#I needed to get it out

[tidesreach]

i need some of you to understand that christopher is traumatised. this is something the show has established. he has a lot of unresolved trauma about shannon. the beginning of s7 made a point of that. like, this idea that being faced with a doppelganger of your dead mother who you are extremely fucked up about is not that big of a deal. or not something to be this angry and upset about. that's crazy to me actually. like, i don't think some of you have considered how insanely triggering and retraumatising that would be. i hate this storyline and how contrived it is but uh. parental trauma is very real. can we not like, blame the child in this situation. i fear some of you don't think of children as actual people with real and valid emotions. christopher is not in the wrong for still being angry. his grandparents are in the wrong for taking advantage and continuing to take advantage of that for their own gain.

[dirkydirkyheart]

As Above So Below

[e-nonsense]

PROMPT LIST — SMUT EDITION

“come on pretty girl, gimme some tears.”

“Oh baby you’re so pretty when you beg. Wanna hear more, yeah?

“Gonna let daddy hear ya?”

“Keep your legs open doll, I’m still hungry.”

“We’re not going anymore, get on the bed.”

“Fuck— this is all you’re good for huh? Slut.”

“Eyes on me.”

“Fuck— fuck, shit baby slow down”

“Off. Take it all off.”

“Gonna fuck you like I hate you.”

“Such a pretty girl, got an even prettier pussy.”

“You mad? Wanna sit on my face?”

“Gonna paint you with my teeth.”

“Up and down baby. Thought you said you could do it.”

“You were so mouthy before, doll. No words in the pretty little head, or have I fucked it out of you?”

“Gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

“You’re gonna pretty baby, all you gotta do is lay there and take it.”

“Stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? Wanted me to fuck you like I hate you.”

“Oh baby, if they could see you now. Bet you’d like that, all those people watching me fuck you.”

“Shit baby— that’s it. Fuck me, sweet thing.”

“Gonna eat you out after this, you like that? ‘Course you do, so greedy.”

“Yeah. That’s it make a mess of me doll.”

“Give me one more, you can do it. One more for baby, please I need it.”

“Baby— please. Princess, just put it in, please i need to feel you. Just the tip please.”

“Harder? Hm, you want more. Thought so.”

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock.”

“In my face, put them in my face.”

“Scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. Show them I’m yours.”

“Such a pretty girl, how can you not see that? Prettiest lady I’ve ever seen.”

“You offering? ‘Cause if you are, I have a few ideas.”

“That’s it, brat. You’ll take it because I said so.”

“Love you, I love you. I— shit. So in love with you baby girl.”

“Gonna make you a momma, you want that? You gonna make me a daddy?”

“You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine. Mine.”

“Whose pussy is this? That’s right, it’s mine.”

“Lipstick? Pretty colour, it’d look great around my dick.”

“You’re mine, right baby. I need to hear you say it.”

“Did you see the way that fucker was eyeing you? Bastard needs to know you’re mine.”

“I dunno baby, you don’t sound like you want it. Why don’t you beg some more.”

“This is what you needed huh? To be split in half by my cock?”

“Such a brat, still talking back.”

“You said you wanted this, so take it.”

“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. You can take i know you can.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[foliosriot]

very nsfw/18+ only thought i am unable to get out of my head no matter how hard i try

MDNI ok this is filthy jfc

you think you may be on your third orgasm, but it’s a little hard to tell with how good he’s making you feel.

so far, he’s made you come with only his mouth and fingers. his hands are burning brands into your skin and your thighs are aching and your fingers are buried in his hair gripping and tugging at the roots.

you’ve never been this fucked out.

and before you know it another orgasm washes over you. was this your fourth one? fifth? honestly, you don’t care anymore.

there’s a sudden emptiness to you as he retracts his fingers from your pussy. your eyes are half open, and you watch as he inserts each of his tattooed digits into his mouth and licking them clean, never breaking eye contact with you. the sight is indescribable in your jelly-like state.

then he’s hovering right above you and his mouth is on yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“you okay, baby?” he murmurs against your lips.

you nod.

“use your words.”

you groan. “‘m good,” you breathe out. “feels good…”

“you think you can give me one more?” he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck.

your body aches at the thought, but you can’t stop yourself from murmuring a quiet yes. he sinks his teeth into the flesh at the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you’re keening against him. he stays like that for a bit, biting and sucking at your skin gently then smoothing it over with his tongue then repeats a few times.

there is definitely going to be a hickey there. but you don’t care — there are many more all over your body, and his. (the ones marring his skin aren’t as visible because they seem to blending in with his extensive collection of tattoos. damn. you’ll have to try harder.)

he shifts and you can feel his cock prodding at your inner thigh. then he’s pushing in slowly, causing you to cry out.

his breath is scalding hot against your collarbones. you’re whimpering at the sensation coupled with the shallow thrusts. your fingernails are digging in to his freckled shoulders. he’s cursing and moaning softly, his lips pressed to your skin.

“ah— n-noah—“ he’s pushing in deeper and it has a strangled moan escaping your mouth. “‘is not gonna fit— ah-ah—“

one of noah’s hands slips under your knee and drags it towards your chest, and he immediately pushes in even further. that has you moaning and crying out in pleasure.

“yeah, it will,” he pants. his face is parallel to yours again, your noses brushing. “done it before. you can do it— a-ah, shit— again, right? such a good girl for me.”

you don’t respond, but then he’s bottomed out and isn’t doing anything. you begin begging him to move.

noah pulls out, almost all the way to the tip, and thrusts back in viciously. he sets a steady pace, but not one where you would be coming too fast, or waiting another ten minutes (‘cause god, he loves edging you).

you turn into a whimpering, moaning mess beneath his sweaty body. he’s making you feel so good. why can’t every day be like this, you ask yourself deliriously.

you can feel your orgasm approaching. and noah knows it, because he picks up his pace until he’s slamming into you. your lips find his just as you’re coming and he breathes in your sounds while you writhe underneath him.

then he stiffens and is spilling into you. you feel all warm on the inside as he comes, and you can feel some slipping down your legs.

noah has his mouth against your neck, and your skin vibrates with his words:

“told you y’had one more.”

[capyfroyo]

Pixal cant and doesnt need to eat, but sometimes, after working on a mech for a long time, or if its a hot day, she chews ice and the water can cool her system down. The ninja make her slushies (just ice and food coloring) so that she doesn’t feel awkward sitting at the table with them while they eat. Sometimes zane will make her full ice-meals. Just ice carved into whatever everyone else is eating.

[ashertickler]

The first time Asher realizes he had feelings for David is when he comforted him after he fell off the tree in his backyard. The first time he kissed David was a little after Gabe's death.

~ 🦇🦑

STOP STOP OH MY GOD I CAN IMAGINE IT WAIT-

brain dump ramble about David x Asher below teehee 😸

Asher's softly sobbing after his arm got fixed and in a sling, and David isn't mad at him or grouchy... he looks worried? Concerned. David didn't comprehend the concept of death at that young age but in the moment where he saw Asher wailing and screaming on the ground with his arm looking... unnatural, scarily bent, blood pooling beneath it, he assumed the worst. And it hit him, what if that was death? And... if it happened to Asher? It mentally broke him, and in the aftermath David wouldn't leave Asher's side, always watching. Making sure Asher didn't slip away when he wasn't looking, making sure Asher was still with him.

Asher noticed the change in David instantly. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand. He knows all too well how easily he gets under David's skin, so to see his usually grouchy buddy so... soft? Always around Asher, holding his hand, helping him up and down stairs, even helping him eat anytime they had a meal together... Asher felt something more than friendship. His heart swelled... but he couldn't name this feeling. Oh, it's probably just super friendship! Yeah... like we're soul buddies! I don't want him to stop being this way around me...

---

After Gabe's post mortum, the Shaw Pack was inconsolable. Especially David, who'd now lost both parents and had the responsibility of being pack alpha imminently upon his shoulders. It broke everyone to hear about the passing of their beloved alpha, but for Asher... he couldn't stop worrying about David. How could he cope? How could he function? How lonely must he feel... and how sick with worry Asher felt at the thought. His thoughts were consumed my David, and it reached a point where he couldn't bare to spend time away from him. Asher swore he would always be by David's side, cos that's what soul buddies do, right? At night, he would hold David as he wept in only Asher's arms, then put a reassuring hand on David's shoulder during the day as David mustered up what little energy he had to tend to the pack and deal with the funeral arrangements. Asher could only watch with pained eyes as David struggled with all the duties he and Frank would soldier through, noting every laboured exhale his best friend shuddered out.

Asher noticed a lot of painful behaviours in David in the days after Gabe's death... but one struck him hard. Not out of worry, but instead with how his heart would swell. David became clingy. Which for David was incredibly difficult to decipher and point out. But Asher noticed. As he had always done, as he had always noticed whenever David's behaviour changed. Whenever it changed towards Ash.

Lingering touches. Hugs that lasted too long. Brushes of his hand against Asher's arm. Leaning into Asher's reassuring and grounding touch. Small nuzzles when crying into Asher's chest and shoulders when the pain of his father's death hit hardest, particularly in the lonely nights where he would have to sleep in his family's apartment alone. One night, David couldn't handle it. He needed Asher. One short call later, Asher had packed his bags and decided to move into the Shaw apartment for David. For his soul buddy. During the night, with Asher cradling David in his arms as he rambled about the funeral to come in the following days, David felt content. For the first time in the days that felt like years after Gabe's passing, being in Asher's arms felt like home. He finally felt warm again. Whole again. All it took was a sharp gulp and a yearning, tear-stained look at Asher for Ash to realise the feeling from his best friend in front of him. Asher cupped David's face and stroked his cheek, I'm always here for you David, and David choked up before breaking into a smile. A small one, but his first smile in... too long. He's smiling... I made him smile. Asher couldn't contain the surge of emotion any longer, it had remained dormant since he broke his arm. The unrequited yearning, the naive hoping, maybe this was the moment-

Thank you, Ash. For always being the one stable force in my life. David, smiling as a tear trails down his cheek, leans in to peck a kiss on Asher's cheek. And Asher freezes, his cheeks turning a soft pink. David stares, his heart skipping a beat, worried he'd been too bold, if this was stupid, if he fucked up, if he'd lose asher too-

Until Asher tilted his head and kissed David, closing his eyes and smiling into the kiss, cupping David's face as David brought his hand to Asher's head and held it before breaking apart. Foreheads touching, they stared into each other's eyes and smiled, before Asher broke into a giggle and David followed suit.

We'll be ok.

(tagging @dawnofiight lucid pookie for when you come back... my fellow dasher stan I hope you like this absolute word dump brain fart of a thingy about our sillies dasher... miss you dookie)

[lucindasthighs]

ein being obsessed with aaron instead of aphmau is bouncing around in my head so hard.

“ein kidnap-brainwashes aph because hes in love with her like every male in a 100 mile radius”: bad, weird, gross, kinda boring

“ein kidnap-brainwashes aph because he knows it’ll bring aaron to him, he doesnt give a shit about aph”: good, interesting, waters my crops

Imagine that creepy picture wall in his lodge; instead of weird edited pics of aphmau (side note why did jess project her werewolf fetish onto ein is it cause hes her self-inserts brother), it’s the few blurry photos he could nab of the elusive ultima boy in highschool. Those shift into pictures that were clearly, desperately gathered from anywhere he could- a post about a cute boy working at the s3 maid cafe, news clippings of his father that just barely mention him- and aaron is just like,,,wtf

[angeart]

it’s another life game and turns out, this time they’re linked to someone.

they share pain, life, fate. hearts connected, there’s no other word for it but soulmate.

scar doesn't look for his soulmate. he watches other people find each other, and he remembers how it was in last life. it's a bit too fresh. he thinks he doesn't need a soulmate. or maybe he doesn't deserve one. maybe he doesn't have one? it's wretched. maybe he just needs to find something that makes him happy instead.

 so he chases after an allay and finds his way to cute jellie pandas.

 grian. grian looks at scar in that lake and he doesn't yell nooooo

he just stares, shocked and transfixed. he isn't sure what this means. why is this happening? why is scar bound to him? and why is-

why is it so hard to tell him? why can't scar just notice? why isn't he paying attention, why isn't he searching?

 grian watches scar's back as scar bounces away from him, oblivious.

 and grian thinks it's okay. it hurts, he's insane with worry, but he's biting it down. he gets to build something safe. a food source. something to help them survive.

 because they're a them—a we—even if scar doesn't realise yet.

 grian goes to find him. he finds him surrounded by pandas, and... he needs to tell him.

he needs to tell him, but the words are hard to say. they sound cheesy. they sound false.

maybe he needs to prove it instead. have something to show so that scar can understand.

 so he hurts himself.

he hurts himself to show scar and-

 no, that's not right.

 he hurts scar.

 no.

 he hurts both of them, efficiently in one go.

he's good at that.

 but scar isn't paying attention.

it keeps fraying and straying from grian and-

 scar, please.

 grian does it again.

he does it again, knowing what's coming, familiarising himself with the pain that travels through the invisible bond.

 he does it, and scar is looking this time, and-

 "oh."

 they stare at each other.

 grian's heart beats wildly in his chest. he doesn't know what to expect now.

in one lifetime, he killed scar. in another, he isolated him.

he doesn't want to do those things anymore.

 this time, they die together.

this time, there's no hurting one without hurting the other.

this time...

 this time, grian thinks and holds onto it like a lifeline.

 he wants to do better.

 "it's you," scar breathes out finally, disbelieving tone sneaking into his words.

 "it's me," grian confirms, queasy, his words wobbly around the edges.

 he has apologies he wants to say.

they don't make it out.

 but scar doesn't need them.

 scar steps forward and gingerly touches grian's jaw, fingertips sliding up to his cheek. his fingers are warm, fingertips pulsating slightly with rapid heartbeat. "it's us," scar corrects both of them, easily, as if everything just slotted together without a fight, without a struggle, without the burdens of previous lives and pain and trauma.

 "it's us," grian repeats, a little bit choked. he closes his eyes and leans into scar's touch. "we'll get through it together this time," he promises. no deathmatch. no abandoning each other. they're in this together.

[barbieaemond]

Actual me reading comments on TKOQ

[annesberet]

The ending of ParaAni tho 😭😭😭😭

I don't know how to feel..

BUT I LOVED IT

Nayuta was never real? Neither was Buraikan? But Nayuta was actually here the whole time, alive and well, WITH LONG HAIR?!! And Yasha is dead?? And Shura is secretly a ramentai owner?!?!?

And Kanata causing that metal outburst?

Also the Kanallen was EPIC

THE WAY ALLEN WAS HOLDING KANATA IDBCVIDICBIFIB

[arthvrmvrgan]

why is roger clark so handsome OH MY GOD. blushing so hard for that man

[sweetfirebird]

I've been reading some omegaverse original fiction, and I would classify it... not as dystopia, because if you replaced "omegas" with several marginalized groups around the world, this shit is happening or has happened in the not very distant past, but definitely on the shittier end of the 'how the world views and treats omegas' of the omegaverse spectrum.

This was just coincidence. I wasn't seeking that trope out specifically, I've just been going through the original works tag on AO3 out of curiosity. Anyway.

And on this end of the scale, it's really not all that different from slavefic. With the same issues of authors writing that for varying reasons and generally not quite successfully pulling it off.

But like, it's fanfiction, so whatever.

Reading several of these longer, omegas are second class citizens/have no rights/have very limited rights stories back to back, however, is giving me weird feelings. I don't know why each author chose to create such universes (nor is it my business to know except as a reader when the story stops making sense or something). In some, there is clearly a rage they need to express. In some it's a kink with a story slapped loosely over it. In some... I don't think there was a greater intention other than a/b/o romancey tropes and then about halfway through, the author had some Realizations about the world they'd built and sort of abandoned the story (despite marking the story Complete btw. Rude.) And then the one I read last night. Which. Is a red hot spike in my brain right now.

Any reasons to write fic and imagine worlds like this are fine of course. I don't know the author's life and I don't need to know. If that author is on a journey, well all I really need is for them to have the skill to take me with them. Some have that, some don't, and if they don't, I just nope on outta there. And like, no judgment if your fantasy is a world with omegas forced to bond but some alpha cruel-but-kind alpha claims you etc. I am at the Devil's Sacrament with you.

But this story. This story. I rage quit in the middle of a sex scene last night just before midnight and couldn't sleep because this story made me so angry. And I don't.... I don't think it was entirely the subject matter as much as the author's inability to *maybe* tell the story they wanted. Maybe. Or maybe this was what they wanted, I don't know. But... I have never in all the rapey and dubcon and omegas are societal garbage and prisoners until they are bonded type stories... I have never experienced a story saying over and over again that biology is destiny, that you should just accept your biology, and your biology determines your place and if that means you are secondary then it's okay because *their* biology (the alphas) is designed to take care of you.

And yes yes yes this is fiction. And yes, maybe that moral changed by the end (though I saw no indications of this). And yes, maybe that is the author having a shit life and enjoying a fantasy world where what seems like horrible infuriating pointless suffering is actually going to be great some day with the right D. ...or K? Anyway. Maybe the author's kink isn't imagining being a horny omega in heat getting stuffed with multiple knots but is actually about obtaining complete control over another human being through manipulation and abuse and gaslighting but then pretending it's a love story and not even a "dark romance." (And also how you have to forgive anyone who has ever wronged you no matter what that wrong was because even being angry for a second is Bad and not suited to your biology. Some trad wifey Christian shit vibes.) Again. Whatever. I don't know. I don't need to know. I am sure as shit not going to bother the author about it.

But seriously I have never felt rage like that over a fucking omegaverse story. Shocked myself with it. Because I don't think I was *supposed* to be angry. The way it was written, I think I was supposed to be on the side of everyone else against this omega, who was repeatedly portrayed as foolish for wanting... a choice.

idk the author's issues but good job on making me feel something because I definitely did. Not, I think, what I was intended to feel, and probably on a level that the "happy" ending of the story would not have balanced out. But I did feel something. So... I guess that makes it art.

[exoticbuns]

I dont want to reblog the original post, because I dont want to give this person any attention, but I just had to point out to SOMEONE the absolute absurdity.

This is an excerpt from an anti-bumbleby post I saw:

1: Killing Adam was a heat of the moment action based on survival. He was trying to kill them. They didn’t go into depth but they DID talk about it. Yang reassured Blake that they did what they had to, and she agreed. Why do they need to focus on it any more than that? Obviously killing someone is traumatizing, but that’s not what this show is about and there was already WAY too much going on in V7

2: Yes they have an increasing dependence on each other but the show literally split them up for half a volume, proving that they can function perfectly fine independent of each other. Renora has a MUCH bigger issue with codependency and the show acknowledged this too, but I guess Renora isn’t really relevant? Even though it’s the only canon relationship amongst the two teams?

3: They did not talk enough about Blake leaving and I am still a little salty about that, but it wasn’t just Blake leaving that upset Yang. It was being abandoned. Blake came back. Yang forgave her, because that was exactly what she wanted. To be good enough to come back to. Holding on to that bitterness after Blake came back is unnecessary and childish, and Yang is more mature than that.

4: Ruby said she wished Blake was with them and Yang said that Blake could have been with them if she chose to. Because she was still bitter and hurt that Blake didn’t choose to stick around. She SAID she didn’t want Blake there but she was obviously lying. She wasn’t mad at Ruby, she was mad at Blake and she was sad and snapped because she’s a person who sometimes responds inappropriately to complex emotions. She was trying not to show how sad she was, and then Weiss told her to calm down (which only makes things worse 90% of the time)

The absolute lack of critical thinking skills boggles my mind sometimes. I genuinely can’t believe people actually miss the point of subtlety THIS MUCH. These are definitely people who hated English class because they couldn’t explain to the teacher how the protagonist was feeling. I sometimes wonder if I’m even watching the same show…

[mthevlamister]

Meds have been taken but I am but a fragile piece of of glass who cannot handle much and am very close to being uhhhh very nonverbal so

Good news is I have no class tomorrow so if the inevitable happens, it happens! Bad news is my day has been really good. Yesterday was really good. There’s no reason for my brain to be in a constant state of panic but it is (there’s a reason; I haven’t been able to take these pills in a month and even if they’re “as needed” uhhhh I do need them sometimes and it can build)

[weaponizedhorse]

🧩 Puzzle Pieces 🧩

When I think of myself I imagine I'm a puzzle. A big 2,000 piece puzzle. In high school didn't have all my pieces yet but I had most of them.

Even though I wasn't complete back then, in just a bit I would have gained some pieces from going to prom with my friends. From graduating high school. I would have gotten a few going to college. Two more pieces from getting a job. Even more from having a decent relationship. I wanted to be a complete puzzle like everyone else. I knew it would look amazing when I was finished.

Even though I didn't have all my pieces yet I could almost see what I was supposed to look like. I could almost see the picture!! See who I was supposed to be.. It was so close!! Just a few more pieces!!

Then I stopped gaining pieces.. I was losing pieces? The pain took a big chunk. Having to drop out cheerleading and regular high school took a lot. I don't even remember how many pieces the assault ripped away.

The constant pain, the dislocations, all the surgeries all of the fucking comorbidities. The nausea, the vomiting, being constantly exhausted but never being able to fall asleep at night, falling when standing up, having to use a cane at 18, being told I should be in a walker at 16. Chip, chip, chipping away at me slowly. Taking so many pieces. Can I even count how many were taken? How many are left? How do I get them back?

Becoming an adult, sitting at home on Facebook, seeing everyone else get more pieces and becoming more complete while I am falling apart. I see a friend gaining a few pieces graduating college. Another got a couple from getting engaged. Oh someone got their dream job! Getting more pieces, filling in the background. Look at all of the colors they are getting! Making them more complex. More whole. My old friends are so beautifully complete, do they remember me? I have so few pieces left. Could the even recognize me?

Now I can't even see what my picture was supposed to be. I remember I could almost see it. I could almost see it right? Brain fog makes everything so fuzzy. Maybe those pieces went away when I tried to take my own life, or was it from being called a cripple, or being told I was mentally disabled as well? Something took those pieces I know it! I know it..

Did I lose those edge pieces when I tore the ligaments in my knee? No, I think I lost those pieces when I broke my foot after a POTS attack and couldn't get back to normal for over two years. But where did those pieces used to sit? How many pieces did my teeth degrading right in front of me take?

I think these pieces left when he told me he couldn't be with someone who could have a problem at any time. Oh those pieces left when my best friend did. I think that one left when I had to start using a shower chair. I think. I don't know because I can't be certain.

I don't even know what used to be shown in this spot. Was it trees? Maybe flowers were here. I can't remember what I was supposed to look like. I was supposed to be beautiful, right? I was supposed to be whole? I think I was.. I don't know where all my pieces went.

[anxietycurved]

Day Fifteen of Positivity (2023)

Last September I moved to a new area and a different part of the country than I’m use to. It was a big more that required risk. I took the risk based on betting myself and wanting more. I was happy and comfortable where I was and likely could have built. I took a chance to try for more.

Since being here I struggled with work. I entered an environment vastly different that the supportive one I left. I had an interview last five minutes and I barely got to talk. I felt rushed out and was emailed nearly immediately about additional questions while I was sitting in my car. Why couldn’t that have been part of the interview? I couldn’t get the placement I wanted and was placed somewhere I told them I’d rather not be and would like to be moved. They never did. I wasted time driving daily and worked a stupid schedule. The people I worked with were disengaged. I didn’t feel wanted anywhere. I never felt like anyone I met truly cared about the work they were doing. It zapped all my motivation and I wasn’t happy. It started to leak into my life outside of work. So, I bet on myself again and resigned.

I’ve finally secured an interview at a place I want to work. I’m glad I took time for it to come to me and I’m hopeful it goes well.

The bar is so low for what I want from this organization. I want supportive staff. I want room to grow. I wanted to be treated like I matter and be able to integrate into the community.

It’s been a hard road for me and starting 2023 with a new position is ideal. I hope tomorrow is good news and I’m back on track.

I got this.