#LITERALLY CANNOT ESCAPE LMFAO

[jae-in-a-trenchcoat]

So it seems I have taken over the tags…

[wyrmoffastring]

It's so fucking funny to me how often I see someone hate a fictional character so much, they imagine an alternative version of whatever media they're consuming that involves said character, and convince themselves that it is canon.

Usually this is either because:

we're talking about a video game with multiple endings or paths and they insist on ignoring the fact they can go thru the game without actually engaging with the part they hate so much

we're talking about a linear game or a show/book where there aren't choices, but the actual interactions with the character they hate is entirely up to interpretation, meaning they absolutely can interpret it the way they claim would be better, but then they couldn't be mad at the source material

Making up a guy to get mad at is eternal.

[depresseddepot]

It's struggle through autism symptoms hours

[dinsbeskar]

Evil Will Find Her

He has waited so long to have you again, he cannot wait until you reunite in the flesh; or:

Sauron gets off on thinking of you thinking of him, despite the distance in time and space between you

Sequel to In the Dark of the Night // AO3 Link

Songs to listen to: Through Glass by Stone Sour, Closer by Nine Inch Nails

I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed Oh God, it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head

Warnings: smut! goo!Sauron, male masturbation, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), finger/P in V sex, biting, kinda rough sex, praise kink and degradation (only a little, he calls you a slut, sorry, he is Sauron though, man idk), Sauron POV, he is super down bad and also recovering from being literal goo

A/N: I tried so hard not to use the word 'goo' lmfao, considering that's what Sauron is for half the fic! So this is the sequel to In the Dark of the Night, the scenes will mirror each other but not quite... you'll see.

Word Count: 2.8k!

After centuries in the caverns beneath Forodwaith, he had finally escaped. Not that he was any closer to reclaiming you, not in his current state, a seething mass of something dark and primordial, but he could at last seek you out. The only thing he knew was hunger, consuming everything in his path; the only discernable notion in his mind, clouded and murky, was to find you. He had only an inkling that some time had passed since you'd been in his arms, and even less of an idea of where you would be, but he was patient. He could wait, as he had waited many times before for you.

Creature after pathetic creature he gathered and consumed, slowly regaining shreds of his former self, piece by tiny piece, until he was able to drag himself, formless and near-liquid, across the frozen wastelands of the North. The only guiding light in his current unfeeling state was the vague grasping notion of you, waiting for him, yearning and enduring for him, and it pushed him on, gave him strength to endure when all hope was lost.

His mind reaches out for you, across plains and rivers, over mountains and into the halls you now call home. The first time he does this, he has not the strength to make himself known to you, and can only regard you from afar. It takes all of his efforts to merely behold you for a second before you vanish in his mind's eye. If he was capable of sound, all of Middle Earth would have heard his guttural scream of frustration. However, in his current form, he emitted barely a weak gasp masquerading as an exasperated sigh, before falling still and unmoving for at least a week, unable to drag himself any further after weakening himself for just a glance at you. It was worth it. When he awakens, he tries again, and again, the effort lessening every time, but it still feels like forever until he finally regains enough power to reach out and touch you, a tingle across your lips, a tendril of his will wrapping around you.

You're seemingly unaware of his presence, though you react to the stimuli he provides. Your thoughts turn more and more to him, even as you try to push them away, heart shattered after so much time apart, the heartache he caused you in simply being himself. The more you push them away, the more they come unbidden, in your dreams and waking thoughts, until you can no longer ignore them.

This makes it easier for him, you leaving the door ajar, to slither into your mind and wrap himself around your heart once more. You thought you had moved on from his betrayal, the knowledge of his true self having shattered your desire to have him close. Your need for him however was not so easily undone; no matter how much you told yourself you were better off free of him and his inevitable path of destruction, your souls were inextricably bound together, and no earthly power could sunder you. In his primordial oozing state, the terrible ache deep in your souls, yearning for the touch of the other, was all he could feel, and he neither knew nor cared from whom it originated. It was all he could do, limbless and liquid, to revel unthinking in this torment, to bask and rot in the empty void between you; for to suffer in your absence was sweeter than never having known you at all.

The only salve for your unceasing ache was his touch on your skin, his words in your ear, his fëa wrapped around yours as your fervent light battles with his blazing darkness. And you would have it. He swore to you eons ago that you would never be without him; you cursed him for that promise a thousand times, and yet the thought of his desertion was a knife between the ribs.

~

He awakes in a freezing wooden wagon, lying on his back surrounded by bloody detritus as the pale morning light greets his rebirth. For a moment, he has no idea where he is, who he is, or how he came to be here. It is only by looking around, as he takes in the visceral scene before him, that it all comes flooding back.

White hot pain in his shoulders, between his ribs, daggers twisting in his gut.

Darkness, pitch black nothingness.

Hunger.

Centuries of freezing cold, leagues of endless empty wasteland.

You.

He can't catch his breath as he remembers the last time he saw you, guilt flooding through him in nauseous waves, the cruel twisted things he had said to you and the malice you had thrown back in return. He can't even conjure his wrath, grateful that you had abandoned Forodwaith in your fit of temper when you had, lest you'd been caught up in the events of his coronation.

Coronation. He inhales harshly, revelling in the cold air in his sinuses; the tiny sensations for which he must be thankful, he thought bitterly.

Weak with the effort of reconstituting himself, he slowly pushes himself to sit, idly rifling through the possessions of the unfortunate peasant who had so graciously provided him with the sustenance he needed. He begins to root through the sacks and chests, looking for anything to protect himself from the persistent chill outside. He gathers some clothes from a sack in the corner, pulling on a cloak haphazardly; in doing so, he knocks a stack of letters that cascade across the floor. One catches his attention.

He skims the contents and realises it is an old love letter, the page discoloured and brittle with age. The scrawled, pretty words are trifles in comparison to everything you have shared, but the way it is signed lingers in his memory.

Forever devoted, your Halbrand.

He does need a name after all.

With a smirk, he tosses the letter aside and makes his way towards the sunlit back of the wagon. The moment his bare feet touch the ground, he can't help but grin with relief.

In fact, to say he is relieved is an understatement. He is a Maia, one of the greatest of all beings in creation, reduced to crawling in the dirt for centuries. To regain any kind of fair form is a blessing, and it is with appreciation now that he regards his limbs, feels the cold hard ground beneath his bare feet, and finds clarity in the brisk northerly wind on his face. His first thought, as ever, is of you. Where are you, are you well, are you thinking of him? He senses that you are leagues away, but senses you he does. Satisfaction takes him over and he laughs, uplifted now that he finally knows for sure that he is on your mind.

~

Day becomes night, and he eventually stops to rest, unused to needing to do so; he muses over his small fire how you'll greet him when he returns. How he longs for your sweet kisses, however they'll feel in this strange form. He clings to the memory of your breath on his face, your laugh in his ear, the scent of your sweat-slicked skin beneath his. His longing turns to rage before long; the time you both had lost would never be regained. Your long lives would give you every chance to do so, but he cherished whatever time he spent with you, and this wasted time would not be forgotten.

He would have his revenge on the Uruk who dared defy him, who must have assumed merely destroying his physical form would kill him. More's the pity, for Sauron's wrath was great and his will greater. It might take a hundred years or a thousand, but his revenge would be as sweet as the memories he had of you, of the time together that had been stolen from you.

Usually he has no need for sleep, but in dreams, he can join you, so he lays down on the frozen ground next to the dying embers of his fire and waits for you. It's not long before he finds himself in your chambers, breathing in your scent. He has been here before, tried to make contact with you, but in his weakened state he could do nothing but watch you, every night feeling like forever without your touch. Now he can make himself known, and he does just that.

You're lying on your bed, and he thinks to lie down next to you, as he has so many times before, and stroke your hair and tell you he'll be with you soon, that he is counting the seconds until you're in his arms again.

However you surprise him, as you often do, even after all this time. It's what he loves most about you.

You're clearly focused on something, brow furrowed, and before he can slip into your mind further, you cast off the sheets, and trail a hand down to between your thighs. He can't help but grin as he realises what he is witness to. You used to become so flustered when he asked you to do this for him, to touch yourself and think of him, and even now your cheeks are red. His previous attempts to touch you have been in vain, like catching smoke in the wind, the veil between you thwarting his every effort. He brushes a finger over your face adoringly and you sigh contentedly. Did you feel that? He wonders, because as happy as he is to watch you chase your pleasure, he would much rather join in.

Watching you sweat and pant his name always does something delicious to him, satisfying that dark ever-present urge to defile and corrupt you. Savouring every filthy noise he elicits from you, the whines in your throat, the wet sounds of his cock inside you, dragging over every sensitive inch of flesh until there is no thought in your head but of him and your lovemaking.

Your tiny whimpers become moans as he delves between your thighs, delighting in how wet you are. It used to fascinate him, when he first bedded you, just how needy and slick you would get, and he can't deny that fascination never faded. He can't get enough of the taste of you, would happily subsist on you for the rest of his days, and you would probably let him, given the unearthly sounds currently escaping your lips.

His attention wanders to his own pleasure as he realises he is so fucking hard, and he is leagues away from being able to fuck you until you can't stand the next day. He hasn't explored this new form yet, and briefly wonders if you would approve. The peasant who revived him was mortal, and so he seems to have taken the form of a mortal man; would that repulse or thrill you? If you knew it was him, you wouldn't care, he knows this, but he still wonders.

He pulls out his cock and regards it, not having paid it much attention until now. It looks like any other, perhaps thicker than his last, a little longer maybe, but he doesn’t have much with which to compare. You would be the ultimate judge in that regard, and the only one that matters. Most importantly, it feels just as good in his fist as he dreams of you, fingers inside your needy cunt as you moan his name. How long it has been since he heard it, his breath hitches and he strokes faster, keeping in time with the thrusts he makes into you, using all his regained powers to satisfy you like only he knows.

"Are you my good girl, love?" He moans out loud as he has so many times before, not expecting a response but-

"Yes, for you, only you..." You whimper, arching your back, reaching for his touch, and he melts, forehead pressed against yours as he moans your name into the dark. How fucking perfect you are, how eager you are to be his, so ready and willing to fuck the shadows for him.

How times had changed since you saw each other last. It thrilled him to know you still wanted him, needed him, had put any thought of abandoning him from your mind, had embraced him as your husband, your lover, your protector, of course you had, and he arched into his fist as you keened under his attentions, leagues away in your bed.

How could you think for a second that you were not his, wholly and completely? That he could not simply find and have his way with you whenever he cared to? You must know that he would rather be your undoing than let you leave him.

He wants only to ravage you, to pin you down and leave your skin painted with bruises, marking you as his, trails of purple and blue leading to your aching cunt. To possess you, body and soul, chained to him for all eternity.

He would build a temple to your flesh, no, of your flesh, and desecrate it with his seed, worship you as his equal, pray to you with tender kisses and the blood of your enemies, if only to feel your skin on his, your light on his face once more.

He wraps a hand around your throat and groans, running his thumb across your skin and collecting your sweat.

"So good for me, so needy, so fucking perfect, waiting for me to fill you over and over," he moans as he leans down, phantom tongue swiping your throat, the salt of your sweat inflaming his senses all the more.

He wants nothing more than to bury himself within you, to climb inside you and never leave, if that is what it would take to never be parted from you again. He wonders how much of him you could take before your screams of pleasure turn to pain.

You're both so lost in your lust, he has no idea if you're here with him or he's there with you, but he'll take it greedily and without question.

He bites the shell of your ear, nipping just hard enough that you react, hand flying to your face. He grabs it and kisses your palm, rutting into you like an animal.

"Always so good for me," he whispers in your ear, willing you to hear him more than ever, "look how you take my cock so well, the way you stretch around me, always such a good little slut for me."

You asked him once how he could worship and degrade you in a single breath; he'd told you they were the same thing.

Whether the timing of his words is a coincidence, he is unsure; you come hard, orgasm wracking your body while you moan and keen under his spectral touch.

Your walls tighten around him, you both hiss with pleasure, and he can't hold back any longer, pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. He lets loose a string of curses, spilling himself on his thighs, christening his new mortal form and gasping your name.

His tenuous link to your pleasure is broken, and he curses once more, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around you, to fuck you through your orgasm until you're whining and overstimulated, too sensitive under his flaming touch.

~

There is no such thing as a chance meeting, every passing encounter preordained to fulfil a purpose, and he thanks the Valar every day that despite all he had suffered that they had put you in his path. Fate was no small thing and it had bound you all this time, unwavering in the face of defeat and suffering and war and Morgoth, all of which wanted to sunder you from him. It is with that thought that he presses on.

He meets a group of Men who are bound for a ship to take them across the sea for a new life. At first he wants nothing to do with it; he knows where he is going, finally going home, wherever you are. But the old man is insistent, that perhaps his path lays in the West.

There are no chance meetings. If the old man advises Numenor, then perhaps it is his destiny to seek the descendants of men who had destroyed his aspirations centuries ago; the long road of revenge will lead him back to you, of that he was certain.

[via-l0ve]

Heyy, I saw you wanted some Dean requests and I think I have something in mind.

What about an headcanon where the reader is female and she isn't really skinny but not fat, like she hasn't a flat tummy or skinny thighs and she's just insecure, but he reassures her? And maybe it's a bit smutty if you want?

I hope I didn't cross any boundaries! Feel free not to write it, it just crossed my mind because that's how my body is and sometimes I'm insecure because in every fic reader is skinny or plus size, and there isn't much about middle size :/

Wish you a good day 🖤🖤

Insecure {Dean Winchester x f!reader!}

a/n: i love dean sm. i hope you enjoy this!! <33

warnings: swearing, kinda shit ending i’m sorry, smut, unprotected sex, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader talking bad about herself, mid-sized reader!! please ignore the pov changes and the uncapatization LMFAO i’m so sorry. not proofread it’s 1am i cannot

As soon as y/n walked into the small, cramped motel room, Dean knew something was wrong with her. The usual confident and happy aura that followed her was diminished into a bland light. Deans first thought was that it could’ve been from the hunt they had just finished. It was a hard one, too many vampires and not enough bullets to handle the whole nest, leading to some injuries. But, on further inspection, he realized how she sat on the motel bed, barley touching her food and playing with her fingers, picking at her nails. All of which were crystal clear signs that she was not okay. Dean studied her quizzically, not wanting to pry but wanting to make sure his girlfriend was okay.

after a couple moments, he spoke up.

“hey, you good? you haven’t touched the food you bought.” he said in his gruff voice, concern laced through.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shined and her arms draped over her stomach.

“oh, yeah. i’m fine.” she shrugged, poking at her food with her fork, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Dean shook his head. Y/n was obviously bothered.

“bullshit. you’re picking at your food. what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to sit closer to her.

Y/n shook her head, looking anywhere but at dean.

“it’s stupid.” she said, fiddling with her clothes.

Dean sighed, grasping one of her hands in his. he enjoyed how her hand slipped around his, their fingers tangling together.

“nothing you’re feeling is ‘stupid’, baby. talk to me.” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze

y/n looked away from him again, getting up from the edge of the bed and letting his hand fall from hers.

“i just..” she took a moment to collect her thoughts. how should she even word this? what if dean thought it was dumb after all?

“i hate the way i look sometimes.” she spoke softly.

“my stomach isn’t flat, but i’m not like… plus-size or whatever. my thighs rub together when i walk and i have flab under my arms and i just… it’s like im i between skinny and fat and i just.. i hate it dean.” y/n ranted, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

Dean was silent for a beat, just staring at y/n with a look on his face. it was crazy to him that she could even say that about herself.

“y/n..” a beat.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever met. i’m not just saying that because i’m your boyfriend. i’m saying it because it’s true. i live for your thighs and i adore your stomach just the way it looks. your face is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. You’re literally my dream. a goddess.” he said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap.

“you drive me crazy.” he whispered, burying his face between her shoulder and neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin. y/n shuddered at the feeling, goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i just think you deserve better than me.” y/n whispered out. deans grip tightened on her slightly, his head raising to meet her eyes.

Dean lifted his hand, gripping her chin gently and turning her face towards his. he moved his hand up further, gently running his thumb over her bottom lip.

“there is no one better than you, y/n.” he whispered gently, pressing his lips to hers in a very gentle, soft kiss. “you’re mine. my girl. i wouldn’t change that for the world.” he breathed the words into her mouth, his breath fanning over her lips.

“dean..” she mumbled softly, not believing him.

“let me show you. let me show you how much i love you.” he whispered again, craning his neck and gently kissing her jawline.

all y/n could do was nod, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and closing her eyes, basking in the moment.

“would you like that?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. y/n nodded again, her hands gripping his hair gently.

“use your words, babygirl.” he whispered, running his tongue over the spot on her neck.

“yes, please Dean.” she whispered, nodding softly.

that was all he needed to hear as he moved so she stood, he towered over her. his hands roamed up and down her sides, squeezing her hips. he pushed her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. he got down to his knees, lifting his hand up and unbuttoning her jeans.

“your thighs? they drive me crazy, baby.” he whispered, pulling her jeans off and pulling her legs apart gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. his hands ran up and down the sides of them, his calloused fingers gently caressing her skin. his hands traveled upwards again, tracing the outline of her panties and the area where her stomach spilled over slightly.

“beautiful.” he mumbled softly, kissing just slightly above her panties. his fingers moved back down between her thighs, moving to press his thumb against her clothed clit, moving his fingers around her panties and smiling softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

“so pretty.” he whispered into her mouth, gently biting her bottom lip as he let his fingers linger, moving up her thighs again. his fingers played with the waistband of her panties, dipping in and back out, teasing her.

“i want to make you feel so good, baby.” he whispered, kissing her clothed pussy. y/n let out a small whimper, moving her hips slightly.

“please dean. yes.” she whispered, holding his hair in her fist.

deans fingers looped around her panties, tugging them off and biting his lip.

“oh, baby.” he said softly, running two fingers over her pussy lips.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, looking up at her.

Dean maneuvered her legs to be ontop of his shoulders, using his pointer and middle finger to spread her pussy apart, his eyes shining as they landed on her wet cunt, glistening with arousal. he carefully leaned his head in, pressing his tongue flat against her pussy. she let out an audible moan, the warmth of his tongue in contrast to the cold air of the motel room sent chills down her spine.

His mouth closed around her clit, sucking and licking, filthy sounds flooded the previously quiet room. y/n’s moans bounced off the walls, flooding deans ears and only motivating him to go faster, adding more pressure with his tongue and mouth. he brought his hand up, pushing his middle finger inside of her, easing out a louder moan.

“you like that, y/n?” he said with a smile, the vibrations of his voice only sending more volts of pleasure through her clit. Another moan ripped through her as dean pumped his finger in and out of her hole, flexing his finger while inside and ghosting over her g-spot. she gasped, grinding her hips against him and moaning as he increased the speed. she wanted more, needed more. his mouth sucked, licked around her clit, spitting on it gently and moaning.

“feel good, babygirl?” he asked, increasing the speed of both his finger and mouth. all y/n could do was whimper out a soft “yes..” and her moans increased, hips rocking against her face.

“dean.. please.” she whimpered. she wanted more of him, more pleasure.

“please what?” he teased. “use your words, baby.” he said, slowing down his pace just slightly.

“more.. please.” she moaned out, moving her hips again.

“good girl.” he whispered, adding another finger inside of her and pumping fast, sucking and licking her clit, spitting and toying with it as his free hand reached up and took her clothed breast into his hand, feeling how hard her nipple was under her shirt and giving it a light pinch, rolling it between his fingers. y/n was a moaning mess, her legs shaking and forwarding beading with sweat.

“dean i-i’m so fucking close.” she moaned out, holding his hair in her fist and guiding his face just where she needed.

his fingers sped up the pace, feverishly moving inside of her and pressing against her g-spot. his tongue battled against her clit, sucking and moaning softly.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispered, speeding up his fingers.

y/n’s legs shook, her toes curled and her head flung back, eyes closing tightly as her jaw dropped, moans falling from her lips. dean looked up at her, grazing his tongue over her clit in soft stripes, his hot breath fanning over her swollen, throbbing mound. as she came down from her high, she looked down at Dean, his head still between her thighs. her arousal fluid and cum was shone on his lips, chin and nose. his fingers were glistening as well.

“you did so well, babygirl. so well.” he whispered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“mmh~ dean.” she moaned softly. “i.. i want you to feel good too.” she whispered into the kiss.

he shook his head.

“no, no baby. this is all about you. you needed this. i love doing it. i love you so much.” he whispered back, very gently caressing her thighs.

“but.. but dean..” she whispered softly.

“do you want more?” he asked softly. “only if you want it.” he said, kissing her neck again. she nodded feverishly, feeling his hands sneak below her shirt.

“dean, i want you. wanna feel your dick inside me.” she whimpered softly as he took her shirt off. his hands ran over her braless chest, rolling her nipples inbetween his fingers. her fingers toyed with his shirt, yanking it off and working on the button in his jeans. his mouth connect with her tit, sucking softly. she moaned again, throwing her head back.

“jesus, dean.” she moaned softly, still working on his button. he smiled, helping her and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers.

she laid on the bed, dean getting ontop of her.

“look at you.” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her chest again, tongue running over her nipple.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he whispered, using a hand to take his dick, gently running it over her sensitive clit, drawing another moan from her lips. her hands reached up, wrapping around his neck.

“i’m yours.” she whispered softly.

he nodded. “mine.” his voice hoarse as his lips met with hers again.

he carefully pushed his cock into her, moaning into her mouth at the contact as she did the same. he pushed further into her, her breath heavy. he let out a low moan, hiding his face on her neck.

“god, you feel so good.” he moaned out, dragging his hips back and forth slowly, getting a pace. y/n could do nothing but moan as his cock stretched her out, arousal dripping from her hole.

Dean sped up the pace, the sound of wetness, skin against skin and loud moans from both of the lovers filled the room.

y/n looked at dean through her eyelashes, her eyes meeting with his emerald green ones. he pressed his lips to hers again in a feverish kiss, speeding up his hips. y/n moaned into his mouth again. Dean let out multiple low moans, his eyes squeezing shut.

“dean~” she moaned his name, moving her hips in rhythm with his. he moaned louder, drawing in a gasp, grunting softly.

“goddamn, y/n.” he moaned, gripping her tit in one hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. she moaned again, gasping as he pounded into her cunt.

he moaned, feeling her pussy instinctively tighten around his cock. his hand moved up and gently wrapped around her neck. not enough to hurt, but enough to make another moan fall from her lips. he groaned again, pounding into her.

“i love you.” he moaned into her neck, hearing her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“god, i love you dean.” she moaned.

he groaned again, moaning into her neck as he sucked a hickey onto it.

“i-i’m close.” y/n whimpered, her legs shaking again.

“me too, babygirl. cum with me.” he moaned out, speeding up and moving his hand down to rub her clit with his thumb again.

Y/n lost it, loud moans fell from her mouth as the knot in her stomach came undone; her pussy throbbing, clenching around his thick, hard dick. her eyes rolled back as Dean kept pounding into her. she could hear his loud moans, hot spurts of cum shot into her as he moaned loudly, pressing his forehead to hers.

after a moment to calm down, dean spoke up.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, looking at her and carefully holding her face in his hand.

y/n nodded, trying to calm down her breathing.

“i’m okay. more than okay. you’re amazing.” she whispered, moaning again as he gently pulled out of her.

Dean smiled, kissing her forehead.

“i love you, y/n. never talk bad about yourself or your body again you are beautiful. i love you so much more than you know.” he whispered, kissing her again.

“let me clean you up. want to take a bath?” he asked in a whisper. y/n nodded, smiling as he picked her up and led her to the bathroom.

[sefusneezed]

What was Kat's upbringing like (with having three dads)

Ermm TECHNICALLY one dad and two uncles 🤓🤓🤓🤓

UHHHH probably not the typical admech upbringing experience. She didn't have any like, tiger parent stuff. But its honestly not any typical upbringing experience in general lmfao Von Kuronar is nuts.

She's an orphan and adopted RIP but she doesn't remember her birth parents because she was literally an infant when Von Kuronar took her in. Like five months old. This guy who claims he's ALL logic NO emotion went out and adopted a baby just to spite the ecclesiarchy who was calling her blessed by the Emperor when it was his skitarii blessed by the OMNISSIAH who found her. Then he comes back to the rest of the gang ranting about the hardships of being a single father and Kalanis and Mordekai are just confused as hell.

Problem is this guy had no idea what he was doing. A SUPER old archmagos who's not only disconnected and out of touch, but also unhinged and strange in general to begin with. He's literally the worst guy you could pick for parenting. Dude yells way too much at everyone, he had to get his vocal chords augmented so they can handle the amount of yelling he does. He just seems angry all the time. Literally everything he says can be taken negatively. And he just Cannot Relate to stupid biological child problems so he has no idea what to do when she comes crying over random kid stuff and he ends up saying and doing the stupidest most braindead stuff you can imagine to try and "fix" it. I mean, dude tried his best. He read as many parenting books as possible. Let's her get away with everything (literally bans her from the biologis labs and then conveniently "forgets" the next day) And he spoils tf outta her. So then you get this weird disconnected dynamic that's literally just based off miscommunication where he loves her as his own and thinks her not wanting to be around him is just "grr my dad is old and NOT cool" but then actually she's just scared of him and every interaction is awkward as hell. He will not admit any fault though he did nothing wrong he is the best dad. UHH MORE INFO She was homeschooled. She was so bad at basic admech stuff that she would not has survived in any kinda schola and it got too expensive to keep bribing them. She does not vibe with the machine spirits and tbh didn't have much interest in them anyway. But its ok she makes up for it by being a biologis savant. Literally ten years old and doing open heart surgery sticking augmentations on people messing with clone vats. It's so weird she is so bad at machinery unless that machinery has SOMETHING to do with biology, and then she's a genius. So Kuronar just let her focus on that because mechanics was just painful for everyone involved when she did that. Unfortunately UHH she also had no friends. Literally none besides like, SUPER old people and servitors because like she just simply didn't know anyone else. She was so lonely she harassed anyone who made the mistake of giving her attention RIP to all of Kalanis' offworld diplomat guests.

In general umm it wasn't really good but it wasn't bad either?? I mean, its kind of shit but in the context of 40k childhoods she was soooo lucky. Didn't even have the typical admech rigid structures and schedules and whatever smh smh they just let her do whatever she wanted. Sucks for her though because she's still a big nerd who made HERSELF study biologis stuff and now everyone must suffer for it when the latest Kat Beast escapes containment. They should have just left her with the ecclesiarchy and made them deal with her.

[moralesfilms]

apologies for this taking SO long, i had a lot to say lmfao

this is the follow-up from my last post! again, (very!!!) long post and atsv spoilers ahead!!

gwen is a tricky one. there are parts where she was nice (ex. the williamsburg bank building scene or how caring and worried she was when miles glitched in the spider society) but there were a lot of parts were she was quite horrible to miles too.

for example, in mumbattan she says “I shouldn’t have ever come to see you”. imagine your CRUSH, your BEST FRIEND saying that to you. like OUCH. I feel so bad for miles, and you can even see his hurt through the damn mask when gwen leaves and the camera’s on miles.

similarly, during the canon events explanation scene, you can hear the hurt in miles’ voice when he says “I thought you were trying to save me.” he thought she cared about him, but she was really just protecting the “canon”. I’m not a body language expert or anything, but I am pretty good at reading people. you can see his eyes narrowed slightly when she said that she was protecting both him and the canon, and his upper body sort of went back, as if leaning away from her. that’s a “hurt” posture if I’ve ever seen one.

here’s what I think about what happened in mumbattan.

she claimed she “didn’t know” how to tell miles he was an anomaly, which is fair enough (it is a pretty big, important thing to tell someone), but she could’ve at least tried to.

HOWEVER. funnily enough, gwen’s the anomaly here. she’s the only one who actually made up for being a bitch - she started the spider-band thing to look for miles. plus, she had a reason to be horrible. i mean, if my dad held me at gunpoint and tried to arrest me I’d get super pissed off at everyone too. and then she was given a chance to escape from the world that she didn’t want to be in, so of course she took it. honestly, that was super shady of jess and miguel to do that because gwen was at a super low point and of course she was gonna go with people who she thought was gonna help her, but instead they ended up fucking with her.

gwen was a bitch for 3/4 of the movie, but she redeemed herself and had a reason to act the way she did.

jessica never EVER showed ANY sympathy or empathy towards miles whatsoever. the most she did was say “and me” during the canon event explanation scene so miles knew it was every spider-person and not just him.

also, she literally hit miles with her legs (kind of like a dropkick, and she hit him in the face (?) and chest area) in the chase scene. excuse me??? ma’am, that is a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD TEENAGER that you just ASSAULTED. you’re old enough to have a child yourself, that’s not okay. actually, it’s NEVER okay to assault someone.

gwen also attached webs to jessica’s motorcycle and pulled it up, launching it into the air so it headed straight for miles’. she was gonna run miles’ over with a motorcycle, like how she did to vulture in earth-65.

i think the only good thing jess did was not rat gwen out to miguel and still keep quiet when she saw gwen go through hobie’s portal at the end of atsv. at least miguel found out that gwen went to visit miles on his own and jess didn’t tell him. plus, she knew it wasn’t a spider society portal because the portal looked different, so she knew it must’ve been someone close to gwen who created that portal/watch thingy.

still, she could rat gwen out in btsv so that miguel knows she went off somewhere, but after spying on gwen’s conversation with rio and jeff i would like to think she doesn’t do that, but hey, who knows with these movies anymore?

miguel. miguel, miguel, miguel... where to start?

he also has a severe lack of empathy/sympathy. I mean, when miles asked “what am I supposed to do? just let him die?” he just raised an eyebrow as if saying “yeah, that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do”. and miles also said “you can’t ask me not to save my father.” and miguel replied “I’m not asking.” and that is FUCKED UP.

you cannot sit there and expect a fifteen year old to NOT want to save their family member. hell, miles already believes aaron’s death was his fault (as he said twice)*, how are you going to expect him to live with ANOTHER death that he could’ve stopped but was told not to because some messed-up algorithm says that’s supposed to happen? (definitely didn’t take those words right outta miles’ mouth)

speaking of that scene, when miguel showed miles what happened to gabriella’s reality when it collapsed, you could see miles looked genuinely terrified and shit. instead of being a responsible adult and changing the scene away from that traumatizing scene, he continued to show it to miles. not cool. miles even seems to be on the verge of a panic attack at the end (heavy breathing, looking around sort of rapidly) and NOBODY went to comfort him or anything.

showing miles aaron’s death when explaining the canon events is SUPER fucked up. like he already blames himself, that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to miles, and it’s only been a YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS. he’s still freshly grieving. that probably brought up a lot of memories that miles had tried to forget.

miles asked to be sent home. and he “couldn’t do that”. miguel knew that miles was an anomaly. he knew the spider that bit him wasn’t from earth-1610. if he got sent “home”, he’d be sent to earth-42. miguel knew that, so how come he didn’t send him “home” anyway?

I feel super bad for miles too. like he wanted to join the society SO BAD but pretty much everyone was just mean to him, betrayed him, hunted him down, etc. like that’s just so horrible. what did he do to deserve that other than exist? it'’s not like he asked the spider from earth-42 to bite him, it just did.

(just quickly, having aaron’s death in the canon events explanation basically says miles IS spider-man and that was his canon event so... say what you wanna say miguel, you’re just contradicting yourself over and over again. make up your goddamn mind and then try again.)

same as jessica, he assaulted a teenager. choke-slamming somebody onto a train and repeatedly smashing them into said train while yelling in their face is 100% assault. and those scratch marks on miles’ shoulder and arm*?? only miguel has abilities (the retractable talons) that could do that. *(the arm wounds can be seen when he’s elbowing miguel in the head)

he’s angry about “his daughter’s” death and is pushing that anger onto somebody who doesn’t deserve it - miles. just cause you couldn’t save your daughter, miguel, doesn't mean you should stop somebody else from saving their own family member.

and during the movie’s final swing, the words miguel said kept on running through miles’ mind. miguel traumatized the poor boy.

and, when miguel is ripping the go home machine cage open, you can see that miles is genuinely terrified. like how can you see that look on someone’s face and continue to do what was terrifying them?

I do feel bad for miguel. like he had to watch his daughter disintegrate in his arms - that’s a pretty horrible thing to watch, especially knowing you’re the cause. but then again, miles had to watch aaron die, gwen had to watch peter earth-65 die and so on, also with them indirectly (the ones I mentioned were at least indirect) causing their deaths. you don’t see them getting all up in someone’s face and yelling at them or smashing them against a train though, do you?

the only time miguel seemed to “care” or be a little softer was when he said “miles, we all want to live the life we wish we had. believe me, I have tried. but the harder I tried, the more damage I did. you can’t have it all, kid.”

peter b. what happened. just, what happened? it’s been a year and four months since itsv, how can someone change so much? I loved him in itsv, thought he was a great, funny guy. the kinda person miles needed in his life. now, I hate him.

first of all, you can’t tell me peter didn’t know about the tracking thing on the gizmo. there’s no way he didn’t know about that. he seemed to be friends with miguel (he was in gabriella’s reality when it collapsed, trying to help miguel in saving the people)

he didn’t make an effort to see miles either. I understand gwen - she’s a new member of the society, a teenager, etc (as she said, they’re strict on where she goes and everything) but peter’s an adult. he could’ve gone just to see how miles is and so he could tell gwen how miles is doing too and everything.

also, another thing - during the chase scene on the train, miles called out for peter (clearly for help) but he did nothing. (just wanted to add this to make the scene sadder for all of you, you’re welcome).

I forgot about her in my other post, but margo is also good. however, she did consider stopping the go home machine from sending miles “home” (therefore not being on miles’ side 100% of the time), but she ultimately chose the right option and let miles go “home” after seeing the pleading look he was giving her, despite knowing he was an anomaly and could break the multiverse.

and rio and jeff were pretty mean to miles for something that could’ve been fixed once the party was over and with a nice, civil conversation, but they are his parents so it makes sense, I guess. rio made up for it with her sweet talk when she let him go find gwen (I forgot if jeff does anything nice after that lmao)

I feel like I might update this quite a bit, so come back to this post (if you’d like)!

*(I believe @starcut-sand pointed this out, but please please please correct me if I’m wrong!!)

[itsmarsss]

me reading the chapter actuauly

ogm omfgdsjg; d i cant this is so much blitzo constantly thinking of readers words and them lingering in his mind omg i need them to make up i cannot stand this wht he hell he think that no one will be there to cross out the o but i guarantee reader with her saggy ass and titties (as an old lady) would cross the rings to do so

him hating the weekend sfngdg i canot your depictions of him feel so in character it makes me think you are a writer for the show i cannot believe that this fic is literally changing my life (for the better) ofmfks

SEEING THAT TEY TEXTED CONSISTENLY AND IT MADE HIM NOT HATE WEEKENDS AS MUCHDSG and they made it a habit to spend the weeksends together to hate them less i cannot stnat this omsg my heart

"Maybe it’ll be in one of those days when he’ll be climbing up Stolas’ balcony and then he’ll slip and fall and break all his bones only to be found dead on the grass surrounded by ball gags and anal plugs" this took me out SO BAD lmfao i just stared at my screen like

BUT THEN IMEDDIENYL HAD TO TURN AWAY BC OF THE "PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT FOLDER"

mars when i actch you mars i will fnaf jumpscare you irl this is not it. BABRIE AND HIS MOM WHAT IF I BROKE DOWN??? THEN YOU FOLLOW IT UP WITH "blitz is a 35year old single father who kills people...But in this moment… he just wants his mama." LIKE??? HOW DARE YOU ???? THAT IS SUCH A SORE SPOT BC I FEEL LIKE CRYING EVERYTIME I HEAR AB OLD POPEL MISSING THEIR PARENTS AND IT SLIKE FUGHG crying as i think ab it actually whi cant stand this

then his thought process the whole party omg he literally just wanted an escape to not feel. i cant do this anymore him asking loona to call him dad i crided

then when they leave he pulls out his phone to draw and i jsut sdjfdg i died

NOW FOR THE CONVO WITH STOLAS?? UFHH you probably grabbed it from the many ss of their messages that are shown but still omg his immediate backtracking made me want to pull my hair out bc no thats not how you talk UGHHH

then him asking loona if she would be there when he is old and she is like "ill be there dad" i cant i fucking hate this show why would they do that to me (then he vomits)

literally me after reading blitz portion

FIZZ FIDNING READER OGM he must've felt bad bc he was liek "fuckk that was the chick with blitz and stolas oph shit fuck cock"

reader having no one other than ozzie (in that moment) to go to ufhg (get this woman some friends) and their whole convo what if i

her asking ozzie if he thinks she stupid bc blitz words are echoing in her mind just as much as hers did in his omg i need them to kiss and make up please someone grow communcation skills FUCKING

stolas message with her is so late i cant stand this i think i wills start fcrying again

also her expecting a "fuck you" message from blitz only to get something that made her feel better mars stop this

this is madness when i get you i am shaking you really hard LMFAO

anyways those are my thoughts plz tell my u times this bc idk how long this took

this is the most in-depth comment anyone's ever sent me for my writing and i actually wanna cry

every time you talk about how invested in this you are and how much you love it i feel like crying djmdjmvjfk its just like i cant believe someone would care enough to leave me THIS this is so cool and so fucking nice!!

the thing about how he used to hate weekends because it meant he'd be alone and how he stopped hating them once reader came into his life came from a little blurb thingy i never ended up posting, and i felt it fit right into this chapter!

i liked writing this one a lot because the chaos in blitzos head allowed me to be all over the place and cover a lot of different stuff at once lol it was pretty cool

whenever anyone says something abt my writing being really in character it makes me feel so proud i just get so happy that it feels like ya know im taking these characters people care so much for that they're reading fanfiction about them and writing them from my perception and its so cool to have people feel like im doing them justice!!

the death with the sex toys part was a... choice lmao i thought it'd be funny to use the way blitzo's thoughts are all over the place to convey how easily they go from dumb thoughts to really depressive ones

oh the asking loona to call him dad again was added just to hurt yall i wont make excuses its there to be evil lol

yeah the convo w stolas was mostly taken out of the texts we see in stolas' phone in western energy, but i altered a few things here and there but yeah omfg what always got me with those texts is exactly that. like hes so so desperate to have things be okay he backtracks everything he's trying to say just to not feel that blitz is mad at him

i thought i could also add the layer of blitzo beeing too drunk to reply properly which is another reason for the texts to seem so cold

and ohhh yeah the thing with fizz finding her is that its both a 'fuck what i did hurt this girl' and also that kind of 'idk what to do rn' feeling of interacting with your partner's friends who you're not close enough to to have like a real conversation with lol

yeahhh im glad it was possible to catch that lol the chapter was v blitzo centered so we go through reader's pov of things very wuickly but yeah what blitz said abt her kept echoing in her mind just as much as what she said to him did in his!!

i thought the whole 'expecting a fuck you' thing would be fun to add in considering he does consider sending her a fuck you text in the beginning of the chapter lol

and seriously i think having the doodle there instead of just a description of it made it all so much more motional thank you so so much for it!!! i hope you liked the birthday gift!!!! happy birthday babes!!!!!

[carebeartherese]

My live reactions to Loki season two ep 5:

-WOOOO HERE WE GO

-running through the recap

-Im actually scared for this episode srsly

-oooo the almost silent intro

-ALIVE???

-he is angelic fr

-where is everyone???

-did they go back to their timelines??

-Im loving these continued camera shots

-pie room??

-TIME SLIPPING

-oh shit

-:0 double Loki

-hello?

-time slipping is just an excuse for Loki to flip his hair like the hoe he is /pos

-time loop???

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHY IS EVERYTHING COMING APART

-SHIT

-oop there’s the theme

-prison??

-CASEY?????

-WHAT THE HELL

-oh hes escapin

-where are they i wonder

-a boat prison??

-no not again dude Loki can’t handle this

-ALCATRAZ????

-his name ain’t Frank lmfao

-oh it’s the BOAT PLACE

-dude why are we back in the tva

-:0 SHIT NEW YORK 2012

-Aw b15 is such a great doctor I love her

-MOBIUS WHAT ARE YIU DOING

-living his dream

-who tf is don

-also his son??? No thank you

-LOKI GO SEE YOUR MAN

-this is so unserious

-LOKI IS SO CUTE ABOUT MOBIUS

-Mobius is adorable

-SINGLE DAD???

-FUCK YEA

-ooo 1994

-OB!!!!

-hes so silly

-awww he just wants to sell his books

-hes a writer <333

-in his bunker???

-ITS JUST LIKE HIS LAB

-dude ob will believe anything that happens to him

-the sons of who??

-ob is so adorable with his little “hey”

-dammit

-none of that made sense OB

-cannot control the time slipping

-oooo true

-LOKI = TEMPAD

-to save his friends

-oh yea shit kang is coming aint he

-control it Loki!!!!

-nope

-you look like you’re trying to take a shit

-there is no controlling time

-OB WE DONT SHOCK PEOPLE

-OR WHATEVER THAT WAS

-stop psychoanalizing

-go to the pie room

-GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER

-oh that’s actually kind of smart

-ob is adorable and I love him and his tism

-oh fuck there he goes

-TO MOBIUS AGAIN!!

-he sucks at taking the trash out

-yea Kevin

-these kids are literally adorable

-don’t burn down the house pls

-“HELLO”

-these guys are so awkward

-just kiss srsly

-WAIT THEY ARE SO CUTE

-HES SUCH A SALESMAN

-wife long gone????

-cause of the gay

-is he flirting??

-are jet skis flirting????

-mobius really thinks lokis crazy

-OB HI

-none of this makes sense

-awww the way he grabbed Mobius

-dude theyre so gay

-they need to just kiss already fr

-yea your kids will be fine mobius I swear

-hes just a suburb dad

-this is a little heartbreaking but also gay tbh

-IKR IT IS A COOL NAME

-B15!!!! Come with!!!!

-CASEY FUCK YEA

-ESCAPE

-where’s sylvie?

-mobius looks shook

-and Casey trusts no one the little thief

-mobius/don is he flirting with Casey/Frank

-I love sylvie but she always gets angry and fucks shit up

-please leave her out of this one

-WAIT WHAT

-HOW DOES SHE KNOW YOU

-wait till it back

-fuck get that time slipping under control

-sylvie with her lesbian fit and her mullet

-ok but Loki loves mobius and doesn’t wanna loose him

-uncaring queen

-I mean she wants to live

-damnnnnn

-WAIT CALL HIM OUT

-WHAT DOES HE WANT

-FALSE

-HE WANTS MOBIUS SRSLY

-oh come on Marvel be more specific

-of course he doesn’t wanna be alone

-don’t make this romantic again pls

-NO WE ARENT

-his story is with mobius tho!!!

-Casey is such a weird ass hardened criminal

-mobius stop trying to sell shit to people

-Loki you are so babygirl

-NO WHAT ABOUT THE GANG

-I don’t understand anything anymore

-is sylvie flirting with record shop guy??????

-THE VELVET UNDERGROUND

-HOLY SHIT

-literally what is happening rn

-whos this guy in the back

-oh he disappeared????

-why’s shit disappearing????

-NOOOO

-THE TIMELINES DECAYING

-OH GOD NO!!!

-NOT HOT RECORD SHOP GUY

-and she’s gone

-so is the timeline

-Loki is so sad and lonely

-MOBIUS KISS HIM PLS

-HE NEEDS TLC

-NOT TRUE

-a timeline just died for some reason

-Loki was just waiting for this opportunity

-CASEY DAMMIT SRSLY

-OH FUCK NO

-WAIT EVERYONE COME BACK

-NO MOBIUS PLEASE

-OH GOD NOT PLEASE NOT KNTO THE DARK

-THIS VERY BAD DREAM

-oh shit Loki use them timeslipping powers

-GO BACK IN TIME

-YOU CAN DO THIS BBG

-ITS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS

-oh come on dont give me that fuckin cliffhanger

[bettysupremacy]

Let me rant please;

I think this is unpopular but I literally love carol and Tommy, please let me explain.

Also please don’t attack me I am just a girl and I will cry. These are my opinions.

The duo= Tommy and Carol

They’re friends with Steve and everything is fine. Steve’s happy, the duos happy. I mean they literally share food in the cafeteria. That’s so adorable. They must have been friends for a good while. Then Nancy comes in. Nancy with her good grades, Nancy with the (sorry) definitely superiority complex, who never talks ill of someone, I’d be a little annoyed too. Who are you to come into my friend group and start calling us cliche ? girl I’m about to fight u.

They literally shit talk like normal teenagers I promise the world will be fine even though they talk behind peoples backs. At least it’s not to their face? idk LMFAO. A little gossip is healthy. Also Steve always seems to think what they say is funny until Nancy ruins it😒 (that was a joke please don’t hurt me)

Also it wasn’t tommy and carol who peer pressured their best friend into shotgunning a beer.. just saying.

I think everyone also started to think they were mean kids ( I mean kinda ) when they broke J’s shit, but they were so valid to do that. Like yeah they could’ve gone about it better, definitely less property destruction, but they’re 16 and they just found out (what they think is a) perv (sorry Jonathan) took photos of them partially undressed, and they just broke his camera. I’d have ruined his life!😭 if you took photos of me about to have sex with my boyfriend from my window I literally would have made sure you never got into a college, and I’m dead serious.

“I was looking for my brother” tell that to the police babe.

Also the thing about Steve getting upset with Nancy because she told the police or whatever. He doesn’t know the gravity of Barb missing like we the viewers or Nancy do. He’s a teenage boy with an abusive father who doesn’t want to get in trouble if the father finds out about him having friends over. No, he should not have told that to Nancy, but also he was valid in his feelings when he was scared for his dad to find out.

ALSO STEVE APOLOGIZING TO NANCY IM GONNA BE MANIC. “I panicked, I mean I was a total dick.” “Yeah, you were.” WHAT??????????😭 Steve may have panicked and broken the kids camera, yeah he should maybe think about apologizing for that (even though he really doesn’t need to because the kid used the camera to take photos of him naked), but he was NOT a dick for standing up for himself I’m gonna freak out. And Nancy not accepting his apology like she’s a saint in this situation? girl go to hell omfg.

And Nancy KNOWS what Jonathan did was wrong because she calls him out in the woods, oh lord.

I know someone’s gonna hate hearing me say it, but even though what Nancy did definitely was not cheating, it was most certainly disrespectful to Steve. Like here’s this boy that she knows he hates, here’s this boy that she knows definitely has some feelings for her (because he took photos of her naked while she was unaware?) and Steve comes over to apologize to his girlfriend (when he really has nothing to apologize for; besides the camera) and she blatantly lies to his face about where she’s gonna be! Like ok yeah she definitely couldn’t have told him she was going “monster hunting”, but she’s hiding the fact that she’s going to be with someone she knows her boyfriend doesn’t want her hanging around. 😭 I love Nancy tho, don’t come for season 3 or 4 Nancy I’m serious.

Another thing is when Steve and Jonathan got into that fight or whatever, they were being good friends to him ?!? honestly if I got into a fight like Steve, my best friend would have been shouting for me to kick his ass too, maybe even getting in because she can fight and I cannot, but that’s not the point. And when the cops came, they helped Steve escape. It’s just they had a poor choice of words at the gas station, but honestly their words were valid. And Tommy was a good boyfriend for defending Carol. Like, we as the viewers know Nancy didn’t cheat, and was deeply traumatized to be alone that night, but they don’t! They divulged in his delusions, let him drive to her house to check in on her, he caught her “cheating”, honestly the shit that I would have said if my bff’s boyfriend cheated on her? Hell no. Sign him up for the military, pop his tires, put mashed potato mix in his lawn before it rains, I would’ve done worse than the movie sign. But Steve cleans the sign cause he’s sweet and has better morals than me.

Honestly Steve is just plain better than me for saving J and Nancy cos if u had “cheated” on me and now intergalactic monsters r after u? have fun!!!<3 I am NOT saving your ass! And if he had listened to the duo, his heart wouldn’t have been broken 3 episodes later in season 2

In conclusion! Tommy and Carol weren’t assholes, they were teenagers, and that doesn’t make Nancy and Steve saints for seeing sense and growing up quicker. That also doesn’t make Steve and Nancy villains. None of these teens should be villainfied (is that a word ?) for being the way they are, because they’re teenagers who still have to grow and mature and some just do it quicker than others. Please stop attacking my best friends tommy and carol. They were just ride or die frl. This show is easily my favorite for the way they portray teens. It’s so incredibly accurate it hurts.

Nancy and Steve aren’t the villains but they could easily be painted to be. Tommy and carol aren’t the villains, but they could easily be painted to be. It’s point of view, which everyone has, and by that definition everyone is a little in the wrong, but that doesn’t make them world class villains and the others heroes. You’re literally the hero of your own story. I’m getting heated now I’m gonna post this ♡

Also I didn’t like barb don’t shoot me.

[itoukaiji]

started reading kaiji part 1 cuz I have all the volumes so far so long ass thoughts incomingggg

If I could just be the enabling wife of a gambling addict for a sec I think this arc really like. Explains kaijis #grindset towards choosing to gamble over doing like. Literally anything else to make money lol. Cuz in their mind it's opting out of capitalism if you can get ahead without having to harm anyone else (but yourself i guess lol)

But earlier kaiji genuinely believes they are like Broken they cannot harm others to get ahead (and think they are a freak in general they can't be an asskisser in the work place to make managers like them. Relatable lmfao!)

Also yeah after there like "I'm gonna do this cuz it'll just be me who dies if it goes wrong teehee" everyone else is encouraged also

And then they all die 👍 so even while trying to find a way out where no one else is harmed a bunch of people still died.

I do think this was the turning point for Kaiji cuz it becomes an escape but also this. Quest to like beat teiai (capitalism) that they can't let go of.

Cuz just having their needs met / being rich doesn't even cut it anymore when the initial goal was to just get outta debt. Like come part 3 they arent in debt anymore and they're just as miserable as they were at the start. Like how do you live through all this and just go back to normal life. Anyway part 7 kaiji goes to therapy arc please 🙏

[lovebvni]

i’m sorry i can’t get over this

the dream abt killua last night i can’t breathe he’s too much for my soul i can’t breathe i can’t get over it i can’t stop thinking about it.

literally have a whole dr based off that dream, mainly bc it’s an art boarding school but then also i was rlly fucking pretty and he was the sweetest.

i wish i was w him rn, but i will b soon!! <3

i need to stfu about this but i can fucking stop thinking abt the way he hugged me!!

i was walking w my friends n when i was too fast he fucking SPRINTED to be next to me n js held my hand. then when we walked into the school he pulled be over to like where they have school merch or whatever and he just pushed em against the wall n hugged me soo tight like he just needed me bro!!! yall don’t understand i can’t even explain this in words. his face literally buried into my neck and held me so so so SOOO tight. just an “i need you” type hug. that he just i can’t even w words!!!!! i didn’t even know how to react and i don’t know if i hugged him back but dear god i cannot breathe

i think i’m too gay for this world guys i can’t breathe

he also had on this ugly ass neon yellow shirt w a superhero quote written in sharpie on it i cannot breathe it’s genuinely so funny 💀💀💀

there were fireworks in that dream too + i escaped a place i kept going through cycles in so that’s a good thing :))))

i’m so sorry i’m so happy i never get dreams where i genuinely feel smth like this LMFAO THEYRE USUALLY JS SIGNS N SHIT

[tickly-trashcan]

After Bedtime... {Twiyor}

A/N: I LITERALLY LOST MY MARBLES WRITING THIS i love yor and loid so much its almost unhealthy at this point.... thank you so much for the prompt!!! I just think they should kiss so they might have kissed once or twice during this fic. they are married, people, they can kiss!!!! anyways i’ve rambled enough, hope you have a lovely day/night and enjoy! drink ur water! (the summary sounds suggestive i promise this fic is safe LMFAO)

Summary: After Anya goes to bed, Loid and Yor have a little bit of fun.

Word Count: 1.5k (under the cut)

“Anya’s finally asleep,” Loid said in exasperation, landing on the couch next to Yor, who giggled. She pulled Loid into her lap, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. 

“Did she want to stay up and watch television?”

Loid chuckled. “Of course she did, Yor. What else would she want to stay up for?”

Yor hummed in contemplation, grinning. “Maybe she’d want to stay up to watch her loving parents flirt,” Yor said, leaning down and kissing Loid softly. She pulled away, her cheeks warm. She noticed Loid’s cheeks grow in color as well, making her giggle.

“Oh, she doesn’t like when we flirt,” Loid said playfully, sitting up. He put a hand on Yor’s waist, pulling her a bit closer. “But you know what she does like?”

Yor’s heart skipped a beat as Loid leaned closer. “What does she like?”

“She really likes… family tickles!”

Yor gasped when Loid squeezed her waist, making her fall back on the couch as Loid followed.

“Loid, noho– don’t!” Yor squealed, curling up beneath Loid.

Loid only chuckled, prodding at Yor’s ribs as she tried to keep herself from laughing. “What’s wrong, Yor? This doesn’t tickle, does it?”

Yor shook her head, whining as Loid traveled down her sides. He smiled as he watched Yor’s pink cheeks and bright smile, though her smile was quickly covered by her hand as she noticed him staring.

“We-We’re going to wake up Anya!” Yor protested, a small giggle emerging.

“She sleeps like a rock, you know that, Yor. I think we’re fine,” Loid said reassuringly, pinching at Yor’s stomach. “Now, where did that beautiful smile go?”

He used one hand to gently move Yor’s, revealing a wobbly smile as she tried to keep herself from laughing, still sure that she would wake up Anya. Loid hummed, tracing his hands across her stomach as she squirmed, giggling softly.

Loid chuckled and leaned close to Yor, whispering in her ear. “Why are you holding back, Yor? Laugh for me.”

She shook her head, wheezing softly. “But Ahanya–!”

Loid rolled his eyes and shook his head. “She’s not going to wake up, trust me.”

Loid squeezed Yor’s hips, making her squeal again. He stayed there for a few moments, managing to draw out more squeaks from his wife before she finally began to giggle openly. “Lohohoid! Ehehe, not thehehere!”

“Not there? Hmm, alright. What about… here?”

Loid gave Yor’s thighs a squeeze and she yelped. Loid gasped in surprise when she suddenly flipped him over by grabbing him around the waist with her legs. He fell back on the couch with a short yelp as she loomed over him, pinning him down. “Ah! Sorry, Loid, I’m really ticklish there!”

Loid chuckled when his surprise subsided. Sometimes he forgot just how strong Yor could be. “It’s fine, Yor,” He said, going to sit up. He struggled a bit when Yor wouldn’t budge, looking up at her with a nervous smile. “Yor?”

“You’re sure Anya won’t wake up?”

Loid nodded, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, why?”

Yor grinned. “Well, I think I’ll take advantage of that.”

Loid’s eyes widened and he shook his head, squirming under Yor as he began to giggle nervously. “N-Now wait, Yohor! I thought we were just plahaying!”

“Oh, we still are Loid! But it’s your turn now! If you want, I’ll give you five seconds to escape!”

Loid gaped, gesturing to Yor, who was still straddling him. “I literally cannot escape!”

Yor began to count down slowly, wiggling her fingers at Loid as her hands got closer and closer to his stomach. He squeaked, shaking his head and trying to squirm away. “Yor!”

“Three… two… one!”

Loid squealed when Yor’s hands finally descended onto his stomach, sending ticklish sensations all throughout him as he kicked his legs uselessly. “Yohohor! Nohohoho, plehehease!”

Yor giggled sweetly, scribbling her fingers all over Loid’s lower stomach. “Took no time for you to laugh, hmm?”

“I cahahan’t help it! You knohohow that!”

She smiled, nodding. “Of course I do. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t know just how ticklish you are? Especially riiight… here!”

Loid wailed as Yor tickled at his lower ribs, right by his stomach. He tried to curl up to defend himself, but with Yor straddling him, it was proving difficult. He opted instead to grab at her hands, attempting to pull them away. Again, he forgot just how strong Yor could be, and only ended up swatting at her hands as she explored his ticklish torso.

She slowly climbed up his ribs, his laughter escalating as Yor drummed her fingers slowly. She hummed, watching as Loid shook beneath her with bright pink cheeks and a wide smile. “Now, now, Loid, don’t laugh too much. I wouldn’t want you waking Anya up.”

“Buhuhut yohohou’re– NAhaha! You’re tickling mehehehe!” Loid whined, shrieking when Yor got closer to his underarms. She hummed, skittering her nails along his upper ribs. His shirt did nothing to protect him from the extra ticklish sensations, and he couldn’t help but snort.

Yor chuckled. “You were tickling me too, Loid. It’s only fair,” She said softly. He clamped his arms down before she could reach his underarms, making Yor click her tongue. “Loid, do you really think that’s going to protect you?”

Loid shuddered at the menacing yet playful look on Yor’s face, shaking his head as she took hold of his wrists with one hand. “Nonono, Yor, please! Plehehease, I’m sohorry!”

“Why are you sorry, silly? We’re just having fun, remember?” Yor chuckled, tracing circles on his stomach as she slowly raised his arms above his head. He hardly fought, partly because he was entranced by Yor and partly because he was a little tickled out. His smile wobbled as she held his wrists high above his head, slowly tracing her finger in swirls all the way up to his upper ribs.

“Yor–!”

“This might tickle a little,” Yor teased.

Loid shrieked as she started to claw at his ribs again, nearing his underarm as he shook. “Ahahaha! Juhust a little??” He gasped, knowing that she was just teasing him. Yor hummed, then shook her head.

“More like a lot.”

Loid hollered as she finally began to scribble her nails under his arm. He snorted and squirmed, tugging on his arms in hopes that she would eventually loosen her grip. She went back and forth between both of his underarms, sometimes raking down his inner bicep before tracing in the hollow.

“YOHohohor! Plehehease, not thehERE!” Loid wailed frantically, kicking his legs weakly as she chuckled along with him, cooing at him.

“Mama and Papa…”

Yor immediately halted her hands, looking over towards the bedroom wing, where Anya stood in her pajamas, holding her plushie in one hand as she rubbed her eyes with her other hand. She narrowed her eyes, sounding deliriously tired as she spoke.

“Mama and Papa are being loud.”

“Anya! Sorry, Papa was being a little silly! Here, let’s get you back to bed,” Yor quickly got off the couch, scooping up Anya as she yawned.

Loid laid on the couch, panting heavily with one hand on his stomach. There were still lingering giggles and tingles, his face warm. He looked over to where Yor had gone with Anya, silently thankful that he had woken her up. He didn’t know how much more of Yor’s tickling he would’ve been able to take.

He eventually got up, realizing how sore his stomach was from laughing. He walked over to Anya’s room, where he saw Anya tucked in as Yor pet her head, chatting with her.

“Why were Mama and Papa being loud?”

“Your Papa was being a bit naughty,” Yor chuckled, making Anya grin.

“Did you oo-bli… oo-bli-too-ray him?” Anya giggled.

Loid chuckled from the doorframe. She was learning way too many words from the spy show she loved to watch.

“Obliterate?” Yor said in surprise. She smiled, turning to glance at Loid. “I suppose.”

Loid flushed. “Okay, time for bed, Anya.”

Yor chuckled as Loid came over and sat on the bed as well, reaching over and ruffling Anya’s hair. “Tomorrow’s the weekend, right? How about I make pancakes for breakfast?”

“Pancakes!”

“We won’t be loud anymore, but you need to go to bed, alright?”

Anya was quick to curl up under the blanket and close her eyes tightly. She peeked one open. “Anya will sleep. You make the pancakes!”

Loid hummed, nodding his head. “They’ll be ready when you wake up.”

Loid and Yor left the room, shutting off Anya’s light before exchanging a look with each other. They broke out into quiet giggles, walking off to bed.

“I told you she would wake up,” Yor said, nudging Loid.

“She only woke up after you tickled me,” Loid pointed out.

“It’s because you’re so ticklish!”

Loid flushed, about to protest, but Yor was already dragging him to bed, saying that she wanted pancakes in the morning as well. Loid rolled his eyes.

“Of course, Yor.”

[onecantsimply]

Hello, if i'm not bothering you May i request an headcanon for Jack the ripper x FEM godness Reader, like She's Just very sleepy and cuddly and loves to hold hands,very soft ,shy , introverted and let other Gods step on her,

Ain’t no damn way you’re bothering me-

Love you Giulien-

Want a pic to show to the next disrespectful anon-?

Lmfao-

• Jack thinks it’s amusing- You’re pretty sleepy, which works with him when he needs to go out and do his “activities.” But here’s the thing- Cuddly + God = Tight ass grip. Ain’t no fuckin way he’s escaping to do his activities while you have him in a tight cuddle- Though, who said he minded?

- Of course Jack would love a cuddle session with you while you’re asleep. (Which is like 70% of the time hh-) He also keeps in mind of how you’re a large hand holder. Whenever you’re outside, in public to either explore or get groceries, you’re always holding his hand. It has him feeling rather… warm.

- Though, while you are outside, you do happen to be very… antisocial. You’re excited to see things, but you’re shy of how many people there are out there. This wasn’t like how it was when you were in your regular, living area. But thanks to you exploring, you did happen to meet your significant other-

• If we’re going to speed on to the end of his match at Ragnarok, where he’s mostly healed, Jack happens to see you get disrespected by other Gods at times. The reason of you not fighting back because you don’t see it as worth it, and you’re too lazy- But, there’s also one factor as well… You can brutalize their ass.

- Still, even if you don’t decide to fight back, Jack will do it for you. Even in his wounded state, he’ll throw hands. He’ll use the tea set he has to murder more people for you- Ain’t no damn way Gods are going to pick on you and get away with it while he’s literally right there- Like are they BLIND-

- But even so, Jack knows he has his limits. And he knows how powerful certain Gods are just by looking at them. He may not show respect to Odin if the male disrespects you, but he will still bow in the presence of a superior being when you’re around. You confuse him when you’re like this. You’ve just been insulted, and you’re completely fine with it?

• Of course Jack has saw you get disrespected by both Humans and Gods now. But the fact that you’re so forgiving and let them step on you… Jack simply cannot allow that. You’re his s/o. Ain’t no damn WAY he’s letting you just get insulted like that. Especially if it’s by Humans. Gods may be a different idea.

- Though, some are terrified of him. Before and after the match. Nothing some intimidation won’t fix. Though, he will decide murder due to how rather… shy or soft you are. If someone’s making you cry… it’s time to choke Hlökk to force her into a Völundr again- Murder is now decided-

• But anyhow, back to fluff. You’re always able to calm him down whenever he’s slightly provoked from all these people insulting you. He may not like it, but he’ll be forced to let go of it when he knows you’re waiting for him. God damn it, you’re lucky he loves you-

- Lmfao he’s gonna watch you pass out on the bed as if nothing happened before. After the match of Ragnarok, Jack would gladly climb in to share some warmth with you. The happiness you have in your colors always makes him smile. He hopes he can keep it that way for a while.

[scoutpologist]

your gender rantings are so real and also interesting to me because i have like. an equal and opposite experience with being bigender. like i don’t like the term nonbinary for myself either but that’s because it’s important to my identity that i Am the binary [mainly bc of big lifelong gender feelings caused by growing up intersex blah blah whatever whatever]. it’s honestly kinda weird to me that there’s an assumption that everyone under the umbrella of “nonbinary” would be ok with being individually referred to as nonbinary

heyyy gender opposites!! it's always so interesting to me to hear from bigender people too, because i feel like we go through that same battle of having to fight the binary. one of the fundamental assumptions of the binary is that male and female are polar opposites, as are masculinity and femininity, with no gradient in between. you are or you aren't.

this is. troublesome for a lot of people, but the particular way that both bigender people (talking man and woman bigender here) and agender people fundamentally shirk that is interesting. because the binary functions on the ideas that 1) you cannot escape and 2) you have to "pick" one gender/sex/presentation and stick to it.

so i think it's really cool to compare our experiences!!! reading chameleon, chameleon part 2 by catmask on here was genuinely a really crazy experience because i could see a lot of myself in the story of forsaking part of your identity in order to let the other part of yourself be seen. i relate to people of pretty much any gender and want to explore all types of presentation, and trying to reconcile that with the pressure to "just choose" (plus dysphoria) is sometimes a bit too much.

there's also the differences, like you said, and there's really nothing to say there because it's obvious what they are lmfao, but i salute every multigender soldier out there for being strong as hell against people who are literally incapable of being normal about any trans person they don't understand.

also, yeah, it's really silly that a lot of people have the idea that because you're technically under an umbrella term, that that's how you identify yourself. i might call myself nonbinary for convenience sometimes, or when i'm feeling particularly in favor of that term, but overall i'm just agender. and being told i can only be male, female, or nonbinary is weird. because i'm not really any of those.

so i definitely get you there. especially because nonbinary is a bit controversial for some people, because it's a term that's named after what it's not. good umbrella term, but not for everyone!!

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sorry for this being long but YES times a million to toronto needing more neutral/positive voices 😭 i think when you look at everything big picture toronto compared to other media scenes is so absurd despite how much people try to downplay it/make it seem like players are at fault for not being “built for it”. like there are teams in the league who haven’t made playoffs in years, CANADIAN teams who’ve struggled for seasons, teams in huge markets who’ve underwhelmed compared to expectations, and yet the media surrounding them gives fans something to look forward to and highlights the silver linings regardless of their team’s shortcomings. buffalo hasn’t made playoffs in over a decade and every season ends with journalists covering them talking about how bright the future is. teams in hockey obsessed canadian markets like calgary/ottawa/montreal all have reporters who make people excited about their prospects and what their teams have the potential to become even when they’re out of a playoff spot by december 😭 there was so much excitement around the metro fight for a wildcard spot despite there being plenty to nitpick about how they shouldn’t have been in that position if they played better earlier in the season blah blah blah because it was something fun! like teams in objectively worse situations than the leafs all have people who are able to frame things positively and i think that’s so important when so much of what makes sports fun is the belief that each season is a blank slate where anything can happen. such a large chunk of leafs fans being doomers who enjoy spiraling more than appreciating literally anything about the team they seem to feel obligated to be fans of ends up feeding into local media narratives because that’s what reporters assume fans want to read about and are unfortunately correct about and it’s just a vicious cycle. steve dangle would probably be despised if he did what he does now for any other team because other fanbases don’t want to hear or think it’s funny to hear endless negativity about their players 😭 all that to say the fan base attitude and the media being so critical seems to go hand in hand in some ways. society if the leafs lb could just do the post game scrums instead (cars flying)

JHFUDIJSKMLFGJHDISJ (cars flying) made me laugh out loud, but like. yeah to all of that. it's just a mess. i don't know if people stay connected and into the sport bc it's all they know and they don't know how to direct their own attention elsewhere or if it's the sunk cost fallacy of thinking all the time you've spent rooting for something will be a waste if you're not a fan anymore or if people just generally like being negative and miserable but. i hate that you just cannot escape it in fan spaces no matter how much you try to curate (ok except on tumblr, it's good... for the most part)

i've even see people bordering on saying the same stuff on here and in the lb. about players not trying hard enough and whatnot and it's like. come on, lmfao. it's fine to be frustrated after losses and joke and meme but to actually in your head be like 'no excuses, they just need to go out and win and if they don't they're not trying or complacent' like please get a grip. every man who has made it to the nhl dreams of that and works hard to get there. the season's a long ride. *insert every cliche here*