your no whites allowed post (ik it was a joke but still) came off as a little hypocritical to me because if you fight for that not to be done to you why would you make that joke against us?? i understand it is tongue and cheek but it comes across as though white people are not welcome on your page.
love, a confused white midwest girl
My "no whites allowed post" (which is a wild way to put it but you knew it was some form of a joke) had no intentions to detour anybody who is white. In the post, all i said was "I better see the black!reader tags skyrocket this month!!!" because as you can clearly see, its BHM and there will always be a lack of black!reader fanfics.
The gif used is always passed around every year because of how "Hypocritical" it is in a sense that the character, Louis, in turn was messing with a white man. the gif has layers but you seem to be the only one who didn’t understand it I guess.
Of course, everybody is welcome to my page, as i write all of my fics as blank as possible in terms of appearance (unless stated otherwise) so im sorry if it comes off that way to anybody else.
but again, it wasnt really anything to explain?
Don’t jump me but I’m genuinely confused how you came to this conclusion…
ok I'm just gonna elaborate on my opinion that the remake of "Cloudy…with a chance of murder" is The Most Evil And Fucked Up Thing Psych Creators Could Ever Do Because Of The Bike Scene Removal
y'all remember the "I've been thinking about getting a car" speech right. But let's take a step back and talk about the bike.
The bike symbolizes Shawn's freedom, independence, and in the "Cloudy…" it is implicitly taken by his own father ( which I'm letting go. for now), and in the end a bunch of people prepared to get it back for Shawn, but who gets there first? Lassiter.
And it would be SO easy to play it off by having Lassie say something like "I got you your bike back so you could drive the fuck away from my police station", or "you helped me out before so I feel obligated to repay you, now we're even", but no. Lassie's reaction is genuine embarrassment when people found out he got the bike, because it was purely a nice gesture. A nice gesture for Shawn, whom he "hates".
So what I'm saying is. metaphorically. Lassiter gives Shawn back all the independence and freedom, because despite all Shawn's antics, he sees him and accepts him for who he is, with all his bullshit, doesn't fall for his lies and literally embraces the deception and rolls with it for eight more seasons, with occasional Gotta Call Him On His Bullshit To Keep Him In Shape.
This scene encapsulates the progress of the dynamic between Lassie and Shawn and it's the foundation for their future relationship, where they know they can trust and rely on each other, despite everything. So again, removing it in the remake was a literal crime against humanity and me specifically because it basically erases part of Lassie's character
Haven't seen anyone consider that Melissa (Vel's assistant) could be under a love potion. It'd make sense with her odd heart-shaped pupils, and we know Velvette is on the add for the Vee's love potion, even if we haven't seen much of either the potion or Melissa beyond brief glances.
Hehehe, full send. Zack and Court's age gap is #mentioned and talked about... they both like it, they told me. Word Count: 3106
Zack has been pissing Court off the entire day. He's been barking at everyone for some goddamn reason despite everyone following every order perfectly. Court was getting pretty fucking sick of his shit by the time training for the day ended.
Everyone essentially scurried away from Zack except for Court. Zack huffed to himself as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the showers, Court following like a shadow.
Zack went into the shower room on the opposite side of their barracks to get away from everyone, and Court took note of that. Weird. He's just been fucking weird all day.
Zack threw the door to the showers open, thank God no one else was inside, and threw his bag on the sink countertop.
Court walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He watched Zack unzip his bag, shoulders tense, and pull out a new set of clothes.
Court wondered if he would have to be the one to break the silence this time around. Zack glanced over at him, finally, and sighed. "Yes?" Oh, good, Court didn't have to speak first, but he certainly didn't like Zack's tone.
"What's wrong with you?" Court asked quietly, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. "You've been off all day."
Zack set his clothes on top of his bag and placed his hands on the counter. "I'm fine," He said, looking down at the sink.
Court took a step towards him and tilted his head. "Come on…," He trailed off. He took a step closer to Zack and looked up at his face. Zack was tense everywhere. It was odd to see him act so unlike himself.
Zack stood fully and pulled at the end of his shirt before balling it up and placing it on his bag. Court checked to ensure he wasn't hiding any injures and he wasn't, so Court was back to being lost.
Zack bit his lip as he fidgeted with his belt. Another thing he didn't do— fidget, even when he was nervous. "Just wound up, don't know why," He finally admitted. He took off his belt and placed it down on the sink with a clang.
"So you acted like that the entire day," Court raised a brow. He knew he might be getting pushy, but he was worried. Zack never acted this way.
"Yeah," Zack snapped. He ran a hand down his face and sighed. "Just go, I'll cool off and come back to barracks later."
Court thought about listening, but Zack had yet to give him any reason to suggest that the man was actually okay. "No," Court said firmly. "Not leaving till you tell me the truth."
Zack rolled his eyes. "Court."
Court crossed his arms as Zack turned towards him. "Zack," He shot back in the same tone.
Zack looked down as he thought. "You won't make it weird?" He glanced up at Court seriously, and Court's brows furrowed.
"Why would I make anything weird?" Court asked.
"Ya know," Zack shrugged. "'Cause it's weird."
"I'm not gonna make anything weird, promise," Court said softly. He watched Zack relax just a bit before the tension returned.
"Just sick of giving orders," Zack admitted quietly. Court looked at him for a moment and then blinked.
"That's your problem?" He said incredulously. "You're sick of barking at everyone?"
Zack put his hands on the sink and dropped his head. "No— yes, a little. It's weird."
Court was at a loss. He had no idea what Zack was talking about or how to help in any way. "Zack, explain it to me."
Zack took a deep breath and nodded. "M'kay…" He tapped his fingers on the sink before continuing. "…I like when people give me orders."
Court strained to hear his voice— which was a fucking first— and remained confused once he processed what Zack said. "You get orders all the time…?"
Zack huffed in frustration and lowered his head further down towards the countertop. It was like he was trying to disappear but failing miserably. "I do— Not that kind of order… another kind, ya know?"
Court had to sit and think about what the fuck Zack could be talking about before it clicked. "Oh," He said.
Zack dropped his head fully down and put his hands on the sides of his head, trying to hide out of embarrassment. "Yeah, oh."
Court cocked his head at Zack. "You've been a dick all day 'cause you're horny?"
Zack groaned and hid his face behind his hands. Court snorted at his superior's actions and smacked the man's shoulder. "Aww, you're so horny, you're angry… and to think you had me worried," Court teased.
Zack groaned dramatically this time and then stood up. His face had a hint of blush on it, and Court had to bite back a smirk.
"Shut up, Gentry," Zack murmured before walking away towards one of the shower stalls.
Court followed, laughing silently behind the man's back, and watched Zack's broad shoulders for a moment before speaking. "You want orders, I can give 'em," Court didn't exactly sound confident but he was being genuine. If Zack needed someone to tell him what to do, Court could do that for him.
Zack froze, and Court almost walked into him. "What?" He asked Court over his shoulder.
"You need someone to listen to, right?" Court asked quietly. "You can listen to me."
Zack didn't move for a minute, and Court wondered if he'd severely fucked this up, and then Court received a small, "You don't have to."
Court took a step forward and laid a hand on Zack's lower back. The man turned halfway around at the touch and was looking at Court hopefully. "I want to," Court responded with a subtle nod.
Zack turned towards him fully, and Court looked up at him, lost as to where to start.
"I need to shower… so do you," Zack whispered, looking at the showers and then back at Court.
Court nodded and motioned towards one of the stalls. "Go turn the water on then, I need to undress." He turned back towards where they'd come from without waiting for Zack to reply.
Court got out of his clothes and walked back through the shower room, hearing one shower on and seeing Zack's clothes on the ground.
Zack was standing under the water spray, soaking and running a hand through his hair. Court stepped up behind him and ran a hand down his arm.
Zack turned around, and Court saw that he was hard. Court flicked his eyes up to Zack's, but the man was letting the water run down his face.
Court brushed his hand over Zack's hip to get his attention and watched him wipe the water off his face. "Hmm?"
Court wasn't sure what to do for Zack, but the man kept looking down at Court's length while licking his lips.
"Step back," Court pushed Zack's shoulder gently, and the man moved out from directly under the water without hesitation. Court stepped under the water, soaking his hair before taking a half-step back. "C'mere," He held a hand out, and Zack blocked the water as he stood directly in front of Court.
Court thought about teasing, thought about dragging this out, but clearly, Zack needed this now. He's been waiting all day. "Kneel," Court's eyes flicked to the ground as he spoke.
Zack hummed in the back of his throat and sank to his knees. He looked up at Court and pawed at Court's thighs, waiting to be told what to do.
Court ran a hand through Zack's hair, separating it into sections and staring hard at the white strands. "You got some seasoning in you, huh?"
Zack squeezed his thighs and clenched his mouth shut, fighting the urge to make Court move faster.
Court fidgeted more with the white hairs and dragged his nails along Zack's scalp. The water hit the back of Zack's head as he moved his hand, and Zack leaned his head against Court's thigh.
Court pulled Zack's face away from his thigh and held him gently. "Put your hands on me, I know you want to."
Zack wrapped his hands around Court's dick and sighed in relief. Finally.
"Listen to everything I say without any backtalk… sure you're not a puppy?" Court parted Zack's hair to let the water hit it evenly.
Zack licked his lips and experimentally stroked Court's length. Court froze and gripped his hair tightly. "Zack," He scolded, and Zack's hand stopped moving. "Good. You listen so well."
Zack felt himself shudder and his dick twitch at the praise. Dammit, Court's going to use that against him. "Court," He begged silently.
Court took the bottle of shampoo from the shelf and squeezed some out onto his hand. "Think you can focus while I scrub your hair?"
Zack nodded, and Court permitted him to stroke his length. Zack felt Court's fingertips massaging the shampoo into his hair and closed his eyes a moment before refocusing on pumping Court's dick.
Court took a steadying breath and started rinsing the shampoo out. "Use your tongue, but don't put it in your mouth," He told Zack after the shampoo was fully washed away.
Zack hummed and leaned forward, licking the tip of his dick and groaning at the taste. Court held the back of his tightly for a second as he collected himself before letting go to grab the bottle of conditioner.
Zack licked along the underside of Court's length and flicked his tongue across his tip over and over again, lapping at it as if his life depended on it.
Court started working the conditioner into Zack's hair, and shushed him when Court had to pull his head away from Court's dick. "Just a second," He whispered as he ran his fingers through Zack's hair to get the conditioner out.
Zack collected the spit in his mouth and let it seep onto Court's tip as he ran his tongue across it. Court stilled his head, and Zack looked up at him with blown-out eyes. "Use your mouth now, you did well."
Zack gripped the base of Court's dick and wrapped his lips around the tip. He groaned at finally being allowed to use his mouth and flicked his tongue. Zack felt himself dripping precum despite the water running down his body.
Court couldn't wash Zack's body in this position, so he decided to clean his own hair in the meantime. He got through shampooing his hair okay, but the moment he trailed his fingers through his hair with the conditioner, Zack started bobbing his head up and down.
"Zack," Court croaked out. Zack froze, ready to be scolded for not following orders— for not having patience, but Court just rolled his hips experimentally.
Zack gripped his thigh tightly and moaned. Court smirked and got the conditioner in his hair evenly before looking down at Zack. "This what you wanted all along?"
Zack nodded as much as he could and hummed in affirmation. Court leaned into the water to rinse the conditioner out, letting his dick slide deeper into Zack's mouth.
Zack's nails dug into Court's leg as he choked on the man's length. Court pulled away the water, wiping it off his face, and saw Zack drooling.
"Suck, Zack. I'll tell you when to stop," Court threaded his fingers through the hair at the top of Zack's head and watched as Zack started sucking him off.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste and feeling and dropped his hand away from Court's length to take hold of his own. Court gripped his hair a bit tighter and pulled his mouth almost completely off his dick. "You only touch yourself until I tell you to stop," Court said as he grazed his nails over Zack's scalp and waited until the man nodded with a small, broken hum to let him continue moving.
Zack took hold of his own dick and started stroking himself, moaning around Court's length when he pressed his thumb into his tip. Court thrusted his hips once, then twice into Zack's mouth, and watched the man's eyelids flutter, and his breathing turn heavy. "Bet you've been leaking all day— just waiting for someone to order you around," Court spoke down to Zack, and the man squirmed at his words. "Gotta take care of my seniors, right?"
Zack gagged when he took too much of Court's length, and Court pulled his head back so he wouldn't keep making himself gag. Zack stroked himself furiously, wanting to cum so badly now that he'd finally gotten what he wanted all day, but Court could hear his little groans and whines become louder and more needy, and put an end to it. "Stop," Court patted Zack's cheek approvingly when the man stopped jerking off. "Make me cum and then you can," He pet Zack's cheek with his thumb as he spoke.
Zack put his hand back up to rest on Court's thigh. It was slick with his precum and the water running from the shower, but Court didn't mind. Zack started bobbing his head and then reached up to squeeze Court's hip. Court tilted his head questioningly at the man, and Zack tugged his hip forward so Court's length would thrust into his mouth. Really, Court shouldn't be surprised by the things Zack liked or wanted… but here he was.
Court rolled his hips into Zack's mouth, only taking a few seconds to time his thrusts correctly before Zack started sucking him. Zack breathed heavily through his nose, uncaring for the water hitting the back of his head and spraying over his face. All he wanted was for Court to cum. He needed Coudt to cum.
Court let out breathy moans and sighs the closer he got, and warned Zack when he was going to cum. Zack hummed in approval and kept working Court inside his mouth even as the man's hips stuttered and stilled as he came.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste of Court's cum on his tongue and sucked as much of it down as he could. He kept bobbing his head on Court's dick, somehow lost in the pleasure of making someone else cum and then tasting it.
Court winced at the overstimulation and gently pulled Zack's mouth off his length. Zack breathed heavily as drool and cum dripped down the sides of his mouth. Court looked down at Zack's length and saw that the man was achingly hard and leaking all over the shower floor.
"You can cum now," Court pet Zack's hair, and Zack leaned his face against Court's thigh, breathing in deeply before wrapping a hand around himself again.
Zack panted into Court's skin as he stroked himself quickly, not bothering to pick up speed over time, and moaned quietly into Court's leg. He grabbed hold of Court's hip and held on tightly as he neared his climax. Court carded his fingers through Zack's hair as the man gasped, went still, and came on the floor.
Court praised him quietly, and Zack lifted his now cum covered hand to rest on Court's other hip. He gripped Court's hips tightly as he caught his breath.
Court took hold of one of Zack's hands. "You okay?" He asked softly.
Zack nodded before sitting back on his feet. "Shit," He whispered. "Needed that."
Court laughed at his tone and blissful expression before helping Zack to his feet. Zack used his shoulder to stabilize himself, and Court was reminded of how much bigger the man in front of him was as the water stopped touching Court.
Zack turned around, facing the water spray, and grabbed hold of the body wash. "C'mere," He dragged Court under the water spray, soaking his hair again, and started scrubbing down his body.
Court went to interject and say he could do this himself, but Zack only huffed and continued cleaning him. Zack finished cleaning his torso and arms and crouched down to clean his legs.
Court put a hand on Zack's head without thinking and was rewarded with a smirk directed up at him. "Think you like my hair more than me."
Court messed Zack's hair up in response. Zack ignored his now messy, wet hair and ran the soap over Court's legs and ass. He squeezed Court's ass before dropping his hands away and standing again.
He smiled at Court's surprised and slightly embarrassed expression before making Court stand under the water to clean off.
Zack scrubbed himself as Court washed the soap off and then rinsed himself quickly before shutting the water off.
Zack reached for a towel he'd set up near his clothes on the floor and wrapped it around Court's neck. Court put his hands on the towel as Zack stepped out of the stall to get himself a towel.
Court wiped himself dry and stepped out, following Zack's wet footprints back to the sink. Zack had a towel wrapped around his waist and was tossing his dirty clothes into his bag.
Court grabbed his own clothes and started dressing. Zack glanced back at him and smiled genuinely. He didn't say anything, but Court nodded at him as he finished getting dressed.
Zack got dressed a second later, tossing his towel in the bin of used towels alongside Court's.
They walked over to the door together, and Court unlocked it. Zack put a hand on the heavy wood to stop him from opening it, so Court turned to look at him with his brows pulled together.
"Thanks," Zack whispered and let go of the door. He pulled it open himself as Court cleared his throat and they started walking down the hallway together towards their barracks.
Court didn't respond to his thanks and put his hands in his pockets. Zack glanced at him and bumped his shoulder. "Sure aren't acting like I just swallowed your cum," He smirked as he watched Court choke on his spit. "And there it is."
Court elbowed him in the side, but all Zack did was laugh and tug Court into his side. He patted Court's shoulder and leaned down into his ear, "You do take good care of your seniors. I'll have to pay you back somehow."
Court blushed and ducked his head down, but kept walking with Zack's arm thrown over his shoulders. The man teased him for his red face, actually reaching a hand up to punch his cheek, but didn't comment any further.
Court sighed but couldn't help the little smile that made its way onto his face. Maybe what they'd just done helped Court calm down, too…
I really can’t emphasize enough how deeply frustrated I am with Corellon creating the drow and leaving the main aggressors of the crown war free to do their world conquering bit. Left unchecked they conquered nearly the entire elven world. Like come on Corellon, don’t leave a job half done!
