hello, i go by cade. this is a blog to post and reblog current hyperfixations. this is mostly just cod and the pitt for the time being but there might be other stuff here and there.
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marriage / wedding thoughts [ cod ]
routine [141!reader]
sleeping positions / habits [ cod ]
phone stuff [ cod ]
waking up with robby [ the pitt ]
fics & series
blood upon the snow / ao3
kisses galore / ao3
pittkinktober / ao3
Welcome to the first day of my October series, squad! I am excited for this month as I am really trying to push myself out of my comfort zone. I hope it reflects well.
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WARNINGS: Kitty hybrid!Simon. No major warnings. Fluff.
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It's just a simple cat.
Scraggly. Malnourished. Desperate.
Your bleeding heart takes pity on the poor mangled creature as it mewls on the rough welcome mat on your front porch. The temperature is going to drop tonight, rain definite, you can already smell the heavens opening up. It's a pleasant smell, but it would definitely be far more enjoyed in the safety and warmth of shelter.
Apparently, that is the ultimate offense for the behemoth that shares your sanctuary.
Brown eyes scrutinize you from the couch as you carry the messy fluffball inside. You ignore him blatantly, assuring the kitten they found a wonderful home. Because why would you make it go anywhere else?
Simon is nonexistent as you clean the kitten. The poor thing screams for mercy as you analyze its heaving body for fleas or anything damming. You can feel the weak but determined heartbeats against the wall of its chest. The wide eyes pull at your emotions.
You wrap it in a hand towel, perching it against the heat of your skin underneath your shirt. The fragile thing nips at you for a moment before settling and falling asleep against its will. Its head is just barely peeking out of the collar of your top.
You need to get it food, something it can process in a bind. You aren't sure what is safe, though, as you pull out your phone.
Simon is where you left him, slow blinking once to acknowledge your return. You watch his ears pitch back as he looks at where the kitten is slumbering away. His main expression is unreadable, but those ears, they're incriminating.
He is not pleased.
"Poor thing is tuckered out," you coo despite this. Simon isn't going to prevent your instinctive need to protect.
His tail does a singular flick as you sit down on the couch next to him. His eyes narrow just enough to make a point as you turn your gaze to look right back at him. The moment you look at him, he sits up straighter.
"You gonna be pissy now?" You challemge.
Simon huffs, hands reaching right down the top of your shirt before grabbing onto the kitten's small frame. His ears naturally pop up in quiet curiosity as he has a momentary softening in his rigid posture. The kitten curls towards him, like it can smell the familiar scent of a cat in its sleep.
Your heart warns.
Then he schools his faint protective stance as he huffs. His tail is flicking more now as he stands and walks over to the matching armchair. He tucks the little, sleeping thing within a makeshift nest, the baby sinks into it happily.
Simon watches for a moment, hands clenching at his sides before he lets out a deep, chest expanding sigh and closes the small distance between you both.
A deep rumble escapes him as he drapes his entire weight over you in a matter of moments, pressing you into the ribboned couch cushions. You have to adjust your breathing with the newfound position, Simon giving you no option but to accept it.
He tilts his head and dips it down to the lower half of your face, rubbing his cheek against your skin. You let out an amused, shocked laugh at the display and the way his pointy scruff of hair on his face tickles you. Your hand lands on his back as you rub up and down, which causes Simon to press into you more.
His head bumps into the groove of your neck, inhaling gently. A low purr comes deep from his chest when he analyzes something that is naked to your senses. You feel his teeth at your pulsing flesh, though, pointed canines ready to sink into the pliant softness.
"Si, are you jealous?" You ask as he sits there invading your personal space.
A small nip answers your question.
Your sweet man.
You're amused at the way he indulges in his baser instincts simply because a new creature has invaded your shared sanctuary. The kitten is harmless, your eyes blink over at the small mass taking residence in the burrow of blankets. The poor baby is blissfully unaware of the way Simon is reacting.
"Stay..." he finally grumbles as soon as he witnesses your eyes wandering.
You smile, rubbing at his back to appease him. That purr-like sound stutters out, Simon's nose scraping along your throat, ears flicking right against your face as he secretes his scent onto your body. You know exactly what he is doing. You've seen enough cats in your lifetime to recognize his version of marking.
You wouldn't have him any other way.
"I'm staying, you big grump," you quip back.
Simon relaxes into you, settling down finally as he gets that reassurance. Not that it was any pressing issue in the first place, but you know he is satisfied to have that declaration. He doesn't even spare you a glorified response to retort.
"Okay, but you do have to actually acknowledge the kitten at some point," you speak again.
"Mhm," Simon hums heartheartedly.
"You can be their mama," you joke, just trying to get a reaction. You enjoy messing with him greatly.
"Bloody hell," you can hear him breathe into your neck.
You chuckle. You can tell he is genuinely restraining himself from outright embedding his teeth into your skin in an actual bite.
Instead, he chooses to take a power nap, head resting in the crook of your neck contently.
Later, when Simon has calmed down and caught some sleep, you feel him remove himself from you. You miss the weight as soon as it leaves, protesting lightly with groggy movements, much to his delight. He always welcomes signs that prove you're his.
But your heart softens when he picks up the kitten and brings it over to your little bubble. He tucks the feline right into your chest and smiles when your hands do comforting pats without a word. A pleasant feeling washes over him when he watches you care for a creature that does not hold any resemblance to you.
The kitten mewls, eyes blinking around for solid ground in the midst of an ocean. And that is how you know he resigns himself to the idea of another member of your family. His shoulders sag, and he even scratches at the kitten's chin. The kitten leans into his touch, body vibrating from a mighty rumble that consumes its body.
A few moments in, and he is already trying to make the couch work between the three of you.
And later, you don't say anything when you wake up and see the kitten tucked on top of his head, batting at his ears as they twitch back and forth.
fem!reader x michael robinavitch [ @pittkinktober ] [masterlist]
cw: MDNI! reader has breasts and vaginia. mild chubby coded bc stretch marks. also bush mention. smut!!!! fingering. medical exam role play. not actual medical exam. robby being the dominant one. some teasing. lots of body positivity.
an: WELCOME TO DAY ONE BOYS!!!! also first time publicly posing smut pls be nice sakjfd starting this off soft before we get into the kinkier shit bc i'm a soft smut girlie.
"What a sight you are," the deep rumble of a very familiar voice breaks the silence. Behind your naked reflection in the mirror stands the form of your boyfriend, Michael. He is leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and little else. A lazy smile tugs at his lips as his eyes trail up and down your figure.
You stand in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower. A towel is in your hand, the one you are using to dry up your body as much as possible. You return his lazy smile and turn to look back at Michael. "You were too slow, so no shower for you," you teased with a small laugh. You then returned to looking at the mirror, patting dry your torso.
Michael let out a soft chuckle before he pushed off the frame and began to approach you from behind. "I was busy," he hummed. You felt his warm hands gently touch your sides, gently gripping your hips and giving them an appreciative squeeze. "I can at least help you dry," he added. His lips gently slotted in at the curve of your neck, his beard tickling your nerves. A kiss graced your neck before he pulled away and grabbed the towel from you.
Your boyfriend then proceeded to drag the material across your curves and crevices. He was slow, methodical, taking every opportunity to feel you. It was quite soothing and intimate, the way he moved around the body he had grown to known so well. Every bit of you Michael loved and adored.
Eventually, he had you turn around to face him. You smiled up at him, studying his face. The way his face scrunched in certain ways with the thoughts that swirled in his mind. The way his hair was starting to lighten with age. The way his eyes stared at you with an intensity as if he was trying to memorize you, as if you were to suddenly disappeared. Gods did you love this man.
As Michael moved about, you suddenly had an idea. Smiling softly, you reached up to stop him. "Dr. Robby," you called, your intonation growing deep and lustful. "I'm always told it's very important to do monthly breast checks," you started. "I just don't quite know how to do them. Would you… help?"
The man in question was confused at first, his eyebrows furrowing when you said his name in such a sultry way. Then, slowly Michael began to understand exactly what you were getting on. Grinning, he nodded. "I would be happy too."
It wasn't often that you guys brought anything medical into the bedroom. It wasn't that it wasn't hot or anything. You guys just… Felt like role playing other things more often. However, you know there is something so incredibly attractive about the face of concentration Michael makes when he's focused on the thing he knows better than anything else. Medicine.
"First, would you mind taking a seat?" He asked, motioning to the bathroom counter top. He set out the towel so it wasn't quite as cold with it being granite and all. Michael then helped you sit up on the counter. You were a very compliant patient as you sat down, watching the doctor at work with a burning passion.
Then the doctor stepped back and admired you. "I would ask you to strip, but it seems my zealous patient has already done so. Quite eager to learn, are we?" He teased with a knowing grin.
You bit your lip and nodded. "Mhm. I take looking out for my health very seriously, Doctor!"
This had Michael chuckling before he took a step back towards you. "Good. Then what I am going to do is take a look at your right breast first," he stated. "Are you comfortable with me touching you?" He asked.
"Yes," you replied without a second of hesitation. He barely got to even finish the question before you answered. This had him snorting before reaching up to gently grab your breast. He was slow at first, feigning some apprehension at doing so. Then, with rough and warm hands, Michael began to massage your breast. The feeling was wonderful, had you humming in satisfaction.
His hands glided over the soft, tender flesh, avoiding the nipple and areola as much as possible for right now. "Does this feel alright?" He asked, his voice low and rumbly, a hint at how turned on he was right now.
You nodded, leaning your head back and closing your eyes to just enjoy the feeling of it all. This had Michael 'tsk'ing under his breath. "I'm trying to teach you. I can't teach you with your eyes closed." To punctuate his point, he paused in his ministrations and watched you carefully.
Then had you grunting in frustration before quickly complying. You opened your eyes and looked at Michael, giving him a faux stern look of annoyance. After, your eyes shifted to look down at where his hands gently cupped your breast, his thumb paused over the smooth skin. Once your attention was captured, he continued.
"It's very important to be slow and thorough, gently squeezing the breast," he explained and did exactly that. He worked his hands very methodically, his eyes watching with a focused intensity. His movements were skilled and practiced, both making sure there were no surprising lumps and making sure you felt good. You loved the way he massaged the tit. It felt so wonderful. "Make sure there is nothing we need to be concerned about. Nothing abnormal."
Not long after, you watch as his hand drags along until he finally reaches the nipple. Before you have time to even let out a soft sound of encouragement, Michael suddenly pinches the sensitive bud and smirks. This has you almost immediately moaning. "Michael," you gasp.
"Good, still perky and sensitive," he responds with a chuckle. He gives the nipple a soft tug and then releases your right breast entirely.
You quickly start pouting as the wonderful sensation of his exam ends. This has him smirking at you in response. "Now now, don't get so impatient. We must take our time, my dearest patient." He was clearly taunting you at this point.
"Dr. Robby," you whined. You had intended on saying more but then his hand cupped your left breast and began the job to slowly squeezing it, shutting you up quickly.
While this was not Michael's specialty, he made sure to take his time. He knew your breasts well, having spent a great deal of time buried in them. He was an unabashed boobs man and he made sure to show his deep appreciation for them. However, now he was given the opportunity to get to know them even more intimately and he was not looking this gift horse in the mouth. A thought crossed his mind, the desire to put these perky nipples in his mouth and suck on them. Yet, he withheld. After all, this was a medical exam. Sort of.
You loved the way his rough skin grazed your soft skin. It felt so wonderful, the attentiveness he showed for his movements. The way he gripped so tenderly and felt them, ensuring the whole thing was both pleasurable and intentional. It was so amazing. It was also so very hot.
There was definitely some wetness building between your legs, of which the source was most certainly not your shower. It was such a turn on, seeing Michael be both doctor and your very attractive boyfriend at the same time.
Quiet moans escaped you every so often, leading into a loud moan when he pinches your left nipple this time. Then, instead of retracting once more, his hands shift to slowly admire your curves. "Your breasts are perfect. Now I need to check other things," Michael remarked, earning a sharp inhale from you.
He ran his fingers across your stomach, not putting too much pressure but enough to justify this as a medical exam. "Such wonderful curves. A very well loved body," he hummed. His hand traced across some of your stretch marks, caressing them with his fingers. "So beautiful. Your boyfriend is a very lucky man," he added, sending you a wink.
You giggled and leaned into the man. "He is. Does a fantastic job of making me feel loved too," you replied.
Michael smirked and continued his assessment down your body. Eventually he got lower, causing your stomach to clench slightly in anticipation. This had him stop for a second and look up. "Is this alright?"
You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Dr. Robby."
With a nod in return, his hand continued to inch across your pubic area. You slowly opened your legs wider, allow him greater access.
"I think now is a great time for a vaginal exam," he stated, glancing up at you to ensure you were okay with this.
You bit you lip and leaned back a little, using your hands to brace yourself against the counter top. "I think so too, Doctor. Gotta make sure everything is alright," you told him.
Without any more words spoken, Michael began to trace lower and lower to your cunt. He let his fingers gently trace across your pubic area, unbothered by the beautiful bush you had. He took his time, admiring you. He spent many hours down here and he was always thrilled to spend more. His eyes watched as the tips of his fingers traced your lips, before nudging your legs wider. He then leaned back just a little as his fingers spread you apart.
You were so very wet at this point, Michael having done a fantastic job of turning you on. You were a right mess, your pussy weeping and begging to be touched. You were lost in the sensation of the way he felt you. The playful facade of this being a medical exam was gone, so lost in the lust of wanting this man to put even a single finger in you.
Time seemed to stretch as your boyfriend tentatively studied you, not quite giving in to the desire of plunging into you, but still keeping his hands on you. Eventually, he chuckled before pressing a finger against your clit, which was swollen with lust.
You immediately jolted as pleasure radiated through you, the feeling of rough skin rubbing against the very responsive bundle of nerves. You let out a loud moan and arched forward a little, subconsciously begging for more.
"Oh, so sensitive," Michael mumbled. "Very good," he praised, making you shiver just a little at the tone of his voice. It was deep, rumbly. He was just as turned on as you and if you had the capacity to look, you'd notice the recognizable tent in his sweats.
He kept a finger gently petting your clit, while his other hand began to more intently work around and feel the opening of your cunt. "Very wet too. No worries about producing vaginal fluid. You are very healthy, my dear." The way he spoke so matter of factly, praising you in such a clinical way was extremely hot. Especially with how the intonation of his voice was clearly that of a man absolutely heated for his woman.
You were not able to focus anymore though. The way he spoke, how he moved, the pleasure that was now seeping out of your core. You were now a quiet, whimpering mess as you begged for more. "Michael, please."
"Michael? No no, I'm Dr. Robby," he tutted, pausing to ensure you listened. "Now, use your words. What do you want?"
A broken moan escaped you. "Please Dr. Robby. I need more."
"More what?"
You huffed and tried to wiggle your hips. "I need you to," you paused to pant. "I need you to check my pussy, please."
There was a moment of silence before Michael chuckled and decided to give you what you had asked for.
A finger slid its way into your cunt and immediately a sense of warm relief washed over you. Tension melted and you moaned out. "Yesssss," you groaned.
Michael inserted the finger and watched you intently, before beginning to move it around. His eyes shifted to your cunt and studied his hand as it intentionally moved around. The sensation of his finger moving, plus the pressure of his other hand against your clit was a lot. It felt so good.
"Feels very tight, might need to stretch you out," he stated. Then he gently inserted a second finger, with how his index and middle finger sitting snugly in your warm hole. He moved them around, making sure they fit. He ensured they were coated in your juices before slowly starting to stretch you out. This had you moaning, clenching your entrance around the girth of them.
Delectation overtook your body, as Michael worked you open. You could no longer manage to keep your eyes open, your head falling back and sounds pouring out of your mouth. You were always one to put a porn star to shame with how loud you were. Even now, you made it very known just how amazing you felt. His fingers slid around your cunt and stretched you open, while also moving in and out, feeling the gooey delicious walls and noting how the clenched so tightly. The pressure of his other hand working at your clit, caressing it and pinching it ever so often.
He knew you so well. Knew all the ways to make you moan and squirm. He knew your pussy like the back of his hand, even where the most sensitive spots were. Your clit was massaged in all the ways that spiked pleasure straight through you. Michael loved you so well, so deeply, that it didn't take long for a knot to form in your core.
Your orgasm was built fast and even you didn't have time to let him know before it rocked through you. All the warning you gave was a gasp of, "Oh fuck Michael!" Then it came crashing. The intense bliss that blinded you for a moment, your body tensing and grinding as you were worked through the orgasm. You didn't realize until moments later, but Michael had wrapped his arms around you, holding you up as you squeezed around his fingers. He protectively clung to you, not letting you fall back and get hurt against the mirror behind you.
You were left panting and whimpering, small aftershocks causing you to shudder as your came down from the incredible high. Your head settled into the crook of Michael's neck and you let out a small huff. "Fuck, Michael," you grumbled.
This had you both laughing under your breaths. Then silence for a moment settled around you two. There was nothing to say, only the need to bask in the presence of each other.
However, eventually, Michael placed a kiss on your forehead and then spoke, "So… You might need a second shower," he teased. "Think I might join you for this one."
Okay, random thought popped into this mush brain hello.
WARNINGS: Wolf Shifter!141, nothing too extreme.
Thinking about you driving down a back road. You're tired. You just want to get home. You love the isolation that comes with the small cottage you brought. It's cute, only has the occasional issue, and is decked out in your own style. It's yours.
Backroads means wildlife. You are reminded of that in the form of your car plowing right into a heavy mass. Your car jolts and you slam on your brakes, soul ascending out of your body. Your heart is pounding, your adrenaline immediately spiking, and stone cold horror washes over you.
You hit something.
You're shakily getting out of the car, looking out past where your headlights shine. You don't see anything at first. You do a quick glance at your bent bumper before you hear a low whine.
Cautiously, but hurriedly, you run to the noise. Your eyes widen, that horror now making you dizzy.
You hit the biggest wolf you have ever seen.
His sandy coat is ruffled as he lies on his side. You think his breathing is unsteady, but honestly, you aren't quite sure over your screaming mind. You don't know what to do, but you need to help if you can.
He lifts his head immediately when you approach, brown eyes peering into you like he sees your soul. A beautiful creature. You know whatever he does will just be a reaction to instinct.
Yet, he merely stares at you as you approach. No growling, no whimper. Just stares. It unnerves you.
Just as you get close enough to kneel, a low growl emits behind you, making your spine go ridged. You slowly turn your head, spotting two other wolves in a defensive stance. Where there is one, there is multiple. Wolves are pack animals, you should’ve remembered that.
You're definitely going to die.
However, a louder, more authoritative snap has both wolves bowing slightly. Though, they're clearly watching you still. Silent, but deadly. It's the unpredictable nature of the situation that has you seconds away from making some dumb decision that will probably get you killed.
The Alpha, as evidenced by the reactions of the others, stalks up to your cluttered mess of a group. Four versus one. Nails scrape on the asphalt, deep blue eyes watching you, but focused on his fallen packmate as well. He's gnarly--torn ears, scars underneath his thick coat. Sure, he received those scars, but he obviously won every single fight.
You gulp.
The Alpha nuzzles his nose into his friend, a small chuff escaping his lips. The fallen wolf chuffs back in response, finally attempting to move. His muscles strain as he struggles to pick himself back up. The pair of wolves that arrived first are at their buddy's side, nosing him up onto his feet.
They flank either side of him, pressing their thick, obviously well-fed forms into him. He won't topple either way with them around. The Alpha, who you think is going to lead them back into the woods, wanders over to your car.
You follow reluctantly, not really wanting to stand out in the dark alone. What if there was more? Why were they going to your car in the first place? Your brain was reeling, and you wondered if you had actuslly crashed, and this was a random reality your life conjured.
The Alpha paws at your back hatch, eyes blinking up at you. Okay, maybe they were once domesticated wolves. Would that explain this very odd behavior? You weren’t sure anymore.
You open the back hatch, and immediately, all four dogs are piling into your car. The vehicle even lowers underneath all the weight. They surround their wounded packmate like incessent mosquitoes.
"Do you want a ride to the doggy motel or something?" You choke out.
Do they want you to take them somewhere? What was even going on? Who are you kidding. They don't know locations. You have to make the decision.
The Alpha growls in response.
Tough crowd.
You let out a shaky breath, closing the back hatch quickly and scampering to the front. The car already reeks of dog when you sit down, and every little movement makes your car bounce.
Your best case scenario is taking them home as you're too far away from town, and you don't know how to explain any of this. Plus, you were sure the vet was gone from the shop by now. Sleeping normally like you should be.
You'll check the damage on your car in the morning.
teehee haha so for anyone following me for the pitt kinktober stuff, just kind of a heads up, i was prewriting everything in september but then september became the month of everything falling apart SO kinktober will be posted, some days might just be a little later than others :) i do apologize but life really was just a fucking bitch this month.
Okay, random 141 hybrid headcanons because I had brain rot today. Maybe I will try to do sea animals as well if you guys want???? Idk. Lemme know.
WARNINGS: NONE
JOHNNY (racoon hybrid)
Johnny has an deep intelligence, nimbleness, and bit of mischievousness that made him perfect for demolitions and Task Force 141. Those hands, they’re up to no good and know how to get dirty. He’s so expressive yet hard to read at the same time. Price recruited him as soon as he could.
Johnny looks soft, but approach with caution. He has a mean bite when he’s threatened. He has an explosive anger if you push him too far. Despite what you make think, Johnny loves time he’s alone. While he is social, to a degree, his battery can run out quickly. This is when you can see him tucked over his journal, observing more than interacting.
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JOHN (badger hybrid)
Like Johnny, he will defend himself or his close allies. He’s has a deep fearlessness, an unquestionable reason to follow him. It takes quite a lot to shake him, not rattled by a majority of occurrences.
His social level relies heavily on his circumstances. Though, he spends a lot of time alone doing paperwork and doesn’t fully seek out a conversation. He usually has to be approached, which then opens him up. Solitary with a minimal social level.
Won't admit it, but has a pretty extensive nest. Burrows under blankets, especially in the winter. Burrowing instincts translates to his men, often herding them when he's in certain parts of the year. Very clean.
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KYLE (red panda hybrid)
Excellent climber. Flexible. Can go long periods without eating, which helps on missions. Will sleep a lot off mission. Curls his tail around himself when he sleeps. Hibernates, sometimes getting pulled into the warmth of Price's burrow.
Great adaptation to different weather.
Kyle isn’t as aggressive as Johnny or Price, but that doesn’t make him any less of a threat. He is the least suspecting, which makes him a surprise. Because he has a mean bite as well. Silent, but deadly. Watch your step. The pretty ones always have something up their sleeve.
Values his space. Keeps it clean and territorial. He keeps his circle small. Trusting his squad, sisters, and mom and that’s it. Loves fruit and naturally sweet things.
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SIMON (skunk hybrid)
He is very resistant to his hybrid in a lot of ways, but still victim at the same time. Stomps his feet when he's agitated, which he tries to hide as much as possible because it’s not as intimidating. Knows how to use his size and voice instead. He listens more to the human over the skunk.
He doesn’t hide because he’s insecure, it’s just better to react outside of the instincts when you’re in an active war zone. And his instincts got easier to suppress after being alive for a long time. Though, they aren’t as strong as other hybrids have in the grand scheme of things. He does love his mischievous side, though.
Okay just saw a post about Ghost worshiping his girlfriend for being feminine, and doing her hair, and everyone was like "so true! His mother never got to be feminine so he'd love it" and such.
But I sort of really find this take unrealistic?
First of, he's a Manchester bloke and Manchester folk are fucking weird (follow me on this).
He is also pragmatic and disciplined, something that got shaped into him through the military. Let's not forget he has seen some ugly shit from wars and simply from living around men, who can be very disgusting when they just enter the army, mind you.
So your beauty treatments? Ghost would clock those as routine.
He wouldn't even be phased if you had hairy legs or shaved legs, bodily standards are really something he doesn't register.
Ghost is genuinely the type of man who would fall for someone because of their brain, not because of their looks.
So if you're feminine? Cool. That means you're disciplined and have a strict routine, almost military like.
If you're a tomboy? Also cool. Means you don't follow society's standards and have your own mind.
Ghost doesn't view the way you show yourself to the world through the lenses of beauty. He simply dissects what that means about your personality.
And honestly, that's probably the sexiest thing about this man. He loves your brain first. Your body is just the solid ground he uses to worship that.
current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.
someone brought a cake analysis robot to feed the cake into to determine the exact ingredients and supposedly it can spit out the exact same cake. and if you're like dude. what. then they're like well if it bothers you you should have made more cake. i'm hungry and i deserve cake. and you're like dude we're at a party.
Three months later you find out that fifty people locked themselves in a room to discuss how much they loved your cake and how they wished you made more. None of them ever told you.
