Racketelio - Cassiopeia

if you spam-like me I’m assuming you want to see me staring up at you as I mouth at your clit jsyk

..I fear Thunderbolts bought out the most annoying John Walker fans..ever.

"He killed a terrorist! Hes better than Sam" you either didnt watch Falcon and the Winter soldier at ALL, or you're a weird, illiterate loser who just hates black characters. Like..people who think John is this cool character who did nothing wrong piss me the hell off.

He has an inferiority complex and he thinks he deserves the shield and a better title simply cuz he was a good SOLDIER. Like..that was his damn job. He didnt do it cuz he cared about helping and he doesnt deserve the fucking shield.

Also..the flag smasher he killed wasn't a terrorist, like..the whole point was they were being forgotten and shoved away cuz everyone who got snapped came back AND THEY HAD NO WHERE TO GO, then John, killed him even AFTER HE WAS ACTIVELY SURROUNDING. John was a giant fucking baby throughout the entire show and made Sam's life WAY harder cuz he couldn't deal with the fact he wasn't Captain America.

And then he goes up and he neglects his fucking son cuz hes reading articles about himself, and he screams at his wife??? And..this is your goat?? Really. You cant bash Sam for fucking existing and then claim John is this complex, interesting hero when he fucking isn't.

John was FUNNY in Thunderbolts and useful on the occasion. That doesnt make him the new Captain America, nor does it even make him good. Like..if you hate Sam and love John, Im just gonna assume you're racist cuz..aint no other explanation 🤨

Ain’t no way I’m seeing people forget about Peeta. “All 3 victors have a bird representing them” “all district 12 victors weren’t reaped fairly” “did you know that all 3 of the victors from 12 actually cheated in the games” “it’s so cool that all the victors are from the Seam or are Covey”. Like omg what about Peeta?!?! Mans did not almost die like 10 times just to be tossed to the side!! He won the 74th games alongside Katniss, she wasn’t the only one who won it!! Just please put some respect on his name

Hi jo sorry if this isn’t what you normally write and you can ignore it if you want. I would just love a sort of comfort fic of reader losing their virginity to art but she’s uncomfortable and wants to stop and he’s sweet about it

No pressure I love everything you put out ♡

don't apologise pookie this is sweet :) <3

warnings: 18+ sex (p in v), insecure/uncomfortable reader, loss of virginity, very quickly (+ poorly) written apologies x

This is decidedly not how you expected losing your virginity to go.

Art was a gentleman. Waiting patiently for months, never pressuring you into anything despite the fact he'd spent countless nights leaving your dorm blue-balled and in dire need of a cold shower. Even when you suggested taking that next step, he made you insist several times that it was really what you wanted.

No, he wasn't the problem.

It took fifteen minutes with his head between your thighs for you to cum. That part was great. It was what came next that made things awkward: Art perched above you, one hand entwined with our own while the other guided him into you. The stretch was overwhelming, enough to render you breathless for the next few seconds as he eased in slowly. Each thick, solid inch has your toes curling and your lungs desperately gathering air.

An affirmative nod of your head to confirm that you were okay (you weren't) and he was rocking into you, groaning about how tight and good you felt. Everyone always said it gets better. But it's been two minutes of him thrusting into you, jaw slack with pleasure and eyes screwed shut while he babbles praises senselessly about how well you're taking it, and things are decidedly not better.

You can't take it anymore. The discomfort of having another person so deep inside you, the stretch, the burning pain...

"Art, stop."

He doesn't hear you at first. You're quiet, drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin and his ragged sounds of pleasure.

"Art." Your free hand finds his shoulder. Fingers curling into the sweat-slick skin, face strained in displeasure. "Stop, please."

Now you've got his attention. His eyes snap onto yours again, hips slowing to a halt. "What?" He blinks lamely. Despite his initial obliviousness, at least he's stopped moving.

"I just... I can't," you explain weakly, choking on a hitched breath.

It's not the most eloquent reply ever, but what are you supposed to say? This is awful. It's nothing like I expected. I'm having a terrible time. It hurts, it's uncomfortable, it's—

You could say all of that, actually. You just don't want to hurt his feelings.

"Okay," he says, brows furrowing. "Are you, um... are you okay? I'm sorry, was I going too fast?"

His hand moves to push your hair gently out of your face. Sweet boy. You can't find it in yourself to be upset.

"No, you're fine," you reply, trying for a smile. It falls terribly flat.

"Are you—" A pause, hand squeezing yours as he braces himself up on his other one. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you reply, embarrassed by the way his eyes are searching your face with such genuine concern. You wish you could just melt into the mattress and pretend this never happened. "Can you just... can you get off, please?"

"Oh!" He blinks, glancing down. "Right. Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry."

The process of him pulling out is far less agonising, and you breathe a sigh of relief, body relaxing beneath him. He's still watching you with that same worried look as he lays down next to you, fingers twitching by his sides uncertainly.

"Too much?" He asks tentatively. You nod sheepishly, eyes averted. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't—did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

It feels like the hundredth time he's posed the question, but he's panicking inwardly about your apparent state of discomfort as you shift restlessly, eyes fixated on some point over his shoulder. You feel embarrassed. Guilty. Like a failure.

What's the point in him dating you if you can't even handle sex?

You don't voice any of that out loud, but he can see it in your eyes; the way your bottom lip quivers slightly as the all of the emotions cross plainly across your face. Or how your eyes glisten with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, voice cracking.

"No, no, no. Why are you apologising?" He replies instantly. He lifts a hand, pausing before he makes contact. "Is this okay?" When you nod your head, his hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over your skin.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. It's okay."

Your head shakes insistently. "No, I should be able to do it. I mean, what's the point if I can't?"

His knuckles linger against your cheek, and then he laughs. Just a soft huff of amusement, but enough to have you knitting your brows at him.

"What's the point?" He repeats softly, eyes crinkling down at you. "It's just sex, babe."

"Sex is a very integral part of a relationship!" You argue, wiping feebly at your eyes.

"Maybe," Art says, shrugging noncommittally as he watches your aborted attempt sympathetically. "Doesn't mean we have to have sex right now. There's always room to try again in the future, right?"

You hate that he makes sense. It's hard to wallow in your own self-pity when he's looking at you so tenderly, still caressing your cheek. "Right," you mumble reluctantly. "And if the future is never?"

"We'll tackle that hurdle when we get there," he says, dipping his head to kiss the tip of your nose. "Stop stressing. Let's just put a movie on and relax, 'kay?"

You pout at him for a second longer before relenting. Your head falls back into the pillow with a sigh as he settles back beside you, an arm draped across your middle to reach for the remote. A few more sniffles can be heard as you settle down.

"Thank you."

It's quiet, but he hears it. He sends you a soft smile. "You don't need to thank me."

"Well, I am," you reply, shifting to rest your head against his shoulder. All you get in reply is a light chuckle.

A few moments pass as he flicks through the channels before you speak up again. "Can you maybe put your boxers back on? I don't want to see your dick."

He snorts, tilting his head to press a kiss into the top of your hair. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

I’m sorry, but imagine being mad at former Avenger, current Captain America, first person to speak up against The Accords, has spent his entire MCU tenure fighting against corruption (while also fighting the Big Bads), Sam Wilson, because he doesn’t want a bunch of misfits, including the guy who tried to kill him with his own shield, running around working for the head of THE MOTHERFUCKING CIA and calling themselves Avengers???

Jfc put on your thinking caps already

missing van so much i think maybe i'll destroy the world or something

jo!!! your laurie is on her period!!! id on't liek it. svae me. lesbians shouldn't get periods. save masc lesbians from periods 2025.

^^^how i look begging for your help

nooo pookie i am So sorry. fighting your uterus for you right now we'll get thru this together

So who’s gonna supply me with James potter rugby fics

back to being that annoying yjs fan who points out that it is odd to want to live vicariously through a violent, thoughtless, and delusional character like shauna shipman. the weight of her loss isn’t equitable to her actions because it’s not supposed to be. before anything else, shauna shipman was an insecure teenage girl who lost her best friend and her baby. a pure extension of her was taken before she ever learned to understand the novelty of what she had. that loss turned her into the woman who recollects on her time in the wilderness as fun. that loss turned her into a negligent, impulsive hypocrite who died with the things tethering her to her already compromised humanity. not fully, but enough that she would rather propel herself as a warrior and try to reclaim any of what was taken from her. that immense pain turned her into a wounded person, a wounded animal, and the narrative should absolutely allow her to be that with no apology; however, the people praising shauna for hurting others and wanting to glorify the projection of her pain onto characters like mari or callie are odd. you guys don’t want women to be angry in the narrative because you get mad when taissa is angry. you got mad when mari was angry. you guys want shauna to be angry and take it out on travis by antagonizing him with his dead brother (notice the pattern there) while everyone claps for her.

disliking shauna ≠ misunderstanding shauna.

you all are the ones misunderstanding that we can feel bad for the people shauna has hurt without minimizing her pain. you all are the ones who suddenly become hypercritical of a character’s rage and how it manifests when they’re a person of color, and i’m not going to sugarcoat it because that’s what it is. disliking taissa, mari, travis, or any other character on this show is not unreasonable. i’m not saying disliking them is racist. i’m saying that applauding the tyrannical white character and demonizing any poc character for displaying the same rage (without the main character treatment) is weird.

it’s even weirder to suggest that recognizing shauna’s presence in the story and disliking her actions means that we don’t deserve to watch the evil cannibalism show the same as you. at the end of the day, this narrative is not meant to be a pleasant one, and shauna’s pain has shaped her into an unpleasant person. the issue is parading around as emotionally or literarily superior because you have empathy for shauna and no other character on the show. the same people who endorse shauna villainize any other character who operates out of pain when the point is not to villainize them at all. these characters are full of nuance, full of cruelty and even their own forms of gentleness after the relentless jaws of the wilderness. people can recognize that and recognize character’s actions as objectively wrong and it is that deep when microaggressive attitudes materialize out of thin air when the narrative allows characters like taissa to operate in their pain.

it’s not just microaggressions though. the same fans screaming for people to just have “fun” with the show crucify others for disagreeing with them in any capacity. it’s going beyond enjoyment on the basis of complexity, entertainment value, etc. that’s dumb.

the quad squad

they will save the world. together.