#Jules posting

[vampiresuns]

if you ever think you’re a bad friend for forgetting to reply to a text, remember that Franz Kafka trusted Max Brod to understand why he wanted his work destroyed, and Brod completely ignored him and published them anyway, creating an artificial, sanitised version of not just Kafka himself to validate his own literary work, but of the very same work Kafka asked him to destroy, including alterations to his letters and diaries, completely dismissing the literary value of Kafka’s novels as well as his autonomy

you can come back from a forgotten text

[t0ast-ghost]

Guess who’s back? Back again?

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[starfish-spencer]

Starting a collection

[odo-apologist]

Consider this an ad campaign

[op1umeyes]

     His fingers traced the skin of your lower back, lulling you deeper into sleep. You hadn’t said anything in hours, listening to him talk to you. You weren’t really paying attention and he knew that.

     His heart beat steadily under your ear: the perfect drum to pair with his vocal cords. Your fingers carded through the short hair on the back of his neck. “Y/n?”

     When you hummed at his quiet call of your name, he took a pause before going on. “I am proud of you.” He patted your sides gently before resuming their mindless shape-drawing. “I know you don’t like when I say good things about you,” he exhales a chuckle, “but I will anyway. I know you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. I know you think you are a magnet of negativity but that’s not true, y/n.”

     You are awake now, the cloudy haze of sleep that had almost pulled you under had evaporated. Secretly you wished his words were true but the truth is: you were worried you would become selfish and cruel if you started to believe them. Hell, that was your biggest flaw: over-disciplining yourself because you think that’s the only way you could keep yourself from turning into the people you’d been raised to never become.

     “I see you wave at people who look sad. I see when you smile at babies- that real smile that usually makes them do their little baby giggle that just makes you smile more,” he rushes, hands resting on your sides. “I see you when you watch out for kids when they aren’t with their parents. Y/n. . .”

     Quiet, slow tears dripped down your cheeks as you hugged your other half tighter. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

     He smiles up at the ceiling at your raspy voice. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he shoots back. “You amaze me, y/n. You are a hard-working, persistent, talented person. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as stubborn or kind ad you.”

     “Stop it,” you say hoarsely. You turn your head and shove your face back into his shirt.

     He hums comfortably from under you. “I know you won’t agree with me now, but I’ll keep saying it. I’ll keep reminding you of how great you are,” he practically sings as he runs his large, warm hands up and down your side soothingly. “I’ll make you see yourself the way I see you- the way I’ll always see you…”

     He goes quiet for so long, the tears dry and you feel yourself falling asleep again.

     “As perfect as a human can be.“

[yourcatras]

[bucksbeagle]

all buck did this episode was grab tool, facetime eddie, do yard work and then facetime eddie again

[wildflowercryptid]

how carmine finds out florian's got a thing for kieran

[teastyun]

˚➶ ｡˚ love letter to my nemesis (NSFW)

the original sexual tension between you and your nemesis Abby drastically changed into an uncomfortable and unbearable one... who knew that hooking up with your arrogant and rude leader in your dorm would lead into you two avoiding each other completely?

after you finished putting on your uniform, you exit your dorm and head straight over to the community bathroom to wash yourself as quickly as you can, while you try to avoid any clumsy actions caused by your sleepiness. you're running unusually late and your anxiety causes you to miss your toothbrush as you try to squirt toothpaste on it, frustrating you even further.

frustrated by Abby's usual but unnecessary teasing that night, you grab her arm and pull her out of the hallway she teasingly catcalled you as your two walked past each other into different directions. you're unsure of what room you just entered with Abby's muscular arm gripped by your hand, but its door closed and only a small red light above the door accentuated Abby in front of you. pressing her against the door, you watch her eyes drilling into yours, drifting down to your lips as her breath becomes undone. in contrast to her teasing catcalling, her hands carefully touched your waist. before you know it, you two are heavily making out against a door with your arms linked around her neck, moaning and whimpering into your kiss, before she picks you up by your thighs to put you on any surface nearby.

last night you and your friends went to an annual party hosted by the WLF regime, where you met everyone who was off-duty. you and your friends had a great time dancing, singing and playing games as you consumed a few beverages you rarely get to drink in your free time. looking up into the mirror in front of you as you brush your teeth, you notice a hickey peeking from underneath your black tee. horrified of what's visible, you quickly finish off your bathroom session to head back into your dorm to grab a jacket to cover up any more bruises before you finally head off to your shift.

caging her in with your legs around her hips, your head falls back as you moan from the pleasure of her sucking and biting several spots on your neck and shoulder. your hand wanders into her blonde hair, pulling on her braid for her to stop, so you could continue kissing her silly, before your mouth wanders down her jawline to press kisses against all of her facial features. you grind your hips into her crotch as a shudder runs through her body. lifting your shirt over your head, her hands find your braless breasts and knead them as she kisses you hungrily. she bites your lower lip as both her hands pinch your nipples, almost making you scream in an unlocked room with you and your known nemesis on you.

arriving at today's station, you notice everyone lined up and listening to the person in front of them speaking. as you got closer and followed the other's line-up, you see Abby telling about today's agenda as she sees you for a bare second.

breaking the kiss, her light eyes pierce yours deeply with hunger and lust, making you press your chest into her hands again. she squeezes them for one final time. her other hand slips down to the zipper of your jeans, opening it quickly, as she bites down on your nipple. you choke on the sudden sensation of her biting your breast and teasing your clit through your thin underwear with thick fingers damped by your wet underwear.

it starts to rain, dampening your thick uniform and messing up the quick hairstyle you managed to do on your way to your station. nonetheless, you follow whatever Abby is saying, but you can't stop remembering every single thing you two did last night at the sound of her voice.

the moans would escape your lips as Abby starts fucking you beneath your underwear, where her palm grazes your clit so teasingly. she tells you to shut, so you moan louder to tease her concern, but she quickly shuts you up by kissing you roughly, eating up any moans that were supposed to leave your mouth as she fucks you harder and harder against the sweet spot deep inside of you. you see stars as your first orgasm that night fully overrides your senses.

you observed Abby as she assigned positions to the soldiers in front of her. tucked neatly away, her hair looks newly braided. a few flyaways curl from the rain around her face, which she pushed away with her free hand as the other held today's damp green notes. there are no signs of the lack of sleep you two got last night, except for the redness beneath her freckles. finishing her rant, everyone went to their assigned vehicles along their mates, leaving you in confusion. wait, what was today's job? fuck, you didn't listen.

screaming as you see stars, she doesn't stop her fingers' movements, but she abruptly stops kissing you to tell you again to be quiet. you're too blissed out to form any words at the second, so you grab her forearm to stop her. opening your eyes, you ask her to take you to your room, but you need a second to feel your legs again before you two head to your empty dorm.

looking around for any clues on where to go, you see Abby walking up to you with another stack of paper. you feel your heart racing in your chest as she got closer and closer. without saying anything, she hands you the stack of paper, which contains several tasks for your job inside the stadium today. you got the position where you help out in any required station, meaning you're mostly on your own for today, helping out at the armoury, military mechanics and feeling stations. she finally looks into your eyes, seemingly searching for any hints of objection on your side. too shy to communicate in any way, you take the papers and head straight to your first area, away from her and the rain, working until late in the afternoon as your shift ends.

entering your dorm, she pulls you in for another kiss by your waist. this time she kisses you delicately, almost as if she never wants it to stop by letting her hands cup your face so tenderly and sincere. in contrast to her kiss, she firmly presses you against your desk with a view over the lid stadium. she breaks the kiss by pulling off your shirt over your head again and turns you around to face the big window. leaving several kisses down your spine, she tells you how desperately she needs to fuck you from behind and how everyone should see you fucked prettily by your own leader. moaning at the thought, you support yourself on the desk as you feel your jeans and underwear go off in one go, the slick of your heat sticking against your inner thighs. you hear her breathing become more audible before she massages your butt with her firm hands, teasing your core as she got closer and closer. you whine at her teasing and she tells you to be patient, remembering that the night is still young and that she wants to fuck you in every single spot in your dorm tonight. her other hand cups your face, so she could peck your lips before she sucks and bites hickeys on your shoulder as her fingers start fucking you from a different angle this time. it's even better than before, leaving you a moaning mess, crying her name over and over again as she speeds up her fingers inside of you and teases your nipple with the other hand. your second orgasm took you by surprise, making your arms betray you in supporting you. Abby holds you up to fuck you through your second orgasm, telling you how good you are for her and how much she loves hearing you scream her name. it was already your second orgasm in such. short amount of time that night, and Abby made sure you two would have several more until dawn was visible at your windows.

opening the lock to your dorm, you notice a folded peace of paper laying on your dorm's greyish floor. it's the green notes from earlier, but the back of it seems to be handwritten on. someone slipped it through the little crack beneath your door;

dear y/n, hello y/n,

Fuck, I sound so cringe writing you a letter on the back of my notes. As you can tell, I'm not gifted with words of affirmation or whatever people express in any type of letter to someone you have a deep complicated connection with. Anyway, I'd like you to know that I don't regret what happened last night and I'm sorry for leaving you alone this morning. I panicked and left as fast as I can to prevent any rejection awkwardness between us. Guess where we are now. I hope I can make it up to you somehow. Fuck, I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you look just standing there in the rain as you looked around as everyone went on. And shit, the pretty sounds you make when I fucked you and the gloss of your lips everytime we kissed. I can't believe I'm telling you all of this. I'd love to see you again and I hope I didn't complicate things between us with this letter.

I'm in my dorm at 8pm in case you wanna talk about it, Manny is out with his cook weather chick. And if you do, make sure to call in sick for tomorrow. You won't be able to walk.

truly yours, Abby

[bookishjules]

kanej is a ship that truly feels beyond words. like how do i express what they do to me. where do i even start.

after the night when everything went awry in crooked kingdom, when they were ambushed from three different directions.. the way nina describes the look shared between kaz an inej like finding the shore after a shipwreck.. there's something so unbelievably powerful and quintessentially kanej about that image. again and again we see them pull each other out of the water. i mean it's literally inej's voice or presence that brings kaz to shore when he's drowning, both in water and in bodies. it's also kaz who offers inej a not only a ship to go out onto the sea, but also a dock at his land to return to, both physically at the end and metaphorically before the story even starts. they are each other's shore.

and the way kaz has learned solid land to be a weakness, as a person represented by a city on stilts on marshes and canals, the way he sees it not just for himself facing inej, but the way he tries to remove the land that he is from inej, too? the way he pulls back to the horizon to save her in theory, but she just keeps swimming toward him because she's not as good as he believes, and he's not as bad. and what they are is helpless when it comes to each other.

and god the opposition between that helplessness and the demons they carry. alexa play demons by imagine dragons. they may fall together like water down a hill, but once they are together, it takes so much will and strength and love and determination to climb up onto the surf. and i could write essays about the bathroom bandage scene alone, but the distinction between kaz's black gloves and inej's black hair, the way one looks like a dead animal and the other looks like an inkspill, a gilded icon, something alive that draws attention and breath. and the naked hands between them.. that image is exactly the point. inej to kaz is life, just as he is to her, but neither of them is going to ask the other to pretend the deep sea death they were saved from stopped existing, they'll just offer land for them to swim to.

and every single bit of that holds an incredible amount of weight in my heart. i don't know how anyone could not become obsessed with them.

[vonlipvig]

man, the race for best picture this year is so crazy. emilia pérez lauded as a triumph during its festival run, then torn to pieces by the public for being messy, racist, and inauthentic. anora praised during festivals as well, described as an incredible modern cinderella-story, then gets into hot water with the intimacy coordinator debacle and rehashes the poor things discourse once again. the brutalist called a masterpiece, beautifully filmed and full of artistic vision and wonderful performances, then dragged into AI discourse by a mysterious source.

man, if only we had a movie about a bunch of hopefuls who are all vying for a prestigious position of honor, all trying to get the necessary votes to secure their win, only for controversies to come to light about each and every one of them...

[vampiresuns]

anyway when one of your favourite people ever in the whole wide entire world, as in god tier of people, as in someone you'd live, die and kill for and hand your bank information to commissions your literal favourite living illustrator @stellesappho my beloved to make a portrait of you, using one of your favourite Baroque paintings from your favourite Baroque painter as a reference.

anyway, people i'd give up one of my lungs for

[t0ast-ghost]

MORE because I cannot help myself

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[odo-apologist]

POV: You're a scientist and the little creatures you've been observing have discovered one of the hidden cameras you placed in their natural habitat

[kiir-do-faal-rahhe]

hello is this anything 🎤 is this thing on 🎤🎤🎤

[clqiredunphy]

this was so important :((