#I'm just so goddamn tired fr

[kittlyns]

I'm so fucking tired of some of the conversations I'm forced to endure

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Hanging out with the bestie is scream laughing about funny/cringy shit we did when we were in middle school, then immediately after talking about why we feel unlovable lmao

[elliesbelle]

lol

[marciliedonato]

I've been walking around Lisbon with my mom's tiny bag that has a really weak magnet and doesn't hang right (it's basically so loose it's Almost completely sideways most of the time) I brought my lipstick to retouch and put it in a little pocket on the side and I think it slid off the bag at some point after lunch....if I have to buy this lipstick a THIRD time I'm gonna lose my mind fr

[noxtivagus]

hdkfjalskdf just thinking of. video games or wtvr stories in general n my heart is just so full of them :((

[mistydeyes]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Task Force 141 and a reader that they never have seen out of uniform until one day they all go to a bar but the reader is late? Next thing they know the reader walks up to them dressed like they just walked straight out of the 2000’s?

(if you end up doing this request: thank you so much! I absolutely luv your writing!!)

thank you so much for requesting! i literally am in love with 2000's fashion like you'll be seeing me walking with low-cut jeans and a baby tee fr

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

summary: After a tiring mission, the 141 invites you to drink away the night at the pub. However, you get into a lively argument about fashion when they question your choice in 2000's inspired attire.

pairings: taskforce 141 x platonic!gn!reader (codename: Storm)

warnings: swearing, slight bullying (they fr just don't understand fashion)

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

"Didn't we tell Storm half-past eight?" Gaz asked, looking down at his watch. The pub was nearly empty as the men continued to add glass after glass to a growing pile. Despite reminding you with a string of texts, you still haven't made an appearance. "Still don't get why they had to change," Soap continued, choking down another drink, "Lt's still wearing his goddamn mask." The group laughed as their attention was directed to Ghost, still wearing his signature face mask. "They probably wanted a shower and some fresh trousers," Price commented and the rest of the group returned to a more interesting conversation.

As the group laughed at Soap recounting Ghost's out-of-character dialogue in Las Almas, their gaze fell on the pub's door as it swung open. The group smiled at the familiar face and gestured you over. You walked to the table quickly, feeling the attention in the empty pub. At first, you thought it was due to your late entrance but when you approached, you saw all eyes focused on your attire. It was like you walked out of the 2000s or robbed a Delias before your arrival. You felt a little self-conscious at the confused looks and wondered what all the fuzz was about. "What? Do I have a stain?" you questioned as you dusted off your low-cut, denim jeans. "No, it's just-" Gaz began to say but Soap interjected. "Why do you dress like that?" he asked and you raised an eyebrow. You looked down at your jeans and Von Dutch top. "But I normally dress like this?" you said with a curious tone. You dressed like this before joining the military and held on to the lively aesthetic of the early 2000s. You were embarrassed to admit but Britney Spears and *NSYNC were your fashion icons.

"Yeah," Ghost spoke up as he eyed the interesting font of your shirt, "you look like you could be an extra in a Spice Girls video." You rolled your eyes, grabbing at one of the half-drunk glasses on the table. "You've been quiet, Captain," you edged while looking at him, "what do you think?" There was a hush over the room as you waited in anticipation. "Clothes are clothes," he simply replied and the table roared with laughter. "Such a grandad thing to say," Soap loudly exclaimed and everyone clambered with sentiments of agreement. "Sorry I don't wear Wrangler jeans and black fitness tops," you mumbled. It was a subtle jab at your colleagues but Gaz took it to heart. "I have style!" he shouted as you shook your head in disapproval.

"Gaz, you look like someone trying to emulate an Instagram model or some teenager's Pinterest board," you argued and you were met by the howling of the tipsy men. "And Captain, I'm sorry but you look like a father going on holiday to the Swiss Alps," you directed towards Price as everyone realized this was becoming an insult fueled rage. Soap was still laughing wildly, shaking his head in agreement with your every word. "Oh you shouldn't be laughing, Soap," you said as you turned to him, "a navy blue sweater and black jeans are a fashion crime." He quickly turned red and looked embarrassed as he examined the mismatched colors. Everyone held their breath as you turned to Ghost. "And Lt," you paused, thinking of what you should say next, "you dress like you've never heard of color."

[sxfterhearts]

full of you(r love)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ softdom!jiung x little girl!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: smut (18+ mdni nsfw), unprotected sex, dd/lg themes, mention of safeword (but not used), emotional sex (is this a warning?), porn with a lot of plot

♡ word count: 3,550 words

♡ author's note: i'm scared cos this fic i've been working on for the past month is going out into the world.. pls be kind im a fluff writer with no smut experience but choi jiung made me write this?!???! dedicating this fic to all my lovely tumblr moots and anons who encouraged me throughout this process, and especially @348kg (this fic wouldnt exist without u) and @kisseobie (ur my inspiration rosa) <333 fr smut writers yall are elite u have my respect omfg

//

“Yeah? Are you sure, eomma? I think it’s looking a little too red… Oh wait,” Jiung paused mid-sentence, lips lifting automatically into a smile as he heard the familiar chime of the keypad  code being punched into the door. You were home, finally. “Y/N’s home. Yeah, mhmm… Okay, I’ll tell her that. Yup, okay… Yeah, one spoon, got it. Thank you so much! Mhmm, I’m hanging up. Okay, love you too, bye!”

He turned around, placing his red phone in the pocket of his apron, a gift you got him when he declared he wanted to learn how to cook better meals. Jiung turned the fire down to a low simmer, but not before inhaling the fragrant aroma of his own home cooking. Smiling proudly, he wiped his hands on the apron and made his way towards the entrance of your shared apartment. “Y/N! You’re back.”

The smile was promptly wiped off his face when he saw your dishevelled figure at the doorway, struggling to peel your goddamned heels off your sore feet. The hair that you usually wore up in a ponytail was hanging towards the floor in a frizzy black mop. You bore such a close resemblance to the female ghosts in those old-school horror movies that Jiung nearly jumped in fright. 

“Hey, let me.” He called out softly, crouching down to undo the straps of your heels and peel your bag off your tired shoulders, before carefully placing the shoes back on the shelves. 

“Jiung…” You mumbled, voice small and tired. You huffed out a deep sigh. “I had the worst day ever, I’m not even joking.”

Jiung looked at you and took you in, like really took in your entire being, and realised that he had not seen you in such a state for a while. “Yeah?” He smiled sympathetically, arms coming to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him and guiding your heavy head to rest against his broad shoulders. His palm cradled the back of your head, smoothing down your hair and pressing his lips against your temples in greeting. 

“Yeah, my stupid manager doesn’t understand that I can’t deliver the same results because we are literally one man down. What am I supposed to do when the other manager is on leave for a whole month? Why doesn’t he understand that I can’t train my staff and lead the project at the same time? It’s so frustrating. And whenever I try to voice out my concerns, it’s like he’s deaf or something, I swear…” You grumbled angrily.

“Hmm,” Jiung hummed, listening intently. “It does sound like a really tough day, baby. But you know what will make it better?”

“Hmm?”

“I made you dinner.”

As if on cue, Jiung felt, rather than heard, your stomach grumble, signalling your hunger. His brows scrunched up as he asked, yet fearing the answer altogether, “When was the last time you ate, Y/N?”

You went silent. 

Jiung sighed, shaking his head. “C’mon, silly girl. I made your favourite. It’s my mum’s recipe too. Just sit and I’ll get it ready for you.”

It was your turn to shake your head this time. “No, your baby wants hugs.” You insisted childishly, your cool, strict manager facade from work disappearing the moment you were in the presence of your boyfriend of four years. You pouted and hugged him tighter, absolutely refusing to budge.

Jiung laughed, finding your current state endearing. He knew it was because you were so tired and worn out, and decided to make the most of the opportunity. “Fine, it’s up to you. You are my baby, after all…”

As the night wore on, you refused to leave his side for even a moment, sticking to Jiung like a koala clung to a tree. You insisted on hugging him from behind as he scooped the kimchi jjigae into two separate bowls, topping them with spring onions and a teaspoon of sesame oil each and serving them up with bowls of steaming, multigrain rice. You held on tight as you sat on his lap at the dining table, limbs intertwining with his as you begged him to feed you instead, feeling ‘too tired’ all of a sudden to even lift a spoon because of the rough work day. You even grasped the hem of his white, paper thin t-shirt desperately when he so much as got up to grab more side dishes from the fridge, insisting that he let you stay like this for longer because you missed him way too much.

“Baby…” Jiung cooed, repositioning his big hands on your hips, reaching under your tight work blouse to caress your soft skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “What is it? I know you’ve had a hard time today, but you’re very clingy.” He lightly teased, eyes downcast as he looked at you with feigned suspicion. In reality, after being together for so long, it wasn’t hard for Jiung to know your true intentions.

You refused to meet his eyes, pretending to pay him no mind as you chewed on the last mouthful of rice, all while twirling the strings of his apron around your fingers. 

“Babe…”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to be a good girl and use your words? Hmm?” He prompted, voice turning slightly harder.

When you failed to respond, Jiung used his long, slim fingers to tilt your chin towards him and hold it there. “Words, baby. I need you to say something, okay?”

Your desperate, pleading eyes met his unwavering gaze, and you felt your body shiver at the intensity behind it. “Yeah…” You whispered, suddenly feeling small.

“What do you need… Can you tell me?” Jiung pressed on, yet his eyes caught sight of a stray piece of rice lingering on the corner of your lips. He moved his thumb towards the rice and both of you followed his movement. As though in slow motion, your tongue darted out to lick his finger – shy, like a kitten. When you noticed that he didn’t respond, and just tracked your next move with the eyes of a hawk, you daringly relaxed your jaw and sucked it into your wet, warm mouth.

Jiung felt his cock stir under two layers of clothing and your plush ass.

You saw how his pupils blew out. Feeling satisfied with the effect you had on him, you released his thumb with a loud pop. “Jiung, can you take care of me tonight, please?” You asked shyly, batting your eyelashes. The stark contrast between the lewd request and your bashful tone made your boyfriend’s head spin.

Behind closed doors, you were completely comfortable with Jiung taking full control and treating you like his baby girl. Tonight was no different. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to take things all the way. In fact, you struggled to even remember when was the last time Jiung even called you his baby. Especially not since you started on this project, which has been the cause of all your grievances in the past three months.

But tonight, you were determined to break the drought. Something within you snapped this afternoon when your boss made a big show of throwing your report in the trash whilst yelling colourful profanities in front of the entire team. It was the last straw after a series of small, seemingly insignificant inconveniences that eventually snowballed. You felt like a pressure cooker, finally exploding at your incompetent boss.

The entire torment drained you so much that truthfully, you really didn’t want to do anything for yourself anymore. Sure, you could feed yourself, and sure, you could sit upright on your own, but you really appreciated that since stepping foot into the apartment, Jiung had taken care of everything – from removing your shoes, to making sure you were fed and comfortable. You didn’t even need to think; you just trusted and knew that he would shut your brain down and handle everything for you.

Being someone who was naturally independent and strong-headed in the workplace, you knew that anyone who found out you acted like this with your boyfriend would hang their jaws in utter disbelief. Yet here you were, being carried to the sofa by Jiung as you nibbled on his neck in fervour.

“You sure you want this tonight, baby?” Jiung sat you down and kneeled at eye-level in front of you to ask, all serious and concerned. But his mind was slowly getting clouded as your teeth sunk into a soft spot close to his earlobes, sucking greedily. “There’s no turning back for you if you say yes, and…” He paused to take a breath, letting his responsibility over you rise up to the surface. “I will take care of you as always, but you’re in quite a state now, and I don’t want to risk you having a bad time.”

Jiung felt you nod wordlessly in response, but it wasn’t enough for him. The soft dom inside of him was screaming for your verbal consent. “Baby, if you don’t tell me our safe word now, I’m going to have to stop, okay?” He warned, using the tone you registered as being slightly stern when you descended into your little persona. 

“Blue,” You muttered directly into his ears. You rubbed your thighs together involuntarily. Truthfully, you had been thinking about this since you were in the office, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in any longer. “It’s blue, please… I thought about this at work…” Your lips moved closer and captured his earlobe, sucking on it in a silent attempt to speed things up.

Shit shit shit – Jiung could only let out a choked hum as you attacked his sensitive spot. He knew that even though you were his little girl, deep down you were still a vixen begging and yearning to be fucked, and he knew you knew all the right buttons to push to get what you wanted.

He was never very good at denying you, anyway. Jiung spoiled you rotten, he thought, as he pulled you away from him. “Sit up for me, baby. I want you to be a good girl for me and suck my cock first. Can you do that?”

You nodded way too eagerly, eyes shining and lips parted as you looked up at him, waiting for Jiung to rid himself of his sweats and boxers, all in one go. You felt saliva pool in the back of your throat as you finally caught sight of the main prize. Jiung was not extremely long or girthy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, as your clammy fingers wrapped around what was undoubtedly the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen. You liked how your small fingers struggled slightly to wrap all the way around, forcing you to use both hands as you guided the swollen tip towards your waiting mouth. Greedy, your tongue peeked out to sneak a taste of his glistening pre-cum. 

Giggling, you hummed to yourself in satisfaction before letting a comment slip, “It’s nice…”

Jiung was halfway to losing his mind but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. You were, after all, his adorable, precious girl. “Well,” He placed an encouraging hand on your cheek, “I’m glad you think so.”

You nodded in agreement, letting your hands wander across his midriff, fingers ghosting over the black butterflies peeking through his thin shirt. He helped you by raising the shirt and capturing the hem between his teeth, skin tingling with excitement as you licked every tattoo on his upper body with your slick, hot tongue.

Once you were satisfied, you finally allowed yourself to indulge in his intoxicating scent. Mirroring your earlier actions, you let Jiung into your welcoming mouth, quickly sucking and swirling your tongue around his length at a steady pace. Instantly, he released the shirt from his lips and let out a long moan.

Hearing his noises only spurred you on further. Determined, one hand reached underneath to massage his balls while the other fisted the rest of his uncovered length, doing everything at once – a three-in-one, if you will, in the hopes of driving Jiung absolutely insane.

“Baby… Fuck, how are you so good at this?” He grunted. “Who taught you to be this good, hmm?”

You tried to answer with an excited “You!” but seemed to have forgotten about the dick in your mouth, making you cough and sputter before swallowing even more of him in. Jiung had to forcefully grip your hair into a ponytail to keep himself in check, fighting the primitive urge to continue choking you with his thick cock. 

But why did he want to fight, you wondered? You recovered from the slip up like a champ, quickly relaxing your throat muscles to take in more of his length until both of you groaned at the impact of his tip kissing the back of your throat. You gagged, feeling your pussy leak and clench around nothing.

Jiung wasn’t faring any better as he screwed his eyes shut, groaning deeply. He lost partial control of his lower body as he rutted against that same spot again and again, selfishly hoping that you would gag on his cock over and over. “Ah, your mouth is so perfect for me…”

Your pussy pulsed at the praise, always a sucker for pleasing your boyfriend both in and outside of the bedroom. You wanted him to use you until he was painting ropes of white sticky hot cum on your face, but it seemed like he had other plans, suddenly yanking your face away from his pulsing, red cock.

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock at the abrupt stop. 

The next thing you knew, you were being carried bridal style towards the bedroom. Jiung set you down gently in the middle of the bed, amongst a small army of your favourite plushies. He fluffed the pillows under your head, arranged your body in a comfortable position below him and tucked a lock of hair behind your ears. 

“Hey,” He breathed, nose bumping against yours. “Just checking in, how are you feeling?”

At that, you felt hot tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. How did you ever get so lucky to land someone like him? He was always so sweet and caring with you. Overwhelmed, you could only nod, feeling a flurry of emotions bubble up to the surface.

“Hey, hey, baby…” Jiung’s finger captured a stray tear, concerned. “Do you want to keep going? You know we can stop at any time.”

You nodded in affirmation, looking up at him with pleading, sparkling eyes. At that moment, Jiung thought you had never looked so devastatingly beautiful. He swore to himself that he would always be your lover, and your protector.

“I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”

And you believed Jiung with your whole heart. You closed your eyes and felt him kiss away your tears as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your blouse. Little by little, your stress and worries melted away with the feathery touch of his lips against your exposed skin. He pressed open-mouth kisses trailing from the top of your bra to your navel, swiftly pulling down your slacks, leaving you in your underwear. Somehow, while you were losing yourself to the sensations, Jiung managed to pull your favourite pair of frilly, knee high socks over your legs. Partly because he knew your feet get cold easily, but mostly because he liked how they hugged your thighs.

“My sweet girl…” Jiung pressed a thumb to your white-ribboned panties, feeling a wet spot at your centre. His breath caught in his throat at your leaking arousal. 

You could only whine, hips pressing against his palm in search of more friction. 

Jiung got the message, undoing your bra then pulling down your panties in quick succession, leaving you bare for him. “So perfect,” he whispered to himself more than anything, blood rushing to his hardened length. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he rolled the right one between eager fingers. 

“Jiung…” You sighed, pleasure coursing through your veins like an electric shock. “Please…”

After a harsh suck, he released your nipple with a loud pop. “Please what, baby?” 

“Please, I want you inside…” You whined, greedy for more.

“Baby, I need to prep you first.” He thumbed the entrance of your sweet hole, gathering your slick before swiftly pushing inside.

You huffed, shaking your head. One finger was not enough anymore. “Want you inside now, please!”

Jiung’s cock twitched at your words. “But it’ll hurt –” 

“I want it to, please! I just want to feel you deep inside,” You were desperate at this point, begging him to fill you up. “Thought about this all day!”

Jiung cursed under his breath, turned on beyond belief at your eagerness. What his baby wants, his baby gets.

He slowly eased his hard length past the walls of your pussy, the glide aided by a mix of your saliva from earlier and your wet juices. Then, with one quick thrust, he slammed all the way in, the curved tip of his cock kissing your cervix. The two of you moaned out in unison, relieved to finally be back home in each other’s bodies. 

“Missed this…” Jiung was struggling to get the words out. It had been too long since you were last intimate and he forgot how tight your little cunt was. “Miss feeling you around me.”

You could only moan pathetically in response, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. You felt so full of him, and so full of his love for you.

Jiung waited patiently for you to adjust to his size, all while pressing tender kisses along your jaw, and lightly rubbing the cool tip of his nose against your rosy cheeks. 

He caged you in with his arms, and rested his warm forehead against yours. You basked in his hot breaths fanning across your flushed cheeks as your pussy clenched and unclenched to adjust to his size. You craned your neck upwards, and Jiung understood you immediately, devouring your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled in a fiery dance whilst all your thoughts melted away. Your anxious brain was calm once more, as you surrendered your body and mind entirely to Jiung.

“Ready?” He asked, thumbs rubbing circular patterns against your waist.

You hummed, hips rolling up in search of friction. Jiung got the message, and pulled out gently before thrusting in deep. “God, Y/N… You’re so perfect for me, so good.”

He was making love to you – there was no doubt about it. Anyone could tell, from the way he rocked his hips with conviction, to the way his eyebrows scrunched in concentration, determined to make you feel good. Jiung was a passionate lover. And with each thrust, he replaced the hurt and frustration with love and blissful pleasure.

You were so lost in it; in him, and the way that he made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. It was just you and him, and nothing else. It was such a relief to be treated like this by someone who loved you as much as Jiung did. Your lips, which were permanently casted into a frown throughout the work day, worked itself into a soft smile. You closed your eyes and just allowed the pleasure to course through your entire body. 

Jiung, noticing that you were getting lost in the moment, helped to gather your legs and wrap them around his waist for you. He held them there, enjoying the slight burn as the fabric of your socks rubbed against his back. That way, he could make sure your bodies were impossibly close. 

“You okay?” Jiung breathed, nudging your cheeks with his before pressing his lips on your forehead. 

You could only moan in response, clenching your walls every single time he thrusted into you. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, and that combined with the way his fingers played with your clit, had you inching closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Jiung – Ah! Close…” 

He kept hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars, while his fingers picked up speed. You could feel yourself tethering at the edge of the precipice. All it took was a –

“I love you, baby, no matter what, I love you more than you know…” Jiung professed his love before pressing his lips to yours for the nth time that night. “Yeah, that’s it. I gotchu, you’re safe with me.” That was more than enough to bring you over the edge.

Your velvety walls clenched around him so tight that he quickly followed, panting heavily as he filled you up to the brim with his cum.

epilogue.

As you basked in the afterglow of your climaxes, you felt Jiung littering kisses all over your face, and giggled. 

“How was it?” He asked jokingly.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it with your eyes closed, making both of you laugh. “Thank you, really. It was just what I needed.”

“What can I say? I’m the perfect boyfriend.”

“You really are, Choi Jiung. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[seonghwaswifereal]

Changbin

(I'm putting this at the start of every list, so ignore it if you want)

Just wanna say that this is pretty much just for me to catalog all the fics and random things that I like, so idk, just enjoy it if you want lol

Stuck In A Wall

Part of a Kinktober challenge thing, Personal favorite frrrr, he's so himbo in this lol

In The Pocket Of Your Ripped Jeans

Dry humpin, thigh ridin' CLOTHED thigh riding, and ofc some cum swallowing

Tummy Insecurity Texts

Goddd he needs to know that he's literally GORGEOUS no matter what weight he is lol

Choking

You and Bin try choking for the first time, he's scared:( lowkey rough

Stretch You Out

Basically, Bin's stretching you, in a non-sexual way lol, and then he just gets mega turned on, yay gym fucking!!!

Hate Sex

Part of Another Kinktober thingy, gym sex, you and binnie kinda be beefin, he's there EVERY time you are, so kinda stalker Bin? Generally just wet, messy, and debauched

Need Some Air

Another gym based one lol, this time he's a frat boy, ooh~

Good Loving

Gurlll you and Binnie have a sex playlist, cause I mean, of course you do lol, also car stuff gets me so bad fr

Just Another Day At The Dorms

MF VIBRATING UNDERWEAR, imagine this irl Like??? I need him so bad + Minho being the catalyst for this is-

Double Trouble

Anal hehe, double pen. separate holes, surprise guest Channie

Switchin' For You

Riding but you get tired, thick cock Binnie, rough, Manhandling:)

It's Only Us In This World

Homemade Porn:) mutual masturbation, tired Bin

Loved

Giving him the love he deserves, deepthroating, and implied more rounds

Body Worship

Just Binnie being the sweet, loving, doting, adorable boyfriend we know he is, with just a Dash of smut:)

Sweet Boyfriend Changbin

Some short headcannons on how Binnie would be as your bf

I Said SIT

Lowkey scared reader, absolute cunnilingus GOD, bin knows EXACTLY how to use that gorgeous mouth lol

Sensitive

Just a small little drabble on Bin's sensitive tiddies, fjdskljds, shit got me fucked up fr

Those Goddamn Shorts

Just imagine riding his thigh in those shorts I genuinely can't

Things He Says During Sex

That pretty much sums it up, it's surprisingly fluffy ig?

Shirt

I need this specific Bin's balls in my mouth like rn? Hello??

Boyfriend Texts

So cute and fluffy omggg, I need this man carnally

Tummy

Some Delicious Binny tummy pics

Belt

Binnie undoing his belt after a big meal has me in the ground

Biker Bin

Horny, deserted gas station, biker gloves Binnie, need I say more

Pics

Takin pics w. him that are... yeah

[tododeku-or-bust]

I'm getting so tired of the rich and powerful. Because everywhere I turn it's some atrocity going on causing mass suffering all because a subset of greedy people wanted to make EVEN MORE MONEY. Like how much do you fucking need??? goddamn does it never end?? Genocides, destroying burial and holy sites, human trafficking, all for some extra dollars y'all are never even gonna use?? To look "profitable"?? It just... It's a lack of humanity fr. They don't see the people they're harming as people. And it's MOST OF THE PLANET. It's probably less than Iike 1000 mindbogglingly wealthy people just saying fuck the rest of us. I can't... Where are those guillotines we were talking about-

[mysria]

I have mixed feelings

That backstory change is absolutely not canon here lmao fuck off. what is with this fucking inc*st obsession and just adding the worst shit possible for no reason besides a certain writer (hess) has a fucking obsession with r*pe. obvs mys was abused enough in her life as a slave and a sex worker and they did NOT need to add that.

icb they're baiting me with The Throuple but they're probably gonna make it some weird cheating angle instead of poly and I'm scared of that. if they actually do go for the poly route I will take back my negativity around it but again . . . I don't fucking trust them to do that the way they're already handling the individual dynamics here.

them stripping away the inherent trust in mys's relationship with d.aemon and transplanting it onto r.haenyra is a bit of an issue for me. like yes I think she came to trust r.haenyra absolutely but it's different from having 20+ years in someone's life and d.aemon being the only one she could depend on for so long.

I also don't like the way it feels like they've stripped so much power away from m.ys's character and they've turned yet another woman in this show into a perpetual victim. m.ys wasn't fucking powerless her entire life, she took her power back herself after she came to k.ing's l.anding. she did that shit!! she wasn't just staying there suffering the whole damn time. she didn't need r.haenyra to "free her" just like she didn't need d.aemon to "free her", he just helped her handle her shit. and like yeah d.aemon did play a part in that so she's always going to be grateful, I'm tired of them stripping the nuance from her character and this dynamic and relegating it to "men always bad no matter what, every woman's primary character trait is being abused, sex work ick we can't possibly be nuanced about it or allow a woman to have any agency when she's in that field of work" like be so fucking fr right now you goddamn weirdo writers.

The worst part is that I know mys is gonna get a lot of stupid hate thrown at her character for this bc of how they're portraying this and because she is now "in the way" of two of the most popular ships in the show fandom and of course that's gonna be heightened and spewed with all kinds of misogyny and racism bc she is a woman of color.

[kittlyns]

Getting off from work and sitting in my hot ass car w my head in my hands and just staying like that for 10 or so minutes

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Love how I never get to be happy for very long lmao 🙃

[pumpkin-bread]

@dragonaday-fr Day 23: A Dragon You Wish You Could Scatter

Well, I knew who this had to be immediately. It's a very simple picture this time because. I'm so tired for one, but second, I am more interested in talking about this one.

Meet Choco. He was one of my very first g1 purchases, and an exalt rescue as well. He was up for fodder price alongside some of his own children. I grabbed him but they were gone. I very quickly grew attached.

At the time I liked bright dragons, but his Soil and Brown were just so... natural. He felt very real and endearing to me, and so I kept him.

This was roughly 8 years ago, so there were no genes I liked on him. I kept him completely basic for years, and he took up the lore job as clan therapist. He became very beloved to me.

Finally, piebald and paint rolled in! I was overjoyed! It was soft and lovely and kept him looking natural. And so he remained for years. Even now.

No tertiary gene.

And here is why:

GODDAMN ROYAL

Nothing looks natural in royal, there is no additional colour you can draw out to make it blend better, and I am not a fan of putting belly on a tundra and then covering it with a shirt. He barely wears apparel either. Not his thing.

Sometimes I SO BADLY want to scatter him. Just over and over until I get all natural tones.

But he has so much art I want him to still match, and that aside, there are SO MANY colours now. Imagine what could happen! He could theoretically be scattered hundreds of times without going all natural tones! He could turn into a goddamn triple magenta!

ANYTHING, before going how I want.

And so, for 8 years, I have wanted to scatter this tundra. And I have not.

Gods help me.

[phantasma-mirror]

time is a flat fucking circle fr

Absolutely love how all I can really remember from high school is being a constant third wheel to two people I cared about who only seemed to care about me in return when one of them wasn't present. absolutely love how the same thing is happening to me AGAIN at my big age of 23 and all I can do is fucking!! Watch it happen all over again! It genuinely makes me sick having to watch myself get replaced in real time but no it's totally fine bc all I'm good for is being a filler friend anyway right? I'm built to be a spot filler at best and a brick wall to be talked at out of boredom at worst

trios don't work they never fucking work it's just a duo and whatever cunt they keep as a background jester who will never ever be as close to them as they are to each other lmao!!! sick and tired of being lied to! I'm valued I'm not anybody's equal and probably never will be bc there's something wrong with me but I don't know what it is??? I don't know how to fix it and I don't even know what there is to fix but if someone told me I'd do it

Jesus fucking Christ I'm so sick of being hurt in the same cycles over and over again it's driving me fucking insane!!! I try so so hard to be a good and loving and kind person but i'm stuck in a loop that's doomed to fail and god won't let me die to save me the heartbreak and I don't know what to do anymore?? Wow!! So cool!! So goddamn cool!!

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

I'm a bit tired and high on absolutly nothing but air, and i come up with this weird headcanon :

Kiyondo (and a tiny bit Celestia) forced Kiyotaka to watch Twilight. For absolut no goddamn reason.

Here is his differents reaction to the movies iconic moments (that i chose. Obviously)

First movie ; The "You better hold on thight spider monkey" Line :

Taka : Why does he say that ??

Kiyo : Dunno, dude's weird.

Taka : Let me look up something quickly.

Kiyo : *pause the movie while Taka is writting violently on his phone*

Taka : *show something on his phone to Kiyondo*

The picture on his phone :

...

*silence*

Kiyo : It does look like her-

The "Sparkly vampire"

Taka : Why ?

Kiyondo : *shurg*

Second movie ;

The "I am depressed for 8 months because my hot vampire boyfriend left me"

Taka : ... Somehow this feel familiar ?

Kiyo : How ?!

Taka : I-I don't know ! It feel like something i have done in another life or something...

Kiyo : Okay !! Coffee break !! Now.

(I don't remmember what happened in the other movie so fast foward to Breaking dawn part 1)

The "Oh god, oh god, he broke the freaking bed frame 😳" scene

Taka and Kiyo : ....

Taka : ...Is it weird if i want that ?

Kiyo : If it's weird i don't want to be normal...

Taka : God...

Kiyo : ...You think Mondo can do that ?

Taka : Brother !... I-I don't know...

Kiyo : Well you know what to do next.

"What the hell happened to the house- THEY HAD SEX ??? THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED ???"

Taka : I need that man but only for that part.

Kiyo : This movie is awekening something in ya and i am all for that bro.

Taka : I mean, Jacob is more handsome but if Edward do that to me...

Kiyo : Bro ! Stop ! But yeah, Team Jacob ?

Taka : Yes. Team Jacob.

Kiyo : Anyway back to the fact that ya are a slut-

(If you want more of Taka reaction to certain movie just come in my ask box bro, i'm so bored and i'm okay with watching weird movie lmao)

LMAOOOO, OMGGG, TAKA ME FR!!! Get you a guy who loves you AND WILL BREAK THE DAMN BED WHILE Y'ALL HAVE SEX! (I wonder who he gets that from...*looks over at Takaaki*)

Also, yes, Team Jacob, he was a little annoying in later movies, but like...love him <33. I wonder how he'd react to Edward telling Bella he watches her sleep. From the first movie fndne. It's not iconic, but broski is so weird for that, like HELLO???

Also, go to bed soon! Sleep is very important! (<- hypocrite)

[lokilysolbitch]

yeah so my childhood friend of 15 years chronically leaves me on read especially after i have a lot to say which really sucks ass because i actually used to have a whole system of different apps i texted her through so i wouldn't overwhelm one chat with all my spam and she would have time to read it when she wanted. but then a few years ago she was like "no you can spam me in the main app !! you can infodump and vent whenever you want !!" so i said "omg cool !!" and infodumped. and she fucking. left me on read and NEVER acknowledged it at all. and she still does it !!!!!!! that's actually partly why i post on social media at all, especially tumblr bc there's some random person who will want to read all that. anyways yeah im on read again and it's been twelve hours. she HAS spoken in a group chat where i can see her talking tho. which is even more sick rad and cool/sar

but yeah i'm gonna use tumblr for what i made it for, here's my bullshit. they're separate thoughts for the most part:

i'm keeping a count of eyelashes that fall out my eyelash bc for years it's seemed kind of excessive. yesterday was SEVEN. ALL AT ONCE. today is five. also all at once. i think the shedding ones get stuck in my lashes tho and don't come out until i try to get a single oddly placed one out of the way??? so maybe it's normal ???

me, whenever my playlist of my favorite songs plays my favorite songs: OH MY GOD I LOVE TJIS SONG

bro i found nail polish from when i was fucking SEVEN and that shit still works oh my god. the youngest polish i have is from when i was in middle school and most of them are still good. i wanna paint my nails again and i WILL be using these. the shimmery ones are fucking gorgeous.

OH don't get me started on my fucking catching fire nail polish that i got when i was idk 12 because i loved and love the hunger games. don't get me started. okay fine i'll start IT IS SO PRETTY AND SHINY IT FR LOOKS LIKE FIRE LIKE ITS GOT RED YELLOW AND ORANGE GLITTER AND WHEN THE LIGHT HITS IT AHDJWIS SKWW SKEDID

and there's also my mockingjay blue polish. one time i painted my nails with it and scrawled "mockingjay" on it with fine line black nail polish and i only regret it not looking neater tbh. i WAS the cringe hunger games kid and not much keeps me from becoming one again

i have so much pink nail polish. i've never in my life liked pink like That tho. why are there so many. the pale pink does hit tho i'll give it that. goddamn it's pretty

the ac in my room doesn't work rn and it is quite literally. 50 something degrees in here. i have raynauds. i just want to feel my fingers again

all i'm saying. is they should make the dsm 5 less relatable idk. i am winning the put a finger down challenge but at what cost

it's really weird how no matter how you feel about someone you'll still see stuff at the store and think "they would like this"

----

okay i got tired i'm stopping now