#(but it does fucking help in the Getting There process)

[tlbodine]

So, Things Are Terrible and You Want to DO SOMETHING

The election is over and, ah...did not go well. While a lot of folks are doing a post mortem of the campaigns and trying to understand what happened with the vote and fighting over who shoulders the blame, we've gotta turn an eye toward the future and figure out, okay fam, where the fuck do we go from here.

I don't have all the answers on this, and I'm not an authority by any means, I'm just a horror author with a blog. But I've been thinking a lot about it and I wanted to share my thought process with others who might want to DO SOMETHING but feel they're spinning their wheels.

Buckle in. This will be a long one.

Step One: Understand the actual risks and stakes.

I think it is very easy to start panicking now about the worst possible case scenario -- jackbooted military busting into the door to disappear everyone who ever said something mean about Trump or bought a banned book or something -- and let fear turn into inaction.

I'm not saying things can't get that bad, and I'm not saying that it won't be absolutely terrifying right out the gate for some particularly at-risk groups -- but the distance between "now" and "V for Vendetta" is long and filled with a lot of intermediary steps. There will be so many opportunities to prevent the worst case scenario.

I say this because, if your mental image of "Bad Things Happening" is The Purge, it will be easy to wake up on inauguration day, look outside to see that the world is not on fire, think, hey, maybe things will be okay after all, and then completely disengage. Alternatively, you might feel so frozen with terror at the possibility of persecution that you do nothing. This is why people are saying: don't obey in advance.

It is essential for those of us with more privilege to use it to take care of those who are more vulnerable.

So. Who is most vulnerable? What does that vulnerability actually mean? What are the most likely risks of Trump's presidency? Here's a Guardian article that I think does a good job of summarizing some of the main issues. Go read that, then come back here.

Step Two: Take steps to protect yourself

You've gotta put your oxygen mask on first, right? So before you start getting involved in other causes, figure out what risks YOU are at, immediately, and do as much as you can to secure yourself. Some potential action steps depending on your circumstance may include:

Renewing your passport (helpful for leaving the country, but also for gender/name change purposes)

Getting vaccines / boosters

Securing birth control

Ensuring your necessary papers (birth certificates etc.) are where you have access to them.

Drawing up legal paperwork for spouses/partners (always a good idea, a helpful safety measure in case you lose marriage rights)

Bolstering your data privacy and online security. Here's a step-by-step guide I found that could help with that.

The specific steps you need to take here depend on what risks you, personally, face. You'll want to do some more research into this for your particular scenario.

No matter who you are, though, it's probably a good idea to start saving money and being a little more conservative with your spending and/or pay down debts to free up some cash. You don't know what kind of emergency may befall you, and having spare money for an emergency is never a bad idea.

There is a possibility that the cost of many things you rely on might go up, if Trump goes through with his tariffs plan. You will want to plan for that.

Food costs may also rise due to tariffs (we import a lot of food from Mexico and Latin America for example) as well as a loss of immigrant labor. There is also a possibility that food safety standards could fall due to overturning regulations. Now would be a good time to look into local food resources like farm share/CSA, community farms, etc., and to stock up on a few key staples like rice and beans.

Okay. Now that YOU are reasonably safe...what can you do to protect your community?

Step Three: Get Involved

Here is your mission: You need to stay engaged enough to know what's going on, without burning yourself out or exhausting yourself, and to take actual decisive actions instead of wasting your energy arguing on the internet.

Got that? Okay. Good. Here are some action steps:

Support independent journalism. Subscribe to local papers, donate to and watch public broadcast programming. I signed up for news from ProPublica, for example, as well as the news-roundup service What The Fuck Just Happened Today. The goal is to stay informed without falling down an endless rabbit hole of upsetting information.

Share news and resources with others in your circle. This can be a good use of social media. It's what I am doing right now!

If it is safe for you to do so, challenge and educate your friends/family members/neighbors/coworkers. Only if it is safe for you to do so. Do not put yourself at risk doing this. And do not waste your time arguing with people who are unlikely to change. But if you have well-meaning people in your life who you think could be won over, look for opportunities to do this - the right way. I've had some success with this, I will probably write a guide about it in the future. In the meantime, here's a good article that can help.

Join local grassroots activism groups. You'll have to do some work to decide what groups to join and which causes you want to support, because you cannot do everything. But there are tons of organizations taking direct action in all kinds of causes. Search "grassroots [cause] activists in [where you live]" to start finding things. Once you get involved in one group, you might meet people who can introduce you to other groups and causes. Yes, this means you will have to go outside and meet people. I'm sorry.

Join direct action groups. Same concept as above. You'll have to search in your area but once you know people it'll be easier to find more opportunities. Some of these groups may overlap. You might find direct action opportunities by engaging politically and vice versa. GO OUTSIDE AND TALK TO PEOPLE WHO ARE DOING THINGS TO HELP.

Get involved in local politics. Here are some quick tips. A lot of things are affected at the city level - stuff like book bans and bathroom bills are often battled first at local libraries and schools, and you can be part of those conversations! Sheriffs are elected and can have a big influence on local policing. Local elections affect how tax dollars are spent, how homeless populations are treated, and lots more. Don't snooze on local elections. Get involved and stay involved.

Look up your representatives. Get in the habit of calling, emailing, and writing letters. Figure out what legislature is being passed and then call your reps and harangue them about it - both to support bills you approve of and shoot down ones you don't. Sign petitions. Join email campaigns. Here's one you can go sign right now from the ACLU. See? Not that scary.

I think a lot of people figure that getting involved in politics doesn't matter or that it's all small potatoes but...man. The president is not god, no matter what he thinks. The sitting administration is not the sole power in the universe. There is an entire machine of government we can lean upon and act upon.

Finally, some general safety notes:

Some forms of direct action are not legal. Take steps to be safe if you choose to partake. Follow the lead of more seasoned activists for what forms of communication to use and so forth.

If you're not willing or able to put yourself at legal risk to act, you can help others by donating to bail funds and legal defense funds.

We've already seen this in some areas, and it will only get uglier - some bad actors are feeling emboldened by the change in regime and will misbehave. It's a good idea to learn some self-defense skills, in whatever way is comfortable to you, and brush up on some tenets of victimology that can help you stay safe. I'll write more about that in the future.

All right. That's all for now. It's by no means comprehensive...but should hopefully help you get started taking the next step. Stay safe out there.

[maneskinwh0re]

Hellooo, would u be able to do a sevika or butch logan (don't mind who) reacting to the reader pulling a knife on them in a fight?Please and thank you ❤️

yes omg !! i love ur loki pfp btw 💚

lemme get a small sevika fic on here before s2 comes out tmrrw !! :3

wlw nsfw >> no smut :c …this time

🔪 but she would DEFINITELY look at you like this vvv

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⊳ “ready for round 2?”

⊳ you groan in frustration as you push sevika off your body onto the floor next to you. she chuckles and rolls to her side, leaning up on her elbow to look down at you.

⊳ “you’re a jerk,” you grumble, clearly pissed off over how your muscular girlfriend successes every time you train together.

⊳“are you mad at me, beautiful?”

⊳ of course not. how could you be? you’re just frustrated with yourself. as one of silco’s newest guards, you have to improve on hand to hand combat in order to protect him and your fellow colleagues. you enjoy your new job—it comes with the privilege of getting to see your girlfriend every day, but the tasks do take a toll on your strength. that’s why you need to work both smarter and harder.

⊳ you pout at sevika and stand up, pulling up the waistband of your grey sweatpants and smoothing out the fabric of your black compression shirt. sevika herself wears wrist wraps and a black sports bra — and god, she just loves distracting you with peeks of her boxers when she “adjusts” her own baggy sweatpants. her toned abs are on full display and framed by her deep v-line. her short, dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun while a few wisps fall against her gorgeous, scarred face. has it been mentioned her appearance distracts you?

⊳ “let’s just go again,” you huff as you shake out your wrists and prep yourself into a defensive stance.

⊳ sevika’s movements are just as quick as before, but this time, you’re quicker. she is taller, stronger than you, but not by much. it takes a moment, but you find her fighting pattern. her jabs and punches are soon dodged by your swift motions, and by the time she processes your leg sweeping her feet out from under her, her back hits the wooden floor and a groaned curse leaves her lips.

⊳ the wind has been knocked out of her, but you know that’ll only fuel her attitude to not take things easy on you. before she can catch her breath, you pin her to the ground, straddling her hips and holding her flesh wrist down above her head. in your free hand, you lift a beautiful, black knife made with serrated steel against her neck.

⊳ “i win,” your chest heaves with exasperation. you announce your triumph as if sevika isn’t literally under your panting body, but you want her to admit it. she needs to admit it or else it didn’t happen in her mind. “i fucking won, say it.”

⊳ she seems surprised at first, your boldness catching her off guard before she zones out to admire the sight above her. sweat coats your flushed skin, baby hairs stick to your face, and you can’t help but breathe into her mouth. she loves every aspect of this perfect position — both of you feeling trapped in this moment yet more than satisfied with never wanting to leave it.

⊳ her widened eyes then narrow as she looks at the blade against her neck, then up at you — and she can’t help but chuckle softly at her own dirty thoughts. “where’d y’ find this little trinket?”

⊳ you smirk above her, that glint in your eye forming once you realize she likes this. because of course she does. you tilt your head slightly, studying her gaze as if she’s waiting for you to take things further and commit to taking the control you’ve worked so badly for. “got it jus’ for you. why?”

⊳ she looks back down at the blade, her smile widening before returning eye contact again. “’s nice… almost makes me wanna let y’ win.”

⊳ her words settle in as you watch a bottle of shimmer pump through the gears and wires of her mechanical arm. you move fast to pin one of your knees against the geared surface of her shoulder and sheathe the thin knife through her robotic wrist and into the floor without a moments’ hesitation. the magenta, vibrantly-drugged liquid bubbles and spurts out of sevika’s machinery, the gears whirring for only a moment before hissing in defeat.

⊳ it doesn’t hurt her, she can’t feel a thing, but that doesn’t stop you from realizing the weight of the action you took. with how advanced it is, sevika’s robotic limb takes time to adjust, fix, upgrade, etc. and when training/fighting with anyone, she only uses a small dose of shimmer as a last resort. but now that the arm is useless and her body is pinned under you, your girlfriend is now completely at your mercy.

⊳ although the thought doesn’t settle as nicely as it usually would. especially when her eyes briefly look over the mechanics in the prosthetic, seeing slight steam rise from the misplaced gears in her wrist. oops. you remove your hand from the knife yet the blade keeps her pinned to the floor, unless she were to remove the prosthetic altogether. her eyes return up to you, playful yet there’s a slightly warning, piercing glare. a further intention.

⊳ naturally, guilt first washes over you for the amount of repairs your girlfriend will have to make. but she isn’t mad, you know that. she doesn’t need to say a word. however, she now looks forward to using this as an opportunity to make show of punishing you. you know that as well, and lift your hands in surrender.

⊳“i’ll fix it…”

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sorry this is kinda rushed^^ note for pt 2!!

manifesting happy ending for sevika in s2 ����🙏✨✨✨ requests are open my lovelies and if you’ve sent one, i haven’t forgotten about you!! i have lots of works in the drafts rn and hoping to get them all out asap <3

-🐝

[eff-plays]

Long Taash storyline rant, by an enby

Listen. At first I was honestly not that offended/upset with the Taash enby stuff. And having an enby Rook who was able to help them out was honestly pretty fun. It was definitely the first time any video game engaged directly with nonbinary identity like this, and while it's not really 1-1 with my own experiences, I thought that it was. Fine? Ya know? I thought it was a very novel experience to finally have a fellow enby NPC that you could talk to about being nonbinary. It's never happened in any other game I've played.

But then it just ... kept going. And on one hand I get it, because you don't just decide your nonbinary and that's it -- it's a process. But the way it's handled is absolutely insane to me. First of all, how old is Taash supposed to be? They give off whiny teen vibes, and it's very off-putting. This is the character that's meant to represent me? Why are they written like a child?

Second, why are we using modern terms? The word "nonbinary" IRL exists because it is a rejection of the Western gender binary. It's a specific term that isn't universal, and since no previous game bothers to engage with the gender roles of Thedas to begin with, it's absolutely insane to hear these hyperspecific terms used in this made-up fantasy world. Especially since the Qun already has words and concepts for their gender roles -- why didn't BioWare just base this story on those? Why not try to contextualize this in-universe? There are other nonbinary characters in the game, but they just popped up in this previously unequal and often sexist world and are just vibing. With no explanation. Who's out there doing thedosian gender studies? How are they spreading these revolutionary concepts so far and so quickly that the terminology becomes universal?

Side note on that, why does Taash have a little counselling session with the other two trans people that sounds like something they'd do in sex ed class (in Sweden, anyway)? Why is this happening during a magical apocalypse? Hello? Look at this fucking codex entry and try not to cringe

Like. Who is this for? This doesn't make me feel good as a nonbinary person. This makes me feel like a freak, out-of-place, and like I'm a fucking baby that needs my existence validated by some fucking bitchass video game codex entry preaching at me about how totally valid I am. This doesn't feel like respect, or inclusion -- it feels patronizing. It feels corporate, like we're ticking off boxes. "Look everyone, we're using the appropriate terminology! We're so inclusive!" And you know what? The fucking anti-woke chuds are gonna look at this and think THIS is me. That all I care about is having my terminology and identity carelessly stuffed into places just so I can feel good about who I am.

And before tumblrinas get upset, I'm not saying I don't want rep, or that I'm one of the "good ones" who wants video games to be free of "ideology." I am one of the bad ones. Taash should be nonbinary and I should be able to play a nonbinary Rook and I want both of those things to be explicit and accepted in-game! But I want those in a way that respects me and my intelligence, and the world BioWare has created that I've come to love. Who is preventing BioWare from actually, ya know, unwrapping the sexism and misogyny that they started in Origins? Who's stopping them from actually tackling the gender politics of Thedas? Why don't we ACTUALLY sit down and figure out how a society like the Qun might approach somebody not willing or able to conform to their particular rules? Especially the Qun. Like, they had so much potential for something actually interesting here, and instead it's "mom it's not a phase, respect meeeeee!"

Third, and this is my favorite fucking part, they tie Taash's gender to their background, where the Qun represents conformity and Rivain represents freedom. (Which is an entire can of worms in itself that I won't go into here.) I don't actually mind this? I have some extra special boy insight on this part of the quest, because I am also an immigrant who was born in one country and grew up in another. Being nonbinary and being an immigrant, while separate, have both had a similar effect in my life. It's left me feeling like I don't belong anywhere at times, like I'm something different and strange, and at times like I'm a kaleidoscope of expression and freedom, with unique experiences not everyone has. There is an absolutely valid intersection there that could have been explored and would've been very impactful if done right.

But instead we get this

Hello? Oh my god HELLO?

Why is there a BINARY CHOICE in a story where a character embraces being NONBINARY? Why are we now equating Taash's background and cultural belonging to the demands of their mother? You can reject what your parent is forcing you into without completely rejecting your culture! Am I fucking taking crazy pills right now?

The idea that Taash, upon discovering they're nonbinary, has to now say goodbye to being a Qunari? When they weren't even ever shown to care about the Qun in the first place? WHY IS THIS A CHOICE THAT HAS TO BE MADE? WHY ARE THEY ASKING ME WHETHER THEY SHOULD CONTINUE FOLLOWING THIS CREED THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT? (Side note: why did their mother escape from the Qun only to enforce it herself?)

Like? You can't spend a whole fucking subplot deciding you're neither a man nor a woman, but then equate being nonbinary to being Rivaini, and thinking you need to pick that or being Qunari. I'm sorry? I'm sorry? I'm sorry?

Why is there no third choice? Why is there no "Hey you can be both" or "Hey just pick whatever from either culture you want to keep and throw away what you don't?"

I am going insane. The game sits you down and condescends at you for ages about basic contemporary gender theory, but then tries to inexplicably tie that to Taash's cultural background, but then doesn't bother examining how those cultures treat gender at all, and then finally forces us into a binary choice ... for a character whose entire fucking personality is "nonbinary."

The Qun is a misogynistic society. Rivain is a matriarchal society. (This was true for the previous games, at least.) The way these cultures approach gender is vastly different. But instead of examining how such a person would struggle with their background and how that would tie into their gender identity, it's just "Rivain good" and "Qun bad." Pick one or the other. Conform or rebel. Pick one or the other.

And that's the storyline of the nonbinary character.

The reactionary chuds will hate this and blame nonbinary people for how much this fucking sucks. While I can't claim or enjoy it because it's corporate nonsense and fucking sucks. All this does is show people that when games include enby rep, it's hack shit like this, so why include it if it's gonna suck ass, right? This bad writing will just make your game worse, so don't bother!

So yeah. Cool.

Thanks, BioWare. I hope whatever you were trying to prove was worth it.

[suzukiblu]

Day nine of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. tw: implications of past grooming/abuse and the inherent problems that causes for someone who was in that situation and hasn’t processed it trying to have a relationship with someone actually age-appropriate. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Tim doesn't let himself kiss Kon for quite as long as he wants to this time. He doesn't want to say he doesn't want to move too fast and then get them both all riled up five seconds later and, well–undercut that, or whatever. Or seem like he didn’t actually mean it, maybe. 

Also he does still need to make sure Kon’s gotten in enough calories today; he definitely still needs to do that. There’s gotta be a decent place they can get in last-minute with a carefully-applied bribe or two, if nothing else. Kon deserves “nice”, still, and also Tim is not gonna half-ass the date after that conversation. Whole-ass all the way. 

“Um,” he says, clearing his throat again. Kon grins all sunny and pretty at him and it is a very, very flustering sight. Tim wants to smudge his eyeliner and mess up his hair and buy him an entire apartment block, or at least a suburb or two. “Wanna find someplace to eat? Maybe look through a couple shops on the way?” 

“Oh, just a couple, huh?” Kon teases, his grin widening giddily. Tim feels very flustered. 

“I mean, we are in the shopping district,” Tim says, refusing to admit to any embarrassment about being that easily seen-through. He has an entire lifestyle to fund for Kon here, alright, and that he is gonna not only whole-ass but double-ass. Triple-ass, maybe. Quadruple. 

. . . though modeling age-appropriate relationship behaviors was already gonna be hard enough with how little personal dating experience he has, much less the sugar daddy thing. 

Yeah, that’s gonna require some planning. 

“And that was totally an accident, right?” Kon asks with a laugh that is actually more like a giggle than anything else, which Tim’s brain unhelpfully burns down an entire metaphorical warehouse district about. 

“I plead the fifth,” he says, tugging Kon back onto the sidewalk, and Kon giggles again and ducks his head as he shakes it, squeezing his hands one last time before letting go of one to follow him more easily. Tim feels stupidly wooed and soft and definitely wants to destroy the lives of everyone who has ever so much as mildly inconvenienced the adorable bastard. Kon wasn’t cute before, dammit. He was not prepared for Kon to turn out to be cute. 

“You are literally fucking ridiculous, babe, I hope you know that,” Kon tells him, still grinning as his face flushes again and tugging the collar of his jacket up over his mouth with his free hand. “Like, you actually got me a friggin’ flower, you friggin’ nerd. Like–seriously?” 

Tim can’t help suspecting Kon’s joking about that because flowers and cute little dating clichés aren’t the kind of thing he thinks anyone should bother doing for him, which honestly at this point seems like a pattern of behavior. Especially after earlier. Which–it's not like he didn't go into this already knowing that Kon's loudly overinflated self-esteem and cocky attitude was partially bluster and self-defense, but the more time they spend together like this, the more it seems less like “partially”, and more like “entirely”. 

Tim is going to get this adorable bastard so many flowers as soon as he gets him in a cul-de-sac to be keeping them in. He is gonna keep Kon in flowers until the goddamn heat-death of the goddamn universe. He’ll get a florist and set up a weekly order of varying tropical flowers and make sure the neighborhood is full of flowering bushes and trees and bring a bouquet to at least two dates a month, if not just literally every single one of them. 

“I wanted to,” he replies with a shrug, because that sounds more normal to say than any of the rest of it and sincerity seems to be the most efficient way to cut the legs out from underneath any attempts Kon’s making at downplaying the point of the gesture. “I was hoping you'd like it.” 

Kon turns red, then ducks his head and grins helplessly wide, still half-hiding his mouth behind his jacket collar. Tim feels an irrational urge to smother him. Like, affectionately, he means, but also kind of literally. 

Maybe he has some wires crossed right now, given how much of a workout the supervillain timeline’s been getting lately.

[devils-little-sista]

A bit of the psychopomp Nico Percico daydream I’ve been thinking about all day

Nico who was “blessed” (cursed) with giant wings by some god (Nyx Achlys Eros Flavinus Hades some other cthonic god with wings).

After the giant war he starts trying to learn how to fly but it’s difficult because the wings are way too big for his body and they’re so unbalanced and awkward (the god said he would grow into them whatever that means) he always feels like he’s either falling backwards with the wings dragging him down or falling forwards with the wings falling on top of him about to crush him.

So he starts watching the pegasi because their wings are close enough in size and examines how they move their wings and trying to copy them. It’s hard for him to find pegasi tho seeing as most of them hate him and are terrified of him for his parentage underworld smell and death aura. So he mainly watches Blackjack because blackjack has always been chill around him.

Blackjack picks up that Nico is copying what his wings do and figures he’s trying to learn to fly. So Blackjack starts doing beginners flying moves and letting Nico watch and copy him and watching Nico fly and trying to show Nico how to correct his mistakes by moving his wings.

And that works for a bit. But there are some things that just need more communication than body language because Nico can’t talk to horses like Percy can. So Blackjack brings in Percy to use him as a translator. The three of them bond over teaching Nico to fly.

Percy and Annabeth had broken up soon after the war so Percy was thankful for this distraction. Nico needed to do some kind of physical therapy exercise because being cramped in the jar for so long and shadow fading with the statue fucked up his muscles and learning to fly is good for them and also helping him relearn motor skills.

Nico is there for Percy through his breakup. Percy is there for Nico through his healing process. They become close friends. Blackjack is secretly the biggest Percico shipper ever. But he won’t say anything about until Percy’s ready.

Eventually Nico becomes a master flyer and doesn’t really need lessons anymore. Blackjack has places he wants to go and friends he wants to visit. (And also he wants to see what happens when Percy and Nico are left alone in a barn overnight lol) So Nico and Percy continue their more advanced lessons on their own. Nico starts learning all kinds of cool flying tricks with Percy on his back.

Percy notices that Nico is almost the same height as him and he’s not so thin anymore his muscles are filling out and getting stronger and has grown a lot since the war ended. His wings don’t look as big in comparison to the rest of his body like they used to. They’re more well balanced now and Nico has much more control over them. He thinks they’re absolutely beautiful works of art. Drop dead gorgeous. Just like the rest of Nico. And that’s how Percy realizes he has a new crush.

(Nico been knew that he had a crush on Percy. Because even though it seemed less intense for a while it was still there deep down. And when he first started learning to fly spending more time with Percy it came back immediately full force. But he thinks Percy’s straight so he does his best to hide it still. He can’t mess up this friendship. He can’t make things awkward between them).

They spend everyday together do every camp activity together. During capture the flag if they’re on the same team they’re the power couple that wins every game. They beat Annabeths team a couple times and she pretended to be pissed (but secretly she was proud and happy for them and she knows they know that even if things didn’t work out with her and Percy).

But when they’re on separate teams. Well. They only actually fought one game separately. They somehow found each other in the woods. And the biggest most competitive big three kid fight happened since the 1920s. It 30 times more catastrophic than Percy and Thalias fight in the titans curse. And it was all in the name of glory competition and sportsmanship. They don’t seriously injure each other but boy do they both have so many small injuries piled up they have to be in the infirmary for a couple days. They laugh about the whole situation and are always debating who won that fight. Nobody ever figures out who won. Nobody else was around to witness it. They found the both of them strung out lying in the ground as if they defeated each other. Like they’re perfect matches for each other.

After that they play fight a lot. They spar a lot. Nico gets to be just as well of a sword fighter as Percy. And from then on when they’re on separate teams they don’t actually fight each other. They go awol from their team and find each other in the woods and just spar or hang out or whatever.

Sparing turns to flirting. Flirting turns to kissing. Kissing turns to fucking. Fucking turns to confessions. Confessions turn to happily ever after. Oh yeah Nico has wings too I forgot about that.

At some pint Percy realizes how sensitive Nico’s wings are and uses that against him because they do everything like they’re sparring. Nico says that he hates it because it so not fair that Percy has the upper hand (they do everything like they’re sparring) but secretly he loves it because wing rubbing time is a very fun time for him wether it’s sexual or not and Percy knows this because half the time he stops and Nico will either beg for more or take the upper hand from him. Sometimes it’s just Percy being nice rubbing out his back and wing muscles to make them relax and let Nico breathe deeply for a bit. Sometimes it turns into a game.

And this is where my minds drawing a blank now so.

That’s how Percico end up together forever yay.

[airytificer]

i just remembered that someone in a reblog of 1 of my posts was curious on my take on razor because of my safety tunnels sruvivor post. the one that is actual art of the STS. so uhhh sofry tumblr i'm not sparing the 10 paragraph post because this singular person was curious. you know who you are

apologies, dear razor fans, she is simply insufferable and i am a hater. proceed with caution there is so much text

firstly, her existence makes no sense, how in the WORLD is she a hybrid bestial if the "child logic" chart from pushpin and fossil exists. how is anyone in her pack a hybrid bestial. like are they going to explain that because if one has a child via either spawning stone OR respawn terminal they. aren't hybrids. or usually even the same animal as their parents?? how does razor's pack even exist??? explanation pls?? please don't tell me that she's a wolf-bear hybrid for plot convenience i beg.

other than that, razor also feels a little unreasonably aggressive for someone who is 23. even her packmates don't seem like the type of people to immediately threaten a random person's life because her silly little best friend is fucking dead and they also have nothing to do with it. Actual Grown Woman i tell you, even if she was raised in the forest. her packmates. are better.

speaking on aggressiveness, she is also violent. unreasonably. she hunts survivors; she is omnivorous. gum points this out. razor mutilates a citizen because they wouldn't give directions to a respawn terminal. she has killed fuzzball's classmate because they were "intimidating" her instead of like, idk, being reasonable and indirectly helping fuzzball's school situation. fuzzball didn't even want her to be killed but razor passes it off as like "oooh but it sounded like sheee wanted to kill youuuu" girl you KILLED HER and LIED to YOUR mother so YOU wouldn't get in TROUBLE AND YOU GOT ANOTHER PERSON KILLED AND EATEN IN THAT PROCESS. and fuzzball just goes "maybe you did a good thing" THEY COULDN'T EVEN GET THE HUSK BACK OH MY GYFOSFSUDGGG.

i need an entire paraggraph dedicated to razor and the safety tunnel survivors im so sory

the safety tunnel survivors' situation is dire, their literal only choice to stay completely safe is camping around in the tunnels and eating people. other food sources? probably all consumed by now and they would risk their lives dearly (they are DELICATE OBJECTS mind you, just adds on to the risk even just with the parasites) by going outside. ("it's our only food source" -lava lamp) "those people can't defend themselves" NEITHER CAN THE FUCKING DELICATE OBJECTS. THEY HAVE TO BE COWARDLY OR THEY WILL DIE. they probably know that it's unethical, but they would also have 0 clue on if this apocalyptic event will ever end so what's even the point of worrying about those people's families from their perspectives? it's hopeless for them. sure, wanda COULD go outside to get food. she is a trained assassin. BUT WANDA IS BLIND. THE RISK IS STILL FAR TOO HIGH IN THIS SITUATION. echolocation probably isn't even good enough to avoid parasites (they're so tiny dude)!!!!!! and especially the lage-stage events where the parasites are doing backflips through ways of infecting people. echolocation makes noise and attracts assimilated objects. also, RAZOR IS UNNECESSARILY POWERFUL WHEN KILLING THE SURVIVORS. razor can break A FUCKING FISHTANK, WHICH HAS REINFORCED GLASS, JUST BY ROARING AT HIM. and then she just fucking one-shots the other guys and figuratively dies. why? because they mentioned chowing down on her already-dead best friend. ooo this was TOTALLY just to show off delirium symptoms oghmyfshgjhj. girl this is what i mean by the delicate objects can't even defend themselves.

dragonscale can breathe fire because she is a demon. why can't sticker sheet paralyse and kill razor using his incredibly toxic venom, he's a blue ring octopus, right? LAVA LAMP IS ALSO A DEMON, WHY CAN'T SHE ALSO BREATHE FIRE? oh sorry forgot that the main characters aren't allowed to die sorry plot armour hahaah i hate everything

warhammer, a lawless king, is her father and it genuinely kind of makes her sound more like a mary sue oc because of that. i find it a litle funny.

most of my hate stems from the safety tunnel survivors stuff. it drove me a biiiiit insane. i hope the person who reblogged my post is happy with this.

[mohima21]

Roommate affairs (18+)

Leehan and Taesan (boynextdoor)

Warnings: threesome, overstimulation, voyeurism, praise kink, voice kink, female reader, no protection (wrap it up folks), porn without plot.

Word count: 3.8k

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the members in any way.

Leehan and taesan were in the living room talking about random things, both sitting on the couch.

You suddenly came out of your room only in shorts and a tight tank top, since you've been working out for a while.

Leehan's eyes widened slightly as he took in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your bare arms and legs before he quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Taesan, look…” he whispers, trying to get his friend's attention without drawing your notice.

You walked to the kitchen counter and made yourself some coffee. “Do you guys want coffee?”

Taesan follows Leehan's gaze and also notices your outfit. He smirks at Leehan's evident discomfort and nods slowly, leaning back on the couch to enjoy the show. “We'd love some, wouldn't we, Leehan?” he prompts, nudging his friend with his elbow.

“Alright, lemme make you some,”

Leehan watches you walk to the kitchen, his eyes fixed on your back and legs. He can't help but feel a flutter in his chest and his heart races slightly. He glances over at Taesan, who is smiling knowingly at him. Fucking hell, Taesan…

“Leehan, you want sugar?”

Leehan swallows hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. “Sugar…” He nods, his mouth too dry to speak. He watches as you lean into the cabinet to get the sugar, his eyes drawn to the way your shorts ride up.

As you struggle to reach the top shelf, due to your lack of height,

Taesan, still sitting on the couch, chuckles softly at the sight of Leehan struggling to contain himself. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen counter, standing behind you. “Let me help you with that.”

Taesan freezes as he feels your ass brush against his front. His breath hitches slightly and he has to take a deep breath to compose himself. He reaches up to get the sugar, his arm brushing against your side in the process. “There you go…”

“Thanks, tae!”

Leehan watches as Taesan helps you, his jealousy flaring up. He clenches his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He watches as you bend over to put the sugar away, his eyes glued to the way your shorts cling to you.

“Leehan, you need something?”

Leehan jumps slightly at the sound of his name, his heart pounding in his chest. He turns to face you, his eyes still fixed on your outfit. 

“Y-yeah... could you... could you pass me the creamer?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly. “It's on the top shelf…”

“Oh yeah lemme just-” of course you fail to reach the top shelf.

You struggle to reach the creamer, stretching as high as you can on your tiptoes. Leehan watches, his heart racing as he sees how hard you're trying and failing. He opens his mouth to offer to help, but before he can say anything, Taesan speaks up.

"Let me get it," Taesan says, stepping up behind you once more.

 He reaches up effortlessly, his tall frame easily able to reach the top shelf. As he leans up, he grins mischievously at Leehan, intentionally brushing against you again.

“T-Thanks!”

Leehan's grip on the counter tightens as he watches Taesan brush against you. His face contorts with barely concealed jealousy. He looks between you and Taesan, his mind racing with thoughts he can't control. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“Leehan? You look kinda flustered,”

Leehan's eyes snap to you, a blush spreading across his cheeks at your observation. He swallows hard, his heart hammering in his chest. 

“I-I'm fine! It's just... it's a bit warm in here, don't you think?”

“Oh really?”

Leehan nods eagerly, pulling at his collar to fan himself. He can't admit to you that it's not the temperature that's got him flustered, but rather the sight of Taesan touching you. He takes a sip of his coffee, scalding his mouth in the process.

“You guys wanna watch something?”

Leehan nods eagerly, grateful for the change of subject. He follows you to the couch, his eyes glued to your back. Taesan smirks knowingly, noticing Leehan's behavior and filing it away for later. 

"What do you want to watch?"

“Idk, you pick.”

Leehan looks at the TV screen, his mind blank. He can't focus on anything other than your presence next to him. He jabs at random buttons on the remote until Taesan grabs it from him.

 “Watch it slacker,”

Taesan flips through channels before settling on an action movie.

“Hmmm I love his body,” you point towards the handsome male lead actor.

Leehan's jaw tightens as he stares at the actor on the screen. He feels a surge of jealousy, wishing it was his body you were admiring instead. He crosses his arms over his chest, glowering at the TV. 

"Yeah, he's alright."

“I loooove men who have bodies like those!”

Taesan raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and Leehan with an amused expression. He can practically see the steam coming out of Leehan's ears. 

"Is that so?" Leehan's voice is strained as he forces a laugh. 

"Well, I guess we all have our types."

“Omg what if he gets caught?!” You get scared for the male lead and link arms with taesan and leehan.

Leehan tenses beside you, his arm rigid under your grasp. He looks at Taesan, who just grins mischievously and relaxes his arm so you can intertwine your fingers with his. Leehan sulks silently, stewing in jealousy. "Don't worry, he'll be fine,"

Leehans hands brush your thigh suddenly, his eyes flicker to the accidental contact, his heart racing as he quickly looks away, pretending he didn't feel anything. But his hands remain still, lingering on your thigh. 

"So, what's your type then?" 

Taesan asks, his voice low and curious.

“Umm...I like long haired guys with semi muscular bodies and feminine face along with a deep voice.”

Leehan's breath hitches as he listens to your description, his mind racing with thoughts of himself fitting those criteria. He glances at Taesan, who notices the look on his face and smiles knowingly. Leehan quickly looks back at the TV, his hands still on your thigh. "That's..."

“hmm?”

"...specific." Leehan swallows hard, inching his fingers closer to your knee. He can't help but feel encouraged by your description, hoping it's a hint that you're interested in him.

 "And... voice?"

“Deep voice is nice for...you know,”

You admit shyly.

Leehan's mind immediately jumps to you-know-what, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to play it cool, but his voice wavers ever so slightly. "Oh, yeah...that's nice." He inches his fingers even closer, his thumb brushing against your knee.

You get flustered but don't budge, secretly liking the contact.

Leehan notices your flustered reaction and feels a thrill of excitement. He takes it as a good sign that you're not pulling away from his touch. Encouraged, he slides his hand fully onto your knee, squeezing gently. "I have a deep voice..."

“I know,” you look away, a blush creeping up your neck.

Leehan's grin widens at your shy response. He feels emboldened and slides his hand further up your thigh, his touch becoming more confident.

 "You like it?" He leans in closer, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is it nice for...you know?"

“Hmmm....I think it feels nice,” your confession catches him off guard, the fact that you might have been secretly into his voice this whole time.

Leehan's hand tightens on your thigh, his breath hitching. He leans even closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "Just nice?" He whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Or...really nice?"

“R-Really n-nice,” you breathe heavily.

Leehan's touch becomes more insistent, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. He nuzzles your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And what about...this?" He asks softly, his fingers brushing against a sensitive spot. "Is this...really nice too?"

“Y-Yes,” you quietly moan.

Leehan's eyes light up at your quiet moan, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He presses his fingers against the sensitive spot, rubbing gently. At the same time, he reaches out with his other hand and gently takes your chin, turning your face towards him. "Look at me,"

You get super flustered but obey him and look straight into his boba eyes.

Leehan's eyes meet yours, now burning with intensity and desire. He leans in until his lips are a mere inch from yours. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I want to kiss you so badly right now."

“What's stopping you?”

A soft groan escapes Leehan's lips, as he presses his them firmly against yours. His hand on your thigh tightens, pulling you closer. The kiss is deep and insistent, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth. He's not gentle, his desire for you overwhelming.

You moan again, feeling taesan's hands groping your chest.

Leehan's kiss grows more passionate, his hands roaming over your body. Meanwhile, Taesan's hands remain on your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, his touch gentle yet firm. Leehan's kisses trail down to your neck, his teeth gently biting into your skin.

“Ahhhhnggghhhhhh fuckkkkk~”

Leehan chuckles darkly against your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs. Taesan's hands slip under your unbuttoned shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Leehan looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a mischievous grin on his face. "You like that?"

“I...don't...know.... I've n-never done t-this before…”

Leehan's grin widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Then let us show you.” 

His hands grip your thighs, pulling you forward. Taesan's arms wrap around you from behind, his hands slowly mapping out your chest. You stare at both males in confusion.

Leehan smirks, amused by your reaction. He kisses along your jawline, his hands sliding up to your hips. "It's going to feel even better," he promises, his voice a low purr. Taesan's hands move lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants.

“Is it alright?” Taesan asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, probably the most obvious answer of your life.

Leehan pulls back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “Looks more than alright," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine care and desire. "We want to make you feel good. Really good."

“please~”

Leehan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in for another kiss, his hands sliding down to your wrists. He gently brings your hands up to rest on Taesan's shoulders. "Hold onto him," he instructs softly, before turning to Taesan.

“w-what are you-”

Leehan leans over to whisper something into Taesan's ear. Taesan nods, a playful grin spreading across his face. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his hands splayed across your back. Leehan's hands slide down to your thighs, gently parting them.

Leehan's fingers deftly unbutton and unzip your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "We're both going to make you feel good, okay? But I'll go first."

“o-okay~”

Leehan leans forward, his face pressing against your stomach. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with excitement. Then, without any further warning, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue eagerly licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot. "Mmmm, you taste so good,"

You try to suppress your moans, but fail as he continues his ministrations.

Leehan's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues his enthusiastic oral exploration. Taesan's hands move to your chest, kneading the soft flesh and teasing your nipples. The dual stimulation proves to be overwhelming, and soon you can't help but let out a loud moan.

You close your eyes and get overwhelmed by both of them stimulating your most sensitive parts.

Leehan's fingers join his mouth, slowly thrusting in and out of you in rhythm with his tongue. Taesan's hands slip down to your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helps to lift you up and down, encouraging you to move against Leehan's mouth. "Let go,"

“it feels...weird…”

"it's normal," Leehan mumbled, his mouth still busy. His tongue lapped at you, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his mouth hot and wet. Taesan's fingers pinched your hardened nubs. "Just relax, and enjoy,"

“ahhhhhhh-”

Leehan's fingers curl upwards, finding that sensitive spot inside of you. His tongue flicks out, lapping at you as his fingers massage that spot. He can feel you tensing, your body drawing closer to release. Leehan pulls back, his fingers still moving inside of you.

“its so good, hannie,” you moan out as you cum hard around Leehan's long digits.

Leehan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean. He leans up, pressing a messy kiss to your mouth. "I'm glad you like it, He whispers, before turning to Taesan. 

You wait in anticipation for what is to happen next.

"She's all yours now," Leehan tells Taesan with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Taesan grins mischievously, his hands sliding up to your waist. He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Wrap your arms around my neck,"

“o-okay…”

Taesan carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the soft mattress. He crawls onto the bed, settling between your parted thighs. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Do I have your permission, pretty?”

“Yes, please!”

Taesan leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands guide himself to your entrance, gently pushing forward. He's gentle, inching in slowly, giving you time to adjust. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he looks into your eyes. "Okay?"

“ahhhhh....it's so… different…”

Taesan smiles, his heart swelling with love and affection for you. He slowly starts to move, his hips gently rocking back and forth, his length slowly sliding in and out of you. He keeps his pace slow and gentle, savoring the feeling of being inside you. "So warm... so tight..."

“Oh my god…Tae!”

Taesan grins, his hips starting to pick up speed. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you with each thrust.

“tae...ahhh...It's so…good…”

Taesan's heart races, his love for you overwhelming him. He starts to move again, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. He reaches down, his fingers finding your sensitive clit. He rubs it in circles, his other hand holding your hip in place. "Hold on, baby..."

“Fuckkk...” your moans were probably heard by all your neighbors at this point, but you were too fucked out to care about such trivial matters.

Taesan's movements become more urgent, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. He looks down at where you two are connected, his length disappearing and reappearing from your tight warmth with each thrust. His fingers on your clit move faster, your body starting to shake. "I'm close..."

You moan loudly while Taesan keeps hitting that one spot, creating a bulge on your lower belly. Taesan's vision starts to blur, his entire focus on the feeling of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching around his length. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as you both reach your climax. "AH FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Taesan groans in your ears.

“ahhhhhhhhhh taeeee~”

As Taesan finishes, he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He grins against your lips, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his release. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "Sorry... was I too rough?"

You struggle to breathe slowly as you murmur, “No, It was perfect,” 

Taesan smiles softly, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you... so much..." He whispers, his arms tightening around you possessively. 

Leehan gets up from his seat, on his pants a very visible wet spot forming, indicating his recent release.  “

Oh won't I get a turn too?” He approaches your now spent form.

"I'll be patient," Leehan chuckles softly, wiping his hands clean with a tissue. "I’ll give you time to recover, then it's my turn, " He climbs onto the bed, snuggling up behind you, pressing his body against yours.

"

“Hmmm...Hannie...Tae fucked me so good…”

"He sure did," Leehan murmurs, his hands slowly roaming over your curves possessively. "But now it's my turn, " He nuzzles your neck, his hands slowly parting your thighs. His fingers trail up, gently playing with your wet, puffy folds.

“ahhh...I'm sensitive!”

"Shh...I'll be gentle..." Leehan whispers soothingly, his touch feather-light. He slowly massages your swollen flesh, gently parting your folds. He feels you tense, your hips jerking slightly. "That's it, relax for me, baby..."

You shake on Leehan's hands, turning putty under his gentle yet confident touches.

"Good girl..." Leehan praises softly, his fingers slowly pushing into you. He pumps his fingers in and out slowly, allowing you time to adjust. He leans down, his tongue flicking out to lap at your backside. He grins, his breath warm on your skin.

“Hannie...I think I'm gonna…”

"That's it, baby...let it happen," Leehan encourages, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your backdoor. He feels you tense, your body shaking as your orgasm hits. He continues to lick and finger you through your climax, helping to prolong it. "Come on, baby..."

“Ahhhh...hahhhhhh...hnggghhhh…”

Leehan licks and fingers you 

through your entire orgasm, not stopping until you're completely spent. He slowly pulls his fingers out, his tongue gently sweeping over your sensitive flesh. "There's my good girl," He praises, pressing a gentle kiss to your backside.

“Hannie...it felt so good…”

"I'm glad, baby," Leehan smiles, crawling up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your hips back against him. He grinds his hips against yours, his erection becoming evident. "Now, I want to feel you wrapped around me."

“Ahhh...but I j-just came so many times…”

"Shh...I know, baby. We'll take it slow," Leehan murmurs, his hands gently kneading your hips. He reaches down, guiding his length to your entrance. He rubs the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your arousal.

You moan loudly, unable to contain your sudden rush of arousal. 

"That's it, baby...get nice and wet for me," Leehan encourages, his tip pressing against your entrance. He pushes slowly, his length stretching you out. He holds still, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Breathe, baby...just breathe..."

“Hannie you're soo...biiig....”

"I know, baby...but you can take it," Leehan reassures, his hands gently rubbing your hips. He starts to push in slowly, his length disappearing inch by inch into your tight warmth. He holds still, his forehead resting against your back. "You're so fucking tight...fuck..."

"Look at you...taking me so well..." Leehan praises, his fingers gripping your hips. He starts to move, his hips pulling back and snapping forward. He sets a slow, steady pace, his length gliding in and out of your slick heat. "Touch yourself, baby..."

“I-I can't…”

"Yes, you can. Reach down and play with your clit while I fuck you," Leehan commands, his pace remaining slow and steady. He reaches over, his hand gently wrapping around yours. He guides your fingers to your clit, pressing gently. "Touch it, baby..."

“b-but…”

"No 'buts'...just do it..." Leehan insists, his voice firm. He feels your fingers slowly uncurl, your touch light as you tentatively start to rub your swollen nub. "That's it, baby...now, open your eyes and look at Tae..."

You obey him, as you look in front of you and find a very impatient Taesan now jerking off to you and Leehan fucking.

"Look at him, baby...look at how turned on he is watching me make love to you," Leehan instructs, his own eyes flicking to Taesan. He watches as you slowly turn your head, your eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of Taesan slowly stroking himself.

"That's it, baby...keep your eyes on him while I make love to you," Leehan murmurs, his pace slowly quickening. He grins wickedly, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "Maybe, if you're a good girl, we'll let him join in..."

“but...I cant....”

"You can, kitten...and you will," Leehan growls, his hips snapping forward harder. He leans down, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Now, be a good kitten and cum for me...show Taesan how much you love having your tight little pussy stretched and filled..."

“don't say that...it's so…”

"Shameful? Naughty? Dirty?” Leehan breathes against your ear, his voice low and sultry. He feels you tense, your body growing hotter and tighter around his length. "Come on, baby..."

“fuckkk..leehan…”

"That's it, baby...keep your eyes on him while you fall apart," Leehan encourages, his pace quickening. He grins wickedly, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. "You look so beautiful like this..."

“I think I'm gonna…cum…”

"Look at me," Leehan commands, his pace quickening further. He leans down, his eyes boring into yours. He feels your body tense, your muscles clamping down around him as your release nears. "Come for me, baby...come for both of us..."

You cum hard, the moans flowing freely, until you go limp in Leehan's warm embrace.

"Beautiful...just beautiful," Leehan praises, his own release mixing with your fluids as he spills into you. He grins mischievously, his arms wrapping around your waist and picking you up. "Now, let's get you cleaned up...then maybe Taesan can have a turn."

“i-i cant...cum again!”

"You can, and you will," Leehan insists, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, his hands gently parting your thighs. He grins mischievously, his fingers playing with your puffy, wet folds. "Besides, we promised Taesan, remember?"

“we d-did?”

"Mhm...remember?" Leehan hums, his fingers gently probing at your entrance. He leans down, his tongue sweeping through your folds. He laps at your release, his tongue cleaning you thoroughly. "He was so good watching us...don't you think he deserves a turn?"

You nod weakly, making Leehan's eyes soften with adoration.

"Good girl," Leehan praises, his voice low and sultry. He straightens, his hands parting your thighs wider. He grins mischievously, his eyes meeting Taesan's in the mirror.

 "Come here, Taesan...our girl needs to be cleaned up.”

[missfrustration]

grip on the barrel (toji fushiguro x reader, 18+)

rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact!

tags: pwp, shameless smut, canon universe, hate sex, misogynistic and sexist language, degradation, gun kink, muzzle kink, masturbation, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, co-workers, not for the faint of heart

A/n: the following content contains some pretty intense gunplay, and some seriously fine toji content, you have been very warned! on ao3 here!

word count: 2.3k

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“I didn’t think you were the type to torture someone after they spit out everything they know.”

“I didn’t think I would be hired to work with a brat like you.”

The man in front of you methodically wiped off his stained knives before putting them in an engorged purple worm you couldn’t believe was real. You shook it off.

“Maybe if you weren’t so bold in how you handle your missions, I wouldn’t have to help your sorry ass, Toji.”

The man says nothing, choosing to lazily stride ahead of you to the rendezvous spot in the tunnel of back alleys.

Although you were hired specifically for your information-gathering skills and methods, you were not fully briefed on the assigned target, the ‘Vessel.’ Yet here you are, with the secretive organization’s lead hitman at their disposal, Toji Fushiguro.

You catch up to him, pointing a conniving finger at the side of his face. It’s the same side that has that harrowing scar on his mouth. 

“And what you did back there? I’ve been doing this as long as you, Toji, and we both know a chump that’ll start talking after a few punches. Bringing in the damn armory fucks up our plan when you start cutting off tongues.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, little lady.” He turns to you, towering over your figure with an intimidating presence that is overly purposeful. The blood on his chest from the mission is prominent, with no intention of him to hide it. “I don’t play when there’s money on the line. If you don’t follow my lead, we don’t do the job right, and you’ll end up like them. Got it?”

You step up to him, unbothered by his threat. He cocks his head at your audacity to challenge him.

“I can work fine on my own. Not my fault your m.o. is shitty enough to have a girl like me work with you.”

“The only time I work with girls like you is when they have hands that please me. Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue at you, rubbing his neck. To him, you’re a pest he’s stuck with that he has no intention to entertain.

“I’m sure they get paid to please you. Must be dehumanizing to fuck a hardass.”

“They’re the ones that end up giving me money. I do too well for them.”

“Jesus, gag me.”

“With that attitude, I won’t.” His comebacks come out with ease, yet they make you want to die on the spot.

“Look, I know you know more about this stupid vessel than the organization does. Not only that, you reveal classified client information to the only suckers that you decide to keep alive. That doesn’t sound like getting the job right; it sounds like you don’t care what’s best for the clients if it’s in the way of your fucking ego. Likely, you don’t even have the brain capacity to process what I just said.” 

His face clicks to you as it contorts in anger. In a flash, his fingers fly to your hair, pulling your head by the scalp to yank your eyes to him. His other hand pulls a gun from the creature and aims at the thick of your temple.

His face levels with yours, now flush against your ear. 

“I don’t need a wench like you talking shit to me. All you women are good for is being fucked.” His words are like daggers, piercing violently into your ear in booms.

Toji moved quicker than you could process, and your breath hitches from his hands on you. He slams you against a brick wall and the barrel of the gun presses against the side of your head. His hands roughly tangled in your hair, and his annoying mouth pressed to your ear again.

“I got no brain, huh? Say that shit again when I paint yours all over this fucking alley.” His tone is purposeful; the words are annunciated as he buries the gun to your head. He wants you to be scared enough to submit under him.

You should back down now—say you’re sorry about pissing him off and to let you go—yet you’re the opposite of scared. Your hastened breaths seem to be from the terrifying scene presented to you. That’s the natural reaction from someone else in your position. 

You try to pry yourself off, only succumbing to his raw strength. But Toji can see the change in your eyes when the weapon is turned on you and your bodies feel so close. 

Mmph.

You moan from the hands that hold you, making any words of defense hold no weight. You scramble from his hands to grasp any dignity, but the eyes that were once blazed in hellfire are now doused in curiosity.

“Oh, interesting ,” Toji says, pulling you close as he looks at your heated face. His face is irritatingly smug. “I guess I was right about you, little girl.”

“You fucking asshole,” You seethe. “Just put me down.”

“Oh, do you really want that? I can tell by your eyes that you fucking love this, don’t you?” He glides the handgun down your face, sliding down your chin and now firmly planted on the corner of your lips. “I can shut that dirty mouth up if I wanted to.”

“Like hell you could.” 

But you can’t deny the sensation in between your legs when he points the gun at you. He rubs the barrel of the handgun, twisting it against your skin as if to carve it into you.

This same man has killed more people this week than nights in a year. He tortures with no remorse and kills with no feeling—a cold, calculated monster who now turns all of his sadistic tendency towards you. You were so close to death that you could practically taste the power from the barrel that could shoot into your skull at one pull of his finger.

And you can’t help but moan again. 

You can’t help but pant from feeling overwhelmed by the dangerous man in front of you. It was like spinning a life-or-death roulette, with each second more thrilling than the last. 

“You’re drooling like a mutt. You’re the craziest bitch I’ve met.” Toji laughs. “Why don’t you show me you’re more interesting than women I use off the job?” 

Your bloodstream fills will rage, caging your body from total submission. But you know he has you cornered: your biggest turn-on has been revealed. 

“You fucking deaf? You can’t do anything better than every girl that’s opened her legs for me.” He snares.

“Asshole.” 

Your mouth moves to suck on the gun. The hard rubber of the silencer clacks with your teeth, and your lips clasp a ring around the barrel. 

You’re not stupid to know that there are a few more shots in his magazine. Toji shot in the ceiling earlier to intimidate the grunts you got information from. He’s only a trigger away from blowing your head off, yet the level of danger has you moaning on the gun, half-lidded and legs trembling against Toji’s calloused body. 

“Jesus,” Toji says.

You notice a glint of exhilaration in Toji’s eye, and a jolt of arousal runs down your spine when you feel the pressure of the gun increase. 

Toji shoves the silencer down your throat, watching your lips swallow it down and eyes begin to water.

Above all, Toji was more interested that you haven’t pulled away from the long barrel shoved down your throat, instead your cheeks hollow out. You choose to take it in your mouth, now sucking enough to taste the bitterness of the gunpowder still left on the muzzle.

“Thought I was just some hardass, hm? Now I have you gagging it down like a slut.”

He pulls it out of your mouth, watching you cough out. 

“Bastard, I know you like this too.” You say, “You wouldn’t keep going unless you liked it.”

“With some girl thinking she’s all that?” Toji forces your body on the ground with your back flush to the brick wall. “What I want is to have you squirm.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Your ass hurts from that fall, causing you to shift your legs. 

“Easy.”

You don’t think you should’ve shifted, as Toji eyes narrow on them. In one fluid motion, he grabs your legs before ripping your cargo pants off of you. He didn’t even spare a second to look at your black lacy underwear before tearing it off. Within seconds, he already has you stripped bare on your bottom half. 

Then he grabs his gun again. 

“Don’t keep them closed.”

Toji’s hand split into your thighs, cracking them open with sandpaper palms. Even his grip is brutish, and you see your soft skin squish from it. When you tried to close your legs, it seemed that he would wretch your plump thighs wider. He puts himself between them. 

You can see the lights in his eyes go off when Toji’s face contorts to sick pleasure. He grabs the gun and dives it between the aching apex of your thighs. 

The second the cold muzzle of the gun touches your clit, you feel a wave of warm fuzz. You practically melt into the touch. He languidly rubs it against you, watching you twitch against the gun in sick intrigue. 

“Such a deprived slut.”

“And you’re a sick fuck.”

Yet, both of your eyes are glued to the scene. Toji is practically fucking you with the gun with the way it rocked into you. You moaned against him, reveling in the way he could easily mutilate your body if he wanted to. It all made the gun slick against you faster. 

A devilish smirk came to your face. 

“Put it in.” 

Toji raised an eyebrow, obviously persuaded by your offer yet not wanting to give in without pure degeneracy.

“Touch yourself before I do.”

No, this man wants to defile you without holding back. You could practically gag, yet it was lost on the erotic sound on your tongue. You fucking hate Toji, yet you’re hate fucking at its finest with the Sorcerer Killer. 

You gather your juice on your fingers before diving into your pink bud of nerves. The thousands of nerves screamed in lust when the skin contacted. 

“Shit.” 

Toji’s eyes gall to your hands, watching you fuck your sensitive clit. Your hand flicks back and forth so fast that invites Toji to thrust the silencer into you. You feel your walls stretch to the gun, screaming from the pain of the rugged ridges, yet your legs shake from the ecstasy. 

The way that Toji grips his trigger makes you lull your head back. Your fingers start to work a pace that rocks you closer. You feel so close, but you stop before you can cum. You want this moment to last.

Toji could give less of a fuck what you wanted.

“Who said you could stop?” Toji says, starting to thrust it inside you at a degenerate pace. He grabs your hair, lunging into your ear. 

“Keep. Going.”

You grunt in annoyance, yet you comply like a dog.

Your fingertips come back to your pink bud, rocking your hips against your hand slowly. Toji’s body is pressed against you, focusing on panting and sucking your sensitive ear, encouraging you to keep going. He grunts into your ear, lips taking your lobe, biting it hard enough for you to squeak, thrusting the barrel fast enough to make you cum; it’s all so sadistic, yet you didn’t stop him.

Toji rustles his hand out of your hair and down his pants, popping his hard erection out before immediately beating it off. The way he starts to pant from the sensation, from the vision of you, was both annoying and so enticing. You displayed your dripping arousal to him, watching the movie that was his cock bucking into his hand. 

You ram against the wall from the sheer intensity of Toji thrusting his silencer into you, erotic noises come out of your mouth, ripping out of you when Toji bites down on your neck. It was the catalyst for your entire cunt to burst in pleasure.

You burst into animalistic moans as you cum on Toji’s gun, and he sure as hell loved it. He helped you ride that despicable orgasm with each deep thrust of the gun hitting your cervix. The pleasure was so overwhelming your thighs hugged against his body, and you lunged into the crook of his neck. You bit down on the flesh of his shoulder mid-climax, fully enthralled by sheer pleasure that it was almost too much to bear.

Once Toji pulls out of the gun, he eyes down the creamy substance that stained the black exterior. It dripped down like honey before it lifted onto Toji’s tongue. He swallowed it with an insatiable hunger, practically rolling his eyes when his lids fluttered.

“The roughest girls taste the sweetest,” He groans erotically. “It makes me want more.”

“Like you could’ve taken it further,” you panted, starting to get up.

Toji scoffs.

“Oh, that would’ve really killed you,” He darkly laughs, “and I need you to make it to the rendezvous. I’d rather die than have to carry you there.”

“If you keep your vulgarity, I would rather die than have you touch me again.”

“Don’t be like that. I can catch you on a day we're off and easily break you in like a fucking bottle. Get a little vacation from work; I’ll make sure your little legs can’t get up again.”

“Don’t count on it, asshole. Don’t think we’re buddy-buddy just because you made a girl cum for once.”

“Just admit it. You loved it like a filthy little vixen.”

“In your dreams.”

But Jesus, if he can make you feel like that without his dick, you can’t imagine what full-on sex with a cold assassin is like.

There is no fucking way to save this business relationship now.

[janebonbon]

Alright, Let's talk

I've had some time to digest everything about the election and hearing all the talk surrounding it. I was, and am devistated as to where things stand now for a Trump presidency. However... My gut tells me this is not over. Whether that means election fraud or tampering, boycotts and protests, or more legal trouble for the big orange. It's not over. Things are far too quiet, and we are in the eye before the storm. Notice how EXTREMELY quiet Trump is this time around. He hasn't been boasting and gloating and unsufferably hard to ignore. There is something going on, and I think he is very nervous.

However. That does not erase the threat of everything Trump stands for. If anything, this has shown us the threat in front of us. My family is Polish, I have grown up Polish. Why is that relavant? Talk about world war two was almost a constant growing up. Most people associate Poles with WW2 anyway, so I learned a lot. I learned a lot about facism, nazis, eugenics, and the psychology of complacancy that led to the holocaust.

Around 2016, at the fresh age of 14, my mother and I went to the Zekelman Holocaust Museum in Michigan. I urge you too look at or read about some of their exhibits here. This is where my mother and I were first able to completely face the fact of what Trump was doing. There was an exhibit showcasing the 10 stages of genocide. We are now currently at stage 7. Project 2024 has thrust us there. I worry deeply about what project 2024 has shown us. What that means for every single women, the LGBTQ+ community, our immigrant communities, our disabled communities.

Even if there is no internment camps like in the holocaust, I worry about escalations. I am terrified of history repeating. I refuse to be complacant in that, and I urge you not to be as well. I urge you to prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. Be proactive in measures for the future.

Especially if you are a woman, I am telling you to buy Plan B now. Travel state lines if you have to. Plan B has a shelf life of 4 years. If not for yourself, do it for a friend, family member, or someone you care about. Even if you are not sexually active, you never know what is going to happen or who might need it.

If you have any period tracking apps, they need to go NOW. Flood it with misinformation if you are able, change past entries before you delete it. Stick to putting that information to pen-and-paper where your data will not be taken by the government and used agaisnt you.

If you are able to, please apply for a passport or renew yours if you haven't already, the sooner the better. It can take a lot of time for them to get processed, so do this first. If you are financially unable to pay for a passport, you may be eligable to apply with a fee waiver. In case you feel unsafe and just want to leave the country for whatever reason may happen, I feel it is extremely important to have.

Download Signal. It has end-to-end encryption that will keep you and those same people you care about safe. I also suggest turning off notification previews even on apps like Signal, as I am told that they can be un-encrypted. If you value your privacy for conversations with your trusted people, you need to do it on something that is end-to-end encrypted.

If you are able and feel safe to, build a community network. Anyone you believe can be trusted, talk to them now about your fears and come up with a plan for worst-case scenerios. Reach out to others that have the same fears as you. Talk to your trusted friends and family members. You are not powerless. You have strength in numbers. If not to help you feel safety, but to give you hope and laughter in hard times. It does not and will not mean that the world is not dire, but you need to still stay sane.

Save important doccuments now. Not on pinterest or in a TikTok bookmark. Download. That. Shit. Don't have the computer space? Get a hard drive. A USB. Fuck it, a CD. Can't download important information? Write it down on physical paper. You have options. Even if it doesn't get taken offline, archiving and saving important things is extremely important anyway. Anything important to you, save. I am worried about books and important information being lost. Get physical copies if you are able. Find ways to download them in PDF or similar formats. Music? Save it. Maybe I'm being too wary, but you will have no idea what is going to go until they start doing it.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam growled, he hated dealing with cherubs back in Heaven, they were real fucking annoying. Seeing the trio in Hell hadn't been any different.

Cletus was a fan of Adams in heaven but since his fall he taunted him.

Which was why Adam didn't feel bad when he got the little fuckers locked out of heaven after they helped kill a client.

Adam: I know you don't like the doctors office buddy but I can't have you getting sick.

Cain: I know dad...... But does it have to be a needle? Can't it just be a gummy?

Adam: If only bud, if only.

He was taking Cain to the hospital to get up to date on his shots, it was also the carpool for work so Adam had Lute and Emily with them too.

At the same time Lucifer was at lunch with Lilith going over the divorce finalizing process.

Their lawyer was there as the middle man.

When Striker came and shot at him. Lucifer was going to blast him with Hell fire, when Striker wrapped him up in blessed rope.

Lucifer: Well this is a problem.

As he was nearly to his appointment that he can only get every few years, Adams phone rang.

Adam: What is it Lucifer?

Lucifer: I seem to have found myself captured by some cowboy imp.

Adam: What's he look like?

Lucifer took a good look: Umm.... Sexy?

Emily: That's Striker, Adam.

Striker growled: Shut it back there!

He took the phone from Lucifer

Striker: Don't worry, I'll take care of your precious King, Addie.

He threw the phone.

Lucifer: ..... Am I actually in trouble?

Adam: FUCK! Of all the days for this to happen. Striker you asshole.

Lute: We can go save Lucifer sir.

Adam: You sure?

Emily: Yes!

Adam pulled up to the hospital; Fine, but please hurry.

Him and Cain got out and Lute and Emily sped away to go save Lucifer.

Stoliz Au

Adam sipped on his coffee out of his "Hell's Greatest Boss" mug as he overlooked Pentagram City. His workers, Lute and Emily were at the conference table trying to figure out ways they could get to the human world.

Adams oldest son Cain sat there on his phone looking very interested in anything that had to do with work.

Here at Adams Angelic Assassination, they started out by protecting sinners. Either from other demons or from angels on extermination day.

Turns out people would pay a pretty penny to have someone on earth killed.

It has been a few years since Adam was cast out of heaven for questioning things. They took his halo and his powers before casting him down.

Lute and Emily didn't want him to be alone in Hell so they willingly fell. Adam reconnected with his son who was homeless at the time.

They all needed money so that's when Adam came up with the idea for his business.

Lute sighed: It's impossible! There is no way to the human releam without our angelic powers.

Emily: It's okay Lute, we'll figure something out.

Adam turned: She's right Lute! And I actually have a plan.

Lute: You do?

Adam: I do. I know of a book and where I can get it. It's our ticket up top.

Yes Adam knew where to get this book, but could he sneak in and out without being noticed.

Emily: How will you get it?

Adam smirked: Leave it to me and my stealth skills.

*Adam scouted out the royal palace, he knew the largest collection of demonic grimoires were housed in the Morningstar palace including one that could take him to Earth, thankfully Adam still had his angel wings so he fly over the gates surrounding the palace, there was a party going on, his eyes went to Lucifer who was off in a corner drinking while Lilith was talking with her friends, Adam’s heart filled with longing over seeing his first love, but Adam was here for a reason and it was to get a spell book, he hid his wings thankful for the all black outfit he took to wearing now that he could use to hide in the shadows, but before he could open the door to Lucifer’s room, he was tackled by a pair of hellhounds who dragged him to Lucifer*

Adam: Shit.

*Lucifer was chugging down a bottle of absinthe when he saw a pair of hellhound guards drag Adam in front of him, Adam had a sheepish smile on his face and he couldn’t help but realize how handsome Adam was, in fact he had a strong desire to pin Adam to the bed and have his way with him since he hadn’t shared a bed with Lilith since Charlie was born*

Hellhound 1: We saw this man trying to sneak into your room.

Hellhound 2: What should we do with him?

Lucifer: I will deal with him myself, don’t tell anyone what you saw.

*the hellhounds handed Adam over to Lucifer and the former angel reluctantly followed Lucifer up to his room, once they were alone Adam became nervous*

Adam: Look, I can explain-

*Adam’s words were cut off when Lucifer kissed him on the lips, Adam found himself returning the kiss enjoying the feeling*

Lucifer: I missed you so much Adam, in more ways than one.

*Adam felt himself getting wet with desire, one of the punishments was they took away Adam’s favorite thing, his dick, before throwing him out of Heaven and now he had a pussy instead much to his annoyance, but now he saw a way to use it to his advantage and it would give him something he had always wanted*

Adam: You realized what you missed out on and now you can have it.

Lucifer: Yes.

*they ended up on the bed, they kissed as they frantically pulled off their clothes down to their underwear, Lucifer rubbed the underwear covered erection against the wet area of Adam’s panties, they pulled off their underwear and Lucifer slid into Adam, Adam had to hold back a moan of pleasure by biting into Lucifer’s shoulder which made Lucifer even more turned on, Adam moved his hips along with Lucifer’s thrusts, after a long and passionate dance on the bed, Adam climaxed and Lucifer cum inside of Adam*

Lucifer: That was amazing, is there a way I could convince you to come around more often.

Adam: Maybe if you let me borrow a grimoire to help me with my new job.

Lucifer: Done, but you must come back to me at least once a month. How about full moon night?

*Lucifer had the grimoire appear in Adam’s hands*

Adam: Sounds perfect to me.

*they both fell asleep, Lucifer holding Adam and Adam holding the grimoire, in the morning Adam had to get dressed and sneak out, but before he could sprout his wings, he fell off the balcony and onto the table which had Lilith having breakfast with her friends.

Adam: Sorry, I fucked your husband….. actually I’m not sorry.

*Adam sprouted his wings and flew off*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[warpedpuppeteer]

Y'all ever cry when you think about how everyone in Eddie's life assumed he'll make a terrible parent without even offering him the help he needed to prove himself except for Buck?? He hears about Eddie's struggles with parenting and doesn't think 'you're a bad dad' he just thinks 'you need a bit of help' and then proceeds to make that happen for Eddie.

Calling Bobby to get permission to have Chris with them because Eddie doesn't get the time to, introducing Carla to go through the shitty red tapes he's been struggling to figure out, driving him to pick-up Chris after the earthquake, throwing a surprise Christmas party so that Eddie can be with Chris, and being the person Chris can turn to when he doesn't feel like talking to Eddie.

I don't think Buck realizes how much Eddie probably values all the things Buck has done for him to allow him to be the parent that he's always been capable of being. Buck downplays the things he does and probably thinks it's not much but for Eddie it's everything. It's everything Eddie didn't get from his partner or his parents. Buck just... does it for him, as easy as breathing.

This is why it was so, so easy for Eddie to choose Buck as the legal guardian for his Will but it was a shock for Buck. Buck doesn't know how integral he's been to Eddie being a good dad. For Eddie, it's easy because be knows Buck is already capable of stepping up. For Buck, it's surprising because doesn't think all the things he does matters.

[forgetful-river]

Aradia August Day 19: Ashen

[blueskittlesart]

do u have any navi thoughts from your oot replay

i've been waiting to answer this until I actually beat the game in my current playthrough because navi is another one of those characters that i think of in like a "set" with several other characters who serve relatively the same thematic purpose; in this case that purpose being the "mother" character, and i wanted to have all the characters in that set fresh in my mind. it's notable that while oot shows us very clear and consistent instances of the ways in which the adults of hyrule fail to protect their children, there ARE several adults who DO go out of their way to both oppose ganondorf and protect and nurture the children under their care. All of these characters are adult women, and all of them explicitly help the children out of some sort of parental responsibility or sense of duty towards them. in this group I include link's late mother, impa, nabooru, and navi.

all 4 mother characters, despite being adults or adult-coded, reject the inaction mentality which characterizes other adults in the game. they become either direct supports or shields to their children from the conflict the world has to offer them, and they are always explicitly punished for their interference--link's mother is killed trying to protect her son, impa's village is burned, nabooru is brainwashed. The mother's fatal flaw is that she will protect her child above all else, even in a world in which children cannot truly be protected. however, with the exception of link's mother, these characters manage to persist even in the face of her punishment, and this is where I think navi becomes the exemplary character.

Navi, after a lifetime of being link's only support system, the only adult in his life he could truly, consistently count on, receives her punishment at the hands of ganondorf--in the final battle, she is pushed out. she is unable to reach her child. she cannot protect him. However, BECAUSE link has grown up with her at his side, he is strong enough to take ganondorf down. and when ganon rises again, navi is there to support link, promising not to leave his side, and the intuitive targeting of that battle (a mechanic which navi is inherently tied to!!) makes it a cinch to win. Navi, and the other mothers we meet, are a reminder to the player that the world doesn't HAVE to be the way it is. Their persistence when punished, their insistence that their children ought to be protected, is a reminder that good adults do exist, and that good adults raise good children. link and zelda are able to win in spite of the adults who refused to help them, but also BECAUSE of the adults who DID. It's a reinforcement of the core theme of oot--that childlike idea that the world SHOULD be good and fair and if it isn't, it should be changed until it is. The mothers of oot are examples of what the world COULD be, reminders that it is possible to grow up without losing hope or growing bitter, and they are examples of the next step for the children they've raised to change the word--to continue fighting even in the face of punishment, to refuse inaction, and to foster that same hope and persistence in the generations to come.

[orcelito]

I got.... my official adhd diagnosis....🥺🥺🥺🥺

Had my appointment where she went thru all the different parts of the testing and what they found by it. All sorts of things that I didn't even Realize what it was testing. And they pointed to combined type adhd!!!!!

There was also an iq test involved, specifically to test working memory in comparison to other categories, bc that's smth that adhd people tend to score low on. And I did too!!!! Compared to my other scores, at least. It was still average overall, but I scored "high average" on verbal comprehension and "superior" on perceptual reasoning and processing speed. WHICH MEANS!!!! Working memory was my low thing!!! Another thing pointing to it!!!!

Also the weird X test I took was the CPT-3 test and apparently it was geared Specifically towards adhd stuff. Which bc of my "atypically fast" reaction speed + "very elevated" commissions rate (which in this context means incorrectly hit space bar, aka I clicked when I wasn't supposed to) it showed a strong indication of impulsivity & some indication of inattentiveness and vigilance. That impulsivity is the big one here tho.

I'm just really excited now. I have a long report talking about all my brain stuffs that says I Do have adhd and that it would benefit me to take stimulants. AND!!!!! That I DONT have depression or anxiety!!!! That's a fuckin big one!!!!!! Bc they've avoided giving me stimulants in the past bc of the "anxiety" except I don't got it!!!! The examiner said exactly what I thought about it, which is that the prior disgnoses of depression and anxiety probably stemmed from effects of the untreated adhd. Aka I had Feels Bad Disorder. Ykno? Except not actually a disorder bc it was just a byproduct.

SO! Hopefully that can help me to get proper meds as soon as possible. Gonna be contacting my doctor to set up an appointment... soon!!!!!

[mamawasatesttube]

uh oh i can feel myself getting bogged down in the perfectionism sauce again... i need to write smth stupid and self indulgent ough

[ssreeder]

Chang: I killed Zhao

Sokka: *sokka.exe Has stopped working*

Heeeehhheheee,

Sorry, not sorry :)

I think these Nick Miller gifs describe Sokka’s current emotional state: