#I do not understand what is hard to grasp about this

[deanssun]

── .✦ soldier boy x reader 18+

SOLDIER BOY was mean and rough with you. especially when you acted bratty, or decided to tease him.

"oh, you're in for it now little girl." he growled, his big hands, much bigger than yours, grasp onto your hips in a bruising hold. his jean-clad knee pulls apart your thighs, situating itself right below your dripping cunt. the white lace panties you'd been wearing were now translucent almost. your puffy folds could be seen through the damp fabric.

one hand found itself on your ass, grabbing the globe of fat harshly. smacking it as hard as he felt was needed. a moan left you at the sensation, the warmth igniting from just one slap edged you on. your body throbbing for his touch, heat pooled all inside you. his presence only fueled the fire.

"please, ben..touch me!" you pleaded with him, hips attempting to buck into his thigh, craving some friction. though a quick slap on your thigh finally helped you understand how much trouble you were in.

"only good girls get my cock, bad girls get punished. and you have been a bad fuckin' girl. you modern women, thinkin' it's all fine and dandy to leave their man with this-" he motioned towards imprint in his jeans, which almost looked like they were about to burst at the crotch.

not like you would've minded.

"so, you're gonna sit 'ere and take what i fuckin' give ya." soldier boy emphasized, brushing a finger of your clit. the slight friction causing a new wave of warmth to flood throughout your body.

you were in for a long night, and only you wished that most of it was spent on his dick, but you were 'bad' and had to be punished. you would do it again though, in a heart-beat if it meant seeing him all worked up like this..

SOLDIER BOYS cock slammed into your tight heat. the squelching noise of your wetness mixed with his seed filled the room. a white ring had formed around the base of his dick. his relentless pace brought you to the edge each time his thick shaft brushed against your cervix. hitting that one spot deep inside you just right...and when you were about to cum, he'd stop.

"you really thought i would let you cum so soon? needy whore, always wantin' and never givin'. just let yer' daddy use you, i deserve this anyway. you were such a fuckin' tease earlier.." his fingers tug on your scalp, pulling your head back to meet his. lips crashing onto each others as he continuously pumps you full.

after hours of filling you up with his warm cum, hole dripping everytime he'd slide out and push back in, his calloused fingers began to rub your clit. giving attention to the sensitive bud, as his mouth worked on your neck. teeth marks and hickeys litters the skin, there was no way to cover them up. and that's how he liked it.

your orgasm crashed over you like a thousand nukes, ones of great pleasure though. your small body shook and shuddered against him, his hips slapping against your ass as his thrusts never faltered. you were bruised and spent, just how he wanted you. ben never was one for aftercare, yet he stayed inside you, lighting a cigarette and holding it to your lips. as you took a drag, the smoke filling your lungs he'd mutter-

"atta girl.."

sunny yaps! THIS IS MY FIRST SOLDIER BOY SMUT AHHHH!! I AM TRYING TO GET THE HANG OF WRITING SEX SO PLEASE COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!! PLEASE LMK IF THIS IS ENJOYABLE BC IDKK 😥 I LOVE UU ALL!!

[imagionationstation]

Whats your opinion of the Rise community’s impression of 2012 splinter? For me I think he’s a very nice guy just unprepared like bro just got shoved four children

Uh this was random

I just want to make a note of something:

I’ve spent so long trying to come up with a response to this because I can think of some people who are pretty deep in the RISE fandom who are like “2012Splints ain’t that bad tho”. So addressing the entire fandom is actually more difficult than it sounds concerning Splinter.

So instead of addressing the entire community, which would put many people in boxes that they don’t fit in, I’m going to use this Ask to make a statement about the whole Rise VS 2012 debate.

So my firm opinion that I will give is this:

You cannot forgive Rise Splinter without forgiving 2012 Splinter.

And for the 2012 Fandom:

You cannot understand 2012 Splinter without understanding Rise.

You cannot say that you honestly grasp the extent of one trauma/depression without acknowledging the existence of the other. Both Splinters have similar building blocks of trauma (forcefully separated from someone who they love dearly, forced to fight for their lives for who knows how many weeks/months, forced to live/adapt to a body that’s not their own, and forced care for helpless mutant children on top of it all) but their ways of dealing with it are different ONLY because of their different upbringings.

Their traumas are the same but their history is different. (No, you can’t use the ‘well one is a struggling immigrant and the other isn’t’, because Yoshi literally grew up in Japan. He only moved to New York because that’s what Shen wanted. So he has more connection to his origins than Lou has. But that really is beside the point.)

Anyone can have the argument that they feel that one Splinter is the ‘lesser evil’ in this scenario. There are some pretty good debates for both sides, but you cannot claim to have any sort of proof that one Splinter loves his sons more than the other.

You can’t. It’s ignorant and untrue. And I stand by that.

After all, they both kept and raised four mutant children.

And I know that’s a pretty obvious piece of lore, but I don’t think most people truly realize just how monumental that is.

It’s hard enough to raise one child, and harder still two, but four mutant infants? All on your own while trying to manage a new body with no outside help of any kind- and dealing with the fact that their entire infant hood would be a guessing game of do I have any idea if this would hurt/kill the turtle side of them? Not to mention the patience it would take raising children with super strength and amazing abilities that most parents don’t have to deal with?

Four children- all with different mental capacities, all with the different dreams and desires, all the different wants and hates, all the different fears and struggles and tantrums, and you have to learn how to understand and raise all of those personalities (because toddlers absolutely have MASSIVE personalities) all at once.

All of the variables that came into raising them, all those reasons that would make life beyond difficult, all the temptation not to, and these men pilled with trauma and grief still looked at the tiny freaks of nature and went: Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be their dad.

Just like there are many different love languages, there are also many different ways of showing your love. RISE Splinter did it in the big ways while often neglecting the small, and 2012 Splinter did it in the small ways well often neglecting the big.

One man does not have worse trauma than the other.

One man does not have more love for his children.

You will never be able to convince me that you truly understand what 2012 has gone through but still hate him, if you cannot acknowledge that there might be a reason for you to hate Rise too.

If you cannot comprehend understanding/forgiving 2012 then I really don’t think you truly understand/forgive Rise either.

So, yeah. That’s my hot take, ig.

[chibi76321]

For a JayVik WIP! (Season 2-Ep7 Spoilers)

Chapter 1

Jayce was clinging onto life for what felt like years. He had been stuck deep in that hole for days on end, weeks, months. And yet, it felt like an eternity. It had all been too much for him to handle. The broken leg, the weak body, the raw newt he was forced to eat..it had been pure torture. No one should ever have to experience what he went through. He wouldn't wish that upon anyone.

Jayce went through so much to get here. Now, he was face-to-face with the mage he'd thought about for so many years. The man that helped him through hard times and inspired him to mess with the Arcane, the worst decision he's ever made. But now, knowing this man's true identity, knowing what this world could become through the dark magic he's faced, he has found understanding in what he must do.

Jayce's large hands wrapped around the hex-corrupted hammer that has been here for so long. He pulled it from the hollowed body's grasp, looking to the older version of Viktor. He gave a smile of thanks before he was surrounded with a blue aura of magic. The mage began to swirl his staff around. Jayce closed his eyes, soaking in this power that he recognized from so long ago. He felt like he was being transported. Soon enough, he could have his reality—the world he'd been so far from for what felt like so long. The place where he could put an end to all the bloodshed and make peace in Piltover. The place where he could stop Viktor from messing up this world more than he has. Where he could fulfill his promise to his best friend and finally destroy the Hexcore as he was always meant to do.

Slowly, he felt like he was floating on air. Once his feet were planted firmly on the ground again, Jayce opened his eyes. It took a minute for him to get used to the light that poured through the windows. He'd been stuck in a storm for so long that any sort of brightness was almost unfamiliar to him.

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything was a little blurry, but it looked like he was in the lab. As everything got clearer, Jayce realized he was in the lab. He hasn't been here in a good while. Last time he came here was with Ekko and Heimerdinger..but everything was out of place now.

He turned his head to the center of the room. The membrane that Viktor had been stuck in for so many days was gone. He never moved it. He turned to the work stations, noticing their cleanliness. He left it a mess before he left.

And before Jayce could even imagine this getting any weirder, he saw his partner. There was no way that was him. But..how could it not be? The ruffled brown locks, the academy uniform, the crutch that he made for him..it was all Viktor's.

He had no words. He kind of just stared blankly in the direction of his partner, questioning how the hell Viktor was here..and younger. This was a couple years..maybe months ago. He really couldn't tell. Everything went to shit only a couple months before Jayce entered the rune. Still though, it felt like it all went down so long ago. Viktor using Shimmer, him leaving, everything with the Hexcore..it was a lot.

Should he talk to him? Should he wait to be noticed? He didn't even know if he could move. All of this was so shocking and it was sudden. He was expecting to be somewhere else back home, not here.

Turning around, the younger version of Viktor pulled his goggles off after working on some gadgets. At first, he didn't seem to notice Jayce. At least, he didn't see his appearance, but clearly sensed his presence. He sighed.

"Honestly, Jayce," He gave a huff. "How many more times am I to remind you? Those councilors do not care for the people of the Undercity. They care about Piltover. It's their own little world to take care of, not Zau–.." He paused mid-sentence.

Jayce stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, large hand holding onto the hammer that was mostly just resting on the floor in his loose grip. He couldn't help but gaze at Viktor without a word. That accent..he forgot how much he missed hearing it. That sweet and gentle tone. The tongue that allowed his own name to roll from his mouth so perfectly. The care he took in making every word so clear, whether he was scolding him or simply explaining a project. Everything he did was so affectionate. He was always so full of love, but ever since he left Jayce alone in their lab, he no longer felt the warmth of his love.

Or maybe everything was just a dream. A long and terrible dream. Maybe this was a reality where all the pain and suffering never happened. One where he wasn't starving in a ravine for weeks, desperately trying to crawl his way out with a broken leg, eating raw salamander like it was candy.

Though, with the way Viktor was looking at him right now, so confused and speechless, it seemed this was not the reality he was hoping for. He had gone through anguish and it was clear this wasn't his Viktor. This wasn't the man he knew. He wasn't the man that had dreams for an evolution of humanity, a plan for Zaun and a plan to heal those poisoned by Shimmer.

Jayce managed to take a step, trying to remain hopeful, trying to think that maybe everything was back to normal. He tried to make himself believe this was truth. That the Viktor before him was the partner he knew and loved.

Still a WIP, so it's unpublished. The name will be; You Are My Dream.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

market update // national seed swap day 2025

geeeeez i have so many notifications here, i guess i really haven't been on here in a hot minute. it has been nuts prepping for my first *major* seed swap, and it legit was a major one. but now that it has been a week, i think i'm finally starting to catch up with things. but i want to share with y'all before i forget all my mental notes and stories!!

i personally took so very few photos, because after 5 minutes in i was SWAMPED!! there was a line the entire 2 hours of the swap, and at the end of the market we had to tape off the seed swap portion in order to pack up! i was genuinely only expecting a steady stream of curious people, but it was shoulder to shoulder people, courtiosuly helping one another find varieties of this or that and everyone talking and asking questions!

now for setup... i had myself, my farmer mama (sooo happy she was able to make it!!), a local community garden captain who i asked to volunteer so he could promote his community and network a bit himself, another fellow plant vendor at the market, and one other volunteer who knew nothing about gardening but LOVES to organized. and y'all... i could not have asked for a better team to help me. farmer mama helped me keep my panic attacks away from so many people in one place... the community garden captain helped put a smile on everyone's face and giving the regulars new info, the fellow vendor was acting like she was a salesman and got so many seeds flying off the tables by answering sooooo many questions, and the last volunteer kept all the tables nice and tidy throughout the swap and refilled when space opened up. it was truly amazing.

we had a total of 25 feet of table space, and every table was jam packed with seeds. i brought approx. 1,375 seed packets (+/- a few dozen between added donos the morning of and me shipping some out the week before). but the thing is... the tables never got empty because of the amount we also had donated back! we had books and nursery containers too. i left with more books than what i arrived with, and all the nursery containers were gone by end of the swap. which is good because i don't need any more of those 😅

i think, with the seeds donated day of, that there were more seeds saved personally than open seed packets than i expected. now, sadly, i'm going to have to get the word out that labeling seeds as "pumpkin" is... well... not all too helpful for anyone. but i have 350ish days to get that word out before the next seed swap. and i plan to! just... need to wind down from this event first, mentally.

ok so, i know that part of my autism is me legit not being able to grasp certain concepts of emotions... even with hubs best efforts i still can't understand empathy. but i also... ok sorry this is hard to explain so it'll be written poorly... but a ton of people kept congratulating me??? saying what i did was a "true accomplishment" and i "knocked this out of the part" and "you succeeded!!" but... this wasn't about me???? i didn't do this for me. i did this for everyone who needs food. for those who have been too scared to try and start seeds before. who have tried before but trying again was too high of an investment. i didn't do this for my benefit, nor for marketing, or anything. the community garden captain gained more social media followers than me, and that's EXACTLY what i wanted!! one woman, dressed as though she was just barely getting by, legitimately broke out into tears when she picked up one envelope, dug through her purse and asked how much and i said "everything on these tables are free!" she said thank you a few times before she couldn't hold it in and grabbed a few more packets and left. congratulate HER on having the means go grow when it obviously means so much to her! congratulate ao many others who now won't have to worry about how they're going to afford a garden this year when bills are so tight! i don't know... maybe i'm missing something. just... i don't need a pat on the back for helping people. this should be the norm, bar minimum, not an accomplishment.

...

anyway... notes for next year:

- have a better donation system. turns out a lot of people were putting the seeds on the table that they brought, and nobody realized it, so i couldn't properly thank those people when they did.

- make sure to get more companies to donate. i had 7 companies donate, but renee's garden donated over 600 seed packets alone while every other company was, like, 50 maximum. we are going to need quite a lot more next year...

- still debating on switching my company to non-profit or not. i've talked to an "official non-profit consultant" at the local community college but she didn't really answer my questions about my type of business. i'm definitely not doing any of this for money, but i need more funding if i want to make seed swaps not only bigger but in more locations, both in person and online. and i have soooo many ideas on how to do so. i just need to figure out the best way to do so, legally. i'm just scared of messing some sort of legal paperwork or taxes up when i switch to non-profit.

- try and get the same volunteer team. i could not have done it without them.

- grow. grow grow grow and grow.

that last note is for you, too.

just grow 🌱

[evilroachindustrial]

I'm sorry but like, the armies of Vasselheim are entirely in the right in immediately trying to stop the Bells Hells from reaching Exandria because from their perspective, these assholes are about to do the one thing this entire military operation was created to prevent: releasing the God-Eater.

The party expressly choosen by all the leaders of the world to save the day and stop Ludinus Da'leth's plan of releasing the God-Eater have instead decided to go entirely off book and release the God-Eater.

Literally every terrified and threatening reaction the party recieves from Vasselheim, Vox Machina, the Air Ashari, the Kryn, all the people they called their allies going into this is entirely justified because the Bells Hells have proven that they cannot be trusted at their word.

[scoobydoodean]

Oh, I see. You and all your little friends are just too DUMB to understand. Too low IQ. The arguments sure is convincing.

I’m not kidding they really are saying somewhere out there that Kripke couldn’t possibly understand what it means to be blue collar because to do that, you’d have to have read about the value of a linen coat (which is not directly related to any of this btw) from Marx’s Das Kapital. Kripke of course couldn’t possibly have read it, and if you haven’t read it, you can’t possibly understand anything about class. You have to have read Theory™️ to understand what it means to be *looks down my nose at people who I assume Have Not Read All The Books That I Did* blue collar *sips from tea cup with my pinky out, chortling*

[starry-eyer]

istg… how hard is it for people to understand that elia needed to have a male heir to secure her position in the royal court. a royal court that was becoming more and more divided as aerys sunk deeper into his madness while rhaegar began filling the court with his people, many of whom were dornish.

maesters compared aerys court to what the royal court looked like right before the dance! that’s how tense it was! rhaegar also has many parallels with daeron the good, and one of the most interesting parallels between these two characters is that both their fathers undermined their positions in the line of succession.

also, while elia having a male child does further secure rhaegar’s position, elia having a male child was actually much more important for her own sake.

if you don’t understand why elia having a male child as quickly as possible was necessary for her then maybe asoiaf is too intricate for you to understand.

btw rhaegar and elia needing a male heir to secure their positions at court and to secure rhaegar’s line in the succession for the throne is mainly due to the dance of the dragons because the greens usurped the blacks. to be specific, it’s because aegon usurped rhaenyra.

rhaenys never stood a chance at inheriting the throne. :/

[pangzi]

can we just talk about how incredible wandee goodday is with their narrative devices though? the foreshadowing is incredible. there's symbolism everywhere. the oyeicher/yakdee juxtapositions are so good. even though their words and actions might contradict each other, everything gets spelled out for us so clearly, it's beautiful.

[donut-entendre]

I say a lot that Wash isn't empathetic when talking about people giving him Carolina's personality, but I don't think that really explains my thinking. Empathy is too vague of a concept in discussion of character.

Wash cares a lot about people. Wash cares so much it hurts. He trains the Chorusans without being asked, on his own initiative. He doesn't leave the reds and blues at the first sign of trouble. He's traumatized by violence by his own hand that he still agrees with the logic of, he remembers what he's done to people and while he doesn't regret it, it still haunts him. He doesn't want to care so bad but he does, he cares so much that violence against relative strangers hurts. Even if it was his best choice. Even if it was his only choice.

Carolina doesn't want people to know violence like she does. Carolina wants to tackle the whole world to keep it away from the ones she loves. Carolina wants to be the one to handle everything, to keep war off the doorstep.

Washington knows violence, and well. He thinks it is something that sometimes is the best option. He knows how to make the people he loves capable of protecting themselves. So he does.

Carolina is someone who wants to protect. Washington is someone who wants to teach people to protect themselves. Carolina wants to be the one to offer shelter in the rain. Washington wants to burn the fire so hot and so bright the rain evaporates before it can ever touch them, so hot it never even comes down, so bright no one could ever get lost. And he wants to teach everyone he cares for just how to do it, too.

Just in case it ever rains.

[amelikos]

Spinel and Agate key frame.

[imaginarypasta]

i’ve been trying to get through hoh for literally like a week now but it’s so hard bc the way my fave nico is treated is absolutely ABYSMAL and i know it only gets worse

[zero-a]

people will go all "just be yourself and love yourself! :)" and then go "if you don't act the way i want, you gotta reprogram your entire way of thinking then reach into the very core of who you are and what makes you you, discard it, and replace it with this better, friendlier, more empathetic version that's coincidentally far more convenient for me to deal with than any other possible compromise we can make that you can do for me but doesn't stretch your mind to nothing but thin bands of what you'd consider 'You' :))))))"

[dandyshucks]

me feeling bad about being unaligned with binary gender and then i think about how Guz would just Get It right off the bat because honestly idk how it's such a hard concept for ppl to grasp 😭 and it makes me feel a little better fdsfjkl

[phynixdotcom]

My infatuation & subsequent obsession with media is often tied to the ways in which I am incapable of talking about them. Whether it's because of the abhorrent contents therein which demand too much; the incomprehensible nature of my feelings on the matter; the shoddy & underbaked construction; no matter what, there is always something within all my beloved interests make them hard (or even impossible) to talk about. Instead, I talk within myself in an endless echo of speculation & alteration, as a means to replicate the sounds of a room that is not so empty. I, on my own, (no matter how many of me I am in the moment,) will never be able to fully encapsulate the sounds of a room brimming with people, though, so I double down & try to chatter more, to make up my impossible deficit.

[basingstokemercury]

mem. if you write about things that are important to you don't be surprised when the story affects you emotionally.

[milfbrainrot]

the wilds would've been better if gretchen were like. smarter or somehow less ethical. the only way the show would still happen if she were smarter is if she were also less ethical. but also how do you get less ethical than dropping a bunch of kids on deserted islands and making them think their planes crashed to study them like bugs.