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razziecat · 3 days ago
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In my opinion this is just more proof that they KNOW they voted for shitty things to happen to people. They just assumed that those shitty things wouldn't also happen to them.
And that's the part that proves they're also stupid.
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The only way people who lack empathy change is when bad things happens to them.
Let bad things happen to them. We need change from MAGA. A lot of change.
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thenerdofthegroup · 19 hours ago
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Just saw a post saying that Agatha had no reason to be angry and she is a terrible person for being angry at Rio…
Because…
Her child died.
Media literacy is dead. Jac’s work shouldn’t be talked about by people who make takes like ‘how dare Agatha be angry at Rio when her child died and Rio didn’t even go to Agatha to comfort her when she woke up! How dare she!!!!’ (This is a simplification. I shouldn’t have to put that because it’s obviously sarcasm and an oversimplification but… like I said… media literacy is dead and people can’t read context so-)
Note: before people AGAIN take what I said out of context: this is a complex situation. If you can’t see both sides then you shouldn’t be watching this show. The WHOLE point is that in their relationship they are both to blame and not to blame at all. Agatha was a grieving mother. She lost her child!!!! Literally the only thing that has loved her and been there constantly. Rio loves her more than anything but she isn’t. Always. There. That was shown. Agatha clearly wanted something to pour her love into all the time and not be alone
Rio shouldn’t have been pushed away and blamed for it. She was doing her job.
But to diminish Agatha pain completely to support Rio’s side is bollocks. I don’t have kids but I will say this: only people who don’t have kids will make that take. Because to lose a child must be the WORST pain a parent could ever experience. And she had the double barrel of guilt that her body failed her in growing him and not being able to save him due to her destructive magic. DOUBLE the pain.
And then a wonderful point my friend (a parent) brought up: Rio wasn’t there when Agatha woke up or when she buried him. It would be a VERY different story of Rio was there to support her and be with her. Yes Agatha would have been furious but she would have every right to be. But if Rio stayed and comforted we would have a very different story on our hands 🤷‍♀️ sorry but that’s the truth. Rio probably thought she was doing the right thing. Like what some friends do.
When I went through a terrible situation, my friends (who weren’t really friends but that’s not relevant) didn’t contact me or check up saying ‘well I thought you’d want to be left alone’.
No.
No one wants that.
Including the witch who has been left alone again and again. If Rio had stayed for when she woke up it would have been VERY different. (And I can’t think of a reason she didn’t. If anyone can apart from saying ‘doing her job elsewhere’ which to me is bollocks because she could have spared time. She had time to travel the road so that’s not gonna work on me when the love of her life lost their/her child)
So yeah… diminishing the main characters pain is… I’m not even gonna make a joke, fucking mental. Both can be wrong and both can be in pain. Rio lost Agatha. Agatha lost her child and Rio. Both are tragedies
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Jeez…
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yoru-exe · 1 day ago
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the shoujo of the century award goes to!!
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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 2 days ago
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From Ellaria and Oberyn to Helena and Peña to Acacius and Lucilla is a long road of I WANNA BE THE THIRD IN THIS for me.
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Pedro post-Oberyn arm muscles appreciation post
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marril96 · 2 days ago
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pomonarose · 2 days ago
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I'm sorry tier 9 demon king Ding Yuxi, you're still not as pretty as cat demon Ding Yuxi. 😔
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manontrashbeak · 2 days ago
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Trying to have a civil, intellectual conversation about Nesta and the Inner Circle with anti-Nesta people is like trying to have a civil, intellectual conversation with Trump supporters about politics
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agheesiallalong · 2 days ago
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I just love how fandom collectively HC Percy as somehow a "househusband", and who's able to cook pretty well. My son deserved bring portrayed like that.
Y'all percabeth domesticity is everything to me cause just picture this:
Annabeth comes back from her job as the Head architect for the newest palace in Olympus. She is tired- no, actually she is *exhausted*. Designing a palace for the gods is no easy job after all, and dare she say it- a pretty thankless one at that, but at least it pays well. Enough for the rent, at least.
She comes home to her small apartment in Manhattan with a blue sign on the door that reads "Chase-Jackson". Just the sight alone is enough to crease her weary face with a small smile as she fumbles for the keys to get the door, and as soon as she opens the door she's hit with that familiar scent of sea-salt caramel and strawberry cookies baking in the oven, along with the scent of whatever was simmering in the stove, but the smells of dinner cooking wasn't the only thing that greeted Annabeth though as Percy rushes to wrap her in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground a little as he did, filling her nose with the smell of sugar and salt water like he always did.
Just like that, all her stress and exhaustion from the day was gone, and Annabeth smiled.
Her shoulders relaxed as she giggled and kissed Percy on the cheek, complaining about how she couldn't breathe, but he doesn't budge as he carries her down to the couch where he still refuses to let her go.
Since dinner isn't ready yet, they just grab a plate full of blue sea-salt caramel and strawberry cookies (her favourite, as Percy had learnt) and the rest of the evening is spent with Annabeth telling Percy about everything that happened at her job, which despite the ADHD Percy always tries to give his full attention to, to the point where he has beef with several of her nastier coworkers.
It's his favourite part of the day, just sitting there and listening to his wise girl rant about her day, even if he didn't fully understand her sometimes. It didn't matter. He just loved listening to her, sometimes he'd tell her if something interesting happened during his day if he ran into a monster, or if he visited his parents and Estelle did something cute, or if he just did something new around the apartment.
When dinner is ready, they continue the conversation and eat on the couch while watching TV and cuddling. More often than nought fall asleep right there, although most of the time Percy carries Annabeth back to bed. She usually falls asleep first, poor girl is exhausted after a hard day's work after all, and Percy thinks it's adorable.
It took them a while to adapt to the simplicity of it all, of having a safe space where they don't have to keep watching their backs constantly or live in dread of the next quest that'd put their lives on the line. They still dreamed of that life sometimes, but the nightmares became fewer and fewer overtime when they slept together.
After all those years of struggle and living with their life on the line every day, they finally had the home they'd always wanted, both in each other and in their little apartment in Manhattan.
(this post was gonna be way longer, so instead I'm splitting it into a small fic and a bunch of headcanons that I'll post in a bit, hope you enjoyed!)
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talktonytome · 1 day ago
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Can we stop calling these people journalists? They’re more like glorified tabloid writers for fictional characters.
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lavendervirgos · 6 months ago
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Girls who suck your fingers after you've fingered them deserve the world. It's me. I'm girls.
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littlestarbeam · 8 months ago
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Camp Jupiter kids are private school kids and Camp Half-Blood kids are public school.
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chaos0pikachu · 6 months ago
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sorry but I so don't care that venom might not be in the mcu cause where the fuck would he and eddie even fit in the mcu? there's no chaotic sexy energy in the mcu i'm so sorry like the mcu's idea of sex is two dry pumps on a beach with ppl so pretty they might as well be ai generated the horniest thing they've done in their films is had steve rogers in a boob shirt and then they finished his story by becoming joe biden Venom would eat some cop's skull and the avengers would literally shit themselves they'd be like "OMG EDDIE YOU CAN'T GO AROUND EATING COPS" and Eddie would be like "I didn't that was my husband" and then John Watson would show up and be like "I'm an ally so I totally understand but also we don't allow the eating of law enforcement here" and Venom would try to eat John Watson while eddie calls the avengers neolibs in his head like THEY DON'T FIT IN THE MCU
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livelovecaliforniadreams · 5 months ago
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daisy-the-wild-flower · 15 hours ago
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Rafe has purpose to his actions. Legal or not. He knows what he's doing and why and when things don't go as planned he gets angry and reacts in a negative way. That's normal. Eveyone has negative reactions when things don't go their way. Is killing okay? Absolutely not. But he has a reason every single time. (Mostly because those people annoy him).
Topper is just an arrogant dick who thinks his world will crumble if he doesn't get to fuck Sarah.
"how do people hate Topper more than Rafe" you see, one of them is a killer and the other annoys the living shit out of me and everyone else. hope this helps.
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bobcatblahs · 2 months ago
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Anyone aspiring to hold any political office in any nation should have to be personally vetted and approved by David Tennant.
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carbonfiction · 2 months ago
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Line to cross
Summary: When DBF!oldman!Logan catches you in a compromising position.. You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..
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Warnings?: 18+themes, basically PWP, smut, female masturbation, caught masturbating, mentions of dildos, swearing, nipple play, f!reciving oral, slightly forced orgasm? Tiny bit of overstim? Lotta Praise, nicknames (princess and babydoll mostly) , just oldman!Logan's mouth being a warning of its own really..
Gotta admit i wrote this with nothing more than horny brain. Old man logan just.. Hits the spot yk.. Pun not fully intented..
Masterlist words: just under 2.5k
"Now.. What do we have here?" Logan rumbles as he stands heavy against your doorway, arms crossed with a smirk tugging at his lips.
You shriek and scramble, like ice water has been pushed through your veins, rushing to cover yourself from his gaze. Practically naked and beyond mortified as you stutter biwildered whilst trying to tug your top back over your breasts. “w-what the fuck are you doing?! How long have you been stood there?”
“..what am I doing? I think I should be the one asking you that, princess.”
He ignores the second part of your question and you feel yourself try to shrink to no avail, so you repete; voice breathlessly unsteady and not quite sure if you truly want the answer. “How fucking long Logan..”
there’s bite to your tone but not in the way you’d like, it comes out less aggressive and more meek; unsure and utterly mortified
“long enough” Logan simply shrugs, notchulantly stepping forward into the expanse of your room, clicking the door shut behind him. “wasn’t exactly planning on dropping in, figured you were out.. but then I heard you from downstairs, called my name sounded desperate.. so I assumed something was wrong..” he trails off with a motion of his hands.
Shame swirls In your gut that you hadn’t only been thinking of him, but had fucking moaned out his name..and done so loud enough that (even without his hightend senses) he’d heard you.
“looks like i was the one wrong. Hadn't expected to come up here and see daddies little angel fuckin herself stupid on some plastic cock.”
“W-wasn’t, Logan i-“ it’s a futile defense, pointless really considering what you think he’s seen of you.
“You weren’t what hm? Weren't whimpering my name? Weren't splitting that pretty pussy open to the though of me, trying to make yourself feel good?" Logans hand laces with yours, as he bares down on the matress to sit, a calloused thumb ghosting over your knuckles in an attempt at comfort despite the mockery of his tone. "S’okay princess, don’t have to hide it”
heat spreads from the tips of your ears down your neck, darkening the already hot flush of your cheeks. “Logan I- I swear I didn’t mean-“
“Didnt mean what? To fuck yourself stupid or for me to catch you? Cause babydoll it looks like you failed at both”
A sound bubbles from your throat at that. shame, embarrassment, horror, arousal.. All knotting together in a potent mix deep in your stomach.
Your legs subconsciously close tighter under the thin sheet, a move that doesn't go unnoticed under logans perception.
its also a move that further jostles the dildo still tucked inside you, the blunt head prodding against a spot that has your eyes rolling before you can stop them.
You whimper a panicked little sound at the humiliation; at the lack of friction, the pleasure still festering in your gut. The words that fall so mockingly from logans lips.
He doesnt need his senses to feel the shameful arousal that radiates from your haistily hidden body and it has him huffing in amusement; whilst you scold yourself further for not removing the toy in your panic.
"Cmon, open up.. let me help" he murmurs, his large free hand grasping and pulling at the blanket covering you. It slips down further, covering only your waist- You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..
And yet, you do. You want- need- to cross it with carelessness; with arousal burning your skin inside out.
You let him slip the fabric down past your hips. Past your clenched thighs, your knees, ankles. Until it sits in a discarded heap at the end of your bed.
Its the cool air of the room paired with the feeling of his calloused palm snaking its way back up your left leg that rouses you. "B-but logan, my dad is-"
"-Is gone. work called." he interups, his fingers kneading at the soft skin of your outer thigh. "Trust me s’okay.. S' just us. Me 'n you babydoll."
And with that said, a small reassured nod shaking your frame, his large hands pry your legs appart. Your body shuffles with his following, right leg coming to sit over the broad expance of his shirt clad shoulder, the bed creaking under the weight.
A scratchy kiss is planted just above each of your knees, logans beard rubbing as he shifts with you, coming to rest between your thighs.
The sounds of your heavy breath is the only thing filling the room until logan groans, deep and loud at the sight of your bare pussy still stuffed full of the the toy. "Fuckin lookatcha, already drooling.. such a needy little thing”
You keen at the feeling of his heavy hands touching your body, one sitting heavy on your lower stomach and the other resting against the base of the toy, careful not to move it just yet. You can tell by the way hes looking at you he's taking in the sight of your slick stuffed cunt.
"Want ya to show me what feels good, how you like to be touched.. show me what you were doin before i caught you" his words are quiet, mumbled against your thigh, yet demanding as his eyes find yours for that extra confirmation.
Your head moves in a nod but he tuts disapproving at the action. "Words princess, need ya to use em okay?"
"Y-yeah.. okay"
Wordlessly your hands drift back to your top, slipping it back to rest just below your collar bones, nipples perky and sensitive. It draws an exhale from your body as one hand comes up to your mouth, spit covering two fingers as you suck at them.
Once sufficiently wet they slip back against your left nipple, slick and shiney as you circle teasingly at the bud while your free hand gropes at the flesh on the other side, before moving to mirror the movements on the right. this time palm fondling against the swell of the left.
Your eyes fall closed at the sensations, quiet sounds falling from your lips; steady yet shy. Logan simply watches on, silent and enamored with every move you make.
Then your hand drifts once more, down your tummy and over the hand of his resting there, your touch soft and warm.
Theres a breathy sigh as you wrap your fingers around his on the base of the dildo as you push and pull back and forth. Alternating between the feeling of the silicon balls deep and the tip sitting bearly inside until it slips out with a thoroughly wet pop.
It's this time however logan cant muffle his groans at the sight; of you dragging his hand with the toy cock up and down your dripping slit. It further hardens his own cock sitting behind the denim of his jeans.
Logan lets go under your grip, using it to push your legs open wider as you slide the toy back inside; maintaining a steady pace. palm hitting your swolen clit with the force of your own thrusts. It feels good, fucking yourself like this with his eyes hungrily on you. It has you whining and keening, small uh uh uhs the longer you play but its not enough, not really.
Not when logan is laying between your legs with the knowledge of how to really get you off.
"L-logan, please.. Cant.. Doesnt feel as good myself" you huff and whine sounding akin to a petulant child not getting what she wants.. But in a cruel way you find thats true; while you aren't anywhere near a child anymore, you aren't getting what you really want.
The heavy hand that rests on your tummy moves down, until Logan's thumb presses on the hood of your clit. He tugs the swollen flesh back carefully and then smirks. He spits and you gasp. Yet he makes no moves, just watches it dribble down.
It has the need burning inside of you igniting further and under his touch you find any past embarrassment dissipating.
So you plead again, feeble and quiet, almost defeated. "P-please do something.. Need you to do it." you beg for the smallest movements, for anything he's willing to give.
And to your surprise... He does just that. He gives. The hand that opened your legs moving to shove away the fingers that wrap around the end of the silicon. Its done with an indignant shush when you whine; the dildo once again moving back and forth against your gummy walls. "Shh shh, s'okay I'll do it, you wanna fuck a plastic cock you've gotta at least do it properly princess”
The room fills with wet plap, plap, plaps, as logan keeps his quickened pace. Thrusting the toy steady as his eyes watch each motion hungrily.
"F-feels good.." you mumble squeezing at the meat of your tits, a hand coming down your stomach until it wraps tight around his thick forearm. Your nails dig in and he grunts at the sting of the crescent shapes denting his marred skin, but his movements never faulter.
Your eyes flutter and roll once more at a full thrust. The blunted bulbous tip prodding experimentally at that one spot again; slick and sticky silicone balls pressed flush against your ass as your hips try to buck for friction.
“ooh, there. we. go." logan huffs against your trembling thigh atop his shoulder, punctuating his words with three rougher thrusts. plunging the silicone dildo so deep you swear you feel it in your belly. "that’s the spot huh baby”
"M-mhm.. Close" You mumble through quiet moans. nodding quickly, lip bitten beneath your teeth as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Theres a tremble in your legs that grows the longer your body keens; back arching and hips writhing.
A condecenting chuckle slips from logan, dark and deep as he somehow manages to plunge the dildo faster and harder inside you.
The force makes your body jolt up the bed and you dont know if your scrambling towards or away from whats happening between your thighs. But you do find yourself greatful as your head hits the soft pillows; It happens the very same moment logans thumb finally, finally begins circling the pulsing bud of your clit.
Mindlessly you cry out, fingers pressing harder into your breast and logans forearm. "S-so close.. pleasepleaseplease"
His thumb moves faster, the rough pad slick and wet as you throb beneath his touch. Your body writhes as you moan out obscenities, the pleasure filled coil in your belly twisting tighter with every second that passes.
"Need you to do it babydoll, need to see you make a mess f'me." he growls, commanding.
Moments later you do just that. You cum with a such a visceral sob of his name that it wracks the entirety of your body; head thrown to the pillows and back arched so high it almost looks painful. White hot pleasure running through your veins as your stomach muscles heave.
Yet logan doesnt stop, doesnt let up his movements with his thumb or the now soaking toy cock, thrusting it with loud lewd noises of your cunt as it coats creamy with your release.
He simply coos out concoctions of praise; versions of 'that's it, Atta girl' and 'look so pretty when you cum' with his head pressed against your trembling thigh. Eyes dark and watching the way your slickend holes greadily clench.
He's hard, painfully so, but he knows this is a sight that he'll dream about later; his own slick cock in hand in the confines of his bedroom.
Overstimulation quickly threads its way into what was once overwhelming pleasure, turning the shocks into sparks. You writhe and moan under his hands, begging desperately as your hips buck frantic. "L-logan.. Im done- f-fuck s' too much, too much!"
"Ah ah" he tuts. "Your done when i say your done, need'a see you gush one more time" your eyes roll at that, the stimulation and the way his chapped lips press the words into your pubic bone.
Your eyes screw shut, brows furrowed as you struggle though the pain that with each movement winds your belly tighter. By now tears stream down your cheeks, hands grasping tight to anywhere you can reach of him; To push him away or pull him closer you still dont know.
The rubbing of his thumb on your pulsing clit ceases monetarily at the broken sounds you make and for a second you think hes letting up, going easy on you.
However the feeling of his hot mouth wrapping around the sensitive bud changes your mind. You squeal, loud and panicked, eyes flying open as your legs desperately try to shut around his head.
"N-nno no no" desperate hiccuped sobs falling from you as he laps and sucks, dildo still pushing into you, drawing you to the very edge of the burning pleasure pain in your gut.
"Do it princess, fuckin do it. Know you wanna" he mumbles wetly into your weeping pussy, tongue flicking in quick back and forths.
Your hips thump at his nose, coating the greying in his beard as you cum again. It's filled with a pain that drives the feeling of orgasm higher. your scream is silent, mouth opening and closing in wordless 'o' motions, brain so clouded your words fail.
The motions of the his mouth and the dildo slow until Logan's pulling off you. The sensitivity drawing a whine from your throat, while the the creamy coated sight of the silicone makes him groan loudly as he throw it somewhere on the bed.
For a while you lie there completely boneless, panting as your legs continue to tremble with the aftershocks, logan still resting between your thighs cooing softly. Hardly noticing the way he shuffles his way up your body until his spit soaked lips find your forehead.
"Good girl.. My good girl, Did so good f'me babydoll" he murmers softly against your skin between kisses, a contrast to his previous domineering tone.
You feel him gather your frame into him, the buttons of his shirt pressing into your skin as he lifts you from the bed bridal style. You smile up at him gently, meeting his gaze as your lashes flutter sleepily. His scent comforting as you wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling your head deeper into his chest; trying to burrow your own space inside.
His quiet chuckle is felt before you hear it, rumbing deep from his lungs as he pulls you tigher to him; heading for the bathroom. "Cute babydoll.. Real cute"
you whine at that, an exhausted but happy little sound as he leans his head down to kiss your hair before mumbling "lets getcha cleaned up hm? Ill take care of the sheets"
Eee- this has gotta be one of my favorite pieces I've ever written!! Lemme know whatchu think!! 🫶
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