#BUT GOD ITS HARD NOT TO!

[bunnrio]

ughhhh

there's a guy i used to be on an esports team with and a couple of years ago i introduced an irl to him since he seemed to like the game too

AND GOD I REGRET ITTT

not only did he become more popular than me, not only is the group split up cus he had a tantrum on someone, now like half of them are hanging out with him in his little exclusionary circle.

and yknow i'd be fine with joining them but he makes me so uncomfortable!!! his "jokes" are just making people uncomfortable, sexism, or racism!!! like that's not funny that's fucking idiocy!!!

plus they've still excluded me from their "main group" despite the fact i'm the one who knew them all individually the longest!!! i met him first and introduced him to everyone! i met S first and was in their main friendgroup before anyone else! i knew M since ELEMENTARY!

why THE FUCK am i being pushed aside in favour of a racist sexist whiny little shit who they all barely know?! why is that thing more loved than me by everyone, even though i've been there for them all way longer?! why the hell is only one of my friends acting like they like me, and why are they only doing it after everything went to shit?! after they ignored me for so long?!

i've never meant anything to anyone i've ever met! they all ignore me, they all exclude me, they all never reach out, they all forget about me. they all happily replace me over and over and treat me as an after-thought. i bet they're happy i moved away. it's not like they want me around when i visit the island anyways. fuck, one of them was visiting my city before and literally FORGOT I LIVED HERE.

i just want someone to actually like me! to actually treat me as a friend! to think about me! to care about me! to not treat me as an extra! FFS!

[hinamie]

10 years later

[stil-lindigo]

hobie motherfuckin' brown!!!!!!

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[retellingthehobbit]

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

[galaghiel]

i just had to draw this dialogue. the voices compelled me

[mafuyuakgae]

even if I came to love humanity in the end, there’s no proof I was ever here, right?

[umblrspectrum]

the Solver of the Absolute Fabric, the Void, the Exponential End acting like an entitled toddler is the funniest thing

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[bigfatbreak]

1) in the viceroy au, gabriel's wish transferred all damage from the Peacock Miraculous onto Sabine and killed her. but now that she is gone, what happens when you use the Peacock? does the damage just transfer to another random person?

2) How much of a beatdown is Emilie going to get?

[bedforddanes75]

im not american but some of you guys are just fucking stupid ong what do you MEAN youre not gna vote because you disagree with like one part of what youre voting for. like okay me when im fucking thick

[cxtxphile]

loser malewife absolutely obsessed with their female partner gotta be one of my favorite genders

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[lyss-butterscotch]

This game makes me ill. I've never had so much fun being oh so humbled by a video game.

Anyways PLAY NINE SOLS

[michaun]

Interviewer: She [Agatha] has so many different defense mechanisms that she uses. And I think because of that a lot of people don’t really look closer to the heart of her in a lot of situations, but with Rio it’s very different. She knows what Agatha’s thinking and what she’s feeling. And so, for you, how did you want Agatha to respond to those moments where Rio really sees things that nobody else does? Because it both connects her to her and it also scares her cause she’s not used to it.

Kathryn Hann: Yeah, and also I see things in her that she’s trying to conceal. Yeah, there was- we knew that there was a very long complicated history there just filled with love and respect and hate. I think, for Agatha, the reason that they’ve stayed in contact like this has been because she’s been the most formidable sparring partner. ‘Cause everyone else I feel like Agatha would just be able to take down, but like there’s something about Rio’s energy that feels- that just feels as equal. So I think that was kind of like a turn on for her for sure is to be able to have someone to spar with and be shocked by, and be- you know, her moves and her motives would constantly be- It was like always trying to read what was- And I think for sure to have somebody who knows Agatha on that deep of a level is um… terrifying because I think intimacy is terrifying, but also just feels safe. And like, I think because their history is so complicated, it’s like she doesn’t want to… love or care about this person but can’t help it. (source)

[mspaint-flower]

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