One of my favourite things lately is when they label to “wrap it up” (obviously talking about contraceptions)when fucking your uncle or father figure oooor father🤣 those fucking writers are fucking stupid 🤣
they are!!! their one (barely) functioning brain cell is solely focused on fucking their uncles and dads and nothing else.
Hi! a Pedro fan here. I don't think it's the worst kiss in the world, though I admit I wasn't as excited seeing it in the trailer as some people were. Anyway, regarding the "pretentious" vibe—well, movies about musicians often come across that way. And critics love that kind of pretentiousness when handing out awards; if that helps Pascal finally be taken seriously as the actor I know he is—rather than just "Internet's Boyfriend" onto whom people project their "daddy" fetishes—then I'm all for it.
Besides, I've seen the man bring depth to characters and make me care about them with only ten minutes of screen time, and he’s managed to be good even in mediocre movies. Here, he has so much to work with; I think he’s perfectly capable of crafting something emotional and compelling out of material that might seem superficial or pretentious on the surface. I hope I'm right when the film comes out.
Good for you, person! 👍🏻
but me, myself—think the film looks rather poop so I won’t watch it.
Some people just want to be offended. They will seek out media about things they do not like, and so they can play the victim. I think it is so stupid.
Warning labels existed for that reason. If you don't like certain topics, don't go and look for them. If you don't like to read about incest, don't go look for an incest ship tag like sam/dean.
I really don't understand why they do this, and while there are some dark topics I don't enjoy, I don't get angry at people who write or enjoy it. It is just not for me, and I'm glad something like Ao3 exists.
And if you are reading something and suddenly a dark theme comes up, you can just stop reading and click that back button.
I support every single thing that is wrong and morally messed up in fiction. I support people’s rights and freedom to create and consume whatever they want as long as they’re not harming anyone in real life. I support art that portrays topics that are taboo, shocking, disgusting. I support fanfics that make people feel sick and disgusted.
and if you think me supporting those taboo things in fiction—because I’m mature enough to understand fiction is not reality, thoughtcrimes are not real, censorship is a fascist tool, and people should have the rights and freedom to do whatever they want when they’re not harming anyone in real life—means “I condone those taboo things in real life, because I refuse to harass people for enjoying taboo fiction”, then you’re either dumb or a bully who wants to harass innocent people over fiction in order to support censorship and fascism and feel morally superior. but you’re really just either dumb or a fascist apologist lol
with all that said, I will go write my dark non-con fic now 😌 #torturing a fictional character is self-care to me
there are tropes that make me uncomfortable. so what I do is that I avoid these tropes. but I will never shame or harass people who enjoy them because what fictional things a stranger likes is literally none of my business, especially when they’re not harming anyone in real life.
so by “support” I mean I think people have the rights to create and consume whatever they want. I may hate the things they enjoy, but I will always defend their rights to exist without being censored.
initially I didn’t think “letting people do whatever they want, avoiding a certain topic while defending its rights to exist” meant I supported it when all I did was “not care about it but would defend it as well as every other thing in fiction”. but if some people want to say this means I support it then I support it.
I will still avoid certain tropes that make me uncomfortable. but even though I avoid them because I personally hate them, I will support and defend their rights to exist.
yeah they might not be physically harming or mentally harming, but as someone who has a history of SA, grooming—it’s being too normalised and “it’s fiction” gets thrown into our faces, that’s just an excuse…surely there’s gotta be some type of censorship when young women and girls are constantly getting groomed etc and these writers are normalising it.
Joel x reader - mention of sex and “daddy”but it’s not smutty. No age specified for reader and we got grandpa Joel, kiddos🤍
The poker game had long since stopped being about poker. The cards sat forgotten between you, a half-empty bowl of peanuts in the middle of the table while Joel leaned back in his chair, reading you over the top of his glasses.
“You cheated,” he muttered.
“I bluffed.”
“You cheated.”
You snorted. “Old man can’t admit defeat.”
He gave you that trademark grunt, reaching for his beer. “Won’t be sayin’ that when I take all your chips next round.”
“You’ve been saying ‘next round’ for the last hour.”
Joel ignored that. Instead, the conversation drifted—as it always seemed to after a couple of drinks.
“Remember that motel outside Kansas City?” you asked with a grin.
“The one where the bed collapsed?” You give a small nod. Joel’s mouth twitched into the smallest smile. “You laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe,” he recalled.
“Because you blamed the bed like it personally offended you.”
“’Cause it did. It cock blocked me.”
You laughed, shuffling the deck absent-mindedly. “What about New York in that alley?”
“Not my finest hour but at least one of us got there.” He smirks, placing down a card.
“Yeah I had your cum to remember it by, though—what beautiful memories”
Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. “That happened once, I was tired and drunk.”
“Whateverrrrrrr.”
Joel groaned. “We ain’t talkin’ about this anymore.”
You dissolved into another fit of laughter, tears beginning to sting your eyes.
“Oh!” You slapped the table. “Do you remember when I called you Daddy?”
Joel slowly looked up. His expression flattened into complete, utter disapproval.
“…I remember.”
You caught one look at his face and burst into even louder laughter.
He stared. “You remember what I did?”
“I do!” you wheezed. “You walked out and didn’t come back for hours. I genuinely thought you’d left me.”
Joel took another sip of his beer, completely unbothered. “Mhm.”
You were still laughing.
“And do you remember what happens next time you say that?” he asked, peering at you over the rim of his glasses.
You wiped your eyes. “Never to call you it again?” You lifted a brow.
“Yup… and?”
“If I did…” You smirked. “…you’d leave me.”
“Oh yeah, darlin’. I don’t wanna be called that shit.”
You couldn’t help yourself. “It slipped out!”
“It didn’t.”
“It did.”
“You looked me dead in the eyes and called me it…nearly damn threw up.”
“I was caught up in the moment!”
Joel folded his arms, shook his head, though there was the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You disappeared for nearly three hours, fuckin sulking.”
“I went for a walk.”
You laughed so hard you nearly slid out of your chair. Joel watched you for a long moment before a reluctant chuckle escaped him too.
“You done?”
You nodded, still giggling. “Yup.”
“Good.” He picked up the cards again and began dealing. “Cause if I hear that word come outta your mouth one more time…” He met your eyes with a warning look. “…im leaving you.”
You bit your lip, trying desperately not to smile. Joel caught it immediately.
“Don’t you dare—I’ll go” Joel sighed the sigh of a man who knew exactly who he’d fallen in love with.
Summary: Just a little one shot I’m imagining whilst melting away in the uk. I need a lake. If there are any mistakes—im too hot to care rn😂And yes, that is actually the title😂
Warnings: tw: indication of SH.
The heat had settled over Jackson like a heavy blanket. By ten in the morning, the streets were already shimmering, everyone working at half speed and complaining twice as much. Tommy had been the first to suggest escaping to the lake. “Anyone stays in town today is just askin’ to melt.”
So that was exactly what happened.
Blankets were scattered beneath the pine trees, sandwiches packed into baskets, and Ellie was already halfway into the water before anyone had even finished taking their boots off. “Cannonball!” she yelled.
Joel chuckled quietly beside you as he shrugged off his shirt and pants. “You comin’, darlin’?”
You smiled up at him from where you sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree. “Yeah in a minute.” He nodded, pressed a quick kiss against your forehead, then wandered into the water with Tommy, the two immediately arguing about who could still swim faster despite both being well into middle age.
Hours passed. Ellie convinced Dina to race to the opposite bank. Tommy lost spectacularly to Eugene in a floating log contest. Maria gave up trying to keep everyone in line. Meanwhile, you hadn’t moved., you’d shifted your blanket once to keep with the shade, drank nearly an entire bottle of water and watched everyone enjoy themselves.
The temperature hadn’t eased, if anything, it had grown hotter. Sweat rolled down your neck despite the breeze that occasionally drifted through the trees.
Joel finally noticed. He walked back toward shore, water dripping from his hair. He crouched beside you. “You sure you ain’t comin’ in?” You smiled politely. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
“You’ve been sittin’ here four hours.” He looked you over. “You don’t look alright.”
“I’m just not in the mood.” He wasn’t buying it. His eyes travelled down before meeting yours again. “I can literally see sweat drippin’ off ya, sweetheart—you look miserable.”
“I’m fine.” He folded his arms. “Why ain’t ya comin’ in?”
You looked away. “I just don’t want to.” Joel had only known you a few months, but he’d already learned something important.
Whenever your answers got shorter…there was usually something underneath them.
He spoke gently. “Darlin’.”
You sighed. “It’s nothing.”
He waited. Didn’t push, didn’t rush, he just waited. Finally…”Can you promise not to make a big deal outta it?”
His expression softened immediately. “I can do that.” You reached for the hem of your shorts, they already came to mid-thigh, but you slowly rolled both sides higher. Joel’s eyes followed.
Thin white scars. Older ones. Newer ones.
Some faded almost completely. He didn’t stare. Didn’t ask, his mind immediately jumped somewhere else. Every time you’d slept together…”Can we turn the lights off first?”
He’d always smiled. Thought it was just how you preferred things, so he never questioned it, but now? He understood. Not the story. Not how they’d happened. But why you’d hidden them. Why you’d always reached for darkness before taking your clothes off.
Your hand quickly let the fabric fall back into place. “I just…” Your voice caught. “I don’t want people seeing them.” Joel looked at you for a long moment. Then smiled, not out of pity or awkwardness. Just…warmth. “Thank you.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“For trustin’ me enough to show me.”
Your shoulders relaxed a fraction. He reached over, brushing a thumb across your hand. “You don’t gotta explain nothin’.”
He looked at you with a smirk. “You still ain’t gettin’ out of goin in that lake”
You laughed weakly. “Jesus, Joel. I told you—” Before you could finish…Joel slipped one arm behind your knees, the other around your back. “What—Joel!”
In one smooth motion…he lifted you clean off the blanket. “Joel!” You grabbed onto his shoulders instinctively. “What’re you doing. Put me down.” You pleaded to him but he smiled and carried on. “Im fixin the problem, you need to cool off. ”
Your face burned. “Everyone’s gonna see!”
“They ain’t.” He adjusted you comfortably against his chest. “If I’m carryin’ ya…no one’s gonna see shit, darlin’.”
Tommy looked over from the lake. “Why’re ya carryin’ her?”
Joel didn’t miss a beat. “Cause she refused to walk.” Ellie snorted. “She looks kidnapped.”
“I am!”
“No, she ain’t.” He laughed out, “she’s fine”
“I absolutely am!”
Joel grinned. “You laughin’ now.”
Against your own will…you were. By the time he stepped into the water, the cool lake lapped gently around his knees. Then his waist. You tightened your grip. “Shit this is cold.”
“It is.” He said dryly. “That’s why I kidnapped ya.” He walked until the water reached just below your feet.
“There.” He lowered you carefully until your toes touched the surface.
You gasped.
“Oh, my god…this is bliss”
The water was cool, and so refreshing, it was exactly what you needed. Joel kept one arm firmly around your waist while you adjusted. “There we go.”
You looked up at him. “Thanks.” His smile was small. “Gotta take care of my girl.” Something warm settled in your chest despite the cold water around you. Without thinking, you leaned up and kissed him-gentle, slow. The kind of kiss that didn’t need an audience.
Unfortunately…”EWWWW!” Ellie shouted from somewhere behind them.
Tommy groaned dramatically. “Oh, for Christ’s sake, get a room.”
Maria laughed. “They’ve been datin’ weeks, Tommy. Let them kiss.”
Joel rested his forehead against yours, ignoring every single one of them. “You alright now?” You looked around, nobody was staring or whispering. Nobody cared, they were all too busy splashing each other, arguing and laughing.
You smiled. “Yeah.”
His thumb brushed gently over your side. “Good.”
The two of you stayed exactly where you were, standing together in the cool water while the rest of Jackson carried on making enough noise for the whole valley.
For the first time that day…the heat didn’t seem so unbearable anymore.
cw: neighbour!joel x reader. Talk of unhappy marriage. Implied sex. Joel and reader both in their thirties. If mistakes are about, I’ll fix them later. Part one of two
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The smell of charcoal and beer drifted across the backyard while half a dozen men lounged around a weathered picnic table. Someone had country music playing low from a speaker on the porch, and Joel sat back in his chair with a bottle balanced against his knee, half listening as his neighbours argued over football scores.
The back door slid open. “Sorry, fellas,” Trey shouts, adjusting his belt as he stepped back outside. “Saw the wife naked…had to go get me fix.”
A chorus of whistles and chuckles answered him. “Damn right.”
“That’s marriage for ya.” Someone clapped him on the shoulder while another raised his beer in salute. Joel only huffed through his nose, hiding a faint grin behind the bottle. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for the guys to carry on like this.
The laughter died down as everyone settled again.
Then one of the men came outside from the kitchen frowning as he headed through tje back door. “Hey, Trey…” he called. “Your wife’s leaving.”
Trey looked over his shoulder just in time to see you open the door, with an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. A car had just pulled up at the curb.
“What the hell?” His chair scraped violently across the patio as he sprinted through the side gate.
Joel’s eyes followed him without thinking.
By the time he reached the front garden, Trey caught your wrist just before you could open the passenger door. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
You didn’t answer, just stared at the pavement
“Seriously—where are you going?” When you still didn’t respond, his voice rose. “You’re fuckin leavin me? Now?! Everyone’s here. What am I supposed to tell ’em?”
Joel couldn’t hear your reply at first, only saw the way your shoulders finally squared, like you’d found the strength you’d been searching for all afternoon. “I’ve felt alone and miserable for the past year, Trey.” Then silence. “I’m just—done.”
The words carried clearly across the quiet street. Joel watched Trey’s face twist between disbelief and anger. “What are you talking about? We had sex twenty minutes ago!”
You gave a humourless laugh that barely sounded human. “No,” you said quietly. “You had sex. I just…gave in.”
The sentence seemed to stop everything.
Even the men in the backyard had gone silent.
Joel frowned.
Earlier, when Trey had disappeared inside, none of them had thought twice. Just another husband sneaking away to flirt with his wife for a little bit.
But you hadn’t looked like someone being flirted with when you’d walked across that lawn. You looked exhausted. Like every step weighed fifty pounds.
Joel’s stomach turned as pieces clicked together.
You’d been fresh from the shower. Trey hadn’t cared. Hadn’t waited. Hadn’t even noticed whether you wanted him there. Afterwards, while you’d stood pulling your clothes back on, he’d laughed, smacked your backside, and called you a good girl for making him happy.
Not for wanting him. For giving in. There was a difference.
A painful one.
Your friend leaned across from the driver’s seat and pushed the passenger door open wider. “You coming, sweetie?”
You looked at Trey one last time. “I kept waiting for you to notice I wasn’t happy,” you whispered. “You never did.”
You slipped free from his hand, climbed into the car, and gently shut the door.
The taillights disappeared at the end of the street, leaving Trey standing alone in the road while the laughter from only minutes before felt impossibly distant.
Joel set his beer down untouched.
For the first time that afternoon, the backyard didn’t feel like a barbecue anymore. It felt like a room full of men wondering if they’d mistaken silence for happiness all along, while their wives murmured with understanding.
Two months had a funny way of changing people.
Joel wandered the aisles of the local hardware store searching for the right rollers for his stubborn garage door. Every trip in here was supposed to take ten minutes. It never did. He squinted at two nearly identical packets.
“They’re different bearings.”
Joel glanced sideways. An older employee smiled politely before continuing on his way, leaving Joel to mutter a quiet, “Appreciate it.” He turned the corner toward plumbing fittings when someone familiar caught his eye.
Halfway down the aisle, you stood beside another woman, comparing two metal brackets while the pair of you debated which one would actually hold the weight of a floating shelf. “No, because if we use this one it’ll pull straight out of the plaster.”
“Oh. That’s what I said!” your friend laughed.
Joel stopped walking before he even realised he’d done it. You looked…different.
Not dramatically, just…a little lighter.
Your shoulders weren’t curled inward anymore. There was colour in your face, and your hair was tied back carelessly. You laughed at something your friend said—a genuine laugh he’d never heard from you before.
As if sensing someone watching, you glanced up, your eyes landed on Joel. For a split second neither of you moved. Then a small smile spread across your face, Joel answered it with one of his own. It lingered for only a moment before the memory of that afternoon drifted between you both.
The smile softened. Your friend followed your gaze. “Oh,” she said quietly. “You know him?”
You nodded. “Just…give me a sec.” Leaving the metal bracket in her hands, you wandered over, suddenly very aware of every step.
Joel shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
A beat passed. You smiled nervously, “I’ve been preparing for this conversation.”
Joel raised an eyebrow. “Have you?”
“I figured…” You rubbed your hands together. “You’d probably tell me I should’ve stayed. That marriage is hard. That I gave up too easily.” You laughed once, though there wasn’t much humour in it. “Or maybe just tell me I embarrassed Trey.”
Joel stared at you for a long second, then his brow furrowed. “Why in the world would I say that?”
You blinked. “I don’t know…”
He let out a quiet sigh. “I remember what I heard that day.”
Your eyes dropped to the floor.
“And I remember what I didn’t hear.”
You looked back up.
“I didn’t hear a woman leavin’ because she’d had one bad day.” Joel rested a forearm against the shopping trolley. “I heard someone who’d already made her mind up long before she packed that bag.”
Your throat tightened. “I was worried everyone thought I was awful.”
Joel shook his head. “Can’t speak for everyone. But I can speak for me.” His voice stayed calm. “I went home that day thinkin’ about what you said.”
“I’ve felt alone for the last year…I kept wonderin’ how lonely somebody has to feel before walkin’ away becomes easier than stayin’.”
Your eyes shimmered. “I almost didn’t leave.” You laughed quietly through your nose. “I actually unpacked my bag twice.”
Joel nodded as though that somehow made perfect sense. “You look better.”
The words caught you off guard. “What?”
“You look like you’ve slept.”
You laughed properly this time. “I have.”
“Tells me you’re doin’ alright.”
A warmth spread through your chest that you hadn’t expected from a man you’d spoken to only a handful of times. “Still got a little way to go,” you admitted.
“Ain’t nobody says you gotta get there overnight.”
Behind you, your friend called your name from the next aisle, holding up another bracket. “This one?”
You glanced over your shoulder. “Oh, Jesus. Coming!” Looking back at Joel, you smiled—a little less nervously this time. “It was… really nice seeing you, Joel.”
“You too.”
You started to leave before turning back. “And thanks.”
Joel tilted his head. “For what?”
“For not making me feel like the villain.”
Joel watched you for a moment before giving the smallest shake of his head. “Sometimes,” he said quietly, “leavin’ is the bravest thing a person can do.”
For the first time since driving away from that house two months ago, you believed it might actually be true.
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