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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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Promise?

summary: In a different universe that Logan’s contract wasn’t extended.

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: angst 😕

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It was obvious, it was obvious from the start that he wouldn’t last a year in Formula One. Everyone knew that. Everyone knew he was the laughing stock of F1.

Was it fair? No, certainly not. But he also needed to prove his worth, unfortunately for the two of you he couldn’t.

You knew something was wrong when summer break hit, he was more down, less talkative, not smiling as much.

He wasn’t acting like your Logan, your Logan who would make horrible Dad jokes but love them, your Logan who always needed lemonade, your Logan whose eyes would twinkle when he smiled and laughed. No, he was completely different.

“Hey baby, is everything alright?” You ask softly one night, it was after dinner, you two were sat on the couch with a movie playing, you weren’t paying much attention, you think it was a random Marvel movie.

Logan looks up at you with a smile on his face that seems off somehow, it was obvious to you it was fake.

“Everything’s fine, babe. I just have a lot going on with the team right now.”

He reaches over to gently squeeze your hand, then quickly retracts his hand back to his lap, resuming scrolling and typing on his phone.

Something was really wrong, that was the first time you guys had remotely held hands in days, you haven’t hugged, or cuddled, or even kissed.

“Logan- baby, I know something’s wrong, please talk to me..I’m here for you..” You say a bit more desperately, wanting Logan to truly open up.

Logan continues to give you a fake smile with a reassuring tone.

“I swear, everything’s fine! I’d come to you first if it was anything serious.”

He sighs and places down his phone, leaning back. His voice sounds more tired than normal which you found to be strange since he didn’t have anything scheduled for the evening.

“Logan..” You say, tone wavering, “I’m not stupid, I know you stay up scrolling through endless hate posts and comments, I know you stay up thinking what you did wrong with Formula One, just please talk to me..”

The smile completely fades. Logan was silent for a bit. He never really expressed himself like this, especially when it comes to negative thoughts. He finally spoke.

“Honestly, I’ve felt like I’m not good enough. I’m working so hard to be a decent driver, but nothing is happening. I know James won’t extend my contract, I don’t deserve it”

Logan’s voice seemed more tired than before. It was really rare to see him in such a vulnerable state, especially to you.

“And- and I want to deserve you, but I can’t right now. You’re too good to me and I don’t deserve that, I’m a shit boyfriend and a shit driver, I’m ruining everything I touch” He says, voice breaking as he finally looks into your eyes, showing fear and shame.

“With how everything is going- with my career, one of us is going to end up with a broken heart…” He adds on, letting out a deep breath.

You immediately notice how much pain you could feel in his voice, he always seemed to cover up his emotions with humor and playfulness.

“No. We’re supposed to support each other, no matter what.” You say with a worried expression, reaching your hands out to grab his, but he only pulls away.

“Logan- baby please, you never give up, I know you, this isn’t like you, please Logan! We can work this out, you could go into Indy or- or something different..” You say desperately, voice breaking as tears start to well up in your eyes.

“No Y/n, you can’t save everyone! I love you- I love you so much, but I don’t want to bring you down…I’m at the lowest point of my life and I don’t want to drag down the only thing I love too” Logan says, getting up and off of the couch as he now stands in front of you, tears forming in his eyes as he fights back the breaking in his voice.

You start to feel a sharp pain in your chest as you see all the emotions running through his eyes. Logan never acted this way, and you’re surprised that in these moments, he would be the first to break out.

Logan walks a few feet in front of you, with his back towards you. You can hear the pain in his voice, the pain of a broken man. It’s something you never thought to see, and it’s something that hurts you greatly to see him like this.

“No- please no, no, please Logan..” You sob out, tears starting to fall down your face as you fully register the severity of the situation.

“Please baby, I don’t care what happens I want- I need to stay by your side..” You whisper out, eyes full of desperation and sadness.

Logan turns around, seeing your tears and he steps closer to you. You immediately see the desperation in his eyes, as he reaches his hands out and gently grabs you around the waist. His eyes seem to fill with tears as he pulls you close to him, he holds you against his chest as the pain in his voice is only drowned out by his crying.

“I’m sorry” is all he says, his voice broken and shaky.

“You deserve someone better, someone stable, someone more successful, who doesn’t screw up, I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m sorry baby..” He whispers out shakily.

You grasp at his shirt as you both cry into each others arms. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know what to do.

What were you supposed to do? Maybe you two could fix it- that’s what you hoped, but deep down you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Can I kiss you one last time..?” You ask, barely pulling away from him to look into his eyes.

Logan wipes some of your tears, giving you a soft smile he finally responds with a whisper, “Please..”

He cups your face in his hands, gently tracing the outline of your face. His eyes look at you so loving, yet so regretful.

He pulls you back in for one last kiss, it feels as if he’s never kissed you as passionately before. You feel his body tremble, and you’re sure you are too.

You both slowly pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, letting out a slow breath.

“I’ll always love you. Remember that” Logan whispers out.

“Just promise me, we’ll find a way back to each other, please Log..” You say softly, looking back into his eyes again once more, trying to search out his emotions.

Logan wipes the tears away and nods again.

"I promise. I will find a way back to you, no matter what."

He wipes away the remaining tears on your cheeks, taking a deep breath, and leaning into you for another kiss. This time it feels more passionate and intimate, as if saying a goodbye for good, at least for now.

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radio 🪩: I’m sorry. I cried. That’s all.

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sailorblossoms · 3 months

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"Simon kissing Baz comes out of nowhere" is wild when you consider:

Simon thinks about Baz constantly, to the point you can get a pretty good picture of who this character is, what his style is, his sense of humor, his favorite activities and places he likes to go, that he's hiding parts of himself, and that he's not actually a villain all before Baz even shows up (we know this bitch is funny way before he shows up!) (yes, if you pain attention, you get that this is "just a boy" and not at all A Villain from Simon's POV! When he says he has observed his soul it doesn't come out from nowhere – you can tell Baz feels like shit with tape recording incident without ever entering Baz's mind just because of the things Simon picks up on, for example)

Simon introduces you to Baz way before he introduces you to all the people he cares about, the places he likes, the food he likes... in short, Simon introduces you to Baz before he introduces you to his world. And then, he keeps interrupting those introductions to talk to you about Baz.

When Simon is in danger, his mind goes to Baz. What would Baz do? Baz is so good at this, he's so appealing, he's so pretty, this is how his magic feels like...

Simon's description of Baz's magic (described in the way you would describe passion, perhaps even desire) is more appealing than his description of a kiss (clinic and frankly gross)

Simon is not fully settled (he doesn't feel at home) until he's in the room he shares with Baz, thinking about him, trying to feel his smell and his presence

Penny, the closest person to Simon describes his relationship as "just going through the motions," and as two people who don't have the feelings people who date should have, whose "right place" in each other's life is as friends. (Not in love and not attracted, in case is not clear enough). Simon unconsciously agrees with her – way before he's using her exact same wording in awtwb, he's tellingly thinking of Agatha as "we have only ever been friends" on a page where he should be thinking of her as his girlfriend, treats every single aspect of dating her as routine and fulfilling expectations, is bothered when they break up for reasons that do not actually include her (but do include expectations)... you would expect people out of a 3 year relationship to need some time, to not be ready to date again in a while, and yet this is framed more as a weight being off their shoulders, as having to remind yourself a routine is no longer part of your life (Simon jumps at the chance of being Baz's boyfriend so fast he hasn't even had the time to fully deprogram himself, he's like "wait... no, I'm not dating Agatha anymore, right lol anyway" like twice) and as a post-mortem of "everything that wasn't right but we tried to ignore" (and never once "what we had together" as something even remotely positive or good, they don't have shit). Immediately after they break up Penny assumes Simon is upset because of it, but Simon is thinking about Baz. During the breakup, Simon is thinking about Baz (Baz isn't here!) and truly loses it when it seems like Agatha might be going after him (anyone but him!).

Simon thinks Baz being himself is enough to make him attractive and romantically desirable

Every single time Simon tells you he's doing something because he's worried about Baz "plotting something" is obviously just him wanting to see Baz, spend time with him, or actually worrying about him. You can't seriously be fooled by "I need to figure out the plots of the guy I keep describing as attractive so I'm going to watch him play football every single time and compliment his game."

When Baz is gone, Simon can't eat, sleep or concentrate. Baz notes he's unusually thin when he comes back, and Simon thinks "Yes I am and it's all his fault." He tries to reframe it as "worried because he's out there plotting" but it's obviously "worried because Baz is out there and no one knows anything about him, including his own family."

"I'll do anything to bring Baz back" ... he's unsettled about Baz being endangered in a way he never is with anyone else.

Simon tells you he cares about being the person who knows Baz best

Ebb notes is unusual for Simon to not be at football practice, even if Simon is not on the team... Simon isn't there because Baz isn't there

Wanting to knock Baz on the ground and touch him as soon as he comes back? (wanting to make sure he's okay? that he's real? Is this not a classic "lover has come back and the person who has been worried to death runs to them to make sure they're alright and also to shake them a bit because how dare they worry them so much" reaction?)

His jealousy is always centered around Baz. He never notices interest in Agatha, including a whole boyfriend before him (because he doesn't care) nor does he care about the idea of Agatha seducing someone (he puts in on the same level as not wanting Penny to seduce a vampire, and actually only reacts to Penny, making it platonic concern). He doesn't even care when Baz mentions Dev's interest in her (I have forgotten about this, someone commented that when I mentioned how telling the whole seducing a vampire bit is). He only ever cares if Baz is involved. Some of this stuff is after the kiss, but a lot is there before (If Simon fooled you, you would expect the opposite, but he makes a jealous scene to Baz, whereas with Agatha is either "let's pretend nothing happened" or facing her like actual competition... it's telling then, how he doesn't want her around Baz – Agatha can go after anyone but Baz!)

Simon keeps Baz's handkerchief to himself and doesn't want anyone else to have it. He keeps it in his pocket.

"Baz is wearing this garment that makes him look more casual and approachable and it's also more likely to hug his thighs and ass" is something that Simon finds distracting.

Simon can't sleep well if he's not listening to the sound of Baz breathing (if Baz is not in the same room as him)

Simon sulks when Baz doesn't pay him any attention in a context that has the vibes of a date (and he's the one giving it those vibes with his word choice)

Simon is practically running at Baz's house the second he finds something he feels gives him permission to do so. I know y'all have watched enough romcoms to feel The Vibes of Baz opening his door to find Snow covered in snow, out of breath as if he ran after him, and them breathless at the sight of him ("You're wearing jeans :O")... C'mon!

Simon progressively touching Baz more and more 24 hours after starting the truce. He's fucking starving for it!

Everything about Simon sharing his magic with Baz. I feel like I should not need to explain the gay of it all here. The first time they hold hands? They see stars? Only Baz being able to take his magic??? Compatibility???

Simon can't stand to see Baz in pain. It causes him unbearable pain! He wants to make it better for Baz!

Baz is "the prettiest thing Simon has ever seen." I feel like I shouldn't have to explain how romantic this is, or why this is even romantic lol

There's probably more than I'm forgetting, but most of the things coming to mind are during or after the kiss, which is technically cheating... (I already kind of cheated a bit anyway) (I keep making these lists but I'm getting better at making them lol)

#snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #simon snow trilogy #carry on #baz x simon #baz grimm pitch

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nyonyen · 11 days

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NSFW ALPHABET - takeuchi robert

AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

very contemplative, you would almost think he was regretting it! but, that’s the last thing on his mind. he’s just like that. robert also enjoys lapping at whatever scratch marks he’s left behind

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

pretty much any part of him that isn’t that skin he’s wearing, but if he had to choose— he likes his arms. he knows he’s pretty strong! call him a romantic, but he loves your face. knowing that it’s you he’s with is all he needs

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

gets a certain high from marking his territory, if you catch my drift

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves the fact that he can make the other ratmen cum with him, no matter where they are. does it make him a bad person that he hopes it coincides with one of their excursions to the kitchen? :-)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

robert likes to think he knows what he’s doing, but none of his past lives have really had anything of substance past catching a porno playing on the tv + group session with the other ratmen

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

good ol’ missionary and doggy style. is quite partial to the latter by having you be halfway through the rat hole… so your backside is exposed :-)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

cracks a few jokes that don’t land, but is quite serious despite that

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

pretty minimal as far as naturally kempt hair is down there. nothing crazy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY into it. robert is, at the end of the day, eager for his own release, but he makes it a whole event for the both of you (and the others!). his dirty talk is less that and more desperate thoughts coming in and out of his mind

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

has no choice but to lead the other ratmen whenever he wants a release, but none of them complain, so he doesn’t either! before the others, he used to do it an unhealthy amount (think humping every possible surface), but now, he’s toned it down just a smidge

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

s/m (more masochistic), manhandling in every way, knife play, fighting for dominance

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his nest of course! but there’s a certain thrill in doing it in the kitchen, right?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

almost getting killed (again), getting pissed off

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never bottom without a fight!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

robert loves it when you wake him up with head and shoving you down, still all sleepy-like. he loves your scent and taste when you’re in the mood, so eagerness makes up for lack of skill

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

insanely fast, rough when he wants to be, but it’s just mostly fast. you have to force him to slow it down if you want that!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

addicted to them, even if it usually is the only thing he can get. loves shoving his hand over your mouth and just using you to get off, and vice versa :-)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

doesn’t like it too much, but he’s always down for a challenge. who knows, maybe he’ll end up liking it! how else do you think he found out he’s even remotely okay with bottoming?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for as long as any other ratmen (aka a lot), but in his kind heart, he paces himself for the sake of the other ratmen

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

none! if robert is aching for something other than you or his own hand, he’ll improvise with a lovingly placed pillow or blanket

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

once he gets into it, he can tease for as long as he can. he loves having that power over you, being able to control your release and pleasure to the point of pain. he’ll want you to return the favor at some point, be warned

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

lots of loud groaning, bites down on whatever is closest to silence his embarrassing squeaks as he climaxes. it might be a good and fruitful idea to clamp your hand over his mouth!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wishes someone could control his body like he can control the other ratmen’s. teasing with blindfolds is great and all, but the unique thrill of not knowing when it’s gonna happen? that’s something else. let’s get this boy a long-distance vibrator!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

biggest of the ratmen, a solid 5 inches, slightly curved upwards

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but not the highest out of all of them

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

robert doesn’t like to be in such a vulnerable state if he can help it, especially after sex, so expect him to be awake for a while

#present day problem takeuchi robert x reader #takeuchi robert x reader #ratmen x reader #ranfren x reader #✎

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softstraykidshours · 1 year

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~skz & their icks~

pairing: none, just ot8 stray kids

genre: fluff, humor, headcanon

length: 476

warnings: none (i promise this is all fun and games)

chan

a full night’s rest

anyone who’s rude to the members

best leader & father does not tolerate people being mean to his children

if you’re going to say anything bad about them, he doesn’t even want to entertain a conversation with you

very protective

minho

dog people

doesn’t understand the hype around dogs

immediately thinks a little less of anyone who owns a dog instead of cat

if you’re an aggressive dog person, he will be judging you

there was almost a falling out between danceracha after the kami situation (you know the one), felix had to get chan involved, it was a whole thing

it’s now an unspoken rule that specifically danceracha is not allowed to talk about pets

changbin

tall people

anyone who’s taller than hyunjin is too tall to be his friend

claims it’s because he thinks they have a superiority complex

but he really just wishes he wasn’t fun sized

hyunjin

when someone is being really weird or super loud around him

jisung

not that he doesn’t also do weird things for fun

but when it’s excessive, he can’t stand it

if you’re too quirky, he thinks it’s gross

jisung

when someone can’t take a joke

hyunjin

like bro it’s not that deep

doesn’t understand how people can be so serious about everything, live a little

loves goofing around and doesn’t like when people won’t play along

felix

people who don't follow unspoken societal rules

saying thank you to bus driver, tipping at a restaurant, giving up your seat on the subway for a pregnant woman or elderly person

this just seems like basic human decency to him, so people that don’t do things like this really irk him

and that’s saying a lot because it takes a lot for felix to dislike a person

seungmin

people who work out

but specifically gymracha

anyone who is even remotely gym bro, he can’t stand

like if gymracha starts talking about their workout, he’s literally immediately picking up his phone and ignoring them or just straight up walking out of the room

would be low key horrified if he was chosen to the designated non-gymracha roommate in the dorms (rip hyunjin)

jeongin

anyone who wears the same outfit twice in one week

like get some originality

he is never wearing an outfit more than once, but he does understand that people can’t have endless wardrobes

what he doesn’t understand is not having the creativity to have at least seven different outfits

if you show up in something you wore in the last week, he will immediately zero in on it

you will be having no other conversation except for him telling you to go change

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan imagines #lee know imagines #changbin imagines #hyunjin imagines #han jisung imagines #felix imagines #seungmin imagines #jeongin imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #mine #soft stray kids hours #q: dancing with minho

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o-uncle-newt · 4 months

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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 23: Wokingham

WOKINGHAMMMMMMMM!

I absolutely love everything about this episode. Literally everything. It's just basically perfect.

It's also, like Vaduz, an episode that would never, ever, EVER have happened in S1. I mean, S1 had a dude literally die on the plane and "it "what to do" was turned into a comedy routine... this is a much more, Idunno, humanist approach, I guess. It's hilarious, but it takes its humor from things other than the actual medical situation itself.

But even beyond that- would S1 Douglas have played along when Carolyn said that he cried when confronted by the bird strike in St Petersburg? Would he have even put a pause on the game? Would he have even shown up? Almost definitely not. The only constant, of course, is Arthur, who would have been equally willing to show up to keep Martin's mother busy in any season you can name. Lovely, lovely Arthur, and what an absolutely perfect scene by the way.

Now, there's the meta way of looking at it where people are like "I appreciated it when JF was writing a darker and more cynical show," which a) I disagree with factually (I think there were always hints of what the show would become from the beginning- I mean, as far back as Abu Dhabi, Douglas helped Martin out with the match) and b) I disagree with as a matter of taste (the heartwarming episodes are GREAT). But I have to hope that the meta people at least concede that the development FROM S1 to S4 in terms of the very different ways that people behave is extremely consistent with the character development. Douglas and Carolyn have both made some strides in the way that they relate to Martin that allow them to go run interference for him, but at the same time Martin has grown to become the kind of person who they mind less running interference for. He's mellowed, he's started to be less hung up on his rank for the most part, he's less obsessed with his self image. S1 Douglas would have never done it- but S1 Martin would have given him little reason to, and we've seen that change pretty organically.

It also helps, obviously, that Douglas and Carolyn know exactly what they're dealing with. Some of it, maybe, is seeing how Martin (and, to be honest, Caitlin!) ended up that way, with Simon to cut him down to size- and, as we've heard, his dad as well back when he was alive. (Incidentally, I meant to mention this in Uskerty but I found the fact that Martin has worn his dad's signet ring since the funeral to be both really sweet and just... gah. Emotional.) I feel like we've also all, at some point, met people who are, if not Simons themselves, have Simonistic qualities, so to speak. Carolyn and Douglas, as people who love to put on performances like this and have a bit of a proprietary feeling about Martin (in an "only we get to tease him" kind of way), presumably did it at least partly for the fun of it!

That said, this episode would not have been what it could have been without Wendy. Prunella Scales is amazing, and it's worth noting that (as JF mentioned in a podcast interview I heard once) she was in the early stages of dementia and, according to JF, was not always with it offstage but was just absolutely astonishing as soon as they started performing. She plays every note so perfectly, and adds a really interesting note of, well, momness (or I guess I should say mumness) that is really easy to identify with and also a VERY striking contrast to Carolyn, both for better and, occasionally, for worse- Carolyn would have never said anything remotely like "maybe Simon knows best" lol.

All in all, just really really good fun, hilarious, well plotted, all the usual... oh, and with another amazing audio humor joke with the doctor asking about the costume party. Just perfect.

Important question though: how on earth in this whole brag-off with Simon did Martin never slip that he's dating the freaking Princess of Liechtenstein?! How?!?! I'm not going to call it a plot hole because that's not how these things work, but I can imagine that he had to REALLY hold himself back from blurting it out.

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #john finnemore #wokingham

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avanatural · 1 year

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Mind Games

Part 4

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, humor

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol and smoking, Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy

A/N: Welcome to part 4! I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Poor Y/N’s patience is being tested in this one. Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

Part 3 | Series Masterlist | Soldier Boy Masterlist | Part 5

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“I see you’ve changed into your intended outfit.”

His deep voice made me want to cut off my ears. No one had told me that this movie required me to wear a dress that would suffocate me with how tight it was.

“I’m not sure it even fits me,” I mumbled as I stroked the fabric around my midriff. It was a white leather dress with a corset, similar to my actual supe outfit, but it was restricting my goddamn access to air. It was short enough that I couldn’t sit or bend or fight without people seeing… Well, all of me.

Soldier Boy pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning against. He’d put his helmet back on. It was like a mask. That open, vulnerable side of him that I’d gotten a tiny glimpse of was long gone. Hidden. Nowhere to be found.

“Oh, but you do look beautiful in it,” he flirted, pointing his finger at my scarcely clad body. His head bobbed from side to side as he stalked towards me. He was back to oozing confidence. The anger and resentment in his eyes had faded.

What was he up to? Did Soldier Boy himself even know what he wanted?

“I take it you don’t wanna rip my head off anymore?”, I asked. My voice sounded a lot weaker than intended. At this point, I just wanted to go home. This movie was a shit show.

“What can I say? You’re lucky I’m into the assertive type.” He smiled an alluring smile. Combined with a charming tilt of his head, he deepened the creases around his eyes.

The scariest thing about his change in demeanor was how my body responded to it. His charm was surely working its magic. My stomach was filled with swoony sensations that were begging me to shake them off.

“Lucky me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re sweet-talking me.” I tried sounding sarcastic, to the best of my ability. The problem was, his sweet-talking was working. My insides were practically yelling at me to finish what we’d started in that trailer. So, I tightened my vice-like grip on my heart as best as I could. I wasn’t gonna let him steal it.

Soldier Boy tempted me with his mossy green bedroom eyes and those plump pink lips. “Well, is it working?”

“No,” I lied, hoping that he couldn’t see through me. But then again, he probably wouldn’t believe any woman who told him his charm wasn’t working. He was self-centered like that. I had to remind myself that I was not a toy. That he couldn’t treat me as he pleased. Too bad male attention was my kryptonite.

Soldier Boy scoffed. I could see that he was losing what little patience he had. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, princess. Girls like to play hard-to-get. I know how it goes.”

“You know what?” I puffed out my chest in a rush of impulsion. “If you want different responses, maybe you should work on your technique. You need to win over a woman’s heart. Not just her body.”

Soldier Boy narrowed his darkening eyes at me. He was like a loaded gun, ready to spit bullets in your face as soon as you got even remotely close to hurting his ego. “With manners like yours, you’re never gonna find a man. I don’t need to work on anything, how about you work on your fucking attitude?”, he snapped.

“Okay, everyone on their marks, please!”, the director called out.

Everyone hurried to their designated spots – the crew, the extras, the supes. Everyone except for us. Soldier Boy and I stood chest to chest, glaring at each other. The tension could easily have been cut with a rusty butterknife.

Gunpowder scurried past us, headed for his mark. I could feel the young man’s curious gaze on me as he tried to sneak past the two of us undetected.

Soldier Boy’s cold emerald gaze attached itself to the young supe. “Careful,” he spoke through gritted teeth, sending a warning Gunpowder’s way.

Gundpowder quickly averted his gaze and mumbled an incoherent apology. I didn’t even get a chance to catch his eye or say anything to him as he made a beeline for his mark, tail between his legs.

“Alright, doll face, let’s get this shit show over with,” Soldier Boy huffed. He took a step back, finally giving me some space to breathe. His hand reached out to me, his palm facing upward.

My eyes fixated on his hand. I hesitated. My muscles were frozen by ice-cold skepticism. When I looked up and met his eyes, warm pools of green and gold stared back at me. I tried not to let them melt away my distrust. This man was going to be the death of me. He was so unpredictable.

After a few seconds of hesitation, I placed my hand in his. As I felt his hand close around mine, a tiny, irritated smile attacked my face, forcing its way onto my lips.

“There you go,” Soldier Boy praised me with a nod of approval. He tugged me towards him and put his hand on my lower back. Seemingly deciding that he was in charge, he steered me to our marks.

We were about to shoot the final battle scene of the movie. Vought's strongest heroes vs. some no-name-greedy-for-power supervillains. And, who would have guessed, Soldier Boy was gonna save everyone’s day! Including mine. Damsel in distress number who-the-fuck-knew.

“Where- Oh! What the fuck?”, I exclaimed as Soldier Boy suddenly scooped me up in his arms, bridal style.

“Relax, princess. I’m supposed to catch you, you know that,” he had the audacity to scold me.

“How exactly is this scene gonna play out, huh?” I knew I was gonna fall from the sky like a stupid fucking apple from a tree, but this scenario rubbed me the wrong way.

“I’ll toss you into the air and catch you, piece of cake,” he sighed, obviously annoyed with my sheepish attitude.

“You’re gonna toss me?” I found myself locking my arms around his neck – a weak attempt to make him keep me in his arms. I was a supe, sure, but my body wasn’t immune to every possible danger. I wasn’t immortal. I could feel pain. My bones could break.

“Oh, have some fucking faith, will you?” Soldier Boy leaned in, so close that I could smell the whiskey we’d shared on his breath. “I’m not gonna let you hit the ground.” His insanely green eyes, framed by his new helmet, penetrated mine. “Unless you piss me off.”

“Ready, everyone?”, the director yelled.

“You better catch me,” I hissed in Soldier Boy’s ear.

He scoffed, radiating hubris. “Wanna fucking bet?”

“Sure. If you let me fall, you can kiss my ass,” I mumbled under my breath. Sue me, I was a nervous talker.

“And if I catch you, I’ll get to gag you, how about that?”, he retorted.

“You’re so-”

“And 3… 2… 1!”

Before I could say another word, Soldier Boy bent his knees, pushed himself back up, and used the force to throw me straight up into the air.

I cried out as I flew towards the sky. Right in that moment, I questioned my own sanity. A few profanities left my lips as I reached the highest point and felt myself fall back down. My stomach turned as I pictured myself flat as a goddamn pancake, spread out across the floor with blood for sirup.

Then suddenly, I felt some harsh pushback, and a loud gasp was forced out of my lungs. I had abruptly stopped falling. My eyes were shut tightly, waiting for the pain to arrive. Or the shock. But nothing really happened.

“You’re okay,” a warm, breathy voice hit my ears.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with Soldier Boy’s handsome face. He was the pushback. His arms were wrapped around me, holding onto my legs and my back. He was carrying me bridal style, just like he had a few moments ago. That son of a bitch had actually done it.

“You caught me,” I mumbled, faintly remembering the lines I was supposed to say. My heart was still throwing a tantrum in my chest.

“I sure did.” He put on the kindest smile I’d ever seen. The asshole could act, who would’ve guessed? “You alright?”

“Yes.” I had to bite my tongue before I was able to say my next line. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime, my dear.” Gently, he placed me back on the ground. His hand stayed on my lower back, sending a surge of warmth through my body. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”, he asked.

I batted my eyelashes at him as hard as I could and placed my hand on my chest. “I’m Trouble.”

“You’re part of the cavalry,” he said, pretending to be surprised by widening his eyes. “Payback appreciates your help. Just be more careful from now on, alright?” He inched closer, cooking up his very own line before delivering it straight to my face. “Though I gotta say… It’s not every day that pretty women like yourself fall from the sky.”

The corners of my mouth quivered slightly, threatening to break out in a smile. His gaze held me down, taunting me, asking me to break. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. “Careful, my dear,” I responded, repeating his pet name for me. I lifted my chin to meet his eyes. “You don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” When he paused, not saying anything, I continued, “Say hi to Countess for me.”

With a wink, I turned around and walked away from him, out of the camera’s sight. I felt his heated gaze on my back and didn’t dare turn back.

I let out the biggest grunt as soon as the door to my apartment fell shut behind me. Home, at last. Without a care, I dropped my bag on the floor. My hands found my hair and tugged on the strands before brushing them back.

“You sound tired,” a small voice rang out from the living room.

With enlarged eyes, I pushed myself away from the door and stomped into the living area. “Lily??”

And sure enough, my sister was sitting on the couch, watching tv like she’d done nothing else all day.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, I demanded, “You’re supposed to be with aunt Gemma!”

Lily shrugged her shoulders at me, wearing a tiny frown on her face. “She had an emergency.”

“Yeah, I bet with that Greg guy.” I ground my teeth. The muscles in my jaw already hurt from all the tension I’d lived through that day. I leaned against the couch, my hands landing on the backrest. “How long have you been here by yourself?”

“Just a couple hours.”

“A couple hours,” I repeated. “That’s it. I’m gonna kill her.”

“Y/N, I’m fine,” Lily objected, looking up at me with those innocent eyes, trying to be convincing.

“Did you eat?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay,” I sighed, trying my best not to seem annoyed with her. Lily wasn’t the problem. Everyone else was. Including me. I tried pushing my anger down and locking it away. “I’ll heat up some leftovers.”

My sister nodded and followed me into the kitchen, trailing after me like a puppy. “How did it go today?”, she asked.

Well, that was a loaded question. “Let’s just say you’re gonna get those sneakers you asked for.”

“Yes!” Lily fist-bumped the air. “Thank you, Y/N!” She hurried around the counter and wrapped her arms around my waist.

Despite my sour mood, I smiled and hugged her back. “You’re welcome.” I squeezed her small body and paused for a second to enjoy the moment. The smile on her face, the joy in her eyes – that was the reason why I’d accepted Vought’s offer. It was worth the crappy day I had.

“So, how was working with Soldier Boy?”, Lily asked, wriggling out of my embrace, looking at me with wide, curious eyes.

“It was… Good,” I lied through my teeth and looked away, busying myself with preparing dinner. I couldn’t look at Lily’s face and tell a lie. I’d never been able to.

“What’s he like? Will you see him again? How tall is he?”

Oh boy, it was gonna be a long night.

A few weeks later

“Touble! Trouble, just one shot, please!”

“Trouble, over here!”

I pulled down my cap, hoping to somehow disappear in it. Too bad I didn’t have teleportation powers. Ever since pictures from the movie set of Payback Rising had been sold to the press, the general public had taken an interest in little old, mediocre me.

A picture of Soldier Boy and I had made it into the newspapers. A photograph of him carrying me. Of us staring into each other’s eyes. Now people were making up stories left and right. The press liked to make these things bigger than they were.

The good news was, I was getting offers. They wanted me for talk shows, interviews, and photoshoots.

The bad news was, these offers all included Soldier Boy. It was either both of us or nothing. On my own, I still wasn’t interesting enough. Still not worthy. So, what I had gained aside from the money was to be a target for the paparazzi.

“Let me through. Thanks,” I snapped, annoyed, knowing that I once again had to take a detour before going home. I didn’t need these sleazebags in front of my building. It took me a bit longer to get home that way, but I was willing to make the effort.

When I came home to a ringing telephone, I instantly rolled my eyes. I couldn’t seem to catch a break these days.

As I stood in front of the telephone, I contemplated whether I should answer or not. All I truly wanted was to sit down, have a glass of wine, and forget about everything that had to do with Vought and Soldier Boy.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath and picked up against my better judgment. “Hello?”

“Trouble?”

I recognized that voice. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. With narrowed eyes, I leaned against the ugly wall in the hallway. “Who’s this?”

“Vought’s VP of hero management. We met briefly on the set of Vought’s new movie.”

That certainly rang a bell. “The Legend,” I sighed and made a fist around the telephone cord, “What is it?”

“I heard that you’ve been declining a whole lotta offers. Interviews, photoshoots, that kind of thing.” He lowered his voice, making me guess that his call was anything but official.

“Well, they don’t really want me for those appearances,” I said, “They want-“

“You and Soldier Boy, I know. Excuse my foul language, but I think you’re being a fucking dimwit.”

“You’re calling me just to tell me that?”, I demanded, clenching the muscles in my jaw.

“I’m calling you to help you out,” he retorted, “I know talent when I see it, Y/N.”

“You told me not to take anyone’s shit. And now you expect me to take yours?”

“I told you to play to your goddamn strengths. Right now, the greatest superhero in the world is interested in you. And the biggest fucking talk show just sent in an offer. Forget all the other jobs, this is the one you’ll wanna take. This is your fucking way into the business, Y/N. You can be huge. Don’t be dumb, girl.”

“Lily? Lily!”, I called out, walking out of hair and make-up. Yes, I had taken the offer. I was attending the damn talk show to speak about my experience on Payback Rising. Of course, I couldn’t say anything remotely close to the truth.

I’d told my sister to wait for me while they dressed me, and now she was nowhere to be found.

She had begged me to take her with me to meet Soldier Boy. And when I say she begged, I mean she fucking begged me. Dozens of puppy eyes later, I had agreed to let her say hi to him. Just say hi. In my presence. I only hoped he wasn’t going to disappoint her. Because if he did, I was going to put him in the ground, no matter who the hell he was.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I found my sister standing in front of a table with snacks. I recognized him instantly. He was wearing his signature suit, minus the mask. Lily was being accompanied by none other than Soldier Boy himself. Her small hands were clasped together nervously as she admired him from below. She was staring up at that tower of a man with little hearts in her eyes.

As soon as Soldier Boy spotted me walking towards them, he smugly lifted his chin. A cunning grin appeared on his lips. “Ah, Y/N! There you are! We were wondering when you’d join us.”

My hands found my hips as I ignored him and addressed my sister instead. “Lily, I told you to wait.” I was anything but amused.

“I’m sorry.” Lily pouted at me. Underneath that pouty face, though, she was hiding tons upon tons of excitement. Her eyes held a spark.

“It’s my fault, really,” Soldier Boy spoke up, pulling my attention back to him, “She looked a little lost back there, all by herself, so I took her under my wing.” His gloved hand squeezed my sister’s shoulder to highlight his point.

I stared back at him with a blank expression. I knew exactly what he was doing, and I didn’t like it. He was painting me in a bad light. I left my sister by herself, so of course, he had to go and play her savior.

“How incredibly kind of you,” I praised him through gritted teeth.

“Nah, it’s no big deal.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, delivering a little show of humbleness. “Lily and I were having a grand old time, weren’t we?” He looked down at my younger sister with so much kindness that it didn’t surprise me how enamored she was.

“The best!”

“I may be the strongest man alive...” Soldier Boy placed a hand on his chest and inched closer to me. “But you, Y/N.” He pointed his finger at me and clicked his tongue. “You’re the real hero. Working two jobs at once, no husband to support you. This might be your breakthrough. I truly want it for you.”

Yeah, because you know this ‘breakthrough’ isn’t happening without you. “Thank you.” I put on a friendly fake smile. The one I’d practiced in front of the mirror because I’d known he was gonna annoy me one way or another. “It means a lot, coming from you. But I think we’re about to start rolling, so…”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He turned to my sister and ruffled her hair, which made her fucking laugh. Usually, she all but freaked out when someone touched her precious hair. “You stay good for your sister, okay?”

“I will. It was a pleasure meeting you, Soldier Boy,” Lily spoke, using the same polite words I’d spent years trying to teach her.

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine, sweetheart.” Soldier Boy bent down, hands on his knees as he looked her in the eye. He lowered his voice, whispering to her like he was telling her a big secret. “And call me Ben.” With a charming wink, he straightened his back again.

“Okay, Ben.” The smile on Lily’s face became so wide that I could have sworn it was about to break her cheeks. “Thank you.”

I, on the other hand, wasn’t half as bewitched as my sister. The corners of my mouth sagged, a scowl masking my face. “Let’s go… Ben.”

Part 5

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tree0frog · 3 days

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HIIIII, i'm assuming matchups are open ( I hope) . I want to request a bnha matchup

— I'm an average guy, I have pale skin , black hair, dark brown eyes wearing glasses and such. I'm goth, I listen to the music and dress in trad goth fashion, i like to play guitar, i'm actually quite smart, though very chaotic and will say the most out of pocket thing with a calm face or a smile , i'm literally the nerdy friend in my friend group. Although my brain decides to dissolve at certain moments, albeit; simple conversations. So I'm kinda smart but stupid at the same time, I like collecting and playing with Yu-Gi-Oh cards I also like My Melody from Sanrio. I have two pets, one is a tarantula and one is a cat, i have extremely broken humor I'll literally laugh at anything that is remotely silly sounding to me, [i.e : the word "balls".] I'm also a knife maker ( I treat it as a hobby)

— 👺

Hi sorry this took so long lol you didn’t over say what you wanted so I went with platonic lol.

I pair you either Bakagou.

I defo think he hated you like he did the rest of the class 1 A that if your in one 1 A

But over time he saw that you weren’t as bad as thought extras and gave you the time of day.

Defo like to listen to music with you and some time play it as well

Thinks your random burst of energy quite funny but would never tell you lol

Thinks your fashion sense fits you well and will even give you small pices of advice if your lucky

#fanfic #x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

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marisoft-paint-adventures · 1 year

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Pgs. 309 - 384

so there’s this guy.

he has an intro.

and

he’s pretty cool.

he’s so cool he has a shitty galaxy reflection in his shades.

his name is David and his room looks like this.

Dave’s room is the most kind of guy room ever, I can just feel his entire personality here, and I can also feel the “this dude has no parental guidance outside of an equally unorganized brother” energy.

Dave is just a hyperspecific Guy, a real type of Guy, he’s even described as liking obscure bands and shit, Hussie was airing something out when making him.

Anyway, these are your copies of the beta you received in the mail recently. You've labeled them with your name in BOLD RED PRINT to distinguish them from your BRO's copies, who labeled his in kind. Neither of you really gives a shit about this game or has any intention of playing it, but you'll be damned if you'll let that get in the way of your campaign of one-upmanship.

the Lalondes and Striders have a lot of parallels going on between each other with their dynamics and situations. 1 thing that sets them apart is that the perception of an insane mindgame rivalry seems to be more truthful on Dave’s end compared to Rose. Rose thinks that even a fucking fancy pillow is some kind of symbol of scorn and spite in the waterfall of irony and insincerity. while there’s not much seen out of Dave and Bro’s relationship on a normal day, the stupid ass stealth moves that Bro pulls out in order to get Dave’s goat really implies that there is a genuine absurd rivalry going.

also they’re just brothers. when there’s brothers in fiction, they either hate each other or like each other but still fuck with each other just for the sake of Being Brothers.

Dave: Bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable.

You would never consider allowing any fluid even remotely resembling urine to touch your beloved TURNTABLES. That would risk breaking them, and a world without the gift of your godly science just doesn't sound like a place you want any part of. While you're at it, you might as well wipe out human civilization with a meteor or something ridiculous like that which will probably never happen. That sort of thing only happens in stupid idiot movies for stupid idiots.

You will however contemplate bleating like a goat for IRONICALLY HUMOROUS purposes at a later date.

Dave is so lame.

FUCKING APPLE JUICE BABY. YEAH LOVE THAT SHIT. TOP 3 FRUIT JUICES ON THE TIERLIST WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

he’s gonna say it, he’s gonna say the thing.

yeah this is the OS design I’m attached to the most, I grew up with Windows 7 which basically did everything Vista did but a bit more glassy, so this is up my fucking ally. look at those GRADIENTS, look at all that GLOSS, it’s so fucking good.

HE SAID IT.

I love Hussie’s fake UI I love it.

I also love Dave Strider’s blog, he said the n-word on it

not joking you can check for yourself.

FUCKING SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

SBAHJ is so damn interesting because it’s the Homestuck thing that has the furthest reach out of the entire comic but at the same time people don’t even know it’s Homestuck.

true story: my 1st ever exposure to Homestuck without even knowing it was when I was like 12 years old and watched a fucking VanossGaming GMod video in which they played that masterpiece SBAHJ map.

youtube

seeing a giant shittily compressed texture that just said AIDS which spun around in a circle and fucking instantly killed anything it touched was literally formative for my sense of humor.

the backstory is also absolutely beautiful, imagine dropping your armature Gamer Webcomic™ on the Penny Arcade forums only for Future Homestuck Artist Andrew Hussie to come in and completely shit on your comic by turning it into the worst form of art you have ever seen which would then turn into its own popular comic.

I really like the utility of SBAHJ as an in-universe source of memes and in-jokes for all the kids to reference rather than forcing relevance by shoving in memes that were popular at the time. it really helps make Homestuck feel... not exactly timeless per say, but more relatable in way that supersedes generations.

I say this because I fucking know for a fact real ass memes come in later on in the comic and they get really fuckin annoying.

I would kill someone for a Midnight Crew adventure, you would not believe how far I would go for this to be real.

TT: In some cultures the persistent refusal of a lady's invitation to play a game with her would be a sign wanton disrespect. TT: Either that, or flagrant homosexuality.

STOP JOKING ABOUT DAVE LIKING MEN YOU DO NOT KNOW OF THE FUTURE CONSEQUENCES IT HAS.

it is here where Dave and Rose immediately become the best fucking character dynamic ever.

TT: Sometimes I wonder how you are ever allowed to pay for meals in restaurants. TT: It must be hard to keep a low profile when you're always overhearing awed voices whisper, "It's that guy who has a blog." TG: seriously TG: dudes be worshipping me left and right TG: i cant hardly walk down the street without stepping over torsos of the prostrate TT: Navigating the urban landscape I'm sure is difficult enough without an obstacle course of deferential flesh and skyward asses. TT: Perhaps adapting the art of parkour to your unique environment would help? TG: yeah! TG: i mean damn TG: like theres this scruffy little shit at my feet TG: an orphan or something i dont know TG: face flush on the pavement TG: im like dude you listening for a stampede of buffalo or something? TG: he braves a look at me then gives my shoe a little kiss and scurries the fuck off TT: Heavy is the crown. TG: yeah TG: not kicking oliver twist in the fucking face every day is my gift to the world i guess

also the little "yeah!" he does in excitement of parkour before he corrects himself back to serious coolguy mode is fucking perfect.

aw what the fuck put that shit away.

Dave’s Phat Beat Machine may be a silly joke about shitty fucking DJ machines that have weird pre-made beats and sound effects but some of this shit slaps when you play them at the same time ngl. 11 and 12 together is really fuckin good.

also Captain Planet is in this flash.

maybe Dave is cool, no one else could catch and open that apple juice with such finesse.

this is a really great series of expressions, he is so mad. he can’t stop thinking about PISS.

HE’S SO MAD.

oh god.

oh god they’re here.

You glance at one of the many RADICAL PUPPETS in your BRO'S collection and nod in approval. Is there anything not awesome about your BRO? No, you think not.

this is not cool this is very not cool.

why is the little man in the SHOWER, bro does not BATHE, he is made of WOOD.

he is simply having a terrible, terrible day.

why did he do this.

HOLY SHIT IT’S DAVE’S IRONIC SELF PORTRAIT.

this is why Dave’s sylladex shit is the best sylladex shit, sheer frustrating mathematics leading to renaming items into weird synonyms and yelling out shit to fucking send out swords.

LOOK AT HIM.

he changed his tune so fast, he went from imposing and about throw down to just...

now how will he play the funny Sburb??? what will he do to get out of this situation- WIZARD.

GIANT, STONE, WIZARD.

girl is not having it.

it is here we get the entire downlow of this maddening mother-daughter relationship through the totally not biased eyes of Rose. I mean look at this shit:

Your mother clearly has no real affinity for these damnable things. She only collects them to spite you. If anything, she finds them even more repellent than you do. She's just a committed woman.

A while ago you gave this as an ironic gift to your MOM for mother's day. You even customized it with a drink holder to support one of her ubiquitous ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. She "liked" the gift so much, she had it bronzed and put on this pedestal. She even left it plugged in so it can still be turned on now and then. But never to do any cleaning. It never leaves this display.

The PRETTY PRINCESS DOLL has been sitting there for months, ever since your mother got this abomination for your birthday as a totally PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE gesture. You decided to make it much less abominable by knitting Her Majesty a new head and new arms. Now it brings a mischievous smile to your face whenever you walk by. Your mother hasn't removed the doll yet, and probably never will. She would never be the one to blink first.

This was a drawing you did of your cat JASPERS when you were younger, along with a poem about him. Your mother bought this ostentatious $15,000 frame for it, and had it welded to the door.

Using the colorful MAGNET LETTERS, you recently left a succinct message, which may or may not have been directed toward anyone in particular. But you couldn't find the letter W, so you just stuck two V's together.

Your mother then purchased a fresh pack of W's and left them there for your convenience. Appreciative of the thoughtful gesture, you left her a sincere THANK YOU NOTE, which you had legally notarized, and then marked with a drop of blood.

But part of it was touching the floor, so your mother was kind enough to lift the lower portion of the document with a VELVET PILLOW.

this entire cavalcade of fucking overly professional stupidity really just symbolizes the daily Lalonde struggle. again, way more of an actual thing compared to the baking menace in Washington, Rose does not feel loved enough, she projects contempt onto every action of her mother, even if they’re completely genuine, who’s also literally an alcoholic. but at the same time, this is ridiculous. I can bet that the mere thought of any of this coming off as mean-spirited to Rose is just flying over Mom’s head because she’s too busy cleaning shit or getting drunk. she’s so sincerely nice but also too damn ignorant, while at the same time going completely overboard in every sense just because she can. “oh look at this!! my daughter’s very own drawing!!! it’s so nice!!! let me put it in an expensive frame and then weld it straight onto the fridge!!! :)))))” and then Rose sees this and just goes “SHREW!!! DAMNED SHREW!!!” meanwhile Mom’s just taking this as “oh she’s spelling words on the fridge!!! :))))) but she has no Ws..... :((((( I’ll buy some for her!!! that will satisfy her needs!!! :)))))” and I guess Rose takes a break from the absolute scorn she’s building up in her system to make the most polite ass note all like “Dearest Mother Lalonde, I thank thee for this humble present.” and notarizing it with BLOOD. of course this has to end with Mom walking in, seeing this note and going “how thoughtful!!!” and then sliding a god damn pillow just for the presentation.

it is my firm belief that the Lalondes are just kind of off the fucking wall inherently, literally all of them just do wacky shit like this without question.

fandom mischaracterizations are so frequent that they’re not even a surprise, but this concept of Rose being this completely serious and levelheaded girl who’s always moody and brooding and never puts up with stupid shit is something I cannot understand how anyone picked up from her. she has a sense of humor, a really damn good one, a lot of the comedy can be attributed to her dialogue. she’s not dead serious, she literally knits Lovecraft monsters in purple for goofs and does something like the above while no one is around. and in no possible way is she running on full logic and reasoning because she plays weird mind games with her mom and later on just goes insane and destroys shit for the hell of it. there really is more to Rose than just “goth = serious smart.”

a lot of this extends to Kanaya as well because I guess people just write the 2 of them as the same person, as we all know, couples can’t be together unless they completely overlap on the Venn diagram of their personalities, hobbies, and interests, but that’s for later.

AND THEN SHE PAYS FOR THE FUCKIN MAGNET. WHO DOES THIS.

MOTHER JUMPSCARE.

And of all things to be doing during a power outage. She's up to her IRONIC HOUSEWIFE routine again. That mop bucket doesn't even have any water in it! What an absolute madwoman.

I like how Rose calls this some kind of weird irony chore that no sane individual would do without a hint of joking, she really expects too much out of Mom. a real core part of this relationship is how Rose assumes that her mother is operating on the same high level thinking as her, when in reality she’s just doing actual housewife stuff genuinely. the bucket being empty is even part of Rose overthinking all of this, Mom’s using a Swiffer, she doesn’t need water, she just brought the bucket because it completes the housewife look.

I don’t know if that latter part was intentional or if Hussie just didn’t know how Swiffers worked.

NYOOM.

SICK TRICKS.

ah fuck.

the Strider household is such a very specific home aesthetic of “complete fucking disaster, the likes of which you have never seen, owned by 2 dudebros who like Eminem.” this visual style is so poignant that the best way Dave fixes a window is with straight black tape, how classy.

big fan of how everyone talking to Jade starts to smile, she just has that energy. I mean look at Dave, you see that single raised pixel? that’s him smiling! he’s got joy! and he’s so much more genuine when he’s talking to her too, she’s literally the one person in the friend group where he can drop the whole image of “I am so fucking Cool and Real and Awesome and Swag.” they play off of each other really damn well, no wonder DaveJade is a really big ship.

TG: say hi to your grand dad for me too ok GG: ._. GG: yes i guess an encounter with him is almost certain GG: it is usually........ GG: intense!!! TG: well yeah isnt it always with family

this is the non-embarrassing parallel to John talking about Dad with Rose. Dave’s probably thinking to himself, “ah yes, she too knows of the struggle of high octane anime fights in the middle of the house.” meanwhile Jade’s talking about yelling at a corpse.

also JADE KNOWS THE FUTURE??? HUHHHH???? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE???????????

#homestuck liveblog #hs liveblog #hs reread #liveblog #reread #live read #liveread #homestuck #hs1 #hs #home22tuck #Act 2 #flash #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #Beta Kids #mom lalonde #guardians

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fandomsallthetime94 · 1 year

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Hawkeye for the NSFW alphabet, please? 😊

(A) Aftercare: What they're like after sex?

He usually is the one to get up and grab a wet wash cloth to help clean you up

He'll leave you to get dressed into your pajamas while he grabs 2 glasses of wine

You cuddle up to him on the bed with your glass as he reads his book

(B) Body Part: Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners

Let's be honest here, this man's favorite body part of his is his piercing yellow eyes

He loves the fact that with a single look, he can have you rubbing your thighs together just to get a little bit of friction

When it comes to you, he loves your hips. The way his hands mold perfectly to you as your riding his cock makes him go crazy

His favorite thing is emptying his load in your mouth or on your face, and watching you clean up the mess that he made

If you're riding him, he loves to hold you down on his cock as he empties his load into you, watching it run down as he fills you to the brim

(D) Dirty Secret: A dirty secret of theirs?

This man loves to read romance novels. Especially the spicy kind.

They usually give him new ideas for the bedroom.

(E) Experience: How experienced are they?

This man has had so much experience that it makes anyone look like an amateur

We all know that this man could get any woman, or man, that he wanted

(F) Favorite Position

Honestly, this mans favorite position is doggy style

He loves thrusting into you from behind while your head is pressed into the mattress

He also loves that he can grab ahold of your hips as he pounding into your dripping pussy

(G) Goofy: Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous

Hawkeye is definitely more serious in the moment. Granted, I don't think Hawkeye has a goofy bone in his body

(H) Hair: How well groomed are they?

Hawkeye definitely keeps himself clean shaven

He usually shaves 2 or 3 times a week just to make sure he is perfectly smooth for you

(I) Intimacy: How are they during the moment?

He is definitely the kind of man to go at the pace that you want

If you want it slow and passionate then he will deliver without a second thought

Same goes for if you want a rough and wild night

(J) Jack off

Hawkeye doesn't really do it that often. He would rather wait and save all that for you

If it has been a while, then he will, all the while having dirty thoughts of you and what he wants to do to you

(K) Kinks: One or more of their kinks

This man definitely loves knife play

Like come on... that little dagger around his neck isn't just for embarrassing wannabe swordsmen

(L) Location: Favorite place to do it

He definitely is a classy man

His favorite place to do it is in the bedroom

(M) Motivation: what turns them on, gets them going

The thing that turns them on the most, is when you're in your domestic routine

When you're cooking dinner, or just relaxing on the couch after a long day

(N) No: Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

Pegging

That man isn't even going to give you the chance to ask

(O) Oral: Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc

This man is a master at eating pussy

He loves eating you out, because he knows how much you enjoy the skill of his tongue

He usually doesn't care about receiving, but if you offer he will never say no because he knows it makes you happy

(P) Pace: Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?

He leaves all of that up to you

He doesn't care how fast or slow the moment is, as long as you're pleased and happy

(Q) Quickie: Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc

He thinks that they are quite pointless

Hawkeye would rather take his time and make sure that you are fully satisfied, instead of making it quick and risking you not finishing

(R) Risk: Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

Being that he lives on a remote island, there really is no risk to take

You guys could be in the middle of the woods and no one would bother you... other than the monkeys, but that's a whole other problem

(S) Stamina: How many rounds can they go for?

This man can go for 3 or 4 rounds depending on the night

Even if he runs out of energy, he will still lazily eat you out and give you as many orgasms as you want

(T) Toys: Do they own toys? Do they use them?

He loves using vibrators when eating you out

He has a fake vibrating tongue ring that he uses a lot

His favorite toy to use though is the butt plugs that he owns, especially when doing doggy style

(U) Unfair: How much they like to tease?

Hawkeye doesn't do much teasing

His eyes are teasing enough half the time

You however love teasing him by running your hand slowly down his chest and abs until you reach his crotch

You can see the tension in his eyes as you rub against his cock through his pants

(V) Volume: How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc

Hawkeye isn't a loud person

Breathy grunts and moans in your ear is all the louder he gets, but that's all you need to hear to help reach your climax

(W) Wild Card: Random head cannon

This man is the most romantic and humble person

Even though he knows that he is the best swordsman in the world, he still lets you win the duels that you two have together

He loves to see your eyes light up whenever you beat him

(X) X-Ray: Let's see what's going on under those clothes

Solid 8.5 inches of pure, uncut, veiny bliss

(Y) Yearning: How high is their sex drive?

This man is horny on a daily basis

You'll find yourself in the bedroom with him 2 to 3 times a day most of the time

(Z) Zzz: How quickly do they fall asleep afterwords

He doesn't fall asleep that quickly

Usually he will cuddle with you while he reads whatever book he has lying around

You usually fall asleep before him

#Hawkeye MiHawk #Hawkeye MiHawk x reader #One Piece Alphabet #Hawkeye MiHawk alphabet #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #Hawkeye Mihawk headcanon

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❝ bring back one last time for the summers we saw, second guessing and all ❞

Age: 35

Gender & Pronouns: cis male & he/him

Neighborhood: Mountain View

Occupation: owner of Hesse Customs & Restorations

Positive traits: charismatic, engaging, & adventurous

Negative traits: cynical, aloof, & foolhardy

Length of time in Anchorage: local, left at 18, & returned 4 years ago

Faceclaim: Casey Deidrick

grease stained fingers, worn boots and a rustic smile, the sounds of the ocean, a forlorn and distant look in his eyes, humor as a defense mechanism, a spartan living space, and an aversion to talking about the weather

Born and raised in Anchorage, Roman was the son of a fisherman and a nurse. The relationship he had with his parents was good, it was a loving household, and everyone got along well.

The only negative memories Roman has of his childhood was his father’s long absences. His father, Charlie, had his own boat and crew that would often times be out to sea for months at a time.

The childhood he experienced wasn’t one of luxury or abundance, they weren’t wealthy by any means, but they also never really thought they were poor. They had each other and those smiles meant more than some of the extras his friends might have had in those days.

Always long and lanky, never quite a master of his gangly limbs, Roman wasn’t the best at sports. He played just about everything and was decent because of his size, there was just subpar agility and coordination.

At least he was a good student. That was the bright side for a teenager who thought ahead to colleges and wondering if he’d ever attend because he wasn’t sure his parent could afford it. Athletic scholarships might not come his way, so Roman began banking on grants and sponsorships due to his GPA.

In the end, Roman went into the oil industry as a roughneck. Something that no one, not even himself, had expected. He’d grown up around fishing boats, knew the ins and outs of the sea, or so he thought, and had planned on joining the Navy. Eventually he had wanted to become a rescue swimmer for the coast guard.

Life always had its twists and turns and a summer job after high school had him running off with his best buddy there to take on a dangerous but high paying job in the Gulf of Mexico.

Naturally, Roman started at the bottom and worked his way up the ladder as he gained experience. He could swim like a fish, was an excellent mechanic/handyman/welder that eventually found himself working in the North Sea. The most dangerous in the world (and one of the most remote locations) as a driller.

The isolation was almost as brutal as the job itself, and the losses he endured through the years eventually had him stepping away from the life on an oil rig. Eventually the money just wasn’t worth it and it came to a point where they could no longer offer Roman enough incentives to stay on. So he packed his bag and tucked away his heartache and headed home to Alaska.

With so much money in the bank and in need of something to keep him busy, the haunted man used to grueling work put together a shop. Something that touched on a passion that had been laid mostly dormant due to the demands he’d previously had on him.

When he was a child, alongside fishing with his father, Roman was also taught the mechanics of an engine. They worked on motorcycles and classic cars, and with his father now retired, he couldn’t think of anything better than starting up a business that put him in touch with the fond memories that kept him going in dark times.

Hesse Customs & Restorations was born and for the last 4 years he’s been building custom motorcycles and restoring classic cars for customers and fellow enthusiasts alike. Sometimes his old man pops into the shop and helps out, but mostly he just brings in business and talks people’s ears off.

#anchorageintro #character study.#biography.

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As for Red and Choskey goes, I do have a limit for the amount of time I spend in a day doing stuff by myself. Moreso now that I actually can spend time with other people in the first place thanks in large part to vrchat. Red for whatever reason even back then I... don't enjoy spending time with that much usually. Borderlands he just goes off and dies a lot. Sea of thieves he gets us all killed for pvp practice. Apex Legends he gets us killed. Planetside for a good long while was the ONLY game he would play with me regularly. And I don't enjoy planetside pretty much at all. I had little hope for it when I just jumped in back when we lived in fallbrook. Even after getting a bunch of stuff and understanding the game more my impressions did not improve much. That's not good.

And my creativity as far as things to do when we go out is very limited. Red doesn't initiate lewd things and isn't very good at it when we do. Red doesn't allow us to cuddle during the day or when he's going to sleep so the only possible time to do so is in the morning during a day he doesn't go to work or when he's planning to be late. And while it'd be great if we slept at the same times, I do like having some wind down time to myself before I do, and I like staying up late.

So we have a lot of problems. When it's good it's good. We joke around a lot in the shower. It's just not good very often. Red only has at most an hour or two to do anything recreational with me before he's done for the day.

I don't know if anything will change for Choskey once he starts working but uh... I'm a little less in denial that things weren't the greatest for a while between me and Red. Not bad enough to want to get out and not good enough to want to keep things the way they are. I was doing better than those couples that argue a lot or yell/cuss if that's worth anything. But we have different issues. We don't know how to spend time together. Red lives a workaholic life and wants to engage in ambitious and inventive projects on the side but I've never developed a taste for it. So he's also missing a few things I can't really provide.

And my attention span when he talks dwindles after he talks for a solid 20 minutes straight about the same topic, usually work, and I've seen him talk with Marcus. He could go on for a couple of hours. I can't do that. I would be waiting to resume whatever I was playing, and if I completely married myself to Red's sleep schedule, he would tell me it's time to sleep and I would be kinda mad my last few hours I could have spent playing something just got pissed away and I'm being told to sleep. It was bad enough with the several hours we spent at the grocery store, that he forced me along since I am dependent on his driving.

He's less likely to do that now and recognizes doing such things is not enjoyable for me. And I definitely don't like having my sleep schedule determined by someone else. I absolutely need that time to myself before going to sleep, especially to post stuff like this or talk to stalkers and crushes apparently. I don't like having my sleep time fixed or under someone else's thumb generally.

And then there's Choskey which from a gaming standpoint much easier to find time to do things together, much more variety of things to do together, and talking with him isn't nearly as tiring if at all. Like for whatever reason the kinds of topics and the kinds of things Red talks about or the way he talks about it or the low level comedy he has when he's poking fun at things (potty humor, repetitive jokes that are hyper cringe) or the viciously spiteful things he enjoys watching like videos of people shitting on flat earthers or videos of police chases or cars eating shit. I don't enjoy those things even remotely. I don't enjoy getting stressed out because he's stressed out audibly while driving, and I can't spot all the drivers he's paying attention to. I don't have 360 vision like he does.

Kitsunary as mentioned before has her own problems, but at least we can play anything whatsoever.

Vrchat gave me brownie, beastner, Choskey, cattucino, light, there's bitt's groups, there's khnfucats in vrchat and mayu's, there's other people related to Choskey or beastner that we've played with. Choskey spends so much time with me. I am the beating social heart of discordant discourse now. Choskey notices people like brownie and cattucino show up specifically because of me. And in vrc people like mad mittens, denso and busker the cat visit me. And nearly every time I'm around their friends or I'm in any public lobby more people seem to make their way into my friends list because I'm being cute.

That is phenomenal. I've needed this for so long.I can't overstress enough that I desperately needed something like this. A place to make friends, a place to be social, be cute, hang out with people, play games, plan out things to do. And Choskey is the cornerstone of all of that. Choskey is who allowed me to be comfortable in vrchat, get this avatar, and now one of my lovers. I do enjoy talking to him more than Red. Cause usually it's about school or about fun things and funny videos or much lighter topics overall than Red's. Or about the future.

And Choskey is a natural need. I didn't just fall in love with him because of the cute avatar or because we hanged out a lot, I needed Choskey. My unconscious mind knew I needed Choskey. Especially once I realized we could talk for hours well until the sun comes up which we did many times. I needed Choskey so much and it's been such a long time coming that I got denied from once when Ronnie was still a possibility.

I've needed this. Somebody who would not only spend time with me better and be easier to talk to, but also help keep me and Red together too. He's always trying to get me and Red to spend more time together. And while even for Red for a while it was shameful to admit that we needed someone like Choskey in our life, things have gotten a lot better even for him because of Choskey. And he's growing into it extremely well now. He's loving me more because of him.

And socially it works out because I have the greatest range of interaction when I can express affection as well. I don't do very well when it comes to public speaking. Like if I were to try to pull off the same kind of funny speech dunkey has, or do any kind of impressions, like I can't do that. I can't come up with topics. I can't do the same kinds of things other people do with their regular friends. So if I could be affectionate with whuffy or cat noises like I do with Red, it becomes much easier to have a good time with someone even when I have nothing to say. And that is also partly why I wanted a third person in our relationship. Red and I have antics that we can do that I can't do with anyone else and that cuts off a massive amount of my social interaction when Red isn't there. Unless I were to do something similar with someone else. And that's also why I need Choskey. I've spent so much time with Red and I've been so reliant on him for anything social that I know my way around that type of social dynamic better than a normal one.

Ronnie was a predeveloped poorly thought out interest to solve a problem that we've had for eons. But Choskey fits us much better than he ever would have. And we are old. So it also works out that I am not robbing some younger adult's early years of their adulthood to be part of our relationship. It's a win-win even without you making me an enemy. If I hadn't suffered major damage and grew so mature afterwards I'm not sure if I ever would have been ready for someone like Choskey to enter our lives, so that is the only thing I have to thank you for.

The poise I have now, the easy way I can talk whenever we're talking about anything deep. The way I keep to myself these days on twitter. It's because I was deeply emotionally wounded and healed that I am able to talk so fluently and be so readily accepting. I am not the same angsty dynamite that I used to be. I can be so angry and so furious off stage in the backwaters where Choskey and Red can't see, but you know full well that it is deserved. You were extremely unlucky to meet me before you hurt me. Things would have been very different in the present with me fully learned and fully grown, whether things end well for you or not.

And I know how your shit works. I know the angrier I get the more you validate your hate. There is nothing easier to gratify than a group who's chosen a target. But I stopped caring the moment you broke into my life uninvited. Nothing will ever change the fact that my crimes were forgiveable and yours were not.

I aimed to be more mature because it is the one battlefield you couldn't even set foot on. The one place you can't even reach me.

And yeah I get that my relationship issues are not ideal from a traditional standpoint, whether it's a gay one or not. Most people would just stick with one and leave it at that by standard. And most people wouldn't want to be the one that disturbs that in any way. There are reasons to be cautious around me. But some people are not content to leave it at that. Enemies are enemies, whether the true reasons are trivial or not, the hate can wish for more.

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I'm pretty confident in saying that anyone in my generation who slaps "siblings" on Leon and Ashley are probably people who have another ship and have had it for a while and don't want Ashley getting in the way of it, tbh LMAO

Like.... my generation has co-opted the current generation's vernacular, but make no mistake about the kind of bitches we are. We're ship war bitches. That's all we've ever been AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO CHANGE OUR WAYS NOW fjdskfh

But if we're talking about the current generation...

Media illiteracy is a big factor in this. It's no secret to anyone that the US education system took a massive shit starting in the late aughts/early 2010s, and things like critical reading skills aren't being taught in schools anymore.

I graduated high school in 2007. Two years later, I went back to visit an old English teacher to get a letter of recommendation, and he was lamenting to me that he'd just given up. It wasn't worth trying to explain the deeper themes of Beowulf to kids who didn't care, because the only thing that mattered was getting them to pass standardized tests.

So, now, without an overt, explicit declaration of love or something visually concrete like a kiss, kids literally do not have the skills to parse through a text and pick out themes and tropes and use of symbolism and imagery. They were never taught how to do it.

But there's a more culture-based thing happening here, I think. It's this fucking mess of a cocktail of internalized misogyny paired with learned helplessness, social anxiety, intense sheltering possibly exacerbated by the pandemic shutdowns, peer pressure, and internet purity culture.

I think it's pretty safe to say that fandom is predominantly made up of women and teenage girls. That was true in the 60s in Star Trek fandom, it was true in my generation, and it's still true today. And what I've seen happening today is that young women are absolutely terrified of their own sexual agency -- because the internet keeps telling them that, if you're under 18, it is wrong and bad and unacceptable for you to engage with anything even remotely sexual and how dare you express your sexuality -- and you'd better not do it not just because it's wrong and bad, but also because you are GUARANTEED TO BE PREYED UPON IF YOU DO. SEX IS DANGEROUS ALL OF THE TIME AND YOU'RE LITERALLY TOO YOUNG AND TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING SO DON'T TRY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Because if you're 17 and he's 18, he's a pedophile!!!!!!!!

I just.

So, we've now basically turned an entire generation of young women into the same type of young women who created the BL genre in Japan. These are women who were too afraid to explore their sexuality on their own, and it felt safer to do it with two male characters, because it was always more "okay" for men to be sexual. This is happening here in the West, now.

Slash ships have always been a thing in the West, but not to the degree that they are today. In today's fandom, if you have an M/F ship at all, you are outnumbered by at least 3:1 -- because M/M just "feels" safer for a lot of the current generation.

So, I think young women look at the Remake portrayal of Ashley Graham, and they identify with her. A lot. They're probably around her age, and her personality is very relatable to the kind of girls who play video games. Ashley's clearly introverted, but she's a fast learner who just wants to help, and she's got a good heart and a weird, kind of awkward sense of humor.

And, not only do these girls identify with Ashley, they're probably thirsty as fuck for Leon.

But that's terrifying to them.

Because they have been taught to fear their own sexual agency. The idea that an attractive, traditionally masculine, older man would be romantically or sexually interested in them is immediately categorized in their brains as wrong and bad -- and they don't want to think of Leon in that way.

So... for them, it can't be romantic. It can't be sexual. But there's clearly something there, but Leon would never abuse or prey on anyone so... that bond must be a perfectly innocent familial affection. That's what it is. That's what it has to be, because anything else forces them to face the uncomfortable reality even young women like them go on dates and have sex -- and sometimes, it's with men like Leon.

So, they thirst over Leon at a safe distance through Luis, primarily. Or they self-indulge on reader fic, because that's so much easier to write off as "just a fantasy" and not a statement on who Leon actually is as a character.

And it's just kind of sad, man. It sucks to see this happen to an entire generation of young women.

That's why I don't really get mad when I see the "siblings" shit out in the wild. I just feel sad for those people -- because they can't just say "I don't like the ship." They're so insecure and neurotic that they have to think of a reason why the ship is literally impossible to ever happen so that they don't have to be worried about it.

One day, they'll finally suck a dick for themselves and learn that it's not that serious. It's really fuckin not. Dicks are stupid, and the boys that are attached to them are even dumber.

#resident evil fandom commentary

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The 5 Most Normal Things I Could Find In That Death Stranding 2 Trailer

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The 5 Most Normal Things I Could Find In That Death Stranding 2 Trailer

Death Stranding 2: On The Beach’s latest trailer is aggressively bizarre. In 9 minutes and 40 seconds, the video assaults us with talking stop-motion puppets, sentient gloves wrapped around people’s necks, throat babies vomiting out spaceships, a samurai that sounds like an infant, and somehow, Higgs returned.

It’s so densely packed with weird stuff that, upon repeat viewings, I actually had to go out of my way to pinpoint anything remotely mundane. In a humorous turn of events, Death Stranding 2 is so overwhelmingly odd that every eye-brow-raising visual element is par for the course. Anything that isn’t a black oil-covered tube baby with a hilariously literal moniker voiced by Troy Baker is now the minority and, in turn, the “weird” stuff. They’re not easy to spot, so I took the liberty of doing it for you. Here are all the normal/boring/remarkably tame elements the trailer has to offer.

Fragile’s Water Bottle

Fragile uses this bottle to clean the tar off a mysterious person, which was encased in a cocoon-like shell early in the trailer. She might have filled it with water mixed with some dish soap. Maybe Dawn, since the commercials say they’re good for cleaning oil spill victims. I was waiting for the straw to do the macarena or for babies to pour out of it instead of water, but since neither happened (yet), that makes it a refreshingly dull liquid delivery device.

Guns

It’s kind of surprising that weapons are relatively conventional in this strange universe (poop grenades aside). Combat was my least favorite aspect of Death Stranding, so I’m not thrilled to see that Sam is still packing enough heat to take down an army of ink monsters. I look forward to not using them as often as possible; I need more room to carry my boxes, anyway.

Trees

The phrase “If trees could talk” has never resonated more than now. I would love their commentary on what it felt like watching the U.S. deteriorate from “It’s pretty weird here” to “We don’t even know if we occupy the same plane of existence anymore, God help us.”

Wall Pipe

Perhaps the most memorable moment of this trailer is when Higgs (who now resembles The Crow if he were a Cyberpunk 2077 character) uses his electric guitar sword thing to battle an imposing samurai who makes baby noises. You were probably too busy absorbing all of that nonsense to notice this perfectly regular wall pipe that just wants to do normal pipe things and not get involved in this foolishness.

Cooking Pan

Given the close-up this pan gets, I’m honestly surprised it wasn’t used as a branding opportunity. Maybe some fan has already magnified the image to reveal an OD release date carved on the pan’s bottom. If not, though, the pan itself seems uninteresting; what Sam is cooking with it, though, remains in question. He’s probably sauteeing those weird floating worm things.

That’s it. That’s all I could find. I can’t trust anything else in this game because everything is weird and probably has a baby inside of it. That desert? Likely a baby. The giant moon? It’s alive and probably has Mads Mikkelsen’s face on the other side of it (Kojima will name him something cheeky like “Majora’s Mads” or something). The floating soldiers represent every celebrity Kojima has lured into his studio’s body-scanning machine; their souls are now trapped within the strand. We have to free them.

I don’t know what Death Stranding 2: On the Beach is. Hell, I still can’t confidently explain Death Stranding 1, and I finished it. I just know that, whatever it winds up being, I really, really want to play it.

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Scuttlebug Jamboree | micah | ch3 body rx

One of Micah's best friends in the whole world is dead, so let's do a normal human thing and take a break to talk about the concept of speedrunning.

Speedrunning is the act of playing a video game, or section of a video game, with the goal of completing it as fast as possible. Speedrunning often involves following planned routes, which may incorporate sequence breaking and can exploit glitches that allow sections to be skipped or completed more quickly than intended. It is also the epitome of esoteric nerd shit that alienates any normal person you try to tell about it, and as such it's a great summary of how Micah has interfaced with everything in his whole life up until about two weeks ago.

Micah knew why he was in Sloth from the moment he saw his lounge key no matter what half-baked lies he tried to tell anyone else in the early stages of their confinement. His mask of stoicism had now been ripped off in the most embarrassing way possible, his character flaws laid bare; here was a man who had let his life go to waste in the pursuit of unproductive turbonerd bullshit, a man who had given up on himself before he'd even tried to get anywhere. Micah had no friends. Micah wasted his life between asinine jobs watching VTubers with jiggle physics playing Five Nights at Freddies and projecting parasocial friendships onto women who didn't care about his existence beyond the obscene amounts of money he gave to them.

Even though Micah had no interest in trying his hand at speedrunning video games himself, he had mastered his own form of the art. In every situation where anything remotely bad ever happened to him, no matter what it was, he blew through every stage of grief at a pace that would turn GDQ champions green with envy and landed on acceptance. Micah rolled over and accepted whatever happened, no matter what. He always had. He accepted he was the most worthless motherfucker on the face of the planet. He accepted he was never going to have a single friend. He accepted that he was destined for a life of mockery and that was how it was always going to be. Sure, he'd been given two fellow 'Sloths', but they both seemed like completely normal people. They weren't as bad as him. They weren't...

...well. That's what he thought.

And then the photo of everything including the Cinnamoroll 'bed' came out and suddenly Micah was experiencing the peculiar sensation of going from casual terms to the absolute best of friends with someone in the space of two weeks. All it took was one embarrassing text message chain to realise that him and Miri were, in fact, two little peas in a pod. That they had so much in common that it'd forced him to re-evaluate his entire world view, to take a step back and realise that he'd been making so many assumptions about everything that simply just weren't true.

Miri was like him. She was also kind, and brave, and even-tempered. She thought of herself as a monster, but in her shoes Micah would do everything she'd done and more. (Except date Shoji. Sorry, Shoji. It's nothing personal, you just don't have enough autistic failgirl swag for Micah's tastes.) Miri got his humor in a way few people did. Miri got his jokes. She understood most, if not almost all of his stupid nerd shit references. She was patient with him. Chastised him for his faults in a way that made him- not want to curl up and accept his failure, but actually try to improve. Miri was his Pompompurin oomfie. His mutual. His White Girl Wednesday. His ally in the metaphorical Posting Trenches. A member of his #TOFUSQUAD. And so many other things that he couldn't remember them all, even though it'd basically all happened in the course of those two weeks.

Miri made Micah happy. Genuinely happy. And it wasn't like Micah didn't suddenly have other friends! He did- he even had another best friend, a little sister, not to mention a girlfriend- but they weren't like Miri. They weren't Sloth. Micah would protect them all with his life, sure! But, again, it was different with Miri. She'd been there- since the beginning. By his side. On the same team. The same as him. Strong, but a little lazy, and certainly as dumb as him when it came to romance too. He'd never thought someone would kill her. Could kill her. Why? The concept baffles him. For a wish? Really? What wish could be more important than her?

Miri had become his friend in an instant. And now she had her life snatched away in an instant. So- Micah guesses he could do what he did for Raoul. For Poppy. For Wakako. Even, in a different way, for Olwin. He could close his eyes and accept what had happened, that there was no fighting against it, that all there was to do was take a stab at the whodunnits and numb yourself the best you could against the guilt. That everything was going to happen no matter what, so what's the point in anything but skipping right to acceptance? My Best Friend's Corpse Is Floating In A Pool, Let's Get Over It in 5 Minutes, Any% Category No Glitches, first on the leaderboard? Sounds about right for Micah. That's how he's always dealt with things. Maybe have a cry and go back to playing Pokemon Platinum.

...but of course he can't do that. Because Miri had told him not to. Because she had told him that he had worth, actual worth. Because if he treats this like he's treated everything else in his life, it's- it's not right. Not for one of his first friends in the world. Not for someone who meant the world to him. Micah will take his time. He will grieve. And he will, in his own way- perhaps not the most clever or successful of fashions, but his own way- figure out how to do this properly, not just cut to the end. Because he's done with accepting things that get handed to him. And because Miri deserves effort put in, not just his usual slothful repose.

Even if she did make fun of him for being a Vriska simp. Even then.

#ch3 #reaction #micah

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Action! | Ch. 22

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 2.2K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Adrian’s POV

I had expected to be called over to the Nu’est dorm sooner than I was. If anything, I was expecting to get a call letting me know Ren had left and if I had seen him. But I didn’t get any call like that. I suppose though, I couldn’t hold it against the boys. They just lost a vital member of the group. Granted, they all are vital members; still, Ren had been important. The cute little maknaes of groups are what really keep a band together. To lose the original and be replaced, it just never worked out. The boys needed a chance to cool off, if the angry texts responding to the picture I sent were anything to go by. But the culprit was labeled clearly.

Baekho that idiot!

When the call finally came a few days later, I went over as quickly as could. Of course, it was later in the evening because of my scheduling, but that was fine. I knew they would be waiting for me. The desperate pleas from JR to come save him from the other angry members told me so. I was braced from screaming and shouting when the door was opened. I had not expected to nearly be hit by a flying shoe. JR pushed me down as the shoe flew out of the apartment and hit the wall across the hall. I stared at him, eyes wide with terror.

“This is why I called.” He said. JR, after his incident of being homophobic had actually gotten better. I heard that he apologized to Minhyun for what he had said and how he acted and shortly after I had received my own apology. I forgave him quicker than Minhyun had. I had no ill feelings towards JR, the other acted like I knew many people would and like I had told them, he did eventually come around.

Reaching around, I grabbed the abused shoe and brought it in with me. I sat it down next to the pile of shoes and took mine off before walking in. “So I take it, they’re still not happy?” I asked.

“They’ve been trying for two days now to show Baekho why it was exactly his fault, but he just doesn’t seem to get it. He usually runs off to go be with Uee and After School noonas to cry to them about the problem. But they all have schedules today, so he can’t use that excuse and they refuse to let him leave the dorm. He may look strong, but with Aron and Minhyun teaming up…they’re stronger.” JR explained. He stopped at the entrance to the living room. He motioned for me to stop as well and he peeked around the corner.

“Okay, I have no idea where they went.” He said and stepped in slowly. He jumped as he heard something hit the wall to our left. We turned and stared in shock. Boys rough housed, that I knew. I’ve caught Kouji and Kai play fighting all the time in our dorm, but this…this looked like they were trying to kill Baekho. Well, it looked like Aron was trying to kill him, strangle him to be precise and Minhyun was aiding in the process by pinning the other down.

“Children!” I shouted. “Enough!”

The three looked at me. Aron gave me a look that dared me to try and stop him. I shot him back my own glare and took a few steps forward. He released Baekho then and got up, Minhyun following. The white tiger rolled over onto his stomach, coughing and crawled towards for safety.

“H-Hyung! T-Thank you.” He said between coughs. I looked down at him and glared, upset myself. He was the reason I was here, the reason why the two were trying to kill him. “JR-shii…take Minhyun and Aron out for something to eat.” I said.

“No way! We still have a bone to pick with this asshole.” Aron said, cracking his knuckles. I shot him another glare and he backed down. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and opened. Grabbing my card, I held it out to JR.

“Don’t go crazy.” I reminded him. He nodded and looked to the other members then. “Go.” I told them. It took them a moment, but they walked past. I could feel the anger radiating off them as they headed for the front door. It took a few moments, but the door opened and closed and Baekho and I were finally alone.

“Thank god.” He said as he climbed to his feet, rubbing his sore neck. Turning to him, I sighed, shaking my head.

“Let’s go.” I told him and led him into the kitchen. Sitting him at the table, I searched through the cabinets until I found a Ziploc bag. Making my way to the fridge, I opened the top door and filled the bag with some ice before sealing it. Walking back to him, I held it out to him so he could put it on his neck and keep the swelling and bruising minimal.

“I honestly thought I was going to die.” He said, watching me as I sat down.

“To be honest, I think you should.” I told him and frowned. His expression was that of shock. It seemed the information still hadn’t sunk in. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and brought up the picture of Ren. “You did this Baekho.” I said.

“How many times am I going to see that picture? I didn’t do that.” Baekho protested. I slammed my free hand down on the table.

“Listen to me Kang Dongho.” I hissed out. “Are you listening?” I asked. With wide eyes, he nodded. “Good.” I held up the phone again and showed him the picture again. “Take a good fucking look at this face Baekho. The tear stains, do you see them?” I asked. “You caused them. They’re from you. His decision to leave is because of you and your behavior. Do you know why? And before you answer that question, I want you to think long and hard Baekho. Take as long as you need to reply. I have all night, but think on your words before you answer.” I warned him.

Silence fell between us and I could practically see the wheels in Baekho’s mind spinning as he thought on my question and how to work his answer carefully. Though at this point I don’t think there is anything he could possibly say that could get him out of this situation.

“I…” he paused and sighed. “They said it’s because of me. Everyone said I made him cry, but I don’t know why. Honestly.” He answered. I looked him dead in the eyes and for the first time I actually took in how scared the other looked, how upset the other was about this. Ren told me that Baekho didn’t try to stop him, but could it have been because he was just as shocked as the other’s by Ren’s sudden departure? The look in his eyes, he looked distraught, out of sorts. Was this all a façade? Was this a mask Baekho put on to cover up how hurt he was as well?

“I believe you.” I answered and sat back in the chair and sighed. “Baekho, I’m sure the others have told you that Ren left because he liked you right?” Baekho nodded in answer. “They are not lying Baekho. Ren likes you so much.” I said. “And I could sit here and preach to you about how much he cares and is hurt by your actions, but I don’t want to waste my breath on things the others have already told you.”

“They have told me.” He said as he stared at me. “But, I just don’t understand. If he liked me so much, why didn’t he say anything? I don’t judge people. I didn’t judge Aron, or Minhyun, or you. Why couldn’t he be open with me?” He was a confused little child, that’s what Baekho was.

“Think back Baekho. Don’t you think you knew all along that he liked you?” I asked. In the short few months I knew these boys, I could see how Ren favored Baekho, and how he did everything he could to make sure they ended up on teams together, could spend time together. I wasn’t in their personal lives all the time, but I doubt it was any different behind these dorm walls.

“I guess.” He said. “Yeah, thinking back on it…I can see it.” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a groan. “Did I fuck up really badly?”

“More than you could ever know.” I told him. “Ren doesn’t want to come back, Baekho. He’s lost all hope.” I said. “He doesn’t think you like him anymore. That you don’t care about him. All your time is spent with Uee.” I said.

“He said that?” Baekho asked in shock. “How could he think that? I care a lot about him. He’s been my friend for a couple years now. We have such a strong bond…” he trailed off. Realization was finally starting to sink in for him. He was quickly learning about the mistakes he made. This was a good sign.

“I like Uee noona, but now that the show is basically over with and we’ve spent time outside of it, it’s just not working. We’re not as compatible as I thought we were.” He confessed. “Still, Ren was jealous of Uee?” he asked, looking back at me.

“No. He wasn’t jealous of Uee. He was hurt. He wanted you to be happy, don’t get things mixed up Baekho. Ren’s the kind of person who gets hurt easily, but if it means that his friends get to be happy, he accepts it. He was accepting of your relationship, but it hurt him deeply.”

“Fuck. I feel like an ass now.”

“You are.”

We sat in silence for a while. I wanted him to sit there and think. I wanted him to understand just what was going on and how it was affecting not just him and Ren, but the other members. For fuck sakes I walked in on Aron trying to strangle him.

“I have to do something.” Baekho said. I looked up at him and nodded. He hit the nail on the head with that statement.

“Do you like him?” I asked. He raised a brow at me and I saw him open his mouth to say something, but I gave him one of those looks and he paused. He thought about his answer for a moment before speaking.

“Yes.” He said and looked down as he rubbed his face. “Shit. Shitshitshit.” He said. “I never thought I was gay.” I laughed at that and shook my head. Baekho and Ren were so similar it wasn’t even funny.

“Look Baekho, I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Ren. You can like a guy without being gay.”

“Impossible.”

“It’s not. You can like a person of the same sex without liking any other same sex person. It’s not the fact that you’re attracted to the same gender, it’s the fact you’re attracted to another person. A person you like a lot, and feel so compatible with.” I explained. “Then again, you also like girls, so you could be bisexual.” I said.

He stared at me for a long moment and I sighed. Yeah, he had a really slow mind. It took a moment, but he finally processed the information and smiled. “Well…I guess I could live with being bisexual.” I smiled. Good. “Damn, I feel like a fool. I mean…for a while now I’ve been trying to deny my attraction to him. But…I don’t know why. I guess maybe I was scared of what that made me.” He said. “But now that you talked to me, I don’t really see an issue anymore.” I sighed and shook his head.

“Baekho, forget the titles. Forget what people would think of you. Listen to your heart.” I told him. “Listen to what it’s telling you. If you can do that, if you can accept yourself for what you are, for who you like without the need of a title, then you’re in great shape and I know you can help get things resolved with you and Ren.” I said. His head slowly nodded, but he didn’t look at me. He was concentrating and that was a good thing. It gave me hope in this hopeless time. I stood and moved around, patting his shoulder gently.

“You know hyungs number if you need more help. But Baekho, figure something out soon.” I told him. HE looked up at me confused. “I don't know how long Ren is going to go on. The pain is still there, even though he’s left. I don’t think he would do something so stupid but he might try to end it once and for all.” I said. That should light a fire under his ass. I left him there, fear evident on his face. He better do something now. I don’t think Ren would kill himself, but he needed something, some sort of sign to get his hope back. Ren was a beautiful person, both physically and spiritually. He didn’t deserve to be brought down into the depths of such darkness. He needed to be saved, to be brought back to the light.

And only Baekho could do that.

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