Like, I understand the reason why major comic book villains are basically outside context problems for their respective heroes - it makes for better stories if the threat the villain represents is something the hero can’t easily counter with some obvious application of their powers - but can you imagine how frustrating it must be from an in-character perspective?

You’ve got these amazing superhuman powers, yet somehow, every single non-trivial baddie you have to deal with is fucking shit up in a way that’s totally at right angles to the sort of thing those powers can constructively address.

Beyond a certain point, the only reasonable conclusion would be that some higher power is actively messing with you.

(Which is perfectly true, of course, but unless you’re Deadpool - or possibly Ambush Bug - you can’t possibly know that.)

Work Comes Home - Part 9

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: 11K+ (I genuinely wasn’t planning on writing this much, it just happened.)

Author’s Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. But thank you for being so amazing and patient with me while I wrote this and dealt with all my life things that have been happening recently. 

SPECIAL THANKS to the people who helped me get through this and read through the rough drafts of my ramblings: @secretschuylersister, @ourforgottenboleros, @letsgiggletogether, @adothoe, and @iwrotemywayto-revolution. This wouldn’t be here without you. 

Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken regarding the publishing world and timeline. I’ve put the warnings below and tagged them as well just in case. As always, let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. I always love feedback!

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

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anonymous asked:

Bb can you bless me with some sub!logan and degredation? Thanks ily x -Emmy

“I hope you realize how lucky you are right now, slut.”

Anxiety fucked Logan’s throat hard, holding his head with a firm grip on his hair.  Tears filled Logan’s eyes and he stared up at Anxiety desperately.  He couldn’t respond.  He couldn’t nod.  All he could do was sit there and take it.

“You’re so fucking lucky.  My cock in your mouth.  No way any of the others would let you do this.”  Logan moaned in response and Anxiety fucked harder, holding back groans that taunted his lips.  "Whore,“ he whispered.  "Dirty little whore.”  Logan’s hands flung up to grasp each of Anxiety’s thighs tightly.  His own legs began to tremble beneath him until he could no longer hold himself up.  He pulled away from Anxiety and heavily breathed out, “We need to… Can we change positions?”

Anxiety said nothing, bringing him up to a standing position by his tie and dragging him over to the bed where he laid on his back and Logan knelt between his legs.  "Never happy, are you?“ he spat.  Logan whined quietly and Anxiety grabbed him by the hair again, forcing his head back onto his dick.  Anxiety started fucking his throat again, eliciting obscene sucking noises from the other that made Anxiety squeeze his eyes shut and arch his back.  "Fuck…” he groaned.  The rare bit of encouragement from a usually silent Anxiety just made him work harder.  He wrapped a hand around the base of the other’s cock and started pumping with the rhythm of his thrusts.  Anxiety was close.

“Are you gonna swallow my load like the little cumslut you are?  Every drop?”  Logan tried his best to nod, but all he could really do was stare up at Anxiety through his teary eyes.  The look on his face was all too much for Anxiety, and with a long, low groan he came hard, arching his back and gripping his sheets with one hand, while the other was still in Logan’s hair, now forcing his head down all the way.  He slowed down his thrusts.  Anxiety watched as Logan pulled away, mouth full, and swallowed every last drop of his cum, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to show the other.  Sitting up, Anxiety smirked.  "What do you say?“

“Thank you.”

Anxiety nodded and got up on his knees, moving closer to Logan and giving him a messy kiss, not caring that his own cum was just in his mouth.  They pulled away, both panting.

“Is it my turn now?”  Logan asked.

Anxiety huffed.  "Yeah, right.“

2

“Ollie, leave your neighbor and his tomato plants alone.” 

@gelertassassin , I saw the thing you reblogged and I had to do a quick comic of it after reading your tags. (  >o<)/

anonymous asked:

Everyone's kinks (Thomas included)

Sorry I didn’t do Thomas because I honestly don’t see him being very kinky and I was just having a really hard time with it.  If anyone wants to add Thomas’ kink in the comments, feel free!


- Logan likes dominance. Call him sir, respect him, be his little slut. The power he feels when he’s fucking someone and they listen to and obey every demand and order he spits out; he loves it. And if anyone dares to touch themselves without permission, they’re getting punished, no question. “You did what?? Come here right now, you little whore. Over my knee. Count them.”
- Patton has a praise kink. He just wants to hear how amazing he’s doing with a cock down his throat, how pretty he looks with his tongue out and cum filling his mouth, how sexy he is bouncing up and down on someone’s dick. Call him a good boy and he could cum just from that.
- Anxiety is into bondage. Handcuffed to the bed, ball gag in his mouth, tickled and teased until he’s desperate to touch himself. Slapped and spanked and bruised. Fucked and played with until he can’t remember his own name. He wants to wake up the next morning with his wrists red and his whole body sore.
- Roman is into degradation. When he’s topping he’s all high and mighty and loves being in charge, but when he’s bottoming he wants to be absolutely destroyed. The sides love telling him how much of a useless cumslut fucktoy he is while he has a cock in his ass and one in his mouth and his own being sucked dry. His arrogance could afford to be knocked down a couple notches.

Degrees of secondhand fandom:

  • I don’t watch/read/listen to it, but I follow the summaries on the wiki
  • I rarely pursue information about it, but I have enough incidental contact with the core fandom that I’ve picked it up via osmosis
  • I strive to avoid it, but I’ve been indoctrinated against my will by the fucking memes
  • I can cite the canon chapter and verse, but I have no recollection of how or why I acquired this knowledge, and that concerns me

This is just your aggressively friendly reminder that “cishet aces” and “cishet aros” don’t exist.

“Cishet” was a word coined by trans people meant to describe someone who has full, unconditional access to straight privilege - that is, someone who is 100% perisex, cisgender, heterosexual, and heteroromantic. 

If you use cishet to refer to a-specs, you are using it wrong.

If you’re cis and you’re using it, you are stealing our language on top of using it wrong.

Art Historian: To modern audiences, this 5000-year-old stone sculpture may appear grotesque, even disturbing, but we must always bear in mind that ancient cultures had very different aesthetic sensibilities; to its contemporaries, this object was likely regarded as beautiful.

Stone-Carver From 3000 BC: I’m gonna make this thing creepy as hell.