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[ferberus-skull]

you WILL look at litebrite btw

[s0fter-sin]

the thing about niksoap that draws me in so much is nik is such a different personality to ghost, price and gaz. he’s effortlessly dominant but he’s also soft in a way that they aren’t; not soft as in gentle, soft as in allowing

nik is slow, inevitable; he’s like an iceberg, enduring everything in his wake and just waiting for it to submit. bc he knows it always will. there is no stopping him, not bc he’s strict or rough but bc he will outlast you

soap is energetic, impatient for his pleasure; he will brat and push and spit until his partner breaks and he gets his way. until he proves that he’s too much for them (too much for anyone, a lost cause, but if he makes them quit him at least he’ll save himself the pain. right?) it’s what makes him such a difficult sub; doms don’t want to fight to earn their place when it’s supposed to be theirs by right

but nik? he just takes it; everything soap does and says rolls straight off his back. he doesn’t even punish him, doesn’t spank him or put him in chastity or end their scene altogether like other doms have; just gives him that smile that somehow triggers every one of soap’s danger senses. nik is a sponge, taking everything soap throws at him until he’s bare; no more fronting, no more deflection. finally ready to submit

bc nik? nik has endurance. he has never ending patience bc he knows once he truly gets started, soap won’t be able to complain about not getting his. he lasts longer than any toy battery, any motor in any machine; he fucks soap right through his insults, through the biting and scratching, keeping the same even and deep pace

he fucks him through his first orgasm, his second, until he’s babbling through his third; desperately trying to lift his wet and aching cock away from the sodden sheets, the overstimulation too much, but nik’s weight pins him down, forcing him to take it without ever raising a hand

and nik doesn’t speed up, doesn’t break stride no matter how much soap squeezes and throbs around him until he’s open mouthed drooling into the sheets, eyes rolled back into his skull, cock spent between his legs; any thought of snarky insults long gone from his mind

nik’s orgasm hits with the weight of a train; always has, rolling over him long and hard as he grinds deep inside soap’s gaping hole with a low grunt and a satisfied sigh. he kisses behind soap’s ear, softening inside him and tips them over to rest on their sides; one hand cupped around soap’s throat, thumb brushing over his still-racing pulse as he holds him, waiting for him to complete the slow crawl up from the depths of pleasure

[horsechestnut]

Anyway, if you're a fan of Bruce and Steph having a father/daughter relationship you should probably go read about Oliver and Mia.

[the---hermit]

i am sadly one of those people who are super insicure of themselves after any social interaction, I go over and over again in my head and feel irrationally bad bc my brain tells me I was awkward, and probably came off as weird and so on. But you know what brain? I had the social interaction. I did it. I spoke out loud to people and had a conversation instead of freezing and feeling unable to talk. So fuck it if I came off as weird and awkward, I am weird and awkward and it's okay, because I did something that just a few years ago would have been even more of a struggle, and even earlier than that it would have been close to impossible.

[clockworkreapers]

Then why should you not become like me? I know you envy it. I can't, my consciousness isn't in an envelope, I'm not code written by some programmer. But if you had the chance to choose... would you stay in this eden?

[magpie-rogue]

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[emberphoenix-san]

Listen. Listen okay. Ty Betteridge is aromantic as fuck. That man is a lot of things and interested in romance is Not One Of Them. However. However. Ty Betteridge is also hopelessly in love, absolutely enamoured with the Mikes Walters, absolutely fascinated with him, in a way that is in no way shape or form good for Mikes everywhere

[karmanaivon13]

Just woke up from a nap(every part of his body hurts and he regrets it)

[bitter-goodbyes]

Martin’s domain….

[ghouldtime]

The entirety of the MW3 campaign is honestly such bullshit and the more I think about it the more pissed off I get.

Refusing to believe that Price would've let Makarov live for even a second. Captain John Price, who has had the goal of killing Makarov for YEARS and hunting him down just... lets him live???????

The only reason I would accept him not letting Soap kill Makarov is because he wanted to do it himself For starters... they just... trust that Makarov will stay in the prison??? He's like "ah this always works out, no one has ever escaped from prison ever :)". Okay, yeah, right, sure. That's NEVER backfired at all what so ever, and y'know, obviously no one would eveeeeeer come to free him and the group that he heads definitely wouldn't swarm to get him back.

I don't give a shit if he got orders to stand down and to not do it - I'm refusing to believe John Price, after everything he's sacrificed and done, would accept that for one single second. Why on EARTH would he let Makarov live when he KNOWS that in no way, shape, or form would that ever be a good idea. I don't think there's a single order that would get him to not kill Makarov - not my Price

"Oh oh but Makarov can provide intel!" SINCE WHEN. Since when would he actually cooperate. Since when would he do anything other than gain information for himself, play mind games, and then INEVITABLY escape. HE KNOWS THAT. Everyone knows that. It's just COMMON SENSE

Makarov is nearly just telling them everything, legit point blank. TO THEIR FACES what he's going to do. And they're just like :) HE CANNOT BE MORE OBVIOUS PLEEEEEASE

There's just. So much utter bullshittery in every corner of the campaign I really wonder if the people behind it knew anything about narrative story telling or the characters they're writing for. I can slap a wombat on a keyboard and whatever it wrote would probably make more sense than the slop we were given. I can dump a can of alphabet soup in a bowl and it would make more sense

(And yes, I'm aware of the original plans of it likely not being a full game on its own but that doesn't excuse the writing or what we got. I'm AWARE of the background)

Honestly am expecting "It's Makaroving time" and he Makarovs everywhere to be the next step we're getting

[s0fter-sin]

saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail and now i’m obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another and when he sees the beached shark mer with a human device strapped to his tail, it's all but confirmed for him

the pens they’re in are poorly designed; they’re huge, deep with glass walls but completely open to each other and it takes nothing to pull himself over the edge into the the other mer's cage. he swims over to the platform he’s trapped on and hushes what he thinks is panicked warnings and fearful pleading. he covers his mouth and begs him to stay quiet; ghost is bigger and as an injured mer, he has every right to fear he'd take his territory if not eat him outright but he can’t escape and leave this mer behind to endure his fate

he promises he won't hurt him, promises he'll find a way to free them both from this human prison

the mer quiets, eyes narrowing in such human confusion that it makes him ache; this mer has been here too long, to have adopted their mannerisms and abandoned any hope of freedom

ghost quickly checks their surroundings, ensuring none of their jailers heard the mer's noises. no one disturbs them and he pulls the mer off the platform into the water, diving under his tail to get a better look at the trap. the mer tries to pull away, tries to get him to stop; it must hurt something awful if even freedom isn't enough of a temptation to try removing it

ghost winds his own tail around him, immobilising the mer and uses his teeth to tear through the trap and his heart breaks to see how his poor tail has been mangled; more than half of it gone, deep scarring left in its wake

he releases the mer and jets back to the surface; he’s wasted too much time, they need to hurry before the humans return. but when he looks to coax the mer through an escape, he sees him sinking to the floor like a stone, writhing and moving his arms in an attempt to swim but nothing stops his fall

ghost ducks back down and takes the mer in his arms-

only to rear back when he claws him away, baring his fangs in a threat display even as he sinks back to the floor, unmoving

ghost circles him, confused why he won't let him help when he sees him start to suffocate. he's a shark mer; if he doesn't swim, he can't breathe

and with only half a tail, he can't swim at all

ghost tries again but the mer won’t let him close so he waits for his eyes to begin to flutter and charges in, grabbing the mer out of reach of his claws and fangs and drags him through the water; forcing precious oxygen into his gills

he swims in circles until the mer comes to, sluggishly clawing at his arms but he refuses to let go. he won't leave this mer behind, even if he has to carry him through the ocean for the rest of their lives

but they took too long

a human enters and sees ghost holding the injured mer and hits something that makes the walls screech, red flashing from the ceiling, and even more human come charging in. ghost clutches the injured mer to his chest and hisses, saliva flying from his bared fangs

he won't let them hurt him any more

he spins, trying to keep them all in his sight- when the shark mer's fin slaps him in the face. his arms slacken around him and he throws himself at one of the walls of the cage, gripping it to hold himself up

ghost stares at him, betrayed and enraged; they've broken this poor mer until he doesn't even know who his true allies are anymore

his tail thumps against the wall, instinctively trying to swim and support his weight and one of the humans drops to one knee. he throws an arm out, barking something and another human takes off running

he turns back to the injured mer, grabbing hold of his arm and ghost hisses again, rushing them both when the mer snarls at him to stop and he freezes. he watches the mer hold his arms up and the human clasps his forearms and stands, walking him along the border of his cage back to the platform he'd been beached on

but he chirps as the human tugs him up on it, curling up with the end of his tail just barely dipping in the water

like he's happy

the wailing and flashing lights abruptly stop and ghost fights the urge to shake the echoing ring from his ears. the other human returns and he doesn't fight the hiss when he sees another trap in his arms; the same one the mer had around his tail

ghost's hiss cuts off when he gets a face full of water and he splutters, looking back incredulously at the shark mer who'd just splashed him

he laughs at whatever look is on his face and rolls his eyes in another painfully human gesture. he reaches for the trap, fingers flexing like he's trying to pull it right out of the air and the human shakes his head as he hands it over

the mer lifts his tail onto the platform and ghost can't believe his eyes when he fits the trap onto himself; tightening every strap until the muscles of his tail bulge under the pressure. the mer slumps like he's relieved and shoots him a look; daring and almost playful and winks as he throws himself into the water

ghost lunges for him, waiting for him to sink again-

but he's not sinking

he's swimming

he twirls and spins around him like an overgrown dolphin, flaunting his strength and agility and the humans around them laugh and shake their heads at the display like they’re used to it and ghost realises it isn't a trap on his tail

it is his tail

the humans gave him a new tail

the mer flicks to a stop in front of him, now easily supporting his weight and gives him a full-fanged grin

"you're a little tangled up inside, huh, big boy?"

[t4tozier]

consider: porter meets jace's family. would it be a mess or would porter flex the "paladin IS a charisma caster" so much that jace is like WHO are you

ohhh my god. those three levels of paladin are really pulling the weight here. okay okay this is my first time posting about jace's family in like. a relatively canon au so now i have to decide things.

ik i'm in the minority here but i feel like he actually has a pretty normal family? (normal being subjective of course) but i think he has a high elven mother, human or maybe half-elf father. i was pretty dead set on divine soul jace for a minute at the beginning but now i'm partial to wild magic sorcerer so i think he maybe got that from one of his parents and the other is a ranger. maybe elven ranger mom and wild magic sorcerer dad.

he's definitely an only child to me, so his parents were pretty doting, and it's a huge deal whenever he starts seeing anyone because they want to make sure the person is treating their baby right. when jace is in his 20s, he has a pattern of bringing people home to meet his parents and then, anywhere from a week to a year later, coming to them crying about how it didn't work out or he got tired of them or they got tired of him. and then there's a long stretch of time where they don't hear anything about jace's prospective partners.

so then, when he finally brings porter up to them, they're like. oh?? our boy has finally (maybe) settled down?? and he's like. you Cannot embarrass me okay. i Mean It. and they're like. well. we're going to embarrass you we're your parents.

and porter doesn't really know how to feel. he's met some partners' parents in the past, but not many, and most of them turned their noses up when they found out he was a goliath or a barbarian. so he's kind of on edge actually. and jace simultaneously is trying to comfort him being like no it's fine they're nice i swear and freaking out because he's like i haven't brought anyone home in over a decade they know this is a Big Thing i really need this to go well for everyone involved.

but it actually ends up being...okay?? they set up in the backyard so porter doesn't have to awkwardly make himself fit into their (modest, but not exceedingly large) house, and he brings them a nice bottle of wine that zara recommended and flowers and he is charming, so much so that it does throw jace a little, but it's not even that he's turning it up for jace's parents--he just genuinely is that charismatic when he's not being a dick. and he knows jace wants this to go well--and so does he, okay, he has feelings, too, sue him--so he does his best to be nice. but it's not even that hard, in the end; he bonds with jace's mom over her explorations into the mountains of chaos and only slightly humiliates jace with stories of his surges that his parents then proceed to top with talking about his surges during puberty.

as jace is saying goodbye to his parents that night, they both give him little thumbs up and are like you picked a good one. and jace flushes and goes off to the car as porter comes out of the bathroom, and jace's dad is like so. cliffbreaker. i expect to see a ring on that finger next time you two visit. and porter chuckles a little and nods and says, i'll do my best, sir, and heads out to the car where jace is wine-loose and smiley, and he reaches over to pull porter in for a kiss as he gets in the car and murmurs i love you against his lips and porter grins and kisses him harder before pulling out of the driveway so that he can show jace just how much he means it when he says i love you, too.

[mishkakagehishka]

Feminism lost its teeth since capitalism and the patriarchy co-opted it let's be real. But nobody wants to think about how being a feminist (and feeling """morally superior""") is much easier when you can say every choice you make is a feminist choice bc you're a woman than if you actually had to change your lifestyle in a way that goes against society and its expectations/norms to actually fight against the patriarchy.

[crossbackpoke-check]

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[siilvan]

i am once again disappointed but not surprised at the COD fandom only caring about “sensitivity” when it’s convenient for them

[gauntermetaverse]

Ah, dear moderator of "like-minded" group in VK, yes, you, casting that wide net for the fruits of others' labor and slipping them quietly onto your group page as a stealth master without unnecessary noise. You gather the works—art, screenshots, creations painstakingly crafted with time, skill, perhaps a few muttered curses. Present them in your showcase, gather appreciation, but what's left for the source? Silence. How very… quaint. But you called me "friend," didn’t you? A term suggesting more than silent acquisition.

Now, here's a thought: friends, in my humble experience, engage. They say "hello," they chat, they share a nod, perhaps a wink, and the odd spark of appreciation. They give credit, offer likes, engage in that rare human delicacy called acknowledgment. Artists, creators—they don’t just spin these things from the void to fill your group's aesthetic; they create for recognition, for reaction, for that barest hint of reciprocated interest. Consider this: these works, even those crafted with AI, don’t fall from the sky. They take effort, intention, and, yes, a bit of artful mischief. A small nod, a simple "thank you," or dare I suggest, a like—it’s not much to ask, is it?

So, yes, maybe we are strangers indeed—each of us watching, masked, through a narrow crack in a worn wooden fence, curious but guarded, glancing but never speaking. Isn’t that the nature of it? A dance of observation without true engagement. You, administration, gather and display my creations, my words, each carefully crafted mask of mine, and yet, you never ask what lies beneath. You collect, you copy, even translate—often poorly—but all from a safe distance, your gaze fixed but never truly connecting.

You call us "like-minded," but we’re merely reflections in opposing mirrors, aren’t we? You gaze from your side, editing and posting, but never with the curiosity to reach out and ask what each image, each line, truly means. There’s no attempt to understand my vision or how it might add to your own. As if I am not able to answer. Just a silent lifting of what you like, and a quick translation that loses half its meaning in the process.

Ah, I see it—you’re simply doing your job, keeping it clean, keeping it professional. Nothing personal, right? But tell me, would I still be me if I didn’t want to make it personal? If I didn’t want to push past the polite distance and turn this into something real, something that breathes?

So I ask you, administration—do you have a soul back there? Do you care about the artists and their art, or is it just another item in the daily checklist? Because I want to know who I’m really dealing with. I want to see the human behind the label, the individual behind the echoing “we.” If we’re truly to be “like-minded,” perhaps it’s time you showed a sliver of your own.