#GOD everything about this movie drives me nuts

[cyber-corp]

Pleasantville is a beautifully stunning film about the importance of living life to the absolute fullest, not giving it a proper, structured definition, and the inherent hypocrisy of internalising your own humanity. It’s one of the best usages of colour since The Wizard of Oz and it also features a scene in which a woman having an orgasm for the first time causes a tree to spontaneously combust.

Did you like the premise of Barbie? Watch Pleasantville.

Did you like The Truman Show? Watch Pleasantville.

Have you an attraction to either Tobey Maguire and/or Reese Witherspoon? Watch Pleasantville.

Quite possibly a new favourite of mine. Phenomenal.

[charliegyrth]

Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines

A Weight Gain 'What If' Story

Hello, everybody! Charlie here. Have you ever seen the 90s movie Sliding Doors? It's about how one woman's life takes two drastically different paths because of a single change. I wanted to do the weight gain version of that. Enjoy!

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

I was all set to just glare at him and spend the rest of the evening sulking, but he looked really apologetic. Even though he never said the words “I’m sorry,” the little surprise was more than enough for me to forgive him.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. I was hoping that maybe he actually would apologize.

And he sort of did. He said, “Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap.”

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. He was teacher, and he spent all of last year in a happy mood. He’d come home smiling and then we’d snuggle together and watch TV. This year, though, his class was absolutely terrible. He had a new horror story every day, and often, he’d take his frustrations out on me. He’d gotten particularly snippy in the last week (midterms), and I’d just about had my limit.

I took my first bite and moaned. It was seriously the best thing I’d ever tasted. My God. It was incredible.

“Good, huh?”

I took another bite. “You have no idea.”

That made him smile, though I could tell he was still on-edge from work. He wanted to vent again.

“Alright. Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

As I ate the muffin, he unloaded all his anger from the day. Before, all this complaining would get me angry, too. But with this amazing taste in my mouth, I just listened and offered him the right amount of encouragement.

When he was done venting, I was done eating. He felt surprisingly calm, and I did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect my appetite for dinner. I still ate everything on my plate. In fact, Brady and I were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that I went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. This was even better than the muffin! I happily listened to Brady complain as I savored the chocolatey taste. Just like before, he’d gotten all his anger out of his system and our dinner was once again happy.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady wanted was to vent about his day without getting me upset, and the only way he could do that was if he stuffed me full of sugar. It was a perfect plan.

Unfortunately, we hit a roadblock by the second week. He’d had a particularly awful day at work (mostly because parents were upset about their kids’ grades), so he had a lot to say. And because my stomach had gotten used to the decadent treats, I was scarfing them down faster. I ended up finishing my éclair while he was still in the middle of complaining, and I started to get annoyed again.

I snapped back at him.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

Just in case, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That lasted for a bit longer, and our plan was back on track.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as I started to speed up my eating time.

The only problem now was that my stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so I felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. Brady noticed, so he started driving down to Roskoe’s on Saturday and Sunday to keep me happy.

Okay, that wasn’t the only problem. The other problem, the bigger problem, was that I was gaining weight fast. Brady had developed a dad bod a couple years ago, while I remained at my college weight. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, I’d caught up to him. My belly was a bit softer, but most of my extra fat accumulated on my love handles. I felt pretty self-conscious, but Brady assured me that if a little chub was the price to pay for our happiness, then he was okay with it. In a way, he actually liked my love handles. He touched them all the time.

Another month later, and my hips had gotten pretty wide. I didn’t realize how big they’d gotten until I caught my reflection in the window outside our favorite diner. I couldn’t believe how much my butt jutted out.

I told Brady to stop going to the bakery, but I craved it now. My stomach rumbled if I didn’t have at least three snacks every afternoon at 4:30. I tried to go one day without Roskoe’s and I couldn’t do it. I was addicted.

As I kept growing, Brady got increasingly affectionate. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even complain about work while I ate. Sometimes, he’d just rub my belly and watch me.

Pretty soon, “sometimes” because all the time. He was starting to like his class, and his trouble students had either straightened up or left. He didn’t need to give me treats anymore, but I needed them anyway.

By the end of the school year, I’d gained 70 pounds, mostly in my lower half. I didn’t like walking anymore, not because I was so heavy, but because my thighs rubbed together like sandpaper. I liked the feeling of my hips swaying, but I hated the friction burns. My legs had gotten so thick and lumpy that my hanging apron of a belly was barely noticeable. At least I didn’t have moobs, though. I would’ve hated those.

Now that summer has started, I’ve accepted my fate. I’m fat and I’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that Brady loves my new body. The way he touches me now makes me feel better about what I’ve become. And what I will become as the weight continues to build on me.

I’m happy like this, but every once in a while, I wonder what my life would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

Rather than say the words “I’m sorry,” he thought he could make me forgive him with some baked good. Well, it wasn’t going to cut it.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside. I really wanted to eat it, but I didn’t want to let Brady off the hook that easily.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. Maybe if he actually apologized with his words, I’d eat it.

“Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap,” he said.

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. This whole school year, he’d been an absolute nightmare. Every day, he’d come home with more horror stories about his unruly class. He wanted me to just sit there and listen to him vent, but I always pushed back. I hated all that negativity.

“Yeah, well I’m not hungry. Why don’t you eat it?”

He looked down at the muffin. He didn’t really have a sweet tooth, but he decided to take a bite anyway. He immediately moaned in pleasure.

“Good, huh?”

He took another bite. “You have no idea.”

He was smiling! I didn’t even remember the last time I’d seen him smile. It was like all his pent-up anger disappeared. Maybe that would limit tonight’s ranting session.

“Alright,” I said. “Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

But he didn’t. He mumbled, “Actually, I’m okay.” And he kept eating.

It was a God damned miracle! All he needed was a dessert and he didn’t need to unload all his anger on me.

I felt so relieved, and he did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect his appetite for dinner. He still ate everything on his plate. In fact, we were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that he went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. He said it was even better than the muffin! Once again, all his anger was gone and he could enjoy our evening together.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady needed was a jolt of sugar to calm his nerves. He walked into the house fuming, and then he sat with me, ate his treat, and let everything go.

I asked him why he didn’t just eat at Roskoe’s before he got home.

His answer: “Because I enjoy it more with you by my side.”

That made my heart melt.

This plan worked perfectly for about a week and a half. Then, after a particularly awful day at work, he scarfed down an éclair, but he was still upset. He started complaining again, and because it had been so long since he snapped at me like this, things escalated.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

To fix this problem, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That seemed to do the trick. His stomach had gotten used to the desserts, and now he needed more.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as his eating time sped up.

The only problem now was that his stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so he felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. I noticed, so to keep him happy, I started driving down to Roskoe’s myself, every Saturday and Sunday. (It was a charming little place, and the smells were incredible. I didn’t dare to try anything myself, because I knew I’d get just as addicted as Brady.)

Of course, all this food was making Brady gain weight fast. He’d developed a dad bod a couple years ago, which I found very attractive. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, he’d gone from dad bod to full-on fat. All of his new weight seemed to collect on his belly, which hung lower every day.

He didn’t seem self-conscious about it, though. He seemed to like the extra softness, and because he liked it, I liked it.

Another month later, and while his belly was flabbier, his biggest change was in his chest. He’d grown prominent moobs. I never would’ve thought I’d like those. After all, I was gay. Breasts never did anything for me. But his were so big and so hairy, that I couldn’t stop touching them. He loved that, of course.

Brady had no plans to slow down. He was beyond addicted. Every time he came home at 4:30, his stomach was rumbling, demanding his daily dose of sugar. Four treats became five. Then six. Sometimes, he’d even bring home a dozen donuts, spread out on the couch, and take his time eating them all evening.

As he kept growing, I found my hands constantly touching him. Squeezing him. Discovering new rolls or dimples. He’d stopped talking about work completely. He didn’t even look annoyed when he walked home. Just hungry.

Eventually, I asked him directly if he still felt stressed out.

“Nope,” he said while chewing on his third slice of cheesecake. I guess his class had really taken to their calmer, bigger teacher. He didn’t need to eat these treats anymore, but his stomach required them anyway.

By the end of the school year, he’d gained close to 100 pounds, mostly in his belly and chest. He didn’t like walking around anymore, because his belly kept flopping against his thighs. His ass was dimpled but not too big, and his legs (though thicker) were noticeably small compared to his massive middle.

And his moobs, those were his best feature. Hanging to the sides of his bulging stomach, thick and hairy and very sensitive. They're incredible.

Now that summer has started, I love what my husband has turned into. He’s fat and he’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that he loves his new body, too. I take care of him, worship him, and excitedly await each new addition to his obese body. I’m excited to see him continue growing.

We’re both so happy, but every once in a while, I wonder what our lives would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

The End.

You can find all my stories here.

[eitherlyingorstupid]

Does Ambulance have Pusspuss?

short n silly thing that's not really explicit, but still. TFA Ratchet & a really (un)lucky human mechanic.

Benson had, like most citizens of Detroit, gotten used to the Autobots. They were almost like celebrities, really. Benson's son was nuts about collecting all the merchandise they made of the little yellow guy, and his daughter was infatuated with the big green one. Benson himself didn't have much of an opinion on them. He guessed they were good guys, but he never really thought about what he'd do if he met one in real life.

Which was why he was at somewhat at a loss for words when one of the Autobots rolled (or rather, walked) into his shop at 11 P.M.

“This is a mechanic's shop, right?”

Benson had to crane his neck to look up at the robot's face. “Uh, yeah. Benson's Automotive, at your service — sir.”

The red and white bot grumbled. “It'll have to do,” he said, more to himself than anything.

Great, this was the cranky old man Autobot. His name was Ratchet, which Benson only remembered because it was like the evil nurse from that one movie.

“What can I help you with?” he asked, trying to put on his best customer voice.

“Well, I've had this… thing ever since I got to your planet and started transforming.” He hiked up one leg and rested one foot on a workbench. “Hasn't given me any trouble, but I keep wonderin’ what it is.”

Benson nodded, and before he can do anything else, the metal on Ratchet's crotch kind of… opened up, and where there was a red plate before, there was now a purplish blue — pussy.

There was no other word for it. The damn robot had a pussy. With inner and outer lips and everything. Benson struggled to remember if he'd gone to sleep earlier and was just having a bizarre dream, or if this giant alien robot (male alien robot, he was pretty sure) was just casually exposing himself in his shop.

“Are you just gonna stare?” Ratchet said. “Or do you know anything about this?”

“I —” Benson's entire face was so hot it tingled. He pulled at his collar, loathe to imagine how red his face must be. "This… that, uh. Isn't a part of your standard… uh, transformation?”

"No," Ratchet said, as if it were obvious. "This isn't part of one of your earth vehicles?"

Benson swallowed and tore his eyes away. He would rather have been standing naked at his high school graduation than face this situation. "No, ain't any vehicles that have that goin' on. It's…uh… biological."

Ratchet's optics narrowed. "So it's a human part, then."

"…kinda?" Benson coughed. "I mean, it looks like… I guess it's a bit like a human part, but, you know, not exactly."

"What's this part for on humans, then?"

The words stuck in Benson's throat. He was going to have to explain human anatomy to a giant alien robot. God help him. "It's… for… you see, humans are —"

"Spit it out already, human!"

"Reproduction," he finally managed. "And — uh — love. Between humans."

Ratchet hummed, rubbing the exposed organ with a casual air. "Reproduction, huh. Well, don't think I'll be needing it. This old frame isn't built for that kind of nonsense." He closed himself up again.

Benson just nodded awkwardly. "It doesn't give you any trouble?"

"Gets slick sometimes, but not enough to leak."

"Good to know." He wiped his sweaty palms on his overalls. "If it does, I guess uh, come by and I'll check it out?"

"I'll keep it in mind." Ratchet stepped back and transformed, driving off into the night.

Benson wondered if his overheated skin would survive the shock of a cold shower. He honestly thought he'd shatter like glass.

[writingamarie]

okay so overall i didn’t hate it. there were things i didn’t like. and random thoughts i had this is about to be long…

there was too much humor surrounding gerrard for me. it’s like we took the begins episode bigot and leveled him out. listen i don’t want them to work for a bigot but they do and i don’t want it to be funny…

and like i get that chris hung out with tommy. maybe a little weird to have him as a part of the video birthday surprise but i guess we didn’t get to know a lot about chris and tommys dynamic.

i will die on the hill that the diaz parents are awful and if they get the 911 parent redemption treatment i will actually struggle with that. helena acts like eddie being shut out of chris birthday is no big deal and then literally walks away from the computer to sing?? like bring your son with you. she does not actually care about eddie and it hurts me.

honestly it’s good buck didn’t punch gerrard even if i wanted him to. and i like seeing some of my favorite buck traits making an appearance again. his info dumps and just how he processes everything around him. but saving gerrard would make sense for buck somehow playing golf with him.

thoughts i wrote during the episode:

eddie being the one to tell buck to keep his head down. yikes. like do you know buck??

bucks animal knowledge!! i missed my little info spiral buck

fucking independent thinking. fuck gerrard

fucking tommy

that was weird flirting. why do they have awkward high schooler energy? like im all for multi shipping but i dont like tommy’s past or how it’s been glossed over. but that aside that was not sexy i like my boyfriend energy it was kinda lame. like i was back being a weird theatre kid hiding behind couches with other weird theatre kids at parties

fuck chris… didn’t even stay for buck. like that hurts. stay mad you grumpy teenager. you are your fathers sassy asshole kid

i hate eddie’s parents. if they have a redemption arc i will revolt. they are terrible parents to eddie

haha i’m so glad i didn’t replace you with an ai

i would also stampede if bees swarmed

check for booboos god he’s an ass

i’m sorry buck sprayed eddie with bee attracting perfume????

omg eddie’s little run that’s so funny.

duct tape fixes everything haha

you want a trophy. seriously this man is so old and awful

omg changing flights. no athena

is it awful to hope this man dies on the plane?

oh no this actor is gonna drive bobby nuts

buckward omg

omg buck saved the bigot

and onto another 70s disaster movie

[dukeofdelirium]

Let’s talk about something more positive: what are your top 10 gay ships?

Oh god idk if I have 10 but let’s see!

1) lawlight. 1000000000% LAWLIGHT lmao! I’m obsessed. OBSESSED with them. I’ve been obsessed with this ship for over 14 years. They make me actually rabid and crazy like nothing else. Everything about this ship and their dynamic drives me nutty. They are the only real “enemies to lovers” ship I’ve ever gaf about or probably ever will. There’s something sooooo Shakespearean tragedy coded about this pairing and they are genuinely so fun to analyze to me. I’ll never get bored of them!

2) byler! Definitely byler!!! I love this ship so much. Best friends to lovers is always gonna be my favorite overall trope (despite the lawlight obsession) because I just think it’s gahhhh so sweet!! Mike and Will being together will be the perfect conclusion to stranger things imo and I’m so excited for the final season!!

3) korrasami! I remember when they went canon. I was so shocked I didn’t even believe we actually WON with a gay ship. This pairing was groundbreaking for cartoons and is the reason we have gay rep in kids shows now too

4) zukaang! I am a multi shipper so I ship Aang with Katara and Zuko too. I love Zuko and Aang’s dynamic and I think there is a ton of canonical support for this ship, too. I guess they’re technically an “enemies to lovers” but I don’t rlly think of them that way. Anyway, I think they’re cute!

credit to Noquelle for the fanart!

5) patrochilles, obviously there’s the Iliad but there’s also a novel called The Song of Achilles which I highly recommend if you’ve never read it and want gay rep. It’s a beautifully written novel that is about Achilles and Patroclus and makes an argument for the interpretation of them being lovers (which was common in ancient times)

credit to awanqi on Twitter for the fanart

6) frowise??? Samfro???? Sam and Frodo from The Lord of the Rings! I’ve always loved these two. And if you think the films are gay, the books are gayer. They cuddle, hold hands, kiss and tell each other they love each other in the novels. They are precious and I love them soooo much

7) this one’s gonna sound silly but me and my friends ship quimbry (Quil and Embry) from Twilight lmao. We wanted gay rep and then it just kind of snowballed. I have like 7 fanfics on my ao3 written for them …. 😂😂😂 idgaf that they’re fanon either cuz they’re real to me and I’m obsessed with them. My ao3 is the same as my tumblr btw if you wanted to read my fics! it’s dukeofdelirium

8) (edit I can’t believe I forgot them!) WILMON from Young Royals! Such a sweet pairing and I was so obsessed with them when I watched this show. Such a good show too. Highly recommend and the actors had amazing chemistry

9) REDDIE? I remember this one breaking my heart a bit. I’m not a hugely active shipper of it but it’s cute and really sad

10) Jack and Ennis from Brokeback Mountain:(((( this movie really and truly ruined my life and did something to me when I watched it as a 10 yr old. Somethin about growing up in the south as a closeted gay boy…. Heath and Jake were insane in this film their chemistry was nuts

Hmmm I can’t think of anything else at the moment! I’m very particular about the stuff I ship, it rlly has to scratch a niche itch in my brain for me to be really and truly obsessed with it.

Thanks for bringing something positive to the ask box! :) what are your favorite gay ships, anon?

[dilfdoctordoom]

Absolutely just preaching to the choir at this point but like, I don't care I'm also going to complain LOL I cannot get over how it seems Gunn had a legit grudge against Gamora (and Mantis!!!) because the treatment of both of them feels so specifically targeted that you would think both characters broke into his house and kicked his dog or something. He's definitely not as dumb as the Snyder fans would have you believe, I know he reads the source material even if he ignores the majority of it, but I do not see how even if you ONLY read GotG 2008 that you'd come away with wanting to intentionally write the women like that, it's so unhinged.

I'd ask why the HELL Vol. 3 struggles so much with its WOC when he's shown to have the ability to Try and improve on this in his other work post Vol. 2 (Mind you i think The Suicide Squad also had issues with racism AND ableism- if it's supposed to be this commentary on the USA strong arming and trying to cover up their involvement with other countries, why is the film presenting it as a big joke that Bloodsport and Peacemaker are violently murdering these POC freedom fighters by accident? I know Gunn is a big horror nut and violence and an R rating blah blah blah but Maybe read the room. And don't get me started on everything with Polka Dot Man oh my god) but by now I think the Vol. 3 issues are because he just could NOT put himself mentally into the characters headspaces, like he literally couldn't relate to them At All so they just had to get these half assed resolutions at best or written out to never to return at worst. (other than Rocket, obviously, who even then ALSO suffers from the writing!! NO ONE TRULY WINS!!!)

I genuinely think the only reason the leading lady in Peacemaker (Leota, a black queer woman) didn't get treated like ass is because of Gunn's own comment that the character shares a name with his mother. Like, bruh. If the only way you can treat these characters with different backgrounds than you with the bare minimum of respect is because of vaguely nepotistic reasons or because you absolutely HAVE to relate to/project onto them, then idk what to even say 😵‍💫

This is a safe space to be mad about the treatment of women (& women of color specifically) in the Guardians franchise because god, it always just gets worse the more that I think about it.

(Random tangent: Like, you have Michelle Yeoh! The Michelle Yeoh! And she's just... cameo doesn't do anything doesn't ever appear again. My god if we're gonna force Gamora to be a Ravager at least bring her back).

There was some improvement in his DC work (though definitely not in his treatment of disabled characters lmao that's a consistent shitshow). Ratcatcher felt like a person, didn't get needlessly fridge like I'd assumed she would. Harcourt and Leota actually feel fledged out. Leota especially as that's a queer woman of color... and now it's just cause she has the same as his mother lmao.

Guardians 3 I think is the most disappointing movie in the entire MCU because I just fundamentally do not buy these resolutions for these characters. Peter's going back to Earth? Awesome, but he already did that. Rocket's fine with everyone leaving? Strange since for them, they were dead for five years.

What happened to Gamora and Mantis goes beyond Gunn's favoritism like he was so casual about killing Gamora... leading woman of color, and he talks constantly about how he just wanted to kill her, that's, uh, that's not great.

Mantis drives me crazy because you could not convince me that that man has read a single comic starring her. How do you adapt someone so horrifically? Comic Mantis isn't great, nor am I ever gonna claim she is, but she's still somehow better than the MCU depiction.

[thereisnoneedtocallmesir]

I was tagged for this one by @nerdie-faerie as well

1. Are you named after anyone?

No

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last night, some kinda bug was driving me nuts while I tried to sleep but the bastard appeared to be invisible cause no matter what I did I could not find it

3. Do you have kids?

Thank god no

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Apparently, but I suck at recognizing sarcasm

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Probably how they dress tbh

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings

8. Any special talents?

Apparently I’m good at chugging

9. Where were you born?

In the USA, but I was never an American because of an exception regarding diplomats

10. What are your hobbies?

Rowing, playing board games and video games, and when I actually get to it cosplaying and drawing

11. Do you have any pets?

Unfortunately not, but I’ll ask many many people I see outside if I can pet their dog!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have played so many because none of them worked. Like someone from the municipality had to go “yeah you’ve tried everything you could realistically try right now, you are allowed to not attend pe”. But for the last 3 years I’ve been rowing! Thankfully that sport does seem to work out for me

13. How tall are you?

Like 1,74 meter so like 5 foot 8.5

14. Favorite subject in school?

I’m not really sure I had one. I liked geography/geology with the right teacher

15. Dream job?

Probably policy worker as criminologist at a municipality, or maybe getting a PhD and working at a university

And for this one too I shall tag @1runw1thwolves212 and @theclaireelyse

[justjesse116]

You like cosmic horror? What are some you've seen? 👀

Well, my go to will always be The Color Out of Space with nick cage because it's based off of the hp lovecraft story of the same name, and was always one of my top lovecraft stories. The movie takes place in modern times as opposed to the original story, and some things are shifted around, but all in all the movie steamrolled my ass with how much I enjoyed it (aside from the unnecessary sex scene, as a species we really need to stop inserting (haha) sex into literally everything). But yeah, the visuals, specifically the color choice, still get me every time I think about it (the choice to make The Color magenta? Fucking peak, no notes). And I unironically listen to the soundtrack regularly because it's. So. Fucking. Good. Also nick cage being unhinged so expertly is just a joy to witness. Love love loooove this shit.

The next couple are what I consider cosmic horror to myself and my preference in media, but I'm sure it'll send someone frothing at the mouth ready to tell me why I'm wrong but I digress.

Annihilation. Oh my fucking god. This one REALLY deviated from it's book, but I honestly enjoy them both as almost completely disconnected medias from one another. Both the books and the movie have their strong and weak points, but I would be a filthy liar if I said I didn't enjoy the hell out of this movie too (yet again, except for unnecessary sex scene). (Sorry to keep ragging on sex scenes but that shit drives me nuts. It ALWAYS takes me out of the moment and 9 times out of 10 they are more a hindrance than a help to a story.) But yet again, the soundtrack goes absolutely crazy, again one I listen to regularly but it still makes my skin crawl. And the visuals of this movie go so hard it's kind of insane. So so good, I was fighting for my LIFE the first time I saw it, genuinely very unnerving in the best way.

And now my third favorite, Underwater. This probably genuinely doesn't count as cosmic horror, but I'm sorry I saw That Thing and no one can tell me it's not Cthulu. It's probably closer to creature horror, but I still count it as cosmic horror in my heart because my antenna are tuned to pick up lovecraft bullshit. (And creature horror I could go on about for literal DAYS I can't wait to see death of a unicorn this weekend, ayooo!)

I've watched a couple others, but I don't even remember which because they just didn't so it for me, but I'm always up for recommendations >:3

[repurposedmeatlocker]

31, 32, 27 and 60 for the movie ask!!!!

27. Top 5 actors AHHHH ughhh this is going to drive me nuts because I'm going to forget so many people ugh ok um. In no order: 1. James Stewart 2. Chadwick Boseman 3. Al Pacino 4. Robert Redford 5. Steven Yeun

31. Movie your parent showed you I wanted to choose from something recent, but suddenly realized they haven't had the chance to specifically show me a lot of movies this past year. Mostly it has been me showing them movies. Maybe now that it is the summer I can find some time to let them show me some films 'cause they are film buffs like me and they have a whole list of things they want me to see. The last film my mom showed me was Farewell My Concubine (1993) in an uncut theatrical re-screening. It was really good and beautifully shot. I'd recommend it if you like Chinese cinema and tragic homosexuals.

32. Last movie you watched Tbh I have been watching a lot of shorts this year (specifically animation) for school. The last one I saw was called All Nothing or Tout rien (1978) by Frédérick Back. You can find it here it is quite lovely. No, but the real answer, as far as movies go, is fucking Barnyard (2006). Had the impulsive urge to rewatch it for the first time since I was a kid. Such an odd film. Idk what else to say about it. Biggie Cheese 4 life.

60. Most visually stunning movie you've seen It is hard to settle on a singular answer because I feel like a lot of movies that I would consider "visually stunning" are so for different reasons. On a "spectacle" level, I found Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) really impressive. Just for the way it was able to manipulate its environment and the way it used its editing tricks and campy visuals within the storytelling. Especially for such a big blockbuster. I usually expect that kind of stuff nowadays for more "low-key" features. On a "general" level. As in, left me god-smacked despite it not being a traditionally "flashy" film, I would say The Shining (1980). The ambiance and environment built in that setting is so good and so impeccable. The fact that people still are trying to understand and break it down is amazing. On a "aesthetic" level. I want to add Chungking Express (1994). I just found it to be such a beautiful film in its simplicity and replication of an ethereal quality of being in a dream. Those blurry, flaring lenses really don't leave you after you see it for the first time.

[the-firebird69]

Thus Jacob says: "I, Jacob, who speak to you, I am also Israel, I am an angel of God, a ruling spirit, and Abraham and Isaac were created before every work of God; and I am Jacob, called Jacob by men, but my name is Israel, called Israel by God, a man seeing God, because I am the first-born of every creature which God caused to live.

And he adds: "When I was coming from Mesopotamia of Syria, Uriel, the angel of God, came forth, and said, I have come down to the earth and made my dwelling among men, and I am called Jacob by name. He was angry with me and fought with me and wrestled against me, saying that his name and the name of Him who is before every angel should be before my name. And I told him his name and how great he was among the sons of God;

Are you not Uriel my eighth, and I am Israel and archangel of the power of the Lord and a chief captain among the sons of God? Am not I Israel, the first minister in the sight of God, and I invoked my God by the inextinguishable name?"[6]

..

Jacob is not Trump or his clone or son and it's not woody. But it does sound like a rider.

...

My husband is falling asleep trying to do this and he got to do some nice sleep he is oxygenating and you can't tell I can tell because of certain skin tone and he says okay and it's true this is a story that we want to get out about Jacob and Jacob's ladder and it does explain what Max are up to and he did get it there's only a couple of points throughout the stories of his life and his statements. He went through life and he got four wives and had children and someone said this child of yours Joseph does not survive then you are not from the house of God and Jacob refused him and went on as if his son survived and didn't know if he was dead or not and he began telling people did he is the son of God and he was made from nothing and that he has been the father of everyone that's what the max wanted him to do by telling him this about his son they do drive people nuts with that so Jacob made a statement and it's the above statement and a few others that were not so long. The story is about his strange experiences and he is a vastly delusional person and he had an experience with a winged person and they call themselves angels and they're delusional as hell some of them know what they're saying and they know it's not true people are wondering what this has to do with the max and it's simply put that the man might understand his position and he's running around trying to convince people that he is God and that he controls everything and that he's invincible and these people are here sons and he's doing he keeps telling them and saying what it is and they don't believe him and he wrestles with him and tries to use Force and this is the idea that the max have not wrestling with us and foreigners are avoiding it and the max are calling for it. It's a method of kidnapping and these idiots have been running around yelling at people and we can just sit there and her son sits there with millions of people doing it.

That's my take on it and my husband says I'm right

Hera

The details of his life explain it as well because he is an adulterer and he's taking over someone else's house and that's what the max are I'm thinking over several houses and their wives and they're making a bunch of clothes with them fights with an Angel and I'm saying that it's kind of a real one or it's not and that's what they're saying and the angel of the pizza many times proving that he is real and they also looking for that

Thor Freya

Inside the several movies and some people got it and they're trying to do it and they suck real bad and they get beat by regular people so trying to see the max to it and they're trying to watch what happens but the max don't have that plan they have a different way of doing it and they're seeing it happen and they can't believe it they're being pushed out of the entire plan

Nuada Arrianna

Olympus

[im-always-the-problem-its-me]

i don't know what the fuck just happened

i somehow managed to fuck up SO's birthday and feel awful. ive gotta make a big drive tomorrow night and have to fuck up my sleep schedule on purpose and with how emotionally exhausting this whole day was it's that much more difficult.

i legit started rambling, feeling very 'i'm a piece of shit, what do you want..let's make jokes about how fucked up i am while i detach emotionally when you have a breakdown' like roman fucking roy and then i even said 'i'm roman fucking roy, i don't know what you want from me'.

here's what i think happened: nutshell version because being vague is safer and i'm also tired.

SO has been depressed. i can't do shit about it. i have a bad habit when i'm overwhelmed with my own shit to be like 'let's try to just be super happy and pretend his breakdown isn't happening because i can't handle men crying on the floor because i'm used to men getting angry, yelling or worse...hitting me.' so i avoid. it's a symptom of complex PTSD apparently and also i think ptsd doesn't accurately describe what i have anymore because nothing is 'post'. this shit is happening right now and im constantly triggered because i figured out i'm still being abused and emotionally manipulated by my parents as an adult and i don't know wtf to do about it. i think im going to need therapy again. SO says he thinks he wants to go see one again too.

there's nothing wrong with our relationship. it's individually, we're both fucked up. it doesn't help i have this 'not really, but kind of' a side thing but it's not affecting things here. (im still a piece of shit because if anything its kind of an emotional affair...i dont know...feelings are fine...if i act on them then that's different...this is an old flame too and we're close, always have been...it's just an intense friendship bordering upon dangerous with flirtations but THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE)

'you never shut up' SO said to me out of anger. broke down after he said it even though i agreed even though it stung. i told him don't worry about it. it was true. i need to to not put all my shit on him. that's why i suggested therapy again.

i explained that i don't feel mad or upset by anything that happened tonight..just feel bad because yes he called me out on being emotionally detached and i have been lately because im a fucking mess. i also tend to run from everything so i even told him fuck it, we can move back because it's fine me being a mess but since he's the breadwinner, when he falls apart it's bad for both of us. i'm already on benefits because of epilepsy that's intractible. nothing I can do about that. but he needs to be ok.

he keeps looking at me like i'm nuts but dude, i've been running my whole life. i wanted to settle and stay here forever and i love this place more than any place i have ever lived but look i'm still sick here and i got issues popping up like god hates me.

i'm not even roman roy. i think because i detached instead of wearing it on my face or crying like kendall. maybe i'm a mix of both. i dunno. that show speaks to me on so many levels. i rewatched Hannibal too and i'm just like wtf. then i picked my favorite mommy issues movies to put on.

here's what i know happened: two people who love each other very much aren't doing well mentally but their relationship isn't what's making the other fucked up. it's everything else they have never dealt with making them individually fucked up and tonight it blew up. bad timing. neither of us could help each other. he got rightfully pissed. i am not upset he got pissed and the one thing he said out of anger was a very true fucking statement that put a big mirror in front of my face.

i realized too that i cannot handle a man having a breakdown. he asked why i always just walk away from him when hes like that? well because i don't know what to do with it and also what if it turns into something else and the man is going nuts on me or taking it out on me? i don't know. i'm very fucked up.

i hate victim mentality bullshit. i try not to put stuff on anyone. so i sweep it away like it's not fucking happening and i got called out on that. i don't know how to be there for him. i can't help it i have ingrained weird ideas. i try just not to be a cunt ok? and i don't know maybe i was one tonight? i don't even know. i apologized for getting loud when i did because i had my earplugs in so didn't realize how loud i was and i also hadn't eaten all day and it was making me hangry so my brain couldn't even process anything until after i ate.

a man shaking and crying on the floor because of me? (or what i perceived as being about me?) all i thought was get away from him because you're hurting him and nothing you do is going to make it better...and then it was like i felt like my mom. that's what she did. no comfort for the crying ones...just walk away until it's over. but i'm not his mommy. i'm his SO. he even said 'i don't want you to baby me or anything, just a little comfort would be nice.' he's right. but again, why are you crying in the first place? i'm selfish so i'm thinking 'wtf i'm a mess...now i have to wonder why you're a mess...wtf' and jfc no....i don't know what the fuck happened.

we need to both get some help with our issues somehow or we're not going to make it if repeats like this keep happening. i can't even call it a fight. it was more just a collective breakdown. he went to bed red eyed and mumbling. i'm up exhausted but numb af.

fucking a.

it's good i'll be gone for a day. give us both some time away just to think. well, he'll be able to anyway, ill be cramped in a car with 7 other people for 18 hours. not that i'm complaining. i've gotta do this to help out with bills and plus now i've got an obligation because my mother keeps putting shit on me and didn't even give me a chance to say no and if i don't make this trip a lot of people are out of money so im basically unable to back out even if wanted to. fuck it. i think i'll finally be able to chill next year. i'm going to make myself anyway. get through holidays. have a good time on our concert trip in january. hopefully by them my SO and i are in better places mentally too.

one hour at a time.

[voidsumbrella]

gonna be obnoxious re: that last post on fandomification; i do think the worst version of that ive been in was the les mis 2012 explosion. the primary fandom source material was already two layers off of the original novel- movie was an alteration* of the musical which was an alteration of the book, which is dense and hard to parse- and then you remove that even further by your interpretation in fanart** and then people who are more interested in engaging with the tropes than the Themes And Narratives lean on those interpretations until the result is something completely divorced and/or directly contradicts the novel.

*said neutrally- you should make the story fit the medium, which will inherently mean changing some aspects, and despite everything i still like the 2012 movie a lot-

**i can... absolutely trace this in lm to two specific artists, who both made work that was simplified for the sake of comedy but recognizably based in the source, and then people took the simplification as gospel.

but no seriously everything ive been Into has the abstraction problem. amnesia's Lore™ is easy to miss, and there were/are a lot of people who watched ppl' lps the game and never actually played it themselves. which is not a inherently a bad thing! survival horror is not a genre for everyone, and the earlier games don't have a story mode and are much harder to digest. but it means their view of the game is already biased, which when added to the fandom tropification machine or just generalized misogyny be normal about justine or ill kill you leads to a lot more shit takes.

yume nikki/fangames run into people hinging their theories on other people's theories being The Only Accurate Read and not something subjective based on symbolic interpretation and the player's actions; metal gear has the curse of being stupidly overcomplicated in difficult to connect ways and very popular with the standard #gamer crowd, who can't fuvking read anyway; asscreed has the same issue but with worse intial writing and a more pointlessly drawn out canon.

ff7 is a shitshow and deserves its own post, which im probably not going to make, because it iiiiis exhausting. its fucking wild how just prioritizing* the original story over the later retcons and thematic contradictions causes ppl to bitch at you for being a Fake Fan™. cant say im big on it.

*those of you who reject the compilation entirely... i salute you, y'all are stronger than god.

anyway. it's healthy to embrace the zen of letting people be wrong on the internet, but boy howdy does it not stop them from being wrong in new and exciting ways. i would study some people in a lab if i thought it wouldn't drive me nuts.

[lookclike]

"they're not that bad." she answered mildly, shrugging. hanging out with her colleagues felt a little bit like trying to fly alongside a flock of migratory birds of another species - you couldn't really tell the difference from a distance, but up close the outsider stood up clear as day. but eliza thought this was mostly her fault, and not theirs. "the parties are really cool. we drink laughable amounts of wine and fight about christopher marlowe... and there's always at least one musical person trying to start a sondheim sing-a-long. it's almost like high school cast parties." not that eliza had experienced many of those. she always preferred having a nice dinner at woodrow after shows rather than going out with the other theatre people.

river's answer about his job made her hum, turning around to stare at him with a questioning expression. "but do you like it? the job, LA..." she then shook her head with laughter, going back to exploring the cupboards. god why were there so many rice cakes... "i hate the beach and i hate driving. the sun is okay, but not all the time. i think you need horrible, stormy and gray weather sometimes, to feel a little sad." melancholia had always been comforting to her in a way, an old tethered blanket she held close and hid in from time to time. it made the soft smiles and calm mood easier to summon when needed. "c'mon, new york is fine." fine. this is how she had been describing most of her life, lately, but it still felt like the best word. wasn't that slightly pathetic? "i like the hustle and bustle, and the closeness of it all. it's like i can see a completely different world through every window." she had this one window neighbor who put red scarfs over every single one of her lamps. it made the apartment look like a flaming heaven from the outside.

"i don't think so, it was the one with a vampire and a werewolf. not really my thing but i liked it a lot." eliza's taste in film tended to gravitate between golden age technicolor pieces and sprawling period movies, preferably adapted from some book. she liked to watch fluffy, escapist stories, and reserved the more raw, complicated and negative emotions for the theatre. she would go insane if everything she watched was grotowski-esque. "aha! there we go!" she said happily, pulling a box of honey nut cheerios. that was the closest to junk food she would probably find in the house. "i know celia and alison do, probably because of the proximity. and well, me. but i think mrs. tristan would rather be caught dead than stock the pantry with pop tarts. even though i would really like a pop tart right now." she pouted slightly, focusing on ripping open the cheerios and eating a fistful of it directly from the box.

River lit the cigarette before responding to Eliza. He usually only received imports after mentioning Richard’s name to producers. So, he was going to savour the opportunity to smoke a fine cigarette with a herbal kick. Even though he was sure Mrs Tristan would somehow sense he was smoking in doors and scold him for it.“You're not spoiled. You're just a classy lady who knows she deserves the finer things in life. There's nothing wrong with that.” If they had this conversation when he was thirteen he would have twisted the knife ; would have made a snide remark about how she always got what she wanted. But the two of them weren't kids anymore. River’s jealousy died years ago and now Richard was dead too so any residual bitterness River felt about not being his favourite ward was pointless.

Growing up he had mixed feelings about Eliza's passion for performing. Eliza was proof that Richard's favouritism was arbitrary and decided for illogical reasons he couldn't control. She and River were both artsy theatrical kids but apparently she had a certain je ne sais quoi River lacked and couldn't achieve if he tried. That was both a frustrating and reassuring realisation to cope with. River's mouth twisted into a small exhausted smile at Eliza's comment about New York art kids. “What's it like dealing with the New York art kids? I've heard they're pretentious and obsessed with a sense of authenticity they'll never achieve. Is that true?” He asked. He moved to LA for school and never looked back. His primary experience of New York Art Kids came from a production of RENT he saw a week before his twenty-second birthday.

River let out a hollow chuckle at Eliza's words. There were parts of his life that were stable but he still didn't feel like a real adult. He definitely didn't feel like a real adult in Woodrow. “Oh please, I surf IMDB then flatter actors by telling them I knew they had potential when I saw them play an unnamed bully stock character. That's hardly a real adult job. It's not like I'm debating international policy.” It didn't sound like it but River was grateful for his frivolous job. He couldn't handle having a job that was monotonous and significant.

River let out another laugh at Eliza's questions. He didn't remember her being this funny. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse not to feel miserable.He was always looking for an excuse to talk about himself so he was grateful she asked multiple questions at once.“Yup. I haven't had to give up on my dream yet, knock on wood.” River reached over to tap on the kitchen counter. He wasn't particularly superstitious but he wasn't going to risk tempting fate.”Here's a secret the mayor doesn't want you to know; LA isn't as hot as you'd imagine. Your brain just tricks itself into thinking it's hot because it's sunny and in theory it's convenient to go to a beach.” River had been in LA long enough to stop romanticising it but he would never stop romanticising the lack of rain. “It depends on if you find being stuck in traffic for two hours and having people who were in one season of days of our lives twenty years ago cutting in line for coffee dazzling.” His fond tone and small smile were in contrast to his sardonic words. LA was a cutthroat town where dreams went to die but it was also his home. “It is slightly miserable but it can't be more miserable than New York.” Everyone he knew who had worked in New York complained about the rent prices and lack of space. But lucky for Eliza she didn't have to worry about one of those things.

He almost dropped his cigarette when she said she saw one of his movies at the video store. “Are you being serious? I'm having a horrendous day ; you can't joke about something like that.” River had only managed to sell two scripts that were made into complicated movies. It was rare for producers to take a chance on scripts they didn't view as instantly profitable. Often River's ideas were about niche subject matter or made more sense on an emotional level than a narrative level. “I hope it had a girl chasing after a tour bus on the cover. That movie is my magnum opus.” His other movie was a low budget horror comedy about a married couple inconveniently turning into a werewolf and vampire at the same time. The studio ignored that it was an obvious metaphor for a lavender marriage. He stood in confusion while Eliza rummaged for Goldfish Crackers. It took him a second to work out why she was avoiding the buffet. River came to the conclusion she wanted comfort food over food from the funeral. “I'm not sure.” He responded while walking over to join Eliza on her search. “Do you know who visits regularly? They're probably too sophisticated for Goldfish Crackers. It can't hurt to check though. Mrs Tristan might have a secret fondness for them we don't know about.”

[muns0nslov3r]

doin something unholy.

warning : innocentfem!reader,perv!eddie, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem &me receiving), slight Christian reader, teasing, mentions of breeding,choking, and a lot of dirty things, daddy kink, praise kink.

minors pls dni.

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you had got out of mass looking around for your bestfriend Eddie, your cross necklace laying on your clothed breasts, your skirt barely covering your plump flesh of your ass, you noticed eddie slightly waving to you as he held a cigarette in his fingers. You ran to him giggling “eds!!” you smiled “hey doll how was mass?” He asked fixing your hair trying his best to keep his eyes up. “it was super good! you know just normal stuff but it was fun” 

you smile, your scent  going into Eddie’s nose making him bite his bottom lip. he loves everything about you, your scent. you, your body. your smile your laugh everything. how perfect you are. how perfect your body is. wanting to see your body spread on his bed as he abuses your poor tight cunt.

he knew you were innocent, that you we’re a virgin. he wanted to change that so badly. to fuck you. own you. he wanted to fuck you anywhere. on his desk, bed, the couch, the table, the sink, the school desk, the church’s benches, anything. fucking your tight cunt, making you become a mess all over his cock.

he needed it so bad. as he drove you to your house smiling as you hummed the songs on the radio playing with your cross necklace. that made Eddie go nuts. you made eddie feel like a god. wanting to watch you worship his cock. worship him.  He got out of his thoughts as you grabbed his hand when he wasn’t paying attention.

“eds..be careful please” your voice was sweet as you held his hand,  feeling his rough skin against your soft skin. you smiled as he nodded driving still. as he parked at your place dropping you off as he watched you get inside safe and sound. driving off.

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you were reading as you felt your cunt feel strange. A feeling you’ve felt before but never did anything about it. you always asked your friend and she would simply reply with “ oh your just turned on” she smiled, turned on? You never knew what that meant sense your parents never spoke about sex.

or being turned on. so you were confused, your friend told you this story how her and her boyfriend had sex. that’s why she wore a scarf around her neck as her cheeks were flushed.

showing you the little marks still slightly there. “ why did you do that? you know it’s bad. You aren’t even married!” you said as she covered your mouth “ shut up! there’s gotta be someone you would like to fuck at least.” she said rolling her eyes.

once she said that you saw Eddie’s pretty face in your mind. Flustered at the thought, you kept reading still thinking about the memory as you sighed looking around for something as you spotted your sweet brown teddy bear that Eddie gifted you, it smelt like him.

you felt bad for what you were going to do as you put it between your thighs. your clothed cunt grinding against the soft fur as you moaned whimpering a little as you let out little gasps.  the coil in your stomach builded up. making you worry as you stopped. losing your up coming orgasm as you sighed rubbing your eyes.

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it was the next day as you and eddie were watching a movie while eddie rubbed your thigh. your parents were gone on a business trip, your core feeling that overwhelming feeling again. “c-could you not touch me please” you sighed looking down at the ground as you moved slightly. As he put his hand off of you. The feeling making you want Eddie’s touch.

you let out a sigh as Eddie looked over at you. not caring for the movie as you let out little hiccups “ doll are you okay?” you were sobbing as he looked at you hugging you “what’s wrong?” he asked as you were a mumbling overwhelmed mess. Holding onto him as he listened closing “it feels..*sniff* weird down t-there..” you sobbed as Eddie looked at you.

“ how? how does it feel doll?” he looked at you wiping your tears away “ it feels..so warm and w-wet down there..” you sobbed looking at him. his cheeks flushed as you looked at him, “ is t-that normal..” you sniffled as he nodded. “ it’s completely normal doll. It happens to me too” he mumbled kissing your tear stained cheek .

“it does..?” you fixed your hair as he nodded “ there’s a way to get rid of it.” he smiled “ can you show me? or or..at least help me.” you looked into his eyes as he nodded fast “oh of course” he smirked rubbing your thigh as he got on his knees by the couch.

spreading your pretty legs to look at your pj shorts covering the good view as he pulled them down kissing your inner thighs. You moaned a little as you watched him remove the clothes that covered your bottom half. Getting the perfect view of your pussy. wanting to praise it as he smiled kissing the bud of your clit making you jolt. 

you stared at his eyes as they seemed darker then normal as he put a finger between your folds moving it up and down to get your wetness on his finger rubbing your cunt as you sighed leaning your head back. rubbing in slow circles as you whimpered a little, as he slowly slid a finger inside your soaked cunt. A moan leaving your parted lips.

his finger went slow not wanting to rush and accidentally hurt you. kissing around your cunt or on it. his soft lips against your puffy pussy lips, licking up and down tasting your lovely flavour. sucking on the bud making you let out a whiney moan. Feeling your gummy walls clench, around his finger. making him suck harder as he moved his ringed finger deeper.

letting the cold metal touch your cunt. As you grinded against his face gripping onto his curly hair. tangling your fingers as you let out breathy moans tugging at eddies hair as he went to town on your cunt. never wanting to stop eating you out.  You felt the coil in your stomach as he added another finger making you gasp. “eds..” You moaned “yeah doll?” “M-my stomach feels weird..” You moan looking at the metalhead.

‘How?” he looked up at you, “it feels like I have to p-pee..” “Let it go princess okay? Your doing so good” he smiled as you nodded. Once the coil in your stomach builded up more you let it snap. Making you let out a whiney moan as you arched your head back, cum getting on eddies fingers as he pulled them out tasting you as he moaned slightly. He stood up looking at you as he smiled kissing your neck.

Making you whimper “eds..I-i.. i want to have sex with you..” You moaned as he kept kissing your neck as he could feel himself  get harder. His cock twitching in his pants, taking off your pj top. Showing your pretty pink bra that had a little bow on it. Taking it off as he kissed your collarbone going down to your breasts. You hands moved all over his body touching his harden cock as he moaned slightly against your sensitive bud.

Unbuckling his pants. Seeing the nice bulge in his boxers as you blushed sitting up as you pulled his pants down as well his boxers too, mouth watering at the sight rubbing it a little the tip leaking like crazy. You licked the tip tasting the salty precum, his cock was nice. It was thick. It was cut, the tip was a pretty pink colour. Sucking on the tip trying to remember what your friend taught you as you hollowed your cheeks taking more of eddies length. Letting out a groan as Eddie touched your body.

Moving your tongue around the tip looking at him. As his eyes were half opened mouth parted as he let out breathy moans. “ jesus..where did you learn this holy shit..” He arched his head back “ practice” you giggled sucking more as his thighs shook a little stroking the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth as he groaned “ s-stop” he lifted your head up “did I do something?..” You worried. “ you didn’t do anything jus..dont want to cum yet.” He giggled kissing your lips. He picked you up setting you on his lap.

As he took off his shirt kissing you as you held his face gently moaning into each others mouth, as he slid his cock into your cunt making you gasp and jolt from being sensitive as he started bouncing you on his lap making your hips move as you moaned breathing fast as you looked down seeing blood “ I’m b-bleeding..” You moaned at the feeling starting to feel pain. “ I know.. do you want to stop?” He looked at you rubbing your cheek.

You shook your head as he smirked moving you up and down slowly as you grabbed onto his shoulders jerking your hips a little. Looking at eddies body as you stared at his happy trail when you jerked your hips, your clit rubbed against his pubic hair as he groaned feeling you clench around him as you moaned tears slowly building up in your eyes as he gripped your hips. “ m-more..” You whined as Eddie got on top of you thrusting his hips as you whimpered gripping onto eddies back.

clawing at his back as he thrusted his hair sticking to the back of his sweaty neck. You felt the coil come back into your stomach as Eddie felt you tighten as he pushed down onto your lower stomach as you whined cumming around eddies cock as he kept going helping you ride out of your high as he reached his own, as he came inside moaning. He thrusted slowly riding out his high too as he pulled out of your sore cunt as he grabbed a cloth wetting it as he came back cleaning up the mess.

Cleaning you and him up as your body felt like jello. Putting on your guys clothes as you held onto Eddie “ I love you. So much princess.” Eddie whispered smiling “ I love you to Eddie.”

[mushtoons]

YOU HAVE NO FUVKJN CLUE WHAT KIND OF SHIT LEONARDO HAMATO DOES TO ME. GODDAMN. theres a reason im obsessed w this boy and those reasons are Many. hes just like every other leo if they got a moment to be a person and it drive me fuckin nuts. bonkers, even. hes still analytical he still cares with all his heart hed still do anything to keep them safe and hell still do it alone he still cares about tradition and the status quo and he refuses to show that he cares both because he doesnt want to break that status quo as hes not the eldest anymore and because he doesnt want to stop being able to be carefree and happy. but hes still made up of a leader (he still wears red beneath his blue, a mask that doesnt hide a thing-and the leader wears red, doesnt he, doesnt he?) and god, hed still do anything to keep them safe. hes still the head, and the legacy, and. karai. you are not alone. and yet, both her and leo, they readily threw themselves into a prison that they thought theyd never escape from. no one is alone. except for them. because they have to, this is their duty, this is their comeuppance, they have to be a hero, they have to be the savior. and leos closeness with karai and. and when they leave karai and then when they leave raph, both times, he has to be dragged away. and he locks himself in a prison dimension. and hes calling casey 'case' by the end of the movie, and his supposed last words to him are to say hes proud. and hes so bright and kind and annoying. and. theres just. god theres so much i could say about leo. i use jokes to cope, with my last breath i told you so, hero moves are totally your style, youve been portal chopped. and he only cries in the prison dimension. the moment that portal opens he stops. and he doesnt say a thing between youve been portal chopped and. and, 'took you guys long enough'. like he knew theyd save him. and mikeys portals were a miracle. and he left a katana there. and its a belief of mine that, afterwards, hes more subdued and careful and out of the way. its not about me. and maybe he pushes that too far. and maybe, hes always worked hard to keep his hurt from them, so they dont have to bother with it. mikey needs more help, donnie is more sickly, raph is trying so hard. that last thought was off the hook idk abt that one yet dont take it too seriously. but anyways i think a lot abt him and caseys relationship too. the gentle carefulness that could bloom there alongside bright burning youth and love and hope. and casey was their final stand, and he did it. and he told him, i dont wanna lose you again. and like..just. leos everything. the masks he hides behind and the person underneath and how its clear he cares and..leo is the soul. mikey is the heart and donnie is the mind and raph is the body and leo is the soul. tuning the background noise and guiding them, quiet or loud, whatever he needs to be. and just..the way he always quietly led them and his smarts and how he got to be someone and how he still tries to throw that away and how clear it is he doesnt care for himself the way he does others and how that reflects in future leo concepts and how much I know he would care for this younger versions of himself and. and how bright he is, how annoying yet loveable and so, so interesting he is. this was so scrambled but idc i love him so much. if you want more of my coherent leo thoughts point a thing out this was summary and i DO have SO many thoughts on the prison dimension as a whole (four poems actually), casey and leos relationship (a whole post and then a much larger section in a doc), the peepaw and leo (again A WHOLE DOC for peepaw concepts), and general analysis on the boy (yet again a whole doc). also sorry if this was a bit much lmao he means a lot 2 me

DHDHDJD HOLY SHIT THIS IS A LOT /POS

LMAOOO WE CAN TELL WHO YA FAVORITE IS /LH BUT THIS IS SO DJJDJFDJDJD SO DETAILED AND JUST ❤️❤️

[yunoysl]

—in my room; 1k words

Warnings: fingering, very small size kink, unprotected sex, spanking (just once), creampie, the other 127 members hear them fucking

I really hope there’s no mistakes in this 🙂

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“There’s no way Haechan fucks Y/N good”

“Yeah there’s no way”

“I wouldn’t be shocked if the most they did was hold hands”

“Why are you guys talking about me like I’m not here” Haechan whined to them as they were teasing him. Haechan being teased by the rest of the members wasn’t anything new, but teasing him when it came to you definitely was.

“If you’re not giving her what she wants maybe one of us can do it”

“I give Y/N all the pleasure she needs!”

“Haechan you’re the youngest here, there’s no way you have any game” they kept continuing to tease him, ruffling his hair like a child and pinching his cheeks like he wasn’t 21 years old, cooing at him that he was ‘so cute’, not stopping until you finally showed up at the dorms to watch a movie.

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“Haechan don’t take them serious, they’re just teasing you” Your boyfriend has been sulking and pouting since you showed up to his dorm. Knowing you wouldn’t get an answer out of him as to why, you decided to ask the rest of the guys, and then you understood why he was upset.

“I’m still upset” he refuses to look your way, deciding to play with his fingers in his lap.

“Do you want me to go talk to them?”

“No” he grabbed you before you could fully get up and make your way to the closed door. “I just wanna be here with you”

You almost melted at how sweet he was. You didn’t bother protesting and decided to go into his arms and get comfortable while the movie finishes up.

You were on the verge of falling asleep when you felt Haechan start to trail his hands down from your arm to your thighs. At first you didn’t think anything of it but when you help his fingers feather over your clothes pussy, you knew what his intentions were.

“Hyuck, what are you doing”

“I’m just being loving towards my girlfriend, why is something wrong with that?”

“No, but, you’re not this affectionate unless we’re alone”

“Hmm, they won’t know what we’re doing” you decided to go with his words and just go pack to paying attention to the movie. Haechan apparently didn’t like that, as he started leaving kisses on your neck, occasionally sucking on the skin, making you hot and bothered.

“Hyuck, I’m trying to watch the movie”

“Then watch it, don’t mine me” he starts rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, making you instantly wet.

“That’s kinda hard to do when you’re starting to make me horny”

“So you do like it? You’re acting like you care about that stupid movie when you rather focus on me instead. And don’t lie” he moves his hand to the inside of your leggings, finding your wet clit and continuing to rub it, sometimes teasing you by making you think he’s going to shove a fingers inside you, then going back to give attention to your clit.

After a couple minutes he finally dips one finger inside you, taking your breath away. No matter how many times he fingers you, he still manages to stretch you out. After three fingers it was taking everything in you to not let out a loud moan, not wanting the other members to hear you.

“Hyuck, please” you grip his hand to stop him.

“Please what?”

“Your cock”

“My cock? You want my cock?”

“Yes, p-please”

“That’s all you had to tell me, I’ll do anything you want me to do” he took his fingers out from inside you, making you feel empty.

You were about to lay on the bed until Haechan stopped you, making you confused.

“You’re gonna ride me” you sighed, you’re not gonna lie you love riding him, but after a while it gets very exhausting, and Haechan has more stamina than you so it’s difficult trying to keep up with him, which eventually leads to him having to control your hips.

Haechan makes himself comfortable on the bed and you climb on top of him, already knowing you’re going to be sore tomorrow. Even though you’re fucked many times, you’re still not used to his size, making it take a while for you to sink down on him.

He doesn’t like how slow you’re being, taking matters into his own hands and guiding your body on top of him.

He doesn’t bother to hold back. You whine as he plows into you, careful to not be too loud. “H-Hyuck, they’re gonna hear me”

“That’s the point, now be louder so they can hear you clearly”

You don’t know how much longer you can hold back. He’s making you feel so good.

“God, your pussy’s so tight. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” You can only moan out a response to him, too engulfed in please to properly speak.

You yelled out his name as he placed his hands on your ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, making you moan his name and making his smile because he’s the one who’s making you feel like this. You didn’t care anymore, he felt so good, you had to let everyone know how good he was to you.

“So good! Don’t stop!” His hips reached a fast pace plowing inside you. He slapped your ass, knowing it drive you nuts when he did that.

“Do you love my cock?”

“Fuck, yes, yes, I love your cock so much. Please don’t stop!” You scream at him as his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You weren’t going to last much longer, you could feel it.

“H-Hyuck, m’ gonna cum”

“Cumming already for me?” He chuckled, his eyes roaming your face as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “That’s right, cum for me, cum all over my cock” you finish the same time as he shoots his cum inside you, staying inside to make sure it doesn’t leak out. When he pulls out he leaves the bedroom to grab tissues and clean you up, walking past the members who were standing outside his door.

“Okay we were wrong about him, he does have game”