#[ i feel like if they didn't do this first... it wouldn't be like them lol ]

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I would love to see your headcanons for who's the most to least likely to sub for their partner! Whatever characters of your choice <3

hii!! this was honestly so fun to write :P these lowkey are kind of like a scenario split into hcs, idk why but that's just how my brain decided to go about it lol.

they're in order from most to least likely to sub :P also the prompt i worked with as a base for these is basically the reader bringing it up to them while in a relationship. i found it worked better than just writing who would do it voluntarily (because they wouldn't i'm afraid 💀). also also, gn partner!

enjoy!! <3

Creepypasta Submissive Headcanons (NSFW)

CW: dom/sub dynamics, a bit of brat taming?, degradation, a bit of bondage, spit, orgasm control/edging, dubcon at the end, oral (giving and receiving for both the characters and the reader), slight mention of trauma but nothing explicit

BEN Drowned

모 sex with him is generally you centric because he's always geeked off that grass and uses that as an excuse to be lazy and lay back while you ride his face and use his dick—he gets off anyway, so might as well let you do the work under the pretense of "Yeah babe you can use me, empowerment or whatever."

모 so when you bring up domming him, he doesn't even think twice about it. goes into it thinking it's just regular sex but on steroids. not because he's blind to what it means—he's been inside the internet, he's seen shit—but because it's you. and what will you do.

모 there would be a tiny brat-dom dynamic by default because, yeah he's down for whatever you bring up, but he cannot take it fully seriously. kind of difficult to do that when you're baked like a pastry.

모 you want him to address you with a superior nickname? "yes ma'am/sir/master" but he's rolling his eyes and sporting a shit eating grin the entire time because he thinks it's comical.

모 you demand that he doesn't jerk off unless you tell him to? definitely does it when he's nose deep between your legs just to see what you do about it. "What?? It's muscle memory babe, don't pretend it's not hot."

모 genuinely huffing and puffing if you tied his hands behind his back and edged him as punishment. talking shit up until the point he's twitching and rutting in the air when you stop touching him. then it's:

"Holy shit, OKAY I'm sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, just— babe-master, I'm getting dick cramps, come on,"

모 refuses to beg for about 10 seconds total. the moment you tease him again, "Ohhh my fucking god, please fuck me, please, I can't take this anymore, PLEASE make me cum".

모 balls deep inside you and choking on mindless thanks, making these broken, indignant whines if you told him to slow down.

모 all in all, however, he would be into it more than he expected. it doesn't become default freaky time because he does not have that kind of energy, but when it happens again, he'd lay off the brattiness.

모 aftercare is basically non-existent. he doesn't need it, he would just spark up again and hop on the game, but if you felt like you needed it, it would be more quality time than cuddles.

Toby Rodgers

𓌏 he's lowkey a closeted switch disguised as a feral fuck machine so when you bring it up he gets lowkey defensive, he feels CLOCKED.

𓌏 "What, s-so I don't fuh-fuck you good? That it?" "Is this a con-control thing? You want a-an excuse t-to bully me?" full 7 stages of grief like huh?

𓌏 eventually agrees grudgingly which, in other words, means he was fiending for this shit forever but he never surpassed preteen emotional maturity. so, coming to terms with being bossed around was a project in erosion (thanks Slender).

𓌏 he's acting like a stray dog at first, defenses up so high that you have to break character and remind him it's still just you and if he doesn't like something he can just tell you. didn't even establish a safe word because you thought this was going to fail from the start.

𓌏 it takes approximately 5 minutes of you easing him into it with gentle authority assertion until he melts and starts begging, just like that. you're half-way into calling him a good boy for making eye contact when you asked, and he's already whining.

𓌏 you specifically avoid degradation because you don't wanna push it. however, "Are you gonna be a good boy and stay still while I suck you off?" is exactly the moment where the puzzle pieces fall into place for him.

𓌏 "Yes, I'll— f-fuck I'll be the b-best fucking slut f-for you, please," oh okay. i thought we were— alright??

𓌏 barely a decent slut for you, canNOT stay still, but he tries. kind of. hips thrusting up too excitedly, cockhead ramming so hard in the back of your throat that you basically feel the bruise forming in real time. "S-shit, fuck, I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, it's a t-tic, please d-don't stop." lies.

𓌏 quickly discovers he likes begging with his mouth full. your fingers, your underwear, you, anything. choking on messy “pl-please, c’n I cum, I’ll be g-good, I swear", so needy you would confuse his pleas for the begging of his victims.

𓌏 hot take or not, slight mommy/daddy kink. obvious reasons.

𓌏 so obnoxiously loud when you start degrading him. "You're that much of a worthless mutt? You can't even take what I give you and you're expecting me to let you cum?" groaning, whining, eyes glassy and mouth snarling like he's in pain, voice cracking when you have a hand around his throat, or a foot on his chest.

𓌏 when you finally let him cum, he sobs actual tears. voice breaking and wheezing from how begging in guttural groans scratched his throat the entire time. spit dripping down his neck from the gash in his cheek. whole body convulsing and tics flaring up like crazy. you can barely even hear the thanks he whispers breathlessly.

𓌏 so quick to clean his cum out of you if you asked.

𓌏 aftercare consists of him completely limp on top of you while you detangle his sweaty hair, muttering little praises in his ear, which he petulantly grunts away like you didn't just reduce him to whimpering mush.

Eyeless Jack

⚉ he's a predator by nature, so subbing isn't exactly something that's ever crossed his mind. but the thing with Jack is, he doesn't just do relationships. if you're partners, you're really fucking special to him, and by proxy he would jump into it just because he's devoted. so, your answer would be a short, certain "...Alright."

⚉ he's surprisingly a very good sport about it. the second you put your hand on his chest and push him down, he goes easy. obedient. no passive aggressiveness, no brattiness, no "I could flip this on you so quick". he just watches you from where he's propped up on his elbows with this unreadable expression like he's waiting for you to take him apart and it doesn’t even bruise his pride.

⚉ doesn’t beg, doesn’t whimper, doesn’t plead. but the second you tell him to stay still and open his mouth, he does. you’ll straddle his chest and he just tilts his head back, mouth parting obediently, waiting for your fingers, your taste, anything.

⚉ he'll sit and take whatever you give him, answers everything with short, respectful answers like it's something sacred. "You like being used, big boy?" "Yes, ma'am/sir." the only sign he’s into it is how fucking hard he gets from just serving you.

⚉ at one point you slap his hand away when he tries to jerk off without permission and he just freezes. like a dog being told to stay. stares at you with wide sockets and says, “...Apologies.” voice low, like it’s actually sincere.

⚉ takes edging mostly unphased, only grunting when you stop to watch his leaking cock twitch helplessly on his stomach. the restraint is borderline terrifying. HOWEVER, by the 5th, 6th time, he's panting, thighs shaking, hips thrusting in the air purely out of instinct.

⚉ you tie his wrists behind his back just for fun, and the moment you straddle him, his whole body tenses like a loaded weapon. he doesn't dare move until you tell him to. when you finally lean back and put your hands on his knees for leverage while riding him—bouncing, relentless—he jerks his hands against the ties, teeth bared in a hiss.

⚉ doesn't need praise, didn't react to it the entire time, but the moment you start huffing out little "so big, so obedient, such a good fucking toy for me" while he's balls deep inside you, his chest ruptures with a growl.

⚉ the only real, shaken reaction you'll get out of him is when you give him permission to cum. chokes on a growl, snarls "yes, fuck yes, yes—" through gritted teeth and starts pistoning into you from below.

⚉ doesn't need aftercare, but he just lays there with you like he’s resting after a blood ritual. no words. no movement. you curl into him and he shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your waist. breathes in slow, reverent, like he’d let you kill him if you wanted.

Brian Thomas

☹ bringing it up to him in a conversation would go south quickly. sex with him generally feels impersonal and more like a vessel for frustration, regardless of how long you have been together. letting his guard down is off the table.

☹ unless you manage to sneak it into the rare instance where he's allowing himself to relax just enough to soften a bit. where he kisses you slowly while stroking your back under the covers and his body succumbs to your gentleness, instead of crashing his mouth into yours with clenched teeth and shoving his hand in your underwear like fucking you as urgently as possible would take the weight off his shoulders.

☹ starting slow would be the best course of action. gently guiding his face to the side to drag your lips down his neck, feeling him through his shirt while whispering into his skin. "Relax, let me take care of you", "Let me take these off, baby", "Lift your hips for me."

☹ looks at you with these wary eyes and parted lips like he's so torn. but he lets you. lets you undress him, lets you get on top of him to kiss down his chest, down his stomach. lets you lick up his shaft instead of grabbing your hair and guiding you to take him in your mouth right off the bat. even fights himself to keep still and not rush you when you start teasing him.

☹ "So good for me, baby" while stroking from the base up and licking around his tip? he whimpers. genuine, meek, like that's enough to crack him open.

☹ hands will eventually fly to your hair on instinct. you'll grab his wrists and set them down back at his sides, not forcing them down but just holding your hands over them to remind. he wouldn't squirm, but he would tense. and "be a good boy for me and i'll give you what you want, okay?" is enough to get him biting his lip and breathe harder.

☹ the more you give, the more he gives back like it's natural. you take him deeper, relax your throat and let his cock slide down slowly, he groans so deep you can barely hear the "fffuck yes, thank you," but it's there. small and new and unsure, but coming out without resistance.

☹ praise, for anything and everything, and he melts into a puddle of breathy moans and shaking thighs. "Look at you, you look so fucking good on your knees for me" and his eyes would roll back in a muffled whine.

☹ surprisingly self controlled when you tell him just how to fuck you, but he's panting in your ear like it's painful not to pound into you when you keep him moving slowly. "F-fuck, you're so tight, please, just a bit... just— let me fuck you proper, please."

☹ does NOT take edging easily. crumbling by the second time he starts getting close, bucking up into your hand and sweating bullets.

☹ looks damaged when you let him cum. eyes wide, brows pinched together tightly, mouth wide open and slack and nothing coming out, like you punched the air out of his lungs.

☹ aftercare is silent and sticky with tight hugs and noses buried in each other's shoulders. won't say it out loud in a million years, but it felt cathartic.

Tim Wright

⦻ takes a LOT of convincing, a lot of reasoning, you even almost resort to making a google slideshow for him. however, it's clear from the get go he's not fully opposed to it with the way he's smirking every time you start your "hear me out" rant. he just wants to watch you reason with him just to fuck with you a little. mind games™

⦻ agrees EVENTUALLY. and he's deceptively composed when he gets on his knees for you. deceptive little grin when you spread your legs and pull him in. something's wrong.

⦻ "Tim." "What?? I'm on my knees, no? Ain't you supposed to call me a good boy?" before he dives in with his entire mouth right away. latches on and sucks like he's trying to prove something.

⦻ "Hm? Easier? Should've specified." "Maybe you should get rougher with me so I listen. C'mon, you wanted this, do I have to teach you?"

⦻ you do get rougher. yank him off you by the hair, hold him there and jerk his head while you scold him. he just looks up at you with low eyes and a sharp, toothy grin, like he's completely unphased by the sting but loving you getting riled up.

⦻ makes a show of jacking off after you specifically demanded that he doesn't, moaning a little extra when you slap his hand off his dick. "Shit, yeah, punish me baby, I've been sooo bad. Maybe you should tie me up too."

⦻ ends up cuffed for maybe 5 minutes while you alternate between fisting his cock and slapping it, before he somehow he ends up out of the restraint—maybe he slipped his hands out because you didn't want to be cruel by tying them too tight and giving him rope burn on his wrists, maybe he just undid the knot while you were focused on keeping him on the edge. either way, you end up yanked on top of him mid "petulant fucking manwhore".

⦻ "Come on, is that it? You're giving up that easy?" gives you no chance whatsoever to stop him from shoving inside you from below. it quickly morphs into thrashing for who fucks who, half him sloppily thrusting into you, half you wrapping both hands around his neck and bouncing on his dick while snarling.

⦻ a mess of spit. yours in his mouth, his on your chest, wetting the sheets, somehow in your hair. he looks like he's thriving while you're genuinely frustrated that he flipped it on you.

⦻ "Tim, come on—!" "Come on? Oh, you want me to cum on you? Fuck, ain't you gonna make me beg for it first?" mockery on 100% even though his voice is shaking by the unforgiving way he just slams into you, just challenging you to keep talking, keep trying, keep failing.

⦻ ruined orgasm. you haul yourself up right when he's starting to grunt low and breathless in his throat, over and over like he does when he's close. actually gasps when he starts pulsating and throbbing angry spurts on his own stomach, cock spasming frustrated and his expression so shocked, like you were the traitor.

⦻ no aftercare, only because he's moping that it felt like shit. you're so proud, and underneath all that huffing and puffing, he is too. silently.

Jeff the Killer

꒷꒦ ...right.

꒷꒦ so, you bring it up to him one night, soft and careful and fully aware of how stupid of an idea this is. hands cold, eyes on the floor, voice so meek and shaky he actually goes "HUH?" 3 times before you actually spit it out.

"Have you, um... thought about, like... letting me be the one in charge...? Like, when we fuck?" instant regret.

꒷꒦ he barks at you. genuinely cackling, eyes bugging a little extra, like that was just so hilarious. you're already backpedaling because you know you should've just kept this in the vault and jerked off to it in private instead.

"You wanna dom me? Hilarious babe, fucking hysterical."

꒷꒦ flips it so fucking fast, you don't even have time to open your mouth before he's on you. hand on your throat so tight you can feel your pulse in your temples, eyes sharp and manic and pinning you down. "You wanna sit on my dick and boss me around? Are you out of your fucking mind, bitch?"

꒷꒦ shoves you down at his feet so you fall face down next to his shoes. yanks you up by the hair and slams his crotch into your face, keeping you there until you're clawing at his legs for air. fucks your throat raw like he's trying to shut you up forever, pinches your nose when you start choking as if to punish you for even conjuring up the thought of flipping the dynamic. "Dominant little whore can't take a fucking blowjob?"

꒷꒦ fucks you like he's correcting you, no prep, no lube (unless you count the spit from your mouth already on his dick). ass up, face pushed in the pillows by his foot on the back of your head.

꒷꒦ "You need to have the stupid fucked outta you? Huh? Say you're stupid. Say 'that was the stupidest shit I done ever said in my life'." "I'm— I'm sorry, I—" "Say it or I'll fucking beat it out of you."

꒷꒦ you do not bring it up again. or maybe you do.

[soobsim]

please please please sub ceo soobin with praise kink who's all powerful and cold in front of his employees and clients but no one knows that he's a slave for your praise like he would get so worked up whenever you praise him

(y'all really riding that ceo soobin trope and i'm so here for it lol)

mr. good boy c.sb

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, sub!soobin x fem!reader, boss x assistant, dry humping in a car, praise kink, alot of praising, soobin just wants you to call him a good boy, no proofread]

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soobin had just turned down a huge deal, because the client wouldn't co-operate and wanted things to work on their own terms. as if, soobin wasn't basically saving their business from going bankrupt.

he did not stand there and bend to their whims, he never did. this was choi soobin—the ceo of choi corp, who did things his own way, and no one dared to object it. so, ofcourse he didn't stand for it.

soobin stood up and buttoned his tux, "i knew it was no use to entertain a company that was already falling apart." his voice chilling enough for the entire room to go silent.

he strode out of the room, shoulders squared, suit sharp as ever, not a strand of hair out of place despite the storm he’d just weathered behind those polished conference room doors.

as his assistant, you joined him for these meetings, handling all the documents and studying him when you weren't necessarily involved. so, you followed behind him wordlessly, watching how everyone moved out his way as his shoes clicked against the floor.

his office car—sleek, black, and silent—pulled up just as he reached the curb. the driver stepped out only to open the door to the back seat, for you both to get in.

the divider was already up as soobin slid into the back without a word. you followed, the door clicking shut behind you both like punctuation.

once it was just the two of you in the back seat partition of his car, hidden from the eyes that are always on him, he tugged at his cufflinks first—too roughly, the soft metallic clink sharper than it needed to be. then his tie, yanked loose with a single, frustrated pull.

you watched quietly, noting the way his fingers trembled slightly at the knuckles, how his breath came just a fraction quicker now that the performance was over. he was pissed. stressed, even.

it was clear in his voice when he spoke, "tell me i did the right thing, y/n."

your eyes stayed on him, not faltering even once. you knew that he'd ask for your approval. "you already know you did." you said simply, reaching a hand out to brush the short hair on the nape of his neck.

soobin shivered ever so subtly, leaning into your touch like it was second nature to him. he turned his face to look at you better, his eyes so soft, no one would believe you if you told them about this side of soobin.

"i want to hear you say it." he mumbled, his deep voice so much more tender when it was directed towards you. "you know i need to hear you say it." he exhaled as his hands balled into loose fists.

your lips tugged up into a small smile at the pleading tone of his voice. "i know." you assured him, your fingers still rubbing the spot behind his ear as you shifted closer to him. you stared at him for another passing second before you spoke, "you did the right thing, soobin. you always do." you smiled.

soobin caved in so fast, turning his face so that he could feel your palm on his cheek. "always?" he almost purred as he looked at you expectantly.

"always." you repeated, slower this time—so the words can really seep into his mind and make him flush. your fingers traced his jaw before you leaned and pressed your lips against it. "you did so well in there. you were smart enough not to compromise your standards." your words pricked onto his skin and he was already craving more.

soobin closed his eyes and his breathe hitched as your tongue darted out to lick his jawline, cheeks tinged pink, lips parting like he was going to say something—but just sighed instead.

his pants grew tighter when he felt your weight leave the seat beside him and hover over his lap instead, his hands blindly finding your waist as you straddled his thighs.

"you handled it so calmly," you went on, watching him tilt his head back against the seat, as if to give you more access to his neck. "so sharp, and composed." you mumbled and slid your hands up to rest on either side of his neck.

a quiet, almost pitiful sound slipped from his throat—half sigh, half whimper. soobin's hand tightened instinctively, gripping at the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

your lips followed the line of his adam's apple, sucking onto it lazily. "but now," you murmured and shifted closer, "you don’t have to be that person. not with me."

soobin's lashes fluttered, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained tension. “say more,” he whispered, so quietly it might’ve been a breath. “please.”

your smile widened against his neck as your thumbs stroked the skin behind his ears, his weak spot. “you’re so good for me, soobin. always trying so hard. doing everything right. my good boy.”

soobin crumbled at that, letting a breathy moan escape his lips and his head to fall back onto the head-rest. his fingers dug into your waist, throat bobbing like he couldn’t take the weight of your words. the flush on his neck spread slowly, deliciously, his hips shifting up to rub his bulge against the curve of your ass.

you didn't miss that, neither did you stop him. you liked how he couldn't contain himself when you praised him. you liked watching him melt and need you.

“you like hearing that, don’t you?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. your thumb stroked the edge of his lower lip, pulling away and watching how he, again, shivered under your touch.

soobin nodded slowly and opened his eyes, pupils wide and glassy. “i do,” he whispered, voice almost fragile. “i need it.” he added and bucked his hips up against your pencil mini-skirt.

“please,” he pleaded again. “don’t stop.”

you tipped your head to the side, fingers now sliding gently through the hair at the back of his neck. “don’t stop what?” you asked, voice low, lilting. teasing, just a little.

soobin swallowed hard, “you know what, y/n. just… keep talking. keep telling me I did well. that i’m a good boy.” he urged you to move your hips, so he could have a little more friction.

“i’m starting to think you like hearing it a little too much.” you chuckled, brushing his hair back from his forehead as your other hand settled lightly over his chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath. you complied and shifted your hips in sync with his, “all that power… reduced to a mess just because someone told you did well.”

he whined, actually whined, the sound muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “only when you say it,” he confessed, voice muffled. his lips brushed your collarbone again, and when he spoke, it was barely more than a breath. “only you.”

your gaze softened instantly, curling your arm around his back to pull him closer and pressing a soft kiss on his upper cheek. “you were amazing today, soobin. you stayed in control, didn’t let them rattle you, and you walked away with your pride intact. like you always have.”

soobin's cock twitched in his pants, his hands on your waist trembling slightly, like he could soak the words into his skin if he just held you hard enough.

it was obvious that your words pushed him over the edge, with the way he moaned and arched his back, just a litle.

he lifted his head and looked at you through lidded eyes, his lips parted and his breathe heavy.

“thank you, y/n…” soobin murmured.

you smiled, holding him there as he tried to catch his breathe. "anything for my good boy."

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(i feel like this is all over the place. anwww, i'm thinking of making a permanent taglist for everytime i post a work...would any of you be insterested in being a part of it?)

[incorrectcats]

Nobody asked for it, but since I'm one of the many people who was affected by this situation (and I very much need to talk about it because I'm still sad), I wanted to give my five cents about the Madrid ritual getting cancelled with just 4 days' notice.

I want to first start saying that I don't blame the band for what happened, even though I felt very disappointed. Spain has gotten its share of rituals in the past, it's just that I had never been able to attend a previous one. On top of this, the Spanish concert industry is rotten quite to its very core. These last years have been absolute chaos when it comes to anything related to live music (ticket prices, venues, management, resales...). So, no, I don't trust them to fucking do their jobs and guarantee that the concerts will actually take place as planned. Furthermore, I've been to concerts in the same venue where the ritual was supposed to take place and my experience has been far from pleasant (the heat was unbearable, people in the pit was fainting and the freaking band had to ask management to give us water bottles so we wouldn't have a heatstroke).

This being said, was I heartbroken by the cancellation announcement? Fuck, yes. Did I feel some sort of resentment towards the band when I first saw the post? I'd be lying if I said no, even though it didn't cross my mind to leave some sort of heated comment (like the band's ig was Tobias' personal mailbox...... lol). So, of course I don't condone the behaviour of a part of the fandom that only blamed the band for what happened, but I do understand the anger and the frustration. Most of us are working people and we put our money and vacation days to be able to attend the concert. Again, I don't think the band is to blame and I want to believe that they really tried to find every solution possible, even adapting the show (and a show of such magnitude can't be adapted overnight, I'm sure), but I still felt somehow abandoned and, as I've said, heartbroken. And to see people both on ig and tw getting all holier-than-thou telling us basically to shut up about it... guys, we can criticise and be angry at someone or something and still be respectful and admire it. I promise.

Anyways, I needed to vent a little bit, because I've been waiting for years to attend a ritual and getting cancelled when it was within arms reach...... it hurt. But, nevertheless, I still love Ghost and I'm very excited about the new album (can't wait to yap about it). I hope everyone attending the Skeletour gets to have the time of their lives and, if there's any fellow Spanish ghestie reading this (is there any on tumblr?), be patient! I'm sure we'll get our ritual and it'll be the best fucking concert ever 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[nylarac]

i stopped shaving my legs for the first time since i was in like. i think late middle or early high school and it's v interesting/freeing

[free-luigi-mangione]

okay, now i can complain about reddit because they're getting on my nerves lol ever since PA's lawyer's new motion they've been insufferable, they're acting like they're getting their "ha-ha gatcha" moment but they're so dumb omfg i'm gonna preface this by saying that i'm not 100% sure of luigi's innocence, because there are a lot of coincidences and there's a lot of explaining on his side to do. i'm not 100% sure of his guilt either, first of all because we owe it to him as it's his right (lol) and because most of the evidence they've shown so far is incosistent and sketchy and they've broken the law multiple times in order to gather evidence. but for some reason, reddit's detectives and lawyers have decided that his PA lawyer's motion proves he did it. i don't even want to go read their discussions all over again because they get so much on my nerves, this morning when i read their comments and i saw that they had started their theories without even taking into considerations all the possibilities. they're like: no, he's guilty and that's the end of it!! yes, there is a chance they're trying to get most of the evidence thrown out because he's guilty. but there is also a chance they're trying to get evidence thrown out because he's not guilty. they started saying that dickey trying to get the notebook thrown out proves luigi did write the manifesto. in his motion dickey doesn't talk about a "manifesto", on the contrary he has said that the PD has labeled luigi's personal writings as "manifesto" improperly and without justification. totally the opposite. and then about the dna that they got through offering luigi drinks and food at the police station, they said them trying to get that thrown away proves the dna comparison is positive and proves his guilt. i believe this could also be another way to highlight the police's unlawful actions. we must remember that they're trying so hard to push the narrative of him being guilty to the point where there's a high chance they planted evidence. his lawyers may be trying to get rid of everything they can, because they could be worried all of those things can be twisted and used to make luigi guilty when he's not. if they're so sure they got the right guy, why get his dna through tricks and not proper procedure? what did they do with the things he used to drink or eat? like, hello, are we not noticing something's fishy or are we just playing cops trying to point a finger to someone even though you support his alleged actions and want to see him walk free? it's like they're annoyed by people who believe there's a high chance he actually didn't do it, so they're trying to get their "i've been saying this from the start hehehehehe i'm so smart and you're so dumb!!1!" it's like they're forgetting that whether you think he did it or not, we should want him free and should fight to make sure he gets a FAIR TRIAL!!! and the prosecution and the police are making sure he won't get that!!! HELLO??? THEY TRIED TO GET HIS DNA BY GIVING HIM FOOD AND SODA ARE YOU READING THIS SHIT?!?!? WHY AREN'T WE TALKING ABOUT THIS???

honestly i agree with everything you said and i was very much shocked when i saw that the police had given him drinks and taken his DNA from there, my first thought was that MUST be illegal right??!! but of course not, apparently it's a "common" practice by law enforcement in the us, so much so that the commoners there don't even flinch at the thought of somebody's rights being violated this way

and something that completely astounds me about the reddit opinions is how they never want to acknowledge that media and the government are trying to shape public perception and make him look guilty even before the trial starts and they just ignore that they're a part of the public and theirs is the perception the government is trying to sway in their favour and as a part of the public they're also helping shape other public's perception and that by doing all that they're doing (including armchair diagnosing him and psychoanalysing him to the ends of the earth) him the injustice of taking away his right to a fair trial

[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[cementcornfield]

Do you think Joe was there?

Hard to tell! So far no evidence and i will say that over the years we've never seen any evidence that joe goes to ja'marr's Big Extravagant Bday Parties (not really his scene as we know!)

and that's fine, i'm sure that joe reaches out regardless and they check in, i'd be willing to bet joe gets him a gift every year too (maybe it was that basquiat teddy bear thing lol?) but like a lot of their relationship, they kind of keep it lowkey/private/just for them.

with a shippy lens i'd LIKE to think that the reason we don't get content on the night before ja'marr's birthday and only on the night of (at least for the last couple years) is that the night before is just for them <3 and then the next night is the big party for everyone else <3

[mildcicada]

[meownotgood]

i have so many thoughts about arcane but I'm so tired because it's 5 in the morning and I'm starving because i didn't eat and my brain is functioning at about 2% and all of my insides feel like mush.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 6, day 5

The bones have friends! I still like the empty sands better, but I'm not the one who made the tutorial :P Oh well, I'm getting practice in with certain features of Blender that I'm gonna be using a ton in the Tanta Sword Scenes, so I ain't complaining

Except that I liked the empty sands better lol

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Winston in the Billions

(that not only did billions never write a moment like this, & would never have done so, but doesn't think such a moment would exist)

[doodlingwren]

It's 2024 can we please stop saying it's normal to trace or copying an entire drawing and pretending it's 100% your work? Just bc you changed the character or added clothes on a base you found on pinterest it doesn't mean you created original art

[onrainynights]

I'm about to be so annoying btw

[autumnrory]

woooo my niece took 5 of my 13 lego sets, one of which was one of the three larger ones, so that's one huge box out of the way and i'm just glad she wanted them because like they ARE twenty years old and they look fine ofc but sometimes kids aren't gonna want stuff that isn't new and shiny ya know, but she did seem to want everything which would've been fine with me but i knew there was no way they would take all that with them, and at least i still have stuff of my own to sell, plus should get at least a cut of my brother's stuff for doing the inventory and putting together that stuff that wasn't already done

[girlivealwaysbean]

okay okay queer people on tumblr please put in the tags how you came out to yourself/ realised you were queer

[reinemichele]

Translation here

Of all that shined, none of it was useless As if I had it all in my hands, I loved everything Old clothes that just took up space... Why didn’t I throw them out Instead of holding onto them? Throw it away It’ll just be baggage anyway I’ll just pick out a few things I need, and Throw it away So I can forget you Empty closet The scent of the memories I’ll empty it all out And fill it up again with new things So I can't ever take out the old ones again This pain is too out-of-season to be crying over... This faded scent is only recalled from my memory Empty hangers, in a room that’s as big as the universe It’s time to admit that it’s time to let you go Trapped in our black and white film Of wearing your t-shirt and watching movies all night Thoughts of you swallowing me up As I wait for you, who would never come back I broke down, but I still couldn’t let you go