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fiftytwotwentythree · 5 months

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Wellness Wednesday:

Looking to Finish Strong

I, for the most part, completed my main objectives and goals for the year - but by some strange test of fate I could slip up.

So...

For the next 4ish weeks (26 Days - 4 more posts) my plan is to be easy going, but mindful of diet and exercise routine. With widely surpassing my objectives I could tank/skip my workouts or diet and still come out on top of my goals, but I would like to end on the highest note possible - I would like my last weight to be the lowest I've ever weighed AND I would like to be able to say 100% confidence that I went a whole year without a chip, slice of pizza, or an ice cream cone - let alone a single order of take out.

As well - I would be excited to see my final stats on my exercises. To my current knowledge I think I have only missed 3 or 4 workouts - that's 3 or 4 days out of the last 340 days. I'd like to keep that stat below 5 for the remainder of the year if I could... again... for gloating purposes (don't worry... I have no friends so this sentiment probably won't leave the sanctuary of this post - gloating averted).

49th CHECK-IN:

Current Goals:

Lose 52 lbs Completed

Loss 52 lbs as of 4/12/2023

Milestone: Loss 100 lbs as of 11/01/2023

New Goal: Maintain or Continue on The Weight Loss Path

Avoid "Junk Food"

Minimize Take-Out / Fast Food Consumption

Short Term:

Vegetarian-ish Diet: Completed

End Date: 4/09/2023 - 46 Days Total

Groundhog's Day Diet: Completed*

10/01/2023 - 10/31/2023

Stats from November:

Food:

Bags of Popcorn: 38

Cans of Soup: 12

Leftover Meals: 8

Salads: 4

Oranges: 0

Take Out: 0

Candy/Sweets: 0

Workout:

Jumping Jacks: 18,400

Push-Ups: 4,600

Glute Bridges: 4,600

Reverse Leg Lifts: 4,600

Leg Kickbacks: 4,600

Sit-Ups: 4,600

Leg Lifts: 280

Plank (mins): 370

6 Inches (mins): 140

Squats: 0

Assisted Push-Ups: 0

Weight Loss:

Weightloss This Month: -1.4 lbs

Average Weightloss per Week: -0.35 lbs

Total Weightloss: -101.4 lbs

Entertainment:

Movies Watched: 11

Favorite from the Month:

Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain

Hours of Television Watched: ~ 12.5 hours ( Selena + Chef, Modern Family, The Leftovers, Ink Master, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver)

Books:

Books Completed This Month: 2

Book Title(s) Completed This Month:

Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Consider This: Moments in My Writing Life After Which Everything Changed by Chuck Palahniuk

Book Total for the Year: 4

Comics:

Comics Completed: 3

Trades Completed: 18

Comic/Trade Titles Completed:

Venom by Donnie Cates Vol. 1: Rex (Venom (2018-2021))

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Adventures Vol. 1

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol. 6: Who Runs The World? Squirrels (The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (2015-2019))

House of M

Lumberjanes Vol. 3

King Deadpool Vol. 2 (Deadpool (2019-2021))

Chew Vol. 5: Major League Chew

Giant Days Vol. 1

Spider-Man/Deadpool Vol. 2 Side Pieces (Spider-Man/Deadpool (2016-2019))

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The IDW Collection Vol. 5

Batman (2016-) Vol. 2: I Am Suicide

She-Hulk by Rainbow Rowell Vol. 1: Jen, Again (She-Hulk (2022-2023))

Scott Pilgrim Vol. 1 (of 6): Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life - Color Edition

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Last Ronin - The Lost Years #2 (of 5)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Last Ronin - The Lost Years #3 (of 5)

James Bond (2015-2016) Vol. 1: VARGR

Funny Creek (comiXology Originals)

Darkwing Duck #1

X-Men '92 Vol. 1: The World Is A Vampire (X-Men '92 (2016))

Richard Stark's Parker Vol. 1: The Hunter

Bone Vol. 1 Out Frime Bonneville

Favorite Comic/Trade Read:

Richard Stark's Parker Vol. 1: The Hunter

Magazine(s):

Magazine(s) Completed: 0

Meal Tracker:

THURSDAY

Lunch:

Turkey & Pepperjack on Wheat Toast

Starkist Smart Bowls Barley & Beans with Tuna: Tomato Basil

Snack:

Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

Serving of Kirkland's Signature Roasted Garlic and Herb Seasoned Almonds

(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Vanilla Flavored Cashews Glazed Mix

(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Flavored Pistachios Glazed Mix

Supper:

Small Plate of Rana's Gnocchi

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

- Classico Roasted Red Pepper Alfredo Sauce

FRIDAY

Lunch:

Turkey & Pepperjack on Wheat Toast

Starkist Smart Bowls Quinoa & Beans with Tuna: Latin Citrus

Wild Planet's Wild Tuna, Bean, & Corn Salad

Snack:

Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

Serving of Kirkland's Signature Roasted Garlic and Herb Seasoned Almonds

(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Vanilla Flavored Cashews Glazed Mix

(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Flavored Pistachios Glazed Mix

Bag of Orville Redenbacher Ultimate Butter Popcorn

(2) Bowls of Wonderful's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

(3) Small Oranges

Supper:

Can of Progresso Italian Sausage and Potato Soup

- 10 Crackers

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

SATURDAY

Lunch:

Meat, Cheese, and Crackers

- (12) Slices of Summer Sausage

- (12) Ritz Crackers

- (3) Pieces of Pepperjack Cheese

- (3) Pieces of Monterey Jack Cheese

- (3) Pieces of Mild Cheddar Cheese

- (3) Pieces of Marble Jack Cheese

- Hot Mustard

Snack:

(2) Small Oranges

Supper:

Large Plate of Fettuccine Alfredo

- Classico Roasted Red Pepper Alfredo Sauce

- (6) Diced Sausage Links

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

SUNDAY

Lunch:

Birds Eye Garlic Sesame Veggie Stir Fry

- Bag of Yakitori Chicken with Japanese Style Fried Rice

- Planters Peanuts

Snack:

Meat, Cheese, and Crackers

- (12) Slices of Summer Sausage

- (12) Ritz Crackers

- (3) Slices of Pepperjack Cheese

- (3) Slices of Monterey Jack Cheese

- (3) Slices of Marble Jack Cheese

- (3) Slices of Mild Cheddar Cheese

Supper:

Can of Progresso Broccoli Cheese Soup

- 10 Crackers

MONDAY

Lunch:

Turkey & Pepperjack on Wheat Toast

Cup of Del Monte Diced Pears

Snack:

Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

(4) Slices of Cheese

(5) Slices of Summer Sausage

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Supper:

Can of Progresso Rigati Pasta and Meatballs Soup

- 10 Crackers

(1) Slice of Buttered Bread

TUESDAY

Lunch:

Turkey & Pepperjack on Wheat Toast

Cup of Del Monte Diced Pears

Snack:

Serving of Good &Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Supper:

Can of Progresso Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup

- 10 Crackers

WEDNESDAY

Lunch:

Turkey & Pepperjack on Wheat Toast

(4) Slices of Assorted Charcuterie Cheese

(1) Bowl of Wonderful's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

(1) Small Orange

Snack:

Serving of Kirkland's Signature Roasted Garlic and Herb Seasoned Almonds

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

(1) Small Orange

Supper:

Birds Eye Teriyaki Veggie Stir Fry

- Annie Chun's Sticky White Rice

- Individual Bag of Planters Peanuts

Workouts:

THURSDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

FRIDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(10) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(10) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

SATURDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

SUNDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

MONDAY

* Morning Workout *

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

* Evening Workout *

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

TUESDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

WEDNESDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges[4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

WEIGHT TRACKER:

Starting Weight (Noon, 1/01/2023): XXX.X lbs

Weight at Last Check-In, 11/29/2023: -0.4lbs

Weight As of Noon, 12/06/2023: -1.4 lbs

Total Weight Loss: -102.8 lbs

Closing Thoughts:

The Good:

I decided to simply my workout - and I am still seeing the same/positive results with the simpler workout. That extra stuff I did in November was unnecessary.

The Bad:

It's that time of year where the air is dry and my sinuses and unobstructed breathing is collateral damage.

The Ugly:

My sleep schedule has been trash since my Thanksgiving Break/Vacation. Feel like a walking zombie. There times where I have passed out in the middle of the day.

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volumehypeplay · 1 year

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Favourite Movies of 2022

It's almost the end of the year; which means it's the perfect time for me to look back at the awesome things of 2022. Over the next few days I'll be compiling lists for my favorite movies, shows, games and music I had the pleasure to endulge in over the last 12 months, beginning with the motion-picture category. You could call it my oscars? (please dont) I took 45 new releases I had the opportunity to watch and simply chose those which stood out to me, those which I never stopped thinking about, those that have stayed imprinted on me.

So sit back, relax and take a look at my 7* favorite movies of the last year. ↓

The Batman

What a movie! If there was one must see movie for me, this entire year it was The Batman. Being a huge DC fan, I was always going to be looking forward to a new take on the caped crusader, but hearing Matt Reeves (the man behind the Planet of the Apes trilogy) was inspired by Se7en and Zodiac, it couldn't come soon enough. The Batman is unlike any previous incarnation before it. It's real. It's gritty. It's dark and brooding. Roberts Batman is angry, rough and emotional, something the movie's villain (portrayed briliantly by Paul Dano) uses to his advantage. My memory of this movie is it's tone. The red hue's running through every scene. That eerie, drum heavy score that never let's up. And THE batmobile; a character in on itself (a scene I wont forget anytime soon). I can't wait for what this team come up with next, but even if it fails to deliver I am thankful I got to experience this at the start of this year.

Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun: Maverick was always a movie I was going to see. The first trailer sold it to me immediately. Knowing the madman that is Tom Cruise would probably be doing all of this for real, was the icing on the cake. Having seen it though... this is cinema!

Unlike many other movies that really win me over with their story, Maverick was pure emotion for me. I only really remember 3 scenes but those 3 scenes made me feel things that shouldn't be allowed at a movie screening. Mach 10? 😨 Tom Cruise deciding to break the Mach 10 speed limit with a crazy futuristic jet. Pure adrenaline, with some of the most beautiful scenes of the entire movie. 2m 15s of ego 😲 An exquisite display of pure skill by Maverick. From the jet tickling the mountains on it's side, to Maverick pushing the jet past its boundaries while threading a bomb through the eye of a needle; I don't think I took one breath during the entire scene. OOF. Jet jiu-jitsu🤯 The best way to describe this scene is. Imagine if Tony Hawk knew how to fly a fighter jet and it was possible to do a 180° kick-flip using one. And then it happening. It's a must watch.

RRR*

RRR* is absolutely bucknutty. This 3+ hour extravaganza was probably the most confused I've been all year. A B-movie with the confidence and swagger of the best blockbusters of yesteryear. A movie that can't be described, only experienced. With that, I'll simply jot down some of the highlights one might expect when watching RRR* - Man fights tiger 🐯 - Man vs a 1000 person rebellion ⚔️ - A shoot-out with a one man on anothers shoulders while wielding guns 🔫 - Saving a child, while diving off a bridge with a flag 🇮🇳 - Walking underwater 🤿 - Animal fight club 🦁 🆚 🐯 🆚 👨 & I'm sure there are more that I can't remember. I know I'll be rewatching this regularly, but will you?

Bullet Train

They say immitation is the sincerest form of flattery and Bullet Train directed by David Leitch (of Deadpool 2 and Atomic Blonde) fame delivered a Guy Ritchie inspired, non-stop action thrillride. Bullet Train is entirely driven by its witty dialogue and awesomely convuluted story, fronted by a madcap cast of characters. Among the crop we have Lemon 🍋 and Tangerine 🍊 (brothers) that just happen to be assassins (crazy ones at that) with a love of Thomas the Tank Engine. The movie knows when to be funny and when to simply mesmerize you with an awesome set-piece. It's over 2.5 hours long but never feels like it, quotable for days and has Michael Shannon. What more could you want?

Nope

I cant remember much about Nope, but I do remember the unnerving feeling I had while watching it. Jordan Peele crafts a delightful story thats the right amount spectacular as it's creepy.

The way the narrative is presented as a mystery that was initially hidden in plain sight really worked for me; with the reveal of the alien being only the beginning. Yet it was Keke Palmer and Daniel Kaluyaa that really sold the film for me (playing brother and sister) and how their relationship and trust in one another evolved throughout the film. It was so cathartic seeing them succeed right at the end. From the allegories to the metaphors, Nope is a movie you need to watch and let simmer in your mind - only then will you know how you feel about it. For me it was well worth my time.

The Menu

I think Kitchen Nightmares might be masquarading as The Menu. The most recent film on this list, was one I knew little about and little did I know how much I would enjoy it. The premise is simple. Ralph Finnes plays a world renowned chef, who happens to invite a select few guests for his new tasting menu. From there the story unravels like an onion, with each layer taking us deeper and deeper into the sinister underbelly of this restaurant. Each character; from the start-up bros, to the down on his luck actor to even the staff members give us a peak behind the curtain and the maddening that ensues. The less you know the better but be ready for a mighty good time.

Decision to Leave

Like clockwork... there it is. As the year was coming to a close, no korean movie had really grabbed my attention in the last 12 months; but then came Decision to Leave. This movie, quite honestly had me confused. I watched it across 1 night in 2 parts, having to rant and rave to @the-loose-braies to try and compute what I was watching. The creative acrobatics Park Chan-wook had to do in this movie (with his cinematographer and editor) deserve a round of applause 👏. Every transition and every scene are delibrately constructed, with the director using reflections and camera trickery to constantly shift our perspectives through the two main characters, even changing the color grading based on mood (without any of this ever looking out of place). This is the first time since watching Mr. Robot where I actually became engrossed by the DIRECTION of a movie. PCW somehow managed to craft a movie, that essentially is a love story, but tac on some deliciously violent fight scenes, chases, clever comedy and poetic dialogue. It's the one movie this year if regularly thought about and that says a lot. If you havent watched it, give it a watch as its well worth it. *At this moment in time I'm yet to have seen Broker or Glass Onion so they might sneakily be added to the list at some point.

#the batman #top gun maverick #rrr fandom #bullet train #the menu #nope 2022 #decision to leave #cinema

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sweetbillwriting · 2 years

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The Stranger I Love

Part 6 - The misfit (Theo's perspective)

Characters: AU Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) from Deadpool 2 played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Warnings: 18+,cheating, mentions of weight and body image, mentions of death, violence, murder, toxic relationships, child abuse, neglect from society authorities, mental health problems.

Notes: Warning to sensitive readers! This chapter will contain heavy subjects. Now we also have a new perspective, Theo’s and the rest of the story will be from her perspective.

I had always liked the library. All the shelfs with so many books, so much knowledge. The small rooms in the space the shelfs created. The high roof that created some sort of feeling of freedom. It was my safe place. I could really be myself there. Maybe it said something about my personality or just that I had much to study. When you studied medicine you had that. I liked to use that as an excuse to why my life was boring, that I didn't have time with so much else. In reality I had just got stuck, stuck in my typical routine and felt anxious every time I would do something new. But it started to become really stale. That was when Axel showed up in my life. He was, for a long time a stranger, a stranger I watched. A stranger I started to love more or less. It sounds creepy but if it's mutual it becomes a totally other thing.

I saw Axel at the library for the first time in the beginning of September. You couldn't really miss him and he made everyone take another look at him. He was dressed in short black denim shorts with working boots and a black tank top with a rip on the chest. With his boots he wore high baseball socks with yellow stripes. As I said, everyone looked at him. I was used to people thinking I stood out at the university but it wasn't anything compared to him, with all the ink doodled all over his body. On top of that his face stood out just as much. When I looked at all of him he looked like a mix between a young Tommy Lee and the doll from The Boy. Not the man behind the doll but rather Axel looked like the doll. I think he scared some of the younger students with his look.

He started to come into the library every day and every time I took a fascinated look at him. He would unintentionally put on some sort of grungy punk fashion show everyday. One day he had an Adidas t-shirt with big bleach stains with cargo shorts, the next day he had a black net tank with tight ripped black jeans. Everyone looked at him. That tall tattooed doll. He didn't seem to care at all. Like he was used to it. It was during the beginning of October that he noticed me. Probably because I looked like a black hole compared to the other students. He sat down at the table next to me and smiled a little at me. It wasn't flirty, just a polite friendly smile you give to someone when you're in their space. I felt my cheeks glow but I smiled back and then looked back at my computer quickly. He wore a vintage Harley Davidson tee with green cargo shorts and his usual boots. It had become colder but he wore shorts anyway. Either he lived for the whole grunge style or he was just a bit odd. He didn't seem to have a jacket either. He was probably odd, still my heart beated hard in my chest, I could hear it in my ears. I felt stupid. I could never get a guy like him. Never. He was hot in a totally new league. The guys I had thought was hot before I saw him would disappear into the wall next to this guy.

I looked at him without him noticing. He looked confused and mostly just stared down at the laptop in front of him. I wanted to help but would never dare to ask. There was something about him that made me want to take care of him. He looked a bit lost and his eyes showed vulnerability. Maybe he wasn't as cool as I had thought earlier. Or he was that cool sensitive guy. The artsy type.

The more I saw of him I fantasized about him. First about just meeting him, be with him but after a while he became the face of my sexual fantasies. He was the one in my mind when I touched myself. This made it even weirder to see him and especially the times he was close and he smiled at me. In my imagination I more or less had a relationship with the guy.

I sat and really tried to study even if he sat in front of me, dressed in a budweiser tee with a big hole by the collar so it showed his naked shoulder. It was black with ink and I could see the head of some sort of bird through the hole. He stood up and walked away to the shelfs. He had just left all of his things behind. Of course I wouldn't let anyone take them but he couldn't know that. He came back but instead of walking back to his table he turned to me. I looked down at my book and tried to look busy. I had dreamt of talking to him for weeks but now when maybe it would happen I didn't even dare to look at him.

"Ehh, do you know where the shelf for design history is?" He asked with a smooth voice.

I looked up at him and got caught in the plumpness of his lips. Fuck.

"I think it must be in the art section?" I said with a small voice.

"And where is that?" He smiled embarrassed.

I couldn't just let him hang. I wanted contact with him, now I could have a chance. I just wanted to know a bit about him, not like I thought he would become my boyfriend. As I said, I wouldn't have a chance.

"I can show you, I should just…" I trailed off as I started to pack my things.

"I think you should do the same, it's in another part of the library."

He shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care.

"There have been thefts here." I continued.

"Really? I didn't think the students here did such things." He said and walked back to his spot at the table to collect his laptop. He carried it under his arm like it was a book.

I smiled a little and then started to walk to the art shelves. I noticed people looking at us, I was used to some stares but not like this.

"Design history," I pointed to a sign on a shelf.

"Aaah! Nice!" He said like I saved his life.

He smiled big. As I was turning around to walk back I felt a warm hand on my naked wrist.

"I didn't get your name?" I looked up at his face and swallowed hard. He said it so real and honest. Like a kid trying to get a friend.

"Theo…. What's yours?"

"Axel," he said and gave me a crooked smile. Could he have a more attractive name?

"It was really nice of you to help. You are here quite often right?" He said and put his Mac down on a table close by.

"Almost everyday. I like the library."

"I could almost see that. You look like a library girl," I smiled amused.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, warm and soft and like stable." It felt like a nice way to call me fat.

"Oh," I said and looked away with a hurt look. Of course he was an asshole. What did I believe? He saw me just as a fat library girl and he was the cool guy, going home to his equally cool thin girl friend.

"You are really beautiful, do you know that?" He suddenly said and all my negative feelings burned up and I looked into his soulful eyes.

"I don't mean that in a creepy way. Or in a… I don't know, you are just a gorgeous girl and I thought you should know."

His words warmed me like a summer day and I was forced to put my hands on my cheeks to hide my blush. Axel smiled a little.

"I'm also often here, so if you want to have a friendly coffee with me sometimes that would be awesome. I don't know anyone here."

I nodded and I probably smiled like an idiot.

"Absolutely."

"And we can listen to Chelsea Wolfe and you can tell me about that little tattoo you have in your neck," he said and I looked at him a bit confused. How did he know these details?

"I saw on your phone once that you listened to her." He smiled and stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

"Do you like her?"

"All the cool kids do," he said and wiggled with his brows. I laughed a little. He was so perfect. But even if he said I was gorgeous I could feel that he wasn't mine to look at. There was something that made my feelings towards him feel wrong. A girlfriend, I thought and my gut feeling said the same. But I was more than pleased to be his friend, or so I thought.

I noticed quickly that Axel was the impulsive type and even sort of a misfit. He didn't think about what others thought about him or cared what the rules were. It began when he started to sit with me in the library. He never asked if it was okay and he treated me like a friend at once. He was way too loud for being in a library and most often sat on top of the table. I saw library staff looking at him but Axel's appearance probably made them look the other way. One day he suddenly jumped one table and over the next to join me instead of going around. He did it smoothly and athletic like the tables were made for him to jump between. He smiled big at me when he jumped down from the table. He had made everyone look at him.

"Hey!" He said a bit breathless and continued to smile a big contagious smile. I looked at him and laughed while shaking my head.

"Emm… Axel, the tables aren't really made for jumping on," I said and he turned around and looked at them but also at the people sitting by the tables.

"Oh, I just took a shortcut," he shrugged his shoulders. "But I will remember that." He sat down next to me and gave me a hug with one arm, he smelled like wood oil and something musky.

"Are you happy today?" I asked and hugged him back.

"Yeah and I've realized I love this library. It's so cozy." He leaned back in the chair so much it looked like it would tip over.

I smiled, it was hard to not to, Axel looked like a happy child.

"Should I help you with that essay?” I asked and opened his MacBook for him. He nodded and looked at me up and down. His eyes stayed a bit too long at my neckline but I didn't react to it. He had wonder eyes but it felt like he did that with everyone. As I said, had l learned Axel had problems with his impulse control and watching girls' tits was probably one of them. I started to show him how to write an essay, helped him even start to write the introduction. He listened observantly and smiled at me every time I looked at him. The butterflies in my stomach were having a party but I tried not to think about it.

"Do you know a place to eat around here? One that serves vegan food? I eat the same sandwich every day from that truck by the fountain." He said when he had finished his introduction paragraph.

"Are you a vegan?" Suddenly he became even more attractive.

"Yeah," he just said and saved his document.

I closed my book.

"There is a vegan place by the hospital, I can show you?"

"You can eat with me," he said without asking. He didn't need to anyway. I loved being in Axel's messy, wild world.

I took him to the restaurant and we sat down by a table by the window. Axel had that net tank top but with a khaki patterned zip hoodie over it. People still looked at him even if I thought he looked more normal.

"I want to know more about you, spill," he said. I had become used to Axel saying what he thought.

"Ehh… You know I am studying to become a doctor and you know about my cats, Shadow and Dark." He nodded.

"But are you from here? I mean, you don't look like you are from here," he said with food in his mouth. I took his word as a complement.

"I am, but from outside of the town. I have lived like between here and the neighboring town. Close to nature."

"Really, I live in that area and my dad owns quite a lot of land and has sheeps. He said with big eyes.

"Cluney?" I said with furrowed brows.

"Yeah! My dad is Oscar Cluney!" He said excitedly. "But where do you live?"

"My parents live in the manor, Crane Duns Manor? I live in town now."

Axel smiled and dragged his hand over the stubble on his jaw.

"I used to steal apples from you. And once I also let your dogs out of the kennel…"

I just shook my head amused.

"I know, you are the Cluney boy after all," I said teasingly.

"So you heard about me too?"

"I am four years younger than you. I heard it all," I said first teasingly but then I remember all the other stuff about Axel.

"...But you didn't have it so easy…" I said carefully. Axel looked down at his empty plate and sighed.

"So you know about that too?"

"Probably not everything but I know that your dad was in prison for a few years…"

"Because he killed my mother's brother. You can say it… I have talked about it to my therapist…" He looked out the window and then looked at me.

"Do you want to go out to my fathers land and take a walk? It's really nice this time of year."

Of course I said yes. We took Axel's car out to his fathers and parked it in front of a barn. I jumped out and looked around. It was beautiful with the big fields, the orange and red trees and the sheeps that roamed around calmly. Axel stood next to me and I could feel his eyes on me.

"You are so pretty," he suddenly said and I looked up at him. I wanted to smile but it felt wrong.

"I don't think your girlfriend would like that you say those things to me."

We started to walk slowly.

"It's just the truth. I don't mean to come on to you or something." I could feel his eyes on me but I continued to look at the surroundings.

"Sometimes it's better to not tell the truth, you know. She would probably see it as a slight against her if she could hear you."

Axel was quiet.

"You're right. I have neglected her."

I didn't say anything, just waited for him to continue.

"But we fight so much and I can't even go out for a walk without her condescending looks… I can't really talk to her. Not the way I can talk to you or… even some of her family."

I nodded a little.

"I won’t tell you to talk to her because you have obviously tried but maybe you should think about what you want with your relationship? It isn't fair to either of you to be in some sort of limbo." I said and took his hand carefully in mine, just as comfort, I was surprised when he just continued to hold it.

"My dad isn't a bad man, you know that right?" He said and hugged my hand in his.

"I know, he has always been really nice to me and my brothers."

He nodded.

"Younger brothers?"

"A lot younger, 9 and 12. And they’ve started to become just as awful as you were." I joked.

Axel smiled amused but then looked at the gray sky and became quiet for a while.

"...my uncle liked to slap me around. He moved in with us after my mom's death, said he was there to help but in reality he was homeless. He was always angry at me, I guess I have some diagnosis and I was a troublesome kid. So when I was like eleven I think, he started to beat me up. One time he grabbed my hair so hard he actually pulled off a big chunk. I was forced to shave it all off because it looked insane." He said the last part with humor but it was obviously a defense. I looked at his profile and could almost see that young boy in his face while he told me. My heart beated hard out of anger and sadness. It also beated hard because I obviously loved the man walking next to me. Axel was hard to not love.

"Dad was so angry but he didn't dare to do anything because when he did my uncle called social service and said it was my dad that beat me up. And those fucking idiots belived him instead of my father. They didn't even talk to me. They took me away for a few months to some kind of home for troubled kids but then they let me go back. As soon as I was home my uncle started to beat me again. He beat me up so hard one night that he broke several of my ribs, my face looked like a purple balloon. It was then my father killed him."

The tears streamed down Axel's cheeks but he just continued to talk. When he took a break I pulled him down in a hug. He cried and cried and I joined him. Right then and there I hadn’t known how few people Axel had told his story to but in the future I would feel honored that he told me.

We were standing at a weird angle so we laid down on the field even though it was a bit damp and he snuggled into my chest. I would never have let anyone else do so but just as when I saw for the first time, I just wanted to take care of him. He took a deep breath and snuggled my tits a bit more.

"He broke his skull against the pavement while they fought. When the police came they finally listened to us, about my uncle's abuse. Hello, they could see my face. My dad was convicted to four years in prison for causing another's death. And for me it was back to that home."

"I would have killed him too, your uncle I mean," I said with tears in my throat. "I would have crushed that skull in a thousand pieces."

Even if Axel cried I could feel him smile against my chest.

"I'm so glad you are my friend." He whispered and then he kissed the top of my breast. I put a finger against his lips.

"I'm happy we are friends too but friends don't do that, okay? I really love… our friendship but you can't do that when you have a girlfriend." He looked up at me and nodded, he looked guilty but then laid down on my chest again.

On the way back to town, we sat quiet in the car. So much had been said, so much had been done. It felt like we had done something really bad and maybe it was. Has Axel cheated? And what did he see in me to do such a thing? I looked at his tattooed hands on the steering wheel, big and strong. I watched his face. Beautiful but sad. I knew I loved him even if we hadn't known each other very long. I had loved having him against my chest, even the kiss. I thought about those plump lips around my nipple and was surprised by my own thoughts. I wanted him so close against my chest like a baby. He has had such a tough life and I wanted to be just that stable person he could lean against.

"I'm so fucking hungry. Do you know any good pizza places?"

"There is one close to McDonalds. They have many different vegan pizzas."

I said and blushed about what I had fantasized about.

"I know I don't need to say this but I want to say it anyway. What I told you stay between us two, right?" He said and gave me a short look.

"Of course Axe, of course."

"My girlfriend doesn't know about it yet."

I watched him with furrowed brows. Had he told me instead of his girlfriend?

"Maybe… you should tell her?" I said carefully.

"I know. I know. It's just… I can't even form the words in my head when I'm with her. And I'm afraid she will judge my dad."

"Does she know your dad?"

"Yeah, we live so close." He parked the car outside of the pizza place but we stayed in the car.

"Then she probably will understand. Don't you think so?"

Axel turned his eyes to me now when he didn't need to watch the road. His eyes were a bit red from all the crying.

"No. She can be really judgemental. I know it is because she isn't as used to "the hard life" but it can be really frustrating when she is so stuck in her ways. She doesn’t like that I am studying. Or that I have started running, she sees that and feels like I am changing so much. I am still the same, I just like doing other things."

I wondered why he was with her. I wondered why he didn't dump her and come and suck my tits for real but I was quiet. I guess there was something that made him stay.

"It's probably just hard for her to see that you do things while she is left behind. It can be really provoking seeing someone dare to try something new."

Axel smiled a little.

"What?" I asked and smiled confused.

"You just say such wise things. And really try to understand her." He said and smiled a bit bigger. I smiled back.

"So, pizza?" I asked.

"Pizza!" He said with a weird cartoonish voice and I laughed.

We stood and looked at the menus, I wanted something with sundried tomatoes, I loved that. I looked at Axel who stood with furrowed brows, looking at the menu.

"What do you want?"

He squinted his eyes and walked a bit closer.

I laughed a little.

"Can't you see?"

"No, it's the same thing at the lectures. They write everything so fucking small." He said and walked even closer. The staff watched amused.

"Axel, I can read for you."

"Yeah, yeah." He said and walked back to me.

"But tomorrow you should make an appointment with the optician." He nodded a little absent minded.

"What's that?"

"An optician? They help you get glasses. You need it." I smiled at his hard thinking face.

"Glasses?"

"You are nearsighted, that's why you get closer to things to see."

Axel nodded again.

"Okay, but can you help me with that?" I laughed and walked closer to him.

He was so lovable I just wanted to eat his face.

"Of course."

I wanted to call him baby but I knew I couldn't. Friends didn't do that.

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #axel cluney #zeitgeist #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #bill skarsgard fiction #writing #fanfiction #story

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spideywhites · 1 year

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If oc count- then natsu, if not wade Wilson (deadpool) or Logan ( wolverine)

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS:

UZUMAKI NATSUME.

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi

Gender Headcanon: male

A Ship I Have With Said Character: I see what you’re trying to do… unfortunately it’s still a secret!

A BROTP I Have With Said Character: Natsume/Shisui, Natsume/Hinata

A NOTP I Have With Said Character: uh. Uhhhh. Hm. Natsu/Unhappy Endings

A Random Headcanon: He likes sitting in trees, cinnamon cookies, reading books in sunny spaces, and mint tea. He has a habit of always arranging his shoes at the door and gets frustrated when Naruto isn’t orderly with his own.

General Opinion Over Said Character: he is my son, so i love him dearly and must also torture him emotionally for character growth and story-telling purposes.

LOGAN / WOLVERINE.

Sexuality HC: bi or pan, but does lean towards women

Gender HC: male

A Ship I Have With Said Character: Peter/Logan, to no one’s surprise. Please just read New Avengers I love them. Or the ASM birthday one shot ;-;

A BROTP I Have With Said Character: Logan & Kurt!!! Literally the best duo ever in any capacity!! Also Logan & Ororo, who are both an excellent friendship and ship.

A NOTP I Have With Said Character: Uhhh, honestly I never cared for Scott/Logan, which is a controversial opinion since the ship is wildly popular. I feel like I tried, but it was me trying to force it. So then I just came to feel more adverse feelings towards it…oops.

A Random Headcanon: He buys all his tank tops in multi-packs for the discount.

General Opinion Over Said Character: Honestly? I adore him. I don’t know as much about him in comparison to Peter, but it was Wolverine that got me into superheroes to begin with. He was easily my favorite when all I knew was the early 2000’s X-Men movies, and I would obsessively talk about him for days. He deserves to be happy just a little 😫

#lunarsilverfox #ans.#i give u… TWO

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monkeyapemagic · 6 months

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Plump-Ken Patch

Woke up 7am, went to McDonald’s then the church at 8:30am then signed my services hours paper so my school can leave me the fuck alone! So we started passing a bunch of pumpkins down then I was asked to go inside the truck, IM SWEATING HARD NIGGA to the point I have to expose my tank top cause the over shirt was too hot. The amount work We did in an hour or Two was actually incredibly

ONE THOUSAND PUMPKINS BY 10AM that’s a fucking lot and my arms hurt….went inside have some pizza and even after doing all that I couldn’t even get a free pumpkin…..Assholes. Anyways I went to good will after and found a Deadpool jersey then went home and fucking napped hard after watching a boosie video. Aha

14.10.23 11:48pm

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goffiks · 2 years

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my fuzzy deadpool pyjama bottoms and bright blue disney world rainbow tank top swag

#if i had to leave the house like this i would shrivel up and die #husk #i would husk

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occasionally-relatable · 3 years

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Is it my turn to be hot yet?

#yes #in my deadpool tank top #and shark socks #and grey joggers #i am a dork #and #?#im still hot #ish #lesbian #wlw #butch #butch lesbian #gay #i'm so gay #girls who like girls #girls who love girls #women who love women #butch positivity

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asterkurayami · 3 years

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#deadpool #tank top #marvel #unicorn #20210716 #there wasn't my size though only 2 3xls left

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theplaceicommitmysins · 2 years

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18+ Holding Together - F!Reader X Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Shoutout to @fuwushiguro for inspiring a truly torrential amount of thirst for this different font deadpool

Not beta’d and this is my first time writing in years, but I looked over it twice (lmao) and put it through TTS so it’s probably fine

No gendered language is used (I think)

Wordcount: 3,034

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Oral sex (F!Receiving), Friends To Lovers, Degradation, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm (I guess), I think that’s it, there’s a gun but they don’t use it and there’s a bloody injury but it doesn’t come up much.

Summary/Excerpt: It had actually become a routine for the two of you. Before and after every mission, like topping off a tank of gas, he would come to you and you would pull him together. Replace the weight of stress on his shoulders with the feeling of your legs. It was nice, platonic, and routine.

When you hear the bang of your front door slamming open, it doesn’t take more than a moment for you to get out of your bed, glock retrieved from under your pillow and pointed at your bedroom door. If you go out in nothing but a T-shirt and panties and a hail of bullets so be it.

Footsteps approach. Your finger goes to the trigger. Your bedroom door swings open and hits the wall. You jerk your aim wide and shoot the ceiling.

“Fuck! Jin, what have I told you about knocking?”

He doesn’t answer, didn’t even flinch at the gunshot, and you can see why. He’s beat to shit, suit torn in multiple places and bleeding from a gash on his head. His mask is clenched in both fists, pressed to the spot on his head that’s slowly trickling blood down sparse brows and you put two and two together. If the bleeding on his head wound has already slowed down that much then he’s had his mask off for a while.

“I’m getting the first aid kit.”

“Don’t. Please-” His teeth are clenched and he shuts his eyes. You watch his hands spasm as he drops his mask before gripping his head again, “Please-”

You sit down on your bed, click the safety on your gun, and toss it aside.

Your thighs fall open. “C’mere.”

—-

The first time you’d done this for him was an emergency. His mask was torn and he was panicking. The two of you had been hiding in some dingy alley, a familiar enough setting, and the useless pros who were looking for you somehow didn’t think to check the shadows. But you’d known Twice long enough at that point to read his body language, long enough to know what was coming.

“I can’t- I’m going to split- No I’m not- Shut up! Oh, fuck my head- I-”

His voice was starting to raise and that was pretty telling too.

So you did what you had to do. He had to stop hyperventilating, so you kicked him square in the solar plexus, and he had to hold his head together, so you did that for him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as one foot hooked around the back of his leg, dropping your winded friend to his knees. He was gasping for breath that wasn’t coming. Large hands flailed at his own wrists, coordination lost in his panic as he grabbed for his weapon but you dismissed all concern for your own well being. Getting caught wasn’t a death sentence from the heroes but you didn’t know Shigaraki too well yet and you weren’t looking to test your luck.

Your leg hooked over one of Jin’s shoulders, a bit of a stretch, he wasn’t the tallest in the league but he had a couple inches on you, so dropping him was definitely a good call.

You remember how you’d pressed your hands to the back of his head, fingers threaded into hair that was softer than it had any right to be for a man who definitely used two-in-one shampoo, and hauled him close. His face felt hot against your inner thigh as you squeezed him against you, doing your level best to crush his head with your thighs while one was still occupied keeping you off the filth of the alley ground.

Twice was panting, his breath hot and damp and completely foreign to you. When you’d joined the league the last thing on your mind was shoving your fellow villains to their knees to- Sit on their face? Stand? Lean? Doesn’t matter. His shoulders heave under your thigh, deep breaths that calm you down, even as they threaten your balance. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you wobble on the toes of one foot and he groans.

“Hush.” You tug once, sharply. There’s still heroes looking for you after all. But you don’t think he hears you.

Twice nuzzles his face back and forth between your thighs and his hands, which had been grasping at the air in panic and confusion, land on your knees.

You jump.

He doesn’t notice.

Even through his gloves his hands are warm, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the weapons he wears on his wrists. His fingers dig into as much of the fat of your legs as he can get a hold of and he squeezes.

It took ten minutes for the heroes to wander off and another seven for Twice to calm down enough to let you pry your legs off his head.

When he saw the bruises on your thighs later he was so upset he cried. It felt a bit like a knife between the ribs seeing him so sad, in every possible interpretation of the word, so you pulled him close, hauled him down by his hair and hugged him. You reassured him that it’s no trouble at all. That the league is your family and you’d help him any time he needed it. That you didn’t even notice the bruises.

Strong arms wrapped around your back and you were being squeezed again, pressed tight to Twice, and he thanked you.

The next time he had a bad day he came to you.

And the next.

And all the ones after that.

It had actually become a routine for the two of you. Before and after every mission, like topping off a tank of gas, he would come to you and you would pull him together. Replace the weight of stress on his shoulders with the feeling of your legs. It was nice, platonic, and routine.

—

That was months ago and now with no hesitation Twice comes to you when he needs you. Scratch that- Jin comes to you when he needs you. That’s why he knows where your spare key is. Hell, that’s why he knows where your home is.

It’s why when he leans over you, you know he’s reaching for your phone cord. It’s bad that he’s gonna be here for a while, but sweet that he thinks to plug in your phone before passing it to you.

“Sorry. Lie down.”

One voice broken and apologetic, one demanding. But that’s Jin for you, an eternal contradiction.

You smile and lie back, one hand on your phone, already browsing social media, and the other coming up to his hair, scratching your nails through it. He likes when you pet him. Maybe that’s why he comes to you instead of relying on his mask. It holds him together but it doesn’t hold him.

This is all perfectly ordinary for the two of you, freaks who found family forbidden by the world outside the league, to help one another. So he drops to his knees and you drape your legs over his shoulders, as always. You squeeze your thighs tight around his ears, as always. His arms wrap around your legs for just a little bit of extra pressure, as always. His hands-

You jolt at the contact and sit up but he ignores it. Maybe he just doesn’t notice, overwhelmed as he is, but you do.

His bare hands go up to your hips and haul you to the edge of your mattress. But one detail of this is new for you. Calloused fingers, usually covered by his gloves, glide back down your sides to and dig into their usual spot, the tips dipping ever so slightly between your thighs as he presses you closer to his face. The closeness is normal, mostly, but his bare hands on your thighs aren’t. They’re new. And for some reason when his fingertips trace lazy circles, a calming stim you’re so used to feeling from him it normally wouldn’t even make you blink, when you feel the slight scratch of his skin against your own your breath catches.

He groans.

Don’t get wet.

You feel his hot breath against your panties and the hand in his hair closes for a moment, tugging.

Don’t you dare get wet.

He nuzzles his face back and forth, stubble scratching the inside of your unprotected thighs.

Holy shit this was a bad day to lounge around without pants.

“Jin-”

His response is a noncommittal hum, as he turns his head slightly to hear you better, rubbing the tip of his nose up and down your inner thigh to show he’s listening. Or to be a rat bastard.

Find an excuse, find an excuse. Your eyes dart to what little of his face you can see, the top third, and to the blood. “I really think you should let me get the first aid kit.”

“Shut up. Later.”

You feel his lips and teeth brush against your sensative inner thigh when he speaks. It’s not on purpose, you know that, but that doesn’t stop your breath from sawing out of you as your shoulders drop back to the bed, eyes fluttering shut.

Maybe you need to start taking Dabi up on his offers.

Hell, even Muscular would do.

Maybe if you’d been getting laid you wouldn’t be using every last ounce of your self control to keep your hips still. To keep yourself from riding your injured friends face.

“Jin-” It’s a bit of a broken whine, but you’re hoping he won’t notice.

And either he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care. Jin’s fingers dig in harder and he presses in closer, apparently he’s done listening.

You hold your breath.

He sighs.

You feel the heat of his breath against your cunt.

You moan.

Eyes snapping wide open, you tense up, staring down at him and damn near let out a sob when you realize that the first good thing has happened to you in your life.

He didn’t hear you. Holding onto your thighs like his life depends on it he can’t hear a fuckin’ thing.

You let out a laugh and his eyes flick up, feeling the movement and you note that as one of his brows goes up in question.

You point at your phone and mouth, “Meme.”

Jin nods in understanding, stubble scraping your thighs, then shuts his eyes again.

Phone in hand you’re half tempted to stop petting his hair just to pat yourself on the back for quick thinking when you remember something important.

He plugged your phone in for you.

This is gonna be a while.

Fuck. —-

If the league hadn’t found you because you were killing creeps and perverts you’d have to recommend this to Shigaraki. Because this is torture.

Jin doesn’t know how to shut up. It’s a known fact, and not one you begrudge him. Or not one you’d begrudged him before today, as he murmurs against your thighs. It’s thank you’s and it’s cuss words and it’s so fucking hot. His motor mouth keeping you constantly on the edge of being stimulated, and you know if he were any closer he’d be brushing against your panties.

And that thought, his mouth on your panties, has you setting your phone down on your tummy, has your fingers slowly tracing their way up to your chest. Barely there touches to your nipples making your breath speed up.

Making your eyes roll back.

Making your fingers tug.

Making your hips jerk.

You freeze and glance down and lock eyes with grey-blue ones, that are staring at you in what you can feel is open mouthed shock.

When his fingers ease up on your legs you let go of his hair and your chest to try to scoot backwards, “Shit- I- That didn’t- Fuck- Okay, Jin- I’m so, so, so, sor-”

Calloused fingers dig back into bare thighs and pull you back to him, his open mouth pressed up against your cunt through soaked panties, cutting your off. And at the same moment you let out a surprised squeal, he moans, a full body shutter jolting through him and into you, his shoulders and arms shaking agisnt your thighs. It’s loud and long and low and filthy and if you don’t hear it again you’ll die for sure.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Desperate slut.” You whimper and toss your head back, hips jerking as he wraps his lips around you and sucks. His spit and your slick mix together to make a loud drippy mess and you can’t hold back anything anymore the last hour or so having wring out your ability to control your reactions. Both of your hands come up to lock into his hair and he groans again, tongue coming out to lap at you through what little fabric there is, pressing like he wants to fuck his way through your clothes and into you and fuck you want that too.

You want, and want, and want as your hips rock outside of your control, grinding a wet mess against your best friends face. Your clit is throbbing and all you want is to cum.

But the goddamn panties are in the way and you’re about ready to scream in frustration, but when you reach down to pull them to the side Jin actually growls. One of his hands letting go of your thigh to wrap around your wrist and bring it back to his head. Not letting you do anything but lie there and take it.

You’re too turned on to be surprised that Jin is bossy. Sweet, affectionate, caring Jin. You aren’t grabbing his hair though so he turns his head, stubble scratching your thighs, and bites.

So you grab and pull.

And he whines so pretty.

Jin’s full attention returns to your dripping cunt as he locks his hands back around your legs and pulls you against his face as hard as he can, his tongue tracing the shape of your clit, flicking back and forth, rolling over and around, and sucking intermittently. And even though his mouth is full of you he still can’t find it in him to shut up as he begs for your cunt, for you to fuck his face, fuck his mouth, fuck him, fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He makes a choking noise, jaw going slack, shoves his nose against your clit, and then the hands on your thighs go up to your hips again and do something completely unexpected.

He throws you off of him, gasping for breath and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, no, no- I need- Jin, please!”

He’s on you, shoving you further up the bed and grabbing your legs to flip you over, making you gasp. “Ass up, slut. So good for me.”

He’s right of course, you are good for him as you drop your shoulders to the sheets and arch your back for him.

He rips your panties down your thighs, and swears when he sees a clear string of your cum connected to the dripping fabric. “Can I-”

Doesn’t matter what he wants, you know your answer, “Anything. Jin, please.”

You wave your hips side to side and press your cheek further into the mattress, turning your head to try to get a look at him and whimper at what you see.

Either Jin is about to cum, or he has. His already skintight costume is pulled taut and plastered to his heavy cock, straining against the material, and a dark slick patch stands out against the fabric by what is obviously the fat head of it. One hand goes down to stroke himself through the fabric while the other one comes up to trace the lips of your cunt, parting them with a sqishing noise that if you hadn’t been shaking with arousal would have mortified you to death. It doesn’t seem to bother him though as he jerks his cock through his suit, hips rolling into his hand, and stares open mouthed at your cunt.

“Wanna kiss you. Wanna fuck you.” His words are almost slurred and you’d be worried about that head wound again if he hadn’t just slipped two fingers into your cunt, the stretch making your jaw fall open as you moan into the sheets and press back against him, a bit too distracted to be as good a friend as you prefer.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Fucking whore, you were built for this weren’t you?”

He leans over your and presses a kiss to your cheek as if in apology. As if you hadn’t just gushed around his fingers at the filth he’s muttering into your shoulder blades.

You roll your hips back against him, pussy dripping all over his wrist and your thighs as you try to get him in you deeper, harder, more, anything-

He pulls away from your shoulder only to lean back in and shove his tongue into your cunt, buried next to his own fingers.

And you cum on his face.

Your pussy locks down on him, clenching arhythmically, waves of heat rolling through you and making you tremble as the tension in your lower belly that’s been building since he put his hands on you draw tighter than it can handle and snaps.

You can’t stop shaking, fingers twitching in the sheets as you manage your first coherent word since he kissed your cheek, his name, and start to pull away, but the arm that isn’t busy fucking your oversensitive twitching cunt comes up and wraps around your hips, pulling you back onto his face. “One more. ‘M not done yet.”

So he keeps going. And you keep cumming. Desperately writhing against his grip without ever telling him to stop, because why would you ever want him to stop. It’s so good, it’s so much, it’s so-

You don’t know how many times you’ve cum by the time black spots fill your vision.

You wake up in his arms, panties long gone and shirt pushed up over you chest as he cuddles against your bare tits. Reaching up slowly you wind your fingers through his hair, “Jin?”

He hums happily in response and shuffles closer to you, the scruff on his cheeks scratching your chest.

“Feeling better?”

Jin kisses you, lips still sticky with, well, you, and mutters against your lips through a massive grin, “Sit on my face next time.”

#.Are Posts #.Are Writes #N.SFT #.BNHA #.Bubaigawara Jin #Reader Insert #Smut #ive never done this before someone tell me how to tag

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polizwrites · 2 years

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PoliZ’s Stuffed Marvels - Sep 2022

As I sign up for this year’s @marveltrumpshate charity auction, I wanted to provide an updated list of characters as well as photos of my Stuffed Marvels/Stuffed With Character designs. Full list is below the cut.

These are hand-sewn soft stuffed figures, roughly 8-10 inches/20-25 cm tall, basically two-dimensional, but finished on both sides. They are made of fleece and felt with embroidered elements, produced in a smoke and cat (but not dog) free home.

Marvel/MCU Designs - 52 as of September 2022

Iron Man - classic Iron Man - Mark IV (Tony with no helmet) Iron Man - Infinity War Armor Tony Stark - Black Tank Top and jeans Tony Stark - Tom Ford suit (vest, no jacket) Tony Stark - blue Stark Racing firesuit Pepper Potts - white business suit Pepper Potts - Rescue War Machine Rhodey - IM3/Green Polo Dum-E

Captain America - classic uniform Captain America - WWII Uniform Captain America - Stealth Suit Captain America - Infinity War Uniform Captain America - Sam Wilson Peggy Carter - WWII Uniform Peggy Carter - Agent Carter outfit (blue suit & red hat) Captain Carter (What If? Disney + series) Bucky Barnes - classic comics uniform Bucky Barnes - POW outfit (Green shirt & tan pants) Bucky Barnes - WWII Howling Commandos uniform Bucky Barnes - Red Henley and ball cap (Captain America: Civil War) Bucky Barnes - Infinity War uniform Bucky Barnes - The Falcon and Winter Soldier outfit Winter Soldier Falcon/Sam Wilson (original MCU) Falcon/Sam Wilson (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier) Brock Rumlow/Crossbones Jack Rollins

Black Widow Hawkeye Thor (Ragnarok hair/outfit) Bruce Banner (Thor: Ragnarok outfit) Quantum Realm Uniform (Avengers: Endgame)

Spider-Man (Miles Morales) Peter B. Parker Spider-Man (Peter Parker) - masked (blue & red suit) Spider-Man (Peter Parker) - unmasked (blue & red suit) Spider-Man (Peter Parker) - unmasked (black & red suit - EDITH glasses optional) Michelle “MJ” Jones

Captain Marvel Goose the Cat/ Alpine the Cat Minn-Erva Ms. Marvel

She-Hulk: Attorney At Law

Deadpool Venom Black Panther T’Challa (UN outfit) Loki - shirt and slacks (Loki Disney+ series) Miss Minutes (Loki Disney+ series) Logan (Wolverine:Origins outfit) Star-Lord Morris (Shang-Chi)

#fancraft #Stuffed Marvels #marvel trumps hate #Shameless Self Promo

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melancholyink · 2 years

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AN ALLEYWAY CONNECTION.

» pairing // matt murdock x gn!reader

» pov // second person

» word count // 3.1k

» tw & cw // canon typical violence, alcohol, swearing, blood, catcalling/attempted physical assault (reader is not harmed!!! they kick ass!!!), spoilers for Stephen King's The Shining lol

» ao3 link // here

» note // part two is in the works!

"His smile was warm, cheerful even, considering what had just happened between the two of you and the seven thugs who were all knocked out around you. Despite the inconvenience, you were almost glad that the catcalling had escalated and led you to where you stood now. An Avenger--could you still call yourself that?--and a vigilante.

Talk about making a connection."

It was late into the evening and the busy New York streets were finally starting to clear. It seemed only fitting that another heatwave had the city in its grasp, even more so that Hell's Kitchen seemed to be getting the worst of it. There wasn't a single spot in the city where the loud mechanical whirs of air conditioners couldn't be heard from windows up above.

A sticky sheen of sweat covered your skin, it started accumulating the moment you stepped outside of your apartment. The light fabric of your tank top stuck to your skin everywhere it could. Even with dusk taking over the evening, the scorching heat remained. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead, and you wiped it away with the back of your hand.

"Jesus, Wade, these drinks better be worth the heat stroke I'm gonna get from getting there."

There was a loud bark of laughter from the other line of your phone, and you pulled the speaker further away from your ear, "Listen, babes, all you gotta do is get here and you'll be up to your tits in drinks, forgetting all of life's problems. Alcoholism solves everything, just ask ol Jack Torrance--all work and no play makes y/n a fuckin' killjoy."

You wipe sweat from your brow again and roll your eyes. Even if Wade couldn't see it through the phone, you hoped your tone conveyed the expression, "Really? A reference to The Shining? You know he tries to kill his family in the end, right?"

"Who doesn't love a little familicide now and again?"

You didn't really have an explanation for how you and Wade Wilson became friends, and, if you were honest, you were a little afraid to find out the exact details. All you knew was that it involved a ridiculous amount of whiskey sours and the worst hangover you have ever had in your entire life. You've avoided bourbon ever since. Even just the smell of it turns your stomach. But somehow, the friendship worked, and you were proud to call Deadpool your friend--well, most of the time anyway. A solid 85% of the time, at least.

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Maybe a little murder would've helped you out, saved the band from breaking up if you know what I mean?"

You sighed, frustrated. "No, Wade, murder would not have stopped the Avengers from breaking up, it probably would've made it a lot worse actually."

"Well, you could've at least tri--,"

"Okay, I'm not talking about this right now," you huffed, "I just--can we please just not talk about it? I've thought about it enough on my own and I'm pretty sure it's only a matter of time before both Tony and Steve figure out this number. I just need one night, okay?"

There was a pause on the other end as Wade got quiet. You could hear arguing in the background and the loud crash of a chair or table being smashed, just a typical night at Sister Margaret's.

"You have to pick a side eventually, y/n. You can't just disappear and act like none of it ever happened." Your stomach dropped at Wade's words, spoken calmly and as thoughtfully as someone sitting next to a bar fight possibly could.

Things with the Avengers had gotten complicated, to say the least. You could barely remember the last time you were all together, laughing and happy.

You frowned, "I know."

"Okay, good. Now that we've handled that Lifetime original movie moment," Wade began, his voice back to being flooded with a sarcastic tone. It was comforting to hear, and relief washed over you as he continued, "I'm three bottles in with no intention of stoppi—," Wade's voice stopped mid-sentence, the line cut off.

You laughed, slipping your phone into your back pocket with a shake of your head. It wasn't the first time Wade accidentally hung up on you mid-call, and it surely wasn't going to be the last.

The crosswalk light in front of you changed, the red hand-illuminated brightly in the evening darkness. A few cars passed in front of you as you glanced left and right, mulling over whether or not you were going to wait for the white light of the crosswalk to change or if you were going to jog across when you saw an opening.

Your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out from your pocket, a small yuck crossing your lips as your sweat had soaked through the fabric of your pants and lightly covered its screen. Thanks to the heatwave, there wasn't really any dry fabric left on your clothes, but you did your best to wipe the screen clean before unlocking your phone.

It was a message from Wade, of course. Almost unreadable thanks to the typos--god, you were going to have a lot of catching up to do at this rate--but you somehow managed to roughly translate it to: hurry the fuck up!!! Attached was a picture of Wade in his Deadpool suit wearing a maid costume. The following text read: oops, picture unrelated. but enjoy it anyway ;-)

You laughed deeply, your smile wide and infectious.

A gruff voice came from behind you, too close and too suddenly, "What's so funny, baby?"

Perhaps it was foolish not to be paying attention to your surroundings at this time of night with the streetlights buzzing above. Getting catcalled in the city was a pretty common occurrence, unfortunately. But, hey, you were an Avenger, for fuck's sake. You could take care of yourself.

The crosswalk light changed, and your stride didn't falter as you spoke calmly, not even bothering to turn around, "Sorry, buddy, not interested."

The voice followed, "Come on, don't be like that."

Their steps were heavy and matched your pace as you continued moving forward, crossing the street. Still, your steps stayed consistent, your heartbeat steady.

"I said no," you stated flatly.

You kept your head forward, but your eyes glanced to the right looking into the reflections of the store windows that you passed. The man was easily twice your size, with broad shoulders. His muscled arms were thick as tree trunks and covered in tattoos, his pale skin glistening from the sweat and neon lights from the shop signs you passed. He didn't seem to be armed, but you couldn't get a good enough look to be sure.

He was getting irritated now, all niceties left behind at the crosswalk, "Don't be a bitch," he griped, "I just want to talk to you."

"Can't say I feel the same, random guy. You know this is harassment, right?" You risk a look over your shoulder, glancing down at his belt--good, no gun--before you meet his eyes. "Look, I've tried to be nice. Can't you take a hint?"

His eyes narrowed, and his lips lifted as if in a growl, showing teeth that definitely could have been better cared for, "Listen here, you fucking bitch," he practically snarled at you. While you weren't necessarily scared--again, hello Avengers training--your heartrate did spike, "All I wanted was to have a nice little chat, maybe make a connection, y'know? But, I guess you're too good for me, huh? Guess you're gonna learn one hell of a lesson today. Ain't they boys?"

At the arrival of the henchman, you had to admit you were a little underprepared. You hadn't been paying attention to anything more than the man that was following you, thinking it nothing other than your typical catcaller, not some idiot street-gangster-wannabe with an entourage.

There were now three men flanking your catcaller as two more men hastily crossed from the other side of the street to meet your ever-growing group. You turned again, looking for some way to make a quick escape, when another man stepped out of an alley to cut you off, stopping you dead in your tracks.

There were seven men in total, and you were surrounded.

You didn't hate your odds, but you didn't love them either, but you wouldn't let that cat out of the bag. Your face stayed stone-cold, almost bored-looking, "Seven of you? Just to teach little ol' me a lesson? Gotta say I'm flattered," you said, a chuckle fluttering behind your words.

"Won't be laughing for long," Your catcaller sneered and reached out, gripping your upper arm like a vice and turning you to face him. You could feel his hot breath fanning across your face, and it took everything in you not to grimace at the rotting smell.

His henchman parted the way as he jerked you over to the alley conveniently placed only steps away from where you were. As a result of the push (more of a drag, really), your phone slipped out of your hands. Seconds later, you could hear the crunch of someone's work boots cracking its screen.

"Fucking, asshole! I'm not made of money, you know,"

you shouted before you were slammed up against the side of the alley, the brick tearing away the skin on your shoulder.

"Teach 'em a lesson, boss! Gonna wipe that smile clean off their face!" one of the henchmen egged on, his voice high and squeaky.

You smiled devilishly, "What? Gonna teach me to ignore consent and harass people on the streets? No thanks, I'm good."

You waited for The Boss to go in for the first hit. He pulled back a fist, his grip on your arm tightening. You could feel his nails tearing into your skin, drawing blood. Your heart was racing. You had to time your movement perfectly as things could quickly go against your favor. One misstep could decide whether or not you would be walking or crawling your way out of this alley later.

Something caught your peripheral, but you didn't dare move your focus off the fist ramping up to hit you.

Hopefully, none of the henchmen were armed. Maybe a knife or two you could handle, but a gunshot wound would definitely put a damper on your drinking plans for the night. You weren't a fucking super-soldier.

Again, you saw something move in your peripheral, but you weren't the only one this time.

"Did anybody see that?"

"See what?"

"You don't think it's that Dar--,"

"SHUT UP!" The Boss shouted, too loud and too close for it not to rattle your brain, "Would you all just shut up!"

The bossman's grip on your arm loosened ever so slightly, his fist lowered a fraction of an inch, and you couldn't hide your smirk. Any second now.

The fire escape at the end of the alley rattled. In the same instant that the catcaller and his crew turned to look towards the sound, the singular streetlight that kept the alley from being flushed in complete darkness was shattered, leaving only tendrils of light from the main street illuminating the pathway, effectively throwing the men into a panic.

You had to admit it made you nervous, far more nervous than the men, but you weren't going to question an opening as good as this one.

Without hesitating, you grabbed the bossman's raised fist and twisted, spinning yourself around and out of his grip. You grimaced as his nails ripped lines into your skin where he tried to keep his hold on to you, in a feeble attempt to overpower you as his focus had moved elsewhere, further into the dark of the alley.

With a swift kick, you knocked his feet out from underneath him and listened as his knees slammed against the pavement. You pulled his face down at the same time you moved your knee up, hitting it against his nose with all of your strength. You felt the crack of the bone followed by the warm, gooey flow of blood as he cried out in pain.

Upon hearing their boss cry out, one of the henchmen attempted to pull you off of him. He went for your hair, yanking you back--you were definitely going to need ibuprofen after this. You used the momentum from the pull to slam back into the man, pushing yourself harder against him by kicking off of the brick wall you had been held against just a moment ago. It caught the henchman off guard and he tripped over his own feet, heading for the ground with you on top of him.

Before you could roll off and get back up, another henchman, the one with the squeaky voice, moved towards you and failed miserably at sounding threatening as he squeaked out, "I don't think so!"

You were still down, trying to catch your breath and move as fast as possible, but you were outnumbered, and, god, did you miss your team. Yet, the squeaky-voiced henchman never made contact. Instead, you opened your eyes just in time to watch a baton fly and hit him in the center of his forehead, knocking him to the ground.

With wide eyes, you grabbed the baton midair as it fell towards the ground, getting yourself up just in time to use it to hit one of the others in the jaw. As they stumbled back away from the alleyway, turning to run, another baton slammed into the back of their neck. Both the baton and henchman fell to the ground.

You were breathing fast now. Your grip tightened on the baton before you turned, at the ready. But, the rest of the men were already down. Only one man stood in front of you now, dressed in black and red. Half of his face was covered; only full lips and a lightly stubbled jaw were visible in the dim light. But the mask… it had…

"Devil horns? Bit on the nose, isn't it?" you teased, slightly relaxing your stance as you recognized Hell's Kitchen's local hero, "Well, I guess I can't really say much. I do work with a Norse god." Or worked.

He tilted his head, his mouth remaining expressionless. God, you hated costumes sometimes; made it infinitely harder to tell if you've pissed off a local vigilante with your poorly chosen words, but he eventually smirked, "I get that a lot, don't worry. Are you okay?"

You looked down, giving yourself a once over. But aside from the scratches on your upper arm and scrapes on the back of your shoulder, you came out of the scuffle in good shape. "Little banged up, but nothing a stiff drink and a hot shower can't fix. Most of the blood on me isn't mine, which is both good and incredibly gross." You held out the baton in your hand, "How about you? You alright?"

He gently took the baton from you, placing it in its holster on his thigh with a smile, "You know I'm in armor, right? They didn't hit your head too hard?"

His smile was warm, cheerful even, considering what had just happened between the two of you and the seven thugs who were all knocked out around you. Despite the inconvenience, you were almost glad the catcalling had escalated and led you to where you stood now. An Avenger--could you still call yourself that?--and a vigilante.

Talk about making a connection.

"Oh, you've got jokes," you laughed, a smile of your own to match his. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't get your ass kicked by these Track Suit Mafia wannabes."

"No, these aren't Fisks' men," he said casually, catching you by surprise. Most wouldn't even dare to think Fisks' name, much less say it aloud. You wondered if Daredevil had a death wish, "Just your run of the mill scumbags."

You lightly kicked at your original catcaller, where he was passed out from the pain of his broken nose, and moved him onto his side to make sure he wouldn't choke on any blood as Daredevil ambled passed you. You watched as he bent to pick up his other baton and your smashed phone. He held it out to you and you took it, assessing the damage.

"Thank you for your help tonight," you said, quieter than you expected. "I'd say if there's anything the Avengers can do to help you out, all you have to do is ask. But, we're not exactly in the position to be doing favors right now."

"Don't worry about it," he spoke, his voice was soft, almost comforting.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you, although the hum of air conditioner units and the sounds of late-night traffic permeated the air.

Daredevil's head tilted, and it seemed like his focus was somewhere else. He licked his lips, hesitating before he spoke, "You know, if you're looking for someplace to take your mind off of things, Josie's off Bedford has great drinks for good prices, if you don't mind the sticky floors."

You wished you could see his eyes, but the top of his mask blocked them. Still, your eyes stared up into the empty red nothingness of the molded eyes on his mask. Your brows furrowed gently. How does he see?

You opened your mouth to say something, but your phone vibrated in your hand before you managed to get a syllable out, catching you off guard. You glanced down, almost rolling your eyes at your friend's poor timing. "Shit, come on, Wade," you sighed, silencing the call before moving your focus back up to Daredevil.

But he was already gone.

***

The doors of Sister Margaret's opened with a bang as you pushed through them. For a fraction of a second, every eye in the bar was on you before most went back to their drinks and petty arguments.

Wade called to you from the bar. His voice was laced with liquor as he spouted the brutal honesty you had grown to expect from him, "Holy fuck, you look like shit!"

You reached across the bar, much to Weasel's protests (that you and Wade both waved off), holding your empty shot glass up to the bottle of tequila Wade was drinking from. He poured you a shot and you downed it immediately. Wade filled the shot glass again before you switched the bottle in his hands with the shot glass in yours.

He whined before he ultimately shrugged and took the shot, looking at you eagerly, "At least tell me you disposed of the body on your own, I really don't feel like doing all that work."

With your belly sufficiently warm with alcohol, you wiped your mouth and placed the bottle of tequila between you and Wade. He grabbed it immediately.

"You will not fucking believe who I just ran into."

#oneshot #reader insert #matt murdock x reader #daredevil reader insert #daredevil #marvel reader insert #marvel #mcu #mcu reader insert

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artzychic27 · 3 years

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In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

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