#this is totally not based on a real experience I just had shut up

[imtotallyokandnormal]

Totally not specific headcanon for Toby

Let us say Toby had to catch a bus and Tim was driving him to catch it before work. Toby asks if there is an atm at the bus stop, as he needs to take out money for the train. Tim, frustrated, stops at an atm at a gas station and comes back to give Toby a 20 dollar bill. Toby stares at the dollar bill in confusion before saying he needs a 1 dollar bill to ride the bus. Tim says "alright go in and buy something, be quick." Toby goes in, standing in the store like a deer in headlights. He has 20 dollars, but he needs 1 dollar to ride the bus. Due to basic math this would mean spending as close to 19 dollars as possible, right? So he starts grabbing stuff, only looking at the prices. Arms full of oreo packs and a singular nutter butter pack (in case he wants a snack other than oreos), he goes to the counter and receives two 1 dollar bills in change. Score! He has enough to ride the bus twice! He goes back to Tim, arms full of stuff, and Tim asks him why the fuck he has so much stuff. As Toby explains that he was in a rush and was just grabbing what he can find, Tim starts snickering. Already recovering from the gas station ordeal, Toby exasperatedly asks what's so funny, in which Tim responds:

"You know you could have only bought one thing for 1 dollar and they would've had to give you three 5s and four 1 dollar bills in change, right?"

Toby then fucking combusts on impact.

#this is totally not based on a real experience I just had shut up #i am not toby #tim is not my dad #on the plus side i have enough for exactly one more bus trip #toby rogers #toby rogers headcanons #normal ramblings!

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Male Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Female Reader - Someone nice, Somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Male!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when Angel made a joke that your toys must be worn to the base, you felt the need to clarify. Total virgin, never used toys or your hands for, you cringed, penetration. Everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Don’t let anyone tell you ya don’t need lube. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally touched you. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and down your ass.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with topping, it just wasn’t his normal role. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed past your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight ring of muscle and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your cock twitch, erection growing as nervousness was slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your growing erection. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your cock jump under his hand.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “You don’t really need it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube, and they wrapped around your cock. His hand slowly pumped up and down your shaft. “Sex math. Don’t need your virgin ass locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his hand made your body clench, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering hole made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Feels good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cock head. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive slit.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“You can fuck my face, baby,” He opened his mouth, tongue out, and looked up at you from your stomach. “I ain’t got a gag reflex anymore, popsicles slide in like— well, cocks.” He lowered his mouth onto you, leaving room for you to move. His fingers slowed in you.

You thrust up slowly, testing the sensation. His mouth closed around you, tongue moving along you shaft as you rutted into his face.

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

His fingers slipped out of you, your body closing back around the space where they were. That feeling of your hole tightening made you hungry for his fingers to spread you back open. His hand came to cup your balls, feeling the weight in his palm.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Gettin’ close already?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I need more, Angel.” It came out as a whine, shocking you a little.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your puffy and swollen entrance.

“You comfortable with gettin’ on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto your ass, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, erection now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your ass, swiping past your entrance, dragging the edge of your hole with the crook of his head. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet your entrance was gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into you. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, your erection jumping back to life.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Fuuuuck, Angel-,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel your orgasm returning after dying down earlier. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to stroke your own pulsing dick, slowly pumping. 

Angel’s hand came down and wrapped around your cock, taking over your own attempts. The feeling of him in you and around you was overwhelming.

“Cumming,” You hissed, squeezing his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowly milking you of every drop of cum.

Angel’s moans got louder, your body tightening in spasms as you emptied your balls onto the towel. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, dick jerking from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed, towel sticking to your stomach and thighs. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, nodding, making no effort to get up. One of his hands came down and ruffled your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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[bakubunny]

bunny can i beg for daddy izu crumbs if you have any ? whatever you’re feeling (totally can ignore this <3)

hi starr! no need to beg; i always intend to write some daddy!izu but never get around to it. you’re giving me a valid excuse to indulge that desire and avoid updating my masterlist yet again. gonna go with daddy dom izu & little reader bc that’s where i’m at rn. hope that’s okay. 🖤

here’s a brain dump based loosely off of this drabble. bc i know you’re okay with it: age play themes ahead, mention of caregiver/little (dd/lg), fluff ig?

i hc daddy izu as one that’s pretty soft; like i could definitely see him being as mean as they come, won’t put up with bratting of any kind, etc., but i could also see him being content with being soft and loving almost all of the time.

that doesn’t mean he’s not rough in bed tho; i think with him it’s a 50/50 mix, and he’ll usually adapt to what you need and enjoy it just as much.

he likes to plan his scenes out well ahead of time, but he can also do things on the fly with enough experience under his belt.

daddy izu enjoys orgasm control - delay, denial, overstim, ruined orgasms, the whole bit. he doesn’t do it all the time bc it’s not his top favorite thing to do with you, but he likes the variety it allows. he can be as nice or as mean as he wants at any given point without having to be harsh, and he knows harsh can be very overwhelming when you’re not expecting it. and more importantly, it’s all based around pleasure, which i believe a softer version of izu would be all for.

not much of a sadist outside of spanking and maybe some impact play. he really only does it if he knows you want (or need) it. he’s a fan of maintenance spankings bc they can be used for a variety of purposes - to keep his sweet thing in check, but also give you regular times to enjoy being a bit of a masochist if that’s important to you to name two.

he’s the kind of dom that’s not like… a jack of all trades? but he can adapt to what you want or need pretty easily with a little research, and he doesn’t have a specific area of interest outside of ddlg in this context? if that makes sense? anyway.

daddy izu has always known he likes to take care of people. he’s a hero, after all. it takes him a while to accept how far that actually goes. he struggles with it. it’s only thanks to the internet that he figures himself out while he’s young (early 20s).

by the time you meet him he understands dd/lg dynamics in theory, but he’s never been in one. heck, he’s not even sure if he wants that or can give that to someone with his status as a pro hero.

but that doesn’t stop him from slipping here and there and showing that side of him, especially when he sees how you melt under his care. he’s pretty sure he’s picking up hints that you might indeed be a little, but he’s way too embarrassed to ask.

izuku the kind of person that pulls the little side out of you when you’re too ashamed to show it. he showers you with sweet encouragement and doesn’t mind how needy you get. tells you, “it’s okay, sweetie. i love how much you need me. don’t ever be sorry for it.”

he feels his heart get warm and fluttery the first time he gets a real taste that his inkling might be right. maybe it’s the way you swing your feet so cutely when he “pampers” you by putting on your socks and shoes, or how you sort of melted into him and got shy that one time he carried you from the car to the bed because you were too tired.

or perhaps it was the most obvious moment, when he caught you watching a kids show, coloring on your own to de-stress. izuku had mixed feelings, ones of warm confirmation and others of pain watching you fold into yourself so quickly. he hated the way you immediately turned the tv off, snapped your coloring book shut, and tried to hide it like you had something to be ashamed of.

so izuku did the only thing he could think to do. he sat down next to you, gave you a kiss, and said, “hey, princess. whatcha got there?”

his smile was bright and kind as ever; he was trying to show curiosity rather than overwhelming excitement. but the look on your face told him you were hesitant.

“nothing, i’m just drawing,” you said. “sorry.”

his heart fell as he gave you a curious look. “no need to be sorry. can i see your drawings? i bet they’re very pretty.”

you tucked your head as heat prickled the apples of your cheeks; his tone of voice had shifted, but you couldn’t quite place it. “izuku, it’s dumb, really. don’t worry about it.”

“none of that. show me how well my girl draws, hmm? i want to see what you made,” izuku replied.

you considered it for a moment. then without looking up, you pulled the book of sanrio characters from your chest and opened to the page you had been working on. heat flooded your face. tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“baby, that’s beautiful! i love it,” he said.

“thanks,” you said softly.

izuku’s enthusiastic response was far from surprising, but what caught you was his tone once again. and it clicked - you’d heard that tone of voice before plenty of times. it was the same one he used when he bent down to talk to small children who ran up to see him. you weren’t sure if you should feel humiliated or if -

“you’re doing such a good job, little one,” he said. “i’m proud of you.”

you froze. you looked to him. though you were on the brink of tears, his smile was still bright, albeit nervous.

“really?” you said.

“yeah! of course i am. do you have another coloring book, sweet pea? i’d love to draw with you.”

you pointed to the black backpack at your feet. izuku pulled out the only hero themed coloring book you had.

“i think this one’s perfect, don’t you?” he asked.

you pulled him in for a tight hug and nodded.

#not sure i like it #but i rly tried #also i will always and forever love the ‘first discovery of something abt your partner’ trope bc it’s soft like me 😤 #hope this wasn’t too redundant #bakubunny #midoriya izuku #tw age play #tw daddy kink #💖 #🧸

[thebisexualdogdad]

So glad you enjoyed the One Piece live action! I haven't seen it, but does Sanji smoke in it like he does in the manga? If so, I have two requests based on the same premise lol.

Sanji x Reader where his partner gets him to give up his smoking habit

And a Nami x Reader where Nami gets the reader to stop smoking by using her pickpocketing skills to slip him a tangerine everytime he reaches for his lighter.

And if he doesn't smoke, maybe just a Nami x Reader where Reader is part of Zoro and Sanji's bickering, and Nami is sick of the competing between the three so flirts with R to fluster him so much it ends the argument entirely?

Nami x male!reader

"I didn't need your help," you huff, returning to the ship after fighting a group of pirates on the island you were docked at.

"That guy would have put his sword right through your chest if it wasn't for me so you're welcome," Sanji says matter of factly.

"He's right Y/N he totally saved your ass," Zoro adds just to piss you off.

"Don't start Zoro I seem to remember saving you when four pirates ambushed you at once," you quip.

"I would have beaten them," he says rolling his eyes.

"Sure you would have bud," Sanji laughs.

The three of you continue bickering about who's the best fighter, Nami watching annoyed in the background.

You and her have had a will they won't they ever since you joined the crew and it was reaching a breaking point.

She was over the three of you constantly arguing so she did the only thing she knew would get it to stop.

"You think you could take me tough guy?" She asks confidently, joining in on the conversation.

"Well I-" you mutter, turning around to face her.

"Would let you win," Sanji says under his breath.

"I mean, Nami, you're an incredible navigator but you don't exactly have a lot of experience fighting," you reply.

"So? I've learned a lot over the last few months watching you guys, I think I could surely get you on your back," Nami smirks, stepping closer to you.

Sanji and Zoro look at each other knowing full well that you had a thing for her and this was making you quite flustered.

Flustered enough to make you stare at her, mouth hanging open and completely dumbfounded.

"What? You wouldn't like me on top of you?" she says leaning in to whisper in your ear, "that's a shame, I think you would look real good underneath me."

You're left speechless with Sanji and Zoro snickering as Nami proudly struts off to help Usopp get the ship headed in the right direction of the next island.

"She shut you up real quick," Zoro grins.

"Did she get you all hot and bothered mate?" Sanji laughs.

"I hate both of you," you say, trying to collect yourself.

Luffy then comes back to the ship's deck, arms full of snacks, "hey Sanji what's for dinner?" He says with his mouth full, "you okay Y/N your face is all red and stuff."

You dramatically sigh and head to your bunk to cool down.

"Was it something I said?" Luffy asks, looking between Zoro and Sanji but they just burst out laughing leaving Luffy even more confused.

#one piece imagine #nami imagine #nami x reader #nami one piece imagine #fic #x male reader

[wh0re4harrington]

I’m Serious / Robin Buckley x Henderson!Reader

Summary- basically bsf to lovers, but it’s all fluff.

Warnings- none it’s all fluff oh and fem!reader duh cause it’s robin

Word count- 4.1k

A/N- I’m probably gonna right a pt 2 to this that will be smutty hehe, also please let me know if y’all like this, i tried to write the characters the most accurate as i could but i’m totally open to advice lol <3

“Ahoy” You said as you walked through the door of the family video, smiling at Steve as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Never gonna let me live it down huh?” He said

“Not a chance Harrington”

You, Steve, and Robin had all worked at Scoops Ahoy together last year before everything went to shit, and all three of you had ended up tied together in some russian base underneath the starcourt mall. It was a terrible situation but it made for a great bonding experience. You were just thankful yall got out of there before you got drugged like the other two.

You and Steve had become friends because of your little brother, Dustin, who somehow became attached to Steve's hip during the group's first round with the Mind Flayer. It didn’t bother you that he was always around because you knew Dustin needed him, Steve could give him advice that you couldn’t.

Besides it gave Steve someone to hangout with when you and Robin wanted to have girl time. After saving the world together you and Robin had become basically inseparable. She was your best friend, and probably the funniest person you’ve ever met. She complimented you very well, because she never shut up, and you loved to listen. It didn’t matter if she was ranting about some new avant guard french movie she saw, or the music she was working on for band, you were always happy to listen, and chime in whenever she ran out of breath.

“Here to pick out you and Robin’s movie for tonight?” Steve asked as you reached the counter, leaning on it with your elbows.

“Yup, I think I want some time of romantic drama today, figured it would be better than last week when we watched Nightmare on Elm Street” You chuckled.

“No I’m serious Y/N, what if it’s real?! I mean if the upside down is real how can you be so sure that some man won’t creep into my dreams and murder me right here in your bed???” Robin said frantically “ I mean seriously we fought a giant monster made out of human flesh and rats with a girl who can move things with her mind! Her mind Y/N! Anything is possible!” She paused for a breath.

“I'm sure he isn’t real Robin, we can sleep” You had said trying to convince her

“I’m going to make a cup of coffee” She said before quickly getting up. “Being murdered in my sleep is my second biggest fear you know! Right behind rabies!” She had shouted while jogging down the hall.

“Yeah, that is the last time we watch a horror movie” You said.

“Hey I told you when you rented it, that it was a bad idea” Steve said while rewinding the tape on some random movie. “You just don’t listen”

“I listen” You protested leaving the counter and walking towards the drama section “Just not to someone who uses Farrah Fawcett hair spray” You laughed running your fingers along the VHS tapes that started with the letter A.

“I swear to god I’m gonna kill your brother, Henderson” Steve said “I said that in confidence” He mumbled upset.

You disagreed though, it wasn’t a bad idea.

You breathed in through your nose, the smell of peaches and warm vanilla filled your nose. You had always loved the way Robin’s shampoo and perfume mixed to cause this intoxicating aroma. After a few hours of claiming she was gonna get murdered in her sleep Robin had finally gone to bed, her arm was strewn across your body and you were facing each other. You examined your messy hair, tousled from sleep, and all her little freckles, the way she rose and fell with breath. You felt a butterfly in stomach as she unconsciously pulled you towards her. And thats when you snapped out of it. ‘Oh my god’ You had thought. ‘I can’t think about her like that, she is a girl and not just any girl, my best friend.’ You panicked and scooted away, rolling over. ‘And I like guys right? Right?’

You had stayed up the rest of the night, mulling over in your head what it meant, the butterflies. You thought back to all the times you had hangout with Robin, and the way she made you feel. ‘Shit.’ You thought. ‘I like Robin’

You didn’t see anything that peaked your interest in the A section, you moved onto the Bs. “hmmm” You hummed while you read the titles until one caught your “The Bostonians” You mumbled as you grabbed it and walked towards the counters.

“Harrington, will you pull up Robins rental history, I don’t wanna spend money on a movie she has already seen”

“Alrighty, uh what movie is it?” He asked while staring at the computer screen.

“The Bostonians,” You said.

“Nope, you’re good” He said and you slide the VHS over the counter towards him.

“Okay cool” You smiled.

“Oh my Mom watched this the other day, apparently there are lesbians in the movie, so Robin sh-” Steve cut himself off. You raised an eyebrow at him, suddenly nervous that maybe Robin would think it was weird that you had picked out that movie, and maybe she would catch on to the fact that you might be lesbian.

Steve must’ve seen the panic on your face because he quickly began talking again “I mean uh, Robin will love it the cinematography is right up her alley, lots of artsy shots and symbolism or whatever” He said handing you back the movie as you passed him some cash. You were nervous now, well more than you already were before finding out that you were bringing a lesbian movie to your best friends house who you might have feelings for.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, looking at you concerned.

“I- uh um yeah” You fake laughed “ Why would I be nervous? It’s just lesbians? Why would that bother me? Is there something wrong with a girl having feelings for another girl Steve?” You word vomited out.

“I-I, no no there isn’t anything wrong with- I love lesbians” Steve said flustered, you looked at him weirdly “ I mean- No not like in a pervy way- I just mean that they are cool. Like nothing wrong with it. I support them or- I'm an ally…I think thats the word for it” He said.

“Oh…cool…good” You smiled at him, turning to leave.

“I didn’t say you were nervous by the way!” He said looking at you questioningly. You froze, turning back around.

“You didn’t? Oh silly me” You laughed nervously

“Are you? Are you nervous to hangout with Robin?” He asked still confused

“Whaaat? No? Pfft” You huff trying to play it cool like Steve wasn’t about to piece everything together.

“Uh Yes you are!” He said triumphantly “But why would you be- Unless…” It looked like a lightbulb went off in his head “OH MY GOD” He squealed “You have a cr-”

You cut him off by running up and slamming your hand over his mouth.

“Harrington!” You whisper yelled “Shut the fuck up right now, before someone walks in, or Keith hears” You said, his eyes where wide as you removed your hand.

“I didn’t know you where gay!” He whispered “Why didn’t I know this, we have been friends for so long!”

“Well I didn’t know till like a week ago so” You huffed

“That explains why you never tried to flirt with me” He laughed

“Yup okay I'm leaving now Steve” You rolled your eyes before turning to leave,for real this time.

“I won’t say anything!” He said “But you should tell her! Trust me!” He said before the door closed behind you. What did he mean by that, ‘Trust me?’.

One Year Earlier

Robins POV

“Have you…ever been in love?” I questioned Steve, while sitting on the bathroom floor after just puking my guts out cause I was drugged by Russians in a base underneath the mall.

“Yup, Nancy Wheeler, first semester senior year” He says through the stall, before doing a fake gunshot sound.

“Oh my god” I rolled my eyes at him “She is such a priss” I said thinking about Nancy Wheeler, chief editor of the school paper, valedictorian of my grade, I think she is dating Jonathan Byers

Steve paused “Hm. Turns out, not really”

I scoffed at him “Are you still in love with Nancy?” I prodded

He paused for a moment “No.” He said finally

“Why not?”

Another pause.

“I guess because I found someone who is a little bit better for me.” He pauses again.

I think in my head, I think about Y/N.

“Its crazy” He continued “Ever since Dustin got home he’s been saying You gotta find your Suzie, You gotta find your Suzie” He said

Suddenly I was confused, I’m sure he is talking about Y/N which hurts but who was Suzie?

“Wait who’s Suzie” I ask

“It’s some girl from camp” He breathed from the other stall “ I guess his girlfriend? To be honest with you I’m not even 100 percent sure she's even real” He chuckled

I nodded my head, less confused now.

“But thats not- thats not really the point” He paused “That doesn’t matter, the point is, this girl, you know, the one the one that I like” He pauses. My heart clenches, if it’s Y/N I’ll just have to suck it up, they are my friends first, and there is no way someone wouldn’t like Steve back, he is Steve Harrington for crying out loud.

“It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school.” He pauses, and now I’m confused again because I remember watching Steve and Y/N have conversations in Mrs. Clicks class. “And I don’t even know why” He continued “ Maybe cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or I wouldn’t be prom king” He paused

“It’s stupid” He huffed “I mean Dustins right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. Cause first of all she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time…And she’s smart, way smarter than me.”

That’s when things start to click for me and my heart hurts. Steve is opening up to me about this, and I can’t even reciprocate it.

He continues “You know, she can crack, like, top secret russian codes, and…You know? She is honestly unlike anyone I have ever met before.” He finished

My heart breaks as I lower my head between my knees. ‘Fuck’ I think. I bring my hands up and run them through my hair.

“Robin?” He asks softly before taping on the stall wall in between us. “Robin, Did you just OD in there?” He asked, concerned.

“No” I say, letting out a sigh. “I…am still alive” I breathe. And sigh again knowing that I was going to have to decide whether I was about to come out to the first time, to none other the Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington or lie to him by making up some other reason. But the worst part of it was that either way I was going to be hurting him, someone who despite all the odds, is one of my best friends. I lean back against the wall propping my leg up against the stall. Thats when I hear the squeak of Steve’s shoe as he slides under, into my stall.

“That floor is disgusting” I say looking at him, his face was all busted up and swollen.

“Yeah, well I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so..” He jokes dryly and I chuckle a little.

“What do you think?” He asks.

“About?” I respond trying to play dumb.

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome” I say still avoiding

“She is awesome.” He nods his head “ And what about the guy?”  He asked

“I think he is on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight” I responded hoping he was just high and babbling, but knowing that wasn’t the case.

“Really? Cause I think he is thinking a lot more clearly than usual” He responds looking me in the eyes.

“He’s not.” I say harshly before continuing “Look, he doesn’t even know this girl.” I continued, the look in his eyes wasn't upset, or angry, but instead it was full of care, and that is when I decided. “And if he did know her, like-like really know her, I don’t think he would even want to be her friend.” The words hurt as I said them, the fear creeping into my voice.

“No, that’s not true” Steve said “No way is that true” He leaned forward.

“Listen to me Steve,” I said nervously. I am really about to do this. “It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you” I pause “I really like you, but I’m not like your other friends, and I’m not like Nancy Wheeler.” I say hoping that's enough.

“Robin, that’s exactly why I like you.” He said clearly not getting it.

“Do you remember what I said about Mrs. Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” I asked

He nods, “Yeah”

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you.” I take a deep breathe in preparation “It’s because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.” I said

Steve being visibly confused, “Mrs. Click?” He asked puzzled and I laughed.

“Y/N” I answered “I wanted her to look at me. But” I breathe “She couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.” I say glancing up at his hair somehow still perfect atop his head. “And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag.” I pause as he stared back at me

“And-And you didn’t even like her and I would go home and just scream into my pillow.And then this summer, I see it again, the way she laughs more when you’re around, and getting to know her, the music she likes, her laugh, I- I just” I said stopping before the lump in my throat got to big. He looked at my confused

“But…Y/N’s a girl…” He said looking at me still not getting it.

“Steve” I whisper, begging him to figure it out.

“Yeah?” He said, and I could see it click in his brain. “Oh.” He said softly

“Oh” I nodded my head.

“Holy shit”

“Yeah” I looked up “Holy shit” I can’t believe I actually just came out to Steve. We sat in silence for a few moments, the air felt heavy “Steve, did you OD over there?” I asked.

“No, I just, uh just thinking” He said looking at his hands

“Okay” I said quietly, nervous.

“I mean yeah Y/N, you know she’s cute and all, but I mean she’s a total nerd” He said smiling at me. And suddenly the air felt lighter

Present

It had been a few hours since you had that odd interaction/accidental coming out with Steve and you were now nervously waiting outside of Robin's house for her so you could drive to your house to watch the movie, since your parents weren’t home.

You couldn’t stop replaying that last thing Steve had said over in your head. Why would he want you to tell her? Did he want you to risk ruining your friendship? Or did he know something you didn’t? These questions had been plaguing your mind all day to the point that you had even asked Dustin where Eddie lived and gone to buy some pre-rolls. You had smoked before, the occasional joint shared between you and Steve wasn’t unusual, and sometimes Robin had joined in on the fun. Your plan was to bring it up casually before the movie started, to try and use it to calm your nerves.

Finally Robin comes out of the house, and makes her way to your passenger seat.

“Hey Henderson” She smiled, chewing on some gum. Suddenly you didn’t feel so nervous, it was just Robin, she was your best friend.

“Hi” You chuckled as she put her seat belt on, you watched, making sure it buckled before you backed out. “Is that a new ring?” You asked, noticing one with a black jewel.

“Yeah, you like it?” She asked, wiggling her finger in front of your face. “Isn't it cool? I thought it would make me look all mysterious, you know? Cause it's black” She said, pulling hand back to look at it herself. You chuckled, and seemingly from nowhere gained the confidence to test the waters

“I like it, it’s hot” You said trying to sound nonchalant, you could see Robin freeze, blushing. “And mysterious” You added looking over at her smiling.

“Thanks-uh thank you” She smiled, blush still lingering on her cheeks, which to you was a good sign “So uh, what movie did you pick?” She said after clearing her throat.

“The Bostonians”

“Is that the one where the girl is in love with the other girl?” Robin asked, playing with her rings.

“Yeah. You know you can just say lesbians?” You raised an eyebrows.

“Oh yeah I know.” She said, “I just- I uh didn’t think you would like uh- those kinds of movies” She said sounding almost nervous, which in turn made you nervous because what if she was uncomfortable and maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oh uh…do you want to grab a different one? If I speed we can make it before Family Video closes” You said nervously, checking the time on your watch

“No!” She said quickly “I-I want to watch it”

“Okay, uh me too” You cleared your throat “I- uh I went by Eddies earlier”

“Munson?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, while bringing her hand up to bite her nails.

“Yeah, he plays DnD with Dustin” You said “He also happens to sell these babies”

You reach over and open the glove box, where 2 perfectly rolled joints sit.

Robin grabs one and rolls it between her fingers “Oh so it’s that kind of movie night?” She laughs and you nod “In that case we should stop and get snack, cause last time we smoked with Steve he only had barbecue chips, and you know I’m a salt and vinegar person so I was like starving and I can not do that again”

“Your wish is my command”

You pull into the first gas station you see for snacks.

“All right princess, let’s go” You say getting out of the car. Robin rolls her eyes at the pet name, walking into the gas station.

“Hmmm well we definitely need peanut M&Ms because they are simply the best candy, crunchy and sweet and not messy. But then we need something sour to cut the sweetness, so nerds ropes cause again they are crunchy” Robin says as she walks down the candy aisle. “But we can’t just have candy, and I don’t like the way popcorn butter makes my mouth feel so I’m thinking…Bugles?” She turns  

“Whatever you want” You smile, grabbing the M&Ms and Nerds Ropes

“Well you're no help” She huffed before grabbing a bag, she made her way over to the drink cooler and grabbed a mountain dew and a doctor pepper.

“Aw, you knew what I wanted” You say, hip bumping her.

“Well yeah, you get the same thing everytime” She chuckled “Besides I think I know everything about you”

“Not everything” You say, bumping your eyebrows and walking towards the counter.

“What? What do you mean? I-I how? We have played 20 questions at least once a week for the past year! There aren’t any questions left!”

The snacks were laid out on your living room floor in front of the mess of blankets and pillows you and Robin had thrown on the floor until you thought it was comfortable enough.

“Dammit” You mumbled with the joint between your lips. The lighter was being a bitch and not working.

“Here let me” Robin said, scooting closer and grabbing the lighter from your hands. Her fingers were soft, and her rings were cold, you could feel her touch linger there even after she grabbed the lighter. She leaned in, her face much closer to yours. You examined her face as she brought the lighter up to the end of joint, lighting it on her first try. Her face lingered there, in the closeness, for a moment. Something about what just happened seemed oddly intimate for such a mundane thing.

“Uh- wow you made it seem easy” You say before taking a drag. You hold in the smoke for a few moments.

“I have the magic touch” She chuckled. You blew out a soft cloud of smoke before laying back onto the pillows. Robin followed suit, layin down as you passed her the joint. You watched as she took the joint between her lips. She looked so perfect in that moment, hair strewn out, her ringing fingers holding a joint, laying next to you, that familiar peach and vanilla smell now laced with weed.

“Pretty” You whispered, not sure she could even hear you. She didn’t respond but you knew she heard because of the soft rose color that spread across her cheeks as she let out the smoke.

“Jeez Henderson, making me blush today huh?” She tried to play it cool, offering back the joint.

“Just being honest Buckley” You said, before taking another long drag.

“Oh shut it” She said shoving your arm

“What? I said you’re pretty? I’m not lying” You said releasing your hit.

“Come on, you have to say that” Robin argued

“Robin seriously?” You raised an eyebrow, turning onto your side, leaning on your elbow. “You’re like a total smoke show” You said.

“Y/N stop” She said covering her face “For real.”

“No Robin, I’m serious you are hot, like have you looked in a mirror?”

“Y/N” She said softly, suddenly the mood in the room shifted. “Please, stop”

You stared at her, she seemed sad, which confused you cause you were trying to give her a compliment. Maybe she thought you were joking.

“Rob, are you okay?” You asked, reaching towards her but she rolled away from your touch. “Come on Robin, talk to me” Still no response, which caused your heart to feel like it was being squeezed “I- I’m sorry, I don’t whats wrong, but I’m really sorry”

“You didn’t do anything wrong” She said, finally rolling back towards you.

“Well then why are you upset?” You asked. “I was being serious Rob”

“That’s just it Y/N, I know you were being serious, it's just-...I- it’s just nothing. It's nothing.” she said, sitting up. “Lets just watch  the movie” She said as she got up to go press play.

“No” You said sitting up, you were upset that she wasn’t telling you why she was sad “It’s not nothing. You’re upset, I want to know what is wrong Robin. This isn’t like you, you’re my best friend and I-”

She cut you off “Thats it Y/N, I’m your best friend, but I don’t want to be your best friend” She said turning back towards you. Your heart sank as the words fell from her mouth. You could feel the immediate lump forming in your throat, maybe you had been too forward with the hints. Maybe she thought you were some sort of freak lesbian, and wanted nothing to do with you. “I want to be everything to you Y/N. Because that is what you are to me, I want to be able to hug you, touch you, and say everything I have been wanting to say for so long. My world has revolved around you since Mrs. Clicks class sophomore year, and after last summer you have made my life so much better. Everytime I’m around you it’s like the world stops spinning and all the noise in my head goes away. I’m sorry I was upset but it's so hard to hear you say that about me when I know you don’t mean it the way I want you to mean it. I want you to call me pretty the way a boy calls a girl pretty and I'm sorry if I am totally ruining everything right now but-”

“Robin.” You cut her off. Your heart was beating out of your chest with pure unfiltered happiness. You stood to walk over to her

“Yeah?” She choked out nervously

“Stop talking” You said before cupping her face and kissing her.

The kiss was full of emotion and passion, it was like you both had been waiting your whole lives for this moment and honestly you were. After a few moments you pulled away from each other, resting your forehead on hers.

“Woah” She said, looking at you shocked.

“I told you I was being serious” You giggled.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x fem!reader

[freshmangojuice]

I know it’s been said before but it still fucks me up that rimmer isn’t Rimmer you know. like yeah he’s a hologram but he’s also just not rimmer. it’s not like he’s his ghost. he’s a computer simulation of the real rimmer based on his memories and personality and everything. you could make the argument that if rimmer had survived along with lister, he would react to things differently and have different opinions because even in the future a computer would still have limitations. it can’t know how he would have grown and developed as a person, it can only guess. I feel like I’m not explaining this well but do you think lister ever thinks that when he’s talking to rimmer. like this isn’t him. the real rimmer is dead. I’m talking to a computer ai right now. I’m feeling very emotional about this

I am also very emotional about this and apparently I have a lot to say about it so bear with.

Firstly, what gets me the most is although the boys act as though our Rimmer is a continuation of the Rimmer that died, he's not. He's fully not. He picks up where the dead Rimmer left off but that doesn't mean he has his soul. And even the Rimmer the nanobots brought back isn't the old Rimmer either. He's basically the same as a hologram except he's made of matter.

And the other thing I wanna talk about is that Lister for sure is cognisant of Rimmer being AI. But if he thinks about it too much he will spiral. That’s why in TPL when cat is being an asshole to Rimmer about how he doesn’t exist, it’s Lister that tells him off. I still think that moment is mostly for Rimmer’s sake, Lister knows he’s sensitive about it and how it can affect Rimmer, but it can also affect him!! He’s basically saying 'shut up don’t remind me that my best friend isn’t technically real!! Because the moment I believe that I’m screwed!'

I think also when he’s younger and Rimmer is soft light it doesn’t cross his mind at all. And if it does, it’s not that huge of a deal because he hasn’t lived like this for that long. Rimmer's a hologram run by a computer and the real Rimmer is dust, what difference does it make?

But by the time Rimmer gets his hardlight drive I think it’s around then that Lister's psyche is affected. Because they’ve been together for several years now, they’re so used to each other. And Rimmer being a hologram is totally normal, just like the cat is totally normal, and Kryten is totally normal. Even though the cat is a cat he's not a human, and Kryten is a robot. But now Rimmer can interact with and touch things, they can share meals if they want, and he’s so much more like an actual person. That's gotta be when it starts to get kinda fucked. The lines blur.

Series VIII is barely cannon to me, but Lister getting to meet nano!Rimmer, the human Rimmer that he used to know- that’s a big deal when you think about it. And we think a lot about the time difference between them and how Lister has all these wild experiences and changed as a man and this Rimmer is just back to how he was when he died and it's so weird for Lister. But what about just the fact that he's real? And the lines blur even more because now it's very clear that the Rimmer he knew was a computer simulation of a dead man. But now the dead man is his bunkmate and that's confusing.

Fast forward to BTE and if you're like me and agree the Rimmer in BTE onward is the original hologram who became Ace, then what the fuck does Lister do with that? He's clearly attached and considers him to be real, he treats him like he's a human being (as much as these two can anyway). But the difference between now and when he was 23 and they were first reunited is now Lister has all this history and confusion with this hologram of Rimmer. And deep down he knows it's AI. But he can't believe that. Because if he believes that Rimmer isn't real, then that means he's so much more alone than he's been pretending to be.

Human connection is what MAKES us. So if you can't accept that this hologram counts as a person, then you have no one. And that makes you no one.

#Just to be a bit personal for a second here too: I have had a couple of long distance relationships #where I never even met the person. it was all online #and from what I remember it feels like it could be similar #like questioning how much is real. how much is just me projecting? should I be investing in this less? should I be investing in this more? #situations like that really make you question your OWN humanity tbh #fmj #fmj: text #red dwarf

[somuchwhatever]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Got tagged by @somewhereapart, and I figured y'all may be sick of seeing me just post fic so here ya go.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

305,612

3. What fandoms do you write for?

AO3 tells me I've written for Battlestar Galactica, Buffy, General Hospital, Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order: OC, Lie To Me, Stargate: Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, and The West Wing. And I honestly can't think of any others outside of just ficlets I've tossed into the wild over the years.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Flinktober 2022 (EO, SVU/OC)

i remember skies (EO, SVU/OC)

gala (EO, SVU/OC)

bizarre love triangle (EO, SVU/OC)

Chautauqua (EO, SVU/OC)

I did not include one that was cowritten with a bunch of other people because I will always assume the kudos are for them.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As often as possible. If someone takes the time to comment, I want them to know that i care enough to acknowledge and thank them for that kindness and effort. Especially when I write mostly for a fandom where I've seen people specifically state that they will read works but NOT comment on them as some sort of punishment for whatever random/imaginary fandom sins the writer whose free content they are enjoying has committed. That's just dumb and unkind, so I make the effort to let people know their comments are appreciated, even if it takes weeks to circle back.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. There are several chapters in the first flink posting that would qualify, but I'm going to go with my largest Sam/Jack (SG-1) fic, Gravity Sings. It's hard to pretend it's not angsty when you've literally killed off half the planet.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm. Not really sure. I'm a sucker for fluffy endings, so I tend to write them quite a bit. Maybe waltz or Chautauqua?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally, but I shut it down quickly. If you come up in someone's space where someone is providing you free entertainment and be rude? Don't expect a pass from me about it. The scroll bar isn't difficult to use, and neither is the back button. I use it frequently on poorly-written works or things that may be well-written but just aren't my thing. What I don't do is sling entitlement issues around demanding things be written to my satisfaction (unless you employ my beta services, in which case, you asked for it!). :D

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I never really did prior to the first flink experiment, and I created that experiment purely to practice writing smut. Well, I take that back. @rgrdsalxndra would be the first to remind me I'd often cockblock Elliot and Olivia by having them dream-smutting without real-life release. But I started that project with the express purpose of getting better and more comfortable with writing smut, so I'm making that the hinge point.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Because SVU and OC are different shows, I write them regularly. But if you mean out-of-universe crossovers, I've only really written one, R.E.M. (SGA, BSG, Buffy). It was based on a prompt from an LJ friend, "Elizabeth Weir, Kara Thrace, and Buffy Summers walk into a bar..."

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware. There are much better people out there to steal from. Also, I always assume if something is similar to what I've written, it's because fandom truly does become a hivemind at some point. Nothing new under the sun and all.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware. If I had to guess, I'd say Gravity Sings would be the most likely candidate since SG-1 fandom is probably the most global and that fic has been around much longer than any other likely candidates.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Wrote Wet Dream with much better smut writers than myself in a group chat, and a bunch of us in SG-1 fandom way back in the day once built an SG-1 AU loosely based on The Big Bang Theory called The House That Jack Built, and I have several entries in that little universe.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

How does anyone pick this??? I love them all for different reasons. I will say EO has a grip on me nobody else ever has, but then they have that 25 year slow burn that is just absolutely and sickly delicious.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Glazed and Fired (SGA) was originally the first part of a 5 Things fic that got away from me, and I had always intended to go back and finish it but eventually just put it away for good. I fully intend to finish my others (Skies, I'm looking at you).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Grammar. Economy of language (this is also sometimes a weakness). Getting into the head of characters who are typically very closed off.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel my writing is way too mechanical. I'm also still not comfortable writing smut. I always walk around with a sense of imposter syndrome with my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm literally one class shy of a degree in French, and I had to write many upper level term papers in that language, but let me assure you I have zero plans to ever write in another language. I sincerely applaud those of you who do.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stargate SG-1

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Geez. It probably changes regularly, and I'm hesitant to say because my faves are never anyone else's. all i ever wanted (a rather dark Elliot-centric fic) holds a very dear spot in my heart just because of how my muse just grabbed a keyboard and churned it out. This is not a popular opinion, and hardly anyone read it, but I still love it a lot. And just because it was the first fic I wrote that was widely recc'd, I have a soft spot for Things Not Dreamed (SG-1), a Sam & Jack & Daniel fic written from Daniel's POV.

tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags):

@morethanwords229, @whatbecomesofyou, @samwrites99, @rgrdsalxndra, @shut-upjohn, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#fanfic #ao3 #memes #writing #writer stuff #sg 1 #buffy the vampire slayer #lie to me #l&o svu #law and order oc #law and order svu #battlestar galactica #stargate atlantis #stargate sg1 #west wing

[kohiandie]

Hiya! I’m not really sure where to look for this info (sources I’ve found conflict with each other), and I’ve bought keychains from your Etsy store before so you may know? Are artists allowed to sell fan merch on Etsy, or is that some kind of copyright issue? How are you doing it? I’m a beginner artist and I eventually want to open my own shop but I’m a bit intimidated lol

soooo, it's a bit of a loaded question, haha. we have a lot of experience with etsy, their copyright system, customer service, etc.

technically, etsy does not allow the sell of any kind of intellectual property that belongs to someone else. before, they used to mostly just ding on listings that had trademark names in the titles, but now, a lot of the copyright strikers are going through and looking at listing photos, at the actual content of what people are selling.

so -- it leaves a lot of artists kind of in a complicated spot.

when it comes to the copyright strikers, i can give you (some) good news from actually communicating with some of them, including 'remove your media', which was one of the biggest copyright strikers for anime merch in particular. (art & merch for books has been totally fine on our end!)

remove your media is no longer working on etsy to strike down most anime merch. that's franchises like berserk, nge, jojo, & more that are basically free to sell their merch now. that being said, we are aware they are still working with viz media -- they've striked down our one piece stuff, for example.

about a year ago, we had a huuuuge mishap with etsy shutting down our main shop. they gave us several copyright strikes and we actually went ahead and contacted the copyright striker (remove your media) to resolve it. the guy was actually super, super nice & said that because they're mostly targetting bootleg / dropshipping shops & because he really loved our cause (ie. the rescue), that he would let us continue to sell our work, even if it was technically copyrighted. companies like his own are basically hired by funimation, viz, crunchyroll, etc. to strike down copyrighted / trademarked material across the internet -- etsy, amazon, & more.

so, he contacted etsy directly and got all our strikes removed, got all our listings put back up. we gave him all our listing numbers and he whitelisted them with his company.

it was a super, super kind thing of him to do but! periodically, a strike would still happen, we would email him, he would get it put back up. even with this system in place, though, etsy went ahead and still shut down our shop. :- ) it was a whooooooooole horrible mess. most of our income at the time was coming from etsy because they have SUCH a good marketplace. one thing i will give etsy that is so integral to growth: they get your art & products out there.

unfortunately, that was as much as the copyright guy could do for us and we just basically kept fighting etsy for about a year, until they finally decided to give us our shop back because it was apparently shut down "accidentally".

this is the mess that is etsy:

i think i'll always recommend them for getting your name & art out there, but it's particularly hard for people making merch from existing franchises right now, so tread very carefully! if you get one strike, take down all your trademarked merch ASAP so you don't get multiple & don't get shut down on a whim by etsy.

etsy is mostly functioning on ai. they don't have many real people working behind their customer service or even the bots that shut down people's stores, so every day, tons of people get their stores shut down completely for no fault of their's, trademarked merch or not.

SO ESSENTIALLY: while etsy is a fantastic base for growth & actually making some income off your art, i absolutely recommend investing in other ways to make it as well. make your own shop front / website via squarespace or shopify or bigcartel to have on the side with all the same products. send business cards in all your packages with your socials & main site. DO NOT COUNT ON ETSY or RELY on them for your main source of income, because they are totally unstable and it could really bite you in the ass (like it did us) at some point.

i really hope that didn't make your thoughts worse LOL i know you mentioned being intimidated but alas, artists really do have it rough OTL we're all just out here trying to get our work seen.

ps. i have receipts & proof of communication but for the sake of not wanting to get anyone in trouble that wanted to do something nice for us, i'm not going to be naming anyone / posting them here!

#answers #andieanswers #phew sorry abt that aaaaaaaaa #i hope it makes sense??????

[gcldfanged]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Kkeungi

pronouns — He/Him, They/Them

preferred comms — I know people hate tumblr DMs but I really regret giving new mutuals the opportunity to bug me on discord due to some bad past experiences. I kinda wanna be more selective about communication on Discord.

name of muse — Jae-hyo Yoon//Whip

experience in RP — I started RPing in AOL chatrooms when I was 13 because that or Tabletop were the only platforms we had, give that a moment to sink in.

best experiences — I love meeting new people and connecting, the creative process and collaboration is always super fun. If I wanted to write fanfic, then I'd just do that. I like having someone else to bounce ideas off of.

pet peeves/dealbreakers — Vaguing and taking blocks too seriously. I also say right there in my rules I don't make personal disputes public and so far, nobody has respected that at all. They'll get personally offended and vague and one of my friends will see it and it just makes me mad since I'm the one always ending up being the 'bigger person' and I don't even bother defending myself from people who shit-talk about me or make assumptions based on hearsay.

Just not plain respecting me is really annoying too, like we can reach a meeting point if we just communicate?

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I love angst, fluff only if the characters aren't USED to having nice, domestic moments. Smut is entirely based on my mental capacity to write it without thinking it's garbage- I tend to really worry about my writing getting 'boring' or repetitive with smut.

plot or memes — I'll be real, I love plotting... I'm in this for the long haul, but I also totally get that memes can make interactions so much easier- Especially if the mental/emotional energy is low.

long or short replies — I can never shut the fuck up, so I tend to go long.

best time to write — Depends on my work schedule.

are you like your muse? — I think I inject a little bit of myself into every muse I take on, like how I portray my Genesis as having AuDHD and bipolar. Surface level, Jae-hyo and I are of the same nationality and have survived incredibly dire straits. He's still a character that exists entirely separate from me, just the same way my canon muses are separate from me, personally.

#◈ ooc #◈ about the mun #◈ dash games

[sophia-sol]

I've been thinking some more about my gender presentation of late. I mean, thinking about how I dress and present myself to the world is kind of medium-key on my mind all the time, but this year I'm trying to more deliberately work on figuring out what kind of wardrobe and styling makes me feel happy and comfortable with myself.

And I've been making great progress with that, and it's very exciting, when I look at myself in the mirror and go "YEAH!!!" instead of just being like "well I have no arguments with this outfit."

When I was in my late teens, I stopped wearing pants. Full stop. Skirts or dresses all the time, for every occasion, in every weather. And I kept this up for….dear lord I just did the math and I think it's 10 or 11 years of absolutely no pants, with a couple years on either side with majority-skirts but occasional pants. At my peak I had a collection of over 50 skirts, most of them real statement pieces. I did the skirt-wearing for a number of reasons, some of which I was able to articulate at the time and some of which I wasn't.

But I think that ultimately one important facet of it (which I absolutely did not understand at the time) was that if I wore something so distinctly female-associated as a skirt, was known for it in fact, then I could experiment with gender in other ways without being concerned I would be seen as rejecting my assigned gender. I was wearing a big ol' flag of femaleness on my bottom half at all times! So I was able to inch towards a more masc presentation in other ways without totally freaking out and shutting myself down. (I mean, I still freaked out. I have a dreamwidth post from 2016 about how scary and forbidden it felt to wear men's button-up shirts, and get a more masculine haircut. Even with my skirts! But I was able to make those forays, despite the difficulties.)

But as I grew in my confidence in wearing more masc clothing, the skirt-wearing eventually fell by the wayside. By 2019, I was wearing pants one day a week, on fridays, feeling daring at the pants-featuring outfits I put together. And then the pandemic began, and I spent multiple years being able to wear anything on my lower half and not have anyone outside my household see me, and never having to use public washrooms. And freed of having to worry about what opinion people would have of my gender, I found myself almost never wearing skirts anymore. My default became men's pants and men's shirts, and I only bothered pulling out a skirt with the thought that I really ought to make more use of my excellent skirt collection, which by this point had been pared down to only the very best skirts.

But with my new default of men's clothing, I kind of ended up wearing just any old thing. Especially in the first year or so of the pandemic, I did not want to venture out into shared public spaces, so going to stores to try on clothes was right out, and I just ordered a few things online to fill in the basics of what I needed, based on what fit me and looked respectable and wasn't too expensive.

These outfits didn't exactly spark joy, but they were easy enough to wear, and felt comfortable, both physically and genderwise. And eventually I realized that it no longer felt comfortable to put on a skirt.

(did I maybe cry a bit at the realization that it was time for me to pack away my skirts? look, obviously I did, they were a huge part of my identity for so long, and I still love them, even if they're not something I want to wear anymore!)

But one of the other big things my carefully curated collection of skirts did for me was that they allowed me to dress in ways that were dramatic and visually interesting and off-beat, they enabled me to make statements with my clothing, and standard-issue men's clothing is uhhhhhhh not that.

So I've been working, of late, to develop a coherent and consistent and more me-feeling style and way of dressing now that I don't wear skirts. It's a work in progress, not least because the kinds of clothes I want to wear are hard to find! There are some significant gaps in my wardrobe to be able to fully make the clothing statements I want to all the time. But already I'm making enormous strides.

And dressing myself is FUN again, the way it used to be in the heyday of when I most enjoyed wearing skirts! I think I've spent the last 5 years at least not having fun with my clothing, when I always used to love putting together outfits. I thought it was just a casualty of growing older, but NO, I just needed to figure out a new approach to clothing that would make me happy again!

I don't know whether my current gender presentation will be a long-term or permanent thing for me. I used to derive a great deal of genuine joy from my wonderful skirts, after all! And it's impossible for me to have feelings about clothes that are siloed from society. I exist in a society, and my sense of how people see me based on my clothes is an intrinsic part of the collection of feelings I have about the clothes I wear. At least, it is right now. Who knows what will happen in the future! But for now: I'm having fun.

#soph's exciting life

[echoes-lighthouse]

Bananas and Lychees for the general selfship asks please!

Haha YES thank you Emile <3 ^-^

Here's the ask game if other people want to reblog it but I THINK I've actually gotten every single thing asked to me already!! I just have to make my way through my inbox!

lychees ✦ do you use self-shipping to explore dynamics that you otherwise wouldn't in real life? if so, what dynamics (if you're willing to tell)? do you use self-shipping to imagine things you do want to experience in real life?

Little bit of both! I use my selfshipping 90% as escapism: usually that's higher-energy dynamics that I just don't have energy for in real life. Me and my IRL partner are very homebound due to mental and physical disabilities so even a lot of my positive selfships are like... not things that I currently want because I know they would just exhaust and hurt me lol

And then of course I do have darker ships where I specifically explore dynamics I would never want in real life, where communication is shut down and one person has all the power, or it's a constant struggle between us for domination. None of which I would ever want: I am very concerned about comfort in my real relationships (both my own and my partners') and I literally have never skipped a chance to over-communicate.

The only place in my selfships where I feel like I really am exploring something that I want is in some of the specific non-sexual kink dynamics that I have with some of my f/os: it's something that I haven't had for a while and I would really like to have again with a platonic partner in kink.

bananas ✦ do you have any ships unrelated to self-ship?

BOY DO I!!!

Shipping is literally soooo important to me as a person and has been for a lot of years: I recently made a top 100 ships list (and I'm almost done moodboards for each one) and I'm going to expand it to a top 200 ships list as well!!!

If anyone wants to hear about MORE of my ships or why I ship them or anything like that then you can so totally hit me up, but here is my top ten list!!! (under a readmore for people who don't like canon shipping)

I made this list based on the idea of 'what dynamic I'll never be tired of: if I was going to read a new AU or fic idea, which pairing would I like to read it about?'

ECHO'S TOP TEN ALL TIME SHIPS

10: Spock/Kirk (Star Trek)

9. Jack/Bitty (Check Please!)

8. Holmes/Watson (Every Source)

7. Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, book version)

6. Rey/Kylo (Star Wars)

5. Lan Zhan/Wei Ying (The Untamed/MDZS)

4. Charles/Erik (X-Men Movies)

3. L/Light (Death Note)

2. Skulduggery/Valkyrie (Skulduggery Pleasant)

Dean/Castiel (Supernatural)

(yes, my shipping taste in my top-tier tends to be very basic and match AO3 trends, because the more content I consume about a ship, the more I ship it! So it's rare for rarepairs to get up in those high brackets for me, but you can tell how much I LOVE them when they do get up there: looking at you, Valduggery)

#ask games #kink mention #nsft mention #hark i say nothing #about me #i can write an essay on any of my top ten ships #any of my top 100 actually

[nazmazh]

I think I've realized why I've taken to Lethal Company moreso than I have other "Definitely needs to be multiplayer"/collaborative games (Yes, you can try to play LC solo, just like Minecraft, all the zombie survival base-builders, etc. But they all work best with a group):

Because my schedule's rather asynchronous with a lot of my friends, I'd pop in when I'm able, but in the meantime my friends would have developed so much more of the base/tech tree/etc. Which is great for getting geared up and running out to do things, but it's so easy to feel completely left behind, and have utterly no idea what's going on with new mechanics, or just not having gained the personal experience/skill to equip to you do things in the world like they are. Plus, like, it just feels kinda bad to show up, grab a bunch of gear, help for like, 1, maybe 2 best-tier available things, then not help again until they're several tiers down the road - You're just mooching gear and appearing occasionally, y'know?

Lethal Company has a built-in mechanic (unless you're using specific mods) that after a certain point, the loot quota will become impossible to meet. Total party wipes - complete ones, not just a lost round, though those happen too and are fine - happen at some point, and the game is reset - All the new gizmos you had are gone. What little decor there is to the base gets wiped out.

This means you jump back in and off you go again, no muss, no fuss.

And even with better weapons/tech, there's only so long you can be out in moons before the ship will leave, so your daily cycle's gonna be overall pretty similar. Plus, there's certain monsters that are just plain immune to all damage and can fuck up even the most experienced of salvagers - Your coil-heads, your ghost girls, etc.

Even discounting them, the traps, hazards, and regular monsters can still end you very quickly - You don't get any extra health/defense ever. No immunity to lightning or quicksand, and a bracken or balaclava worm can still mess you up if you don't notice them in time.

So basically, there's only so much anyone can do to gain better equipment in this game, and personal skill and familiarity with the game are helpful, they're not complete protection against what the game throws at you. You're expected to die frequently. Everyone is. It's not a huge deal if/when you do.

Also - The whole use of cycles means that the gameplay loop only lasts so long - One day's visit to a planet at a time. Then 3 days before you have to sell items and get a new quota to meet.

Plus, like my current ongoing-staple, Dead by Daylight, once dead, you can spectate your friends and cheer them on - Bonus, your other dead friends join you in doing this. Meaning you can take a quick break if you'd like, or have something to do while waiting for next round [Okay, yes, you theoretically might want to stick around and watch to cast a vote to JUST LEAVE, but it's not super-common that we've encountered scenarios where that was necessary] -- Also, the orbits between rounds mean that you can take a break without hampering your friends, everyone can be ready to get going before you start - Something that's not really possible in real-time/persistent games).

Actually, the group I'm in has been having a lot of fun with doing low-gear runs, since that's going to be the default state of many runs - We'll get a ton of flashlights, and the teleporter to recover bodies/the occasional emergency evac. And that's usually it - We might get a handful of shovels here and there, to varying degrees of success. We've started using ladders for certain pain-in-the-ass fire exit ledges.

But almost nobody uses walkies, because that tends to get us killed as often as not because of the noise - Or you have to shut them off preemptively, which means they're not helpful anyway. And I say this as the team's most frequent ship-duty guy. If monitoring, I can usually get doors and hazards from the monitor screen and hopefully send codes when necessary.

Limited gear makes it easier to replace when you have a crew of like, 8+ people at any given time (because if you're playing this game, you really, really should be playing with a mod that lets you have an utterly ridiculous number of crew and get everyone in on things). Having that many people contributes further to the overall slapstick mood/feel of the game.

Anyway, yes, TL;DR: - I've been loving Lethal Company. And I think I'm understanding why this game is clicking for me while cooperative survival/base-building stuff hadn't been.

Can't wait for more content (might have to take a shot at modded new moons/facilities, perhaps).

#Lethal Company #Video Games #Multiplayer Games #Collaborative/Cooperative Games

[givehimthemedicine]

🧲 let's talk about power and magnets and soteria real quick

not feeling super coherent tonight but *gestures vaguely* constant symbolic and literal connections between psionic power and electrical power and magnets, and to power being surged / shut off / drained / stolen. I don't even have enough room for screenshots of Joyce's whole magnet plot.

according to this article, Brenner's MKUltra experiments on Terry Ives involved not just drugs and sensory deprivation, but electromagnetic stuff. by ~1970 he's not just making random shots in the dark - he already knows what forces are involved with strengthening psionic powers because he already knew how to suppress them in ~59.

soteria isn't magic, it's something ordinary old Brenner was able to develop using ordinary old science - and it didn't take years of research after obtaining Henry, either (I figure he had to have it already in the tattoo scene or the restraints wouldn't have mattered). my money says it involves magnets interfering with Henry's electromagnetic blablah or maybe just creating a small but constant drain on his battery. maybe his powers aren't shut off, just weakened, like he said?

as for tracking him - if he's telling the truth about that part - idk what GPS technology was like in `59, but if soteria has magnetic properties, I wonder if Henry could be tracked in the same sense as Dustin's compass needle deflecting to the gate?

now about Will:

admittedly this is based on a shaky series of assumptions and limited understanding, but just to toss the thought out there -

HNL took scans of Will's brain when he was possessed in season 2. IF these are MRI images, and IF I'm right about soteria involving a magnet, that seems to me like a vote against the idea that Henry put soteria in Will's neck while he was in the UD.

that thing made a distinctly metal noise when it hit the floor. if you've ever had an MRI, you know you can't go in there with any metal on or in your body, because an MRI is a REALLY powerful magnet, and if you have anything metal in you, it could get dislodged or pulled out, and/or the metal thing can heat up and burn you, and/or it can screw up the image.

if Will had an MRI not knowing he had soteria in him, it could have gotten ripped out like El ripped out Henry's, or at least pulled on his skin painfully enough to alert him to it. there are kinds of metal that are nonmagnetic and MRI safe, but the whole point of this thing, I'm theorizing, is that it involves a magnet so

even aside from soteria, I'm curious about the possible effects of a super magnet on Will while he has the MF in him.

actually wait one last tangent. anyone who cares, can you check out the particles-coming-alive scene in 3x01 (try about 11:30)? I'd gif it but the detail is too fine.

is ALL the debris I'm seeing throughout the scene shadow particles, and the particles are just not totally homogenous? or are the ones we first see shimmering on the floor metal bits (this being the floor of an abandoned steel works after all)? once the shadow takes shape, I'm sure I see distinct areas of shadow-cloud and other shimmery reflective stuff. am I to understand this as metal shavings being swept up with the shadow? in other words does it have a magnetic pull?

imagine Will's body being thoroughly infused with magnetic particles and going in an MRI tube lol

#why. why do they keep wanting me to notice those power lines outside the wheelers house. #what if soteria is a tiny lil baby Clarke-Byers solenoid. or something. #soteria #henry creel #will byers #maybe henry still has powers in the lab but only enough to like. knock over a styrofoam cup. so he just keeps it to himself #pretty sure the power lines / wall sockets thing is just a palatable way to say electrocuting people #but can yall help me keep an eye out for conspicuous electrical outlet imagery. I can think of a couple but not enough to build a case on #analysis #mine #givehimthemedicine analysis

[911-on-abc]

same anon here AGAIN (i swear i do actually have a life‼️im making this my last ask so this doesn’t go on forever lol). i’m also a TRC freak lmao— Lee Mandelo’s essays on the series are available on Tor, there’s one for each book, they hit like a truck, totally recc. based on what u said, you may not be as interested in the car aspects of summer sons :( it is more pedal to metal, how fast can you go before crunching your shit on the guard rail becomes an inevitability n not just a possibility. i don’t come from that family, but my friends and i are dumbasses and the hills in the gorge are so alluring. absolute fucking respect for your scene, somebody’s gotta make cars look good, i would LOVE to learn those skills; probably gonna fuck around and find out vinyl wrapping my mom’s subaru just bc i want that ability so bad. i unfortunately haven’t had the chance to screw with a real, good electric car. the potential for that fuckass amount of power intrigues me to no end i basically dream about it. aside from my dream mustang, i kinda flirt with the idea of restoring an old firebird like my dad had and shoving the stupidest electric engine i can find in it. blasphemous or nah? i’m excited 2 see what you eventually think about summer sons: the characters and world are really what shines about it, so hopefully the cars won’t get you too bad. if u put stuff in the tag in the future i’ll probably find u again! i love a good discussion, maybe we can talk shit then

TESLA HATE GANG 4 LIFE

hahaha no worries! and yes I did read all of the essays. they were good!!

also do not get me wrong, I love going fast and racing, but I can't risk getting a criminal speeding violation. I gotta pass background checks and qualify for security clearances, so I keep all my racing to road rallies lmaooooo.

re: the firebird and restoring it, electric engines aren't a thing, just electric motors (unless you want to get into semantics) haha. but my family actually has two classics with electric motors in them and we're working on our third. In my experience, most car people are impressed with EV conversions. some cars just don't have the battery space for a conversion to work, but deciding to go the conversion route can actually open up a lot more cars for you to work with bc 'oh it doesn't have an engine? we'll take it' kind of deal. but we're talking about classics here. no one is converting their 2015 evo (okay maybe there is one crazy guy out there doing it but like ??? why???) okay anyways it's my turn to shut up now asdfghjkl

but yeah when i get back to reading summer sons I'll make a post and tag it so u can find it!! thanks 4 chatting with me anon <3 <3 <3

#also: FUCK TESLA #oh my god their manufacturing quality is absolute fucking dog shit #watch me as I go vroom vroom in my 50 year old car #my dog is in the back seat he's laughing at you #my post #not 911

[levmada]

college au and "we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want." and visit? but with levi comforting us this time?🥺

suki all your hurt/comfort requests have FED me thank u. i definitely didn’t base this fic off a real life experience btw. i hope u like it!!😌

One muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

content/warnings: pining Levi pining Levi, hurt/comfort, mention of cheating, college sucks basically

wc: ~1.3k

You really thought you had yourself together by the time you reach Levi’s apartment door. You had one whole flight of stairs to cut away the knot twisting your throat, and to wrangle the shakes in your hands.

But here you are on his doorstep, hiccuping softly, smearing tears across your cheeks. That dumb welcome mat of a panda peeking over ‘WELCOME!’ in quirky font that Hange gave him as a gag gift for his housewarming mocks you.

(It doesn’t fit him at all. The only reason Levi kept it is to have visitors wipe their feet at the door.)

You’re overreacting. It’s just, all these issues have been piling up until you hit your last straw today.

First of all, your roommate is useless. You hate to say that about someone, especially a first-year, but it was up to her to wash the dishes and take out the garbage three days ago. And for two consecutive nights she instead went out. The night before she was complaining about period pains, so she was bedridden all day.

Admittedly, you’re a petty bitch and you two agreed that it was her responsibility, so you just left. That was today.

Most recently, the dorm was picking up such a disgusting stink that you went to shower, but the water was freezing, so you gave up.

At any time, showering off is a smart idea whenever you go to see Levi. You’re just friends, but you’ve seen strangers he has unapologetically wrinkled his nose at. As friends, Levi’s jeers at Hange for their lack of hygiene is relentless, but as long as you’re apologetic, he’ll throw you some deodorant.

But you’re not clean, and shit, even if you were, you plan to apologize for showing up unannounced like this.

You’re still rolling explanations around in your head when the door abruptly shudders open, revealing a disgruntled Levi in the biggest sweater you have ever seen, at least for someone as small as him. It could double for a white dress—the hems wave around his lower thighs and totally swallow his hands—but he has sweatpants on regardless.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks, a little lamely.

“Um.”

You inwardly chastise yourself for forgetting. One of the metal rungs on the stairs is notoriously squeaky. It would be up to Levi to fix it, only he never bothers because it keeps him from having to install a doorbell.

Mikasa says he’s frugal to a fault.

“Well, I...” That knot in your throat makes a reappearance, and with a vengeance. “I-I didn’t know where else to go. I’ve just, been kinda having a shitty day.”

You sob softly and open your mouth to explain, but Levi has already stepped away with the door at his back, motioning with his head for you to come inside. You were too busy staring at your shoes to notice the distressed furrow in his brow until now.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me,” he continues to grumble once the door is shut. His eyes follow you as you shuffle your shoes on the mat and kick off your shoes.

He then insists he take your coat. Then your scarf. And hat.

“This is what friends do, isn’t it?”

“You won't believe the day I had!”

You don’t need to ask permission to launch into a rant about the past few days; you have a lot to get off your chest.

You give him a recap of every shitty thing that has happened, with a couple choice words to describe your roommate—“Probably a spoiled brat anyway,” he remarks—but you hesitate to rant about your boyfriend.

Levi makes a face from his spot bundled up on the couch the second the topic comes up. That sweater, a gift from you, threatens to swallow his knees like it does his wrists.

“Did he do something?” Levi asks, tone dark.

He has a bit of protective streak around everyone, so you always remind yourself not to look into it too much. Your boyfriend just happens to not be so great, sometimes.

“Maybe,” you acquiesce, followed by a stressed sigh. “I mean, I don’t know for sure. I shouldn’t assume.”

Levi raises a brow.

So, maybe your boyfriend hasn’t been paying much attention to his phone the last couple days, because you’ve barely texted even though he’s been active on all his other social media.

It’s not a total shift from the attention you’re used to getting—

Levi cuts you off in the middle of your depressing monologue. “Don’t let him get away with that shit. He’s supposed to pay attention to you.“

“He’s just busy most of the time,” you argue weakly, wringing with your hands, which are freezing. “He has a full workload, plus a job, and the track team...”

Levi huffs through his nose and crosses his arms. “Not an excuse.”

You kind of regret saying anything. Never ever will Levi ever relent and comment anything positive when it comes to your boyfriend.

Does it make you a bad person that you find his over-protectiveness kind of super comforting?

Still.

You go on to explain, “He completely ghosted me three days ago.” You thrust your phone up in the air to bolster your point, but Levi is too far away, and so he ends up jerking your wrist closer to his face to read the messages (or lack thereof).

“Who the fuck replies with ‘K’ to a good morning message?”

To your relief, steam is practically pouring out of his ears; you feel less crazy for being upset.

“I know, right?”

You pull away, your knuckles brushing as you do.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you try to rejoin your train of thought. “So, I thought hanging out would make me feel better, only I showed up without telling you, so I’m sorry.”

“Be sorry that you stink.” He shows you a sour look.

That’s the thing.

“I don't have any hot water. Either she’s been taking a lot of baths, or the pipes froze. You know, wintertime.”

“Why not both?” he scoffs, but then, he turns a little sheepish. “Look… I don’t mean to assume, but your roommate’s been flaking on you for three days now, right?”

You blink. “Yeah.”

“And your…” Then he sighs. “Nevermind.”

“…Oh.”

Frowning, you stare down at the cushions. Is that anxiety in your chest, or your heart shaking, threatening to shatter? Him, cheating on you?—With your own roommate? Sure, they have track together, but.

Fuck.

Levi pulls you out of your mind. “I see that shitty look on your face. Just forget what I said. You shouldn’t assume, remember?”

You sulk. Everything else you’ve been dealing with considered, should you let yourself be surprised?—Put more energy into being hurt? The relationship isn’t that serious, but shit, new tears are filling your eyes.

You sniff. “You know what? I’m being stupid. I’ll go home and take a shower.”

“Is…” Levi turns red. “Is it because of what I said?”

“No!” you say, a little too fast. “I just don’t know how I didn’t see that sooner, really. I’ll be back after I shower.”

As you go to stand, Levi also hops to his feet and discreetly sidesteps so he blocks the front door.

He puts on hand on his hip in defiance. “No, you’ll freeze. Use my shower.”

You gawk at him. “Levi, I couldn’t.”

“Use my water?” He deadpans. “Please. The landlord covers it. I’ll make dinner so you don’t have to deal with more disgusting dishes.”

That, you won’t let slide. On your feet, you wander over and flick his forehead. He makes a face at you, but the hardness in his expression has smoothed over.

“You’re too kind,” you murmur, and look down.

Does it also make you a bad person that you kind of wanna kiss his cheek?—Are those butterflies in your belly?

“I’m not,” he stammers. “You can. You… You had a shitty day. We can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want.”

When you look up, it’s his turn to stare at the ground. The pink blush rising to his cheeks compliments his total shyness, and—

He’s being really, really cute.

So… you surrender. Movie night and pizza with Levi it is.

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T*mdaya reader anon here. I decided to sleep on my reply and I'm glad I did bc I initially misread the tone of your post (responding to my first ask). Thank you for entertaining this dialogue on your blog. I think I now have a better understanding of the types of interactions/comments from T*mdaya fans (more like stans) that you have found frustrating and even troubling. I agree that the stan culture is out of control and unhealthy. I have even been troubled by the degree some fans have tracked the location of T or Z. So, maybe I'm not truly deserving of the T*mdaya label.? Ha. These labels are kinda weird AF anyway. I like Tom and Zendaya and I think they are an adorable couple. And, when I read your fics, I vaguely picture Zendaya and Tom as the physical embodiment of your Peter/MJ characters. And, that's about it -- I just let go and allow myself to be enveloped in your character arcs and story lines. Btw, I have to say that Magic Hour is truly one of my favorite fan fics. The way the racial elements are infused in the story is brilliant. You had me bawling when describing the magazine(?) interview Peter gave (the one where he essentially dissected his white privilege). My husband is a white guy, so I totally identified with this piece. It reminded me of why I married my husband -- he got it, much like Peter did in your fic. And, tbh, this is one of the reasons why I find Tom and Z so endearing -- bc I can relate to their racial dynamics (although, I'm not Black, I'm Mexican-American).

Anyway, my point here is that it seems like the concept of a T*mdaya fan is like a large umbrella encompassing fans of various, shall we say...fervency.? So, when I see someone reference a T*mdaya fan, I automatically assume that I'm included in that reference, even though that's in conflict with my feelings about labels. Thus, I got offended when my reaction to NWH was equated with that of a 12 y.o. But, now I realize you were conceptualizing a much more fervent T*mdaya stan when you wrote that.

I'm about to shut up, but I would like to point out one last thing in reference to you saying "I get squicked out at the realization of just how many people like the actors first and then the characters second, to the point of wanting what the real people do in their real lives to be represented in fic." It may be helpful for you and other authors to know that sometimes people like the actors first and then grow to love the Peter/MJ Marvel or comic characters that you have based your fics on. I have personally found Peter more and more endearing the more I read fan fics. So, for me, reading your and others' fan fics has been a gateway to appreciating the Marvel and comic characters. And, I know I'm not alone in this.

Take care and sorry for the rambling dissertation.

It's a broad label that absolutely generalizes, but is based on a lot of anecdotal experience both here and in the depths of twitter (derogatory). I know I'm not the majority when it comes to fans of the mcu versions of peter and mj (namely in that I didn't know / care / grow up with these people) but to me, it gives off the same vibes as the gwendrew fans did for TASM and why as a default I’m very much “block first ask questions later”

(Which, coincidentally enough, the desire for a happy ending for that story parallels NWH to me in a lot of ways and even more so because that's even more of a comic storyline with a definitive ending compared to Peter and MJ. Did people want Peter and Gwen to have a happy ending because they genuinely liked the characters and wanted to see them happy... or how many of those people just wanted to see an opportunity for Andrew and Emma to kiss, hold hands, and be cute on screen for fan edits and rpf fanfic or tumblr meta posts? The hundreds of tweets wanting Peter and MJ to canonically just get coffee and hold hands instead of the Spider-Man™️ ending we actually got gives me the same vibes.)

(Which isn’t to say you have to love NWH or like the ending by any means but I just— personally— don’t trust the “I hate the ending” crowd when 97% of the time it comes from someone with a Tom or Zendaya pfp, that also posts thirst traps and paparazzi photos like forgive me,,, I’m gonna have a harder time believing that’s a Character Decision Critique compared to wanting to see the blorbos kiss but that’s just me™️ — there’s LOTS of reasons to criticize NWH and lots of reasons why the ending is Not Good but almost never for the “””Right””” reasons imo but I digress)

And I should say for the record, just like there's nothing wrong with loving (1) particular adaptation, there's nothing wrong with liking the actors first and that making you love the characters as people. To me, it's less how you got here but more what you do when you ARE here.

Far it be from me to say 'you can't love peter parker unless you love THIS version' because that's dumb as hell. But the blurred line between people who like the actors, like peter and MJ and then want to effectively read fic that not only borrows from their real life and (presumed) details of their relationship, but then hyperfocuses on removing the Spider-Man™️ aspect…

It squicks me out and why I get so 🤺 about it as a rule. Reader fic exists. Regular romance novels exist. I want the Spider-Man fanfic i read to be… about Spider-Man lmao.

Nevertheless, I can’t tell people what to think (nor do I want to lmao) and there’s always exceptions to the rule. I’m very glad to hear you didn’t take my tone as anything other than what it is, polite discussion! I know I have a reputation for being ✨ bitey ✨ but 1) I rarely bite first 2) i simply love discourse I won’t lie I LIKE talking these things out, be it via anon or the DMs of which are always open!

#seek speaks #spideychelle #petermj #ngl you censoring t*mdaya had me on the floor (in a good way)