#i was like NO. NO !! NO !!!!!!! FUCK YOU and then 2001 and i just went ok. yknow what. fuck it

[todayisafridaynight]

one of the weirdest bits of trivia about aoki is that according to the article saeko was reading he ‘was a shut-in until he was 20 then he suddenly took off for america’ and like that’s fine but he would’ve actually been 24 if he enrolled at harvard in september 2001 but a literal line earlier in the same article it correctly ages him at 42 in 2019 if LaD7 takes place in the spring and his birthday’s at the end of the year so i’m just. Why Did You Make it Seem Like you Were Four Years Younger For College. also can no one do math if he was 20 in 2001 he’d be 38 by 2019, he’d have to be in school in 1996 for everything to line up unless you’re telling me the story they made is he left for america in 1996 and graduated in 2000--

#snap chats #also aoki's birthday being dec 31st is fucking with my head good god maths hard #top ten things only i care about This #speaking of college i love how nanba is like. the only other character we can confidently say went to college #like damn what a contrast but not like nanba didnt have it good- he just took the fall for a terrible person unfortunately #anyway back on topic this makes me mad LMAO #BECAUSE LIKE i figured he arrived in america a short while after ichi was arrested in 2001 then he had to wait four months for his surgery #and then by the time he took the additional 3-4 months to recover then he could enroll in september #and it's not like he couldn't speedrun college it is very much possible to get a bachelor's in one or two years if you cram enough #so then if he enrolled in 2001 he'd be ready to leave in 2004 right #but i just wanna know where these ages are coming from #i get that sawashiro and masumi had to manufacture a new life for him but its just funny that this detail is just soooo. ???? #like they didnt make him older they didnt make him younger but they did mess with his college record ig

[comfycozycrossfox]

everyone in my immediate family smokes weed and my parents have for YEARSSS and years and years . which is cool bc they have hella knowledge from like Experience and also older smoking culture . but also i go to modern dispensaries so i know about weed technology they aren’t even AWARE OFFFF bc they figured out what they liked years ago and didn’t really keep up. which means i get to do shit like teaching my mom what a dab pen is

#also hash? but i think hash has been around for a MINUTE #i think that’s just one she never got into #anyway my dad grows and has for years so they don’t go out and buy shit ever #which they WENT TO COUNTY JAIL FORRRRR #before i was born #which is so funny to me they didn’t tell me that until i was 17/18 lol #before my mother was pregnant also i wasn’t there at all. this must’ve been 2001-2003 bc i can’t imagine this happened with my brother aliv #alive^ #anyway my mom didn’t believe me when i said it wasn’t nicotine #she saw me with it and was like ‘is that a vape?? is that nicotine?? don’t fucking do that’ #(from the mindset of someone that’s smoked for my entire life and i believe longer. she doesn’t want to see my ass with nic addiction) #and i had to be like ‘no ma it’s dab wax. it’s just like weed it’s thc’ #had to walk her through how it worked #came up again recently bc she was like ‘oh i bet you have a ton of bud from dispensaries now huh’ #and i went ‘nah actually i don’t buy a lot of bud i only really use dispensaries for edibles and pens’ #which is in fact true i get bud for free so i only really buy it when i want a specific effect #i’ve been tryna figure out what specific strain i’d need to make me hella euphoric and boost appetite rn #idk enough about terpenes it’s a struggle #anyway. #redd’s drug corner #LMAO #also fun fact i’ve told my mom explicitly that i got my weed card for PTSD and she’s never questioned it #i’ve mentioned having PTSD more than once and at no point has she gone ‘for fucking what?????’ #like idk if she thinks i’m bullshitting or if she has an idea in mind of what SHE thinks it’s from #more than anything i have a feeling she straight doesn’t wanna know bc she thinks it’d hurt her feelings #which like. yeah it would a little probably

[sammydem0n64]

I say "lilyheart is a period piece (2020-2021) for no reason" as if it isn't great to have an exact date for events in the story. like 2001 for Nicholas' murder and 2014 for Plum's death. Y'know

#Like 'the 2001 incident' in the context of a peaceful town finally having a major case after eons is sooo much better than #'the assa incident' yknow #Sure naming the victim is nice but the whole thing is that Berry caused the first fuckery Karson experienced in DECADES #Bc the last like. full on crimes have been turned into mythos! The kids going missing was so long ago it's practically all rumor now! #Shows just how far along it's been and gives you a specific time frame for when things went fucky #I may have said this before but yknow. 2020 was often regarded as a time 'the world ended' due to all the shit happening at the time #And while none of that applies to Lilyheart like theres no covid pandemic it's a nice little tongue in cheek thing #bc yeah. sure. why not. during the year shit was fucked suddenly the world is being reintroduced to monsters #mark that off the 2020 bingo card. oh hey people are being murdered too. oh well #really the only casuality involved with giving it a specific date IS of course outside oc interaction. but that's what aus r for!!! #teehee. anyways

[justiceamberheard]

Lola Glaudini shared a new story about Johnny Depp from the set of the 2001 film ''Blow'' on an episode of the Powerful Truth Angels podcast in January. The actress says the experience was brought back to her mind while watching news footage of the Depp/Amber Heard trial.

Johnny Depp… comes up to me, sticks his finger in my face. And I’m in a bikini, on the ground, like this. And he comes over and he goes, ‘Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are? Shut the fuck up. I’m out here, and I’m trying to fuckin’ say my lines, and you’re fuckin’ pulling focus, you fucking idiot! …Oh, now? Oh now it’s not so funny? Now you can shut up? Now you can fuckin’ shut the fuck up? Oh it’s not funny now? Okay, the quiet that you are right now, that’s how you fuckin’ stay.’ First day on the set. I’d never met him. This is my first studio movie, I’ve just done indies until then. And I have the star who I have idolized, who I’m so excited to work with, reamed me in my face. The only thing going through my head was, ‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.’”

Demme didn’t intervene on Glaudini’s behalf, and over the next “five, six more hours” she was treated by everyone on set as a “pariah.” “Like, no one wanted to fucking talk to me, because I’m the bitch who he railed at,” the actor recalls. Afterward, she went to her trailer and sobbed, then spoke to her father, who said she could either choose to walk away or “don’t let them see you sweat.” Resolved to stay on the film, she left her trailer and was confronted by Depp again. Looking down on her from the doorframe of her own trailer, the star gave her “a non-apology apology,” giving excuses that he was “really in [his] head” and that the Boston accent he was doing was “really fucking with [him].” When he said he wanted to make sure the pair was “cool,” “I just looked at him and I was like, ‘I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Of course. Totally cool,” Glaudini says. “’Cause I was just like, don’t let them see you sweat. And so that was that. And then we had six weeks in Acapulco.”

#anti johnny depp #lola glaudini #johnny depp #i stand with amber heard

[lu-vin-it]

Fate

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Summary: Daryl and Y/N are split at the beginning of the apocalypse. When a new group comes to the farm, maybe fate will be on your side.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1,903

Warnings: Mention of weed/smoking, i think mention of alcohol too. also minors having sex, not explicit but it is hinted that Daryl hooked up w/ a girl when he was 15

A/N: Ty @stqrluvr for proofreading ily bf!!!

Edit: Hey! After reading the comics I realized that Daryl isn’t in his 30s when the apocalypse started so i changed the years up a bit! for context: Carol is 25 and he’s supposed to be younger than her according to some sources so I went with that.

Aprox. 1999- Daryl and Y/N are 13 and 14 respectively .

“Y/N, this is Daryl. Why don’t y’all two go play up in your room while the grown ups talk?” Your Dad said, a blonde boy who looked about your age stood behind him with his dad and older brother. 

“I have homework, Dadd-“ You stopped when you saw the anger fester on your Dad’s face. “Uh.. we’ll go on a walk.” 

“Alright.. why don’t you go to the gas station..” he reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet, handing you a ten dollar bill. “get somethin’ for yourself and your new friend.” You took the money and nodded before closing your notebook and walking past the men. Daryl followed you. 

“Son of bitch treats me like I’m six and not fourteen..” You turned to the boy. “Wanna get some candy?” 

“You buyin’?” You laugh and nod.

“C’mon.” You nod at the direction of the highway. He smiled and followed you. 

Aprox. 2001

“Daryl, wake the fuck up. I’m gonna leave in ten minutes with or without you, you fuckin’ ass.” You yell into your best friend’s room. Sighing, you put your hand against your forehead and walked to the living room. 

“Y/N.. how old are you now?” You look up to see Merle Dixon creepily staring at you. 

“Not old enough… I will never be old enough..” You gag. 

“Well you’re the one who came into my house lookin like that.” He licks his lips. 

“Yeah. I sure did. For Daryl. Go fuck yourself, Merle.” You flip him the bird. 

“Shit, sorry Y/N. I overslept.” You turn around to see Daryl leaving his room shirtless, a girl, who you recognized from school, but not well enough to know the name of, walks out behind him. She stands awkwardly for a moment before waving at you and leaving. 

“And who was that?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Er.. Sandy. I think. I dunno.. I was drunk as shit yesterday.” You laugh to cover up the jealousness you felt.

“Please..” You say, still laughing. “Hurry up and get dressed before I leave you here to go to this lake by myself.” You shake your head and walk out of the house to your car. 

Aprox. 2007

“I don’t get it dude.” You said, shaking your head. Daryl sighs.

“There ain’t nothin’ to get. He’s a cheatin’ asshole who would have done the same thing to anyone.” You glance up at him and wipe the tears off your cheek. 

“Yea.. I guess. I just..” You sigh. “I thought he was the one.. you know?” You scoff at yourself. “Stupid.” 

“It ain’t stupid. He’s stupid.” Daryl flicked the cigarette butt on the ground and smashed it with his heel. “Never liked his sorry ass.” He mumbled. While that was true, he mostly didn’t like him because he was with you.. and that was what Daryl wanted more than anything. 

Aprox. 2009

“Ugh..” You groan. “I hate school, why did I become a teacher?” You hypothetically ask Daryl. He was laughing at you from across the living room. You were grading papers while Daryl was watching a wrestling match on TV. 

“‘Cause you wanted to ‘Make an impact in kids' lives’.” You roll your eyes.

“Fuck the kids.” You mumble, glaring at the stack of essays in front of you. “Whose winnin’?” 

“I reckon Randy Orton.. seems most likely.” You nod.

“Yeah..”

August 15th, 2010. 11 Days pre-apocalypse.

“Have fun on the campin’ trip.” You said, switching your phone to your other ear. 

“Yeah.. Merle’s comin’ along so.. I probably won’t.” You frown at your pessimistic best friend.

“Why is that douche comin’? Thought you said he was out on another bender?” You ask, reminding him of the conversation you had the day before.

“He was. Came home last night full o’ beer. He was high as shit too. Guess he just wants to prove he’s more capable than me.” Daryl sighs. “How’s Atlanta? Fuck any politicians yet?” You loudly laugh.

“I hate you, no I have not. But if I do, I’ll call you right after.” You pulled your phone off your ear when you felt it buzz, your Dad was calling you. “My Dad’s callin’. I gotta go, bye Dar.” 

“Stay safe.” With that you end the call and accept your Dad’s.

August 27th, day after the apocalypse began.

“C’mon, you can come to my house.. it’s safe there.” You look at your friend, Maggie, and nod. “We can make signs to leave on the road, that way if your Dad or someone comes looking for you, they can find you.” You smile at her.

“It’s okay. Let’s go.. I guess.” You say monotonous. 

The day Carl gets shot. (Present day.)

“Shit! Whose that?” You exclaim, taking the dish gloves you had on to grab your gun and go to the door. “Someone’s here!” You look at the figure for a moment and realize he was carrying a child. You looked behind him and saw Otis along with another man running behind him. “They’re with Otis!” Hershel walks up to you and looks out the door over your shoulder. Maggie runs up behind y’all with her binoculars.

“Shit the boy is injured!” She yells

“Was he bit?” Hershel asks. The rest of the Greene family poured out the front door. 

“Shot. By your man.” The man, who was wearing a sheriff’s uniform, said. 

“Otis?” Patricia wondered aloud. 

“He said to find Hershel, is that you?” He sobbed. “Help me, help my boy.” 

“Get him inside!” Hershel hurries into the house, the entire household is on high alert. “Patricia get my whole kit.” He folds his sleeves up. “Maggie, painkillers— Coagulates— grab everything!”

“Okay!” 

“Y/N, clean towels, sheets, alcohol!” You run off to get everything Hershel asked. You grabbed everything faster than you knew you could run. 

“Here!” 

“Pillowcase!” 

“I-Is he alive?” 

“Pillowcase quick!” You take one off of one of the many pillows and hand it to him.

“Fold it! Quickly! Make it into a pad!” He grabs Rick’s hands and places them onto the makeshift pad. “Put pressure on it.” He puts his stethoscope on and listens around the boy’s chest. “I've got a heartbeat… it’s faint.” The man shakes. 

“I’ve got it— step back!” Patricia says, pushing back the stranger. 

“Maggie, IV.” 

“We need some space.” Maggie yells, pushing him back more. 

“Y/N, take him outside.” You nod and grab his hand, dragging him back out to the porch. 

“W-Wait no— My boy h-he.. I can’t leave Carl, what're you doing?” 

“What’s your name?” 

“R-Rick.” You nod.

“I’m Y/N. They need their space in the room right now. Let’s stay out here and talk.” Rick looked at you like you were crazy but nodded. “Okay. Good. Uhh.. where were you before what happened?” 

“Um. Uh. T-The highway. With my group.” 

“Oh you’ve got a group! That’s awesome. How many people are in your group?” 

“T-Ten. M-My best friend Shane he’ll be here with uh… with Otis any second now.” You nodded. 

“That’s nice that you have a best friend in your group. Who else are you close to in the group?” 

“M-My wife.. Lori.. s-she oughta be here..” He sobs, putting his face in his hands. 

“Run!” Your neck snaps to the field. Otis and another man were running.

“Stay here, what’s your friend’s name?” 

“Shane.” You nod and run to the men. 

“Shane, you go to Rick. I’ll stay with Otis and help him get to the house.” You say to the black haired man. He nodded and ran quicker. You jogged past him to Otis. You wrapped your arm around him and hauled him back to the house. 

Later that day, Otis and Shane left to get medical supplies for Carl while Maggie took the horse and went after Rick’s wife, Lori. A man called Glenn followed shortly after Lori’s arrival, he had T-Dog with him who was injured. Maggie seemed smitten with Glenn. He told you all that the rest of the group would be there the next day.

Shane came back that night with a heavy heart. Otis sacrificed himself for him. The night was full of grief.

The next morning, you woke up late. Everyone was outside helping the rest of the group settle in. You met Carol first, you told her you were sorry about her daughter and that you would help however you could. She thanked you and you helped her set up her things. You met Andrea next, she was a little more standoffish but you didn’t mind. 

After meeting Andrea, you retreated into the house, deciding to start on lunch. It wasn’t much, but you were able to make salads with the crops on the farm. Carol came to help you after a while.

“So.. how are you related to the Greenes?” 

“Oh I’m not. Maggie and I knew each other before the spread. We were hangin’ out when everythin’ went to shit and I couldn’t get back to my Dad.” 

“I’m sorry about your Dad.” You shook your head.

“S’fine, didn’t like him that much. Mostly my best friend that I miss. I don’t know if he made it out.” You snort. “Probably did though.. he and his brother were out hunting when everythin’ happened.” She nods.

“Maybe you’ll find him soon.” You smile.

“I hope so. I hope he’s alive when I do.” 

Carol went out to get everyone after you guys were done. It took about ten minutes before everyone 

came into the dining room. There wasn’t enough room for everyone at the table, so some stayed standing. 

“Where’s Daryl?” Andrea asked before shoving a forkful of lettuce in her mouth. Your mouth went dry. 

“He’s comin’, he was getting stuff ready to go after Sofia.” Rick replied. Your heart was beating out of your chest. 

“N/N? You okay?” Beth pondered when she saw the look on your face. You nodded and walked out of the dining room and then out of the house. You looked around before you saw him. It was Daryl fucking Dixon. 

“Dixon!” You yelled, running down the steps and to him.

“Y/N?” He stopped in shock. 

“Holy shit!” You jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him. 

“W-What’re you doin’ here?” He pulled you off of him and held your face in his hands. You were crying at this point.

“Maggie, she was my teacher’s assistant and when the infection started she took me here.” You stared at him. “I’m so happy you’re here Daryl.. I was so worried that you did—“ You were cut off when Daryl leaned forward and kissed you. Of course, you kissed him back, you had been wanting this since you were 18. When you broke apart you smiled. “I love you.” You admitted. He grins and kisses you again, you knew that that meant he loved you back. 

“I’m so glad I found you.” He leaned his forehead against yours and smiled. 

“What just happened..” You turn around to see everyone on the porch, Glenn’s head was tilted and he stared in confusion.

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𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ☻︎ꨄ

#the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x you #rick grimes x reader #maggie greene x reader #maggie rhee x reader

[nhularin]

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

PAIRING bf! jay x reader GENRE toxic! relationship, angst no comfort WARNINGS insecurities,there might be some grammar mistakes WC 0.9k series masterlist

December 12, 2001

"so, how was your day?"

you looked at him, your voice soft as you asked. you and your boyfriend sat in his car, the air thick with tension. but jays response was anything but kind. his eyes narrowed as he looked straight ahead of the road, his voice filled with bitterness. "fine" he spit out and silence fell upon you once again

no, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?

the tone of his voice made you recoil, your heart sinking. it was a typical thursday night and you haven't seen each other outside of school in what felt like forever. you had only wanted to check up on him, to show him that you cared about his well being. but his words sliced through you like a dagger, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

"thats great!" you tried to sound cheerful, but your voice betrayed you when those words came out quieter and wobblier than expected. you looked outside of the passenger seat's window, attempting to ignore the unbearable silence in the car. you could hear the joy and euphoria from passing cars and you couldn't help but feel jealousy radiating through you

All I did was speak normally, somehow I still struck a nerve

"why are you always so sensitive?" jay continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "you make everything about yourself. cant you see that I have my own problems to deal with?"

jay could feel your discomfort, he had to. hell, the passing cars could probably feel it "dont be like this" he said, sighing heavily "why do you always ask me that? you saw me at school. did you see me crying? no. so dont ask obvious shit when you already know the answer."

your eyes welled up with tears, voice trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just-" you paused, feeling your throat close up "we haven't hung out in a while and i just wanted to make sure that you were fine"

jay scoffed, his anger intensifying. "you think you can solve all my problems with a simple question? youre so naive. you don't understand anything. fine, coach Madson was a fucking asshole today but i knew you wouldn't understand. isnt a simple 'fine' enough? all you know is how to break out in song and dance with your theater friends"

im the love of your life until I make you mad

your heart shattered as his words echoed in your mind. you had hoped for a moment of connection, a chance to offer support. but instead, you found yourself facing his anger, his frustration, and his complete lack of empathy.

you longed for affection, for those sweet words of love to fall from his lips. but instead, you were met with a wall of unpredictability. one moment, he would hold your hand and make you feel like the most special person in the world. the next, he would push you away, leaving you wondering where you went wrong.

every little thing you did seemed to set him off, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. his anger was swift and cutting, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. it was a rollercoaster of emotions, and you couldn't help but question if he truly loved you.

jays grip on the wheel tightened even further as you reached a familiar intersection. the red light seemed to mock your mess of a relationship, the halted traffic mirroring your damaged connection.

as the light turned green, he pressed down on the gas pedal, your heart pounding heavily in your chest. the car lurched forward, the engine roaring, but the noise was nothing compared to the deafening silence between you two. the streets blurred as you sped through the night.

in that moment, you realized that jay wasn't capable of providing the love and understanding you have craved. he was a storm of emotions and absolutely unpredictable, lashing out at anyone who dared to get close.

on your late night drives, you would often find yourself bracing for impact. would jay walk you home, or would he send you home crying again? it was a cruel game of chance, and you were trapped in its endless cycle.

"look" he sighed "im sorry for lashing out, im just stressed with-" he paused longer than expected "practice, AP calc, everything, okay? its nothing personal"

his apology didnt change the storm of emotions forming inside you but you tried to tame it as best as possible, trying to look unbothered by his constant outbursts of hatred.

when did it all go wrong? you have known him since forever, his toothy grin and messed up bangs permanently engraved in your head. you managed to form an awkward smile "its okay" its always okay, as long as you were with him

do you love me, want me, hate me?

finally, you arrived at your house, and jay pulled over. the quiet and calm suburb contrasting the chaos in your head. the car idled, the engine still rumbling.

there was a moment of silence, a moment where the weight of your emotions hung in the air. and then, without another word, jay reached over and opened the car door. his gesture made you feel giddy and hope filled your heart. as you stepped out, you gave him your biggest smile

"ill see you tomorrow, text me, okay? i love you"

he didnt say it back nor did he message you that night

no, I don't understand

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[satoruhour]

THE RACER!JJK MULTIVERSE ˙⊹༺

“ask any racer — any real racer. it don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. winning’s winning.”

I. THE INTRODUCTION — JJK MEN AND THEIR CARS now, of course we can’t start this off by not introducing their rides! below are the cars that i’ve chosen for the boys, although they might not be as accurate in vibe or looks. this is all in good fun!

☆ gojo’s 1999 Nissan Skyline R34

☆ geto’s 1997 Mazda RX-7 Veilside Fortune

☆ nanami’s 1968 Dodge Charger

☆ toji’s 1969 Chevrolet Corvette Sting Ray

☆ sukuna’s 1966 Ford GT40 Chassis P/1046

☆ megumi’s 2001 Nissan Silvia S15 Spec-S

II. YOUR RELATIONSHIP it’s the 2000s and the height of illegal street racing is at its peak. amongst the frequents racers and spectators, there’s always a few that stand out with their upgraded NOS’s and sleek paint jobs, but more so because of their unmatched aura. it’s just that you never thought you’d be at the centre of it all, too, smiling over at your little racer boy from the passenger seat ♡

GO! / warnings: essentially car sex & pet names & unprotected sex for everything, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, public sex, geto listens in on a call, riding, implied p → v penetration, implied creampie / breeding, implied threesome w/ stsg (gojo), clit stimulation, handjob, semi-public sex, p → v penetration, doggy, geto asks and then takes a pic of you, creampie / breeding (geto), praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, pleasure dom nanami, squirting, clit stimulation (nanami), age gap (reader’s early 20s, toji is forty), oral (m receiving) while driving, facefucking, semi-public sex, clit stimulation, daddy kink, implied p → v penetration (toji)

REWARDS FROM A RACER / sukuna joins the fray! / warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink

LATE NIGHT DRIFT / megumi joins as well! / warnings: general, fluff

LLOROMANNIC / elaboration on racer!geto! / warnings: virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex

III. HOW DID YOU MEET? maybe you already knew the other, or maybe you didn’t, but either way you didn’t know fate had plans in store for you when you stumble across the racer, twined together by crankshafts and other... suggestive things!

first meeting / warnings: general, some fluff, suggestive in nanami’s drabble

IV. RELATED WORK perhaps you met them in a different way, or things didn’t work out — below are an assortment of fics that dictate a different way your life with our racer boys may have went. you could say it’s works that are canon-divergent!

alternate! how did you meet? / warnings: general, shitty boyfriend, some crude language on toji’s part

flag girl!reader series / a work in progress!

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[roguekhajiit]

TW: Transphobia

I had my first ever encounter with a transphobic member of the LGBTQ community this week.

At work on Monday, I overheard some co-workers discussing Transgender Day of Visibility and how President Biden issued a statement acknowledging Trans Day. Since it just so happened to occur on the same day as Easter this year, my very close-minded co-workers took that and Biden's statement as evidence that Trans people are trying to take over Easter!

Now, I consider myself to be Non-binary (specifically Demi-girl/Agender), but I tend to fly under the radar, which is very helpful since I live in a very, very red state. It doesn't hurt that my normal sense of personal style is very casual and all black. So, I can wear traditionally "men's" pants, and no one pays much attention to me, which is the way I prefer it. I hate anything that draws attention to myself.

So, I bit my tongue and hyperfocused on my work. Then, when I went home, the non-binary gremlin in me just couldn't be contained anymore; I opened Reddit and made a post about how no one is going around trying to steal stolen holidays.

Now, I was fully anticipating pissed off Christians to rain their uninhibited fake outrage down onto the comment section (which happened) but I wasn't anticipating a self-identified 60 yr old gay man to come into my comments saying things like, "Why would you put a Trans holiday anywhere near a religious holiday knowing every seven years it's gonna land on said holiday" and "As a gay man I believe that the one part of our community is stifling the rest of us."

Tell me you're transphobic without telling me you're transphobic.

Now, since I can't just ignore the sheer inaccuracy of his math; according to Google from 2001 to 2100, Easter will only land on March 31st 5 times. Five times in an entire century. The last time Easter was on March 31st, it was 2013. So, 11 years ago, or over a decade ago. No one gave a shit in 2013 that Easter and Trans Day were on the same day. But let the president acknowledge it in a statement and everyone loses their fucking minds.

So, why would you avoid celebrating something important in your life on the off chance that it might coincide with someone's religious holiday? Of course, you wouldn't. If your birthday is on Christmas, do you no longer have a birthday?

"Next, why wouldn't you place it in the month of pride then each day of pride month could have a different day celebrating each letter of the lbgtq+ community."

Yes, that is what Pride Month is for, celebrating the diversity of the LGBTQ+ community. But are you gay only in June?

But sadly, even some in our diverse community isolate and vilify trans individuals just like what this old gay dinosaur is doing. For 15 years, a vast majority didn't know or even give a shit that Trans Day existed. That is until a president acknowledged it.

"May I point out there's no gay holidays that coincide with Yom kipper or Ramadan."

True, Yom Kippur and Ramadan don't coincide with any "gay holidays," but Shavout is directly in the middle of Pride Month. Any outrage there?

"So just piss off the Christian's so they have one more thing to hate us for. I find many in our community asking for acceptance while giving none, just my opinion and nothing more."

How very accepting of you to say, my lord.

"Maybe it's time we all in the gay community and cis people give the whole year to the Trans community."

But they aren't asking for the year, or even a month. They just want one day that is their own. And even members of our own LGBTQ+ community can't even give them that.

"I'm gay so I can't be transphobic."

Your statements say otherwise. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you are absolved of your transphobia.

Perhaps it's time we stop placating these dusty ass old gay dinosaurs and call them out on their hateful thinking. Their "I got mine" attitude only harms our communities. Just because you won the fight for same sex marriage doesn't mean you're safe. The fight for equality is never-ending.

More and more of us are having our rights stripped away right before our very eyes. Roe v. Wade has already been overturned, and they aren't going to stop there. They never planned to stop there. They are very methodically chipping away at our rights. Right now, they are focusing their efforts on the trans community, slowly outlawing their very existence. And while they have you distracted by that, they are quietly overturning same sex marriage laws. Your rights aren't safe and never will be safe as long as we have members in our communities who subscribe to this kind of thinking.

#trans community #trans day of visibility #transgender #trans rights #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #lgbtqplus #transphobes #reddit #nonbinary #demigirl #demisexual #agender

[generallysapphic]

caught your attention +18 (shuri x reader)

youve noticed it before— the lingering stares, the intense firm grip she uses with you, how close she is to you, how frequently you are with her, how she looks at people when they stare at you. you hadn’t put two and two together until an incident that made you come to terms with just how much you mean to the queen.

possessive shuri my love <3 i’m all for slight power imbalances in relationships especially that in the fucking black panther whewww. she too fine and i know she’s crazy , okay!

warnings : possessive shuri x unaware reader, name calling, slight bullying, some violence (not towards the reader), maybe a little toxic shuri, overstim, crying, squirting, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, shy reader, pet names, spoiling, soft dom! shuri, sub! reader, possessive sex, semi public sex, public teasing, groping, slight breeding kink, masturbation.

translation: molo ekuseni, sthandwa : good morning my love

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you couldnt put your finger on it, but something was up with the queen.

shuri had been acting strange around you, holding your gaze, and looking deeply into your eyes. she was always on the verge of saying something, but then holding back and hiding behind a laugh. she would touch you often, holding your hand when you walked by her side, holding your waist if you got too close to her equipment and moving you very easily, she would lay her head on your shoulder when she got tired, place your leg over hers when you sat together, it was all the time, anywhere you both went.

and you accompanied her a lot.

you didn’t know why, you were just a scientist trying to serve your country the best way possible, but shuri took you everywhere with her, day trips to the market, nightly walks around the palace, to the lab just to talk, her office where she showed you new improvements to the black panther suit before she showed anyone else. and don’t be mistaken, working beside shuri had been a blessing so you never found these touches anything but a sign of her respect and appreciation for you, but they got more frequent, more… needy.

she would be so close so often, holding you and telling you secrets in the night like you were her most trusted confidant. and maybe you were, you had decided. besides riri, no one was on the level shuri was when it pertained to science and technology like you. you both understood the language better than most and when you had won the contest to work beside her, she whispered to you on the grand stage, “i knew it’d be you,”

you remember that day so fondly— the shudder that went through your body, how much you wished you couldve pulled away to find some release but the day wasn’t over; and neither was shuri. she was next to you the whole day, whispering and joking with you, holding you too close for comfort. the pictures that came out that night looked as if you were two were two steps away from pawing and fucking each other every moment.

but you steadied yourself, no way. there’s no way the queen of wakanda wanted you. not that you were bad but it’s just so unseemly, unprecedented. she could have any woman in wakanda, so a shy scientist who happened to know about ionic diffusion isn’t her likely soulmate, let alone someone she wanted.

but it still excited you, the thought that the queen of wakanda touches you, she whispers in your ear like she didn’t want anyone else to know, that someone that powerful and strong may have gotten weak in the knees because of you. it always had you under your sheets, sighing softly and trying to keep your voice down, your kimoyo beads shaking in your wrist with the added pressure on your clit.

you moaned softly, mind full of shuri— so strong and resilient, so kind and beautiful, it was such a lovely combination. you added more pressure, whimpering lowly, thinking of your last interaction with her in the lab.

during a late night the queen comes up behind you as you worked with tweezers in your hand, moving another molecule on the diagram on the lab table. shuri sighs, “you work so well with your hands, you know?” she says lowly, almost right at your ear and watching you carefully. your knees get weak, Bast, why did she say it like that? so sultry and captivating, you bite your lip and nod, “thank you, my queen, i learned from the best,” you whisper back and she smirks a bit.

she moves her hands against yours, her tattooed skin covering your gloves, “it’s too low,” she says, moving your tweezers up and you nod, listening and watching her hands move slowly against yours. “if you held your position, the whole thing would corrupt in on itself. so much time and work would go to waste if we let that happen, hmm?”

you let out a shaking breath and nod, moving it with your other hand in tandem with hers and then setting your tweezers down. the molecules light up a bright green color, your sequence was complete. you sigh out a breath of relief and turn to shuri and smile, “thank you,” you say sweetly and you see her lick her lips, holding eye contact with yours. “of course, princess,” the nickname leaving her lips as it’s done many times before.

shuri’s insistence on calling you ‘princess’ has you gasping. she had adopted the name quickly, whispering it in your ear and asking for ‘her princess’ over the kimoyo beads whenever she could. you toss your head back, feeling your thighs flex a bit as your clit pulses under your fingers. you let out a sigh, Bast, what would shuri think of you right now? her princess doing something so sinful as this, and the thought of getting caught has you moaning and moving your fingers faster and you feel it as you replay shuris voice in your head, “princess,” over and over and over again loops until—

“haaaa— shuri—!” it’s a long drawn out whisper of her name that causes you to cum, your body twitching and you whimper out as you feel your pussy pulse around nothing. you whimper once it over, body settling and mind still reeling. you lay back and exhale deeply, trying to steady yourself, before the guilt creeps back into your veins.

Bast, what would shuri think of you? she’d probably be so disappointed in you, how easy it was to throw you off with just a couple of simple of touches over the course of some weeks. you were so weak for her and she’d see it immediately.

you sigh and throw the covers from over you and decide to get some work done. the sun was peaking through your blinds and you check the time, barely 10 am. shuri always wanted you awake before 9 am but over the weekend she was more lenient about it. you opened your blinds and walked to your bathroom, washing your hands and turning on the shower.

you sighed again, trying to keep your thoughts together before you feel your kimoyo beads go off on your wrist,

shuri : good morning, princess, would you care to accompany me on a walk to the market? i need some things.

you blush, the text itself giving you butterflies. even early in the morning she’s thinking of you, using that silly nickname. you sigh and respond, of course, i can get ready now if you’d like.

causal, simple, you decided, undressing and stepping in the shower. she responds just as fast, i would, thank you, i���ll be in the lab.

you wash up quickly, not wanting to keep your queen waiting.

shuri’s in a simple tracksuit and shades once you meet her in the lab. you wear a pleated skirt and small top with some shoes, prepared to walk for a bit, as you know how long shuri’s market trips often last.

“good morning, did you sleep well?” she says, extending her hand and you take it, face hot and skin tingling, “yes, i did, thank you,” you say back and she smiles, tilting her head for you to follow, and of course you do.

she walks so close to you, your hand still in hers. you walk towards the markets and she holds a normal conversation with you like she always does and you have to keep your brain from melting to comprehend what she’s saying. “did you want to join me for dinner tonight?” she says to you lowly, now that the dora milaje are around.

you blink a couple of times, youve gotten dinner together before but so rarely did she ask you over the weekend. your mind wonders what could she have planned? does she have something planned? no, no she doesn’t see you that way, stop it— “y/n? are you alright?” she asks and she tilts your head towards hers with a soft grip of your chin and you gasp a bit. shuri holds your gaze, “what’s wrong?” she whispers again and you watch her lick her lips, and you stutter, “nothing.. nothing, i’m sorry i’m — im not fully awake, my queen, i’m.. im fine,” you say and she sighs. she strokes your cheek, “i told you, you can call me my name, princess. can you?”

and you want to fall over, your knees are weak and you feel it in your stomach, you lick your lips and sigh again, “yes. sorry, shuri,” and it comes out all breathless, like she’s taken the wind all out of your lungs (and she has) and she smiles, dropping her hand and walking with you once more. you exhales, that, you thought. it was that, that eye contact, the whispering, the touches, the way she says your name, it has to mean something. you want it to, at least.

shuri walks ahead of you to the first shop you reach, always asking if you wanted anything. you always shake your head no, insisting that the queen shouldn’t spend money on you and she always retorts, “i’d love to give you whatever you want,” in that hushed tone like she doesn’t want anyone to hear.

she has her hand around your waist all day, keeping you close and holding your hand. whenever she wants you to try something she feeds it to you, even going as far as wiping your mouth if it spills. and it’s nothing new; she’s done this whenever you two go on market dates — fuck, not dates but market trips, and it’s always so intense, her proximity so often. she laughs at nearly everything you say and it makes you smile.

“how about this one?” shuri suggest, the fifth necklace shes held to you at this shop alone. you’ve already got four bags in your hands already, and you sigh out a laugh, shaking your head, “no my queen, oh, shuri, no thank you, i have enough from our last trip.” and you did, she had bought you five necklaces you had been eyeing, not even knowing she was looking at you.

shuri sighs again, “how can you be my princess if you won’t let me spoil you?” she says it so casually and sets the piece down, your stomach flipping and your head spinning. her princess, there it was again, and you sigh as she grabs another. “this one, then, hmm?” and it’s gorgeous, you tilt your head at it, somewhat interested. it’s a long, silver chain with a gorgeous heart crest shaped ornament at the end. you smile, it is very lovely.

“excellent choice,” says the curator at the booth, you blinking a couple of times after you had forgotten he was there. “that pendant is a symbol of everlasting love and partnership,” shuri hands it back to him once he gestures towards her and he uses a small tool to pry it open, reveling an even smaller pendant inside, two rings interlocking with the other. you gasp a bit, looking fondly at it. “it’s lovely,” you sigh out and shuri nods to agree with you, “we’ll take it,”

you look at her, “shuri, it’s lovely but you don’t have to—” you start, but she holds up her hand to silence you, “it’s fine, sthandwa, i want to, alright?” and you nod, that obviously being the end of the conversation. the curator boxes up the necklace neatly, handing it to your queen with a gracious thank you, before nodding to you and walking off.

you stir, “you really didn’t have to,” you gnaw at your lip saying it, and she laughs a bit, sliding the box in one of her pockets then immediately putting her hand back in yours, “i know. i don’t ‘have’ to do anything, but i wanted to. can you accept that? that i want to spoil you?” she whispers it and you smile, your stomach fluttering at her words. “yes, i can it’s just—”

but you can’t get the rest out, there’s some commotion up ahead, right before the palace and shuri looks away from you to see what’s wrong. someone’s fighting, you can see it, upset and rambling about something and shuri frowns and looks back at you, “stay here,” and you nod as she taps twice on her necklace and her suit comes on top of her clothes, mask forming but you can hear her tell the dora “keep her safe,” before she walks into the crowd. some people begin running away, the panther easily putting an end to the reckless harm the person is causing.

you watch shuri fight, mesmerized, before aneka comes to your side, “come princess, the queen requested you be taken away from all this madness,” and you nod, following her and picking up your bags. you make it to safety quickly, aneka’s spear ready and waiting as she looks around to double check.

“aneka, what’s going on?” you whisper, looking with her, and she sighs. “it’s another riot, has the queen not told you?” and you shake your head, surprised. “a riot? whatever for?” and aneka blinks and purses her lips, “if shuri didn’t tell you, i won’t either,” and you frown at her, crossing your arms a bit, “if i’m supposedly this princess as shuri and you keep saying, why won’t anyone tell me anything! i demand to know,” you say back, frustrated that something so much as a riot could go down in your own city and you not be aware.

aneka sighs again, looking at your eyes and exhaling. “that’s just it, it’s you. you’re causing all this commotion, princess.” your eyebrows raise, me? you think. who could be fighting over me? you’re about to speak again but shuri finds you both, breathing hard and collecting herself, “are you alright?” she asks you and you alone, like aneka isn’t standing right there. you see her wounds first and your brain shifts into a panic, “yes, i’m fine, but you— you’re hurt,” you say softly, walking towards her and wanting to help.

shuri stifles a laugh and puts her hand up, “i’m fine. let’s go back home,” and you nod, looking at aneka who nods towards you and you follow them both, feeling more confused than ever.

it keeps you up that night, that there are riots seemingly over you. it just doesn’t make sense, you think pacing around your bathroom as you ready yourself for your dinner with shuri.

tonight, you nod in the mirror, tonight i’ll ask her. and she’ll have no choice but to tell me.

you walk out after adjusting your necklace once more, fixing your earrings and checking your dress. dinners with shuri always entailed the most romantic outfits and settings you could think of so you kept up with the tradition it seemed, wearing heels and shaving a bit like you might get something.

you sigh once you reach the main room, hearing the fireplace crinkling from the outside of the doors. she’s already there, you think to yourself, and push the doors open. and you were right, shuri was leaning against the table, dinner already set, wearing a shapely suit with the most dangerous v-neck in the world. she smiles at you once she looks up from her beads, coming up to you, “you look lovely, princess,” and the nickname makes you shudder but you try to keep it down, nodding and moving past her towards the table. you didn’t take her hand and you tried to miss the hurt she had on her face once you reach your seat, which she naturally pulls out for you.

“are you okay?” shuri says leaning down once you’re sat and you turn away, mock looking at the fire but it’s mostly because she’s too close again and she smells so lovely— “yes, i’m fine. tired, is all,”

and shuri sits from across you, sighing, “yes our date got cut short today, didn’t it? i’m sorry, sithandwa, we can go out again tomorrow,” and she sounds sincere, like she knows today upset you and that she knows you were looking forward to going out with her, like she knows you hated that it was cut short. you heart races, but you try to keep calm, “i was going to ask,” you start, picking at the dinner on your plate to avoid her gaze. “what was that riot about anyways?”

you look up once the question leaves your mouth and shuri’s holding your gaze, smirking a bit, “why, what did aneka tell you?” she says, softly, encouraging you to continue but it feels dangerous, and you don’t know where to go from here. you stammer, revealing yourself, “she— she hadn’t said anything, really. which is why— mainly why i was confused because even she didn’t know, is all,” and you feel small under her gaze and shuri chuckles a bit, before standing and making her way over to you.

shuri leans against your side of the table, tilting your head up to look at her once more. “did she say they were about you, love?” and you blink and try to look away, but she keeps your head still, continuing, “because if she did, she wasn’t lying. those riots— they are about you, every single one of them,” and your eyebrows lower, more confused than ever and before you can even say anything shuri cuts you off again, “but you’re safe, if that’s what you’re worried about. i wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, my love,” she says it like a promise.

you shudder at her tone, flexing your legs together to hide your arousal and control yourself, “why— what did i do?”

shuri smiles, “you got my attention.” and she says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

you blink a couple of times, trying to understand her and shuri sees the visible confusion on your face and laughs a bit, “my love, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?” and you shake your head, honest and spinning, what feels like, and shuri sucks her teeth a bit before finishing, “you won that contest, yes? to work beside me for a week, come up with new textiles and live here for a moment. y/n, you’ve been here for three months, almost. you didn’t think that was just an accident, did you?” she’s talking to you but your body is still floating, shuri wanted you, and she has for a while it seems, long enough for your entire country to notice before you did.

“and all those touches, all the times i kept beside you and whispered to you, did you think i was doing that to be friendly?” you lick your lips, shrugging, still speechless, it did mean something, she was doing it on purpose— “and i even call you princess. i thought that’d be the biggest clue in the world! but it seems you need me to be more explicit, right?” and you gasp a bit, Bast, how explicit was she planning on getting, you thought, trying to keep your legs closed and your soul intact with all this new information.

shuri calls you back to earth softly and you blink up at her again, “do you want me to say it then? since you haven’t know all this time, do you want me to tell you how badly i need you?” you swallow and stammer but shuri pays you no mind, leaning down to your eye level and she keeps going, “i can. i can tell you whatever you want. i need you, y/n. more than i have ever needed anyone else. and when you won that contest, i swore to myself i’d make you mine, that you were already mine. because you are, aren’t you love?”

you whimper closing your eyes, letting her words sink into your body, “you always have been, haven’t you? i know you felt it too— every time i touched you, i know you knew deep down, it meant more,” shuri whispers at you like you two aren’t already alone, like she doesn’t have your full attention yet and she does, Bast, you can’t think of anything but her, and you can hear her smile, “can you say it, princess? that you’re mine?”

it doesn’t take you long to gasp out, “yes, yes. i— i’m yours, shuri, all yours and i always have been,” finally opening your eyes again and she’s smiling down at you, stroking your cheek. “good girl,” she praises and you feel the floodgates open in your underwear, not even bothering to hide it anymore. she leans down and kisses your forehead, you lean up, wanting much more but shuri pulls away all too fast, moving away from you to sit back down.

you blink at her, missing her intoxicating touch, “i thought.. shuri,” you whisper and she looks at you, folding her napkin over her lap, settling to eat, “you’re not going to..” her eyebrow arches, and she gets it, smiling a bit. “oh, no love, i’ll fuck you good in bed, not here. i’ve wanted you in my bed for a while now anyways. can you be patient for me?” and you stir at her boldness, how explicit she is, but nod nonetheless, picking up your fork with shaking hands and letting your body cool down.

she wanted you. she wanted you, shuri wanted you, she wanted you so bad you already belonged to her before you even knew it, your mind is reeling as you try to eat, shuri keeping a normal conversation with you that you can’t comprehend, “i think we should go out tomorrow, do the rest of our shopping, yeah?” and you stir in the seat, the dampness of your underwear becoming uncomfortable. you nod, eating your salad quietly and shuri laughs.

“don’t tell me you’re that distracted, love. i barely said anything,” you gape at her, that was barely?! you sigh out, “well it was a lot for me,” you say, honestly. she cocks her head at you, “really? i’ll have to keep that in mind, do you want me to slow down then?”

no, yes, your mind wonders and shuri keeps talking, “because i can be a lot more explicit than that, of course. but if you don’t like it, let me know,” and you shake your head, “no, i like it! i — i don’t hate it, i just— it’s a lot,” you reiterate and shuri laughs again, “understood, are you finished eating then?” shuri’s looking at your plate, salad picked apart and few vegetables left. you nod as does she and stands, walking over to you and giving you no attention, grabbing your plate instead and handing it off to a small window.

she beckons you over to her at the doors, and you rush up, nearly tripping over yourself and following her, she holds your hand, keeping you close as your thoughts rampage through your head, queen shuri is taking you to bed, to her bed, to hold you down and keep you there, for who knows how long, Bast, she’s never going to let you go—

and suddenly you’re at your door, blinking. “we’re not—” and shuri smiles, “we are, just get your stuff, can you love?” and you nod, craving her approval and appreciation and she nods, you walk in your room grabbing all that you could think you needed for the night— your bonnet, a set of pajamas, your notepad that you took everywhere, some socks.

once you had everything you walked with shuri to her bedroom, a room you hadn’t been too acquired with but you were dying to know more. to be surrounded by the queen all in all had your knees weak, shuri noticing and smiling at you, “is it that exciting?” and you nod shyly, and her doors open.

it’s a lovely room, one entirely fit for a queen, as the saying goes. her bed has a beautiful duvet, white sheets just brushing the floor and so many soft pillows. you sigh and think about how good of a sleep you’ll get here every night, how good shuri will make love to you there every night. it makes your face heat up, all the implications conjuring in your mind before shuri comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you waist once your stuff is settled, “you alright?” she whispers and you nod, feeling her breath on your neck and it makes you shudder.

she smiles and kisses the back of your neck, “go lay down for me love, i’ll be right back,” and you nod again, breathless and compliant, following her damn near blindly. you separate, already missing her touch and you do as she says, settling on the bed and taking your heels off and removing your jewelry, opting to keep the necklace she had gotten you today on.

she comes back with a small bag, smiling, “you look so beautiful, my love, like you were meant to be there.” and her words hit you deep in your core, as they often do and you let out a breath, nodding. “thank you,” is all you can really say and she chuckles a bit, “you have already told me i can be a lot, so if it gets too much, just say ‘peach’ alright? i’ll stop regardless,” you smile a bit, “why peach?” and shuri shrugs, coming towards you and leaning down, faces not even two seconds apart.

you want to lean forward, close the space between the thing you had been craving for so long and shuri just smirks at you, “you’re mine, right, sithandwa?” and you sigh out a breathily, “yes,” and she leans forward the second it leaves your mouth, finally connecting your lips with hers and it takes you aback, moaning softly into her mouth.

Bast, it’s incredible, kissing shuri has got to be the most addictive thing in the world. the way she moves against you, the way her hands hold you steady, her lips are soft and sweet, and she opens yours with a gentle push of her tongue and even her tongue feels like silk, smooth and working against yours like she knows what you want before you even say it.

she tastes like fruit, you think, mind hazing over and body moving on its own. shuri leans you both back until your head hits the pillows and shuri is completely over you now, moving her legs against yours until her knee is right at your pussy, she pulls away sighing and you let out a gasp of air, not even realizing how long you had been kissing and how much it had an effect on you. you feel her knee move against you, the dampening you felt earlier turning into an entire flood and shuri feels it, too. you try to close your legs as you gasp, embarrassed, but shuri shushes you, “no, no, let me see,” she whispers lowly against your neck, and you moan, feeling her suck and bite there. your legs fall open nearly on command holding on to her forearms as her hands work against your breasts and fondle you out of your dress.

you gasp once your nipples hit the cold air and shuri pulls away to look at you, curls frenzied and mouth still wet. she smiles, “look at you, so beautiful, aren’t you?” you turn you head away at the praise and she chuckles again, taking your nipple in her mouth as she toys with the other one, moving her teeth against the sensitive skin. you whine, moving your hands against the sheets for some grounding. Bast, she was barely touching you and you felt like every part of your body was on fire, just from her kiss alone.

and shuri all too suddenly stops, pulling away and calling your name. you whine in sincere disappointment, dazed and foggy, “sthandwa, look at me,” and you do, eyes glazed over. “i intend to make you mine in this bed, alright? i am very serious about that safe word, because i don’t plan on letting you leave,” you nearly moan aloud at her words, squeezing your legs around hers and you nod, “yes, yes, i understand, shuri, please— i want to be yours, touch me,” you beg and shuri smiles again, that deep affectionate smile and takes off her own shirt, before moving down to your dress and slipping it off you with ease.

you lay in your underwear, on the queen’s sheets, naked and wet beyond your own comprehension and shuri looks at you like you’ve hung every star in the sky. she smooths over your legs sighing, kissing your skin and keeping your legs apart with a firm grip, some of her panther strength preceding her. she reaches your underwear and you sigh out a breathily moan, pushing your heat towards her face. she kisses around the skin of your underwear and you whine, “please.. i— i need you, please shuri,” it’s all you can beg, your mind spinning.

shuri nods, lifting your thighs up and pulling your underwear off and, finally finally, you feel your pussy under the exposed air, sighing as shuri looks at you and she sighs, rubbing up your thighs right near your lips. “all mine, right, sthandwa?” and you nod, pushing yourself towards her, begging for some stimulation. “yes, yes, all yours please—” you beg sweetly and she sighs again, leaning down and kissing your lips. you moan out breathily, as shuri adds more pressure, sucking at your clit and keeping your thighs apart, her hands flexing against your flesh.

she brings her fingers to your entrance, coaxing them inside you with ease. you whine at the feeling, her mouth on your clit and her fingers moving on top of your g-spot, and it causes you to toss your head back, mind spinning as your hands sink into the sheets. you moan out breathlessly, calls of shuri’s name falling off your lips. she licks all over you, what feels like her entire mouth swallowing your pussy as her fingers work. she adds pressure to your stomach with her other hand, and you jerk, twisting your body against her and moaning lowly, trying to take all that she gave.

you gasp once you feel it, the low buzzing in your core that has your legs shaking, “oh—! shuri, shuri, my love, i’m cumming, please…! i’m—!” and shuri pays you no mind, enthralled with your pussy and continuing her assault, fingers moving faster inside you and you can hear yourself in her tongue. your thighs clench as you moan, your orgasm flowing all the way inside you, your clit swelling under her tongue and your entrance fluttering around her fingers as you cum. you let out a breathless moan once you’re done, moving yourself away from her mouth slightly to stop the stimulation once you’re done.

shuri finally pulls away breathless and mouth nearly dripping, and you whine, legs twitching and head still spinning as you try to recover from your orgasm. shuri comes to you face, capturing your mouth with no regard how messy hers is and kisses you sweetly, making you taste yourself. you moan softly, wrapping your arms around her and she sighs. “you’re so perfect, nkosazana, so perfect,” she emphasizes against your lips and you nod, high on her words alone. shuri smiles a bit, pulling away and grabbing the black bag she had set aside, pulling out her strap and harness, and you exhales softly at the view of it.

shuri settles you with a touch of her hand against your thigh. “my love, are you okay with this?” she asks and you nod before she even finishes, leaning up a bit and watching her as she puts it on. she smiles, albeit shyly, and captures your mouth again, mostly to keep your eyes off her. you smile against her mouth, she gets shy, you concluded as she leans you back down against the bed, grabbing the lube and coaxing it over herself.

she works her fingers inside you with the other hand, moving them against your g-spot once more and you pull away from her mouth and moan, grabbing the sheets once more and shuri comes to your ear, whispering, “that’s it, love, let it out for me, let me hear you,” and you moan lowly, closing your eyes and leaning back again, letting her work inside you once more before you grow impatient, whining against her mouth once you’re connected again, “shuri, please, make me yours, i’m ready,” you whine and she blinks at you, surprised by your words but she groans and nods, rushing into place with a “of course,” softly leaving her lips.

she adjusts herself right in front of your pussy, leaning down and taking a portion of your thigh in her hands to hold you open. shuri enters you slowly, the strap stretching you open and pushing against you. you curse, head falling right against the pillows as she pushes into slowly, your eyes squeezing shut and you groan as you grab the sheets. shuri’s dick felt incredible, rigged on both sides and long enough to feel like it was in your stomach, stretching you and holding you open.

shuri’s is breathing deeply, trying to let you adjust, but the sight of your pussy full of her has her sighing and biting at her lips, “my love,” she says all too seriously to get your attention, “tell me i can move,”

and you sigh and nod, seeing the desperation on her face. she leans down and kisses you briefly as a thank you, before moving one hand to grab the headboard, the other hand still on your hip. she pulls out and pushes back in with force, taking the air from your lungs and you gasp, back arching and sheets ripping from under your hands, “oh, shuri—!”

and it’s all she needs.

shuri fucks against you, deep and slow, moving all the way inside you as your clit brushes against her abdomen. your eyes rolls back as she settles right on your g-spot, thrusting and unrelenting inside you. you let out breathless moans as your tits shake against your chest, the sound of slapping of skin echoing in your ears. shuri moans in tandem with her thrusts, “fuck, you sound so good, my love,” she whispers right in your ear and your back arches, wanting to be closer to her and she gets the hint, wrapping her arms around you waist and picking you up, pulling you into a different position entirely, thrusting up against you, now in her lap and shaking.

“shuri, shuri, shuri—!” you slur out against her, holding on to her shoulders for near dear life, her thrusts growing harder and harder. she moves you around so that your face is against her, continuing her thrusts, whispering, “you’re all mine, arent you, nkosazana?” and you nod deliriously, drunk on her dick and so close to cumming again, but shuri doesn’t let up, “say it, love, tell me,”

you gasp out, her speed unrelenting, and you feel like your crying, “i— oh, gods, i’m yours! shuri, i’m yours, i’m all yours— please, please don’t stop, i’m SO CLOSE—!” and shuri sighs out, “please, cum for me my love, show me how good i make you feel, love,” and it’s so much; her words piercing your skull, her hands gripping at your ass and her dick, stirring you up and causing you to lose all your senses, only filled with shuri, shuri, shuri—

your pussy pulses once more, sucking in more of shuri’s dick as your orgasm pulls on your body and you moan, scratching at her shoulders and she moans with you, “that’s it, that’s it, love, cum for me,” and it’s everything you need to push you over, crying out once your pussy finally releases, squirting subtly against her strap and twitching against her as your whole body shakes. you sigh once it’s over, falling into her entirely as she stops her thrusts, rubbing your back as you calm down, whining and quivering.

shuri chuckles a bit, leaning you up and kissing you, laying you back down and pulling out slowly, faintly you can hear your pussy as she leaves you. you sigh out when she pulls away, “thank you, my love. do you think we can go again?” and you sigh, licking your lips and nodding, and shuri kisses all over your face, thanking you before she’s moving you once more, flipping you over until you’re on your stomach, pussy leaking and presenting for her.

she smiles behind you, kissing your back and whispering against you, “your pussy is twitching baby, are you okay?” she teases and slides her fingers against your lips, adding slight pressure to your clit. you let out a gasp and keep your weight on your forearms, moaning and nodding, “yes, yes, please shuri, i’m okay, please..!” and shuri agrees, lining up inside you once more and entering you slowly, still being kind enough to let you adjust.

you moan out lowly, mouth hanging and eyes rolling shut, the new angle shuri has you in makes you gasp, feeling her deeper. she kisses your back as a precursor to thrusting, harshly slapping against your skin and making you claw at the sheets. you moan, “oh, shuri—baby! unnffhhhh, right, haaa right there—!” your whole body moving with her thrusts. and shuri doesn’t let up, her whole body moving with yours, her hand coming around and rubbing against your clit while the other holds your hip against hers.

it feels like she doesn’t want you to go anywhere and the thought of the queen herself, keeping you still and marking you with her claws makes your head spin, moans changing in pitch, your orgasm already approaching. shuri whispers, “are you gonna cum?” and you nod, breathless mouth hanging open, moaning unapologetically now, feeling your whole body squeezing against her. she leans forward towards your ear, clit still in her palm and thrusts still so deep. “you’re all mine, y/n,” she whispers lowly and you nod and agree, you don’t think you could go to anyone else who made you feel the way shuri did.

she had completely ruined you.

“say it, baby, one more time for me,” she whispers again and you moan out, “i’m yours, i’m all yours, please, please baby, let me cum, please i’m so close, i’m yours!” and shuri sighs in your ear, “good girl, nkosazana, cum for me, give it to me, baby,” and you whine, some tears spilling from your eyes, thanking her as your orgasm washes over you again, your body twitching once more. shuri doesn’t stop this time, still thrusting and fucking you through it and rubbing your clit in tandem, you moan, high pitched and overstimulated, moving away from shuri and her strap slips out. you fall to the bed, sighing and whining, trying to collect yourself.

shuri leans down and kisses your back, rubbing your butt to calm you down and you twitch away from her sighing out, “p-peach, peach,” and she comes to you face immediately, holding you and kissing your mouth and cheeks, checking in. “you alright, sthandwa?” and she sounds concerned, like she wants to make sure she didn’t hurt you in some way. you nod, holding onto her upper body for dear life, whispering, “i— i just needed a break…” you sigh out and shuri smiles, pulling you up into her lap and she holds you, rubbing up and down your sides and kissing you slowly.

“good?” she whispers to you once you’ve calmed down and you nod, sighing, and her hand finds your clit once more, and you moan out, gasping, holding onto her shoulders again. this more personal it feels, you think, moaning softly as shuri bites at your lips and keeps you close in her lap, just rubbing your clit in small circles. “you’re so gorgeous, my love. and so is your pussy, you respond to me so well,” she whispers right into your mouth and you whine, tossing your head back, legs twitching at the praise.

your mind is complete mush, “all for you, shuri, all yours,” you whimper back knows it’s exactly what she wants to hear. and you can feel her reaction with your closed eyes, she leans forward and captures your mouth again, sucking on your bottom lip and adding more pressure to your bud, and you cry out, feeling a wave of your orgasm crash over you once more. she talks you through, “that’s it, go ahead love, cum for me,” again and again, and it’s just as intense as the first time she’s talked you through an orgasm. you fall into her after it’s done, twitching and whining, now completely spent and shuri sighs, pulling you into her arms totally now, laying you down as you settle on her chest. you whimper out as you relax, pussy still twitching.

shuri shushes you, “it’s alright, love, we’re done now, calm down,” and she whispers it and you nod, moving against her more comfortably and you sigh. you finally blink and look at her, brain high on dopamine and smile out a “thank you,” and shuri smiles, “trust me it was my pleasure,” and shes definitely telling the truth.

you close your eyes as sleep overcomes you, shuri kissing you all the way there, much like she has the whole night.

shuri fucks you again when you wake up that morning.

it’s still the weekend, so shuri doesn’t have anywhere to be. she wakes you up with kisses against your skin, rubbing into your thighs and stirring against you. “molo ekuseni, sthandwa,” she says lowly, her xhosa sounding more sexier in the morning. you sigh once you feel her fingers find you clit under the covers, softly adding pressure against it.

you twitch against her, but shuri doesn’t let up, kissing your cheeks and opening your legs with her other hand. you let out a breathily moan, completely giving into her, and she praises you for it, “that’s it love, let me feel you,” and she whispers it in your ear, and you huff, head tilting back, and eyes closing.

you breathe through your nose deeply, your pussy still overstimulated from the night before and your orgasm comes quickly. you whimper, “i’m— im cumming shuri, oh, please—” and she nods, acknowledging you and adding more pressure, circling your thighs as encouragement. you whine out a long drawn moan, your pussy squeezing around nothing and your clit pulses. shuri smiles against your cheek as you cum, thanking you softly and kissing your neck.

your legs are twitching when she asks you, “you’re mine, right, my love?” and you nod, dazed and not even awake, leaning towards her to kiss her.

she fucks you again in her office. she was nearly groping and pawing at you during the meeting they held this morning, her hands on your ass at all times, she keeps you close and whispers to you, sliding her hand through your lab coat and reaching towards your panties. every time you try to sway her away she’ll whisper lowly, “isn’t this pussy mine? cant i have you wherever i want?” and her boldness makes me you give in, dragging her into her office.

shuri opens up your lab coat like she’s starving for you, like she hadn’t had you last night or the morning of. shes already strapped and ready to go, so she fingers you open for a bit before thrusting inside and holding you still on her desk.

you have to keep your voice down, holding a hand against your mouth, as you don’t want the other scientists to hear you. shuri takes full advantage of this, whispering lowly in your ear, “they already know you’re my princess, love. no use in hiding it now,”

but she doesn’t mean it, you know she doesn’t mean it, you whimper and shake your head, moving your hand a bit, “only— only for you, shuri, just for you—!” and you toss your head back, exposing your neck as your nail dig into the wood of the table. shuri smiles, leaning down to capture your mouth, “that’s right, nkosazana, all mine,” and her thrust grow more impatient, obviously eager to have you cum.

you whine against her, biting your lip until it bleeds as you’re cumming again, maybe the fourth time this morning alone. you whimper as your pussy twitches around shuri’s dick, you know she can feel it and she groans too, sighing in your neck and thrusts coming to a halt.

you sigh and fall on the desk, tits out and lab coat ruined. your skirt is pulled up, and there’s no telling what your makeup looks like. you feel your pussy twitch once shuri pulls out of you and she sighs, taking a step back to look at you, smiling. “it looks like i’ve completely ruined you, my love,”

and you sigh and smile because, yes, you think, you have.

i want to personally thank LANDLORD by evann mcintosh for getting me through this piece, if you don’t listen to evann you’re weird go listen to their music right NOW!! (you’re not weird that was a joke, but their stuff is so good!!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this took a lot bruh i’m tired lol, love your shuri okay bye

remember to reblog and leave replies!!! mwah mwah 🤭

#shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #deijah wrote #my story

[endlich-allein]

I KNOW that you are a specifically Till acc, but do you have any facts on his bandmates? (If not That’s okay love your blog)

Hi ! Thanks for the ask, I tried to gather all the facts I could think of but I probably forgot quite a few (feel free to add to this list if you feel like it !) :

— Richard did a lot of odd jobs when he was young (shoe salesman, cook, etc.) but the job that made the biggest impression on him was as a cleaner for an old lady who had stuffed her poodles. She made him run a feather duster over her poodles ;

— Richard bought his first album in Hungary for 200 marks. It was the album Plastic Surgery Disaster by Dead Kennedys ;

— Rammstein and Depeche Mode got into a tomato fight in the backstage at the 2001 MTV Europe Music Awards.

— Richard bought his first guitar at the age of 16 in Czechoslovakia, not because he knew how to play, but to sell it back in Germany. On the road, he (and some friends) stopped at a campsite and a girl insisted he play, so he strummed the strings. And it was because girls liked guitarists that he became one himself ;

— Paul said that every time Till went to Leipzig, he went to his grandmother's and ate pasta ;

— Paul thinks he might have been a psychic or psychiatrist, Schneider thinks he might have been a computer scientist and Ollie a masson ;

— Paul thinks that if the band were stranded on a desert island, they'd eat Till first, but they'd have to wait until he fell asleep because he probably wouldn't let them. And the worst thing is that Till agrees with it because, when asked the same question, he replied that the group would eat him first because he has more meat than the others...;

— Flake and Paul, along with Feeling B and others, turned Till's house upside down, smashed tables, turned up the music and cooked fried eggs with honey because they couldn't get their hands on the butter ;

— Paul says that if he had to invent an object, it would be a plate that keeps the heat in, because according to him, the dishes are always too hot, so he waits and then they quickly become too cold ;

— Richard and Flake, during the recording of Reise Reise, got into a verbal joust : Richard said that Flake's wife "sang like a cuckoo", and Flake informed Richard that nobody cared about his children's talents ;

— Richard grabbed Till's collar and slammed him against a wall because Till made a joke about Richard's unconditional love of Donald Duck movies. Till repeated this in an interview (with Richard and Ollie) in 2006, to which Richard replied: "Idiot ! I’m a fan of Italian realism from the early 60′s. Alberto Sordi, Fellini... I’m not a snob but unlike these gloomy guys I know cinema well." ;

— Flake told Paul he couldn't be racist because he didn't like anybody ;

— Schneider and Till have gardening competitions, but Till is jealous because Schneider always has the most beautiful orchids ;

— Till sent a huge box of candy with the note "Enjoy the fucking candy" to Chris Martin (Coldplay) to thank him for helping him with a sore neck. Since then, they've been friends, and Chris dedicated a Coldplay song to Till and his children during a concert ;

— Schneider's mother was angry with him because of the Mutter song, but he didn't understand why, he just told her that he didn't write the lyrics ;

— Ollie accidentally hit Till on the head with his bass, Till had to leave the stage and be bandaged, he ended the concert with a huge bandage ;

— Ollie once stole something. It only happened once. It was a little wooden boat, and when he got home he felt so guilty that he confessed the whole thing to his mother ;

#anon asks

[hostilemuppet]

Saw the JD & Floyd post and was about to say “Maybe he should” but then it just made me sad. Like damn he cares about his family to the detriment of himself, what does that say about his relationship with Creek. I think I remember you writing something about Floyd realizing he’s genuinely fallen in love with him.

you want me to show how much thought ive put into tdau floyd? the funny cokehead with commitment issues? the guy who posts thirst traps out of spite? okay (keep in mind that most of this is just what *I* think and hasnt been cleared with alex, but when i write for floyd its genuinely what i consider in the back of my mind)

i think he was 13 y/o when he went out on his own (1999), began seeing the rest of the troll tree for himself, until he finally escaped on his own at around 15 (2001), a year before the entire tribe was evacuated (2002). he hitch hiked a bit and got to see a bunch of tribes but he only really got to see techno reef and volcano rock city, staying in vrc a lot longer (LONG before barb was in power and turned rocks view on pop from "they fucked up a really long time ago but were safe from them now" to "we need to colonise them back") and discovering a lot about himself in the process

he turned 18 (2004) and, as most ex-child stars do, immediately went IN on hard drugs and sex with strangers, as if thats the test for proving your adulthood. and he had a good time! he spent most of his life drugged to the gills and unable to look himself in the mirror the rare moments he was sober, but, yknow. details. then he got bored. and he went travelling again

at the age of 20 (2006) he left troll kingdom entirely. obviously he stayed CLEAR of bergen town (and silently prayed to whatever god pop trolls typically believe in that his family were safe and undigested). but he saw all sorts of places! places we havent seen yet, with species we havent seen yet, of extremely varying sizes! hell, he mightve met a species or two that are smaller than trolls! imagine that. but spending years travelling, it gets lonely. he never got to connect with anyone. hell, he never even had a real boyfriend! the most he had was that situationship he had that lasted 5 weeks before he got ghosted when that techno troll got back with his girlfriend. (its okay though, he channels his pain into his art, and that was one became his most popular song on bandcamp by a significant margin!)

at 27 years old (2013) he arrived in mount rageous. sure, they were huge, and he was terrified of being eaten, obviously. but they didnt want to eat him! they thought he was cute. and, he wont lie, he liked the attention. he became a novelty, that tiny little creature with his even tinier guitar, who apparently built up such a tolerance he can handle mount rageon drugs. imagine doing blow with stewert little. they loved him, as entertainment. he still didnt have anyone who loved him as a person, but at that point he was willing to settle.

when hes 36 (2023) he gets kidnapped by velvet & veneer, and of course no one thought to look for him. you wouldnt notice if the mouse in your house suddenly went missing. at most youd think someone you live with finally took care of it, and youd move on with your life.

the events of the movie happen, hes reunited with his siblings, he actually feels valued as a person again, AND to top it all off, those two months in the bottle did WONDERS for detoxing. next time he tries pop troll coke he actually feels a buzz! he never thought hed see the day!

brozone reunite, we see the early days of their career carry out in the au. floyd feels like hes on top of the world. hes got his family back, hes back in pop village (albeit, its a different pop village than he knew. hell, they used to all it troll village back then!) hes releasing actual music again, and not just busking for tips (its okay he didnt need much, he rented out a mouse hole for cheap). but he wants an actual connection. he wants a relationship. but hes never actually had that! hes never even felt respected by a potential partner! so he goes back to random hookups. and, yknow, its fun, he guesses. but he wants more

the first troll who seems to actually take interest in him as anything more than a hot piece of ass or "that guy from brozone" rocks his world. hes ashamed to admit that after knowing the guy for 3 hours he already thought about spending the rest of his life with him. he just wasnt used to being spoken to like a person by anyone other than immediate family members! its okay though, he couldnt scare him off, because he was being paid to be there, and after recording himself getting in floyds pants (the only way he knows how to show affection at this point) it was all over the internet

so, you know, obviously floyd wasnt doing great. hes gotten good at hiding his feelings (not like anyone really cares about them anyway) but he was clearly struggling. he did what he does best, and turned it into a joke, so maybe itd hurt a little less. he probably made it worse, but at least he was numb now. he goes back to hookups, deciding hell never have an actual boyfriend, hell never get married, and hes okay with that. well, hes clearly not, but its not like anyone ever asked, so he has to deal.

then he meets creek. and at this point hes not stupid. hes not that naive little kid anymore, and when he wakes up the next morning and realises his newest one night stand was that guy, the asshole, the one who everyone hates, he knows hes the butt of the joke, again. theres probably a camera, again. he leaves before creek wakes up.

but then he meets him again, a few days later. and creek says how much of a shame it is he never got his digits. and floyd doesnt know what to make of this. but he knows he shouldnt trust him. he heard everything riff said about him, everything BRANCH said about him. he knows every one of creeks crimes. but maybe he just wants to have some fun, yknow? everyones always fucking with him, maybe he wants to play around sometime. show the world hes not some little helpless doll.

what follows is about a year and a half of gay chicken on expert mode. creek pretends to love floyd. floyd pretends he doesnt know creeks pretending. floyd feels in control, almost. he gets comfortable. he refuses to believe its love, how could it be love? theyre awful to each other. but its, technically, his first real relationship. he tries not to think about it.

maybe encouraging creek to propose was a little more than seeing how far he can push him before he snaps. maybe he wanted to prove that hes worth it, even if the other guy wasnt. maybe he genuinely cried when he got angelinas egg, even if hed rather die than let creek see him express genuine emotions. he knows hes the sensitive one, but hes more than brozone. hes a person. a person that people dont ever seem to want to know.

then he realises. hes not the only one whos gotten comfortable. creek looks... not happy, exactly. but content. and floyd thinks thats terrifying. its too far, thats not how any of this was supposed to work. it was REVENGE. floyd was fucking with him, because creek was fucking with him first! now hes married, hes MARRIED, with KIDS, TWINS! THAT HE NAMED! and he loves them! and he loves creek! and creek loves him! hes gonna be sick. he cant do this. he cant be here. he lives in a mansion but its suffocating him. he leaves. he divorces creek.

hes miserable again. jd doesnt notice bc hes "the sensitive one", and his other brothers dont know how to bring it up without making it worse. branch is the only one who asks how hes holding up, but he just says hes fine, hell bounce back. he doesnt bounce back

when he meets creek again, he wants to cry. he wants to get on his hands and knees and beg him to take him back, but he has a LITTLE bit of self respect left. when he finds out creek missed him too its more than he can take. when they get drunk, and floyd forces jd to re-marry them, floyd actually feels like a person. a broken person, who healed in a creek-shaped mould, but a person nonetheless. and maybe thats all he can ask for

#ask #tdau #yeah ik i always insist its a comedy au. okay. there has to be a bit of bitterness so you can taste the sweetness of the comedy

[livwritesstuff]

only context needed -> it's 2001, steve and eddie are established foster parents, and they just had a newborn baby dropped off on their doorstep enjoy :)

Eddie appears behind Steve only a moment after an unnamed social worker passes off to him a newborn baby and disappears.

“Oh…shit,” he says, “That…yeah, that’s a baby. Was that…”

“Not our caseworker. Couldn’t make it, I guess.”

“Huh,” Ed replies, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, this never gets old. Well…she’s here, I guess...dibs on going shopping.”

“Fine by me,” Steve replies, adjusting the way he’s holding the tiny baby as he begins to make his way back down the hallway, “You can install the car seat while you’re at it.”

“Oh come on, Stevie.”

“I’ll text you a list.”

Eventually Ed does leave, and he begrudgingly takes the car seat with him (sucker, Steve thinks as he watches him go, because that thing is a bitch to install but he totally would have done it if Ed asked nice enough, but he’d do anything for Ed if he asked nice enough). The baby is asleep, and he’d like her to stay that way for as long as possible, so he unfolds the portable crib he’d dug out of the hall closet and then gets back to cooking dinner.

Steve is wrapping up the final steps of the paella recipe when the baby begins to cry. He hopes it’s not a hungry-cry or a diaper-cry, because he can’t exactly help her with any of those things until Ed gets back, but it turns out to be a woke up and didn’t know where she was -cry (or maybe it’s a was in the goddamn womb forty-eight hours ago and now doesn’t know what the fuck is going on -cry; Steve doesn’t blame her either way), because as soon as he’s got her cradled in his arms again, she calms down. He finishes cooking one-handed, and just as he’s plating up dinner, the door to their apartment opens.

Eddie walks into the kitchen, and Steve looks up just in time to watch his jaw slacken as his eyes fall on the way he’s holding the little baby.

“So how’d it go?” Steve asks nonchalantly.

“Jesus Christ, Steve.”

“What?”

“God, dad really is your final form.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, though he can’t quite manage to quell the hint of a smirk on his lips before he turns back towards the stove.

“You know precisely what that means,” Ed replies tiredly.

“How did the shopping go?” Steve repeats, because Ed’s ability to productively shop by himself has been a bit of a toss-up ever since he started having a serious amount of disposable income.

Much to Steve’s immediate concern, Ed begins to bring bag after bag after bag in from the hallway.

“It went excellent, I’ll have you know. We’re gonna need a whole-ass shed for all the diapers, and she’s got clothes for the next hundred years.”

“That’s great,” he replies, replacing the baby in the crib, “She’ll be this size for the next forty-five minutes. Formula?”

“Done. Did you know that baby socks are so fuckin’ tiny, Steve?”

Steve looks at him for a long time.

“Is this your way of telling me you bought a lot of baby socks?”

Ed doesn’t immediately answer.

“Ed.”

“Yes — dinner ready? I’m starving.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he turns away — purely to hide the smile he can’t force down, because there’s something so goddamn cute about Ed getting excited about buying baby clothes (but for the sake of their bank account, he can’t let him know he feels that way).

“Dinner’s ready, go sit down.”

And because he can’t help it, he asks —

“So the dad thing does it for you?”“Steve, the dad thing did it for me when you were dad to our fifteen year old friends. Of course it’s gonna do it for me with a newborn fuckin’ baby. Jesus H. Christ.”

mildly edited excerpt from ch 1 of plant a seed (we'll watch it grow)

#subtle dilf-steve bc I couldn't help myself #<- ripped straight from the ao3 tags #this fic could also have been titled: healing from childhood trauma #that's what fandom is for yes? #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #liv’s steddie dads verse

[sonicjustbecause]

What about the earliest Shadow?

Mods and Shadow has his Chao following him...

I imagine that most people got so interested in Shadow lately because he is back to be likeable, but also because of the incoming movie.

For the last decade Shadow has been the laughing stock from Sonic series. Crazy OoC-ness from fans were deliberate and not a mistake.

Yes, happy Shadow was a choice by its autor. Is a long story...

The most common image of last decade Shadow we had was... THIS...

Idiot...

I knew Shadow first from Adventure and Heroes. I didn't play heroes but I played a lot SA2B, especially the chao game and I always used Sonic and Shadow because they were the safest to have around chao. I rediscovered him later, in 2010, but he wasn't the likeable character I once knew so I completely lost interest in him (also I'm more a Sonic fan). I forgot who he was and all the things I knew were from meme. But also video from games showing 'how Shadow is an asshole' 'Shadow the edgelord' and IDW comics, the worst of all (not that Game Shadow was better, he was often underused and his few lines tasted as 'Go fuck yourself'. To make things worse he was dubbed by Kirk Thorton, not a really beautiful voice, to not say brutal things...).

Sega just took Shadow and removed all his good qualities, all what made him well rounded, keeping only the flaws (I've read the mandates, do you know what an Anti-Mary Sue is? Well...). They wanted him being unlikeable I guess. Is mainly from Prime and tMoStH that Shadow sparkled my interest again into exploring him as character, that made me think there is more, that he must also have good qualities, not only flaws.

The earliest Shadow (Sonic Adventure 2, Sonic Heroes) was hardly grumpy. He was sad, lonely, somewhat insecure, often lost in though, but also stubborn, certainly less cold than people might assume. As for grumpiness, if I compare him to Sonic in 2001, Sonic seemed slightly grumpier than Shadow at that time. Shadow himself seemed to be aware of that and to have fun picking on Sonic. Both of them are rather cold outside but both of them are shown to be able to feel strong emotion (Shadow having a panic attack and Sonic wiping his eyes during the credits, Shadow being controlled by is own emotions while Sonic refusing them) At least that was the impression he gave me. Since Shadow was meant to die, most of his personality traits aswell as his backstory were packed and shown during the whole game, like a character ark. He is pratically the protagonist in the dark storyline. By the end of the storyark he is able to open up to Sonic (during the final battle against the biolizard he openly told Sonic he was not feeling well. Also the hand clasping was a gesture of openess from Shadow) and to some degree toward Amy. Not so much toward Rouge who pratically is the one who hurt him the most. In heroes Shadow appears to be pleasant to have around, althoug aloof. He is not fond in humanity and that's one of his main traits, but he doesn't let his predjudice win over him. He still has this melancholic aura around him though, it doesn't matter how content or cheerful he may seem sometimes.

Sonic was dubbed by Ryan Drummond and Shadow by David Humphrey. David's voice was different from the other VA Shadow had. His voice was more high pitched, youthful, cute. Still soft spoken. Ryan's voice was legendary, and when he made Sonic talk soflty, he sounded almost like Shadow. The two VA had so similar voices that made Sonic and Shadow sound like legit twins, and back in 2001 I though they shared the same VA all the time. Well, Drummond also dubs Shadow for a short time.

So what went wrong?

The 00's era were the years of the prince of the saiyan, or better, the king of the edgelords:

This guy was also sad and lonely. But he was also more impulsive, rough, boorish and extremely grumpy. Maybe because he is a muscular human and not a cute velvety male calico kitten hedgehog he filled the dreams of young and older teenagers.

Some said Shadow is based on Vegeta (not only him but also him) the more the 00's approaches the 10's, the more Shadow became grumpier, arrogant and standoffish. Sadness and melancholy were replaced by selfishness and he became less and less fun and interesting. Shadow the edgelord.

Archie Shadow was maybe too expressive (and his sadness was very underlined) but with only SA2 and Sonic Heroes around this interpretation was more than understandable. They (Flynn, Penders I can imagine) referred from the material they had. Shadow opening up to Sonic is there in Adventure 2, is undeniable, so it was normal assuming he was more open.

He is left handed, yeah! (This is actually correct)

In Sonic Universe Shadow was more balanced, maybe closer to the one we saw in early '00s. Lonely, rejected, sometimes bullied (although he could defend himself with his sharp tongue) because he was different.

Then the IDW.

No. Seriously Shadow?

That is unavoidable if we are talking about characters that are created by a team and not by a single. We already see this with Disney. When the writers change the charcters change too, everybody notices different things about a character, based on it's own experience of life. The characters chanfe even when the single writer deals with them, because people change too. Any kind of mandates can only help this far, if they're too heavy they end to be counter productive.

This is my personal opinion, but I would have seen better Shadow befriending Amy and Sonic more than Rouge in early days. Rouge worried for him at times, but there were moments she purposefully hurted him (although later she cared sincerely for him). She would take time to regain his trust. With Sonic, following SA2 would have been open, even more than what we see in Prime. With Amy he would be in good terms though often drained by her own cheerfulness and extrovertion. Tails is rather reserved although not socially awkward so he would not have problem with him. With Knuckles things would become funny I guess, Shadow used to be calm and smart while Knuckles is more simple and is grumpy. I think he (Shadow) would still have issues and relapses with his PTSD though and the need to be left alone.

Well, now the movie will come out. They did a good job until now. I'm curious about what they will do with Shadow. I hope he will be likeable like in SA2.

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow #sonic prime #tails the fox #eggman #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #sonic adventure 2

[sporkberries]

Hello! Do you have any recommendations for Roy Harper reading? I'm not bothered about which continuity or where, just if you had a suggestion for where you think he's best 👀

If you wanna go back to some older stuff you can check out the silver age green arrow comics and Teen Titans 1966, I'm not the BIGGEST fan of TT 1966 but it does have some cute and funny moments. I mainly read Bronze Age to Modern age so we'll go with that moving forward. Green Lantern(1960) #85-86 This is Snow Birds don't fly and Roy's most iconic story, It introdcues Roy's struggle with heroin and is pretty sympathetic to addicts which was QUITE the big deal at the time. I also think its important for to me say Ollie is not the best parent in this one, he reacts out of anger and is incredibly upset with both Roy and himself for Roy's addiction. OLLIE DOES LOVE ROY AND IS USUALLY QUITE A GOOD PARENT, THIS IS ONE MOMENT THAT DOES NOT DEFINE HIM OR HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ROY. MUST READ not just for Roy but for comic book history in general Action Comics(1939) #32 This one is a small one shot thats post snowbirds. Roy is on his own but it shows that he and Ollie still care about eachother and that Ollie really misses Roy. The New Titans(1984) #20-21 THE REVEAL OF LIAN'S EXISTENCE !!!!! ALSO JADEROY!! also itty bitty robin Jason is in this story. ABSOLUTE MUST READ Action Comics(1938) #613-618 I LOVE THIS STORY I LOVE THIS STORY I LOVE THIS STORY. It hurts me but i love it... Jade and Roy and Lian... It also shows how Roy ended up getting Lian. other than that I will say no more... ABSOLUTE MUST READ Titans(1999) #1-2 Lot's of Cute content with Roy and Lian here. I wouldn't consider it an absolute must read but again its fucking adorable so i recommend it. Titans(1999) #6 Donna Kyle and Roy beat up a Nazi with a tragic backstory or whatever, meanwhile Lian is being babysit by someone her mom has personally affected.

Titans(1999) #8-13 JADEROY!!! JADEROY!!!! LIAN!!!! Deals with the aftermath of the previous rec. Also some DonnaRoy which is admittedly cute. This story kinda covers all the moral complications of Roy and Jade and Lian. How Jade's crimes affect them all, as well as how Roy feels about Jade. I would consider this one a must read. Titans(1999) #21-22 Aftermath of previous rec, Chesire is being held to be tried. I realize a lot of these recs are relate to JadeRoy and Lian but they are so important to his character. If you enjoyed the previous story read this one, but i wouldn't recommend it in a vacuum. Titans(1999) #30 More JadeRoy, I am predictable. This is Jade's trial. If you like the previous two storylines read this. It makes me sad it makes me emo I love Jade so much and she went through so much and it doesnt excuse here actions but it still hurts. Roy makes a decision. Roy appears prominently in The Outsiders but i haven't read it all yet so i can't speak on it. Green Arrow(2001) 1-10 This is an ArrowFam MUST READ. Ollie returns from the dead, mia is introduced, Ollie and Connor, and Ollie reuinites with Roy and Dinah. It's very good. Green Arrow(2001) #16-21 General ArrowFam goodness. Ollie and Roy Goodness. Just,,, emotions.... Ollie is Roy''s dad... I weep...

Justice Leauge of America(2006) #1 Roy and his Uncle Hal :). Also Roy joins the JLA

There's more probably but this list is getting pretty full. These are also all in chronological order so :333. as a sort of anti- recommendation if you want to read an absolutely awful roy that is horrible in every way and want to be mad about it read rhato. its awful!

#spork says stuff #reading recs #roy harper #jade nguyen #jaderoy #lian harper #arrowfam

[randomalistic]

Ok oh my god. OH MY GOD. I just saw treasure planet for the first time and It was fucking amazing. Like yeah Duh I KNOWWW i know it’s like. “underrated Disney movie bla bla it was a commercial failure” . You know the deal.

But if there is 1 thing I want to say:

I cannot emphasize enough how meaningful and touching it is to the audience when you allow your male main characters to cry, and hug, and be emotionally vulnerable without shame. That brought this film to a whole new level 🥺

its a beautiful movie that took so many creative risks and that’s so admirable. It’s so clear they had a vision and they crafted that vision with endless amounts of love :’] I DID CRY.

More rambling below

I was CONSISTENTLY delighted by how creative the characters were and incredibly entertained throughout. So fucking fun and engaging and it feels like a 2 hour movie so much happens. How is it only 1.5 hours.

I CRIED !!!!!!!!!! John Silver and Jim’s relationship was so COMPLEX like actually amazing. The father figure dynamic is so sweet and heartwarming and so heartbreaking simultaneously like I was not expecting that AMV montage in the middle like that shit cut me so deep it was outstanding. A montage about Jim’s troubled childhood with a neglectful absent father and then DIRECTLY PARALLELING THAT WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SILVER. LIKE HES FINALLY OVERCOMING THOSE FEELINGS AND LIVING HIS LIFE. GODDAMN!!! THATS SO POWERFUL!! THATS SO INCREDIBLE!!! THATS JUST IN THE MOVIE!!!!??!

Also the character/creature designs are RELENTLESS in how good they are. And they have so much fun with it. It’s so silly.

They had an old snapping turtle pirate???? hello?? He was introduced and then he died ❤️

The animation is also MIND BLOWINF like OH MY GOD!??? the seamless integration of 2D and 3D interacting is so impressive especially for 2001 like this was a technological feat for sure . Only rarely does the CG look dated (those whales at the start <\3 poor guys) BUT JOHN SILVER’S CYBORG ARM WAS FUCKING AMAZING LIKE I COUKD STARE AT THAT THING FOR HOURS .

Can’t find a gif of it but during his introduction there was a ROTATING SHOT of him cooking (❤️) while using his arm and his arm has so many tools inside it like a cyborg Swiss Army knife it’s the coolest fucking thing ever. Just Amazing

Also the fact they introduced an entirely new character 53 minutes in when the main cast has already been established was such a risk, but it so paid off. I love B.E.N. The fact he’s fully 3D animated and he’s THAT expressive. WHILE BEING A ROBOT? adorable. He’s Adorable. He’s so mentally ill and strange.

What is wrong with him. He is. dare I say. spamtonlike. pathetic and unhinged. Houses forbidden knowledge. What a Pitiful creature 🧡his glowing CRT eyes are really cute. There was a moment when the lights went out it was only his eyes and I Liked That

I love weird little robot guys in early-late 2000s movies. I need to watch Bluesky robots. I need my fix.

Morph could’ve been a really obnoxious comedic relief animal sidekick but they somehow managed to make him really cute and likable. (Also They only used him for plot points A LITTLE. Turning into anything couldve been overpowered as fuck. But alas… he is a mindless animal...) We love Morph. His relationship with silver is so fucking cute.

Kind of a Delbert centrist honestly. I liked him but also kinda dislike him. Bro kinda gives self centered misogynist scientist vibes. But he’s also silly and self conscious though guyssss.!! I thought I would like him more than I did. BUT He’s animated SO wonderfully though I love the shape of his hands and his weird goat face. Solid 7/10 weird guy. Idk why he came with Jim on the ship though❤️

Captain Amelia was fucking awesome for the first half of the movie. One of the best characters. Yeah. ……………. They fumbled her so hard. MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT ME AND MY FRIEND WERE NOT A FAN OF HER AND DELBERT AT ALL. Disney was like. We have a competent woman character ! Competent woman has to get injured and then the incompetent man has to take care of her and then they HAVE to fall in love. It’s actually so tragic like they did NOT deserve her.

IN FACT HERE’S MY SCORCHING HOT TAKE: Delbert should’ve been the one to get injured and Amelia nurses him back to health. Delbert might apologize profusely because of his self confidence issues and cuz he internalizes things that go wrong as his fault. Amelia reassures him, realizing that she was too harsh on him earlier. Delbert becomes less intimidated by her because she opens up to him and they grow to trust one another. Amelia stays with him while Jim goes to hide. And whapow !!!! Same relationship is built up without disempowering a female character. It doesn’t even have to be romantic they can just be friends……. 🫶 cuz it comes off as weird because since the start Delbert was like “wtf the captain is a GIRL?? Wait ooh la laaa she’s pretty” and she had 0 interest in him. so like the ONLY way they could pair them together was to get her injured and have him care for her . And she falls in love with him out of nowhere. No. Being cared for does not mean you’ll fall in love with your caretaker. She’s so ace coded to me and my friend. Until SUDDENLY. Am I crazy

Ok so like yeah the forced heterosexual love interest moment. I did not want to see their FOUR (4) hybrid babies at the end. I’m losing my mind. also did Jim become a cop? I swear to fucking god LOL

The movie was SO good that disney didn’t know how to wrap it up without ruining it ❤️ WHICH IS VERY INTERESTING I think they had to compensate for all the risks they took with a safe and weird ending where the police like him now and the police are ok guys. Disney approved

Anyways watch/rewatch the movie right now. Skip the final minute <3

One of my new favorite movies goddamn!

Edit: I would’ve forgiven them if Delbert got pregnant instead

#must watch #treasure planet #txt #movie #film #long post #gif

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

can you explain why you dont believe the titanic switch conspiracy theory? didnt they find a propeller with "olympic" written on it amongst the wreckage?

i feel like the phrase "you just activated my trap card" applies here but i have also never watched yu-gi-oh so dont fully know the correct use of that. anyway whats the text limit on a tumblr post because i think i might hit it with this response.

before we begin (if you wanna join me on this fucking journey), ill just drop some useful sources on the topic:

olympic & titanic - an analysis of the robin gardiner conspiracy theory dissertation by mark chirnside in july 2006

titanic or olympic: which ship sank? by steve hall and bruce beveridge

olympic & titanic: the truth behind the conspiracy by steve hall and bruce beveridge

with that shipkeeping housekeeping out of the way, lets jump into it after the cut

so hands up, how many people knew that this theory originated in a book from 1995?

yeah, its a pretty modern theory considering titanic sank in 1912. the theory originated in the riddle of the titanic by robin gardiner and dan van der dat.

and the theory argues that the ships were switched and titanic (actually olympic) was deliberately sank as part of an insurance scam. now they didnt do this at all for shits and giggles. instead, the theory posits that the navy enquiry that followed the 1911 collision between hms hawke and olympic was biased which meant white star line couldnt recover the costs of repair from lloyds (the insurance company), and therefore, they wrote olmpic off as too damaged to be repaired, lied about the amount of damage, switched the ships and sank olympic disguised as titanic to recover some costs.

far-fetched? oh definitely and it gets worse, but ill leave that til later in this gargantuan response because its really fucking funny.

(seriously, i recommend you read til the end or just skip to the part where i start talking about the sinking itself because fam, gardiners theory gets wild )

according to van der dat, who is a dutch journalist and naval history writer with an incredibly dutch name, gardiner had wrote the manuscript after researching the titanic for however many years and sent it to his literary agent. this agent had previously worked with van der dat and so sent it to him to double-check the information by going back to the original sources. he then rewrote the book with line-by-line consultation with gardiner.

and would you like to hear a quote from van der dat regarding the theory? i think you would:

"the publishers were disillusioned when the theory did not stand up"

he also, in correspondence with titanic author and researcher paul lee, called it "bilge" which is a fun ship joke alongside calling the theory bullshit.

anyway, the publishers went ahead with the book anyway because fuck integrity, i guess... thats kinda harsh considering this first book (oh yeah, theres more) was praised for stellar research and for being balanced, and the final chapter of the book literally acknowledges that the wreck has titanics shipyard number (401) on it, hence disproving the theory.

in 1997, it was published in the us under the name the titanic conspiracy - cover-ups and mysteries of the worlds most famous sea disaster, and it sold like sliced bread in 1928 because 1997 was titanic fever, baby!

unsurprisingly, gardiner's following books (titanic: the ship that never sank? in 1998; the history of the white star line in 2001; the great titanic conspiracy in 2010) were a lot less well-received and were not co-authored by van der dat.

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"but wait, kai!" you might shout if youre up to date with issues of the times from 1914, "what about raymond asquith's comments? he was junior counsel for the board of trade at the sinking inquiry!"

and i would say, what about it? the letter asquith wrote to the times was a sarcastic letter in response to a prior stance taken by the paper.

yes, he said "the architect, the owner, and the captain to repair their desperate fortunes by sinking the ship and sharing the insurance money" but said letter also included the phrase "manipulating dummy icebergs".

if were taking sarcastic or satirical responses outside of their original contexts as serious quotes, then i guess i need to cancel my dropout subscription since the company holds the opinion that oj simpson is innocent.

and while were here, that single deathbed confession from james fenton is not evidence of anything. his name is not on any crew lists or survivor lists, and not a single payment was ever claimed by a crewman called james fenton. he was not on board the titanic and his claims hold no weight.

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now, my go-to explanation as to why i dont believe the switch theory is that their insurance scam would have lost them money and they would know that it would have lost them money.

see, it cost white star (which was a subsidiary of the international mercantile marine) £1.5million/$7.5million to build titanic and they insured it by lloyds (you can check their records on their website) for £1million/$5million.

you dont have to be good at maths to see a problem here.

they didnt just not insure the rest; it was self-insured by imm's insurance fund, but that still means theyd have lost £500,000/$2.5million on the sunken ship.

this whole insurance thing was established by uh the united states senate inquiry report:

"the vessel fully equipped, cost £1,500,000 sterling, or about $7,500,000. at the time of the accident the vessel carried insurance of £1,000,000 sterling or about $5,000,000, the remaining risk being carried by the company's insurance fund."

oh and the £1,000,009 insurance was announced in the daily mirror on 16th april 1912

and the insurance scam seemingly thought up by someones whose first and only introduction to maths was golf isnt the only way white star would have lost money on this.

after the sinking, olympic was temporarily pulled from service to increase safety measures like adding more lifeboats. obviously, a logical move made by a company with a brand new, safer ship on their hands who were desperate for any money they can make.

white star also halted construction of britannic, titanics other sister ship, in order to alter the design and make it safer. this costs quite a bit of money and is, again, an odd choice for a company apparently desperate for money.

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and hey, question for you guys: if you were alive in 1913 and needed to cross the atlantic, would you

a) choose the near identical sister ship of that ship that sank last year and was the deadliest sinking of a ship at that time

or

b) choose any other option such as the lusitania or the mauretania or the ss france or the ss imperator

personally id take my chances with option a, idk about you

yeah so the point im making here is that the sinking of the titanic was what the kids say

a marketing disaster

it was the loss of the newest flagship on its maiden fucking voyage and it had been touted as "practically unsinkable". maybe just maybe people wouldnt feel that comfortable getting on a white star line ship after that.

i dont have any figures for you because reading through a detailed account of white stars history just is not on my to-do list, but that doesnt even matter. what matters is that its clearly a massive risk and who the fuck is taking that risk?

as titanic author, senan molony states:

"one doesnt need to compare designs and count portholes - a moments serious consideration of the reputational risk involved - individually and collectively - is all that is required to end any entertainment of the notion"

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anyway, you guys wanna compare designs and count portholes? yeah? okay, here we go!

may i present a non-exhaustive list of differences between the ships:

olympics wheelhouse was curved; titanics was flat

titanic was 4 inches longer

the porthole arrangements on shelter deck c were different

on b deck, olympic had a 1st class promenade; titanic had 2 private verandahs and suites (put a pin in this by the way, it comes back in the best of ways)

titanic had additional cabins on promenade deck a

olympics promenade was open all the way along; on titanic, the forward half of the 1st class promenade on a-deck was enclosed with retractable glass screens

on titanic, the forward bridge wings aft docking bridge on the stern extended over the ships side by a couple of feet; this would not be true for olympic until the 1912/13 refit

the officers deck house was pushed out more on titanic

the iron gates of the elevators were different between the ships and this is evident in the wreck itself

their propellers had different pitches and hence not interchangeable (pitch is a theoretical concept which is like the distance a propeller would move if it turned once through something solid, yeah i dont know either)

the wireless cabin had an outside window on olympic, but not titanic

further, it was placed on the port side of the officers deck house on olympic but amidship on titanic

they had different air vent arrangements around the funnels

white star line cut the ships names into the shell-plating at the bow and stern, four feet high and a ½ inch deep

now, please, close your eyes, take a deep breath and consider how much money it would cost to switch just the list above. now compare all of that to the -£500,000/$2.5million youre losing in the insurance scam.

truly, a spend less on candles situation.

and while we're here, shall we quickly talk about how much hush money white star would be paying to silence everyone about this since its apparently an illegal insurance scam.

not to make another non-exhaustive list but heres just who i can think of that youd have to silence:

the 15,000 workers employed directly by the shipyard

the 20,000+ workers in support services or sub contractors

any permanent or casual staff at the belfast dock and harbour comission

all of the officers and crew who came directly from olympic onto titanic such as the captain or stewardess violet jessop (puppet history fans rise up) who interestingly remarked on how improved titanic was compared to olympic

any staff at white star, imm and harland & wolff (where she was built) who would be in the know such as designers

passengers who had previously sailed on olympic who then sailed on titanic

just like anyone in belfast who walked past while the ships were docked together

olympics wreckers: thomas wards & sons who kept huge loose-leaf ledgers for each ships. the one for olympic was 72 pages long and funnily enough olympics yard number and builders I'd frequently appear in it, as seen below

bob ballard who was the one who found titanic. hes known as a very honest man and didnt even claim salvage rights on titanic because he assumed everyone else would also recognise it was a gravesite. he also said "i think it is the titanic at the bottom of the ocean"

every other explorer or researcher like james fucking cameron or us navy consultant and titanic wreck explorer, parks stephenson

its been estimated likely over 60,000 people were involved in just the building of titanic. this was ⅕ of belfasts population and ⅓ of the working population. heres a photo of them leaving olympic at the end of the day

now maybe im just a fool, but that looks like a lot of people you need to silence, and unless white star were blackmailing them or idk fucking killing them i guess, thats a lot of hush money just in the photo above.

i mean, theres also the claim, from noted liar james fenton, that the surviving crew were forced to sign the official secrets act of 1911, but that act was about espionage that benefits the enemy military so im not sure how this is relevant to the switch, and also, again, the guy was never on the ship.

are you perhaps starting to get the picture as to why i dont believe the conspiracy theory because im still going.

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okay so as established, if the ships were switched, there would have clearly been a lot of work that would need to be done to switch the ships.

and i only mentioned some of the structural differences, i didnt get into the aesthetic differences like the floor tiles and carpeting being different colours, or how the lounge furniture in each ship having the ship name on them.

mind you, this is what titanic looked like (in the foreground) when olympic was first docked next to her:

this was taken around october 11. olympic docked next to titanic on october 7th for repairs after that whole catastrophic collision.

now how much time do you think it was before olympic sailed away? mind you, titanic has already been launched at this point and just needs to be fitted-out, and that normally takes around 4 to 6 months?

oh, what was that? 44 days? why, kid, youre going somewhere. it was 44 days exactly!

now, i dont think i need to get into the fact that the dock only had 1 crane (which you needed to install and uninstall funnels and machinery) that physically couldnt reach olympic unless she was moved or how olympic was painted white for her launch and then painted black and that the white paint would get exposed in rough weather so the same would have to be applied to titanic so it would look convincingly like olympic.

i mean, you have that information now, but im hoping just by the words "44 days", you might get how off the wall insane it is to suggest white star was able to switch the ships so well no one noticed for decades in 44 fucking days.

"wait kai, youre forgetting that they were docked together again!" you shout, "after olympic threw a propeller, they were docked together from march 1st to march 7th 1912"

and i dont know dude, im pretty sure white star cant warp space time so i really dont know what eight extra days is gonna do.

i hate to strawman but man, the late robin gardiner would have won a gold medal in scarecrow hide and seek.

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lets also take a quick detour into the idea that olympics repairs were so expensive.

without getting into gardiners claims about the damage because theres no evidence of it and as mark chirnside states "there are no credible sources indicating that the damage to olympic was worse than reported at the time - and indeed ample sworn expert testimony to the contrary", lets just quickly go over some financial stuff.

during the case, it was unofficially estimated that the damage didnt exceed $125,000. imm, by including lost passenger receipts, wanted to claim for as high as $750,000, but they lost that case.

during the year 1911, imms surplus profit was $822,062. so weve got:

750,000 > 822,062

now as we might remember from key stage 1 maths, the bigger number eats the smaller number, aka, their surplus profit covered the costs of repair.

aka, no ill-advised insurance scam needed.

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"thousands of people in belfast would have seen the switch operation - and yet there is not one word in the papers of reporters or photographers rushing out to find out what was happening."

-dr paul lee

so this is the section where i ask how did no one fucking notice?

no one on titanic, who had previously sailed on olympic, ever said anything about the switch other than one guy who was literally not on the ship at any point.

no one who has ever explored the wreck or done research on it has definitively stated it was olympic. rather, they have definitively stated otherwise.

for example, what remains of the base on the wheelhouse shows it to be straight and not curved, and as you might remember: titanics wheelhouse was heterosexual straight and olympics was curved.

(id be impressed if you did remember)

also, as parks stephenson has stated:

"weve got actual high def images of this wreck. ive seen with my own eyes. weve identified the name titanic on the port bow"

its difficult to make out but its there; the name is on the fucking ship.

also, as you might remember, titanics b-deck was different to olympics. the 2 suites there were nicknamed the "millionaire suites" and jim cameron has used rovs to go inside of them.

funnily enough, robin gardiner has gone on the record saying that these suites didnt exist so make of that what you will.

and further, no one noticed anything about olympic even though she sailed for 24 more years. theres no written record of anything, theres nothing in the board of trade reports, theres no photographic proof and theres not even fucking hearsay.

she served as a damn troopship in ww1, youd figure someone would figure it out as all of her fittings were ripped out.

but no, theres nothing.

as i mentioned above, olympic was scrapped in 1935, but some of her fittings were auctioned off and still exist today. and these have the number 400 on them because that was her shipyard number. titanics was 401 and the wreck reflects this also:

the wooden parts are from olympic; the other has been salvaged from titanics wreck.

theres even the famous myth that olympic or olympus as one person told me is written on the propeller at the bottom of the ocean. its not, but you can see the number 401 written on it:

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and while were disproving myths about the name olympic being on the titanic, the story about olympic being engraved on titanics lifeboats is also false:

theres no written testimony, no sketches and no photographs of this.

white star didnt engrave names onto lifeboats, the names were on metal plates that were screwed on

do you really think they did all of this work but just didnt fucking swap the lifeboats? if theyre this stupid, how did it take until 1995 for someone to figure it out?

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we can also discuss the stupid olympic room thing while were here. see theres a maritime superstition that changing the name on a ship is bad luck and obviously, if youre swapping the ships, youre changing the names.

so to... get around this? cheat luck? outsmart superstition? i dont fucking know, to take a detour to avoid this, white star named a room "the olympic room."

i cannot find any evidence at all that this room ever existed. its not in the design plans or the blueprints, and no passenger or crew has ever said it existed, so im pretty sure the room just didnt exist.

and even if it did exist, titanic was in the olympic class of ships. thats what olympic, titanic and britannic were. its not weird to have an olympic room on an olympic class ship. i mean it is weird in this case since the room didnt exist, but you get my point.

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and heres some quickfire myths and falsehoods

the myth about the 14 vs 16 bow portholes is also a false. yes, titanic had 14 portholes on launch but an extra 2 were added before her maiden voyage so yes, the ship photographed departing southampton with 16 bow portholes is the titanic, and do you really think it would take 83 years to figure this out if it was this easy?

similarly, titanic did have evenly spaced b-deck windows on launch, but then the extra verandahs and suites were added so the window configuration was altered, so that photograph is off the titanic.

the idea that titanic had a 2 degree list to port like the olympic before her is evidence of the switch theory is, to borrow a word from dan van der dat, bilge. plenty of ships at the time and now have minor lists. the one on titanic was only recorded by 2 passengers and we know that the list was related to coal consumption. it means nothing.

jp morgan (owner of imm) did not cancel last minute. as mark baber points out on encyclopedia titanica, it was announced in the new york times that hed be in venice on april 23. at that time, transatlantic voyages took at least 5 days so it would at least be a 10 day round trip and likely not give him time to get to venice for the opening of a store of whatever it was.

also, j bruce ismays wife and kids also didnt cancel last minute. theyd already decided to go on holiday to wales rather than sail on titanic.

addendum to that point: if ismay knew it was going to be sank deliberately and so warned his wife, why would he get on board himself? further, why would harland and wolff designer thomas andrews (who did not survive by the way) get on board?

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and we're finally at my favourite part of this entire mess: the sinking itself.

see, a deliberate sinking doesnt really make sense for titanic because the conditions under which she sank has led to the descriptor "freak sinking."

these are: a new moon meaning less light, unusually calm ocean that disallowed lookouts to watch for foam as waves hit any icebergs, ice having drifted further south than normal for that time of year, and a sideways glancing blow that breached more watertight compartments than the ship could handle and stay afloat.

and idk dude, is there not an easier way? like maybe some light arson. just call it an accidental fire that got out of control and led to the ship being a write-off, this isnt difficult.

but you see gardiner has an answer to this, and i am laughing as im typing this, he claims that:

titanic didnt hit an iceberg, it hit an imm rescue ship.

thats right, this guy fully says titanic didnt hit an iceberg. apparently it hit another ship and NO ONE FUCKING NOTICED

i mean we have testimony from survivors but fuck them i guess.

he claims that as titanic was apparently a "steel double-hulled vessel" so an iceberg simply couldnt inflict so much damage.

yeah titanic wasnt double-hulled. she had a double bottom, but it was only after titanic that shipbuilders were like ah maybe full double hulls arent an unnecessary expense after all.

theres also the issue of uh no evidence of this rescue ship ever existing? at all? i dont know where it came from, i dont know where it went, and who fucking knows, maybe it was called the rms cotton eyed joe.

yeah so weve got a theory riddled with problems and im just gonna introduce some more problems with this theory as gardiner has also alleged that:

the original plan was to open the seacocks and slowly flood the ship, but this was interrupted by titanic hitting another ship

1) titanic didnt have seacocks? and 2) was the rest of it a coincidence then? i think its meant to be a coincidence.

i believe his theory is alleging that the crew on titanic would open the seacocks that didnt exist to flood the ship slowly, and that the imm rescue ship that also didnt exist was in the area in advance to help evacuate passengers, alongside other ships such as the ss californian.

this is that ship that was like 10 miles away or something and didnt respond to titanics distress signals. according to gardiner, they were expecting a rendezvous with titanic according to the "original plan", but never received it.

instead, they saw the rockets of the fabled imm rescue ship and helped them instead.

this is fucking stupid.

i cant be charitable here, its a fucking stupid theory. i mean, that imm ship did not exist, and also californian is a ridiculous choice for a rescue ship. her capacity was 47 passengers and 55 crew; there were more than 2200 people on board titanic.

to counteract this argument, gardiner alleges carpathia was also in on the scheme as a rescue ship. she, at least, had capacity for the passengers, but theres also several problems with this too.

for one, it was fucking 50 miles away and famously arrived several hours after the sinking even though the captain had her running at top speed to get there.

for two, carpathia was owned by cunard, white stars rival. was their rival line in on the insurance scam??? how much money did they have to pay cunard for this????? why? just why?

do you understand why i dont believe it? please tell me you understand. i need you to understand. i need you to tell me that you understand that the guy who created this conspiracy claimed titanic didnt hit an iceberg.

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