I'm a huge geek and I work at a comic store
Labhraím Béarla agus Gaeilge
Mostly focused on Sinners rn but I also like anything David Dastmalchian or the Beach Boys
dude i don't normally like to dig at peoples fun i generally think people having fun is good but it is slightly disheartening when there's a really really good story about a strong platonic relationship and then the only thing the fans can do is ship the characters or worse make a crack ship with an unrelated character from another media because it's like they can't STAND a lack of romance in media like they absolutely must try to insert romance where it is absolutely not needed or relevant and honestly sours the story/media a lot more for me or they'll Die because they can't just be happy with a really good platonic relationship. it makes me very sad as a demiromantic girlie.
Lwk scared to see doomsday when it comes out in theatres bc when Bucky dies the nonsharing voidsharing soulbonded yumeshippers gonna take us all down w them 💔
Oh my GOD bro Remmick fans (not all but a noticeable percentage, mutuals scroll) have their brains in their ass. Ik damn well none of you lot are Irish or understand the character at all. Wym you’re picking a theme song for Remmick and you decide on HARPY HARE? Ts so ridiculous I had to make a post about it. Headcanons are one thing but if they’re dumb asf they shall be REJECTED. Maybe I’m just getting possessive bc it’s a character from my ethnicity getting popular but it just feels like the hazbin hotel fandom infiltrated sinners and took their atrocious takes with them
does anyone know where I can watch Last Seen Wearing (full movie) without the huge subtitles? I’m burning a bunch of dvds and I wanna make one for it. Tysm!
you fucking larpers bro if mcu stucky wasn’t bad enough now we have ppl on COMIC STUCKY? Yall know that’s like shipping Batman and robin right? I mean damn bro
(For context I’m an Irish woman) So it came out while I was living in America and I worked at a book store. My manager was a black man from the south and we got along well, but he’d seen Sinners before me and I didn’t know it would involve Irish people. He thought it would be funny to not open the door for me because I needed to ‘invite myself in’. I didn’t know what he was on about but he was having a grand time with it. It made sense after I saw the movie but he kept making little vampire comments until I moved back
Remmick my dear boy they’ve flanderized you to hell and back.
On a real note tho, (and I say this as an x reader author) a lot of you people need to chill. Like I fr get the “ooh sexy vampire” thing but reducing a character with such a sensitive background (scrubbing away all details of his ethnicity) into some weird pervy southern white dude who’s suddenly a satanist and caricature of himself is just not it. I don’t wanna sound like a dick but as an Irish person I so rarely see actual Irish culture (not leprechauns and making fun of our dances) get mainstream, as happened with Sinners. Ted talk over
nsfw, minors dni, all that stuff, still new to fics
You and your boyfriend were laying on the couch, your head pillowed on his chest while Remmick mindlessly drummed against your back.
“Do you think we’re boring?” You asked in a low mumble, eyes fixed on the blue light of the tv. You two had been together for a few years, and had settled into a comfortable rhythm. However, after going out with your friend yesterday and hearing her talk about her new relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure that you two weren’t as excited.
“Why’d ya think that?” He replied in a grumbly tone, not even glancing at you.
“Well, I was having the craic with Kate yesterday, and she was goin’ on about her boyfriend. Your man from the concert, yeah?” You replied, idly picking at the hem of his shirt.
“You know how Kate gets on. I wouldn’t pay any mind,” Remmick assured you, clearly wanting to drop the topic.
“Next time we fuck, you should bite me.” You blurted, relaxing against him again. He grumbled something like ‘quit taking the piss’ before you looked at him with a serious expression.
“Seriously? Y/n, that’s just nonsense. You’re not into that kinda thing.” He huffed, lightly pushing at your shoulder.
“I won’t know until I try. Plus, Kate said it was loads of fun,” you nodded earnestly, propping your arms on his chest.
“Ach, well if Kate said… not that she be lyin’ or nothing…“ he replied in a joking tone, sitting up slightly to lean against the armrest. “You really want me to try that shite? ‘Cuz I will.”
You looked him in the eyes with raised brows, trying to see if he was serious or not. His sharp eyes stared back down at you with mimicked surprise, one of his hands still rested limply at the small of your back.
“Don’t look at me that way-“ you huffed, dropping your gaze and lightly whacking his side. He let out a sort of giggle at the swat, sitting up all the way and causing you to be jostled.
“Hope ya didn’t have plans for tonight, y/n,” he grinned at you, flashing those adorable sharp teeth you loved. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of how they would feel buried in your neck. Sure, he usually mouthed at your neck and jaw a bit when you two made love, but he was usually too busy moaning and whining to do anything with his mouth. How could he, when you always felt so good around him?
“I could just eat you up, y’know…” he murmured, lightly pushing you back until the positions were reversed; your head against the armrest while he settled on his elbows over you.
“Oh, calm down, you,” you felt your face get hot, sure your cheeks were darkening.
He snickered at your bashful reply, repeating your words in a higher-pitched mockery of your voice and nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck.
“You great pest-“ you huffed at his teasing, pushing at his shoulder to try and playfully shove him off.
“Your pest,” he cooed in reply, pressing little pecks to the side of your neck and jaw. “You gonna swat me?”
“Aye, I just might,” you let your hand creep to the middle of his back to grip the fat and muscle under his shirt.
“That’ll be a grand time,” you felt him grin against you, crooked teeth pressed against your neck while he parted his jaws against it.
Oh shit, he was actually going for it. On the couch, fully clothed. He’d always been a tad bit on the impulsive side, so it wasn’t too shocking. Still, you let out a little sound of protest when you felt the points press against the delicate skin of your throat.
“Careful,” you grumbled, idly stroking the fine hairs at his nape with your free hand. He moved his mouth closer to the side of your neck, slotting one of your legs between his on the couch and pressing himself against you. It was as if he was trying to fit as much of you in his mouth as possible, tongue pressed against your tendon while he made himself comfortable.
Remmick’s jaws started to close, that adorable snaggletooth digging into your flesh. He bit you a few times in that area, periodically licking the little red indents. He started to swell against your thigh, tilting his neck again to bite the other side of your neck.
“You wanna do it harder? I don’t mind,” you replied in a teasing manner, letting the hand on his back drag down to the base of his spine. The touch seemed to spurn him, rubbing against your soft thigh while he panted against your neck. He took your offer enthusiastically, biting down on the muscle of your shoulder while his hands drifted down to grip your thigh. You twisted your head to the side to give Remmick more room, his cropped brown hair ticking your jaw and ear.
“I take it back, y/n, this’s quite nice…” he groaned against you, subtly grinding against your leg while he nuzzled into your skin. It did hurt a little, but that pain was tamped down by the overwhelming heat leeching off of him. He was clearly excited, rocking his hips against your thigh and making little mumbling noises.
“Mmmmfuck, I can’t do it, cmon-“ he suddenly pulled away, addressing you in a whiny tone and sitting up on the couch, “-let’s go to bed. Please, baby? Let’s just- bed-“ he pleaded, grabbing your arm and staring at you with those big shiny eyes you couldn’t say no to. His face was flushed red, hair sticking in odd directions from nuzzling against you. There was a wet spot forming on the lap of his sweatpants, so you knew he wasn’t planning on sleeping right away. You obliged, standing up and letting him tug you to your shared bedroom.
Thank God you’d cleared your schedule for the evening, because it was gonna be a long night.
