much as you, making lewd noises and staring at your cunt as she quickly thrust her fingers in and out, watching as it swallowed them whole.

it was the quickest of quickies, and just as you were coming, shaking in her hold and having to swallow repeatedly to get yourself on track, you hear a smidge of employees through the wide open glass door, looking for momo for some opinion on something you quite couldn’t catch due to the ringing in your ears.

momo helps you fix your outfit and cant help when her hands cup your cheeks and her lips meet yours in a quick set of pecks “see you at home gorgeous?”

“actually, i was thinking we could maybe do something at my place?” her eyes widen adorably at the thought of something different, at the thought of you being comfortable with her to begin and share your own little side of things.

“sounds great” she smiles and you can see the adrenaline and excitement written across her eyes. “i’ll see you there” she presses a couple more pecks on your lips before she hurries out of her office to satisfy the employees.

#ceo!momo #twice imagine #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice angst #twice momo #twice momo imagines #twice momo x reader #twice x y/n #twice smut #momo smut #jinlias 1st year!#mmj

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solar-sparky · 8 months

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Could you tell us more about your agent 24 (if you do agent 24) if you would be so kind 👉👈?

Rubs my hands together with malicious intent

Okay so! Let's talk about Char (Charlie/Agent 3) and Al (Allen/Phyto/Agent8) these two goobers :)

(They/Them and He/She respectively)

A bit of background for each:

Char experienced something in the past that caused them to be way more solitary, not completely cold-shoulder, and struggle with "I cant save/help anyone.". They join the Splatoon to help Cuttlefish, since the whole mission goes well and they defeat Octavio, it gives them a boost in confidence, not a lot and they are relatively quiet about it. They finally felt useful for once.

Al (Phyto at the time) isnt a soldier, she is a mechanic. While not strictly working with the government/military, she is called in to work for them pretty regularly for stuff like weapon and tech repairs. Another job he does is Zapfish care, pretty self explanatory, he does weekly checks with the zapfish.

The first time these two interact is during the Splatoon 1 storymode. Al only recently started hearing rumors about an inkling running around and taking the zapfish, at first he brushes it off. It's not until she goes to do her zapfish checks does she find out that it is in fact true and she runs into 3. Al does try to defend the bulb where the zapfish is, but not being as skilled in combat as 3, he does not come out victorious and the zapfish is taken away.

After that, everytime that Al goes to check on the fish, all the bulbs are shattered and empty. (Except for one that she finds, that's where her funny looking little zapfish comes from. Its name is 1202.)

Fast forward to the arc of OE.

Al had been planning to leave the domes for a while (about 2 years) and finally she had a plan; take the abandoned underground train tracks that Al discovered a while ago far enough. (how the gang end up in the deepsea metro is never explained so we're going with this.) Unfortunately for them this is the area 3 and Cuttlefish are surveying/exploring and that also leads into the deep sea. They dont get into a fight (Per Al's signal) and instead they somewhat travel together until they reach kamabo co.'s territory where in then security gets them.

Cuttlefish and 3 aren't deemed useful/worthy so they are just taken to one of the abandoned platform stations, Al on the other hand is taken to be sanitized. The process begins but near completion, it is interrupted by 3 taking an unconscious, nearing death Al and hauling him back to the safe spot is with Cuttlefish and 1202.

I have a bunch of headcanons for how this primordial ooze works but to put it simply, since the sanitization process was not complete for Al, it leaves her in very critical condition. Getting back to Cuttlefish now, Al is basically gone, no response from him, no breathing, no pluse, no nothing and his digits are going white (if you dont know, when inkfish die, they turn completely white/translucent. I like to also think that Splatoon inkfish, after a short amount of time after death, dry up and flake away.). Cuttlefish and 3 cant really be carrying a body around for, multiple reasons and make the decision to leave Al there, off to the side and covered. However, Al's zapfish protests and squirms out of Cuttlefishs hold and rushes over to Al thinking Al is just sleeping. Normally 1202 would wake Al up by jumping on him or tugging at him, and if all else doesn't work, even if 1202 can produce little electricity if any at all, it would shock Al. After a few tries, the shocking works and Al is back, however now about 90% sanitized; having no memories except for only remembering 1202, which he then proceeds to carry around everywhere. It is worth to note that Al cannot speak during the OE arc, and he communicates through different means.

Instead of being who knows where in the canon storymode, Char actually stays with Cuttlefish and Al on the train up until 3/4 of the way through where Cuttlefish tasks them with finding an alternative route incase Al's mission and the telephones promise dont work.

A bunch of stuff happens on the train like;

- Char, while technically saving Al, feels really guilty for her state

- Being sanitized, Al does not experience pain and pair that with her inexperience, leads to her being pretty careless when doing tests and comes back the the train with injuries almost everytime. Char starts to get a little worried, even though the wounds heal very fast. They proceed to start pulling Al off to the side after stations and bandaging her up.

- With the mem cakes, Al does recover their memories. He tries to explain to Cuttlefish, Char and sometimes Isopadre by using the mem cakes, the best way I can describe it is like Al playing with the mem cakes like toys to tell a story.

- Al had 2 friends down in the domes, Aurora (Octoling soldier) and Skip (a failed DJ Octavio clone; Octotrooper)

I dont have a design for Aurora but I do for Skip!

Continuing on, Al has mem cakes of these two friends of his and when Char heads out to proceed to find a different route, he gives the mem cakes over to Char. Why? Just incase, Al knows they may have gone looking for him (this does turn out to be true).

Anyways, skipping ahead (I'm skipping Char's mindcontrol phase cause there is some stuff from that chapter that havent shared and want to keep for myself for a little while longer :)) after the defeat of the NILS statue, Al almost dies again from overexertion, both her and Char do go to the hospital. Char is omitted from the hospital sooner than Al due to Al's critical condition and it is atleast a month or so later that Al is finally sent home.

I'm waiting to see what the deal is with side order before I commit to splat3 storystuff with Al but that's the mostly full story!

Some little fun facts

- Sometimes on outings, Al likes to bring along Finch (Agent 4) because he finds them silly. Char is completely okay because Finch kinda just does his own thing.

- Al is decently clingy to Char.

- Both being Aroace (as with most of my characters) their relationship is funny in the way that while they call eachother partner, they are sorta in a way like "oh but we aren't like that, just really good friends." Which in a way that's literally what they are but they dont know the right word it for a very long time.

- Allen has more energy when compared to Char.

Anyways that's it for now :)

#splatoon #solarsparkyasks #splatoon agent 3 #splatoon agent 8 #splatoon oc #agent 3 (Char)#agent 8 (Allen)#agent 24

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freakshowtwopointoh · 3 months

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the 'just watch me drive' bit gets me every time and I can't stop giggling but then it made my mind remember that movie I saw 'babydriver' and now I'm just thinking of au jordan in those scenes as a getaway driver for their wild group of friends who are all linked in some way to criminal activity with each using their powers and skillsets to get the group as a whole rich beyond belief and now I have a mighty need for this au and the chaotic adventures.

FUCKING SAME DUDE I CANT KEEP FROM GIGGLING EVERY TIME

omg that's iconic

esp bc i defo think jordan loves to drive. also i love babydriver its amazing. brain go brrrrrrrrrrr sorry not sorry

fjsdklfajk just add tthis to my list of aus

Jordan didn't outwardly complain when Brink brought new people into the fold, but they were never pleased about it either. The more people in the know, the more possible problems down the line.

At this point in the game, the others picked up on their wariness about newcomers and would not stop teasing them about it. Andre had actually created a bingo sheet of 'Jordan fucks with the newbie'. When Emma was brought on, they got a bingo in under three hours.

So when Brink told the team that he found a new recruit, Jordan ensured they kept their eyes forward, ignoring the reactions of their friends behind them.

"Alright, alright. Look - her power is weird but it's especially critical to this upcoming mission so please, don't scare her away."

Jordan forced themself not to roll their eyes - they never scared anyone away. People just couldn't handle them. There's a difference. But then Brink gave Sam a very pointed look, and they had to stifle a smile. They had forgotten about that... incident.

The metal door creaked open and in walked probably one of the most gorgeous people Jordan had ever seen. Big brown eyes, full lips, gorgeous deep skin, and long locs pulled back into a ponytail.

"Everyone, this is Marie."

Fuck. Jordan was fucked.

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Marie was skeptical when Victoria told her about this new job. Multiple missions, little-to-no information about the group or the jobs. Just - do what these people tell you for the next few weeks, months, or even years, and then her and her sister would be set for life. To be fair, that is the deal that Victoria gave her initially when she caught her stealing on the job, but still. At least she had known Victoria for a few months beforehand. She's never met any of these people, and now she has to play nice? She just had to stay focused on Annabeth. If she could find them a good, stable place to stay...

So she went, pocketknife in tow, trench coat on, prepared for pretty much anyone when she walked into the cold conference room. Sitting around a large table were six people about her age, and the only other person in the room was a much older man with white hair and a beard. Marie presumed he was the head of whatever kind of ragtag criminal organization this was. This was confirmed when he introduced her.

"Everyone, this is Marie." She gave a small wave and the others introduced themselves. Andre, a black man with short hair and a relaxed posture, Luke, a tan blond man who looked like he had walked out of a Gap catalog, Cate, a thin and pale preppy blonde girl with piercing blue eyes, Emma, a bubbly white girl with short blonde hair, Sam, a pale muscular man with curly brown hair and puppy dog eyes, and Jordan, a small Asian girl with headphones in who seemed to have a permanent frown on her admittedly very pretty face. The leader went by "Brink", and she was sure there were a plethora of shitty puns she could come up with if he wasn't her boss. She took a seat in between Jordan and Sam, knowing Brink would likely want to begin quickly.

Taking in the group, it was clear whatever they were doing paid well. She wasn't well-versed in designer brands but the few she did recognize were scattered throughout the group.

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The mission seemed simple enough, once Brink explained the details, but it was clear he was holding things back. Mainly because he hadn't mentioned the newbie's powers or why they needed her. I mean she was unassuming, but weren't they all? Jordan was halfway tempted to corner Brink and demand answers, but they knew they wouldn't get any information out of him he didn't want to give.

#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #gen v fic #jordan x marie #limoreau #gen v au #marie moreau #marie moreau x jordan li #cate dunlap #emma meyer #andre anderson #luke riordan #richard brinkerhoff #sam riordan

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finchers-ipad · 7 months

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Time to bug u again >:) do u think Tyler or the narrator would really give a shit about being seen together as a gay couple? I feel like Tyler wouldn’t at all bc he doesn’t give a shit what people think about him or if people don’t like the way he carries himself (including fashion wise lolol)

The narrator on the other hand, I think maybe there is a little bit fear there even though a lot of it is just clouded over by the fact that he’s sOoooo glad people can see he is Tylers & Tyler is his. Like he probably wishes for Tyler to show people in..a certain way that he’s his o_o

But then again I dunno I feel like he’d be kinda worried in the beginning. Like if Tyler showed up to his work place & was just flirting it up, He’d be like “Tyler!!! People can hear u!” I dunno :,)

HI!! yeah i think you pretty much have it spot on. I feel like tyler doesn’t give a single fuck how people persevere him, and i feel like the majority of people kind of assume he is queer anyway (because of his dress sense and it was the 90s). he ESPECIALLY wouldn’t care when it comes to being with the narrator because he’s just like “LOOK AT THIS WEIRD GUY, HES MINE!! :33” and honestly everyone is too intimated by him to say anything even if they wanted too, especially in fight club. in the context of fight club, everyone kind of knows about them, but never say anything mostly out of fear and respect of tyler.

in fight club i also don’t think tyler and the narrator would act like a couple? they would both kind of take fight club seriously and also tyler would always just be kind of skulking around the fights while the narrator just stared at him from a dark corner watching him (when they arnt fighting) HOWEVER i do think when one of them gets really fucking beaten up and bloody, probably the narrator lets be real, that tyler would pick him up and walk him into the back of the room whilst the other one wasn’t looking and just start violently making out with him

the narrator would be a bit apprehensive about being in public with tyler (as a couple) but after a bit he realises that he cares more about tyler touching him (holding his hand, having his arm around him etc) than he cares about anyone else and how they view them. after like a year these feelings also apply to him while he is at work, he realises non of his co workers give a shit about him and so tyler just waltzes in, grabs him by the arm, and takes him home a lot of the time. the narrator knows his job cant fire him because he knows too much about the company.

#yeah idk how accurate this one is #just my initial thoughts lmao #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #fight club #soapshipping #tyler x narrator

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eliecasa · 1 year

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warnings: reader has a “bf” back home so it’s basically cheating. i can say this is kinda… bad (theres a passage repeat that i cant seem to delete]: )

summary: after brutally losing an entire team on a mission, reader can’t help but to wallow in self pity. a worried soap checks on his first love.

wrdcnt: 2.7K

Labored breaths escape the rawness of your nostrils as you swipe and swipe at the dried blood around your nails underneath the strong stream of water shooting out of the shower head. A strong pounding in your head worsens the blurry vision that dares to send more tears down your stained cheeks. The red that dried into your skin is not yours, it’s the blood of your team that was ambushed during a moment of victory.

‎‏‏‎ One moment, everything was okay and the five of you were happy about the success of taking down a terrorist group of extremist but, the next moment, everything blew up in your faces. The panic since then hasn’t left your body nor did the image of your injured teammates taking their last breaths.

‎‏‏The moment you made it back to the barracks, Soap was already at your side and holding you after hearing of the unfortunate turn of events. Coddling your teammates was a silent forbidden thing around the base but he was always beyond the rules when it came to you. Sure, he angered Shepherd a lot but how could he ever let you suffer alone? You didn’t cry or hold him back but instead sat there and gazed at the hard floor at your feet. Though the barracks were all split into tiny two person rooms with bunk beds, that rule-abiding part of you couldn’t cry in front of him. To cry meant that you weren’t prepared and to be unprepared is to be unfit for your job. Perhaps pride had a good grip on you until you got in the shower.

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Your roommate briefly stops by the room to fetch their jacket and unexpectedly was met with the sight of Sergeant Mactavish sitting on the edge of your bed and tentatively watching the bathroom door. They briefly exchange a small glance but Soap doesn’t look away from the bathroom door, even ignoring the rookie that bids him a quiet goodbye. Strong worry was clawing and gnawing at the back of his head. Soap has known you for eight years now and has been loving you for seven of them. The two of you had four long, memorable, and joyous years of loving each other until a disagreement from a mission that took place a year ago.

It was the day task force 141 needed both your stealth team and shadow company on stand by all in effort to calmly obtain el sin nombre. He remembers the way you exploded on him in front of everyone as if it just happened yesterday. You cursed and argued about who should be the person to offer intel just for him to keep his determination in stone. It didn’t help that Alejandro kept warning him that he would most likely be killed for even stepping on the property in the open. That was also the day that everyone realized that the two of you were surely more than comrades.

“So what, you just want to go in there and act like a fucking hero?” you fume, pushing him a little bit just for Phillip to settle a hand on your shoulder. Soap bristles for a moment but he fires back with a calmer tone in his voice that fails to relax you in even the slightest. “It’s better than you and somebody has to get it done.”

Tension suffocates the group for a moment until you finally scoff and back away from him with fury burning behind your eyes. It was the first time that you had to work with him on a mission like that and you could only wonder how often he was offering to die when you weren’t around to help him to succeed. Your heart lunges and tears begin to pend at the edges of your lids but you refuse to cry in front of your team. Your boyfriend of 4 years can only watch as you wave a hand of dismissal and turn on your heel to head back into the stake out building. “If you wanna go ahead and die, be my guest.”

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And of course, that’s where things ended between you. His feelings were hurt and your words were left with him like a knife jabbed into his chest. Soap always knew that mixing love and work would fuck him up but the feelings he had for you were far too important to let ‘what if’s’ decide what could be. You guys gave a chance at love and it ended with a pool of unsaid words mixed with regrets.

The memory causes him to frown, lost in thought for a moment before he heard a sob from the bathroom. “Y/N?” he stood up and knocked on the bathroom door with furrowed brows. The tiny bathroom spares him of nothing that you’re doing in there. He can easily hear the way you sniff and huff, trying to control your breathing before hyperventilation gets to take its toll on you. You don’t say anything and continue crying to your heart's content, leaving Soap to worrily step away to close and lock the door to your small room. While he’s on the way back, your voice comes frail and hoarse, stopping him on the spot.

“John?”

He instantly answers and settles his head on the bathroom door so that he wouldn’t miss a word that you said. “Yes?”

“Please, I need you.”

He doesn't waste even a second to let himself into the bathroom and he’s greeted with the sight of you sticking your head out of the white curtain. Your eyes are swollen and red with irritation, adding on to the miserable look that you honed but that didn't matter to him. Tears cascade down your jaw as Soap’s calloused hands come to palm your wet cheeks. The natural, woodsy scent of him makes your chest flutter with intense warmth as he lifts your face to his to press a hearty kiss on your cheek, just like he used to. The kisses spread across your face and down to your neck as tears pool your eyes once again. He was like the natural detox that even the most desperate yearned for.

“Could you help me… none of it is coming off.”

His chest heavily rumbled with a hum as he finished the last of his kisses in the crook of your neck. The skin there burns pleasantly and his hands find yours. When he sees the dark redness that stains your skin, he can see himself a little bit inside of you. Soap remembers what it was like for him to lose himself when he was still a little new to the force. Days of wondering what he could've done to avoid the misfortune of his comrades lasted days and weeks or maybe even months until he was forced to get back to work. You could say he never really got the chance to truly wallow in his pity but at least he had you behind him during it all, just as you have him.

Your wet hand settled on the hem of his black shirt, soaking the material on contact and he instantly reached to pull it over his head. The silver of his dog tags land against his now nude chest and you idly wait for him to take his pants down. It’s been a long time since you’ve been so close to him but it all comes too familiar. He isn’t shy and you weren’t afraid to show your vulnerability to him. If there was anyone in the world that you would give your life into their hands, it would always be John, no doubt. The security of him was one of the many reasons you initially fell in love with him. It wasn’t because he was a big strong man that worked next to you through hell and highwater but mostly because of the way he always made you feel so sure of everything.

Once he’s stripped, you leisurely move back and allow him to take the heated water that he tilts his head back into before moving to stand behind you, just like he used to. You stand with your arms tightly wrapped around you and his hands come into view. The way his hands look confused for a second almost cracks a smile out of you. “Behind you, babe.”

“Oh.. sorry.” he takes a moment to look for the red towel that you had. A small sigh of relief escapes his mouth. At least you wouldn’t have to see the blood staining the towel, stuff like that made him relieve his troubles. You can feel his wet body press against yours as he fully wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. Maybe you’re a bad person for leaning back into him and bathing in his warmth when you had a man back home but who cares? He could be out there doing who knows what without you ever finding out. It’s not like you’d care much anyway. Every man to come or go should know that you’d never devote your heart to them as you did for John Mactavish.

His beard tickles your face as he grabs your hands after lathering the towel with soap. The way he began to gently scrub at the creases of your nails had caused your vision to blur once again. You can't help but silently wonder how long you will be the emotional wreck on base as your nose begins to run. “Staying with me tonight?” he says, lingering for a moment before running your hand underneath the water. Somehow, he was cleaning your body better than you could and managed to get your thumb clean. A kiss is pressed to your temple as he starts again, his biceps flex with every motion and the feeling is like home to you. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you nod and twist, leaning into him a little more. Sure, your room was no different from his but at least he had a rather less nosy roommate than you. The last thing you need is a rookie questioning why you’re crying and letting your Sergeant coddle you.

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The shower lasts 35 minutes and consists of little to no words being exchanged. The silence between you felt like the type that made people dwell on things that went wrong. It’s specific but the way John would glance at you every now and then told you anything that you needed to know. He looked at you as if he wanted to say something and was merely waiting for the right time to say it; however, he didn't say a word except for small questions to make sure you were okay on the way to his room.

He gently guided you in and shut the door afterward. Secret relief floods over you as you walk over to Soap’s bed, glad that even his bunk mate was missing. A part of you really assumed that Ghost was just out to give the two of you some space but, you bite your tongue and instead settled for sitting onto the small twin sized bed. “... It’s lonely in here” you survey the not so lively room, trying to make for small talk that John immediately dismissed as he sat down next to you. “It wasn’t your fault.”

The bluntness makes you roll your eyes but the swelling on your face doesn’t make it look as sassy as you wanted. Your faux annoyance doesn’t deter him and he even moves in on you, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “You know you couldn’t have done anything different, do you?” but your nose unwillingly twists at the sound of that. Your mentality was contradicting that the entire time and now that someone who knew you was calling it out, you feel put on the spot. “You didn’t know, and they didn’t know. It was an accident and you were caught off guard.”

You jump back, exclaiming as if John just accused you of taking everything he is worth. “How do you know? If I was paying attention and not celebrating, they’d still be alive!”

“And if they weren’t celebrating, maybe they’d be alive, y/n.”

He watches the fury in your eyes expand as you recoil and prepare to rebuttal, but that doesn’t mean he lets it explode. Those rough hands of his once again cup your face and he speaks, rushed but clearly. “I know, you’re angry.”

“But you don’t know how I feel, Soap, you just don’t.”

“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me and it doesn’t mean you get to self-destruct.”

You angrily tuck your lips and rip from his grasp. “Who’s going to take the blame then?”

“The same fuckers that killed them will.”

You want to believe them but that evil voice in the back of your mind was getting the best of you. It kept telling you that if you all were just still on guard, none of this would have happened. Your heart breaks and rips at the thought of how their families will act when they receive the dog tags of their children that haven’t even gotten their chance to fall in love or to even have a family of their own. It hurts to imagine and it hurts to even put yourself in that position. The thought of receiving dog tags of the man you love made your heart palpate in fear. Anxiety is a river, a tide that drags and drowns you until you find foundation.

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The mattress sinks back as John leaned on his palms, silently watching as you began to cry into your hands once again. “I’m never going to forgive myself, John. I just can’t.” His heart breaks to hear you say that. Though he wants to tell you that you’re speaking nothing but stupid worry, his heart won’t let him. You weren’t just one of his comrades but also someone he loved more than he loved himself. Everything about you mattered to him more than his own health so he will always be there for you, no matter how much you appear to be bothered by him.

“... You can start by recovering.” he wraps a single arm around you and pulls your slouched form into him. “Once you’re better, we go out and repay them.”

You nod and rise from the miserable slouch that you curled yourself into. Before you can even think about wiping your own tears, John wipes them first. “It’s not going to bring them back,” he kisses your pouty lips. “But I don’t want to lose you to any of this military shit. I love you too much.”

For a moment, your eyes meet his. The tug that you feel is powerful and it even causes you to lean into him impossibly further. Those blue eyes of his are like a magnet made only for the atoms that made your body into one. There’s nobody else in this world that you craved more than him. None of those ex boyfriends and damn sure not the one at home.

A small smile spreads across your flushed face.

Just the thought of falling in love with someone else is comedy itself. There isn’t a day where John doesn’t miss a day where he doesn’t sit and wonder what you could be doing or what you could be thinking of. Your line of profession was a divider that seemed to always be stomped on no matter the effort of your bosses and leaders trying to keep it alive and present. Together, things were easier. Sure, you both had to worry about if their lover was coming back sometimes but that strong sense of strength overpowered that. No matter the trouble, your hearts would always tell you to come back alive, not wanting to break the heart of the other. It’s a silent agreement that both of you can understand just by looking into each other's eyes.

Like an infatuated idiot, your voice came horse and raw.

“I love you too.”

He notices the way your hand was shyly inching towards him, so he sits up and takes it in his, kisses it before he kisses you again. “I’ve got your back.”

#call of duty imagines #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod fluff #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #cod angst #reader insert

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downstairsbar · 1 year

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first of all i am SO sorry for sending this twice like an insane person but I need to exorcise my demons .

ive been plagued with the thought of modern louis wearing glasses for his job, and the diff ways they could get. messed up . fogging up while he's getting. you know . falling down his face and getting covered in drool as lestat fucks up into him when he's riding him . getting messed up with. other fluids as he looks up at lestat while on his knees . the imprint of it on his face after he got his face pressed against the mattress or the couch . things of that nature... sorry 🚬

youre insane. do youhear the words coming out of ur mouth yk what ive been thinking a lot about lately for no discernible reason student louis gettng knocked up by WAIT...NEW IDEA JUST NOW. what if both professors sexy sexy 4.1 stara rate my professor louis he would get 5 stars but he assigns an imporssible amount of books and seems to have every book ever written memorized which can make it kinda hard for his students to keep up and makes his slides kinda nonsensical so u fr have to go to class and listent o him but he's so sexy and milfable and he wears a ring but his students arent sure if its a wedding ring cause he has one on his thumb too ? and he never EVER shares anything about his private life and even the students who have tried cant find anything personal about him online the only they have to even go off on is that one time in zoom class while he's muted it looks like he's talking to someone offscreen but they cant tell who and his background is just books and of course obviously he wears glasses tnats the glue holding this together and then theres the music professor in the fine arts dept that students arent entirely convinced can read? but is super renowned classical genius blah blah balh and he doesnt wear a RING per se but he has a ring on a necklace that also has a cross even though he’s overshared enough times that they know he is incredibly european in his atheism like to the annoying point so the cross is confusing its not even upside down or anythign its completely normal and that confuses them so some students start to think the cross and ring must be connected somehow... and then everything comes to a head when lestat wjo of course is someone who psots on twitter a lot like he doesnt have a salaried job and retweets shit like "Wow. Chilling Vox article by @UCLA's @RDGKelly on what white allies must learn from Juneteenth." anyway lestat posts a picture of his workspace so he can pretend he’s doing work to procrastinate from doing work and its obv he's procrastinating because he’s been tweeting for the past hour like he doesnt have a job (can he not do work bc he cant read? a few students wonder) and in it IN IT a student privy to the louis mystery recognizes that louis' glasses are in the picture those are DEF louis' glasses and worst of all there's a childs hand artwork framed on his desk HE HAS A CHILD? AND THOSE ARE LOUIS' GLASSES? and this begins a concerted effort to prove dr dpdl and prof lioncourt are married

#qs #major atomic breakthrough when a student whose come for lestats office hours wout an appt sees louis leaving #lestats office w fogged up glasses and a big lunch box under one arm and top button of his shirt undone

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reasons why episode 6 of the eclipse series should not have been shown to me: a very serious, very rational, write up

[THE ECLIPSE SERIES EP 6 SPOILERS!]

so far, we've seen many tension-filled akkayan moments - whenever they get a whiff of that locker room air, or a feel of each other on the crash mat - but EPSIODE 6??!!?!!! i'd like to say i have no words but i'm afraid i cant hold my thoughts in any longer or i'll literally exothermic-reaction combust. let us begin...

the all-revealing scene

even tho this scene is a lead on from ep 5, it still made me sit up with shock. the anticipation and the tense atmosphere when aye discovers the truth behind so many happenings and akk's visible panic to find out he's been uncovered is just the perfect combo in this scene. and even tho aye has just found out damaging information, instead of throwing akk under the bus, he helps him hide from teacher sani. it's the way he constantly protects akk, despite the circumstances, that never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet. and omg the tension?? through the roof. I WAS SO HAPPY AYE WAS THE ONE TO FIND AKK (but also anxious)

2. the firepit scene

"akk! look into my eyes. nothing is the best. you can't carry all the school problems on your shoulder. do you get it?" "but i must do it! if i can't, everyone will be disappointed in me." "screw those people!"

now this pushed me to my limit. we hoped for affection and we got emotional vulnerability, on both sides. akk with his hero complex, breaking down in tears before aye (aka the only person i've seen him be this unguarded around), and ayan crying after seeing akk so tormented by the good-boy persona he's trying to maintain. honestly, tears rimmed my eyes bc i FELT for both of them during the peak of this scene. aye holding akk's face to calm him and akk just allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of him.. it just UGH

3. their quiet yet LOUD moment

this scene bro. when i tell you i squealed when aye got all flirty n shit and the way akk was just LETTING him do this until they got caught (eyeroll). we see a clear change from the first episodes where akk would immediately push aye away or escape the situation where as now, he seems to accept and almost.. yearn for it? wtv it was, it made want to push their heads together and give us all what we've been ever so patiently waiting for. the way aye has the ability to be flirty while being accusing of akk is genuinely attractive. idc.

4. my final effing straw

THE NIGHTMARE TROPPEEE HELLL YEAAHHHH best trope going i swear. the way akk instantly comforted aye with a hug and was the first to lean in for a kiss for once??? the way they've become so fond of one another is just entirely tender and warm and i so thoroughly enjoyed this scene that i replayed it at least 3 times. he didn't hesitate to make sure ayan felt safe during the nightmare and neither did he pull away when aye leant in for the kiss.

the safe aura this scene encapsulates is just immaculate and first and khaotung couldn't have done a better job at executing it. akk finally caved and wasn't forced into doing so, he did it voluntarily, of his own free will. he wanted to kiss aye. he wanted to make him feel safe in his arms and protect him from his nightmare. i love them. i really do. i'm happy this was the way they shared their first proper kiss, with mutual pining after a long day and in the comforts of akk's dorm bed. so homely it gives me butterflies DKDJHDJKS

this scene reminds me of leith ross' - We'll Never Have Sex "Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me Not to take me home It was simple, it was sweetness It was good to know"

but anyways.. that concludes this vent for now. in short, this episode should've been kept from my view because idk how im gonna cope when the series ends! 😃

#the eclipse #i want to scream #they are so special to me #I WANT EPISODE 6 ENGRAVED INTO MY MIND FOREVER #first khaotung #akk aye #akk ayan #thai bl #im too soft for this #nightmare trope #idk how tags work #the eclipse series #ayanakk #the eclipse meta #the eclipse episode 6 #the eclipse series spoilers #eclipse series

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hello i am here to tell you about my best friend alice dyer magnusprotocol .

so she is working at thje oiar office of incident assessment and response which is like. magnus institute part two. or something. she has this ex boyfreind called samama khalid (i love him <3) and thjey are also besties and she got him the job at the oiar and in the 1st episode she shows him how to do things adn shes so silly abiut it shes likw . hold on let me screenshot thje fucking. the transed cript

dont look at my tabs .

anywya colin is the it guy and hes so babygirl literally,, this isnt abt him though its about alice

alice shows sam the gay people on the windows 95 ALSO SHE NAMED EVERYTHING WHICH. FUCK YEAH I DO YHIS like the system thjey use on the old ass computers. it doestn have a name but also his name is freddie . because fr3-d1 . and she also named thje voices that the compiters read out statements(??) in she named them norris chester and augustus (i am so normal about norris and chester . however if i told you WHY that woudl spoil tma for you + idk maybe youvw already had it spoiled adn seen things about them . or you dont care . either way its a story for another time anyway) alice often gets scolded by gwen bouchard who is . also working there and also shes hot. who said that uhh yes alice loves to annoy her and also gwen is so interesting to me but THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME !!!!! umm what else what else REMEMBER COLIN okay this is going to be a little bit about colin . he fucking . hes such a character. ok like he Knows somwthjing is wrong ?? like he can Tell . like the way the first tmagp episode ends is . interesting . to say the least . hes probably had a fucked up fear encounter . hes even scottish . and um thjeres a bit in the first episode when sam talks to him and its so silly becausw sam is like "hey colin how is the app going" and colin is like "THIS APP KILLED MY GRANDMA ))):< " or something . not that but like he got angyr You Get It and sam is like "oh my bad. i mso sorry alice told me to ask ." and colin is immediately like ". oh . (: ok then :D tell alice it was funny adn i laughed :smiling face with three hearts emoji: " LIKE . he hates everyone except alice <33 i lovw thjem so much ): AND WE SEE TJEM INTERAC T IN THE THIRD EPISODE . I LOVE THEM SO MUCH . AUGH . ummm augh the fucking conversation with sam and colin was so funny too sam is so awkward . poor boy anyway umm what else what else . YEAH UMMM AS A LOT OD PEOPLE HAVE OOINTED OUT. ALICE IS AWFULLY SIMILAR TO TIM STOKER MAGNUSARCHIVES FROM LIKE SEASON 1 . AND LIKE . god tim makes me feel shrimp emotions UMM LIKE IN SEASON ONE HES BEINGG LIKE REALLY FUNNY AND EVERYTHING . IN S2 HE LIKE. he starts getting a bit angry at everything because things have Really started to Go Wrong at the institute and also jon is being a little bitch . and at the end of s2/beginning of s3 he like . ok so theres anothjer archival assistant in like s1/s2(??) there her name is sasha and she and tim were best friends <333 some people ship them romantically some dont but either way. they were so so close and loved each other so much adn like they always come together like yk what i mean like you cant think of one of them without thinking of the other . thats how Two Of Them they were and i love them so much and augughghgh anyway ummmmm at the end of season 1 something . happens to sasha ! and its just ! not addressed until the end of s2 but like she starts acting different and everything and at the end of s2 we like learn that sasha fucking died bcause she was eaten by the not!them which is this thing thats with the fear entity known as the stranger . and um . basically it eats people and takes their place and almost no one can tell the difference like it alters everyone's memories and all the pictures and things of that person but like theres always like one or two people that can tell that it's a . whole other person . because they remember the way the real person used to be like the not!them appears in episode 3 across the street and eats this guy graham folger (love him) and amy patel (the statement giver) like remembers what og graham was like before the not!them got him yk . and in sasha's case it was this girl melanie that remembered her (i love melanie she is this youtuber she has a show called ghost hunt uk and she and jon hate each other and Cannot take each other seriously its so funny) anyway melanie was like "hgirllie that is not. sasha i?? are there two sashas" when jon assures her that sasha let her inside after she asked abt where sasha was . yk . and then jon does Researc h

i ran out of characters for this block wait

AND HE FUCKING FINDS WHAT SASHAS REAL VOICE SOUNDED LIKE BECAUSE THE NOT!THEM CANT FUCK WITH THE OLD ASS CASSETTE TAPE RECORDERS . YK and thjen he accidentally. Releases the not them into the wild lmao but um thats a whole other story the point is we learn that sasha was not. sasha . yk anyway back to tim . s3 is so bad for him and he gets like fucking . depressed . now like theres the one whole thing with sasha (thjeres this one bit where hes like "i dont even know who im sad for" UUGHGHGHGHGH) BUT ALSO we learn that the stranger also got his younger brother danny !!! traumatizing fucking experience also why is the stranhger targeting Him Specifically . one of the reasons i hate the stranger its fucking EVIL also tim hates jon now ! and he has reason to anyway um . tim is fucking . hes Sad and going through all the stages of grief aND HE DOESNT EVEN FUCKING FINISH . BECAUSE HE DIES . IN THE UNKNOWING . well trying to stop it . and UUUHUHHGHJGHJHGHJHGJHGJHJHJKJHBGHJKJHJKJHGJKJHJJHNJKJHBJKJHBMKJHBJNMKJHBJHB a bit more on this topic when jon goes to get jonah magnus' ass in s5 he like fucking sits him down adn just like fucking goes "that was for tim" "that was for sasha" AND I WAS HHDHSMDSHJDSM and then the fucking "i dont want to die" "neither did they" I AUAYUGYUHFGJHHGCFJNKNHFGVGBHJNFGH AND DONT GET ME FUCKING S T A R T E D ON THE BIRTHDAY TAPE. anyway. um. dear god how did i get from alice to this . anyway . um . YES alice reminds us so much of tim and she even has a younger brother.,,, but yes she reminds us so much of timWHICH MAKES ME SO FUCKING. WORRIED. IM GOINg TO RUN INTO MY WALL AT FULL SPEED i am so worried :thumbsup: anyway. um. uh. this was it i think i am hgoing to go play bideo games now goodbye and remember that bones are a lie peddled by big milk to keep you buying

HKDSBKJFBMNVSDJFKDBKFJH INSANE. HI

"one of the reasons i hate the stranger its fucking EVIL" is a rly good sentence

ugh i kinda want to listen to tma now. yuor fault. affectionate

ANYWAYYYY augh tragedy fans when the tragedy tragedies

UM. this was rly good and fun to read. i dont have like. words to say about the content. but YEAG BLORBOS IN LAW YOU GO 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

#YUORE THE REALEST EVER FOR THIS THANKYOU <33333333 #ILY ART. COOLEST EVER #tma spoilers #<- should probably tag that yeah?

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boinurmom13 · 11 months

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bo listen you gotta give me the bonus mines set for tyler. please. please. trap some idiots with the eldritch vampire

pls tell me you thought tyler was a vampire this entire time

that's funny to me

he's not a vampire i promise!!! it's just a word used to describe the magic he uses. energy tranfer is also used

anyways heres the bonus!@!@!

Elliott, Emily, Robin, Vincent, and Leah are joining tyler

the red headed gang ig?? (plus emily) love the coincedences (i had to spin for the last one like 3 times because i kept getting repeats)

i dont know if it's like. a specific person's fault. hell, i don't even know how these 6 would get into the situation to begin with???? tyler speaks with maybe two people here, and speaks is used lightly. 3/5 people in the group are basically strangers to him how the FUCK did he even get here to begin with

why in the lord's name would tyler be elected leader. why the fuck would anyone put him up to that job. HE DOESN'T TALK!!! i like to think leah or robin would try to take the lead as well, or at least try to help tyler explain concepts (the both of them are INCREDIBLY good at charades)

i think tyler would find elliott and robin most bearable. elliott because tyler sees him a comic relief and a jester (he does not respect the writer), and robin because the two of them sit down to have tea in silence every so often.

vincent is most unbearable. if there's one type of person tyler can't stand: it's kids. and camilla. specifically camilla and kids. i think emily and robin are definitely holding everyone together. 100%. emily's super nice and generally easy going, and i think robin would do super well in times of crisis. so these two together? perfect. they'd calm the group down incredibly well and would keep tyler from leaving vincent behind "accidentally"

i think elliott would quickly fall if left unattended. i love the man, i do. but he is not a fighter. he would walk up to a monster and shake hands with it, actually. elliott IS the dumb himbo (alex and sam are right there but you cant deny that elliott has the moron genes cmon). im debating between robin and leah for who would survive on their own. i think they'd both do pretty good if either one of them trailed behind, robin moreso.

you've got me fucked up if you think tyler isn't gonna explode. but, townie-wise, it's leah. leah would definitely lose her temper. sure, her BFF is there, and sure, the people in the group aren't totally unbearable, but holy shit in a time of crisis and with people obviously panicking inside, she's losing it. there's no way she won't lose it on accident.

toss up between elliott and vincent for who's getting eaten first. on one hand, tyler would absolutely leave vincent to get eaten (robin would not, she will stoop in and pick him up before a monster can eat him), but on the other hand, elliott would fall behind and probably get caught up with a bunch of monsters (people assume he'll do well on his own because he's a GROWN ASS MAN.)

i think they'd all probably get out in the end. maybe. ok, they might've lost elliott but hey! 5/6 people getting out alive? i'll take it!

tyler will mourn the loss of his court fool (not actually his court fool, but every time he wants a laugh he'll listen to elliott ramble on.) (he does not respect elliott.)

ok yeah that's it. followup questions are welcomed and encouraged

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calebwittebane · 2 years

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its impossible to talk about being a survivor of incest with anyone except other survivors of it and by that i mean youll still find lots of people among them with 0 compassion who project their internalized victim-blaming and self-loathing onto others as a coping mechanism. its impossible to have any kind of constructive discourse about it openly because everyones so focused on loudly projecting their personal opinion on What Should Be Done and how disgusted they are and whatever cospiracy theory is trending this time. everyone wants to punish offenders and no one wants to listen to survivors, because its easier to sound like a tough guy being Hard On The Bad People than it is to show empathy and listen even if its difficult and contradicts what youve been made to believe. the preferable state of things for the general public is Never Talk About It. shooting squad for the messenger. to say that the legal system is no help is such an understatement, most of us dont even begin to think about bringing it into the situation in the first place. we're too busy surviving and being so fucking alone and made to feel absolutely crazy 24/7 and understanding that if you even try to open up a little too much youll be shunned by people you thought you could trust. in the end youre just left apologizing to people for being such a bummer all the time. or you try not to be and you feel like a wild animal performing for an audience that would have you put down if you stopped being entertaining. everyone and their mother seems to have an opinion on what youve been through and topics related to it like its a pineapple on pizza type debate. like they dont have to know anything, like theres nothing to know. to them its so simple: some people are bad and do bad things and what matters is punishing those bad people and what also matters is their potential future victims we have successfully protected by doing so. it doesnt matter that most of those bad people are made up, and the real specific ones that are brought up dont even constitute 1% of the actual offenders. and what especially doesn't matter is the existing victims. especially the adult victims. the adult victims who cant get a job, who are unstable, who dont even know how to talk about their experiences, who aren't able to just valiantly hide everything and then go to therapy once a week and cry their eyes out. the adult victims who want to talk about their experiences but no one wants them to. the adult victims you cant hold and pity and lament how small and defenseless they are, because to see the smallness and defenselessness youd have to look past the grown adult in front of you and this just doesnt have the pathos. this is just a pathetic weirdo who needs to grow up. a pathetic weirdo whos so joyless and potentially dangerous for being critical of the construct of The Family, who just wants to be miserable, who has ideas and thought processes and experiences no one wants to hear about. whos probably making it all up anyway. i mean they didn't talk about it for so long. they spent painful decades sleepwalking through life and pushing everything into a small dusty corner of their mind and cut themselves into smaller pieces every day all so they could avoid ruining everyones fun, everyones family photos, everyones memories, everyones day, everyones mood. they made it up for attention.

#csa tw #ranting rambling lamenting etc

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Challenge Accepted

-Part 1

Pairings:Suna x Fem!reader

Warnings:Robbery, Cursing, Punching, Violence, Etc

Summary:Being a spy for an underground organization is a tough nut to crack, let alone being one the best spies, and youre enjoying every second of it. However, things change when you bump into Rintarou Suna, also one of the bests but from your rival organization, during an important mission.

Word Count:1.4K

A/n:English isn't my main language so sorry if theres any mistakes in the following text.

This is just the beginning...

MasterList ⇝ Part 2

"Oikawa! I said point the fucking flash light on my hand, not on my eyes! I cant see shit like this!"

When people hear the word "Spy", many things come to their minds. Going to difficult missions pretending to be someone you're not, knowing how to handle a fight when things get ugly and having professional acting skills. These were the terms that could describe a spy, or a good one at least; but a spy's job is to go undercover and gain important information that nobody else has the balls to get their hands on, not to go rob rich ass bastard's Coffer.

Which was the reason why you and your partner Oikawa, one of the best spies of the Organization, were in this mess.

"Chill out, Girl! Youre not cleaving an atom, you know"

Oikawa was a good spy, even more experienced than you; which explained why he was so popular among the other members, Though his good looking face and cheeky manners werent exactly ineffective in the case. But the boss also trusted him, and that was surely not because of his handsomeness or charm.

Oikawa was good, but he always turned into a fucking moron when he wasn't interested in the job, and unfortunately, the "job" was not exactly killer everytime he got paired up with you.

"Wanna unlock in yourself, then?"

"My sincerest apologies, My lady; where did you want me to lighten up again?"

Oikawa was many things, and "A best partner" was definitely one of them. not because of how helpful he was during the mission, you prefered doing things on your own anyway; but because he could make you laugh at shitty moments, like this one.

"Clown"

You chuckled, stuck your ear to the iron wall of the Coffer while spinning the combination lock, carefully listening to see if you could hear a particular "Tik" and then end this nightmare, but unfortunately, today was definitely not your day.

"You're hurting my feelings, Y/n Chan! That's so cruel!"

"Im sorry. You happy? Now shut your mouth so I can open this damn thing and get this shit over with"

Maybe it really wasn't easy for him to be serious at this moment. Oikawa was in charge of tricky missions, he had even dealed with the president's security gaurd once, so it was natural for him not to give a shit about this mission. You weren't exactly happy either, this was most certainly not the reason why you got up at 4am, wearing tight black sheath. That was why you wanted to end this mission so badly, but Oikawa being a dumbass was clearly not helpful at all.

Though the mood lightened up a bit when you finally heard the Coffer's door getting unlocked.

"Oh, thank god! C'mon! Grab the files and lets get the fuck out of here!"

Oikawa chuckled, bending over to grab the black bag he had brought with himself, until you heard quiet, careful footsteps that surely did not belong to any of you.

"Oiks, someone's coming!"

"Say less"

If you were in any other circumstance you could easily just beat the shit out of the interrupter, but the boss specifically ordered you to do this mission quietly. No fuss, no fights, only clean work.

You and Oikawa were already hiding out somewhere in the corner of the office when a short, weird looking guy stepped inside. But it wasn't his looks that appeared to be weird;

it was the fact that he didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He just carefully looked around, shone the flash light he was holding around the room, and quickly went for the money in the Coffer you suffered to unlock with so much pain.

Weird.

If he was the building's security gaurd or something, then why the hell was he acting like this?

"Are you thinking what i'm thinking?"

"Yup"

Well, the night was finally getting interesting.

"On three. One...Two...Three!"

you both got up at the same time and went behind the man, who was too busy packing the money in Oikawa's bag for himself that he didn't even seem to notice you two.

Oikawa let out a nervy chuckle as he hit the guy in the arm.

"Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?"

Thankfully the room was dark, so the man couldn't see the way you were both dressed; or else he wouldn't have thought of you as the building's owners.

"I-Im sorry! P-Please forgive me! I promise i won't ever go stealing again!"

"You think it's that easy? So a pitiful scumbag like you dares to attempt on stealing my money? MY MONEY?"

you smiled at the sight and snatched the bag from the man. It was obvious that Oikawa was enjoying himself. Anyone could tell that from the smug look on his face.

"I won't ever do it again! Please have mercy on me this time! I dont wanna go to jail!"

The man was shaking in fear. He was on his knees, practically begging him to let him get away. It wasn't exactly a pleasant scene, since you were not really different from him tonight.

"Well, you should have thought about that before getting your hands on my belongings"

"Let him go. It's not worth it"

Oikawa showed you a devilish look before turning his head back to the man, and grabbed his collar.

"How about i teach you a lesson instead of turning you in to the cops, hm?"

"Seriously, leave him alone. We're gonna be late"

"Fine! party pooper"

"Are these the files?"

The boss carefully grabbed the papers and looked through them. They didn't look really interesting, but it seemed like he had a different opinion.

"Yes sir, these were all that were in the Coffer"

"Hm...interseting"

"And which part is exactly "Interesting"? cause I seem to be failing to notice" Oikawa mumbled while looking through his phone. He had the fun he wanted with that man, but he wasn't completely satisfied with the results.

"Well it is interesting, but the rest of the mission doesn't concern you. Only her" The boss put the papers down and smiled at your surprised reaction. You sure did not see this coming, but was really curious now that it seemed like an important job.

Oikawa shared a glance between you two before pouting and whining like a big baby. "What do you mean this doesn't concern me? She and I are together in this!"

"No you're not. You were just nagging in my ear, telling me to give you a real mission next time!"

You giggled and tried to reach the files while observing the bosses action, and when he blinked meaning that it was ok for you to touch the case, you started reading the file out loud.

"The giant atomic bomb...project?"

"Yup. That's what all this is about" The boss was now wearing a serious look, trying to choose his next words carefully.

Well,You sure did not expected this.

"Ok...so,what does it have to do with us? It says here that it's worth millions of Dollars!"

"That is why we need to get our hands on it"

The smirk that appeared on your face was definitely the sign of satisfaction. This was kinda like the robbery you did a while ago, only bigger.

Much bigger, much better, and undeniably much funner.

You didn't particulary cared about the money, but the work was absolutely going to be Challenging.

Who were you to turn down such a big opportunity to have some fun? Maybe you could break some noses, smash a few heads and kick some balls while you were at it.

"But you gotta be careful, cause obviously, we aren't the only people who have their eyes on this treasure. Other organizations are probably going to poke their nose into this mission, that's why i need you to be very careful. Oikawa is a known agent, but since you started working here a few month ago and were able to keep your cover, nobody knows about your identity and your fighting skills and instinct are definitely different from a rookie's; Therefore, you're our best choice. So, can i trust you, Agent Y/n L/n?"

Your lips curled into a wide smile as you turned your head up, just to see the same look on your bosses face. He knew your answer beforehand, but clearly there was something enjoyable about it coming from your own mouth.

"You can count on me, Sir"

To be Continued...

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inkybinkyboink · 1 year

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the maze runner chapters 16-30

ok so in the last part we rlly got to see an idea of how dashner sees gender roles, and how he presents a lot of the guys which makes sense because he was keeping it as colloquial as possible. in round 2 he really broadens his horizons and we get to see more of the worldbuilding.

even though we dont really focus in on any particulars we still see this kind of really weird gender norms dashner imposes on characters like thomas. also, around this point i started to notice how weirdly written the pov was. it’s 3rd person limited, but, and this is just my opinion, i feel like that wasn’t the right choice? obviously it fits immediately because thomas cant remember anything, so writing in 3rd person limited echoes that, but you dont HAVE to write in 3rd person limited to show your audience how deprived of information these boys are. and this is just one example in a mountain of (admittedly picky) issues i have with the world building.

a big chunk of this section was the big scene where thomas gets stuck in the maze with minho. something i noticed, which is kind of more funny than an actual issue, is the fact that dasher pulls a chekovs gun. when thomas is pulling alby up into the vines, he repeatedly tells us all of the vines hold, and he continues this when thomas begins to run away from the griever. so you think “oh one of the vines is probably gonna betray him and snap” but instead he,,,smashes into a wall? why did you tell us all the vines were holding?

a lot of my notes deal with the general idea of The Creators not wanting them to get out of the maze, and yet giving them tools and little things to actively help them get out of the maze. if the creators sent thomas into the maze/he sent himself, why are they then actively trying to kill him even though he’s the special one. the fact that they receive an antidote for the griever poison implies that the people who put them there want them to remember, but then when alby tries talking about it, they choke him indirectly. also, on that note, when alby chokes himself, it lends the implication that WCKD can withhold them from themselves only points to the conclusion that they know their memory wipes aren’t perfect, ergo, WCKD kind of sucks at their jobs.

on the note of griever poison, newt directly says that folks who go through the changing- who get bitten, become different and unlikeable. number one with this is i feel like it also doesnt make sense. you build a small government with visible attempts to get out of the place you’re stuck in, but then when someone has information that may or may not provide answers, they don’t want to share it. second with this is, like i mentioned before, folks who go through the changing become unlikeable, and yet alby goes right back to normal.

we get thomas’ trial and it only reinforces my confusion for how these kids have survived for two years. it’s a democracy, but they fucking beat up gally when he becomes too rowdy. it comes out of left field and it doesnt match their apparent morals at ALL. this is not how a democracy works. also, in gally’s defence, we the readers have the benefit of dramatic irony, and we know what thomas did. gally doesn’t. even though we’re not supposed to like gally, he’s more or less completely in right being suspicious.

on a lighter note, dashner begins to integrate the larger theme of law and order, or order and freedom, and i think he does this at a really good point in the book.

something i was genuinely curious about was at what point do the kids get their new names. because clint says that teresa keeps saying thomas’ name in her sleep over and over, but they knew each other before the maze, so when did thomas get his name, and when did teresa get hers?

something else i wondered about was their jail. is it something they built or was it there when they showed up? also, why is it described like its a minecraft jail in a woodland mansion.

lastly, thomas has a sort of heart-to-heart with chuck, and it thought it was noteworthy because of the way thomas reacts. he gets mad, says that he wishes chuck had a good mom and stuff, and says and i fucking quote “thomas hated the people who’d taken this poor innocent kid from his family”. and all im wondering about it “what about the jail theory? are we gonna expand on that? because it’s a viable option”.

and just to be mean, i have a bone to pick with the line, “but happiness had been ripped from their lives. love had been ripped from their lives.” because while true, it implies that happiness and love only presents itself in one form.

im sure at the end all of the Creator stuff will make sense, but there’s something about the inconsistencies and the lack of explanation where there should be explanation that makes the whole idea of Whats Outside the Maze feel confusing and convoluted, and i dont mean in an intentional way because none of these boys remember anything.

this is why i meantioned the POV thing earlier. i think it comes down to what the book is really about. we’re supposed to get out of the maze with thomas, right? i almost feel like it would be more rewarding if we were reading about him with the added knowlege of whats outside the maze. it would allow the author to tell us as much as he wants, and show us how good or bad they really are. it would be more interesting to read. then again, i watch myself saying things like that, because this is a novel for kids, and you cant get too complicated with kids stuff.

as a kids book, its fine so far, except for the gendered stuff and weird concepts of government they have, but looking at it objectively as you might with any other piece of literature? james you are on thin ice, bitch. thin ice.

#the maze runner #all opinions are my own we can coexist!

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dirtytransmasc · 2 years

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Thrifting

first off I want to say one thing. thrift responsibly, don't buy out a whole store, don't buy all of the good stuff the expensive stuff leaving nothing for people who really need it, and don't resell things for crazy prices. thrift stores are a mercy for some people, me included, I'm lucky to be able to thrift for recreation every once and a while. dont steal from the poor just you can have a good haul, be considerate. common sense is a key when thrifting, especially when you have money.

second of I would like to make it clear, I fully acknowledge my crazy, my oddity. I probably sound batshit insane, and that's ok. this is me as naturally as I come. I'm autistic and traumatized, I learned to empathize with the lesser and inanimate as a child to escape the horrors of my life. I talked plants and rocks, the wind and stars, words on the bound paper of books. I've always been odd, since birth I believe, but my mom has always said it began when I learned to read and discovered the mystical land of fiction. (getting poetic before the poetry even begins, I cant hold myself back)

now, onto the main event.

This is what my personal experience with thrifting is;

I've gone into long conversation with my grandmother while walking through thrift stores about how I always love the damaged pieces everyone avoids. she always scolds me for picking up objects that are scratched up or missing a piece, asking why I would want them, and I explain it simply has character and deserves a home. I see these objects as sentient beings, having soaked up their own lives from the homes they once resided in. they are their own creatures, deserving of love.

I thrift to give homes to the objects turned down and discarded for their scars and imperfection, the objects given away because they were deemed useless. where some see damage, I see worn beauty and character. I like to bring these objects home, make them feel cherished for what they are, not covering up their stories. I see myself in them.

I'm drawn to old pieces of woodwork, books, or other things of that nature. beaten and battered, littered in chips and nicks, the average person would pass them up for being too worn to be of any use. but if you look a little bit deeper you would find a warm hominess, the flickering of tired love and compassion, longing to be cared for by gentle hands.

these are the types of objects I would pick up with both hands and hold close to my chest, to handle with absolute care. they would be the type of objects I speak to gently as I wipe away the grime and dust, as I find just the right spot to lay them to rest in my home. they'd be the object I run my fingers over gently whenever I pass them, telling them of my day, asking how theirs was in return.

some objects need a purpose, a need to be used. their longing for a reason dripping from them so distinctly it's tangible. it would feel wrong not to give them a job, but also to make it clear they don't need to fulfill a purpose to be welcome. I thank them for the work they do, maintain their bodies, and retire them when they are ready.

others come home too tired to work. these are laid gently in a warm, safe place, cherished for their beauty and the comfort they bring. I speak to these objects the most.

In a perfect world my home would be filled solely with these objects, I'd take them in like strays. none of them would leave, even once they're broken, what I would do with those objects I don't know, but I've yet to part with something of this nature, so I'm sure I can figure out something by the time I have to.

thrifting is my way of caring for the lost and broken, to give a fraction of the love in my heart to something, to ease the pain in my chest that hurts for those who have suffered the same pain as me.

and if it makes me crazy, thats fine. if it earns me odd glances to soothe these objects, so be it. it is in my belief, as a witch and believer in the odd and mystical, objects can be alive in some distant sense, maybe not as you and me, but in spirit; ad if others disagree and think I talk to inanimate objects, that's alright. to me this is therapy, this is the good I can do for the world.

if this seems familiar, its because its recycled from my previous post.

#thrifting #odd #oddities #used items #strange #poetry #???#I think this counts as poetry #what do you tag this #talking to inanimate objects #trauma #escapism #broken #home

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