#God is my everything. I say that and I feel it so deeply
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happyk44 · 2 days ago
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[ID: 1. Tweet from tatum @/planetgraves dated May 19th 2023: It's so awkward when you meet somebody that you really really like. Like yeah I'd do just about anything to keep our connection alive. So what. Do you wanna go eat or
2. Tags reading: #I want to know everything about you but instead I have to act cool in front of your friends and not text you a million times a day
3. Tags reading: #*says something beautiful & true* *2 seconds pass* did i make it weird with my earnest nature.
4. Tags reading: #i DO want to go eat.
5. Tags reading: #LOUD CENSOR BEEP
6. Tags reading: #i'm in this post and i want to bash my head against a brick
7. Tags reading: #FEELING THIS DEEPLY #like can we best friends already or
8. Tags reading: #me with anyone #if you see me being awkward and trying to make conversation with you. yeah this is why i'm so sorry
9. Tags reading: #IT'S SOOOOOO STUPID #life could be a fucking dream.
10. Tags reading: #and then #is this a crush #is this a 'this is a cool person' crush that will fade pretty fast or like a proper crush #or do i just not know how to be normal around people i think are cool?
11. Tags reading: #feeling this way about one particular person right now #like hiiiii do you like me and also can we hang out most days for the next 30 years :3
12. Tags reading: #how do you fucking talk to people #especially people you like #i am quaking in my boots
13. Tags reading: #how do you fucking talk to people #especially people you like #i am quaking in my boots
14. Tags reading: #i am incapable of acting cool and unbothered
15. Tags reading: #undescribed #what i say: wanna hang outside of [context] sometimes? #what i mean: please talk to me i want to be your friend soooo bad please let me be part of your life if only for a little please please ple
16. Tags reading: #ON GOD
17. Tags reading: #me. me me me me me. #i got that "omg please don't leave" swag
18. Tags reading: #me with my cousin's girlfriend #we met at a family event and i really liked her and then she texted me to hang out and i went insane #literally diagnosed as bipolar 2 weeks later
19. Tags reading: #yeah awful feeling. like do you want to um. idk. #eat dinner and watch youtube videos with me or um.
20. Tags reading: #feelings are embarrassing #miss me with that
21. Tags reading: #much like liz meon i just want to fast forward any relationship to 12 years in like we know we're friends then
22: Tags reading: #the pain of meeting someone super cool i wanna be friends with and have lots in common with but being too freakish to make good convo is the worst
23: Tags reading: #so embarrassing. sorry i think you're cool i don't have feelings though that's lame
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seungfl0wer · 2 days ago
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*𝙈𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡*
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Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Oral (M), Swallowing, Praise, Slight Subish Chan.
This was Requested. Using my Prompt list: 1. You’re driving me crazy, 30. Sit 40. Mine
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-🖤
Chan had kept the photoshoots a secret always loving to see your reaction to them. However the results came out before he was home. Lucky for you that’s what was all over your feed. The stunning pictures of your handsome man plastered everywhere. God how was he so good looking?
When he came home later you pulled him to the couch giving him a big kiss. “There’s my handsome model” you said smiling happily at him.
“I’m guessing you saw the pictures already?” He said with a chuckle.
“Mhm! You looked really- hot. But I mean you always do” you said with a cheeky smile.
You straddled him kissing him deeply hands pressed to his chest. “Channie, you know how good looking you are?” You say pulling away from him.
“I don’t think I’m that go-“ he started to say before you cut him off.
“You hush that mouth.” You said glaring at him. “Let me show you how good I think you always look?”
“How so?” He said tilting his head.
“You just Sit back and relax.” You said kissing his neck softly.
You kissed up his jaw before pulling yourself from him. Moving your body down so you were kneeling in front of him. You could see his face turning red already. You pulled at his sweats, he lifted up helping you pull them off. His semi hard cock already twitching at the thought of whatever you were gonna do.
You kissed his thighs nipping at them softly. A soft moan left his lips as your hand brushed against his balls. You smirked hand softly gripping at his cock. You looked up at him with big eyes “you’re so very handsome you know that? Your voice, your personality, just everything about you is just so perfect” you said.
Before he could respond you licked up his shaft sending shivers up his spine. His head already falling backwards. You took the opportunity to slowly take him back your throat hand coming up to cup his balls. You took him slowly eyes staring up at him. “Love, please- ah- you’re driving me crazy please I’m begging move faster” he whinned.
You pulled away to speak “I’ll do whatever you want if” you paused “if you agree.” You said with a smirk.
“Baby please-“ he begged.
“Say it. Say your handsome” you said your hand still playin with his balls.
“Fuck- ok Im handsome, Im your handsome model” he rambled.
“Good boy” you smiled before taking him once more.
You bobbed your head up and down taking his length in the whole way. You swirled your tongue around his shaft as you moved up taking extra time to suck softly at his tip. Long moans escaped his lips, his hands coming up to gentle lay on your head. He wasn’t trying to push your head more so trying to ground himself.
“Y/n fuck- just like that-“ he moaned out.
“Yeah? Feel good handsome?” You said.
“Fuck yes- feels so good- you’re s’good” he breathed out.
You couldn’t help but grin at his words. You started to take him back as far as possible. His tip hitting the back of your throat. His mind was going blank only the pleasure swirling around in his pretty little head. His jaw was slacked slightly open. A small bit of drool going down the side. He was so gone from the pleasure, somehow it made him even hotter.
His hand gripped tighter in your hair as his breathing labored. “Love- shit- shit- gonna cum- m’so close- please don’t stop” he begged. You didn’t of course. Only moving your head faster. Your hand fondling his balls more as you sucked him like your life depended on it.
His body was starting to shake, his legs stiffening as his orgasm approached. “You’re all mine, all mine channie” you said between breaths. With your words his head was spinning even more. His hips bucked up as he was cumming hard, hot cum dripping down your throat.
You licked your lips before coming up to him, kissing him lovingly. “I love you” you said smiling at him.
“I- love you too” he said breathily.
“You ok?” You asked.
“Yeah- yeah m’good. But” he paused a bit. “But I think I should return the favor. I wouldn’t be here without my sweet girl by my side” he said smiling. “I gotta catch my breath first” he said laughing. He scooped you in his arms holding onto you tightly. His mind still floaty.
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madamechrissy · 1 day ago
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Losing Control Now- Mafia Gojo part two Preview/snippet
It's HERE
Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader
CW: Sexual tension, hurt/comfort- gonna be angsty chap for our reader she's a lil bit of a mess, Toru gonna take care of her dw
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“What fucking happened!? Can you just share your location?” Satoru’s already desperate as he slips into his car, his driver waiting for his orders.
“You can’t see me like this.” You whisper miserably, sipping more of the cheap wine. “I am a fucking wreck, please don’t.”
“Do you live far from the bar?”
“No…”
“Then let me come see you.”
“Why?” You whisper, and he exhales, heart pounding as he hears it, the pain in your voice.
“I just want to see you. Please?” You sigh then, and he hears a ding, as you share your location.
“I’m telling you, I’m not good company right now.”
“I’m on my way.” As he hangs up, you take shaky hands, struggling as you go to the mirror, swiping at the pesky mascara trails from work makeup that’s been on for hours. You try to put yourself together, taking down your hair clip, letting it fall and frame your face, cheeks flushed, eyes puffy from tears.
When Satoru gets there, half your cheap bottle is down your throat, and you’re just a little wobbly as you open your door, Satoru presses you inside then, shutting the door quickly, your back against the cool wood. His hand cups your face, brushing over your heated skin, as you look up at him, like some fucking dream in the night, you take several breaths, just standing there.
“Shit, you are the prettiest mess I’ve seen.” He murmurs then, and you giggle through a fresh onslaught of tears, your hands trailing up his chest.
“You’re like the only good fucking thing right now, I know that’s too much. We just met… I know I sound insane.” Satoru shakes his head, leaning lower. “I’m going to scare you with all my baggage.”
“Can’t scare me, baby girl.” He murmurs, leaning even closer, tasting the wine on your breath, sighing. “Having a party?”
“A pity fucking party.” He laughs softly with you again, this stranger damn near gets you just looking at you, just standing here. Your body relaxes, your heart thrumming in your chest.
“Think I haven’t had a pity party?” His eyes are glimmering, so beautiful you fall into them then, hands trailing down his chest, lower, watching his snowy lashes flutter, his lips part.
“Want the long version or the short?” You whisper, and Satoru tilts his head, hands now trailing down the nip of your waist, still in your little work dress, and god you do look so sexy in it.
“We have a couple hours, and I have a driver, why don’t we just…” His big hands unbuckle the belt at your waist. “Relax, hmm?”
“Yeah, you want my cheap ass wine Mr. Gojo?” You tease, he smirks then, nodding.
“Show me what you have, think I’m bougie?”
“Sure do.” You giggle then, noses touching before you press your lips against his, and it takes everything in him not to just fuck you right on your door, to hold himself back and just let you flow, to be what you need. He kisses you though, so deeply, lapping at your lower lip, swollen from you biting it so much, a hand enwrapped in your loose hair.
“God, the cheap wine tastes good on you.” He says, and you sigh, pressing a kiss on his pointy chin. “Wanna get out of this work suit? Sexy as it is.”
“You want me undressed, huh?”
“What do you think?” Satoru presses against you, and you feel him, hot and hard against your tummy, making you gulp and tremble.
“I think you’re too perfect.”
“Pshh, me? You haven’t gotten to know all of me yet.”
“I want to. Shit, I-”
Satoru slams his lips on yours again, a hungrier kiss now, sliding the little houndstooth pattern blazer right off your shoulders, tongue slipping into your mouth deeper. “I wanna know you too.”
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kurooh · 6 hours ago
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would literally risk it all for muscly osamu...like when he has you trapped under him and he has his biceps around you in a headlock...could you please write a little drabble on osamu muscle brainrot 🙏
being manhandled… 🧘‍♀️ you are onto something babes
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osamu doesn’t take it well when you, as he puts it, try to ‘run’ from him. dragging your hips away and whining his name, complaining about how it’s too much so many times that your words start to run into each other—he doesn’t want to hear it.
he arches a brow and loops his arm around your neck in a way that makes you gasp. “stop kiddin’ yerself, babe.”
“‘samu,” you wail, sounding more pathetic than you intend, “wai—wait, it’s too much . . o-oh, i can’t.”
his abs flex against your lower back as he presses himself into you, nibbling at your neck. osamu’s got no idea as to why you doubt yourself so much, but it’s probably just a side effect of being fucked so well—you’re drunk on him, and getting dumber with every inch.
cream spills from your overflowing cunt, sloppily running down your inner thighs in thin rivulets while the rest squelches at the base of his cock. he almost feels bad for you, although he looks over your wrecked body with a sense of primal delight.
fuck, you’re shaking from the sting of having your ass slapped sore and then because of the way he’s fucking you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to.
thick muscle ripples under his skin, and osamu’s arm gets a little tighter around your neck. “yer talkin’ too much, baby. ya know ya can, and ya will.”
you moan deliriously, arching against him as if that was all you’d been waiting to hear. the corners of his lips lift in amusement, and he nips at your skin, hard enough to leave a bruise.
“like it when yer told what to do, huh?”
tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you whimper, called out. the tip of his cock kisses deeply, passionately against that sweet spot inside you, and it doesn’t help you to stay steady on all fours. osamu’s arm flexes again, and he rears back onto his knees, keeping you pinned against his chest.
you’re so cute, shaking like a leaf and mumbling his name now that his cock is able to go much deeper. “ya do, don’t ya? fuck, my baby’s so nasty.”
“all yours, osamu,” a sob leaves your parted lips and you reach desperately for your clit, “just don’t stop, ngh—right there, gonna make me cum.”
all his, huh? just for saying that, he’s gonna give you the most euphoric orgasm humanly possible. osamu’s faster than you, getting his fingers on your clit and touching just the way you like—you grasp at his fingers and grind into them.
it’s hard to say anything coherent when you’re seeing this many stars, and osamu’s cock twitches, just a little further from the edge than you are.
“f-fuuuck, oh my god—cumming, ‘m cumming!”
you ride the blissful wave, squeezing hard around his cock and dripping more sweetened slick. still rocking his hips into you, osamu holds you like a doll, mapping your body out with his touch and committing everything to memory. you’re shuddering by the time you come down, panting into his bicep and sinking comfortably into his grasp.
“good, baby. that was good,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck, feeling the pressure grow tighter in his body. “wanna be a doll ‘n give me another?”
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chessboredom · 22 hours ago
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Can we please get a rant on PV's characterization ? Asking both to hear your thoughts and to see if I need to reevaluate my own idea of it because accidentally mischaracterizing favourite characters is my biggest fear ":)
So I'm having the thing where "opening your favorite character's tag only to see mischaracterizations" That makes me go "Oh I can't wait to look at fanart of my blorbos in tumblr dot com!" only to remember that people play the English version(scum of the earth) and not the Korean version(literal Cookie Run Bible to me) and then feel like I directly get shotgunned at the face and I never open the tags ever again.
This is Not to say that "Your characterization is wrong!!" or me trying to discourage anyone. It's just not for me, das all. Go do whatever you want forever.
ANYWAYYYY
(I'm still continuin this LMAO)(NOT DONE YET UUGGHHHHHHH)(still isn't done but I'll just make a new post lol)
This also extends to Shadow Milk characterization because I cannot characterize one without the other as a compliment. (I have the Chronic Narrative Foil illness from being a dirkjohn shipper. That god forsaken ship rewires your brain. I've made people like them and I clearly see the impact.)
PV is not nice, he is kind. His actions take effort with no exchange. He could impact a group of people one day, they love him, but they disappear. This is the part where he lies. PV is self-sacrificial, and he says anything that would benefit his subjects happiness over himself. It's important for him that they be happy for their whole life because they are all fleeting but he isn't. He is immortal.
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(This is because I see people draw him hugging Smilk, which is something Smilk would HATE SO MUCH.)
He also changed from a patriarchic kingdom into a democratic kingdom.
And he isn't above violence, he just chooses to not participate in it until he didn't have a choice when they were fighting against Dark Enchantress. He protected his friends then stepped forward to attack her with everything he's got, and it's DARK MOON MAGIC. NO SOUL JAM. (I should mention that he USED TO be in the Middle position. This is a Smilk parallel.) Then gets SUCKED into a singularity she made which EXPLODED EVERYTHING AROUND THE KINGDOM TURNING IT INTO A BARREN WASTELAND, still manages to trap her in the Moonstone. He even enclosed the Vanilla Kingdom IN A TIME STASIS and IT FLOATS IN THE SKY. <-ALSO MADE WITH DARK MOON MAGIC, which is similar to SMILK'S DIMENSION but Smilk's has the future of the past and the present coexist.
(I correct my past assumptions about Healer Cookie now too.)
This so comes with the price of losing his memories, but his miraculous healing stayed. THIS was another parallel to him becoming "Truthless Recluse" (The Hermit of Truth in Korean) when Dark Enchantress said that he was "falling deeper and deeper into the abyss." PV's self was hidden in the dark side of the moon with the Light of Truth who was always calling out to him, until Gingerbrave came and changed everything, and then it made the voice louder. That's why his eyes were open majority of the time when he was Healer Cookie nearing the end of the Timeless Kingdom adventure, because he wasn't *full* Pure Vanilla yet. (PLURALITY MENTION!!) Healer Cookie is another personality who is taking place for Pure Vanilla's arrival. Until PV finally comes back, then reuniting once more with Healer Cookie, who is also himself.
Then he just sends Gingerbrave and Friends™️ into a quest to send letters to the other Ancients' kingdoms because he had to stay in the Vanilla kingdom, and the possible survivor's guilt he holds in that Dark Flour War and also to avoid the shock of having to meet them in person because you know he's understanding the situations they're possibly in since it's been decades since they met.
One Ancient who deeply cares for him as a friend is Hollyberry Cookie. Friendship gang's first meeting with Hollyberry Cookie was her PRETENDING to be a different cookie because of the CRUSHING GUILT she had of not being able to protect her friend that she abandoned her kingdom and her role as queen(sloth moment). And in one of PV's kingdom interactions with her is HB asking if he ate. 😭(I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MCUH)
(I WILL STILL NEED TO WATCH BEAST YEAST EP 1 - 2 AGAIN TO ADD TO THIS I SWAER. TO GO.D)
Skip to EP 7 - 8....
PV went to the Spire after they just found some totally (not) legit info about "Beast Binding Ritual," he met Fortune Teller Cookie, who was also himself(I cannot read tarot card. Might do that later), and then he was separated from the Friendship Gang because Smilk couldn't care less about them. Smilk wants Pv to focus on HIM. Main Character of the show. Not PV, the half-penny(fool or idiot). He literally puts himself into PV's memories, and then proceeds to tell PV that "I've been with you your WHOLE LIFE." "You need me." Okay projecting bitch. Shut up. That's bullshit.
PV doesn't need Smilk. PV has lived with no Smilk. It's the other way around. Smilk NEEDS PV. He's obsessed with him. Very obsessed that he is PROJECTING. In En he called PV his "other-half," but in Kr he called Pv his "lesser half." He is still in control. He does NOT want to see others authority over him, despite their theme of King and Jester.
Historically is that jesters where actually an incredibly valued part of royal family’s almost treated like a noble and were the closest to the king outside of his family. They where just silly goofy guys that they kept around. Jesters where so respected they would stand next to kings and help them make important decisions. A lot of jesters WERE scholars. They had to be diplomats in place of their kings.
At the time of Tr!PV, he wanted to push him to the BRINK OF BREAK DOWN. (Take a look at this freaky shit here.) But good thing Friendship Gang was there making him remember who he is, or else he would've actually became a Cookie of Lies, and remembers that his role and purpose, just like Healer Cookie, was to ACT like a different person until PV wakes up and becomes one again. This is a parallel to how Smilk has different identities in different times and ages, which are also himself.
Tr!PV's WORDS(in Korean) are so perfect, that he even manage to fool Smilk himself through making him think that HE has the upper hand. He even mentions it later when he was awakened. (I have to look for that part again.)
With his new awakened form making Smilk crash out for lying and being a traitor, and then he literally beats the shit out of Smilk 2-3 consecutive times because he's a stubborn child who doesn't want to. (Seeing fanart of PV hugging Smilk is so ??? to me. Smilk would rather DIE.)
DON'T GET ME STARTED WITH THIS. ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS DO NOT SHOW THIS LEVEL OF UNDERSTANDING IN HIS WORDS.
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Smilk wanted to end it all!!! He doesn't need PV. He doesn't need the Soul Jam. HE WANTS TO DESTROY IT ALL. (Goofy ahh tantrum.)
Now the part about Shadow Milk and touching, and being "touch-starved." But people seem to forget he is a CONTROL FREAK. He's gonna have some tantrum if the narrative isn't in his control. Yes, he would love the sense of touching PV, as long as he leads. He NEEDS to be in control. He NEEDS to be in the spot light or else he'll be weak and he doesn't want to be seen weak. Like, he's already accustomed to being starved of touch. And receiving it makes him feel sick. >> I answered an ask here.
And about ShadowVanilla; I keep seeing the joke "friendzone" and then seeing Smilk be disappointed which is... something... Like... The kind "relationship" Smilk made for them wasn't getting married, (but they are Metaphorically as Narrative Foils) it was FORCED through TORTURE because THAT'S ALL HE KNEW HOW TO MAKE A RELATIONSHIP. He wanted to share a soul with PV because it was his fear of being alone that he rather drown himself than face that Truth, and that was the ONLY TIME Smilk made himself vulnerable. Do you think he had a choice when the Witches created him with the other Virtues? They immediately had sentience with no young adult stage to meet naturally like how the Ancients slowly melded into a friend group, and they had no kingdoms to attend to back then. And the Virtues need to work together while being entrusted with a bunch of cookies, which for them is equivalent to taking care of ants.
And that being said, with the consideration Smilk is a literal cookie god who never felt a touch of another cookie in millennium, being invited into a friendship (with another cookie who he was not baked with in the dawn of time) is the most intimate shit he's going to get. He may Know everything(LITERAL NERD OVER HERE), but he never had Any EXPERIENCE. As slutty as he looks and acts, he is one. VIRGIN. LOSER. (TO ME!!)
To end this rant. Control Freak character weakness: Getting dicked down by some guy with a kind heart(who is unexpectedly freakier than Control Freak).
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captainlondonman · 20 hours ago
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PORTACABIN WORKIE
HI VIS
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The guys had all packed up for the weekend but a dirty van was still parked out the portacabin. No sign of life but then I was suddenly aware of a guy looking out one of the windows in my direction. I’d been sitting quietly reading the paper , well I say that but I was more interested in looking at the hiviz workies that might be around and who had been working on digging various holes in the road. So I pretended to look at the paper but aware I was being watched. Which workie was it? There was one I really got hard watching. A bruiser of a guy, always dirty, smoking and swearing loudly. He was a good 6’2” burly thick neck always in Hiviz jacket and usually jogging bottoms so when he bent down I could see a well formed black hairy arse and at the front it almost looked like he wore a cock ring as his cock stuck out making a horny outline when seen side on. He was always unshaven with close cropped black hair. He was not at all my type as usually it was fit , healthy well dressed guys but there was something about him that every time I could feel my cock hardening.
The portacabin door opened and shit it was him and he had been looking at me. However he showed no interest , shut the door got into his van and drove off. That’s a shame. So as I was about to get up I saw the door swing open. He had not locked up. It didn’t take much for me to walk over to shut it as no one would be around for the weekend so it might as well look safe.
I put my hand on the door to close and even though no one was around I could smell the stale odour to sweat and piss. He must have just pissed before leaving as in some ways it felt fresh. I’d never been in a workie cabin before and thought what the hell, this is a one off chance to check out. Besides my cock was already stiff as a brick. 
I got in and closed the door behind me.. What a bloody mess, there were clothes, hi viz trousers, jackets, helmets, gloves strewn everywhere. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages and it was thick with mud and tar. Unwashed cups lay on the table and a big bowl of butt ends.
However next to the door there were clothes neatly hung on a peg with boots on the floor under. There were a pair of ripped camoflague army type trousers, dirty with tar patches and well worn, in fact they looked as if never washed, a ripped blue sweat top, an army jersey where the person had smeared their hands across and holes all over it. At the back was a filthy orange Hi viz jacket covered in grime and tar marks. On the floor a well used pair of rigger boots with the steel caps showing and a pair of crusty grey socks that were once white. Next to the boots on the bench a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of beer.
I could smell the person who had worn these, the sweat, the cigarette smoke, the dirt and without thinking I started to examine the clothes rubbing my hands over them all. What made me do it I don’t know but I lifted the trousers off the peg and started smelling the crotch. Christ it smelt of piss. Obviously the guy was commando and I could see the piss marks where at times he had not shaken his dick. But there was another smell and I could see dried cum marks. Christ he was dirty bugger, obviously wanking on the job and allowing the final drips to stain the jeans. Without thinking I put my nose to the crotch for a quick sniff but as soon as I did a wave a being dirty took over and I rammed my face deep into the crotch breathing deeply and with every breath my cock got bigger and bigger. Thank God no one was around and the more I ran the crotch over my face so my hand started wanking slowly as I was  wanting to cum but at least not yet. I could smell the piss and cum on my face and loved it. There was only one way now and that was to put the clothes on. I quickly stripped everything off and stood there pure and naked with a throbbing cock. There would be time for that wank and when I came I know I would shoot everywhere but most of all I wanted to come inside his camoflague gear and leave my own  dried cum for him when he came in on Monday.
I sat on the  bench and pulled on the crusty socks. God they were yellow underneath and I could smell the cheese. They looked a bit big but I saw my feet fitted perfectly. Next the sweatshirt. I smelt the armpits and could sense the sweat. Did this guy ever wash. But I wanted his smell over my body. Next the camouflage. Like him I was going to be commando and when I pulled them up my cock stuck out like a tent. I could see some precum staining through. They fitted perfectly. As did the boots though they looked 2 sizes bigger than I would take. Then the army jersey and I smeared my hand across it as I pulled it down. God my hands suddenly looked dirty and I even had dirt in my fingernails. They looked bigger and real workie type stubby hands. Finally the HI VIZ jacket dirty smelly, tar marked which I zipped up. That was me in the gear. Christ this was great, beyond expectations. On the bench were a pair of gloves. That would just finish everything and I wanted to wank wearing the gloves and cum in the gear. What happened to the clean cut guy? This was not me. Was it the smell,?  thinking of Bruiser?,  christ what?  but I felt dirty and loved it. I picked up the packet of cigarettes and took one out. What for I didn’t smoke and hated it but now I wanted nothing more than to have a fag and a good deep puff. As I took it out I held it between thumb and second finger. Christ that was so workie but it was instinctive and I wanted a fag and now. But before lighting up I needed to wipe my nose and just drew my sleeve across my face and then brought up a good gob of spit and spat onto the floor. I would never do this but now it was me what I wanted. I felt dirty and a workie.
My cock was now rigid and I started massaging my balls with the gloves on while puffing on the fag with the other hand. I had to see what I looked like. There had to be a mirror some place. Next to the bog (bog? Surely WC) was a grimy spattered full length mirror. I walked over fag in one hand the other gloved hand still massaging my cock and balls. I stood in front of the mirror.
Fucking Hell, who the fuck is this. Shit man what the fuck is going on. This wasn’t even my voice, the words that spilled from my mouth were deep sounding Brummie accent. Jeesus what the fuck.
Standing there staring at me was a forty year old well built, a good beer belly lying over the waisband, in full gear, the cock sticking out, and what a size, fag in hand, shaved head and a good few days growth on his face. My hands were big thick and covered in black hair, with bitten dirty nails. I looked like a footie hooligan with thick neck, squashed nose. Where was the twenty year old fresh faced guy that’s me? I put my hand up to my face and wiped across and sure enough there was the same growth and as I wiped so the dirty gloves left a mark as if I’d been putting in a full day on the roads. 
Shit what the fuck has happened, yer a fucking workie. Shite I need a good puff. It was me speaking these words but not my voice.
Yet as I stared at myself and puffed the fag so my cock stood rigid and a leer came over my face. Fucking hell man you look a proper workie, its what you wanted, a right dirty smelling bugger. Christ man have that wank you deserve it.
As I started to massage the length of my cock through the material I heard a van draw up outside and then the van door closed. Fuck what’s going to happen now?
The door was flung open and in walked Bruiser.
I knew it’d be you he says smiling from one side of his face to another
Do you think I fuck off and leave the door open. Who do you think left these clothes you’re now in hanging just by the door. I knew you couldn’t fucking well resist. I just left you, went for a coffee and came back knowing full well I’d have a grimy mate like you standing here. Much fucking better than that cleancut college kid. Don’t look so fucking startled. Its what you wanted. A right dirty Brummie workie. It’s got you going man. A right fucking knob on there Shit you certainly got a big un. Much bigger than your college knob. Pass us a fag before you finish the lot off the way you’re going. Aint you going to say something.
I a’int the only one with a big dick mate. Shit that’s making one fucking large pole in your joggers. Christ this was me saying that and to Bruiser.
Too fucking right. I’ve had a hard on the whole way back hoping you’d be here looking just like this and you’re fucking better than I expected. I wanted a real workie and I certainly have one, he said dragging on his fag.
Then I ‘d better get to work on that cock of yours so come on, flip it out and let me see what you’re made off.
With one hand smoking his ciggie with the other he eased down the elastic of his joggers and flipped out his huge tool, a good 9inches.
Ain’t washed for a few days so you can get this stinking piece of meat down yer throat. We workies know how to give a bloody good blow job don’t we.
Too fucking right. I hope yer right and yer cocks stinks as I want the full taste of yer manhood.
I stubbed my fag out and was down on my knees smelling his cock. Christ he was right I could smell the piss and cum but its what I wanted and all the way down my throat. I wanted to savour his stinking dick so licked carefully around the head taking in the left over piss and taking the full thick shaft in my hands.
Get my prick down that throat of yours. I’m fucking horny as I have been waiting to see you and was wanking all the way here so I’m ready to put a load of cum all down that throat of yours.
Shit, Bruiser I said that’s one big dick to take but don’t worry I want the whole fucking load you can give me.
At that he grabbed me round the head and start pulling me in.
Breathe properly man and get it down you. That’s it. Slowly I felt his sweaty dick move down the back of my throat. He must have pissed just before he came as I had that tang in my mouth and loved it. 
That’s it man swallow my whole big prick. I only want workies on my cock and you’re the best I’ve made. Fucking dirty whore man. Go on suck it let me feel those lips of you right round the shaft. He pulled me in and set me out time after time swearing 
Yeah fuck it man, take it all, fucking dirty workie take all my cum.
I had hold of his legs and pushed and pulled them as he stood stock still
Suddenly he stopped shoving my head right up to his balls. 
Jesus I coming I hope you fucking gag on all that’s coming to you.
 I could feel his body tightening and then without any warning he screamed fucking hell and shot a fountain of cum down my throat. I wanted every drop of it and swallowed and swallowed but there was so much it was also spiliing out of my mouth and down my chin.
You know how to suck a man. Shit that was fucking great. Now take the last drop.
As I leant back I took my hiviz arm and wiped the cum off my mouth on chin leaving a big white smear across the jacket.
I ain’t rubbing that off mate so everyone can see I’ ve given you the best blowjob ever.
Too fucking right.
I stood up and as he flipped his cock back into his joggers he looked at my dick.
Now you need a bit of satisfying.
You know what Bruiser there’s only one way that’s going to be achieved I said rubbing my cock and unbuttoning the flies
And what’s that he said
I’m going to fuck you rigid I said as I pulled my prick out. Christ it was big and the foreskin slid back revealing a monster head
You wanted a workie, well you got one and this workie wants a fuck. Lets see that hairy ass of yours. 
I’d never fucked a guy in my life having always been the sub but now with the Brummie voice, looking like a footie bloke I wanted my cock up his arse.
Before he had time to reply I turned him round and pulled down the joggers round his knees.
Just what I thought a nice hairy ass and I love hairy ass for a good fuck. So bend over and spread those hairy beefy legs.
Take it easy mate that’s one big prick you have there but I want it deep inside. I knew you were the fucking type as soon as I walked in.
I put my hand between his crack and massaged the hairy bum finding the hole. I shoved in one finger and then two and Bruiser started to moan. Hope there’s a lot more than that coming.
Christ man once this dick of mine is up you you’ll know.
I gobbed up a good bit of spit and smeared it over my cock.
Putting my beefy hands in the gloves around him I started sliding it in. After the first wince it started sliding more easily.
I aint the first to have fucked you mate
Maybe not but youre the biggest. Christ its fucking great. Get it all the way
If that’s what you want I said as I rammed my dick the whole way up  and felt my balls swing against his arse. I felt the hair against me as he let out a long moan.
He was bent over the table sticking his arse out so he could feel the full thrust and my hands were round his waist. Christ he was hairy all over as my hands went round the front grabbing his belly.
You want a good fuck so I giving it. I started to pump slowing so I could savour every slow move and felt his muscles grab my cock inside him. The more he used his muscles the more I wanted to speed up the fuck.
Go on mate gie it to me fuckjng me hard as you want.
I was ramming my prick up and down and the quicker I rammed the nearer I was to spurting a great load.
Christ I’m ready. I could feel the cum leaving my balls and ready to explode. Shit I comin as I qickly took my cock out and let rip with a fountain of spunk all the way up his HiViz jacket.
Fuck man that arse has given me the best fuck ever I shouted in my Brummie voice.
Bruiser pulled up  his joggers and sat back on the bench. I wiped my cock with the gloves and smeared it over my jacket so the cum makes would harden nicely. I put my dick back in the camos and could see some staining coming thro from the left overs.
I never thought you’d be as good as that, he said. All my dreams come true when I set those clothes out for you. Give us a fag.
I lit up 2 fags and handed one to him. Both of us taking long draws.
Now then Mate he said, you have to decide as I’m about to lock up. Your old clothes are over there and then you can go back to reading your paper and being the little perv or we can turf them out in the nearest bin and you come back with me as a Brummie Workie.
I took another long draw, wiped my hand across my mouth and spat onto my jacket
Doesn’t seem as there much of a fucking decision to make, Bruiser. I’m a fucking butch workie who knows how to give a good fuck and can be as dirty as I fucking want. Bin those clothes, I’m.staying as I am This is the bloody life , a dirty workie, with some fags, booze, mucky work on the roads and best yet a good load of fucking with the lads.
When we get back to your place make sure  that cock of yours I had a taste off gets rammed up my arse. 
I put my gloved hand down and gave my balls and cock a good rub. Better get going Bruiser I’m as horny as fuck.
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awfullybigwardrobe44 · 18 days ago
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“I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind. What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.” —Ecclesiastes‬ ‭1‬:‭14‬-‭15‬ ‭ESV‬‬
So I just finished a read of the gospels and I decided to read Ecclesiastes after seeing a tumblr post a while ago about how it was kind of really cathartic to read with the current state of the world and whatnot.
I don’t know if I’m interpreting this right, because this chapter has my head spinning a little, but if I am seeing this right, Solomon is saying that he has seen everything that goes on on earth and his conclusion is not only that everything is vanity, but also that “What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.”
I think this is a good summary of the world, not just the one we live in today but the world that has existed since Adam and Eve sinned.
The world is hopelessly broken if not for God. We cannot fix the brokenness in the world or even inside ourselves. It’s all crooked, and it cannot be made straight without God.
And what is lacking cannot be counted. If you take God out of the picture, life is meaningless and there’s a vast gulf in it. If God is missing from life, the amount of lack a person experiences is indescribable and cannot be measured.
Those of you who know my story know I struggle with religious OCD, specifically about whether or not I am saved. Running parallel to that excruciating anxiety is a deep, personal, felt certainty that nothing in my life matters without God. If I don’t have God, I have nothing. Sure, there are other things that are important to me—friends, family, etc.—but those things are most valuable to me in light of them being a gift from God to me.
And I guess that since I feel this very deeply in my own life, it’s just kind of nice to see someone expressing this nearly 3,000 years ago. Truly, nothing has changed. There is nothing new under the sun. Thousands of years have passed, and even if thousands more pass, it will all be the same: nothing in this world can satisfy the desires God is meant to fill.
Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. —Psalm 73:25-26
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lunarharp · 10 months ago
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kitchen of witch hat vibes
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faithchel · 5 months ago
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finished hera & started lady macbeth and we have got to start blaming women for shit again for real
#this is a joke. but.#if i have to read one more retelling~ that’s just#‘but what if the woman was ASSAULTED ALL THE TIME and had NO AGENCY so everything bad she did was JUSTIFIED or a LIE???’ please stop#when you’re actively taking agency away from women written and portrayed in deeply patriachal cultures you’re not giving them a voice#youre taking the voice they had away.#women worked around and within the patriarchy while having feelings and ambitions and wants and dreams and flaws and virtues forever.#without the necessity of ‘but what if the MAN in her life was just SUPER EVIL and NOT NUANCED and she was just ASSAULTED’#what if no women wanted anything but SAFETY ever what if they were never power hungry or jealous or predatory ever themselves?#yes circe did this too if i have to see one more person say ‘oh except circe’ i will scream.#circe is literally like. the worst offender here.#pivoting back though sorry but it also all feels very bioessentialist PRESUMABLY without meaning to but ‘oh men are just inherently evil#with no nuance. nuance is for women and by nuance we mean was just super oppressed and wronged’ is uh haha actually terfy as fuck#good ol lady macunsexmeherebeth who definitely didn’t plot the whole thing to begin with for sure needs to be Given a Voice#i haven’t finished this one yet btw. i like this author’s work on the whole i just think this one is a swing and a miss because like.#this is not a woman who didn’t do anything and who didn’t have a voice.#if you want to show us her perspective in terms of her psychology and her inner workings and how she got to this place excellent wonderful#but not when the answer is just ‘but actually nothing was her fault ever!!!!!!’ like. lol let her want that crown for reasons that aren’t#my husband is abusive.#like oh my god.#same with hera you’re gonna go with the ONE tradition where she didn’t want to marry zeus#and all her rage is just about Injustice and the Patrairchy and not actual envy. okay.#she & zeus were an og most toxic couple of all time but they WERE in virtually all tradition a couple still who had times of reconciliation#and attachment.#like you know. actual toxic and abusive relationships do.#also it completely erased rhea who was actually the character whose story this more closely resembled#(warrior goddess with flop husband she finally schemes against)#instead she just. uh. went away oh no hera’s so afraid of being weak like mama she must break the cycle.#like okay this is the story you want to tell stop superimposing it on mythical entities from thousands of years ago then.#justice4rhea.#okay sorry. end rant.
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pergaminaa · 4 months ago
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omg hold on i just realized something!!!
the Blackbeak Matron is the ONLY one who knew about Manon's bloodline, like-- Manon is an actual fucking queen by birthright and the Matron is the only person who knew it because Manon never learned about this.
so remember when Asterin was telling Manon what happened to her with her hunter and witchling? The Matron warned Vesta and Sorrel not to bring it up to Manon or there will be dire consequences.
Now hear me out: Manon fucking loves Asterin. If she knew what her grandmother had done, she would have probably done something like take the Thirteen and just leave or something like that.
We all know how the Matron loved threatening Manon that she'd replace her, but while it worked on Manon, her grandmother never really intended to do that.
It's the same reason why she wanted Vesta and Sorrel to remain quiet: she has a literal fucking queen at her beck and call. Manon is ready to do anything for her grandmother just to get some praise, and the Matron isn't going to let go of that. It's why she needed Manon loyal to her (through fear because Manon didn't really trust her but she fears what she'd do)
So at the end of the day, the Matron was after more power. She kept Manon by her side through unorthodox tactics because she loved having so much control over her. And also because of Manon's royal blood, she can have so much.
I think it's also why she wasn't fully against Erawan showing interest in Manon. Because with that union, she will reign supreme.
It's just-- the way she played Manon for her whole life for no other reason than being a shitty person is what irks me the most. She literally used everything that is Manon and twisted it, turning it into something ugly.
I'm sorry but when Manon just killed Rhiannon without even questioning it? Just blindly obeying her grandmother because it's what she's been conditioned to do???
Later on, we see Manon really struggling between doing what is right and doing exactly what her grandmother wants even when she doesn't agree with it. Every time, her grandmother wins (until the part where she was about to execute Asterin) and I honestly think that the Matron was happy with how she has the actual Queen of Witches under her command.
#booklr#books and reading#throne of glass#manon blackbeak#tog#asterin blackbeak#empire of storms#kingdom of ash#queen of shadows#spoilers#hello i was just talking to myself about manon and I suddenly realized this???#the matron fucking orchestrated the whole thing#starting by killing her daughter and unleashing hell on her granddaughter#it's why she hates asterin#because she's probably the only person who can have power over manon#because manon actually loves her#and this whole thing irks the matron because she's anti feelings and she hates how despite all she did manon was still capable of loving#asterin (although she's terrible at showing this love but asterin bless her knows and she loves manon just the same)#anyway is there is a limit to how evil this woman is? probably not#she hurt manon so deeply-- starting with killing her parents then making her kill her sister without her even knowing it#constantly using asterin and the thirteen against her??#saying and doing everything that she said and done???#and my poor manon endured this for over a century like don't you get tired of this bullshit??? leave the girl alone for a change???#but no she she needed to torment her like this because that was how she controlled her#she's all about power and control and will stop at NOTHING to achieve this#this is why i say that manon is emotionally fragile#she's not aware of it because she never was allowed to feel it let alone name it and (god forbid) express it. like underneath it all she ha#so much hidden deep inside. i also feel like yrene will be the one to help her navigate those emotions and just... acknowledge them and#actually feel them. but this won't be easy at all because for over a hundred years it was drilled into her that this display is forbidden s#when those feelings come to the surface she'd try to push them down because it's a trauma response. she was never safe to feel or express
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"Everything you went through was meaningless." [St Voyager S3 E7: 'Sacred Ground']
#Serving Jesus realness#star trek screenshots#Janeway#iconic that all the aliens are like 'damn....that's crazy....anyway-' about Janeway HEHEHE they're like snickering behind their hands#I would be too honestly if some outsider tried to speedrun my ancient spiritual rituals#Love the vibe of 'this could all be hazing' they're putting out. Also I keep seeing the face paint on the guide woman as like a mic#honestly this woman's fucking hilarious HEHEHE#Janeway: I'm dying. / Alien Guide: We all die someday :) <- lady who just told her to stick in her hand in a poison jar#AHAHAHA THEY REALLY DID HAZE HER...I love these guys they're so nahnahnahbooboo-core#also the refrain 'Everything you went through was meaningless' ..... thinking BIG thoughts about post-voyager voy crew back on earth#I really do earnestly love the gleeful contempt vibe...it just seems so right. In a funny way but also in a way that's deeply true#the feeling of trying to find answers while you universe laughs and says there are none - it's meaningless - but you're welcome to go ahead#and try. If you find God you have the feeling it would just stare at you blankly. Then laugh.#Chakotay: Captain I've been so worried about you! Have you found a solution? / Janeway: Absolutely. I'm going to walk into the death shrine#Chakotay: (internally hysterical) Oh of COURSE!!!! no of COURSE she's going to walk into the DEATH SHRINE!!!!#great imagery in this one <3 folks who love religious imagery (me) will get a kick outta this one <3#anyway I love when star trek does hopeful eps like this...makes me tear up like. Yeah there could be a scientific explanation but that#doesn't make it MORE true or MORE real than the religious one - it's just as valid to believe in the spirits#Also those three old creeps were lovely <3 scared me and I like that! existential dread!
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rmbunnie · 2 months ago
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I know Morrison's Batman tends to be considered one of the greats, and I am definitely warming up to it more than I did on my initial read, but there are still some elements of it I found really didn't mesh with me. I feel like I can say this a lot more concisely than I did during my initial readthrough of Batman and Robin 2009, plus I've had more time to reflect and actually form a coherent opinion that wasn't a gut reaction, and keep in mind that I've read Batman and Robin in a vacuum Morrison-wise and can't speak on it in the larger context of their Batman run, but aside from just. very odd writing of certain characters, I feel like one of the more significant things that rubbed me the wrong way with this storyline was that a lot of the "weirdness" I'd seen hyped up felt either inconsistent enough that it didn't have a significant presence for me, especially towards the end of the run, or very surface-level.
One of the runs I see hyped up as some of Morrison's greatest work is Animal Man, especially for its metafictional ending. I haven't gotten around to reading it yet, but I expect that I'll enjoy it, or find it very interesting at the least (although author-inserts can come across a bit arrogant sometimes imo.) The point is I've heard good things, that it comes down to a very interesting and one-of-a-kind conflict in the end, which made me in some part hopeful for similar with Batman and Robin, (although I do have to admit I was reading it in part to see how off his Jason really could be.) I didn't really find that, tbh. There definitely were genuinely weird plot points with impact on the story which I feel were really successful, unfortunately it seems like a lot of them were at the cost of any prior characterization for the characters involved. Damian has steel implanted into his spine which allowed Deathstroke to control his movements and set off his emotional connection with Dick, Talia just had to be written horribly for it to happen. Sasha is a really interesting parallel to Damian/Robin-in-general. The conflict around her grotesque mask permanently fused onto her face and the fear that it'll kill her completely to take it off, the scene in which she gets said mask in the first place/the dollotrons, and the concept of a villain getting their own Robin in someone completely unrelated to Batman and the impact their legacy has had is all really original and cool, it's just that it's all dependent on a bewildering version of Jason that directly contradicts all previous characterization save BftC. To me the tradeoff doesn't feel necessary, but the events are inventive and have weight in the larger story.
In other areas though, especially as the run wrapped up, the zaniness that I see hyped up a lot, while providing a unique atmosphere, felt a lot like set dressing more than anything. In retrospect, the first time I really noticed this was the Professor Pyg dance page back in issue 2 or 3, I believe? But it became much more frequent towards the end of the series. The entire city becomes infected with a viral drug by Professor Pyg which isn't a major threat and doesn't serve anything in the story much besides being wacky, letting Professor Pyg say odd things about his mother sometimes and putting Commissioner Gordon... in a dress! Zany! (Professor Pyg is eventually... presumably?... torn apart by a parade of dollotrons and his narrative importance dies with him.) Alongside the Morrison-original villains like Dr. Hurt and Professor Pyg, there's a mysterious new player in town who's been orchestrating everything, and after a dozen issues of mystery it's the Joker, but wearing a mask and making edgy "differently-abled" jokes!
Dr. Hurt is interesting, and I liked his part of the story if I ignored the panels of auxiliary weirdness thrown on to add to the vibe, and I think there's something fun and interesting there about the legacy of Batman vs. artistic interpretations with his motive of ruining the Wayne's legacy (made more apparent with his talk about the Batcave being "the way it was meant to be in his head," the manor and Batcave "his to ruin," but Dr. Hurt kind of fades out of the story as Batman returns and is defeated by Joker, laying a banana peel on the ground. In the context of the theme of artistic interpretation and Morrison's commentary that they never cared to pretend the story was going to end with anything but a return to the classic Batman, I actually find this really interesting. A character heavily defined and reinvented by Morrison's writing being defeated by one of the most iconic Batman characters with a classic comedy trick from the 19th century feels like the conclusion to the contrast between Batman's legacy and the artistic license of the authors writing the comics: you can have your personalized elements, but the legacy of Batman is elastic and unlikely to be molded by them: certainly it won't be destroyed. Despite this, it didn't change the exhaustion of seeing the Gravedigger's mask come off and settling in for another comic where the Joker is gonna be doing classic zany Joker stuff.
As much as I'm frustrated with the way Talia and Jason are written during this run, I didn't entirely hate it, and the more I think about it, the more I find things I like. Some of my frustrations come down to taste, and are an unavoidable product of my personal taste differing from a pro comic author who had an established writing career while I was going to elementary school. I feel like some previous Batman comics were referenced in really exciting ways, for example the combination of Bruce's absence, a drug being used to gain control over citizens, an odd demonic presence, an imposter cult leader (If you can call Dr. Hurt that) prolonging his life through magical rituals, the background detail of complete chaos in the city, and one of the main villains being torn apart by a crowd of his followers, from the limited number of straight-up-Batman storylines I've read, felt pretty strongly like a nod to The Cult. But even considering the commentary on creative license vs. the consistency of Batman as a pop culture icon, the feeling of reading the comic was frequently that I was being convinced of a weirdness that didn't extend through the story down to the actual structure or plot points of the issue I was reading (with exceptions, such as the Sasha + Professor Pyg thing,) and although I appreciate the message of the return to status quo in the ending, with the hype of the story's inventiveness and uniqueness on my mind, it was kinda disappointing to realize halfway through that for all the weird window dressing, the story would be commiting to a much more traditional turn than what I was expecting.
#batman and robin 2009#I’ll concede that in order to have this much to say I do find it interesting and engaging#this is besides the point but i also feel like one of my issues is that every character read like a similar brand of dickish#i see it hyped up so much that morrison writes very realistic and human characters#and i suppose that assholishness is a human trait#but every character felt like they were perpetually sick of each other or at least were aiming VERY hard for a snappy one-liner#which in turn made me a bit sick of them#like that is one narrow avenue of realistic human#i'm not saying the joker has to be bringing light and love im just saying at times it felt one note#also “bat-god” was immensely corny to me#honestly? I don't think I would hate the concept of Morrison's Jason nearly so much if he just wasn't part of the main canon#let's be clear that is not Jason Todd but the storyline they have going on with him is an interesting narrative#it plays into the theme of staple Batman elements interestingly#it's just deeply incompatible with the character of Jason Todd in the Batman comic series established in 1939#he and talia really are just necessary sacrifices for the story that Morrison wants to tell while characters like Joker can evade that#by virtue of being pop culture icons#it could work well with a different character or it could work well as an alternate universe#I'm just frustrated that it's a total 180 from everything previously established#and now is just a phase the character went through where his entire personality and belief system changed#Morrison seems to find the Joker much more compelling than Jason and I differ from them drastically in that sense#The most lauded emotional moment they wrote for Jason was him quoting Joker in the Killing Joke and that's all I can really say on that#sometimes I consider the possibility that Jason's bizarre fixation on branding is meant to be commentary on the cause for his call-in death#being that readers found him intrinsically unlikeable in the wake of dick but before Robin as a legacy became a convention of Batman#but I don't really believe they're interested enough in his specific character one way or the other for that to be intended#my overall experience of reading Batman and Robin 2009 is looking a a painting and being like oh this is Really good#and then every single brushstroke is a middle finger that sucks really bad#batman#robin#dc comics#grant morrison
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girlitfeelsgood · 2 months ago
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I am getting so fed up with myself I just can't get myself to do anything
#like this is always a problem for me but it has been so bad lately#fear I need to be medicated but in typical me fashion I procrastinated calling the clinic I'm trying to go to for like 6 months#only got around to doing it like a month ago and they seem to have extremely long waitlist so I don't even know#if I'll be able to get an appointment before the summer#and if I don't I feel like I'll be completely fucked because my intention is to start studying fr in the autumn#and I want to try medication before then in the quite likely case that it won't work and will make me feel terrible#so that I don't have to deal with all that while starting studying#I just want to have things sorted by then but ofc that won't happen because I'm fucking useless and can't do anything#and the mental health care system in this region is so deeply fucking broken#and noting ever works out easily when it comes to me and medications#this has been a four year long journey and nothing has worked so far#also fear that when I made the application I didn't make my issues sound bad enough and they put me like last in the list#I mean I did say I was a student which sometimes makes you a priority but idek#anyways all this to say it's 17.30 and I've done nothing productive or enjoyable all day I've just been like buffering#and I've been like this nearly every day for the last several weeks and it's making me feel like a fucking waste of space#in general things are just Not Good right now#I've been sick for an entire month and I still feel like shit and I'm just so tired of everything#personal#and my fucking teeth hurt again GOD
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rxttenfish · 7 months ago
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starts hyperventilating as i repeat over and over that i have to make miranda and aaravi my ocs already i have to i have to i have to
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lunadivino · 6 months ago
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Dark Knight Diavolo as a concept would fuck so severely and that's definitely not my bias speaking sorry I keep thinking about it
#like. ouuuugjjggngnhnjgjjgbbbjgjjgbgjfkdkjfb#thant said i dont know how in depth i can talk about it on main without getting deeply embarrassed because the drk questline is like#deeply embedded into my psyche. it changed my neural pathways. i am irrevocably changed by it.#like ok. part of it is definitely the fact that its a relatively early questline (like in the grand scope of all the expansions)#where your character feels like they have a personality outside of Standard Happy To Help Adventurer.#like oh they are actually low-key kind of pissed off that they're at everyone's beck and call and often times not treated as a person#but as a tool. a weapon. dont you just want to lash out? bite the hand? tell everyone to fuck off and fend for themselves for once?#wouldn't you like to just run away? to leave everything behind? to be free of it all?#its so. Smiles Bigly.#and tje more embarrassing aspect for me is that its... i think the only instance in the game where the WoL can be interpreted#as being mentally ill. NOW. I KNOW THST WJEN I SAY MAGIC ROCK INDUCED PSYCHOSIS IT SOUNFS STUPID BUT. I PROMISE IN THE MOMENT#ITS FUCKING SCRUMPTIOUSSSSS#and theres layers to the events if you take into account the original JP versus NA localization#adn then theres the whole thing with Esteem and later on Myste and. Smiles Big. Haha. Hehe. Hahe.#when aspects of yourself manifest themselves into the physical world and challenge you. fuck. your honor its peam#but yeah all this to say that um i think it would be good for Diavolo. somehow.#oh and did i mention the power of love shit. tje power of Love <3#UGHHHHHHH AND THERES ALSO THE QUEST WHERE. OH MY GOD. 👁️ PARALLELS DETECTED#saving a child from being killed by her mother... after everything he did to trish? FUUUUUUUUUUCK#I NEED TO LAY DOWN
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stereax · 7 months ago
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saw you post 'listen before you go', thought you'd enjoy this:
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#sterechats :)#going through It. and by It let's just say. the worst loss of my life lol#but I don't think anyone wants to hear how I ruined it again#and how badly I miss them#and if they'd give me one more chance I'd be the happiest person in the world#they put up with so much shit I should never have put them through#I can't blame them for leaving I just wish I could show them how much they mean to me#that behind all of my masks and my anger I cared about them more than anything#and I'm just so damn scared of being vulnerable because I've learned vulnerability is weakness#and even though that's wrong and I know it is it's less vulnerable to close myself off and respond with rage#than it is to actually confront my own emotions and realize that I'm not a robot#that I have feelings and they're usually really big and overwhelming for me#and I have to step back and process these things on my own because it's unfair to others#because I can't keep treating my friends like they're responsible for my emotions and at fault for them#because I need to actually communicate my needs instead of assuming people know them#because these same patterns are why I keep losing friends over and over again#and if I don't fix them I'm never going to be able to maintain a friendship#god. if they're ever going to read this I hope they know how much they mean to me#and how deeply and truly sorry I am for everything I've done#and how I never want to hurt them ever again#and I'm crying again. it feels like all I'm ever doing recently is crying#you know that saying 'you don't realize what you have until it's gone'? yeah.#for all the shit I talked I'd do anything to hear them tell me about their f1 drivers again#I miss them so much it's killing me it feels like#I just. I don't think they're coming back#no matter how much I tell myself they just need a few weeks or months#I think I really fucked it up this time and I don't want to admit it to myself#because I don't think I can mentally accept that they're gone forever most likely#I just want to hope that they'll give me that one last chance and I can prove myself#I just want to talk to them again and it hurts so much
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