#ENJOY MY RAMBLINGS I'M SORRY

[kelev9]

Was having Dog Thoughts so here I am infodumping about dog breeds I like

Dutch Shepherd:

Literally the perfect dog (at least for me). The intelligence, handler focus, and biddability (is this a word? It is now) are my ideal. Something as simple as playing fetch with a dutchie is on a completely different level. While I'm partial to the FCI dogs, I do see the appeal of the KNPV dutchies, but they're (generally speaking) a little much for me. They're, imo, the perfect dog for me to do sports with, but also the perfect dog to take on a backpacking trip over a long weekend. I can really only say good things about dutchies, and they have a hold on me like no other dog breed has before. Every article I've read or video I've watched talking about the negatives of a Dutch Shepherd, all I've been able to think is "that sounds fine I'm down for that." In fact, what most people would consider downsides in any shepherd dog I've only been able to see them as quirks or upsides, and that goes double for dutchies. When I get a dutchie in the near future (I am manifesting next year as the Year of the Dutchie), sports I want to do include: Mondio Ring, nosework, and dock diving, but honestly a Dutch Shepherd is the perfect dog for me to try out most sports I'm interested in.

German Shepherd (specifically DDR/Czech Working Line):

This is my favorite type of GSD. GSDs are usually less intense than a Dutch Shepherd, and I do see the appeal in that. However, from what I've read, that might not be applicable to DDR GSDs. Apparently, back in the day when there was still an East and West Germany, West German GSDs were always out done by East German (DDR) GSDs. For example, if a West German dog had to do a track with seven articles, a DDR dog would do a ten article track with at least one turn. DDRs also have thicker coats and are overall bigger dogs. The size is a downside for me personally, and I also don't really like how often breeders only seem to title their working line GSDs in IPO/IGP and barely anything else, and that applies to most working line GSD breeders I've looked at in the States. If I got a DDR (which I personally do not plan on doing) I'd probably actually stay away from bite sports unless I found a breeder who was titling at least some of their dogs in Ring Sports, but I would definitely do a TON of nosework with a GSD, and possibly some herding as well.

Canaan Dogs:

This dog is like the proto-shepherd. One of if not the oldest dog breeds in the world, they were feral less than 100 years ago, and that is still reflected in their temperament. They are the only dog breed I've ever heard of as being conditional when it comes to work/relationship with the dog, kind of like a person. They're a little on the small size for me (averaging under 50 lbs), and from what I've read they don't have nearly as much energy as a dutchie or GSD. They're also an extremely rare breed. Herding and nosework would definitely be my sports of choice for a Canaan, since herding is what they've been bred to do since antiquity, and nosework is what they're bred a lot for now. This is also the only dog on here that is not capable of bitework, but they are an incredibly alert dog.

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[momomallowart]

He misses his dad.. 🥺

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[justoceanmyth]

I’ve forgotten if it was mentioned in the manga, but what do you think Momo’s friends reaction would be to Okarun’ real name would be?

Probably incredulous disbelief - like what do you mean, Momo got dumped by the guy she dated because he reminded her physically of her celeb crush, only to find a guy who has more of the qualities she was really looking for all along, and seems like a really chill dude....and he just happens to share the same name as that celeb crush.

I feel like in a more stereotypical story they might get overbearing, like she's moving on too fast, or the revelation would make them think that the "real" reason she likes Okarun is because of his name. But that's not really Dandadan, so I mostly just see them getting a kick out of the joy and whimsy. Oh and also absolutely dragging Momo for it, because that's what friends are for.

[didyoulookforme]

sight of you

part of give me a moment (aka stylist au)

because you’re his stylist, you of course have to help him get ready before shows. and this is one of those days. happens a few weeks after need you tonight.

warning: 18+, smut. he’s still a jerk. grammatical errors and typos likely.

au masterlist here

—

turns out you did end up seeing matty that night after you went down on him, part of you hoping that more would happen but nothing actually did. you guess you’d expected him to want to fuck—you’d obviously say ‘yes’— so you were taken by surprise when you just spent hours talking instead.

“are you enjoying yourself on tour?” yes.

“was this job what you expected it to be?” for the most part, yes.

“do you like this shirt i got?” to be honest, not really. doesn’t fit you properly but there’s another one that i think might look better. just ask me next time.

“last night was nice, y’know… ” really? 

“i, um, do want to see you. but i don’t want to hurt you.” you won’t.

but you knew all too well that was a blatant lie.

yes, you started to spend more time together. yes, you two would kiss for hours on end on some nights. yes, you swallowed his cum whenever you could. yes, you started having sex when your hands and mouths weren’t enough anymore. and yes, it did fucking hurt to see him come back from sleeping with someone else.

there were plenty of nights when you’d patiently wait on that same spot against the tour bus or even seated at the end of your hotel bed (when you had one) just in case matty showed up as he'd said he would. honestly, you preferred for him to not arrive at all than having to see him make his way with another girl. if that happened, he would just walk past, not giving you an ounce of attention. it was usually the women who would wave “hello” or compliment your dress instead, probably a garment you choose because he had previously loved it on you.

you knew the consequences when you decided to start having this thing—whatever you want to call it—with him. you understood he probably wouldn’t stop sleeping with others, but at least you were now one of them, too. 

“no strings attached, right?” yes, that's okay…

—

“matty, what exactly are you doing over there?”

you’d been focused on steaming his blazer, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle that when you caught sight of him in the mirror, you had to do a double take. he’s sitting at the vanity, shirtless, staring at his reflection as he seemingly applies paint on his stomach. guess he’s lost inside his mind as he doesn’t bother to answer, so you walk over to get a closer look.

“love me, huh? is that your favourite song now?” it’s definitely one of yours. “or are you really that desperate?”

he finally stands up to admire his work, capping your now ruined eyeshadow and tossing it into your makeup bag. “can’t hurt, darling.” in another reality, you’d be smacking that smug grin off his face, but in this world, he loves it when you try. go figure.

the letters stand out starkly on his pale skin, some of the loose powder already smudging at the edges. they’re messy, fading in places, and curiously it suits him—bold but never too precise. feels almost careless, like everything else he does.

love me.

such a him thing to do. put his need for attention out in the open even though he never has to worry about having a lack of it. not like dozens of girls don’t write that same line on cardboard signs they hold up night after night.

it’s a familiar dance between you two—him always needing to be the sole focus, you pretending it annoys you when really, it’s half the reason you’re so down for him. honestly, though, all you can do is laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn back to finish getting his garments ready.

but just as you start to walk away, you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you back to him.

“matty, if you mess up my shirt, i fucking swear...” you protest half-heartedly, trying to break free from his hold. however, you don’t really mean it. there’s something undeniably comforting about the way his chest feels pressed against your back, his breath warm against your neck, curls brushing against your cheek. weirdly feels like home, but you’re terrified to admit it.

“just take it off, then.” his voice is just above a whisper, a combination of amusement and lust that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your heart. “plus,” he turns you around, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s fast, messy, just the way he seems to like it. “‘m pretty sure it is mine, anyway.”

there’s never been anyone who could take over every single cell in your body the way he does, and you can’t find it in yourself to deny him. his hands work at the buttons of your now stained shirt while his tongue invades your mouth, making you dizzy with need. he pulls away only long enough to shove the fabric off your shoulders, leaving you in a wine-colored bra—the same shade as your newly manicured nails. never a coincidence and he knows it.

the warmth of his gaze lingers on your chest, taking in every inch of your skin before his fingertips ghost over the mesh fabric, circling your nipples until they harden under his touch. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips before he leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth to roughly suck on it, leaving a damp mark behind when he has to kiss you again.

it doesn’t take long before you're straddling his thigh on the couch, your body already moving on its own, want overtaking reason at that second. “we don’t have time,” the words come out breathless as you grind on him, the friction delicious against your clit. matty's hands tighten on your hips, guiding your movements to become faster. “don’t really care. not like they can start without me anyway,” his lips brushing yours before pulling you into another kiss that only makes you want him more.

your body feels like it’s already burning from the inside out, every nerve on edge, your heart pounding as you nod in silent agreement, words no longer able to form. his fingers move with ease, undoing the clasp of your bra and finally freeing your breasts. the second his mouth is on your flesh once more, teasing and bitting, it’s like you’re completely under a messed up spell.

you can’t help the way you squirm, your hips rocking forward without a thought anymore, making a mess of the dark material you’d so carefully picked out for him that same afternoon. but you don’t even care. not right now, anyway. you just want focus on how good it feels, how his mouth on yours pulls these desperate little sounds from his throat, and how his hands somehow keep you grounded in reality, even though your body feels like it might fall apart at any minute.

leaning back, you arch just enough to give him a full view as you ride his thigh, your wetness now definitely soaking into his pants, the evidence of just how much you want him impossible to hide. his teeth pull at his bottom lip when he notices, and his fingers find your nipples again, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. it’s too much, but you don’t want him to stop, not when your whole body is trembling, not when you can feel the pleasure building, relentless. and when you come, shaking and grinding hard against him, the rest of the world finally dissolves around you.

"jesus, fuck, you’re perfect," his voice low and rough. "need to be inside you. now." you don’t hesitate, your fingers rapidly moving to unbutton his pants. matty tears open a condom with his teeth, sliding it on while never breaking eye contact, the intensity now almost unbearable. as you sink down onto him, the stretch and pressure is heavenly. every inch of him hits just right, and it leaves you too dazed to think about anything else, just the way he fills you completely.

his hands grip your hips, guiding you, urging you to ride him faster. the leather couch beneath you creaks with every movement, but it's a distant sound compared to your high pitched moans and his countless praises. you can’t ignore how he watches you, his head tilted back but his stare locked on your chest, following every bounce of your breasts like he’s memorizing the way your body moves. his hands slide up your ass, fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to leave a mark, and part of you likes that. knowing you’ll have a reminder tomorrow, a physical trace of this moment when he was completely lost in you and only you.

it feels like you're about to give out, your legs aching, but it doesn’t matter. every time he pulls you down harder, it sends a surge of pleasure through you, and the way his gaze now shifts from your breasts to your face—it’s like he’s seeing right through you, and it makes your pulse race even faster.

and just as you're getting near your release, teetering on that delightful edge, the door swings open. your heart nearly drops to your gut as george steps halfway into the greenroom. “hey, matty, i—" he freezes mid-sentence, eyes widening as they lock onto the sight in front of him. matty's arms wrap around you, pulling you close to shield your nakedness. you knew it was too late, though. 

“what in the actual fuck.” george’s voice is caught somewhere between shock and a laugh he can’t quite hold back. “holy shit, i knew it. i always knew something was up with you two.”

matty’s grip on you tightens. "get the fuck out, you idiot!” his almond coloured eyes are glued to yours, almost as if to make sure you’re okay, but you know he's annoyed.

“chill, i’m going. not like i wanna watch you go at it anyway.” george takes a step back but pauses just before leaving. “by the way, you’ve got, like, five minutes ‘til we’re onstage, so hurry the fuck up, yeah?” he's clearly amused as he slips out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

you’re breathless, cheeks burning with a mix of disbelief and fear, trying to act like george didn’t just walk in on you mid-fuck with his best friend. “well… that was…” you mutter, the awkwardness settling in alongside the fact that matty is still inside you.

"embarrassing?" a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he starts to move his hips again, his annoyance rapidly melting away. "hmm, maybe. but not gonna lie, it was also kinda hot." his pace quickens shortly after, pulling a sharp gasp from you. “sorry that happened, love," he adds, voice dripping with anything but apology.

“you—you’re not.” you nuzzle into his neck as it all starts to feel good once more.

“not even a little,” his hands grip your ass to pull you closer. “do feel kinda bad that he saw your tits, though.” he punctuates his words by biting gently on your ear, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through your limbs.

you pull back to watch him, a teasing smile on your face. “maybe he liked what he saw and will finally sleep with me.” the suggestion hangs in the air, you trying to push him just a little.

“don’t think so, babe. these,” he squeezes both of your breasts before leaning forward to place open-mouthed kisses on them, “are all mine.” 

sure.

“please, like you don’t touch a different pair every night.” your grin immediately grows, but disappears just as quickly as he starts thrusting into you harder, faster.

you feel a pang of pain as he bites your nipple before looking up, putting on his best display of pleading puppy eyes that he can muster up.

“but i always come back to you, don’t i?”

you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much that matters to you, even if it's just an empty promise in the end. so you just urge him to fuck you harder until you are coming around him for the second time, almost—almost—forgetting about the fact that he won't always come back, even if he says so.

you barely take any time to steady yourself before you drop to your knees in front of him. your hands work quickly, removing the condom, before taking him in your hand, stroking slowly at first and grinning at the way his body responds to your touch. his eyelids flutter closed, his head tipping back as a deep groan escapes his lips, and you can feel the tension beneath his skin as he edges closer. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s laid out in front of you, on the verge of falling apart. you never grow tired of watching him come, that moment when he completely lets go.

your eyes meet his, everything else in the room falling impossibly still. his breath rises and falls on his chest, lips parted slightly, waiting, watching, always wanting. that’s the thing about matty—he’s always hungry for more, always craving something or someone, but never just for you. 

with a few more deliberate strokes, his body tenses, and you feel his release building. warm cum spills across his chest and stomach, painting his skin in long, messy streaks. you’re transfixed by the way it glistens, dripping down and covering the hairs on his navel. again, there’s always something so satisfying about seeing him like this, bare and undone beneath you.

more often than not you lick him clean because you want to taste every single bit of him. but today, you gather some of the cum with your fingertip, using it to trace over the words he wrote. love me. you touch each line and curve, smearing his release over the black pigment, the sticky mixture marking him. there’s a strange satisfaction in it, as if you’re claiming him in some small, invisible way.

matty’s eyes flicker open, watching you through heavy lids as your hand trembles. his chest moves rapidly, still catching his breath, but there’s something in his gaze—surprise, maybe even vulnerability—as you trace the words on his stomach for a second, third time. you don’t rush, letting your finger move slowly. the letters blend together in a mess of black powder and white, but the meaning is still there. love me.

you want to say it—i love you—but you can’t. not when he’s the way he is, not when you know he’ll be with someone else tomorrow, probably touching her the same way, kissing her the same way. it feels like handing him your heart just so he can continue to step on it.

yet his eyes are still on you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. his thumb brushes your lip, and you almost break, almost let the words slip past. but instead, you press your forehead to his chest, trying to hide from the weight of it all, looking down at the mess you made—the mess that you’re a part of now.

[horsemeatluvr23]

the juppet !! i just realised he is jerma posing i swear that was unintentional...... i spent so long digging thru muppet concept art and looking at old puppet designs just to end up doing a rly simple drawing but. i love joehills!! i have only been watching them for like 4 years but their videos r so special to me :3

[emin-folly]

Imagine that there's this person whose whole thing is being without fear and the fandom decides he's afraid of a dude in a fursuit.

Fandom Logic (tm)

I think it comes down to primarily two reasons, one being because people think it's funny

They think it's funny that this character without fear can suddenly be afraid of this human Bat guy. If it was just a few people in the fandom doing this, it wouldn't be nearly as bad; people are after all allowed to do whatever they want, even if we don't like it. The problem lies in where the actual comic writers start adapting this as canon as it's a huge disservice to Hal's character

The second reason is just basically these people legitimately think Hal should be afraid of Bruce because he's ~The Batman~ (which, again, you're allowed to think that, just know that's not really in character for Hal....like at all)

The whole deal with Bruce is that, both in universe and in real life, he's designed to terrify low level criminals: thugs, crooks, any unsavory person who wanders the Gotham alleyways. That's the environment Bruce works the best in. Where he can easily slip into the shadows, where he can become the night and make himself out to be a monster he wants to be. The only people who should be afraid of Batman are the ordinary hoods and criminals that infest cities

But when you suddenly stick him in a brightly lit room like the Hall of Justice next to all these colorful superheroes, that's where his effectiveness pretty much stops. All his tactics and methods to scare people don't really work here. Suddenly, he's just some guy in a bat getup with a scowly mask on. And these are seasoned superheroes, they don't scare easily, especially the ones with powers like speedsters or Kryptonians. Bruce is out of his element. Everything he does to try to act scary should look comical and silly at best

And as for Hal, I think we can all agree that Hal has definitely seen some shit. He goes off into deep space, for months up to a year or so. Who knows what kind of unimaginable horrors he's had to deal with?? Going a bit into headcanon area, but I think that if Hal wasn't desensitized before, he definitely is now. He's not afraid of space Cthulhu and he is not gonna be afraid of a bat furry who furrows his eyebrows really hard. Hal isn't scared of anything--physical, that is. And I feel like Hal is definitely the kind of person who sees straight through Bruce's BS posturing, Bruce's whole act just doesn't work on Hal.

Unfortunately, just like a tornado, any character who comes close to a Bat gets dealt major damage and we're still picking up the pieces and trying to set things straight again OTL

[leslieseveride]

they really weren't kidding about the rom-com vibes in this season.

[mysticalcats]

fellas. my friends said they ACTUALLY want to watch cats 2019 with me and i was SHOCKED because like. who would. want to do that. i am delighted. HOWEVER it will take everything in me to not pause it and clarify every five minutes about my opinions on the movie

[glacier-shrimp]

Done with our favorite Spider-Boy! Spiderling? Spider... What was his name again?

Avengers paper cutout 6/?

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

TO be honest. I don’t understand what it means when people say Merlin was Arthur’s bane. Mayhaps I misunderstand but. Arthur was a bit of an assassination magnet (not to mention all those magical creatures and bandits... so many bandits), and Merlin actively prevented Arthur's death for years, which would have occured without him anway in the very first episode. I can see why one might argue that Merlin was just delaying the inevitable, or that he didn't succeed in keeping Arthur safe until Arthur could enact the golden age, but certainly I don’t see how he could have been Arthur’s bane.

Also, it’s implied in the last episode that the golden age does occur, but under Guinevere. Which makes sense as she knew Merlin was the sorcerer and that she was pleased about it (and I recall it was confirmed in interviews), so I also don’t follow the twin train of thought that Merlin was his own bane or even Camelot’s. Camelot was already bane-d(?) under Uther. But partly because of Merlin's steady friendship, Arthur matured into a king who was kinder than his father. He also actively sought magic's aid on multiple occasions, so he knew magic had potential for good (like healing his queen) without Merlin needing to tell him about his magic.

I don't think it's fair to say Camelot's laws on magic remaining relatively static was because no one close to Arthur came out as having magic. There was still much risk in that, and for Merlin a lot at stake, not just his life. A law change was still possible (and almost seemed to be set up that way) without Arthur needing someone he was personally close to having to do the work to humanize it for him (in the sense that the episodes with the druids, the druid boy with Elyan, and the dolma seemed like they were pointing to a law change because Arthur sees the diversity of magic and those who have it).

At worst Merlin’s efforts didn’t change the status quo, but we do have things indicating that they did. And Merlin was not single-mindedly serving Arthur at the expense of everyone else. He saved Camelot as a whole multiple times. He was also very willing to stick out his neck for many others even during the height of his anxiety and agitation in season 5. (Also only being slightly silly when I say this, but he was also THE wingman for Arthur when he was getting with Gwen, so in a way Merlin’s help led to their courting being a success and thus contributed to her being in a great position to change the laws. so personally I give points to Merlin for that). Most of the decisions centering Arthur's safety seemed to stem from the fear that Albion would crumble before it began if Arthur were to die, so he tried his best to prevent that from happening in any way he knew. (Like, when Arthur is dying, Merlin asks "So I failed?" regarding the whole golden age thing, which I think is telling that the prophesy and his role in it was still VERY much at the forefront of Merlin's mind).

And this is a digression but I know people think Merlin should have done more for Camelot, or for folks with magic (like, as a revolutionary or something akin), which I understand but no one reached out to network with him really? It'd require resources, people (always confused why there weren't a whole bunch more folks offering Merlin material/intellectual/emotional support if they thought he should be the one to bring about the golden age. all he was told was that the forseen way it actually happens succesfully is through Arthur), time (I doubt it’d have been much of a ‘quicker’ way necessarily), and incredible planning + foresight if it's meant to be something that works out effectively + long-term. Okay I think I've digressed enough now. This is a whole seperate thought that I don't think I'm gonna do any justice here lol, and I'm already rambling, so I'll stop now :,)

But anyway, in terms of being his own or Arthur’s bane, we know Arthur will return, and we don’t know how Merlin spent his years. His magic can play with time and maybe he learns how to control that, or he could have entered a stasis like in various legends, etc etc etc. And I mean it is tragic on many levels, and it’s sad we didn’t see Arthur’s arc completed, and that Merlin sacrificed so much for a goal that didn't get much acknowledgment by the show at the end, but still. I don’t think Merlin was Arthur’s bane, or Camelot’s, or his own.

[fernlessbastard]

You guys aren't ready for the conversation of how Quackity sincerely loves bottoming

I'm not at all saying he wants to always bottom, I'd say he still prefers topping most of the time, but whenever he's down to get something up his ass, he's DOWN to get something up his ass, if you know what I mean

(the switching applies to position only, tho. I sincerely can't see him genuinely enjoying subbing, and neither can I see Wilbur actually domming unless they're both being influenced by years of internalised homophobia and patriarchy and all that bullshit, but even then it's just cringe and they're just both pretending it's not cause it's easier that way (and the sex itself isn't like, actively bad, not to mention that it provides some degree of an emotional connection which they both desperately crave), plus it's still basically vanilla just with a little bit of dirty talk - that's how i see them in Pogtopia (with Q bottoming - if you want another huge post on their Pogtopia dynamic let me know cause I have so many thoughts on it and how their traumas affected them and their relationship and how complicated it all was))

That being said, man's 10000% intensely fucking traumatised

(tw personal hc and following the logical path from canon implications idfk)(also exaggeration) like, if he were ACTIVELY evil and had ZERO (even personal) moral code, then the amount of anger he feels towards Schlatt for taking away the enjoyment of it is probably enough to ignore all ethics and torture Dream so utterly unimaginably he ends up violating entirety of the Geneva convention, and then having 50 new ones written specifically to condemn his actions, just to break every single one of those as well on the way, just so that Dream gives him the revival book so that he can re-kill Schlatt with his own hands

Also he absolutely re-traumatised himself with Karl and Sapnap cause he was for sure like "I shouldn't be having an intense panic attack right now, I'm going to push all my energy into pretending that everything's ok and that I don't want to cry and scream and rip my skin off. I'm just being silly and dramatic anyway ha ha" which just resulted in them unknowingly hurting him all over again. I take no criticism. Q's got MASSIVE communication issues when it comes to validating his feelings and Karl and Sapnap are "everything's fine"-ing way too much on the daily. And whole Quackity should work on his issues, it IS a partner's job to at least try to check up on the other(s) (and vice versa), and Karl and Sapnap clearly always preferred to ignore any hints that something might be wrong as a general life rule. The relationship was immaturely focused on "fun and good vibes" from the very start, so any bad topic obviously felt out of place. It started off with lack of communication and it died cause of it too.

That's also actually why I will always firmly stand by the fact that Wilbur (during las Nevadas era) is the only person with whom he could ever heal, btw (yes, including Charlie as a hypothetical romantic interest). Cause Schlatt's abusive, Karl and Sapnap "deserve better" in his eyes (so he pretends to be fine until shit hits the fan and everything falls apart)(that also applies to his hypothetical relationship with Charlie). But with Wilbur there's enough distance to feel safe and call out his bullshit without retaliation in form of abuse, and on the other hand he doesn't care to pretend to be perfect - hell, he probably purposefully shoves his issues onto the guy cause he's like "you think you're so strong and stubborn you can handle me??? You think???? Think again." (Wilbur does the same btw). They're purposefully trying to push each other away, destroy the "relationship", show each other just how fucked up they are. They're psycho-competitive. Even being the first one to be "too much" and get abandoned turns into a competition.

But it backfires. They bond. They're real with each other. They're stubborn, they're determined enough to stay just long enough to see each other's walls crack. And once they do, the feelings are quick to spill. They're each other's only people to be GENUINELY themselves with - no masks, no manipulation, no bullshit. Just themselves. And that's the first, CRUCIAL step to developing a healthy relationship (or at least healthier than all their other relationships).

So with Wilbur he probably only tries to bottom either once he ACTUALLY begins to feel like he could maybe try to reclaim it, or even if he tries it in a self-destructive way, (considering their history+patriarchy and shit) Wilbur'd know and care enough to realise Q's just trying to hurt himself. And as shitty as Wilbur can be sometimes, he's not a bad person - he'd stop Q if things'd go too far, or give him (at least a temporary) safe space to safely go through a breakdown without hurting himself like that. He wouldn't take advantage of such a low moment, and he would know enough to recognise it's a low moment in the first place.

Anyway once they figure all that out and Quackity's genuinely comfortable with it again, it's for sure not uncommon for him to enjoy some nice aggressive pounding, all the while having one hand in Wilbur's hair, pulling it to hold him close, and the other hand on Wilbur's neck, lightly choking him as they're intensely making out

All that to say Q's a massive sadist but he's also a huge massochist and he'll absolutely have Wilbur on a nice leash and call him a pathetic, desperate, horny dog or something like that as the man's (purposefully) sloppily thrusting in and out of him, causing the most "carnage" he can (Wilbur will be double fisting Quackity and Quackity will be just looking at him unfazed like "your hands are small" (they're not)/hj)

Oh btw to clarify [TW ok more direct talk of SA so please be careful and take care of yourselves]- yes, I'm absolutely saying Q got repeatedly SA'd by Schlatt throughout their relationship. The guy was canonically generally verbally and physically abusive, AND basically the whole point of his character is that he's like, the epitome of everything wrong with society. Add to that the sexual comments which were constantly used to demean, insult, and objectify Q, as well as Quackity's intense, palpitable discomfort which noticeably grows each time the topic comes up when they meet after Schlatt's death during Las Nevdas era, it's a pretty safe bet to assume Schlatt didn't stop at "just" verbal and physical violence. Sexual violence is almost a guarantee when you consider all that context - it's hardly even "reading between the lines". And you can't tell me that in our society that views being penetrated during sex as something negative, especially for men, while viewing penetrating someone as an act of "conquering" and "winning" and all that a character who's supposed to embody as many of this world's faults as possible wouldn't shove his dick where it's not wanted, even just purely to prove he can despite lack of consent.

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

// okay but actually knowing that the ending isn't totally tragic makes it way less scary to get involved. Certain "bad ends" can be terrible for people with past experience, so knowing that eventually it will get better is relieving to say the least.

yeah i do actually have phase 2's ending planned out and i'll say that it's a lot more positive and hopeful . i mean it's not a happily ever after or something but we'll see some character development

i guess i'm throwing out all of these reassurances because - i think it's apparent already but phase 2 will have considerably darker topics ( trauma , identity crises and whatever 00 has going on to be specific ) , and i fully believe that the message i'm going for will be shattered if it ends badly . she'll be alright /genuine .

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[lulu-the-bugaboo]

Having Ace as a fav is weird because the takes I see on him are either the type I've always wanted on my favs, digging into his character despite the low screentime and sharing fascinating views or the most brain dead, disappointing, shallow takes known to man

There is no in-between