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noodlesarecheese · 11 days

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So Watcher is launching a Dropout (it's not called Dropout but they're clearly using the same template format platform thing idk what it's called, and the same pricing structure), and the reaction so far has been wildly different than what I remember from Dropout's launch. I was curious about why that was or if I was just misremembering the Dropout launch, so I went back to the Dropout launch video to compare them and I think I can see where some of the difference is coming from.

If you want to make the comparison yourself: Watcher's Video, Dropout's Video.

I wanna clarify first though that this isn't a knock against Watcher or the fans who are reacting one way or another or anything like that, I genuinely am just fascinated with how different the reactions are to what seems to be the same business decision. This also isn't a 'wow watcher sucks and dropout is so much better' I'm just using them for comparison because they did the same thing with different results. ALSO this isn't about the business decision itself, just the presentation! Disclaimers out of the way, here's the analysis.

Title and Thumbnail So the Watcher.tv announcement video is titled "Goodbye Youtube" and the thumbnail is Ryan, Shane, and Steven sitting on a couch looking serious, with a dark background. That really makes it seem like they're quitting (which, ok, they are quitting youtube but not quitting quitting). Viewers are already primed to be upset, and it's easier to go from upset to angry than upset to excited, curious, or neutral.

Compare to the dropout announcement video: "How the Internet is Ruining Comedy" - inline with other collegehumor video titles, might make you curious. Thumbnail - Big News! with Sam smiling and a bright background. We know its big news, but he looks happy, and the exclamation point let's us know they want us to be excited. Viewers are primed to be curious and excited.

Tone The Watcher announcement has 2 main tones. The first half is very sentimental, almost sad or wistful at times, and while there are parts that veer into pride at achievements, it's mostly bittersweet and sentimental. The second half is a bit more uplifting, but still quite serious. It reminded me of a tech announcement, like when they introduce the new iphone or something like that. Very professional, sleek, and serious, which isn't automatically a bad thing! But I do think that's not the vibe a decently-sized chunk of the audience expected or wanted. Many people watch Watcher for the cast's dynamic with each other, humor, and the more relaxed/conversational/friendly feel that most of the series have.

Compare to dropout - excited and comedic tone. Still professional, but also fits the expectations of the viewers. People watch collegehumor for the humor (it was in the name, after all). They also poke a bit of fun at themselves, which lightens the mood, shows self-awareness, and alleviates some of the bad feelings about paywalling.

Focus The Watcher announcement focuses a lot on the creative journey of the cast and company, as well as how this move will benefit them. Which isn't a bad thing, that's actually quite interesting! The problem here, I think, is actually more about what isn't here - a solid explanation of how this will also benefit the viewers and why the viewers should be excited. There's a brief description of one new show, and the promise that existing shows will get an upgrade, but we weren't given many specific details about how they'll be improved, and there's only one new show to tempt us into subscribing. Some people will be excited for that, some people won't, and some people will be excited but not enough to subscribe. Having 2 or 3 series (even if it's 1 fleshed out plus a few teasers of what's in production or what is being planned) plus some more details about how existing shows will be improved would've helped. Without that, it really does seem like it'll just be the same stuff viewers were getting for free, but now paywalled, rather than new and exciting stuff. That makes a big difference. I think with the fans not getting as much focus, this also led to some (accidental, I hope) hurt feelings. Based on what I've seen from fan reactions, all the talk about hitting the peak of what they can do on youtube and wanting more, translated for many people to 'youtube isn't enough' which became 'you (the current viewers) aren't enough.' Which I don't think was their intent! But I also don't think fans are wrong for feeling hurt by that.

Compare to dropout: They clearly explain how the move will benefit fans, and reassure viewers that existing content will stay where it is, and only new content will be behind the paywall. (Watcher clarified this too, but in a comment. It's not in the video itself, which is a huge problem.) They include clips of several new (at the time) series that would be premiering on dropout, including things that specifically could not be made on youtube (due to weed, violence, and sexual humor), so the reason for the shift is clear to the audience.

Advertisers Both videos contain the sentiment that being monetarily successful on youtube means working to appease the advertisers, and that over time what the advertisers want and what the creators want drifts further and further apart, putting strain on the creators.

However, I think the message gets lost a bit in the Watcher vid. Instead, it leaves viewers with the idea that the main problem is just ads are annoying instead of advertisers putting constraints on content. I'm not even sure what the specific constraints are for watcher, because they didn't give any examples. And the focus on ads being annoying leaves viewers frustrated because people typically either don't mind ads or they already have an ad blocker.

Timing and Size Okay, this isn't exactly about presentation, but it is still a factor that impacts perception so I'm tackling it. And I'm actually going to do dropout first. CollegeHumor launched dropout in September 2018. Pre-pandemic, but also pre-Sam Reich as CEO. The company was still owned by IAC. It was a Company, and while it wasn't huge it wasn't tiny either. So launching dropout was a Company Decision, a Business Strategy. Some people were upset about, but it wasn't a personal betrayal (generally, anyways). If I remember correctly, this was also not a high point for the company. They kinda needed dropout to do well to keep things running smoothly (which is why they shut it down and sold it to Sam just 1 1/2ish years later), so the sudden shift made sense.

Watcher Entertainment is a company, but it doesn't feel like one. Ryan, Shane, and Steven own and operate things, but they're also the faces, and they're youtubers. Which makes every business decision they make feel more personal to viewers, especially those who have been watching for a long time. They've also seemingly been doing well on youtube, which makes it more difficult for viewers to understand why the sudden change is happening now. They do talk a bit about it, about the company expanding and wanting to do things that advertisers don't like (which I've already covered). However, mostly the choice to start a streaming platform is framed as 'the next big step' without much clarification on why it's the next big step. Plus, it's post-pandemic, and a lot of people are still struggling financially with the ripple effects of that. Yes, $6 isn't a wild amount of money, but there have been some months where $5 absolutely meant the difference between paying all my bills or not, and I know I'm not the only one. This, coupled with a lack of clarity about why exactly they're doing this, leads to fans feeling hurt, betrayed, bitter, and frustrated.

Now, presentation and framing isn't everything. No matter how perfect your announcement is, some people are still going to be upset. It's a big change, of course people will be upset! But I do think a more careful presentation would've alleviated some of the hurt and anger that fans are feeling. While I do think a lot of the reaction we're seeing is due to the decision, I think (based on what I've seen) that some of it is also based on the poor communication in the video itself, and that could've been avoided!

So I'm gonna get a little speculative and describe what I would've done. In this hypothetical, they've decided to launch the streaming service and brought me on just for the announcement.

Firstly, switch the title out. If they're married to Goodbye Youtube then add a (and hello...?) after so it's at least obvious they aren't fully quitting. The dark color scheme of the thumbnail fits their regular vibe, but they want everyone to be excited so they should look excited. Next, let's lighten the tone up. Being proud of what they've done so far is great, but we don't need the sentimental music and bittersweetness. Remember, the goal is to get viewers excited about what come's next - so let's focus on what actually comes next! Talk about specific show plans and mention why they wouldn't work on youtube. Then, take some time to reassure the fans. Predict a few likely worries and address them in the video. Acknowledge that it's a big change, that it will take time to get used to, and that not everyone will be onboard, and let the fans know that it's ok if they aren't onboard.

Like I said, this wouldn't fix everything. There are a few differences in between dropout and watcher that don't have anything to do with presentation. Dropout launched with primarily new shows rather than new seasons of existing shows, and they continued uploading to youtube relatively regularly in addition to the content behind the paywall, which I do think went a long way to keeping fans happy. At this point it's unclear if watcher will do either of those or not. But, while I don't think it would fix everything, I do think improved communication in the announcement would've helped.

#watcher #feel free to share your own thoughts but please be nice #I just like communication ok! And I really enjoyed the 1 marketing class I took in college #and it's pretty rare that you get such a clear comparison between 2 unrelated companies!

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rendevok · 3 months

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I like to think of tumblr as a place that values it's creatives, but it baffles me how even here, people still somehow think it's ok to "post first, ask me to take it down later". In what way is that ok?

My time spent on instagram made me realize how much this practice sucked, and how pinterest is the worst of it. But even here, people still do it. I love art, i love seeing art, but i don't like how it is carted around and posted so carelessly. Please ask permission from artists EVERY TIME before you go and share their work on another site. And if they dont answer? Too damn bad. Respect their art and their choices.

#the first time my art was reposted on instagram it was *before i had even posted it there myself* and i was heartbroken #the worst part is when these accounts receive much more attention than what you share.#how are you supposed to know that people enjoyed it? it's just all messed up #im burning pinterest to the ground at this point. if you repost art there you are public enemy no. 1 #sourcing art has become a skill i never knew i would need. please for the love of god stop following accounts that do this #i want to find artists just as much as anyone but i think that skipping the consent part is unacceptable #do better tumblr... for your artists

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Would you mind doing the ask with Tav using edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown?

Please?

(i feel so awkward 🫣 i'm so sorry if i'm doing this wrong and annoying you)

thank youuu for sending this again I appreciate you!!! 🥰🥰🥰 here, have nearly 1k words for this

Raphael x F!Tav, Edging

“That deal doesn’t particularly strike me as fair”, Tav protested after reading through the contract. Raphael stared expectantly at her from his couch, lounging next to her as she reviewed the legalese.

“I think it is more than fair. Generous, even”, he smiled, but his insistence was met with grimacing from Tav. Setting down the contract, she looked at the man next to her: He seemed more at ease here in the House of Hope, less stressed, and the way his eyes met hers tugged briefly at her heart, melting her resistance.

No. Focus, Tav.

“Trading a one-time-use hammer for a crown that elevates you into godhood-levels of might is hardly a fair deal”, she began again, “not to mention that you could simply free Orpheus yourself, but you’d rather have me do that work as well.”

"I do so very much enjoy watching you work", he retorted, voice sultry as always.

"Really? Is that why you let me sleep with Haarlep instead of you?" Tav's voice was sweet and innocent, carefully laying out the trap she hoped he'd walk into.

"No, pet. I did not 'let' Haarlep do anything. Or you." He looked sour, jealous even. “That was entirely your doing.”

"To be fair: Haarlep wasn't my first choice", she admitted. While enjoyable, she'd much rather slept with the devil himself.

He sized her up as if he was considering something, then replied: "I could provide some... encouragement."

Tav bit her lip, pretending to consider his offer. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.”

He was into it now, his prey drive luring him to a false sense of power. “Why not? Two consenting adults… potentially to be repeated, should this be to your – our – liking…”

Raphael’s mouth twitched into a smirk, a sparkle in his eyes revealing he’d do almost anything to get her to sign. Tav stifled a sigh, then nodded. “Okay.”

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Raphael was breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering as he fought himself. He’d already clawed at her thighs, marking her with deep scratches while she was on top of him, grinding her hips ever so slowly.

Tav had let herself sink down on him with languid movements, running her hands over his chest up his throat, squeezing again and again each time the devil tried to speed up their pace. He was greedy and impatient, but oh so easy to manipulate.

Where Haarlep would serve him in the worst ways possible, Tav did anything but: Drawing out his climax until he cursed, then whined, then clawed; the latter followed by her pulling herself off of him to his desperate protests. When she’d sat down on him again, watching his mouth part as his cock bottomed out inside of her, she had scolded him for being so needy.

Not that he cared.

“Keep going”, he whimpered, eyes glassy from lust, after she’d interrupted yet another release.

“Hmm”, she sighed sweetly as she clenched around him teasingly, “I think I need a little more encouragement.”

Raphael opened his eyes in disbelief, a growl coming out of his throat that warned her as much as it aroused her. “And what is it that you want?” His voice was barely contained, no matter how detached he tried to make it sound.

Tav leaned down to suck at his throat, and his hands immediately grabbed her, held her, melting her body into his. “I don’t think you’re ready to give me that yet”, she whispered into his ear as she started to move again, the wet sounds between them giving away both of their pleasures.

“I am”, he groaned, running his fingers through her hair, “Please, I am.”

Tav knew she had to be careful now. She had to push him into exactly the right kind of ecstasy in which his guard would he lowered enough for her to get away with this. It’s what she’d been building up to. It’s what she’d planned and schemed before.

Rolling into him again, she watched as the devil’s pants mixed with small sobs, high-pitched and so very unlike his staged persona. He was hot, so hot, and she constantly had to force herself not to let go. In truth, she was edging them both.

He was about to spill over the edge, so she paused, stilling her entire body and holding down his hips with the last bit of strength that she had, denying his involuntary attempts to push into her. Nearly there. He was nearly there.

“Tell me”, she moaned, not even intentionally, but this was wearing her down as well. “Tell me that you give me anything I want and I’ll let you find release.”

He swallowed, the adam’s apple in his throat moving underneath her palm. “What exactly do you want?”

She started moving again, slowly, so he wouldn’t calm down. “You know what I want, Rapahel.”

“Fuck”, he cursed out, hands moving down to her waist, trying to steer her. “You fucking bitch–“

Pausing again she chuckled as he let out a whine. It was now or never. “Yes or no? Say it.”

She clenched her walls around him, adding more tease, then started riding him as if he had already agreed. Tav knew she was nearly done for as well.

He fought with himself. Sweat was gleaming on his chest, his temples, and between his thighs. “I’ll give you the hammer”, he groaned, “if we’ll do this again.”

Sighing with relief as much as lust, Tav leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. “Good devil”, she praised him. “Now come for me.”

#anon asks #raphael asks #bg3 raphael #bg3 raphael x tav #bg3 smut #if you enjoyed that please share :)

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Wednesday Nights || Part Two

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI 👁️, smutty smut, cursing, dirty talk, praise kink, oral(f + m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Here’s part two for all who asked! Please like, comment, and reblog!

part one

part three

part four

part five

You and Joel nibbled on your breakfast while you walked and talked to your apartment. You were somewhat surprised when he agreed, but he seemed to trust you well enough. Everything about him caught your attention. Even the way he walked turned you on. You were down bad.

As you entered your apartment building, he held the door open for you like the gentleman that he was.

As you waited for the elevator, a touchy-feely couple stood next to you. They were giggling and groping each other, totally devoid of the rest of the world. You and Joel shared a glance. Both of you had the same mischievous twinkle in your eyes. As if to say, they've got the right idea.

When the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked in. Being in an elevator with two strangers apparently wasn't enough to deter the couple from making out. At the very least, they had enough sense to press the button to their floor.

As soon as the doors closed, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played in his hair. You weren’t sure what to say, so you both said nothing. The familiarity flowed easily.

Besides, even if you wanted to say something, the couple was sucking each other's faces so loudly that you wouldn't even be able to hear each other.

Fortunately, the couple got off on the third floor. When the lovey-dovey pair exited the elevator, you realized you hadn't pressed the button for your floor. You pushed yourself away from Joel's grasp and moved over to the column of buttons, pressing floor ten.

As you returned your gaze to Joel, you felt yourself flush. He clearly expected you to walk back into his arms, but you didn't. You stayed exactly where you were. You were suddenly invaded by an overwhelming sense of shyness. Why did he make you so nervous?

"Don't go gettin' shy on me, darlin'," he teased, lingering at the back of the elevator.

“I’m not,” you uttered weakly. You definitely were. You were still somewhat in shock that this was the man giving you thigh shaking orgasms over the phone damn near the last six months. Since when did you acquire a steeping pile of luck?

“Then come here.”

You swallowed hard. You noticed a pinch in your throat from nerves and shyness, but you took a step toward Joel anyway.

You took two more steps, stopping directly in front of him, and gazed into his mischievous chestnut-brown eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and slowly leaned forward, giving you the opportunity to pull away. He glanced at your lips, coming closer. You sighed deeply and closed the distance, crashing your lips against his in a long-overdue, brutal kiss.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Under his mustache, his lips were smooth and supple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth. His lips tasted of the rich coffee and savory croissant bread you had just shared for breakfast.

You broke the kiss, both of you panting against each other’s lips. Gently, he gripped your shoulders and turned you around to face the elevator doors, his hand wrapping around your midsection as he sucked a tantalizing bruise into your neck.

"Joel," you moaned, reaching behind you and him to pull him closer and tilting your head to give him better access.

“Mmhmm,” he grunted softly, “Joel has a much better ring to it than Jay, huh?”

His husky voice, just below your ear, sent heat through every inch of your body. Your clit throbbed and your nipples hardened. You desired him carnally. As his large hands roamed your body, the intense hunger you had for him made it almost impossible for you to simply string together an acceptable sentence.

“Yes," you said, letting out a short sigh of amusement. Jay wasn't much different from Joel, but it was still delightful to be able to moan his real name.

The elevator chirped, signaling that you had arrived on the tenth floor. You both cracked a smile, and you grabbed his hand, leading him off the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.

You let go of his hand in order to reach inside your purse and pull out your keys. You both walked inside after you unlocked the door. You shut and locked the door, hanging your purse up on the shelf, before entering the living area.

“We should talk,” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat.

“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Or…I can fuck you for real this time then we can talk after,” he suggested bluntly.

You swallowed again, taken aback by the bluntness of his words. Still, his words yanked at the neglected coil that rested deep inside your belly.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed, sauntering down the hall and into your bedroom. Joel was hot on your heels, discarding his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the hallway floor before crossing into your room behind you.

You pulled your shirt and bra over your head, tossing them at Joel before bending down to remove your pants. He chuckled at your antics, bending down to help you lower your panties before setting you down on your bed, hand splayed in the very middle of your breasts, to lay you down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs all the way for me, Y/N." Joel urged resting between your legs. You scooched up the bed a little to give him more space before spreading your legs wider.

"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips as he eyed your wet pussy. "Already so wet for me, baby." A nervous chill ran down your spine in tense anticipation. For him, you were on display, and there was nowhere to hide.

Joel shifted forward and blew against your clit, causing you to suppress a choked moan at the back of your throat and clutch the sheets on either side of you.

God, he was such a fucking tease , you thought. No different from your phone calls.

Slowly and confidently he finally closed his lips around your clit. You jerked against him, startled by the intensity of the sensation. No one had touched you like this in a long time, and those who did couldn't hold a candle to Joel. His breath was hot against your pussy just before his tongue teased open your folds with strong flicks.

To ground yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. He spread your lips with his fingers, driving his tongue inside you, shaking his head from left to right, slurping up your wetness. You squirmed, crying out.

“Joel,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his brown tresses as your head writhed against the pillows. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that.” He plunged two fingers inside you effortlessly and began sucking harder on your clit until you came in his mouth.

“Give it to me.” he said, continuing his adroit ministrations. You shuddered, pulsating around his thick fingers. Him talking you through it sounded even better in person than over the phone. He was driving you completely fucking mad .

“You taste so good,” he praised, still swirling his hot tongue against your quivering pussy, sending vibrations through you and making you jerk even harder, “Don’t stop cummin’ for me.”

“Joel, please baby,” you begged weakly as he continued tonguing your sensitive clit.

“Hold my hand, darlin’,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not done yet.” He announced before putting his head back down to lap at your soaking folds.

If you weren’t so intoxicated with desire, you’d be mortified by the pathetic whine that just escaped your lips. You were overwhelmed. You couldn't decide what to focus on — your quickening breaths, his comforting hand wrapped around yours, your trembling thighs, his talented tongue, or the delighted moans Joel made as he ate you out for his pleasure.

You decided to zero in on his expert tongue. His tongue formed a pattern you weren't familiar with yet. You could’ve sworn he just traced the letters J and O onto your clit with his tongue.

Was he spelling his fucking name?

“Are you — are you spelling y-your name?” You asked weakly, mind already blown.

“Mmhmm,” he admitted, laughing softly. The vibrations made you shiver and you were cumming yet again, all kinds of obscene noises fell past your lips.

You finally pushed his head away and motioned for him to switch spots. It was your turn to have your mouth on him . You sat up on your knees as you watched him settle where you were just a moment ago.

You straddled his legs, unbuckling his belt, and yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swift motion. Your eagerness must have unlocked some unknown strength. Your mouth watered with hunger the moment his cock sprung free. It did look like the toy you purchased earlier. But Joel was correct. The tip of his dick was considerably thicker than the silicone toy.

“Don’t hurt me now,” Joel teased, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he peered down at you, reaching for his erection.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you retorted, smirking up at him.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the crown of his cock between your soft, luscious lips. "Shit," he cursed, groaning low as the heat of your mouth engulfed him.

You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into your mouth, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savoring the tender grunts escaping his lips. Joel cupped the back of your head, guiding you further onto his cock. “You look so pretty with all that cock in your mouth.”

A warmth rushed through your chest at the praise. You moaned as you gazed up at Joel through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deeply as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

"Shit!" he growled loudly. "Smack it around on your tongue a bit," he demanded, his grasp on the back of your head relaxing. You did as you were told, letting it slide out of your mouth before tapping it against your warm tongue and stroking it with your left hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Get up here and ride me," Joel said, motioning for you to take your place on his lap. You stroked him twice before shifting up his body and settling in his lap, your dripping entrance hovering over his saliva-slicked erection. You grasped his cock, hastily lined it with your entrance, and slowly eased down on it, both cursing as he bottomed out.

You started out with a smooth bounce, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you gazed down into his lust-filled pupils.

He licked his bottom lip. "You look so sexy taking my cock," he praised, reaching up to cup your breast in his hand, grunting loudly as he watched his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy. His encouraging words served to further boost your confidence; so you placed your hands on his chest, whirled your hips, and bounced a bit more enthusiastically. The way he was stretching you out hurt so good.

There was so much lust in Joel's eyes that it nearly gave him the appearance of intoxication. He took his thumb partly in his mouth and licked it before bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing swiftly. “Come on," he encouraged, rubbing harder. “I wanna see you cum on my cock.”

Your entire body began to tingle as the coil deep inside your belly began to unravel. You were so tongue-tied that you were unable to tell him that you were cumming, but you could tell by the all-knowing grin he sported that he could feel it.

As if he could read your mind, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it." He chuckled at the blissed-out face you made as you cried out, wetness flowing from you down his cock as you came hard. "Good girl."

Every nerve in your body felt as if it were being pinched, but in a manner that was pleasant. You wondered if it was possible to cum so hard that you'd end up transported to another universe.

"Joel," you whimpered as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. After a moment, he finally shifted his hand, moving up to grasp your neck and pull you down, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you, and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

"I want to bounce on your cock some more," you whispered against his lips. He beamed up at you, and you couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, I ain’t stoppin’ you," he said, kissing you once more before you moved again. You turned around slowly, careful not to let his cock slip out. Once he had a good view of your ass, you placed the soles of your feet on the mattress and squatted bouncing on him as hard and fast as you could.

"Oh fuuuck ," he gasped, astonished that you twisted around without his cock slipping out and taken aback by the harsh rhythm you set. He had made you cum three times already. Now it was your turn to make him cum. It was the least you could do. In this moment, riding him like your life depended on it was an understatement. You ground down, causing him to dig deeper into your core. He hissed in pleasure. “Goddamn.”

“Keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll cum,” Joel grunted, smacking both your asscheeks. “You want that, don’t you?”

“ Yesss . You feel so good inside me, Joel.” you praised, looking down at him over your shoulder. He looked sexy underneath you. As if that’s where he belonged. A small voice in the back of your head hoped for this to happen again and again, just like the Wednesday nights you shared.

Joel put his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, knocking you off balance, but he caught you by the waist and jackhammered up into you.

“Fuuuck! You’re. Takin’. My. Cock. So. Fuckin'. Good—" Joel gritted his teeth with each vicious snap of his hips; his cock pulsed inside you, and you clenched around him as tight as you could.

“I’m cummin’ darlin,” Joel warned, panting harsher with his erratic thrusts.

He grasped your bouncing tits. “Where do you want it?”

“Stay right wh-where you are,” you moaned, bringing a finger down onto your swollen clit, rubbing yourself fast and hard in tight circles.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel moaned in response, his large hands loosening the hold on your bouncing tits to grip at your waist as his hips smacked against your asscheeks, pounding into you even harder, chasing his release. “I’m cummin, baby.”

Joel let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot hot white ropes of cum into you, whimpering softly as you rocked down, milking him of everything he had.

He pulled you back and down against his chest before turning you both over and cuddling you from the back. You craned your neck to steal a glance at him, and he covered your mouth with his, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. His hands roamed all over your sweat-glistening body as he pulled you even closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue danced against yours.

“Shit,” Joel cursed, breaking the kiss as he glanced at the digital that sat on top of your dresser and shot off the bed to get dressed.

Your heart panged in disappointment. Of course he was leaving, you thought. You made quick to slip your panties and shirt back on before sinking back onto the bed.

This was too good to be true.

Foolish of you to think anything different.

Joel looked back at you as he pulled up his jeans, jumping slightly to get them properly on his hips. His eyes widened in concern once he saw the raw look of pain on your face, fighting back the urge to palm his forehead.

“Hey—no," he started, "I promise I’m not an asshole." He grabbed your hands in his. "It's just—I have to drop my daughter off to soccer practice at 11."

You raised an eyebrow at him, that sinking feeling in your chest easing as you learned the truth. “You’re a dad?”

He chuckled softly at your incredulous tone. "Yes, I am," he said, sitting down beside you on the bed as he slipped into his white socks and brown work boots. "Does that bother you?"

"Of course not." You shook your head, scooting closer to him. "It'll take more than a kid to keep me away from you, Joel," you acknowledged.

His brow furrowed in a delighted smirk. After he finished tying his shoes, he sat up and faced you. To your amusement, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'd like to come back after I drop her off, if that's alright with you." He uttered this as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you forward to land a delicate kiss between your eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that." You agreed, nodding your head and placing a kiss between his eyes as soon as he drew back.

"Good. ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but Wednesday nights just ain’t gonna cut it for me anymore." He admitted it, drawing you in for a tight hug. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his cool, sweat-slicked skin.

The two of you laughed and squeezed each other more closely as you said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, cowboy…"

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sinnbaddie · 11 days

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Naruto has a multitude of characters where their writing is heavily based in queerness and queer experiences. From the devotion two characters have for one another to a point where they would trust each other with their lives, to feeling like the other one is the only person who truly to their core understands them and accepts them for who they are despite their flaws and issues they’ve done in the past.

Naruto as a series is so queer in its writing that the writer - whether intentional or not - made the main two characters always run after each other even if one of them fell into darkness, saying he’d shoulder the pain he’s holding just so he can be near him and you’re saying you think… Obito is gay?? The guy who literally lost his mind over a girl??

Edit: I’m talking about canon btw. Hc if you’d like I’ll always support that, but he’s not canonically gay or bi. His character is rooted in his love for a girl and the only reason he saved kk was to have time alone w Rin because he didn’t want him interfering. He’s in love w Rin and only Rin in canon🙇‍♂️

#Obito Uchiha #anti obkk #anti obikaka #Sasuke Uchiha #naruto uzumaki #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #Maito Gai #rin nohara #kisame hoshigaki #Itachi Uchiha #sasunaru #sns #we have lost the plot #Obito wouldn’t kiss a man even if his life depended on it #out of ALL of the characters ALL of them… it’s him??#I just don’t understand how you can see his spiraling beginning with Rin’s death #and then say he’s absolutely in love w kk…#I’m not saying you can’t enjoy the aus or the fanfics #what I’m saying is y’all who say it’s CANON that he’s in love w him are stupid #there’s just no way y’all read this shit w your eyes closed…#please don’t debate me about this idc I just wanted to share some thoughts on my blog #and I know I’m right. Obito would choose Rin over kk any day and y’all are maaaad #sins posting

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basketobread · 3 months

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PLEASE i feel like i'm re-sharing more fan art than i am creating my own art HAHAHA thank you guys sooooo much for all your generosity!! seriously, i CANNOT thank you all enough!! 😭❤🙏

#i know im still inactive but please forgive me!!!#im a bit worn out with drawing so i'm using my remaining energy on comms + the silly lunara sketches i've been sharing!#that isnt to say that i dont enjoy drawing though HAHAHA #i love creating and im so grateful to be able to share all my art with you and to have such lovely ppl support me #whether it be via the comms ive gotten or just people liking/reblogging my work... THANK YOU!!!#i have tons of comic ideas so when i'm ready to get back into drawing at lightspeed... be prepared HAHAHAHA #much love and have a good night <33333 #(also might upload another lunara doodle tonight but IDK YET)#bob talks

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rollercoasterwords · 10 months

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#edited out the name bc this person is very young and i don't want any hate directed towards them #but @this person:#please try to understand why this type of message is frustrating #i am not writing my story for you #i am writing my story for ME #and i love having others along but ultimately i do not care about what any of the people reading this story want to see in it #because i am not. writing. for an audience.#i am not. creating content. for you #i am sharing something i made myself #for me #with those who happen to also enjoy it #there are SO MANY fics where james + sirius are friends #and you can read any of those fics instead #if you need them to be besties #then please don't read my fic. because it's not going to happen #ask #wfrau

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juliaaadoodles · 1 year

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I think I've had this thought before. That's how I know.

Such an honor to be part of the COTRmontage! Check out the vid and the rest of the incredible artists!

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#disco elysium #COTRmontage #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #the pale #hey hi hello #I have been taking a little break from posting and socials in general but Sea Power posted the youtube video so I can finally share this!!!#though from time to time I revisit this site and stumble upon the wonderful things you leave in the tags #how flattering and how sweet #please enjoy this wild thing I made #it's probably one of my favorite pieces of all time and was such fun to create and then learn to parallax!#and ABSOLUTELY watch the video bevause there are over 70 crazy talented artists to be found there #and all of them are utterly delightful #Youtube

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12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

For Annie and Brady please.

I love them soo much. And I adore your writing.

Also I hope you’re doing well and are having a great day :)

hello anon! thank you so much for submitting this prompt!! 🥹 it absolutely took a fairly cute direction in quite the circumstance (we’ll see what that means), so i hope you enjoy!! :) thank you for the love on annie and brady too! 😭 that’s so sweet!! they’re a joy to write so i hope this provides some goodness for them! YOU TOO ANON!!! i hope your day (and now weekend) is going wonderfully! please enjoy!!!

i found you again

(a/n): had a much longer version that this but….did not feel ready for that so, i shortened it up and made it work a bit more with the prompt and i liked how it came out so :) it is shorter than some of my other writings, but i hope to expand on it more in future postings haha! please enjoy!!

Annie slowly slid out of her bunk and moved through the tiny room towards Brady's bunk and got a look at his face, immediately shrinking a bit at the sight of him looking so safe, small and youthful in his sleep, reminding her of that last time they'd found each other side by side, the unknowing between the two of them, one of their last conversations face to face. And now….he was right there.

Annie reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a small shake. In almost an instant, he awoke and turned to her in the darkness and immediately reached towards her like he always used to do and grasped her arm. Always reaching.

"Hey, everything okay?" he whispered quietly, his voice a pin-drop in the dark.

"I can't get myself warm." she whispered back, the frustration behind her voice, flogged with a bit more emotion than she was going for and he immediately moved over the best he could in the cot and lifted his blanket up.

"Hop in." he whispered, a small smile on his face. Annie immediately sat on the edge and pulled herself into the bunk, wrapped in her own blanket and turned on her side, immediately becoming engulfed in Brady's chest, his bit of warmth and him. He let the rest of the blanket fall around her form and then he immediately wrapped his arm around her, pulling her shivering form to his own side, arm rubbing up and down, a bit of friction on her clothes, from him. Annie snuggled her head into his neck, where it seemed to be the warmest and let out a small sigh of relief at the bit of warmth that was finally entering her body.

"Better?" Brady whispered, warm breath tickling her neck, and she smiled and nestled closer and nodded.

"Much." she whispered, "Thank you." He smiled, and she shifted a bit, cuddling deeper, and then sighed at the immense amount of comfort that she hadn't felt in days, finally encircling her. Slowly, she brought up a hand out of the warmth of the blanket, and brought it to the side of his face, gently brushing her thumb over the bit of stubble on his cheek, the pleasant feel of him just right there, was comforting in it of itself. It was all she needed.

"So," Brady whispered, his voice somewhere next to her ear, "I never asked, after you were captured - what happened?" Annie shifted a bit and sat up, away from the warmth of his neck, and instead staring down at him, her thumb brushing his cheek, head resting on her hand, staring at those twinkling eyes.

"I was out of it for the most part," Annie whispered back, reaching up to brush some of his strands of hair from his face behind his ear, over and over, watching the sleepiness roll into his eyes, "between the knock to my head and the knee, the lack of food and water….I don't remember much aside from well…..the questioning. The staring." She met his gaze, watching quietly as he let his eyes linger over her face.

"What'd they ask you?" he whispered, his voice so low, all she really saw was his moving lips in the bleary darkness.

"Questions about everything. The 100th. About Birdie; newspaper clippings and such. About Buck and Bucky, about the Regensberg mission - my name was in the paper. Asked about home." Annie managed out, her eyes hardly leaving his own, "I didn't tell them anything. I told them my name, my number, my unit. That's it." Brady watched her and slowly brought up his free hand and brushed it against the bottom of her lip, lingering over the few scabs under her chin from the few scuffles with Germans and falls and punches.

"You?" she whispered back.

"The same." he whispered, "Lot of questions about the 100th - Buck especially. A few about you." She stared at him.

"I didn't let on a thing, though," he whispered, "I'd rather die than give away info about any one of us."

For a moment, they just stared at each other in a way that was far more intimate than anything else in the past few days, enough where her heart raced, and she suddenly felt consumed by his ever-present gaze on her own.

"Did they do anything to you?" he whispered, his thumb brushing her cheek again as her hands continued to prod his hair, "I swear to-", he looked at her, "Annie, if they laid a finger-"

"No, they didn't, not like that," she whispered, hand shaking against his face, "just shoves, a few…punches-"

"Punches?" Brady whispered, "Annie I-"

"John." she whispered, louder than she had wanted and quieted herself, shaking her head, "I'm fine, look-" her hand cupped his cheek, "I'm right here." He stared at her so longingly her stomach hurt, that yearning, that want, that desperate, reaching nature lingering between them.

"I know." Brady whispered, his hand grazing her neckline which was layered in blankets and clothing, "Just….if I ever see them doing anything, I'm jumpi-"

"John," Annie whispered, her voice soft as cream, "you don't have to do any of that now. It's just you and me. Right here." She reached out and took one of his hands, placing it on her chest where her heart was, hidden under skin and bone and overcoats. Brady watched her, like some sort of miracle and believed her. He let out a breath and swallowed.

Watching each other in their current circumstances was an art in it of itself - their hesitant, lingering gazes, the touches on one another's faces, the way her eyes evaded his, but always came back, their bodies so close, pressed against one another, but still distant.

Watching Brady now, he looked beyond exhausted, more than he ever did back at Thorpe Abbotts, and the more she continued that same, calming motion of brushing his strands of hair back, sometimes to settle behind his ear and sometimes to not, she watched his eyes grow more tired.

And in a sense, she got the idea it reminded him of when he was a child, when there was no war and his Ma probably tucked him in at night and brushed his hair gently until his eyes closed. And now, he was halfway across the world, in a P.O.W. camp.

"You need rest," she whispered softly, watching as he leaned a bit more into her touch as her fingers graced over his cheek, his eyes fighting to close, fighting the sleep, "it's okay." He watched her through half-open eyes and brought a hand to her neckline and watched her.

"I'm glad I found you again, Annie." he whispered, "I don't know what I'd do if I knew you'd gone down and didn't end up here." Annie stared at him, her world stilling around her and she couldn't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his forehead, before pulling back and cupping his cheek.

"Get some rest, okay?" she whispered, "I'll be right here." Brady watched her again and then nodded, that small smile on his face failing to disappear, as his eyes slides shut and his body finally seemed to relax.

You couldn't do that much here, you were always on guard, waiting for the next sound of explosions, or someone in the hallway, yelling, screaming.

Yet, here, he finally seemed to let go of all of that and sleep.

And until his breathing became deep and slow, she sat up, running a hand through his hair and letting him feel at home for once.

Even if that home was nowhere near here.

Even if home was this, right here.

#masters of the air #mota #silver bullets #mota writings #annie bradshaw #john brady #john brady x oc #annie x brady #these two (sobs)#and yes.....this has always been the plan from the beginning if you were wondering (and as you can see....i still can't find myself writing #about when brady goes down in annie's pov)#(so we're avoiding it by doing this)#(ahhh)#this prompt absolutely opened the door to some quiet moments of these two side by side and sharing one bed is something i'm forever loving #please enjoy!!! :D #ladies who brady

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coldcalamari · 5 months

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i got inspired by a conversation with @aidanchaser (hope you dont mind me tagging you 🙏) to make a vampire/fantasy au :) these are some sketches and ideas for it !!! i think im gonna work on the hero costumes some more but i thought id let everyone see the first drafts for now ☆

i have a handful of thoughts abt the au, but ill leave them under the cut so i dont make the post too long !

like i said, its a fantasy/vampire au! in my au, they are both trans. marinette still uses she/her and adrien uses they/he/she. apologies if any of this is hard to understand or written poorly, writing isnt my strength.

Adrien and Marinette are already dating in the au, but Gabriel doesnt approve of their relationship. Adrien decides she's tired of her father's overbearing nature, and she runs away from home in the middle of the night. When they're almost to Marinette's house, they're attacked by a vampire and "killed" (thats what the second drawing is depicting, Adrien's "death"). Adrien is pronounced dead, and nobody realizes she's been turned into a vampire.

Adrien is still in love with Marinette, but is scared she will be afraid of him now that he's a vampire, so he decides to try and win her heart while in disguise (as Chat Noir).

Meanwhile, Marinette is convinced that Adrien's death was more than a random killing. She adopts a secret identity (Ladybug) in order to investigate Adrien's murder and find out what really happened that night. (she also learns some magic to help her along the way!)

the love square looks like this in the au. Marinette finds herself really liking Chat Noir, but is obviously still grieving for Adrien. Chat Noir, after teaming up with Ladybug, starts to develop feelings for her and wonders if he should try to move on instead of chasing his old life.

I think at the end of the story, there would be a happy ending. Once everything got revealed, Marinette would just be happy to have Adrien back, regardless of them being a vampire or not. things would be different in their lives, but they still love each other no matter what

#please ignore how bad i am at drawing side profiles im so out of practice 😭#anyway i have more thoughts but i think im gonna work on the au more before sharing them. this is just the basic premise!#i am by no means a writer but i hope you all enjoy my au regardless 🙏#my art #scribble #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ml ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #marichat #ml vampire au #cw blood #should i angst tag this?#im gonna #cw angst

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Hi! I am an ardent fan of your writing, and I hope to be as sorted and planned as you some day in my own writing journey.

My question is: you have a keen eye when it comes to planning character personality, dynamics, and such. I've also been wading through your ask replies, and your insights into how you write people and how you make them play off of each other is so wonderful to read. If it's not too personal a q, how did you learn how to write like this? Did you go to school for writing, does it come from years of observing people, do you have reading list recs for "how to write real people and real interactions"?

Thanks! This is a really flattering question. I'll try to answer it honestly, because I wish someone had been brutally honest about this with me when I was a young writer.

I didn't go to school for writing. I started doing it when I was about nine years old. It sucked very badly. I kept writing throughout high school, and it still mostly sucked, but some of it was occasionally interesting. ("Interesting" here does not mean "good," by the way.) I took a break in college, and then came back. I've been writing ever since. Sometimes, I feel good about it. A lot of the time, I don't!

I hate giving this advice, because I remember how it feels to get it, and it's the most uninspiring, boring-ass, dog shit advice you can get, but it's also the only advice that is 100% unequivocally true: you have to write, and specifically, you have to write things that suck.

I do not mean that you should make things that suck on purpose. I mean that you have to sit down and try your absolute hardest to make something good. You have to put in the hours, the elbow grease, the blood, sweat, and tears, and then you have to read it over and accept that it just totally sucks. There is no way around this, and you should be wary of people who tell you there is. There is no trick, no rule, no book you can buy or article you can read, that will make your writing not suck. The best someone else can do is tell you what good writing looks like, and chances are, you knew that anyway — after all, you love to read. You wouldn't be trying to do this if you didn't. And anyone who says they can teach you to write so good it doesn't suck at first is either lying to you, or they have forgotten how they learned to write in the first place.

So the trick is to sit there in the miserable doldrums of Suck, write a ton, and learn to like it. Because this is the phase of your path as an artist when you find what it is you love about writing, and it cannot be the chance to make "good writing." This will be the thing that bears you through and compels you to keep going when your writing is shit, i.e., the very thing that makes you a writer in the first place. So find that, and you've got a good start.

Some people know this, but assume that perseverance as a writer is about trying to get to the point where you don't suck anymore. This is not true, and it is an actively dangerous lie to tell young writers. You are not aiming to feel like your writing doesn't suck. You are aiming to write. You are aiming to have written. Everything else is dust and rust. And of course, you'll find things you like about your pieces, you'll find things you're proud of, you'll learn to love the things you've made. But that little itch of self-criticism, in the back of your brain — the one that cringes when you read a clunky line, or thinks of a better character beat right after it's far too late to change — that's never going away. That's the Writer part of you. Read Kafka, read Dickens, read Tolstoy, you will find diary entries where they lament how absolutely fucking atrocious their writing was, and how angry they are that they can't do better. A good writer hates their sentences because they can always imagine better ones. And the ability to imagine a better sentence is what's going to make you pick up the pen again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

Which is what I mean, and probably what all those other annoying, preachy advice-givers mean, when we say: a good writer is just someone who writes every day. It's that easy, and that hard.

#by the way a lot of this draws on ideas inspired by 'letters to a young poet' by rainer maria rilke if you're interested #that's a formative text for me as an artist #it won't teach you how to write but it will teach you how to think perhaps #and once you know how to think. well. life is just pretty good #and i can't say the writing gets easier but when life is pretty good i find myself enjoying it a lot more #this word vomit was prompted by the question 'how do you write real people and real interactions'#because that's like — i'm not trying to be pedantic but—#that's kind of just 'how do you write literature'?#because that's all literature is. what are human beings? how do you write a person? how do they interact with each other?#like shoutout to the void if you know for sure how to write real interactions then please for the love of god tell the rest of us #because i think most of all authors in history have just been giving it our best stab #'this is how the world looks for me. is it how the world looks for you?'#so my advice on that score is: try to see how the world looks for you #and then try to share it with me #don't worry about whether it looks the same for me. it won't

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