- Found family trope, which I will never get tired of in a million years
- You know that post asking for a series with a dark, fucked up, tragic beginning that gradually gets happier when the series progresses? Leverage is basically that. Four out of the five main characters have pasts that range from ‘Mildly sad and lonely’ to ‘Holy shit you’re fucked up’, but the show takes that and then makes them better. There’s no gritty downspiral, no one gets killed for shock value, it’s an action series that’s actually fun.
- Did I mention it is hilarious? Because it is. Really. Friggin’. Funny.
- Broody man getting called out on his broody man-ness
- Broody man having an awesome ex-wife who has moved on from the divorce, still cares about her ex-husband but is not bitter and also does not get jealous but instead becomes friends with ex-husbands new partner.
- No. Annoying. Love. Triangles. Just one glorious OT3.
- Ladies telling dudes they need more time before embarking on anything romantic and then getting as long as they need without anyone pressuring them into something they’re not ready for.
- Basically: HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT
- The resident nerd is not a stereotypical white boi geek, but a rather buff and very attractive black man. You know who is a stereotypical white boi geek? The villain.
- Not only relatable heroes, but relatable villains. I mean, everyone has been screwed over at least once by the type of scumbags portrayed in Leverage, so watching them getting taken for everything they own gives me tingles. Tingles of vindication.
- There’s one episode with two female leads that’s basically ‘Fuck the Bechdel test we’ve got criminals to catch’
But seriously, just go watch it for this glorious goober right here:
also not to take away from crowley’s sacrifice. i’m really sad about that too but i feel like his character came full circle and he was just tired of all of it. i love that he sacrificed himself to - maybe not save sam and dean - but to get back at lucifer and i think that’s beautiful. i would have never imagined crowley killing himself, but if it’s out of petty revenge, it’s very fitting i think. i’ll miss him a lot
* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec … * yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.
The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …
well, I guess the Grifs are both all by themselves now….. abandoned on their respective planet/moon… they honestly deserve so much better than what they have gotten in life… they are constantly torn from happiness and the people they love! I really hope they reunite at some point this season and team up to help the reds and blues who are probably flying right into a trap (like honestly, the church hologram is suspicious as shit)
I feel so much for Grif. He’s just so tired of having his life sucked away by the military and all these dangerous missions that he never wanted any part of. Poor guy probably had dreams before this shit, not to mention that he was taken away from his sister twice… I’m glad he's finally getting some character development and I'm super excited to see where this season goes!!!
here’s the thing that makes me so angry about the fact that literally everyone seems to write matt murdock soft and squishy and gentle and quiet: that’s all disabled people are ever allowed to be. all we’re allowed to be is tiny tim, the perpetual-child, the angel who never complains, the baby, the inspiration porn. sometimes in media we’re allowed to be the villain but there is never, never a disabled hero, much less a disabled hero who is so fucking angry that he seems like he might explode with it.
this bloody-knuckled fighter, this uncompromising, terrifying, fucking furious vigilante character who so thoroughly defines the gritty superhero genre? we don’t ever get that. but that’s what matt murdock is. that’s what daredevil is.
he’s been treated like a child, like he’s incapable, like he has to be gentle and helpless for most of his life and he is tired of it and i am tired of it too. why is it so unappealing to you, so uncomfortable, so disquieting, for matt murdock to be angry? to be dangerous and hurting? think critically about that, and then go fuck yourself.
matt wields his cane as a weapon and fights dirty and you still put on kid gloves to handle him and i can just tell you’re using the voice that goes along with “do you want me to get that, sweetie?” and “wow! you did that all by yourself?” that makes me want to set fire to every nurse and stranger who has ever had the audacity to treat me like a lost puppy.
he’s not patient. he’s not pliant. he’s not nice or vulnerable or mild. he’s bloody and painful. he’s grinning through a mouthful of broken glass and you’re drawing him like a fucking chibi and i’m just tired
you want soft? you want a superhero you can mold into a cute, submissive, cotton-candy-eating, wide-eyed child? go fuck around with spider-man, i hear he’s free
Let’s talk about one of the first realizations we came to this season, shall we?
I’m talking about the first episode. Everyone kept calling Clarke “Wanheda.” Then, at the end, Bellamy calls her “Princess,” reminding her of who she is, and keeping her grounded.
All throughout this season, various characters have been bringing up L.exa a lot. Like… a lot. Some would argue, far more often than is really necessary, and I know there are some people who are getting very tired of it. There are a lot of people who have been upset with the writers for some of the ways they’ve used her name.
Characters, even characters that never saw L.exa and Clarke together would tell Clarke that L.exa would be proud of her. Roan said that Clarke learned nothing from L.exa, and that she’d be disappointed. Clarke herself used L.exa to try and get the grounders not to fight in the conclave.
What if that isn’t as pointless as a lot of us thought? Hear me out.
I think it was a long-term set-up for a parallel of that first episode, leading up to the parallel between L.exa’s betrayal of Clarke and Clarke’s betrayal of Bellamy, specifically involving Clarke’s relationship with love.
Clarke’s character arc this season has been centered around her own leadership, and her struggle to do what is right in that position while also battling her own trauma stemming back from, I think, the massacre at Mount Weather.
All season, as I said, characters have been comparing Clarke’s leadership to L.exa’s—especially Clarke.
Clarke’s opinion of who she thinks she should be has changed because of this. In the City of Light, L.exa said, “I told you my spirit would choose wisely,” which I think played a large role in why Clarke thought it would be okay for her to take the flame. But I digress.
This enormous weight of responsibility and trauma and stress has reached a peak for Clarke in 4x11 when she pulls a gun on Bellamy (as seen paralleled to L.exa’s leaving Clarke and skikru to die in bellarke-stydia’s beautiful gifset).
The question to ask here is: What’s the difference?
L.exa believed that love was weakness, at least at the point of her betrayal. As such, she had no one to talk her down, no one to advise her in a way that she’d listen.
The same is not true for Clarke in season four. It’s been proven over and over again that, to Clarke, love is strength. From The List to “you keep her centered,” Clarke needs to be able to be open with someone—to share the burden.
Everyone has been pressuring Clarke to be more like L.exa, to compartmentalize and do what’s best for her people specifically, no matter the cost. But that’s not who Clarke is. She can’t function like that without breaking, like we’re going to see in 4x11.
Some people are worried about the gun scene in the promo, but in my opinion? We have nothing to fear.
If there’s one difference between the Betrayal parallels, it’s Bellamy. Bellamy’s arc this season has been learning when to know when someone can be saved. “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved,” is true. But Clarke wants to be saved. Her hand shaking so violently in the promo is proof enough of that. Pulling that gun is a cry for help.
Remember Jaha’s line in Day Trip: Part Two? “How many people do you need to save before you forgive yourself?” The answer is, “just one.”
There’s more than one way to save someone. And we’re going to see it when Clarke stops hearing “Wanheda,” and instead hears “Princess.”
First Sentence: "How could you even SUGGEST such a thing?!"
Sorry for the mini-hiatus. I have no good reason for it.
“How can you even SUGGEST such a thing?” Chat Noir asked his partner. It seemed so out of character for Ladybug to act this unprofessional on a night patrol.
“God! Calm down! I’m not saying we do it now. It’s just…there may come a time in the future where I get tired keeping our identities secret from each other. And wouldn’t it be more fun that way?”
Chat Noir’s eye widened in surprise. Rational, level-headed Ladybug would never make such a suggestion. Right? And surely his headstrong lady would never dream of breaking her own rule and allowing them to share identities! Except that was exactly what she was doing. And she didn’t want them to just share names or drop transformations. Ladybug wanted to make it a competition.
“I guess,” he finally responded. “But I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Oh yeah?” Ladybug challenged, placing a hand on her hip. “And why’s that?” Chat Noir smirked and leaned in towards Ladybug, settling at a heavily flirtatious distance.
“Because I would win,” he whispered.
“In your dreams, Tomcat,” Ladybug giggled, pushing his face away. “I could find you right away if I was looking. I’m sure if I ever saw you as a civilian, I’d recognize you right away. After all, it can only be so hard to find a blonde guy with green eyes who flirts and makes terrible puns.”
“Really?” he said in mock surprise. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Ladybug…Ladybug…the only problem with that is that you have seen me before.”
Who: Scottish actor killing it in a kilt in Starz’s Outlander, based on Diana Gabaldon’s can’t-put-down best-selling series.
What he’s wearing down there: “Under the kilt? I’m a true Scotsman. You don’t even have to ask. It can be very breezy!”
Set-side to stateside: “Catriona [Balfe] and I hang out a lot. She’s fantastic. She’s great fun to work with and has a brilliant sense of humor. It’s nice for me to be working back in Scotland and it’s a new place for her, so she’s been discovering it. And yesterday, we were both in L.A. and went out for sushi. We talked about it when we were on the Scottish moors, for the show, we were like, Oh my god, let’s go and do sushi when we’re in L.A., so we’ve been hitting up all the top sushi spots here. But I miss those moors! We were talking about it yesterday, how we can’t wait to go back and get out there again, it’s so much fun, everybody gets on.”
Great romances: “The classic, Romeo and Juliet for me is the iconic story of young love. I’ve been in that production on stage a few times as Romeo and also playing Paris. I love stories about the end of relationships too, like the film Amour, which was really, really beautiful. Blue Valentine was a really sad movie but I loved the moments when they’re discovering each other for the first time. Hopefully Outlander can become one of the greats.”
On his texting habits: “I’m a notorious late-night texter. I seem to use a lot of lip, heart, and tongue emoji. But I think the call is always better— especially now with everyone only texting, a call can be quite exciting. I might be wrong though. Maybe people don’t want me to call them!”
What he thinks about your drink order: “If she orders a scotch, that’s really impressive. That’s going to get her adate. But if I’m on a beach, even I’ll go for something with coconut water or an umbrella.”
Foreign relations: “British women can be slightly more reserved, Scottish are a little more crazy and fun, and American are more forthright, which I really enjoy. I haven’t met enough American women. I think we need to rectify that.”
His kind of girl: “Outdoorsy, likes sushi, good humor, maybe likes a drink. Those are pretty damn good. And probably being able to put up with me should be on that list.”
Dating advice to his younger self: “I think we try too hard—or I certainly do and I think it’s about relaxing and enjoying yourself. It’s something you only get with age, isn’t it? When you’re younger you’re just caught up in the moment. It’s been fun to grow. The last few years, I feel like I’ve grown up a bit and my relationships have changed as well.”
Pre-date prep: “I absolutely have lifted weights before a date. I think they call that the disco pump, don’t they? I’ve spent hours in a gym before a date. But it’s never a good thing. By the time you’re on the date you’re tired and just want to go to bed or eat something. But nothing wrong with a few press-ups before a date to get the heart pumping.”
Dating Claire (his character Jamie’s love interest): “She’d be a good date. Ultimately, it’s all about personality, isn’t it? But yeah, Claire would be fantastic date, she’d have some good stories to tell as well.”
His go-to first date: “For the moment, in Scotland, a date– maybe not the first date– would definitely be climbing a mountain or something. I’m not sure every girl would particularly like to be dragged up a mountain, but it’s a good test, isn’t it? Anything involving wine is good. The theater or the cinema is never a good idea on a first date because you don’t get to chat. You spend all the time watching something you’re just like, Ah, I want to talk to this person! You want to get an idea of who they are. Sushi is good. Again, not everyone likes it, but that’s a good way to weed them out.”
Swoon: “I always try to be romantic or surprise people. I try to keep the other person guessing with gifts, lots of gifts or turning up. But I always get worried that if I turn up at their work with some flowers or whatever that it will go terribly wrong, but so far, it’s gone well. I like to challenge myself and find new ways of letting the other person know I’m excited.”
whitedelilah said: Hello! I currently have a plot about a girl who is supposed to die and the reaper falls in love with her so he can’t kill her. She is bubbly and outgoing despite her illness. And he is arrogant and sarcastic. If you have anything I’d greatly appreciate it! Thank you love!
Anonymous said: Could you give me something for a snarky reaper and his human companion?
1) “You know, you could say thank you,” the reaper said. “For not collecting your soul. Maybe with a dinner date?” “You know I can barely leave the hospital bed right?” “I’ll bring jelly here.” “Jelly?” “Jelly and ice cream - for parties and those who are sick.”
2) “You’re not collecting the cat.” “I let you collect the boyfriend.” “It’s not collecting - it’s dating! Humans do that!” “I’m skeptical. He looks like he’s trying to suck your soul out of your face, you can understand why that would be disturbing for me.” The human stared at the reaper, trying to figure out if they were being serious.
3) “I honestly don’t know how you can be so cheerful, it’s nauseating.” “It’s called the silver lining, and if you can stop scowling for five minutes I’m going to teach it to you along with concepts like fun and taking your head out of your arse.” She flashed him a blindingly bright smile. “Grim reaper. It’s in the name. Grim.” “Oh please, I saw you laughing at that puppy vine and no flowers died at the sound or anything.”
4) “Do you like my Halloween costume? I’m you,” the human said with a grin. “I have never once dressed in a hood and a scythe, I don’t know where people are getting this from.”
5) “Do you ever get tired of, you know, collecting souls?” “Why do you think there are poltergeist? Honestly, I take a holiday once and we get the bloody witch trials.”
I scan the crowd of both Asians and
Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all
pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced
me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps.
Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem
to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in.
That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have
to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and
one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy
out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which
meant I had to wear the skirt.
“How much longer?” I groan as I begin
jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.
She rolls her fake green eyes at
me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”
“It’s been an hour. What are they
waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.
“I thought you didn’t wanna come?”
She teases with a confident grin.
I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it
just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”
“Maybe if you go shake it up there
we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main
“Fuck that, I would much rather
fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in
the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.
“Would you please? I offered but he
didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”
I glare at her, “You offered what?”
“Your precious virginity,” She
grins at me evilly.
“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”
She continues to tease me, “What,
can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”
“Not all of us can be lucky enough to
lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just
grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some
guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect
nothing less from you.”
“I learned my bitchiness from you.”
“I’m giving this place five more
minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”
She fakes hurt, “You would leave me
to get drunk at a club by myself?”
“Yes, what will you do without
someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.
Just then the doors to the club
opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of
him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive
girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go
inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the
bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard
to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long
raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and
legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl.
Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.
Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was
lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for
my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too.
My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang
daintily against my back.
“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of
my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the
left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes
up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive
speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that
I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the
bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other
in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool
that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on
the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller
and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over
protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she
is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.
“Four shots of tequila!” She yells
to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none
other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different
from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back
and a sly smirk on his face.
“Damn,” I accidently say out loud.
Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four
shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the
first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.
“To getting drunk!” She clinks our
glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting
layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass
back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our
throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.
“I’ll sleep with someone when I
“Who said it was for you? I need
some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my
shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about
to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you
that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”
I give her a soft smile, clinking
our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“I’m so going to regret this in the
“Oh shut up, when was the last time
you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk,
you’re just so cute and friendly.”
“I turn into a child. That’s not
how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”
“You’re a step a head of most since
those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t
question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home.
But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”
“It’s a gift.”
“One of few,” She tease as she
holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you
becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a
As more and more shots are downed
and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so
annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share
anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the
mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should
be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for
now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty
mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us;
actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.
As hours fly by of dancing and more
shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown
hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and
my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a
grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It
has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could
ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I
would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter
Suddenly the crowd starts moving
toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be
pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with
the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from
the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.
Running away isn’t a possibility
with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As
my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the
music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid
the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing
at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already
dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start
dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic
as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very
drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom
window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind
blows it’s freezing air around us.
Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That
hurt!” She whines loudly.
“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the
alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other
side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line
of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest,
has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I
slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be
completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so
much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.
“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly,
drawing the attention of the last of the men.
dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head
as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an
apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly
I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming.
I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when
someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he
sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor
man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away
My heart stops when another gunshot
rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his
stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in
my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s
forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart
knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps
continue toward us.
The suspense of them finding me
begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my
thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it
finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute
before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead
man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him
“Poor bastard had a family. What a
shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the
wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for
not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front
of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have
for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel
absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.
But instead I study the killer. He
looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older.
In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The
uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has
done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does.
Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on
anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like
eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet
A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.
Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream
Word count: 2,975
Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)
She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.
The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.
The King of Gotham.
He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.
She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,
“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”
He was gone before she woke up every morning.
Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.
She missed him.
She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.
She just wanted him back.
She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.
She wanted to hold her boyfriend.
She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.
Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?
Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.
“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”
Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.
Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.
“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.
Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.
Was that him?
He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?
Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.
“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.
She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.
“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.
“But… You’re only 21.”
“You can shut up.”
“Just kiss me.”
And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.
The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.
She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.
“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”
Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.
“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.
“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”
She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.
Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.
She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”
“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.
The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.
“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.
“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.
“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.
“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.
There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.
“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.
“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.
Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.
“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.
“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.
“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.
“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.
He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.
After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.
She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.
“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.
“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.
“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.
“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.
Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”
Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.
She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.
“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.
“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.
“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”
He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.
Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.
“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.
“Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”
i’m actually just looping around from being angry straight to just bein’ sad and defeated that tumblr is now automatically censoring a ton of queer posts but there’s absolutely nothing being done about the growing nazi/white supremacist/pedophile/pro-anorexia population on this website, and there never has been and never will be. ppl’s innocent art of 2 queer characters doing something domestic together like cooking will get flagged but ppl’s selfies will still have 200 likes from porn blogs. apparently one of these things is considered harmful and one of them is perfectly fine for minors to see.
You know, I really love the Pirates of the Caribbean world. I love the magic, the voodoo and curses being sea-themed, the sea creatures and I love the characters too.
But stars am I sick of the stories. I don’t want Jack and a girl/boy lovestory happening because shenanigans. I am tired of some guy who we never heard before coming to get Jack because Jack was an ass to him in the past.
I know this movie will be the last (according to the trailers for the 5th movie) but you know what kind of stuff I would have loved to see?
sea creatures becoming more of a threat since Calypso is free again (Jack goes to find the (former) Priest and his mermaid (now wife) who help him find Calypso so he can talk to her)
someone took Barbossa’s old treasure to become the powerful undead ruler of the seas (classic Disney Villains, hmmm, I miss those) (Barbossa and Jack are once again required to work together, lots of quality banter happens while chasing a villain who pisses them both off)
Jack’s dad vanishes and with him the pirate codex (personal conflict for Jack that might give us character development and some more insight on how Jack became who he is today)
Angelica uses the voodoo doll of Jack that she still has in some way that gets Jack in a huge amount of trouble. (SERIOUSLY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN THAT SHE STILL HAS THAT THING?)
Elizabeth becoming a pirate herself because she and her son are tired of waiting 10 years to see Will for only a day. (Elizabeth needs to find a ship that can keep up with the Flying Dutchman so she can sail with Will. Maybe their son somehow becomes Jack’s best friend? Someone who knows what to expect from Jack from his mother’s stories? And who is perfectly able to kick Jack’s ass if needed.)
Those are just some ideas and personally would have loved to see either of them as a movie. But no, we are stuck on repeat with the plot of the first movie until the end. :/
Still fleshing out her character. History’s a bit eh. Personality is eh. I’m going for a regal composed gal. Not at all like what I just portrayed in the sketches above lol. I want her to be very elegant and “O, heals, yes. Fortune- oh yeah that’s the best part. she tells fortunes too. She does Ceromancy.
I’m really unbelievably tired of (mostly male) characters being “redeemed” from their bad attitudes, bad manners,
poor treatment of other characters, etc. by the big reveal of their supposed genius.
Being intelligent (no matter how intelligent) doesn’t make a person worth more than anyone else. It doesn’t excuse any of those things. It isn’t a get-out-of-jail-free card for bad behavior, and having other skills (no matter what they are) doesn’t justify never prioritizing learning how to not hurt the people around them.
It’s not an excuse.
And I think this is especially important to bring up for (mostly white) male characters, because actual men outside of fiction are excused by society in the same way that narratives excuse them in fiction. As long as they’re perceived by society as being “more important” than other people (which they already are by default if they’re men, and even more so if they’re white, etc.), any inappropriate, harmful, or offensive behavior toward other people is excused.
The excuses are always that it would be “hard” for someone who is SO INCREDIBLY GIFTED to… be kind? Show compassion? Consider the effects of their actions on others and act accordingly?
Fundamentally the trope is ableist (by basing someone’s worth around their mental capacity), with undertones of classism and racism (in the same ways that IQ tests are classist and racist), and it perpetuates a narrative of male privilege and entitlement.
And by the way, if you were reading this post and thinking “Is this about [specific male character who does this]?” then the answer is yes.