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evilvvithin · 1 year

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Welcome home, soldier

Pairing: König x f!reader Summary: König comes back from a mission after a long time. You indeed missed him but he missed you way more. Words: 1,679 Warnings: This is a smut. Dirty uncensored smut, slightly dom könig, raw rough sex and such. Ofc it's also kinda cute because, you know, König, he's just being himself. Sorry not sorry. Brain.exe has stopped working.

Notes: König drives me feral and IDC. Don't tell me he is not AT LEAST slightly dom like that, in my head he likes to be in control/dom because he lacked the control of his life early in his life. He is just dom dont @ me. Oh, Im talking too much, this is jsut a dirty smut here, enjoy <3 (checked and should be proof-read)

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Mmmm, hmmm… hmm, mmmmmm.

Humming your favorite song in mind, you placed the last plate together with others to let them dry. The feeling of satisfaction filled your whole body as your eyes danced over the room.

Hmmmmm,mm… mmmm, hmm.

All cleaned up and ready. Deep inhale, exhale… the meat! God, you almost forgot you were cooking dinner. The meat was perfect, soft on touch, and the aroma of herbs and garlic filled the whole apartment. He'll gotta come home anytime soon, you said to yourself as you checked the time again.

König was sent on a mission to foreign country and you didn't see him for a whole week, if not more. You weren’t sure at this point. Days melted together without him and you realized how empty and boring your life was without his presence. Sometimes you worked with him, but this time they didn’t really need your programming skills. You cursed in your mind, knowing it was König himself who made sure you stay home.

The door creaked when you were lost in your thoughts, staring at the meat being cooked with an empty look on your face.

“Woo-” you screamed, “almost burnt my hand, silly!”

Large arms wrapped around your torso tightly, König murmured something into your hair and inhaled the scent deeply.

“Du hast mir gefehlt,” he whispered and without any warning pulled you up, carrying you towards the bedroom.

“I… I missed you too, honey, but there’s dinner still being cooked!”

He growled impatiently and let go off you, gently placing you back down. You felt the warm print of his hard member on your back still, even when he wasn’t touching you anymore. Oh, I missed YOU too for sure , you bit your lip and rushed back to the oven. The meat was done, side dish as well. Everything nice and ready, you turned off the fire.

“Hungry?” You asked him over your shoulder but no reply came. Thinking he probably didn’t hear you as sometimes he got lost in his own thoughts and was overthinking a lot, you asked again: “Dinner’s ready!”

In the middle of grabbing plates, König’s hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you. You put the plates down and looked at him, waiting to hear what he wanted. Pulling you closer to him by your wrist, his other hand slid under your shirt and rubbed the skin on your back and sides.

“What about a sweet dessert first,” he smirked and dug his fingertips into your flesh. “Couldn’t wait to… feel you.”

You only moaned in reply at his words, he knew how to make you melt too well. Pushing your own body onto his, lips connected in a long hungry kiss, König kept walking backwards to where he was originally headed - the bedroom, until he reached the edge of the bed. Expecting him to fall down so you can crawl all over him, you bumped into him instead as he stayed standing straight. You knew you couldn’t just push him and make him fall, it’d be like trying to move a house with bare hands. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you gave him a confused look. You were hungry for some more of his lips,but why are we still standing up like this?

Feeling like you’ve said your thoughts out loud rather than just in your head, he grabbed your shoulders firmly and pushed you onto the bed. Face buried down the mattress, you coughed as you didn't expect it but König was right behind you, rolling you around and weighing you down. Usually you’d let him know he’s too heavy to just rest his weight on top of you, but you didn’t care this time. You wanted to feel him so close, you missed his touch. His touch, his presence, his strength… You craved all of it so much now. Parting your legs apart, he slid his hand behind your pants and sighed happily.

“Keine Unterwäsche…” he grinned amused. “Been expecting an important guest?” His voice was so raspy it sent shivers down your spine.

Rubbing his palm over your already aroused area, he made it impossible for you to form a simple sentence as your mind was blank, only filled with him and your lust for him.

“Very… very important… guest,” you moaned in reply and moved against his hand as much as you could.

Your hands trailed down his body, feeling every muscle of his tensing under them, till you reached the edge of his shirt and attempted to pull it up. He hissed and grabbed your hands, pulling them back above your head and holding them down. It was nothing hard to keep both your hands in place for him, his hands were large.

More moans escaped your lips as he pressed his palm against your clit and rubbed it. Your pussy was throbbing for attention, wet more than enough for him already.

Seeing you whimper and break under him, his bulge grew even more and he slid one of his fingers into your hole.

“Fuck…” you let out, feeling his finger find its way to irritate your pleasure point. “I need you, König.”

Hearing your soft voice crack with pleasure like that, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Getting himself up on his knees, he removed yours and his pants and threw them somewhere to the side. Everything else you were wearing joined them on the floor soon after. His body was heated up, almost burning against your skin. With your hands now free, you immediately used them to pull him close to you, pushing down onto his hips.

“Impatient?” He rubbed his length all over your pussy, making you almost scream out loud from frustration.

“You’ve been away the whole week, please…”

Your needy tone of voice was driving him crazy, his cock twitched with excitement. He needed you as much as you needed him. Pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, he traced his hands up your arms and grabbed your wrists, gently pulling them down into the mattress.

“Just lay back, love.”

You closed your eyes, not fighting your way out of his grasp on your wrists anymore. You trusted him fully afterall. He could do anything to you and you wouldn’t complain, you’d just ask for more if anything. He’d never hurt you, not even if you begged him to. Focusing on his lips, tongue, sucking on your neck, you felt his cock sliding inside you slowly. He went slow, but as deep as he could. You felt his tip pressing against your cervix before he pulled out again slowly.

“You are so ready for me already,” he whispered onto your neck.

You were throbbing for him, needy, screaming internally. Your insides were heating, ready to welcome whatever he had in mind. He knew it, he knew there’s no need to take it slowly as usual because of his size. His hand, squeezing the flesh of your ass and thighs till now, cupped your boobs and pressed down on your chest. He wanted you to stay in place, not move. He wanted you to stay under him, take his cock.

Moving up his head to look you in the eyes, he suddenly slammed his cock into you powerfully. You yelped out, moaned, something in between. You were drowning in pleasure, his hand grabbing your chin and pulling your head backwards for better access to your neck. He left marks there, marks that you were his. Marks that brought you both soft pain and pleasure. He wasn’t holding back this time, not slowing down his rhythm. His thrusts were only quicker, sloppier, his breath burning the skin on your neck more and more. The bedroom, vibrating under the moans of you two. Soaked mattress under you. His grip on your wrists becoming sweatier and sweatier.

After a while, he freed your hands so he could move his arm under your neck and grasp your hair. He slowed his thrusts, making them intense and deep while brushing and pulling your hair.

“You feel so good,” he barely caught his breath between moans.

“I love you too…” you moaned in reply.

Your hands dug into his back, pulling him down towards you in rhythm. You wanted more of him. All of him. He grunted as you were more likely leaving scratches on his back, but it was only arousing him at the moment, making him plunge your pussy up even more.

Your legs, curled around his ass, sliding down his waist all limp just as he made his last thrusts and your insides were filled with his warm cum. Your arms flopped down next to you down the mattress, your eyes unable to focus on him anymore. He thrusted into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, kicking the air out of your lungs.

“You are so perfect, Schatz.” He murmured and gave your cheek a kiss.

“Missed you so much, love,” you smiled and found your way to his lips. “A week is too long.”

You might’ve been satisfied, but you were always hungry for his kisses and so was he. You felt squished under him, but the need to be skin on skin as close as possible to him was stronger.

Finally breaking the kiss, you asked: “So, still hungry?”

“For your cooking, always.”

Grabbing your clothes off the ground, you noticed a small shiny thing poking out of his jean’s pocket. Little Eiffel tower.

“What’s this?” You asked and pulled it out fully.

“Just… just a little gift for you.” He replied and took his shirt from you, pulling it over his head.

Of course, you laughed in your mind. Him and his little gifts all the time.

“France? Paris? God…” you whined, “ ah, you know how much I wanted to visit those!”

He didn’t want to hear about this. He didn’t want you to join his mission, not one of those where you could’ve got harmed.

“Maybe next time, Schatz. Now, now I’m hungry.”

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ajs-bookmark · 3 months

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guess who fucking finished EPISODE SIX

that’s right it’s meeee

okok my thoughts: SPOILERS AHEAD

IRIS MESSAGING OH MY GODS ITS SO COOL ITS SO FREAKINGG COOOOLLLL! !!!! like ARGGGG its like a really badly connected facetime i love it.

omgs luke “HOW DO YOU KNOW😳😳” that’s some interesting foreshadowing there uncle rick

CLARISSEEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART IN THE BOOKS

“compared to the chimera on monday and medusa on sunday” percy’s so real for that idc. icon.

WHEN DID YOU TWO START ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE LMAOAOAOAOA how did luke know. mans knew from the very beginning

animals running amok in las vegas💀

i’m guessing the one with the giant lotus blossom on it annabeth, queen of calling out percy’s bullshit

LEVITATING IS PERFECT (not as perfect as poker face but still pretty good)

the graphic novel. counts. my bro ain’t wrong. the graphic novels count

THEY FIGURED IT OUT SO SOON IM SO PROUD OF THEM

I MAYBE SAW BIANCAS HAT like i saw in the background a girl with a green floppy hat ??? bianca is that you ???

are augustus and ferdinand gay ????

if i tell you something will you promise not to make fun of me and annabeths lil “dude” like percy ofc she’s going to make fun of you

IS THAT NICO INTHE RED JACKEF I SEE HIM I SEE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM HES SO AWWWWW AW AW AW AW AW I LOVD YOU

^^^^my actual reaction as a saw a lil short kid with black hair wearing a red jacket

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER

youre a really good guesser. lmao percy he’s a god😭😭

luke changes everything. like he always does.

poor bb looks so sad about his son :( i can tell he wants to go back and fix everything

i remember JUST FINE. GO QUEEN GO. LIKE YES YOU DO, TELL THE BITCHY GOD

and i feel a lot better about having stolen his keys. exactly !! wait what. this whole scene was so perfectly their dynamic

HAHAHAHAHHA PERCY DRIVING A CAR IVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER HOLY HADES

imagine your first driving lesson being saving the world i think i would kms

HELP HIM HITTING THE WALL IM DEAD

grover getting his memory back is so cute 🥰🥰🥰

yes king go meet ur dad even though he’s not there

PREPARE FOR WAR OMGS WHAT …. i was NIT expecting that

this is not your fault. you are brave. you are strong. you made your father proud. me when the daddy issues kick in and i almost started crying

HEY NOW. THEY ONLY GAVE HIM THREE IN THE BOOKS. RESPECTFULLY, WHY DOES SALLY JACKSON GET TO LIVE INSTANTLY WHY IS THERE NOT A STRUGGLE !!! THATS PERCYS WHOLE REASON FOR BEING PISSED

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary you've been tasked to grab your clean clothes from the laundry room during a storm. little do you know, a certain someone has a similar task.

cw ANGST, but it's the last time. FLUFF. kind of bad writing. storms, thunder, the dark. feelings!!! miscommunication fr, definitely not how the navy operates, but idc. NON-DESCRPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n THE LONG AWAITED LAST PT3 IS HEREEEE. im feeling kind of...weird about the ending. i like it, but i dont love it. i hope you peeps enjoy it, though!! sorry for taking so long to write and post it :/

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Sunday noon came around quicker than you wanted it. You'd slept until eleven and elected to stay in bed until it was time to eat. When that time came, you ate Penny's homemade burritos that Nix had sneaked in without the boys seeing.

The two of you ate in your bed and then laid back down. Phoenix was literally on top of you, her hands supporting her head. If Hangman were to walk in now, he'd never let her live this down. Badass Nix with messy bed hair, practically cuddling her heartbroken friend. It was a rare sight.

"I'm exhausted, Nix. I wish I'd never opened my goddamn mouth." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

You were tired. After your confession, you raced back here, flopped under the covers and cried, much like the night before. You wanted to take everything back—every word, movement and facial expression. Rooster hated you, and that was the only way you could get close to him—the hatred—but now you've shattered that wall.

He doesn't like me. I ruined whatever connection we had. Fuck that stupid mouth of mine. Why did I have to react so poorly both times? He's not mine. I want him to be mine. No. Yes. Fucking hell, this headache. Can't we go back to normal—our normal? That has been your train of thoughts for God knows how long, and it was seriously tiring you out.

"Everything will work out for you. Rooster is full of surprises," Phoenix responded reassuringly.

You looked at her weirdly. "What kind of fucking riddle is that? Have you lost your mind?"

She just laughed, sitting up. "Shut up. I know what I'm saying."

You were about to reply when the screech of the bunkroom door caught your attention. "Oh my God!" Fanboy shouted, closing the door again. "Am I interrupting something?"

You snorted. "Have you never heard of knocking?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing on top of each other, man?" He sounded traumatised. You giggled.

"None of your business!"

"Whatever, man. I came in to tell you it's going to storm real hard soon. Prepare for a blackout."

"Okay, thanks!" You hear the shuffling of feet moving away from your door and groan.

Phoenix makes a move to stand up. As if she knows what you're thinking, she speaks up. "I'm not going."

"Oh, please, Nix! You know how much I hate it down there! Especially if it's storming out," you whine but to no avail.

"You're in the Navy, for Christ's sake. And it's a quick job. Go in, grab the clothes, and come back. I already put them in the dryer. You only have to fetch them."

You groan but get up as well, blindly searching for your phone and earbuds. If you were going in that dark, scary laundry room, you'd at least do it your way. And who's a better companion than Taylor Swift?

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It was early in the evening when all lights shut off. The heater in your room stopped groaning, and you concluded that the expected blackout was happening now. Nix was sleeping in her bunk above you, and you sighed. You'd put off going to the laundry room in hopes of Natasha changing her mind, but there was no way you were getting out of it now.

You really didn't want to face Bradshaw, and there was a big chance you would in the hallways. Unfortunately for you, no one has invented time travel yet, so you're destined to bump into him at some point. You work together, for fuck's sake. It's impossible to ignore him forever.

So, you gather yourself, put a hoodie over your t-shirt with the nearest civilian shoes, and plug your earphones before pressing play on Taylor Swift and blindly find the door. The backup generator is up and running, for the hallway lights are on.

A few people are conversing and leaning on their bedroom doors. Some greet you with a nod and a smile, and you shoot them one back, ducking your head so as not to be spotted by your friends—who are likely hanging out with Rooster.

You arrive at the laundry room and immediately get to work. There's no one else in here, and it's cold. You feel like a child, shivering in fear as if a ghost will pop up from a corner. The music is blasting, and you're grateful, for the eeriness of this place makes you jumpy. Fuck, it's so dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley was also on laundry duty. He'd put it off as much as he could, even paying Hangman to do it once. He hated the silence in that freezing room and how far away it was from everyone.

So, here he was, trying to walk as quietly as possible; so no admiral ghosts pop up to scare him. Lucky for him, he only had to put them in the bin, press a few buttons and be out of there in seconds.

He's startled when he sees you. Well, he spots your back, but he knows it's you. The unmistakable Taylor Swift tune reaches his ears. Bradley leans against the doorframe, watching as you bop your head and slightly move your hips while you hum the lyrics.

He chuckles. Your undying love for the singer was the cause for your callsign, although not many people knew that. You made up a story about how quick you're in the air—that's why people call you that. But he knows.

And he loves his knowledge over that little detail about you because it's so significant. Bradley loves memorising things about you—from how you struggle to french braid your hair to how you like Heineken beer more than Corona because you don't like the stupid connection it has to Fast and Furious.

I miss you. The words are on the tip of Rooster's lips, but he doesn't dare say them. He wanted to give you space and time to rethink your words because—surprise, surprise—he's been in love with you for God-knows-how long. And he wants you to love him back, truly, but he doesn't want to freak you out. So, he'll gladly settle with watching you dance to Taylor while trying to hide the fond smile taking over his features.

A loud crack of thunder startles the both of you. The place goes completely black. Bradley moves off the doorframe, but you drop the half-filled basket with a gasp. A soft fuck escapes your lips, and Bradley decides to close the distance between you and help.

His hands look for your waist, wanting to help you up. He hadn't thought about how isolated you were from the world. You don't have time to move away from the hands circling around you, and a yelp escapes your lips when you hit something solid. One earbud falls off in the process.

You fight to move away and swat the person—God, please let it be a person and not an actual fucking ghost—with a shirt. You cry for it to get away, but the arms find your waist again while the person hushes you.

Bradley. It's Bradley. He's holding you tightly, shushing you, and you gulp deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your heart beat fast from what has happened, and because holy shit, Bradley Bradshaw is holding you.

You have to move away—your skin is on fucking fire. So much for ignoring him.

You push him, turning on your phone's torch. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I almost had a heart attack." You hit him with the shirt you're still holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was here to do my laundry, but the lights went out." He leaves out the part where he watched you dance. "I heard your basket fall, and I wanted to help."

And suddenly, oxygen is no longer making its way to your lungs, and your whole body is tense. Bradley is right here, in front of you, staring at you with his hands on his hips. And he also knows how you really feel about him. He has to go now.

"You, uh, you can go do your thing," you stutter, pushing your hair out of your face, your eyes never finding his. "I'll finish this on my own."

"No." It's nothing but a statement. "I'm not leaving you all alone down here."

Your heart warms, and the corner of your mouth lifts oh-so-slightly.

"Aren't you doing your laundry?"

"Fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." You get back to picking your clothes out of the bin.

The silence between you lies somewhere between tense and comfortable. You feel at ease with Rooster here, knowing that no harm will come to you before him, but you can't help but feel awkward since he knows about your feelings now. The lights turn back on, and you have to make your blush disappear before he notices.

You ignore how your stomach turns—butterflies and anxiety—and close the washing machine bin's door when you finish. Well, you at least try to. The door won't latch, making you look like an idiot pushing the washing machine for no reason.

"Here, let me help." Oh my fucking God.

Rooster is hovering above you now, his hand replacing yours. He pushes the machine's door hard, and you hear the satisfying click.

You can feel his breath down your shoulder, but you try not to tense. Your head spins to him involuntarily, and your eyes meet his. Your eyes fall from his eyes to his lips, and he does the same. Oh my God. Does he want to kiss you?

Your question is answered three long seconds later by him crushing his soft lips onto yours. It's like how all those novels and poets describe it. Instant fireworks. Your body tingles, and your heart pounds so hard that you think it'll rip off your chest. His hand encircles your waist, and you tighten your hold around a random shirt.

He's doing this out of pity. And just like that, the dream you've had for God knows how long is shattered by your own thoughts. You have to pull away.

"W-We can't do this, Rooster."

Your eyes meet his as you touch your lips. They're tingling, scratch that, your whole body feels like it's been electrocuted. He looks hurt and confused as he pants a few feet away from you.

"Why?" It sounds so sad.

"B-Because you don't like me, Rooster. I know you hate me, but I don't want something I've dreamed of for so long to get destroyed because of your silly antics." You sound even sadder.

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not a thought, Bradshaw. I know it. I've seen it with my own eyes." Tears have gathered in your eyes. Fuck, those mood swings.

Bradley exhales deeply. "I don't hate you, Swift. Never in my life have I felt what I feel when I'm around you. I feel all hot and tingly when you walk past me. My cheeks burn like a kid when your comments involve my love life, because deep down, I want you to be the protagonist of my fantasies, not some random girl I met at the Hard Deck.

Your jokes and your talent, your wit and your beauty—I love them. Your charm and ability to persuade everyone into doing chores for you are my favourite. I love listening to you talk, sarcastically or not, because you always have something to say.

Do you know how many times I've eavesdropped on you and Phoenix so I could learn more about you? I know about your hatred for Fast and Furious movies, your obvious Taylor Swift adoration, and the one time you got hammered and thought you were talking to her.

I love knowing all those details about you, and it's not because I can use them against you. They're what make you...well, you! You're nothing like the girls I've met in my life. You're extraordinary, and I..."

He hesitates.

"Is this...Did Natasha put you up to this? I swear I don't want your pity and fake love confessions, Bradley. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me—"

"But I am! I am madly in love with you. The kind of love that is so dangerous and—and so crushing. I want to be with you every second of the day, annoy you, and make you smile. It's all I've ever wanted for years now."

Your eyes are wide and glossy, eyebrows raised in shock and confusion, and so many emotions.

"I love you, Swift," he confirms.

"Prove it." Your words are merely a whisper.

Despite the hard rain and thundering outside, your voice is the only melody in Bradley's ears. And he doesn't hesitate. He crushes his lips against yours again, this time with hunger, passion, frustration and love. You kiss back with just as much force, but before you know it, you're pulling back, gasping for breath.

Bradley's hands are cupping your cheeks, and his forehead is touching yours. Your breaths mingle as you stare up at him. Your fingers grip his shirt tightly.

"Is that enough proof for you?" He whispers.

You lightly shrug. "I still haven't forgiven you for almost calling me a slut." That's a lie—you have. You forgave him as soon as your head hit the pillow yesterday. He didn't mean it.

He sighs a long, sad sigh. "Please, let me make it up to you. I was a—a jerk. A complete and utter idiot. I don't deserve your love, but please, I need it. Give me a chance to prove how much I love you." Your heart clenches, and a smile tugs at your lips.

"You can make it up to me as long as you want, Bradley Bradshaw."

He smiles back, and you think; this is it. This is heaven on earth. Bradley Bradshaw—the man you've longed for so long—smiling at you with nothing but adoration. You're heart feels light and free.

You don't want the moment to end.

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bl00dw1tch · 4 months

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Watching someone play afop and im so. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. It's literally just a fucking showcase of all the Exact type of shit that has been happening to indigenous people and people of color have been dealing with for Centuries at the hands of white supremacy and imperialism. Like its literally just Showing all that Shit from the perspective of a Na'vi in universe. So it "demonizes" the RDA accordingly. And uet so many fucking reviewers are joshing on it and calling it Boring and Slow and Uninspired and that it makes human's 'cartoonishly evil' LIKE YOU PEOPLE HAVENT LOOKED AT A SINGLE FUCKING CURRENT EVENT IN YOUR LIVES. Oh my god im so mad at all these fucking reviewers now. The fucking AUDACITY to look at something this fucking Honest about the cruelty humans are capable of, while living during the fucking day and age with all this Knowledge we have at our fingertips -- the fucking audacity to look at this game and what the character goes through and not being able to muster up ANY other fucking emotion besides "ubisoft never was great at story anyway so idc lol" fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. Like actually. You can't even fucking ATTEMPT to connect to this story emotionally? Not even a fucking Smidge? Jesus fucking christ people need everything to be spoon fed to them these days. God forbid a piece of media actually ask you to meet it in the middle for once.

#horse.txt #vent //#im mad lol. the farther i get into the story the more mad i get #oh oh the humans putting the Na'vi in cages is a bit extreme? a bit unrealistic??#what the fuck has been going on US borders for the past two decades then.#oh oh the pollution of the land and the water to hurt resistance efforts and native populations is so cartoonishly evil!!#HUMANS WOULD NEEEEVER DO SOMETHING SO DIABOLICAL 😱😱😱#get fucking real. i am so tired of people looking down on Avatar when it's one of the first pieces of mainstream media that ive Ever seen #cover these topics in a fictional lense with So candidly. and nobody wants to fucking take it seriously because it makes them Uncomfortable #to see humans be the fucking badguys #iTS NOT EVEN ABOUT /ALL/ HUMANS THE REAL VILLIAN IS THE FUCKING RDA! ITS CAPITALISM!!!!!#THATS THE FUCKING POINT!!! but noooo people are so fucking sensitive they cant see it as anything but 'misanthropic'#like all of the humans in the resistance arent RIGHT FUCKING THERE for one. and for two ACKNOWLEDGING HUMANITIES FLAWS ISNT MISANTHROPIC #humans have flaws!!! we are capable of great cruelty just as much as we are great kindness!!!#if simply acknowledging and exploring that fact in stories is 'misanthropic' and depresses you then thats on YOU.#grow some thicker skin or something dude idk lol

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brandnewhuman · 1 year

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I know you aren't accepting requests -

and this isn't really a request -

I just want to know - how many kids would Michael Myers want 🧍🏻‍♀️

If I may ask-

I- okay let's think about it

Im firm believer that Michael doesn't wants kids, never has and never will. I have joked about how he doesn't like them but if i really think about it, does he really?

I can see one of the reasons he doesn't wants kids is bc he doesn't want something from him around. He knows how his family is not well-liked and (if we follow the thorn curse 🤢) we know what destiny his family is bound to follow since he has gone to great lenghts to keep the myers dead.

If wee gooo instead with my much better and much cool theory, have you seen how his family has always been with him? I think he would be afraid that somehow he fucks up and his kid grows up hating him like the rest of his family.

Idc what anyone says he was mad af his niece and his niece's daughter doesn't like him. He mourns his normal life in some sense, at some degree he knows that it has been his fault as much it has been others and it drives him really nuts sometimes.

I don't think michael would straight up leave his s/o bc of it but it would take a lot of time for him to get used to it, not even mention actually get closer to the kid. He knows what happens when you grow up surrounded by the wrong people and as much as you say he's not bad he knows he's quite literally a monster bc of the things he does so he will overthink how him being around will affect the kid. He hopes they gets everything from his s/o

Won't be able to cope with more than one child bro, more than one it's a fucking army against him and he's not doing that today. Eventually he will become a coolish dad and even if he's still a little bit stiff about the whole parenthood thing he does tries to connect with the child.

He may not be like super fatherly but he is nice with them and spends time together so that's what matters in the end. Keeping in mind the life he had and how he has been "raised" its not surprise he doesn't know much about being a father. BUT HE TRIES FOR YOU AND TAKES IT LIKE A CHAMP

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hauntedpearl · 1 year

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huge fan of the concept where lovers are separated but it's this intense bittersweet moment between them when they are, where they promise each other that they'll find each other, no matter what.

anyway. putting my destiel goggles on and making the world a better place: in the scenario where chuck didn't destroy all the other worlds (which is like. ig it's kind of canon now?), what if the empty realizes that it can't keep cas bc meddling meddlers will meddle, so instead takes a leaf out of Cas' own book and keeps shuttling him inbetween worlds like they are biggerson's and he is the angel tablet ykwim?

he can't stay in any universe for too long but every time he gets dropped in one, he tries to go find dean because he doesn't know what else to do. every version of dean he sees gives him new diseases because they're just like his dean but also not. he also keeps getting dropped in different time periods too so once he'll be with a dean who never managed to save his brother in, say, S2 and he's this broken, ruthless hunter kind of like endverse dean but so much more worse, and then immediately after it's like. 11 year old dean who lives with. idk. Kate Milligan bc John actually did not go insane with grief and remarried and Dean has two younger brothers now and he's healthy and happy and normal. and every time he's trying to help them but he gets yanked out before he can do much. it's torture of the worst kind to him, but he endures it bc he's crazy and also this just means he gets to have dean in some shape right like he's still somehow connected to dean and not away from him forever and he'll convince himself that that's enough.

Multidimensional time travelling cardis notwithstanding, i do like the idea of Deanchester just chasing after Cas through the dimensions bc before he dies Jack tries to find Cas and can't do it and then after he dies he sees Jack and he's like where's Cas and jack is like i can't find him I'm so sorry and Dean's like wdym and Jack is like he's not in the empty idk and then Dean's like. what if. what if you had like a piece of his grace w you could you find him better then and Jack's like yeah obviously and Dean's like. WELL. I GOT SOME IM SURE. and Jack's like oh nooo dean that's DANGEROUS. and Dean's like idc do it. so they do it. and

and ooooo like omg

okay so once they do it it can be like dean gets zapped through the places Cas was just at bc like. it's like magnets yk. grace pieces trying to get back together.

anyway. he's basically going through Universes super quick at first and then he slows down as he gets closer to Cas and then starts seeing glimpses of him and like.. basically catches up to him somehow and Cas is like literally emotionally tortured at this point so he's just. SO RELIEVED. he almost doesn't believe that it's his dean and then jack manages to zone in on Cas and brings him back to heaven and then Cas has Problems for a while but they eventually talk about it and figure it out and live happily ever after the end.

oh! PS: ik this would be heaven endgame but like nothing about Supernatural is real so we can just pretend that Jack sends them back to earth and everything is good okay thanks bye

#i need my brain to do more headcanons but i wasnt compelled by the prequel:(#and no time for a rewatch ;((#but here have one (1) destiel crazy au #if it doesn't make a lot of sense it's because i came up w it as i was making the post and i gotta hurry back to work #have a nice one okay bye #doe is talking again #spn headcanons #destiel #MULTIDIMENSIONAL TIME TRAVEL ?? only acceptable to me if its anout love (destiel)

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swordmaid · 1 year

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tell me about your post war au!!!!

ok so basically it’s post the long night or whatever the equivalent is in ice and fire. dany probably ended it but all the political background stuff is kinda irrelevant. this is about jb being stupid for each other! anyway.

jb were together at the start of the war but gets separated because brienne chose to stay to fight in the north claiming that her quest is half done (since yes, the stark girls were back home but winterfell isn’t safe yet and she promised that she’ll take them back home safe she read the fine print) while jaime needs to go back to the west to defend the people there bc he got military prowess and his men follow him. jaime wanted her to go with him but brienne refused, but she was kind of like you don’t need to worry about me I’ll be fine here (: but then jaime gets annoyed bc a) he doesn’t want to be parted from her b) he doesn’t want her to keep sacrificing herself to be a service to someone but she’s not getting that and he’s like fine then go die for the starks if u want to so badly idc!! 🙄🙄 then he left frustrated. just imagine their argument has more substance than that lmfaooo

so jb left in a bad note. brienne fights in the north, convinces herself that she’s fine with it and he doesn’t get it but she realises that she misses him and she feels kind of lonely even though she’s surrounded by people she knows. brienne enjoyed those days where they saw eye to eye and he understood her without needing to say what she wanted. she missed that kind of connection but now that he’s gone and there’s a war she wonders if she’ll ever get to feel that again.

but the war ends, her quest is finished, brienne travels down the south to return oathkeeper.

hyle and pod tags along because they’re her +1 at this point and hyle claims he wants to go find a nice southern lord to employ himself to bc he’s tired of the cold. when they arrive at lannisport, everyone is celebrating even though the streets are still ravaged from the war. people are saying that theres going to be a tourney in a weeks time, and the lord lannister will announce his engagement then. brienne’s like 🧍‍♀️, never considered the fact that jaime could get married but she should’ve known bc everyone is making alliances left and right and she had forgotten that despite everything he was still a lannister bc he’s always been jaime to her. now she’s nervous and she doesn’t want to see him. but she’s here, with her purpose and her sword that she doesn’t really want to let go of but she should bc it wasn’t hers (just borrowed) so she goes.

jb reunion!!!! jaime is looking tired and grey and there’s a new scar across his lips but when they see each other they’re like oh!!! and they’ve spent so long in the darkness so to see him under the sun looking radiant and golden despite the greys on his temples she’s like 🧍‍♀️!! brienne has forgotten how beautiful he was. jaime is all polite to her and he smiles so kindly, and he has a really nice wrinkle on his cheek that brienne keeps noticing and he calls her lady brienne instead of wench which gets her more nervous because she’s not used to handling a jaime that’s like this.

brienne says she’s come to return the sword and he goes quiet. oh? she doesn’t need it anymore because the quest is finished. it was his, given by his lord father, so it’s only right for him to have it back. jaime goes quiet, frowns. brienne gets more nervous and goes like it served her really well but but she has no reason to hold onto it anymore. ☺️ jaime’s like … no reason? brienne: ya i mean im done jaime: and u only came here to give this back? wow ok 😐😐 brienne: ??? jaime: I’ll take it then!! 🙄🙄 if u want me to so badly!! 🙄🙄 then be off with u clearly u have better places to be since this was just an errand for u!! 🙄🙄 like im not worth ur time or whatever. brienne: ???? Bruh

but basically jaime gets annoyed at her for visiting him but acting as if it was an errand and NOT to see him. like they were friends maybe and you’d think she was more happier to see that he survived the war but then when she’s there she immediately wanted to get rid of the sword he gave her like HUH. as if HE didn’t spend the majority of the war cursing and praying for her to be fine. as if he wasn’t cursing his own foolishness for leaving her behind only to realise his feelings for her when she’s gone, regretting the time they have lost. jaime stewing on those feelings the whole time and leading up to when she opened the door to his solar, only to feel like a fool when she gave him so little regard.

and then brienne gets annoyed at him for getting annoyed at HER, and she’s salty and tired from all that travelling and from jaime acting all gentle at first then sniping at her next and she’s like fine ok BYE I guess. and she feels like a fool expecting to be welcomed with open arms!! and she wants to go and be out of this place but hyle and pod don’t want to leave bc they’re tired too and everyone is celebrating and they want to have fun!! and brienne is like fine whatever do what u want! she’ll sulk all by herself. (ALSO. Jaime learns that brienne is still travelling with hyle so he’s more like 😐😐😐🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

brienne gets told by some servants that rooms are prepared for them by the lord lannister and surprise there’s also outfits for her too befitting her noble status and they fit her taste. simple and practical, def not jaime’s aesthetic. jb spends the time avoiding each other but brienne gets little gifts from the servants like her fave meals being sent to her or her armor polished or like that particular fruit she was craving but if she asks if they’re from jaime they’re like. Um. no. 😳. there’s also more bits in the middle basically jaime is lowkey courting her and showering her with presents but NOT admitting it and brienne is confused by the pile of gifts stacking at her door. soz I haven’t dreamt about this part yet so it’s a bit empty lmfao. in jaime pov after his little tantrum he realises he’s being stupid like why is he sniping at her when she’s alive and safe!! like wtf bro. so now he doesn’t want to lose his chance. he’s had enough of pining, he wants her he’s going to get her!! and if she doesn’t feel the same that’s fine but what’s important is that he still acted on his feelings. so now he’s trying to court her but she’s not getting it and he’s getting embarrassed lowkey humiliated that he’s failing like he doesn’t remember wooing someone was THIS hard but he still tries anyway

she spends time catching up with familiar faces and her and pia have a lil girls night out!!! pia tells her what happened in their side of the war and most importantly, confirms that there is an engagement by the end of the week. now brienne REALLY wants to leave. it hurt her to watch renly get married to margy, she doesn’t know if she could stomach jaime get married to someone else. and brienne wants to leave but she can’t stomach leaving bc she missed/misses him and if she has to suffer through his snipes and sarcasm she will she’s used to it and that’s better than not having him at all but she also can’t stomach of him being with someone else. brienne feels like she’s having the worst tummy ache known to man by how nervous she’s feeling throughout this au someone save my girl

in the end jaime catches her leaving at the final day of the tourney. there’s sunshowers btw to set the ~ mood ~. jaime is holding oathkeeper bc brienne left it at his room before leaving, and when he caught up with her she’s so very sad and despairing. brienne admits that she has to go bc she doesn’t want to see him betrothed to someone else and he’s like well!!! if you want something you just ask brienne! you have to tell me what you want!! and brienne is like 😭 I don’t want to leave you but I also don’t want to see someone else with you. IN MY HEAD this was more dramatic btw like just imagine that!! and they’re upset and frustrated and wet from the rain and shes kind of crying bc I loooove concepts where jb has the declaration of love but they’re SO upset by it like the thought of letting their feelings be acknowledged gives them the hives. anyway jaime is like don’t send me away then. Don’t return what I gave you and leave me. If you want me to stay, you must stay too. I walked away from you once. Don’t do the same mistake that I’ve done bc it rlly fucking hurts 😔😔😔 and then more stuff THEN kiss scene. But the important plot point IS —actually the reason why this au exists—is that brienne takes oathkeeper from jaime and uses it to propose to him!!! giving him oathkeeper bc in the weddings the cloaks are used as a symbol of protection but oathkeeper has protected her in the war so it’s only right that she gives it to protect him. but that’s it tbh the whole au is basically for that proposal idea in the end I love the idea that it’s going to be her asking, not him, she deserves to take that plunge and he’ll cheer her on 🤭🥳

also, the tourney proposal was never for him but for tyrion. i just imagine jaime was in the rock to sort out some things but after the tourney, he’ll give the rock to tyrion then head out to look for brienne and ask her to marry him but surprise she went to him first 🤭

#this is so LONG. sorry!!!! but it’s SO.#jb being fools is something so important to me actually!!!#but I dreamt abt this au … pulled me back to the jb pit again …#long post.

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