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current fixation: josh brolin
current big fandoms: star wars (specifically the prequels, the clone wars, the bad batch, anything clone related), oscar isaac and whatever he's up to, marvel (mcu; dd), justified
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i have some clone ocs that i hope to introduce so stay tuned for that~
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I rmr like 10 years ago it was seen as a huge fandom no no to alert actors and writers to shipping culture for the sake of the thing itself. I vividly remember how ppl were seen as social pariahs for asking actors at conventions about fanfic, or fanart. It was seen as, like, a violation akin to talking about Fight Club. It's why it was exciting if people from the industry organically spoke about fanfic or fanart because there was a very clear line that in general was not crossed. Because shipping, fan art and fan culture in general is/was something done with fans by fans for each other - not for production companies or clout. I mean, the term queerbaiting was originally created to call out the maligned act of a production weaponising queer fan culture to promote a show with no actual pay off. If was a term coined to condemn the entertainment industry interfering with fan culture. But now that's not only normal but people *want* it for some godforsaken reason like so many people actually want fandom to be in the hands of the industry. I don't get why you can't see that doing so is selling your soul!!! you're ceding something community driven and made out of love to the greedy soulless hands of capitalism and for what??? for what??? because you need validation?? cos then everyone will clap? pathetic.
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Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
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warnings: rated m: for making out + matt getting handsy, and some suggestive dialogue; she/her pronouns used; no use of y/n
word count: 976
summary: you make out with matt against his car and he gets a handful of you~
a/n: this is v self indulgent (i guess all fics are aren't they); i don't love my boobs so this fic came from that idea. (no breast size is explicitly mentioned but insecurity is the theme of this fic)
It’s a warm summer evening and you’re heading back to the car after a nice date with your boyfriend Matt Graver. You think he must be hotter than the sticky air outside, and you still can’t believe you can call him your boyfriend.
You walk hand in hand. The live music from a bar fades into the background. You’re flushed and you’re certain it’s to do with him.
He pulls his hand from yours, but only to get out the keys for his classic muscle car. You hear the click as he turns the key, and he’s about to open your door for you.
But instead, he presses you against the car.
His warm hands searing your skin over your tank top. He hooks his fingers into your jean short belt loops and pulls your hips towards him. His cologne that you love so much hits your nose as you get close to him.
Matt’s mouth finds yours and it quickly turns from a nice kiss to another searing touch from him. You’re tasting each other, and he swallows your soft whines. But he’s not quiet either. Little happy grunts escape as you weave your fingers into his hair. His hair that despite this humidity still looks amazing.
You’re so lost in the taste and smell of him that you don’t notice his hands move until he squeezes. Big hands envelop your chest. Warmth seeps into your skin through your tank top and bra. He presses harder, squeezes harder. And you squeak with surprise. It’s an embarrassing sound really, and you wriggle out of his firm grip.
“Whoa,” he says when you turn away. “What’s wrong? Too fast?” you can hear the wince in his voice. He knows you’re on the shy side and can be a little skittish. He’s been nothing but patient with you, but he’s still a flirt and he’s totally smitten with you.
“No,” your voice is small. His hand comes to rest on your back, and you don’t know why but you start to tear up a little. “They’re not good.”
“Sorry?” he ducks his head closer to you to hear. He heard. But he wants to hear you say it again.
You turn around to face him, he’s still so close. Gosh he’s handsome. It’s even worse when he’s this close. The mint on his breath from his gum. The slight stubble on his chin. Sweat on his temples from the heat in the air. Lips puffy from the kissing.
“What’s not good?” his hands are on your hips again. He’s not gonna let you move. You avoid his gaze and instead stare at a bead of sweat running down his neck.
His hands move from your hips to your face to get you to look at him.
“My boobs,” you murmur into the hot air. You can still hear the live band playing in the distance.
“According to…?”
“I don’t know.” You try to avoid his gaze again.
“Felt pretty good to me,” the smirk is heavy in his voice. You blush but tears still sting your eyes.
“You haven’t seen them,” you murmur even lower.
“I’d like to,” he leans in to nibble on your ear. His hands tug on your tank top and you gasp.
“Here?” you croak.
He looks around in jest. “I don’t see anyone…” he smiles at you.
“Matt!” you shove his chest. And he laughs, wrapping you up in his arms. He kisses your forehead softly.
“I really would like to see them. Bet they’re perfect. Just like the rest of you.”
“I’m scared you’ll be disappointed,” you say into his neck.
“I’m not,” he grins.
“But-“
“Impossible. Can’t disappoint me when I’m already in love with you.”
You gasp softly and pull back.
“Really?” your lip trembles. This is the first time he’s said it to you out loud.
His smile is confident, but there’s a tiny hint of shyness in his eyes.
“Have for a while now,” he admits.
“I love you,” you tell him. It’s not the first time you’ve said it. But it is the first time you could say it back. A tear falls, but it’s a happy one. And Matt reaches up to wipe it away, but you grab his hand before he can.
He watches you as you put his hand on your hip, and force his hand up under your tank top. He lets you move his hand up your skin. His finger tips bump your underwire and he takes the rest from there. They find their way up under your bra and he fills his palm with you.
Another sound escapes your lips but you let it happen this time. You fall into him and he chuckles softly, letting you lean your weight on him.
His hand kneads and gropes for a bit, then he makes room for his thumb to brush against you.
“Matt,” you moan into his neck and you’re not sure how much more of this you can take.
“She’s sensitive,” he purrs into your ear. Somehow in this summer heat, you shiver in his arms.
“Matt, please,” you sob out. It feels so good and you have no idea what to do with it.
“Please what?” he kisses your neck, and starts to pinch with his forefinger and thumb.
“I-“ you choke out when he starts to roll your nipple between fingers.
“Too much?” he coos going back to his kneading. Big palm spread over you.
You nod and whimper pitifully and he chuckles out a laugh again, kissing your cheek.
“Will you let me see them soon?” he leans back and hooks a finger in your tank top at your chest. He doesn’t pull but you know he would if you were ok with it.
warnings: rated m: for making out + matt getting handsy, and some suggestive dialogue; she/her pronouns used; no use of y/n
word count: 976
summary: you make out with matt against his car and he gets a handful of you~
a/n: this is v self indulgent (i guess all fics are aren't they); i don't love my boobs so this fic came from that idea. (no breast size is explicitly mentioned but insecurity is the theme of this fic)
It’s a warm summer evening and you’re heading back to the car after a nice date with your boyfriend Matt Graver. You think he must be hotter than the sticky air outside, and you still can’t believe you can call him your boyfriend.
You walk hand in hand. The live music from a bar fades into the background. You’re flushed and you’re certain it’s to do with him.
He pulls his hand from yours, but only to get out the keys for his classic muscle car. You hear the click as he turns the key, and he’s about to open your door for you.
But instead, he presses you against the car.
His warm hands searing your skin over your tank top. He hooks his fingers into your jean short belt loops and pulls your hips towards him. His cologne that you love so much hits your nose as you get close to him.
Matt’s mouth finds yours and it quickly turns from a nice kiss to another searing touch from him. You’re tasting each other, and he swallows your soft whines. But he’s not quiet either. Little happy grunts escape as you weave your fingers into his hair. His hair that despite this humidity still looks amazing.
You’re so lost in the taste and smell of him that you don’t notice his hands move until he squeezes. Big hands envelop your chest. Warmth seeps into your skin through your tank top and bra. He presses harder, squeezes harder. And you squeak with surprise. It’s an embarrassing sound really, and you wriggle out of his firm grip.
“Whoa,” he says when you turn away. “What’s wrong? Too fast?” you can hear the wince in his voice. He knows you’re on the shy side and can be a little skittish. He’s been nothing but patient with you, but he’s still a flirt and he’s totally smitten with you.
“No,” your voice is small. His hand comes to rest on your back, and you don’t know why but you start to tear up a little. “They’re not good.”
“Sorry?” he ducks his head closer to you to hear. He heard. But he wants to hear you say it again.
You turn around to face him, he’s still so close. Gosh he’s handsome. It’s even worse when he’s this close. The mint on his breath from his gum. The slight stubble on his chin. Sweat on his temples from the heat in the air. Lips puffy from the kissing.
“What’s not good?” his hands are on your hips again. He’s not gonna let you move. You avoid his gaze and instead stare at a bead of sweat running down his neck.
His hands move from your hips to your face to get you to look at him.
“My boobs,” you murmur into the hot air. You can still hear the live band playing in the distance.
“According to…?”
“I don’t know.” You try to avoid his gaze again.
“Felt pretty good to me,” the smirk is heavy in his voice. You blush but tears still sting your eyes.
“You haven’t seen them,” you murmur even lower.
“I’d like to,” he leans in to nibble on your ear. His hands tug on your tank top and you gasp.
“Here?” you croak.
He looks around in jest. “I don’t see anyone…” he smiles at you.
“Matt!” you shove his chest. And he laughs, wrapping you up in his arms. He kisses your forehead softly.
“I really would like to see them. Bet they’re perfect. Just like the rest of you.”
“I’m scared you’ll be disappointed,” you say into his neck.
“I’m not,” he grins.
“But-“
“Impossible. Can’t disappoint me when I’m already in love with you.”
You gasp softly and pull back.
“Really?” your lip trembles. This is the first time he’s said it to you out loud.
His smile is confident, but there’s a tiny hint of shyness in his eyes.
“Have for a while now,” he admits.
“I love you,” you tell him. It’s not the first time you’ve said it. But it is the first time you could say it back. A tear falls, but it’s a happy one. And Matt reaches up to wipe it away, but you grab his hand before he can.
He watches you as you put his hand on your hip, and force his hand up under your tank top. He lets you move his hand up your skin. His finger tips bump your underwire and he takes the rest from there. They find their way up under your bra and he fills his palm with you.
Another sound escapes your lips but you let it happen this time. You fall into him and he chuckles softly, letting you lean your weight on him.
His hand kneads and gropes for a bit, then he makes room for his thumb to brush against you.
“Matt,” you moan into his neck and you’re not sure how much more of this you can take.
“She’s sensitive,” he purrs into your ear. Somehow in this summer heat, you shiver in his arms.
“Matt, please,” you sob out. It feels so good and you have no idea what to do with it.
“Please what?” he kisses your neck, and starts to pinch with his forefinger and thumb.
“I-“ you choke out when he starts to roll your nipple between fingers.
“Too much?” he coos going back to his kneading. Big palm spread over you.
You nod and whimper pitifully and he chuckles out a laugh again, kissing your cheek.
“Will you let me see them soon?” he leans back and hooks a finger in your tank top at your chest. He doesn’t pull but you know he would if you were ok with it.
