#Look…..their convos were entertaining

[shokuto]

Black Cat & Mysterio in Ultimate Spider-Man #153

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Me: *talking about the older Disney Princess movies and how I'm re-watching them* Someone: Oh yeah, but man those older ones, the OG 3? They were horrible representation for wom- Me:

Me: Speak not another word, lest we get thrusted back into the good year of 2014. This is why Frozen gagged y'all, cause people had that antiquated and twisted mindset of something that doesn't exist.

[kanmom51]

Having a conversation Jikook style

But seriously, this is not only Jikook, this is basically long term couple behaviour.

We hear the words coming out of their mouths, clearly talking about food, eating "something", all while their hands and facial expressions are telling us something else.

Those legs, JK really likes touching those legs.

We know JK has a thing with textures

Was it because they were nice and smooth? Were they perhaps shaved and he was enjoying that texture. Guys, don't laugh, this is an actual thing. A very neurodivergent thing!!

Or was the conversation as suggestive as it clearly appears to be?

See, what we are shared in these clips isn't the full convo though.

It does start out about food and poop, but imo strays very fast from that to something entirely different indeed.

JK saying what he did about JM's fate trying to eat something, ooh, the under-layering that followed was indeed delicious.

JK saying he's definitley eating something going in for the touch, palm out palm in. And cut!!!

And what about that hand gesture of JM's when JK says "I'm definitley eating something"?

I kind of feel like walking through door 2 but having it placed behind door 1, lol.

JK loves the texture but that whole convo at the end is most definitley suggestive.

Whatever it is, that guy in the back, the one that was looking at them (the others were not) he felt the need to not see it!!!

And JM's hand. At first I thought he was trying to move JK's hand away, but I don't think he was. I think he was trying to hold onto JK's left hand. Because he clearly was not trying to move away JK's right hand that JK felt the need to go in for an extra touch with.

Ugh, don't you just hate those Hybe editors cutting away at our Jikook moments??

Oh, and before I leave you, how about this little doozie? Seems like the official translations of the show are shit. Please do act surprised why don't you.

Sigh.

Yeah, seems like slowly but surely we are getting more and more posts about how the translations are not exactly accurate. Perhaps bro-ifying the conversations, perhaps just struggling with translating it accurately because of the difference in the languages, idk, but it's something we need to take into consideration. Not gonna make this any less entertaining, but definitley there will be things that are louder than what we initially think they are with the current translations.

Another example to that is what we see in this clip about JK saying: "You looked great when you got here".

Cause yeah, JK says "you looked pretty..." not "great".

SO PRETTY

not great.

SO PRETTY.

A term which we know JK has used in the past to describe JM.

[nadvs]

love the basketball!rafe blurbs <333 I was wondering if I can request a blurb where the reader and rafe are still dating and he’s in the NBA, but reader numbs into max like running errands and he tries to hit on her only to find out that she’s still with rafe. whether she has to tell him or rafe comes around the corner mid convo 🌚

thank you so much!! OMG LOVE THIS 🤭

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“they raised the price on this,” she whines.

“on what?”

she points her phone to her favorite snack in the campus grocery store aisle. tomorrow’s the first day of the school year and she’s loading up on food for her dorm.

“so annoying,” she mutters.

“need me to send you money?” rafe offers, his voice low in her airpods. she looks down at her phone screen, meeting his eyes again over facetime.

“i can take care of myself, but thank you, sugar daddy,” she says sarcastically.

“call me that again,” he says slowly.

“shut up,” she laughs.

“how much is it?”

“i shouldn’t have said anything,” she sighs. she puts the box in her cart, because she knows the transfer notification will inevitably come up on her phone.

her boyfriend was already well off before, but now that he’s signed with the nba, he’s even more generous with how much he spoils her.

they’ve been long distance for nearly five months. she’s starting her final year of college while he plays ball states away, but they’ve gotten into the groove of making sure they talk on the phone enough.

long distance was hard at first. but she feels like they’ve finally figured it out.

she turns into the next aisle, then meets eyes with someone she’d really rather not see.

“hey,” he says.

“max.” she only says his name so rafe knows who she just ran into. “hi.”

“still your guilty pleasure, huh?”

her ex points at the box of snacks in her cart. she must have mentioned it to him when they were dating. funny how he remembers, but she doesn’t.

“not really guilty,” she says. she looks down at her phone. rafe’s clear irritation is kind of entertaining. “just a pleasure.”

“right,” max says. “how was your summer?”

“great.” she’d rather keep this short. “i’m in a rush.”

she tries to wheel her cart away but he stops her.

“hey,” max says. “listen, i wanted to say i’m sorry. i know when we broke up, things got kind of tense.”

“tense,” she repeats. “you mean when you started talking shit about me to anyone who’d listen?”

she hears rafe’s chuckle in her ear. she was already a no-nonsense type of person, but being with rafe has made her even more confrontational.

she hated that max told the whole team what a traitor she was for hooking up with rafe. he even turned some of the girls on her squad against her.

max looks away nervously.

“yeah,” he says. “i messed things up with you and i was bitter about it. i didn’t deal with it so great.”

“sure didn’t.”

“is there a chance…” he shuffles in his spot. “this is out of left-field, but could we… go for coffee or something? maybe try this again? i’m not an asshole anymore. i promise.”

she stills, blinking at max.

“oh, my fucking god,” rafe laughs in her ear. “did he just ask you out? put me on speaker.”

she wordlessly disconnects her airpods.

“i’m on the phone,” she tells max, holding it out with the screen facing out. “with my boyfriend.”

“oh,” max says awkwardly, eyes wide when he sees rafe. “i didn’t know you guys were… uh…”

“you done hitting on my girl, hammond?” rafe says.

“i’ll see you around,” max says, pushing past her.

“hope not,” rafe mutters.

“god,” she whispers with a laugh, connecting her airpods again. “that was so awkward.”

rafe smirks at his screen as he lounges on his couch, listening to his girlfriend’s sweet laughter over the phone.

he’s had a hard day. training killed him. his coach was relentless. tomorrow’s only the second game of the season and he’s still feeling the pressure to prove himself. on top of everything, he misses his girl so bad it hurts.

but he has something a lot of guys would kill for. and this was a good reminder of how lucky he is.

[harrywavycurly]

Niall talking to Harry about planning her Bach party please Sarah?😂😘😘

Hiii babes!! This makes me laugh because imagine if it never clicked for Harry that Niall being your Man of Honor meant he would be planning your Bach party and stuff? So I’ll happily give you a convo where it all dawns on Harry what all exactly Niall is in charge of with your wedding 😂💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*this is done in dialogue form because it’s just a fun little conversation*

A/N: Niall drops by for a visit and Harry becomes aware of what all Niall is in charge of since he’s your Man of Honor, enjoy the bickering between my fave besties that like to act as if they hate each other✨

“Yer office has a couch in it? What the bloody fuck for? You have a living room right down stairs…” “Because I wanted one in here for when I have to work late and-why are you even here Niall?” “Well I came to see if your lovely fiancé or better known as my bestfriend was home but I forgot she’s dress shopping today so…figured I’d see if you were busy and up for a hang out.” “You weren’t invited to that?” “Oh I was but I had a morning meeting-” “wait you…you were actually invited to go dress shopping with her and the rest of the bridesmaids?” “Yeah? I’m her man of honor I’m invited to everything.” “So you’d get to see her dress before me? What kind of shit is that?” “I’m not her bloody fiancé Harry so yeah I was always going to see the dress before you mate…besides I was there when the girls picked their bridesmaids dresses and while it was a bit like herding cats watching them pick two that they agreed on it was entertaining at least.” “You got to see the Paige and Emily showdown in person?” “Oh yeah…them two love to argue over everything…bout had to hold Emily back when Paige told her we should go with floor length gowns instead of knee length…” “she didn’t even let me see which dresses the girls ended up getting…” “really? Well don’t try no sneaky shit with me H I’m not telling you shit she doesn’t want you to know…but I’m glad that’s one thing I can cross off my list of duties to help with…I have to focus on this bachelorette weeken-” “I’m sorry? You have to focus on what now?” “Planning her Bach party…it’s like my main job besides like making sure she actually shows up to the alter on time and all that jazz.” “You…you’re…planning…her party?” “Well s’more like a mini vacation because I’m thinking Miami for four days and getting a yacht for the main event because she loves a boat day ya know?” “Miami? Really?” “That’s the place they all agreed on…I just need to get some details settled with her before booking everything.” “I just…I didn’t think you were really going to be so…involved.” “What the fuck did you think I was gonna be doing Harry? Standing around looking pretty? No..I’m the bloody Man of Honor and I take that shit seriously.” “That’s…that’s good to know I guess…what else are you in charge of then?” “Ah yer gonna love this…I gotta assist her in bathroom breaks during the reception…like hold her dress and shit.” “Say that again?” “Yeah…like proper make sure she doesn’t like…ruin her dress or anything when she needs to take a leak.” “I don’t fucking think so Niall. Man of Honor or not you’re not going to be helping my wife go to the bathroom.” “See I told her you’d be all upset about it…so she got Emily to take over that part of my job.” “You’re such an asshole.” “I just like to see you sweat is all…so how’s Gemma coming with your bachelor party?” “What? She’s not-” “she’s not what? She’s your best woman Harry that means she’s in charge of shit like that…and knowing your sister she’s gonna plan something wild…I gotta call her and make sure I’m invited….is it weird that me and Amelia will be at the bachelorette party together?” “I need your bestfriend to hurry up and come home..you’re giving me a headache…I need to lay down…” “good thing you have this couch in here then…”

[dumbassaimee]

Hi! I’m back I was suffering from lack of motivation 😞

Summary: you’re babysitting his daughter, after suffering from a recent divorce he needed help to look after his kid as he’s at the studio often, though recently he’s asked you to stay longer.

Warnings: cheating, smut, hair pulling, degrading and praising

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It was a long day of babysitting his daughter Cali, though Cali was an easy child I still got a bit tired of running around and keeping the little girl entertained.

It was around 11:36PM, I had just put Cali to sleep, now having to wait until James came back, something off putting about James was that he’s been making me stay longer always trying to convince me.

Especially when he’s home too, I’m not sure what this is all about.

Thinking about it made my head spin with thoughts, then I heard the front door open then slamming the door behind him, James arrived.

Probably pissed at something hearing how heavy his footsteps were being that wasn’t a good sign.

“How was the studio?” I asked trying to make a little convo between us maybe to lighten up his mood.

“Shit.” He responded and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer, typical.

“I mean Lars was being a dick, then I broke one of my guitars string, then I got pulled over from driving too fast!” He continued with his complaint of the day.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled

“Yeah easy for you to say, you didn’t go through this shit day” he scoffed and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to me with a soft thud.

“You’re right, my bad” I smiled and shrugged, knowing that arguing with this man wouldn’t go anywhere because of how stubborn he is.

After a moment of silence he decided to break it, “how was Cali? Gave you any trouble?” That was all he asked since seeing that his little girl wasn’t running around meant that she was asleep. mind as well ask about how she was throughout the day.

“She was good today, we went to the park and got some food together” I told him about our little day together as I kept my eyes on the TV.

I was getting really into the show that was playing, I didn’t know what it was but it was really interesting—well that stopped my thoughts as I felt his rough hand grab mine.

I didn’t say a word just looked down to see him scanning my hand.

“Who gave you this ring?” He asked looking at the silver ring on my middle finger.

“…My boyfriend Jackson gave it to me” speaking cautiously since I don’t know where this is going..

“Boyfriend huh?..” he paused his fingertips felt gentle on my skin “does he treat you well?” He glanced up at me.

“Uhm…yeah, he’s a good guy” I nodded to support my statement.

“Right…does he make you feel real good?” He suddenly asked, it caught me completely off guard—I tried to speak but words didn’t come out, I mean Jackson wasn’t a bad guy but it wasn’t like he was good enough with the sex and affection. he let out a chuckle “I take that as a ‘no’ then sweetheart”

Before I knew it he leaned in and kissed my forehead gently, lowering his lips close to my ear and he whispered to me “Y’know I can make you forget anything about him.”

Those words switched something in me I didn’t know I had—I don’t know what this man does to a person but he has me completely.

Building up the courage I kissed him—taking the hint he kissed me back his hands going to my waist to pull me under him, he wasted no time into unbuttoning my jeans.

Pulling them down with a swift motion, I felt his hand cupping my pussy through the thin fabric covering my sex, I moaned softly into his mouth—he pulled away and started his assault on my neck, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties slapping it on my skin later then pulling them off roughly.

The force of the friction made my skin burn a little but he didn’t seem to had noticed.

“So pretty” he murmured softly, he ran a finger through my slick folds he was being so gentle here taking his damn time.

“James please” I whined, I knew this was cheating, but I needed him I needed something.

It was embarrassing to hear how desperate I was being but I would do whatever it takes to have him..

“James—“ I started to beg again but he cut me off as he shoved two fingers inside my tight cunt—making me gasp.

He groaned at the feeling of my velvety walls clinging onto his two digits, “fuck you’re tight…so wet” he mumbled as he continued to suck and kiss my neck.

Being slow at first for me to get used to it, whimpering softly I whispered the words “faster..” which switched something in him, he almost admittedly started to plunge his fingers in me with force, taking every moan out of me, his fingers curled inside of me, years of playing guitar payed off amazingly.

He continued assaulting my pussy, his free hand lifted my shirt just enough to have access to my breasts, taking one of my sensitive buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue and biting softly against my right nipple—his fingers continued going faster.

I tried closing my legs because he was overstimulating me but he wasn’t having it, his free hand holding my thigh down to keep my legs spread.

He pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked straight at my ecstatic face.

“Be a good girl and come for me” he cooed, not being able to hold back anymore I coated his two fingers with my sweet essence.

“That’s it…good girl” he pecked my lips, taking his fingers out of me slowly making a soft gasp leave me, he pulled those same fingers up to his mouth licking them clean.

“On fours” he demanded, I couldn’t do anything but obey him at this moment, I turned my body around on my hands and knees, the soft leather of the couch making it more comfortable for me.

I heard him belt come off first and a zipper going down—at least I thought he would’ve give me a warning but James being James—he thrusted forward, first making me take 3 inches..then 3 more until he was balls deep.

I trembled slightly “Please…” I whimpered, I knew this man had no mercy, but In this moment he did have the heart to let me get used to his size, I nodded giving him the hint that he could move, he took no time into moving his hips in a rhythmic pace.

Soft moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as each time he got faster and rougher, “taking me so well…” he praised.

“You like getting fucked by this old man huh?” He scoffed, placing a hand on my asscheek and another on my hip as he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t muster any words, the only thing leaving my mouth were my gasps and moans.

“Answer me.” Speaking strictly at me.. “y..yes” I whimpered

“Good girl.” He sighed, “fuck you feel so good…f’cking slut” he groaned.

My hands eventually gave out, I went on my elbows instead, burying my face onto the couch pillows, he grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my face back up “let me hear ya.” He panted.

“…Mm so close” I gasped out, “fuck yeah…” he whispered “cum for me baby”

“Cum all over my cock.” He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot cum coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl…” he praised, pulling out of me slowly.

He had me spent, I don’t think I would be able to get up yet.

“You should break up with him” he zipped his jeans back up, looking down at me like if he didn’t just fuck my Brains out.

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Plz send requests if you have any, I would love to keep writing for y’all

Sorry if it’s a bit small, it’s currently 12:38AM and got this idea!

PEACE OUT!

[sincerlycas]

fuck is you talkin bout?

summary: after the "conversation" armin and y/n have things still go back to the regular, y/n being a pussy and still bullying armin and armin acting like a complete nerd towards everything. till people started noticing armin is actually a vibe when he came dripped out and showing his tattoos off since he was running late and put the first thing he saw on. how y/n deals with it?

warnings: cocky armin, armin entertaining girls, jealous y/n, intense fucking, praising, cursing, pool party, y/n secretly wanting to commit, slight toxic armin and y/n, recording, etc.

part 1.

"alright imma head out bye 'min baby!" "mhm bye and don't spill shit on me today." "no promises!" "Y/N-"

heading out into your car after changing into a pink fitted tank top and jean layered skirt topping it off with latex shiny pink boots along side your pink framed glasses and your brown lace in a curly side swooped mess bun looking absolutely adorable. you and armin had a ... nice conversation about the situation last time and came to an agreement to bring your "jealously" to a minimum.

you? jealous? bitch please but other than that you guys were still in yall's little situationship. pulling up to campus after parking and automatically heading towards your girls while chewing your gum as you came in listening into the convo. "girll i cant believe yo ass actually did that to arminn that shit killed mee" laughing they grabbed your hand as you guys walked each other to yall's assigned classes.

sitting down in the back of the class drumming your nails against your cheek and chewing on your gum mindlessly already sick of the assignment at hand wishing time could go any faster. "are you serious? yo he's fine asff and i didn't know he was packing like thatt damnn" perking your ears at the whispers of some girls near you and being the nosey person you are you leaned forward with your most beautiful smile "heyy what are you guys talking about?"

usually if it was some random person you would get some looks for not minding your business.. but you're y/n and pretty privilege's give so much. "o-oh um we're looking at this picture of armin on the campus page and he looks fineee-" "lemme see it."

grabbing the phone after it was handed to you and zooming into it seeing arming not wearing his usual sweater- and slack but instead wearing a tight white tee and grey joggers showing the calvin klein boxer band at the top. not only that but his hear was styled to perfection with it being curly and fluffy and his arms exposing the litter of tattoos on his arms creating a sleeve.

yeah he looked fine asf but why is he looking like this at school? it's supposed to be for your eyes only. slowly you started getting agitated with the hint of anger arising. automatically you wanted to get out of this classroom and find him. your wish was granted when the bell rang, you quickly handed the phone back to it's owner and abruptly stood up rushing out the class with your mini chanel purse.

"where the fuck is this nigga." boots clacking against the tiled floors harshly while you typed away on your phone trying to contact armin which it would go straight voicemail each time. finally looking up as you were about to turn a corner only to spot armin looking down at a girl putting her number in his phone which would probably explain all the declined phone calls. taking a deep breath and a smile on your face creating a fake persona and making your way towards them.

"hi love i'm sorry for the inconvenience- but i think i saw a poster of you on the west wing something stating you happened to have fuck the whole football team and that you're the reason porco has chlamydia? i don't think it's true but i just wanted to give you a heads up!!" automatically when saying so she frantically looked between you and armin and ran towards the west side of campus.

rolling your eyes at her stupidity then turning to face armin with your hand on your hip and purse clutched tightly in your hand. "this is what we're doing now mr armin arlert?" you questioned while sizing him up and just staring at him made you ant to pull him by the pants and just s- "what's the problem now y/n." he looked at you bored as if he was expecting you to miraculously show up. "you know-" looking back to hear a group of chattering to which you quickly grabbed his hand shoving him into a somehow empty storage closet and shutting the door while covering his mouth.

waiting till you heard them go away then turned to look at him. "y/n you're doing too much" slapping your hand away from his mouth then looking down at you "what do you want?" frowning you tilted your head to the side which you usually did when you were slowly staring to get pissed off and armin caught on.

"dont start-" "dont start?! you were literally giving your number out to some random girl and she's not even all that pretty!! look at me" backing up away from him and slowly turning around showing yourself off to him to get it through his thick head that he couldn't find someone better then you on this campus. "i'm the perfection at it's finest and you come on campus one day looking as you look at home and suddenly you have bitches flocking towards you left and right and suddenly your head is all up in the clouds-" "fuck is you talking about?!"

"what am i talking about you know damn well you're mine!" slapping the side of his arm with your purse in frustration. rolling his head and biting his lip harshly at how angry he was slowly getting. "y/n... we. aren't. together. we are not boyfriend and girlfriend. we don't hang out in school together. we don't go out to dates. we only fuck. hang out in private. talk. and be in the apartment shielded from society that you are so fucking scared of."

staring at him as he punctuated every word with his hands together pointing at you making sure his words got through YOUR head. "so you're just going to go fuck another bitch and come back to me and play in my face armin?" looking up at him with detest while clutching your purse tighter as if you wanted to take your frustrations out on it.

"i mean i can if i want too, there's nothing really stopping me from ending this whole childish ass charade with you. and grow the fuck up and stop acting like this because it'll make people think we're dating when we're not. " kissing your cheek after saying so and leaving you alone in the closet shocked and replaying the whole conversation.

storming out of the closet after having a mini breakdown then strutting to the café sitting next to your girls and completely ignoring the conversation at hand as you were intensely staring at armin as he was now preoccupied with layla. at this point it wasn't because of him, but because he knew how much you hated layla after the fight you guys had sophomore year after she tried you badly, the only girl who made you even close to breaking a sweat.

you were going to say fuck it and look away till you saw armin look towards you with a smirk then go back to their conversation. if you were a nice person you would have let that go.. but if he wanted to play the petty game you were too. getting up and slowly walking past armin with your hand subtly sliding against the table armin was sittng at to grab his attention to look back at you swaying your hips then finally stopping in front of the one and only, eren.

rubbing the back of eren's nape like you would usually do with armin. looking up at you eren smiled and brought his hand to the side of your thigh rubbing it asking what was wrong. the one thing no one really knew was that you and eren have been best friends since elementary people assumed yall fucked at least once but it was how you guys were in general which you took that opportunity to your advantage.

"rennie can you do me a favor?" "mmm depends what do i get out of it?" looking up at you while licking his lips you bent down to his ear and whispered what it was (letting him borrow your pink nintendo switch). "your wish is my command princesa~" "can you throw a pool party mm later today pretty pleasee" smiling he nodded to which you ruffled his hair and speed walked away before he could hit you for the action.

too others it seemed like you guys were flirting maybe even setting up some dick appointment especially in armin's eyes as he was still watching you even as you passed by him and giving an air kiss to layla watching as she rolled her eyes. sitting down next to your girls as they asked what you and eren talked about to which you let them know about the party.

putting on your most sluttiest pinkest bathing suit and fixing your hair and putting on your contacts and some pink shades along side a cute tote back and nice pink slides showcasing your pretty white toes. getting out the bathroom after checking yourself out and walking past armin after seeing him search through his closet for a bathing suit trunks after he was informed about the party. he was bringing talking to a minimum after what he saw with you and eren as if he didn't start it. stopping in front of the door you dropped your bag then made your way towards armin pausing in front of him.

"... you can't be fucking serious y/n. you're going like that?" he sized you up while grabbing your arm to make you twirl to show that the bathing suit barely even covered your goods. "why do you care? we're not dating remember?" you sassed to which he rolled his eyes at and sized you up again while swiping his tongue against the top row of his teeth then sucked it. moving your hand out his then moving in front of him for what you came for, reaching in the closet grabbing an extra pair of sandals just in case. moving out the way then making it in front of your vanity mirror to check yourself out but you noticed armin right behind you glaring at you.

"we might not be together, but you better not go to that pool party and show the fuck out. im dead serious." tilting his head to get a good look at your ass then looking back up at you. "i have every reason to show out min after all 'we're not dating' right?" and it seemed like he didn't like that so he resorted on snatching you up by your neck forcing you to tilt your head back to look up at him with your back against his chest. "fuck around and find out, see how fucked up you'll be when you try me. imma have your ass wishing you had shut the fuck up." grabbing onto his hand from the stretch of your neck. "l-let me go" you muffled and he did but he practically threw you by how you jolted forward and almost slammed into the mirror. "ARMIN-" "-stop calling my name."

parking your car in front of eren's house along side others from the people who already arrived which included armin who was already in the pool area sitting with connie a long term friend of his. walking inside and flipping your shades to the top of your head not caring for the occasional glances your way and the thirsty ass whistles as you headed towards eren and gave him a hug thanking him for the favor.

"anytimee soo may i know the reason you wanted this party misses?" drinking from his red solo cup while gawking at you with no shame. "don't worry about itt ill tell you later and stop staring." kissing his cheek while he laughed and waved him goodbye as you put your slides in your tote then sliding your feet into the pool while sitting on the ledge right next to your girls chatting it up. to armin you kissing eren's cheek was strike one, he mindlessly twisted at his ring not caring for what connie was saying as he was watching your every move.

"and then he- armin are you even listening?" "mhm." "no you're not you're sending glares to poor y/n's way i bet she can feel them radiating at her back." and you did, but that was the whole point of your plan to make him feel as jealous as you were and to make him eat his words. suddenly the song freak hoe came on and you know you and your girls had to get up and show out! running to grab eren's hand as he stood behind you as you shook ass and he made sure to catch it all. from whining his waist down with yours to catching it with no hands. everyone surrounded yall recording and everything.

armin on the other hand counted that as strike two while twisting his ring and clenching his teeth. "bet." after the song you guys laughed as you hugged eren while he rubbed your back and gave you a quick slap on your ass then whistled at the jiggle to which you pushed him away while giggling. now that, that was strike three. armin got up heading towards you only in his tight trunks. "come on we're going home." "i don't leave when you tell me, i'm not your girlfriend-" "- if i go to my car and ion see you heading to yours know ill have no remorse for your ass." walking away from you grabbing his things as he waved connie bye and made it to his car watching as you did the same in a hurry. slamming his car door and drove off swiftly to the house with you following behind.

walking into the house after locking his car doors and placing his stuff down on the nearby table as he waited leaning against the back of the couch waiting for you to come inside. finally opening the door slowly scared of what’s to come as you looked at armin and closed the door. “what I tell you about showing out huh? you wanna be out there embarrassing me?!” hold on.. embarrassing him?! “nigga how can I embarrass you if we’re not together right? that’s what you said right?!” pushing himself up off the couch as he was now standing in front you with a glare for a while then scoffing. “you still on that shit really?! that doesn’t change the fact how you was acting- actually that might have been the reason why you wanted to go to that damn party if I wasn’t there you probably would have fucked him huh?!”

rolling your eyes at his insane ass comments you stared at him deadpan and crossed your arms. “so?.” “so? what the fuck you mean so y/n-” “-so what if I wanted to fuck him? there’s nothing you could do about it because we’re. not. together. right babyboy?” tapping his cheek then pushing his face away so you can walk upstairs and into the room not caring if he was following. “fuck is you talking bout? bring that ass here-” walking up behind you and slamming you face down and ass up into the bed armin pulled your head back by your hair not caring for your whines. “you must have lost your damn mind did you forget who I am? you right we ain’t dating we married now cuz I don’t know who the fuck you thought you was playing with.”

“a-arminnn~” whining out with tears clouding your eyes as you tried to get a look at his face. “nah shut that shit up I only wanna hear this pussy talking.” spreading your legs wide open forcing them damn near your ears as he looked at you with pure anger. you think you could pop some hot shit then walk away like it’s nothing? nah, he ain’t gone take that lightly at. fucking. all. watching as your face contorted from the pleasure he began slamming his hips down against your making sure to put pressure against your cervix with every thrust. "yeahh~ talk shit now mama~ speak out your chest like you were doing earlier." roping his hands around your throat forcing you to look at him in the eyes when you started reeling your head back. "you don't hear me talking to you? oh so you want me to get mean in this bitch~?" now gripping your ankles and slowing his pace down to leave only calculated hard and sharp thrust deep into you.

"w-waitt~ please i-im sorryy i swearr~!!" bringing your hands to grip onto your boobs with dear life since you knew if your hands even landed on him it would've caused an uproar but after he gave one particular thrust he had you wetting up the bed with a squirt some even catching on his lip to which he gladly licked away. "but h-how are you mad when you're the one who said we're not togethe- AHH FUCKKK~!!" moaning out the top of your lungs as you arched up one hand slowly but surely inching towards his abdomen. "y/n." he strictly as a warning as he watched your hand "paa~ ease up pleasee~!!" stopping your hand mid way armin grabbed it and held your ring finger as he took his ring off and slid it on there while kissing your hand. "mmm~ so it's my fault mama? hm? that's what my pretty baby saying~?" leaning forward with him being face to face with you, practically having his nose against yours bringing his thumb to your clit giving them hard rubs and two his fingers into your mouth shoving them down your throat making you choke on your moans.

"it's my fucking fault you were shaking ass on eren?! it's my fault he was slapping on your ass?! imma fuck your ass up." pulling out and slapping his tip against your cunt before slamming back in and continuing the brutal pace not even letting up when your nails dragged down his back leaving red lines and your constant cries of sorry's and drums of squirts coming out of you. "OHHH- MMMM~ minnnnn~ it wont e-ever happen again i swearr~" "you swear?" "i sw- ughhhh~ swearrr~" "it wont ever happen again mama?" "neverr!!" gripping your face giving you the most sloppiest kiss ever as he finally slowed down his pace now giving you deep grinds as he pulled away from the kiss to bite his lip and let out the most handsomest groan ever but he soon came to look down at you with a smirk as if he had something up his sleeve.

"you know what i realized mama?" "w-what~?" pulling out as he flipped you on your stomach making you arch and ass on full display as he grabbed your phone and pressed record aiming the flash towards your face "that you're the most fakest bitch out there so i can't trust your words. so speak with actions and fuck this dick back as a real fucking apology." whining you turned your head to look back at him ignoring the camera "believe me!! im actually sorry- AH~" landing a hard slap on your ass already fed up that you weren't complying "don't make me say it twice you gotta work for shit when you with me, no more princess treatment." biting your lip letting tears fall down your cheeks as you brought your hand back to push him back in but it took a while since he wasn't helping you one bit. finally starting off with a steady pace that had you moaning in delight but you were being greedy so armin pulled onto the back of your neck "do it right y/n l/n im not fucking around anymore." shoving your head back and that seemed to be the motivation needed because you gradually got faster but he wasnt satisfied to he kept telling you to go harder or faster till you reached the pace that was heavenly for him but punishable pleasure for you.

"fuckk~ shake that assss~ there you go pretty girl. what are you to me mama?" rubbing your ass and pointing the camera to where you guys were connected showing how you were already creaming on his shit. "i-im your wifeeee~ FUCKK~!! i c-can't do it anymoree paa please forgive me~!!!" now hysterically crying because he would subtly give hard shots mid thrusts and it kept throwing you off and he was still going even after cumming once and making cum about three times at this point you started slapping on the bed. "you tapping out? uh uhhh you gotta work a little more baby~" pulling out he brought you down onto your knees in front of him as he slapped his tip against your lips. "suck." he hissed as you slowly wrapped your lips around his dick and started sucking on his tip then gradually started twisting your hands tightly around him even deep throating him forcing moans and groans out of him. taking your mouth off then licking a strip down to his balls then popping one into your mouth while rolling your thumb against the tip causing him to whimper "shitt keep going im c-close mama~" you took that ass the chance to start getting messy and go back to deepthroating him letting spit bubbles all over your back and having a grip on his ball but you did all that while looking up at the camera and giving it a wink and thats all it took for him to pull out and cum all over your face.

smiling and licking your lips that had caught some then rubbing on his thighs still looking up at him with a pout "do you forgive me now?~" "fuck... yes i do mama~"

you were now sitting on armin's lap in a pink thong and white tank top while he had on grey shorts letting the band calvin klein boxers show. right now as were reading messages between your friends ring still on your finger and armin took that as a chance to take a picture of the moment and post on his story with the caption "off limits," along with the song FYTB by brent faiyaz.

[astralnymphh]

patterned palmistry ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x witch!reader headcanons/scenarios ༻ ☽𖤐☾

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

an: being the witchy little gremlin i am i just had to throw some hcs together for myself but ofc i'd share them here🙄ive been practicing witchcraft since i was 15 so it felt fitting to incorporate it whenever i brace my delusions at the bootycrack of midnight that r all abt ellie 💀 regardless this def isnt gonna be my only witchy hcs post i just didnt wanna spoil all my ideas right away <3 tags: MDNI, slight nsfw (no detailed smut), boob jokes, witchcraft (obv), tarot, palm reading, mostly convos, flirting, not mentioned in the writing but u 2 r alrdy dating, playful bickering, more natural casual writing with some bigger words, no specific religion tied to the practice, generally a fluff piece, lowk cute moments. °________________________⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆__________________________°

I. ☆ ellie definitely had a peak in curiosity the first time you mentioned you immerse yourself in the world of the craft, her ears perked figuratively and were tuned in to learn what that entails. she may not forfeit a nip of skepticism right away but she's more than happy to engross herself in the idea of it. you'd stay up till first light rambling on about the 'rituals', 'divination', the history tied to it and why you practice it. you'd be lying in bed adjacent to her, heavenward to the ceiling, but interwoven in a warm and loving cuddle with her palm residing on your lap whilst you chatted.

"mmmmh-" ellie's hum churns 'round your bedroom, "so that's why you collect rocks."

"crystals."

"same thing," she drones an inwardly giggle, "which crystal will give me superpowers?" a witty remark springs from her tongue.

"babe.." you pout, acting offended yet none is taken.

"didn't mean it like that, y'know I believe you, it's all just new to me." ellie tapes an assuring kiss to your temple, "tell me about your favorite crystals, hmm?" 

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II. ☆ now because of this, anytime you're out on patrol and delight the opportunity of scavenging, she always keeps in mind to find you flowers, rocks, unused candles and other oddities of nature.

"hey babe! I found a black candle for'ya." ellie bolstered a long glass cylinder filled with an opaque charcoal wax, wick still intact, "and- ..some wild lavender." her other arm swings from behind her back, twines of dusty purple lavender upheld in a pinch.

"fuck yeah, needed this stuff.." you graciously tweak the lavender from her, whiffing up its poignant scent.

"always on the lookout.." her voice resembles her proud countenance outwards, essentially, a dorky smirk.

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III. ☆ obviously, the second you mentioned the art of tarot to her, she begged for a reading. whenever a card flew from your shuffling motions, she'd patiently wait for you to place it before her and then she'd swipe it up and admire the art piece detailing the cardstock.

"whew! look at the boobs on this one!" 

"oh- my god, of course you'd point that out." you snatch the card from her, shamelessly ogling the nude depiction that had her attention.

"you're looking at them too!"

"cuz' you said something 'bout it!" you flick the card towards her face, noting, "those are some nice boobs though." 

"why thank you~" 

"wasn't talking about you, idiot!" 

"eh, but.. urs' are the best." her hoarse tone binds a nonchalant flirtiness in its rumble.

"oh really? should we compare the.. four?"

that really stole her attention.

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IV. ☆ the first time you entertained her with a palm reading, it had her all dappy and touched to the essence at the paltry contact you made with her hand. your fingerprints drafting her calloused palms with such a gentle focus on every river lining her hand. she just wanted to smother you with kisses.

"and… this is your heart line." your finger hovers the crevice of her palm-pads stretching from index to pinkie, "ah.. it's a broken one.."

"is that.. bad?" her juniper eyes study your expression meticulously.

"it just means u're closed off, stubborn, have some emotional trauma.. stuff like that." you mindlessly fiddle with her fingers, "lines can change though, so.."

she nods, taking in the insight. she licks her slightly chapped lips clean, "am I stubborn?" her voice rises partially an octave, bending playfulness in her question.

"mm.. no."

"why'd you hesitate?"

"well- the only times ur' stubborn is refusing to let go whenever you hug me- ur' a life-size sloth!" 

"I like huggin' you though." a puppy pout frowns on her lips, "you're like a pillow!"

and oh, how your heart capers a beat, "is that all I am, williams?"

her swift speech conjuncts, "whaddid' I say about that name?!"

"I don't know, I think you like it." 

"nuh-uh I don't!"

you pepper a haste kiss to her knuckles still forcepped in your clasp, totally deterring the crime you've just committed when a half impish half taken aback smile creaks her lips.

"c'mere." vaults from her tongue before she lunges her body forward and tackles you in a saucy position riddled with love bites. guess you'll be reading her palms in a different way tonight.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ V. ☆ an bonus hc, you'd totally mention out of the void about her tattoo n the mystic meanings surrounding moths, like, its for sure one of the topics you'll ramble about one night cause you just feel so wise for knowing. "y'know, moths play a pretty large role in the metaphysical world." "really? i mean, i knew they had some kind of.. 'symbolism' to them-" ellie's hand rolls over the knoll of her forearm, reading the bumps glamoured in that beautiful inking. "yeah, like- luna moths represent transformation, renewal.. oh! and death-head moths are an omen of death.. an- and black witch moths mean either good luck, or bad-" ellie is amused at your prattle shown by her raspy giggles, legitimately having to conceal her scrunched face. "what?" "nothin' you- you're just so cute." "stop.." the embarrassment catches up to you, now having to hide your face to the shadows beneath your hands. her finger cranes out to hook and uncover your nerdy grin, assuring, "never stop tellin' me bout this stuff, ok babe?" a wide delighted beam syncs on her cheeks. goddess above, her dimples and nasal lines are to die for. ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

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in general; she's a curious dork n will ask you oh so many questions, i mean, she loves space and a futuristic sci-fi comic for crying out loud, she's alrdy so imaginative so ofc she'd be open to a realistic amount. she'd also be so respectful and helpful n defend ur practice with so much love. maybe she'd pick up some little traditions and customs like folding letters a specific amount of times, drawing little pentacles, mixing liquid in specific directions, just the simple things that grow on her.

[berriblossom]

Hi can I make a request of Casper from a date with death with a short s/o that’s chubby and a baker and is a otaku and is a tomboy but still likes some cute things tho

I just wanna see some domestic things for Casper

-> This is so much cuteness! Thank you for the ask!

-> What he loves most | Casper x gn!reader! -> Second POV, just fluff!

There were a lot of things Casper had to get used to when he had his newfound freedom from being a reaper of souls. Many of which he happily shared with you.

Whether it was going through old manga that you had stored on your shelves that he read in his free time, or watching old animation films you bought for him to entertain himself with. Some nights if he felt up to it, he'd ask to wear a face mask while watching a new show of yours. He may not understand the concept of "fighting for your honor back " but he'd watch if it makes you happy. Another thing Casper loves while doing this is laying his head on your thighs or tummy. Slowly as you watch the film you'll notice him lean closer and closer to you as the show goes on. Soon enough he's lying on your thighs commenting about the protagonist being too bright or obnoxiously loud. (if you mention anything about being the same way to him, he will deny it and say you get an exception because his sunshine is supposed to be bright and vibrant.) He will also remind you if the show you are watching or catching up on has new episodes, just to remind you and make you smile at the end of a work day.

If you like playing games of any sort, he is down but is competitive and kind of a grandpa.(remember the emoji convo) so be patient with him. He is trying. I see Casper as the type of gamer to play the Sims and never leave the computer, just designing his future with you, your pet, Azrael, and a garden for you. (with a large kitchen and space for baking, with a personal room for you and your novelties and books). Don't let him play a horror game. He either makes fun of it for the overdramatic deaths or he'll challenge it. Either way, the fear factor won't work on him like that(in my opinion) but try and delete the 4 bedroom and 3 bath home on the Sims he made for you, there you will get tears and screams.

Another thing Casper likes is your job. Even though he has mentioned that reapers don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe somehow he is always jumping at the occasion whenever you text him about bringing home any baked goods or pastries from the shop home to him and Azrael. (yes, him too because it is an excuse for you to bring more to share) It doesn't matter what you pick, he'll eat it with an adorable face of joy. He sometimes will come down to the bakery and help if you need it.

While making fun of you for being "below the average mortal height" that he has seen over the years. You can flirt as much as you want to but, Casper will always use his height to his advantage. If you're in the shop and need something from a high shelf or above the fridge? Ask him politely to inflate his ego a little bit and then he will help you. While placing his tease a bit. Looking for something specific but can't seem to find it. He placed it on top of the fridge in "sky jail" because you teased him earlier about liking cream in his mouth. Now you'll never finish the dessert you were making unless you go to find the step stool. (which he has also put in a higher place to piss you off more.)

Cuddling sessions after a tiring day of work are as ethereal as Casper is. Had a hard day at work? Get in the blanket with him, he might be as frigid as a frozen tundra but his cuddles and affectionate squeezes and words of encouragement are just as warm. A customer made you a little upset? Oh, trash needed to go out on Thursday anyway (that's a joke, unless...).

The best learning experience for Casper is when he tries to bake or cook with you, he doesn't know the proper measurements for anything, it's random bullshit and go for him. But he will listen to your instructions. While he is intently measuring the sugar, water, and yeast mixture with full concentration, if you go up to him and give him a kiss or hug him from behind he'll shoo you away and mumble about how he was so kind to be helping you at work. FOR FREE. But after a few minutes, he'll ask for your assistance on a task and will cling to you like glue. Will he get flour in his hair? You'll never know, but he will snipe samples and test batches of anything you'll make. Your coworker's batches? Not so much. Even if it is hot garbage in your opinion he will still eat it up as if he was starved.

All in all, Casper can be a little shit or sweetheart for you. Just bring some extra snacks for him and Azrael for the next few days while he is on that Sims 4 dream home.

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

 #6: The Gone (1.01)

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After the meeting with Okafor, Pearl walks alongside Rick and says she’ll end him if he refers to them as 'we' again. And as their conversation continued, with some mistrust between them, this was a scene that let Lesley-Ann Brandt's talent shine. 👏🏽 Later, Pearl also drops some pivotal information when Rick learns that the secrets he's been trying to keep about himself and his family aren't so secret to Okafor😬...

So as they walk, Pearl stops and explains how she got here, giving some insight into her backstory and character. Then she says she knows why Rick’s done all the intense things he’s done like trying to escape and cutting off his hand. She says it’s the same reason she did what she did, declaring “There’s someone you love out there.” And ding ding ding. She’s right on the money. 👌🏽

I like how characters, without even knowing about Richonne, can tell that Rick’s in love - like Pearl saying there’s someone he loves in this moment and Negan in the season 7 finale telling Rick, "You just lost somebody important to you."

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When Pearl brings up the someone that Rick loves, Rick’s response is interesting as he looks away like he's thinking 'I don’t want to talk about this with anyone but the portraitist.'

Pearl says she’s accepted that she won’t ever see her person again because she knows her person doesn’t want her to die. It’s interesting because Michonne of course feels the same about not wanting Rick to do anything here that could lead him to die.

But I think Rick also knows the way Michonne believes they have to keep fighting the fight no matter the numbers or odds. So just as Pearl stopped trying to escape cuz her person would want that, Rick has to keep trying to fight and break free because Michonne would want that for him. 

As the convo continues, Pearl says this is all she has left and the life she had before is all gone. Which RIP to your life before, Pearl, but Rick’s family is still out there so y’all are not the same. But Pearl thinks they are the same as she tells Rick, “This is all you have left too.”

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Then Pearl seems to get a little too personal when saying, “The person you are trying to get back to…” because Rick cuts her off quick and is playing no games in tone nor facial expression when he looks at Pearl and says “Hey, she’s not gone.”

I love that he says this with so much conviction, refusing to entertain anything else cuz they’re the ones who live.

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Rick believes in Michonne so much. He knows she’s a true survivor and that she’s still out there. Both Rick and Michonne can feel each other out there. 

Then, more vulnerably but still with conviction Rick says, “They’re not gone.” It’s vulnerable because it’s letting Pearl know he’s missing his love and someone else too - his daughter. 🥺

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Then I love the writing and Lesley's delivery of Pearl saying “She isn’t. They aren’t. We are.” as Rick looks like he’s more freshly taking in that perspective.

It reminds me of Rick’s final TWD ep when Sasha tells him his family isn’t lost after he says he needs to find them. In some ways, his family is the one who needs to find him now cuz he’s the one who's gone. But I don’t think Rick considered a scenario where they’d be looking for him like he’s looking to get back to them. 

Rick had found solace in telling himself his family is still out there and they’re not gone but in this moment he’s hit with the fact that to his family he is gone. His family can’t say with as much conviction ‘he’s not gone’ cuz they genuinely don’t know. And that’s gotta be painful for Rick to have to think about this from the lens that he’s likely just gone to them.

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Even tho fortunately he’ll learn that his wife, daughter, and even the son he didn’t know he had were still believing he wasn’t gone forever. And while he was gone for years, he was never forgotten by them.

Also, the word 'gone' is interesting because it can also be like a figurative 'gone.' In losing every connection that made him who he is, old Rick is gone in a sense.

And so to stop being gone to his family, Rick hatches a plan for escape number 5, and this time he wants to make the CRM think he’s gone…onto glory. 

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Rick jogs and tells Michonne more about the CRM alliance. He says, “The world is so much bigger than we knew, Michonne. So much better and so much worse.” And I love that he’s still finding ways to go through this expanding world with her.

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Also, this is the first time we get to hear Rick say her name within these letters, and Rick saying ‘Michonne’ is always music to my ears. 🥰

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As his world expands, it's interesting because he’s acknowledging that the world is bigger, better, and worse and yet it still mostly feels like a confined and suffocating place for him because he’s not with her.

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Beale joins Rick on the bench and Rick quickly salutes him, playing the part of a fully conformed soldier. Beale reveals Okafor bombed 4,000 marines at Lincoln Field and how he switched sides. Rick says he did too in a way. Beale basically says that they probably would have just killed Rick but Okafor made a compelling argument on his behalf.

In their convo, Beale looks into Rick's eyes and asks if Okafor is up to something and he and Rick say no at the same time. Rick then repeats no. Beale also asks how Rick survived and he says sacrifice. Rick on a larger scale and a more literal scale really did survive by sacrifice. When he sacrificed himself on that bridge it led him to wash ashore near Jadis and get the medical care he needed, so sacrifice really is why he's alive.

Beale acknowledges how Rick tried to escape four times and asks if he’s here now because he wants to kill or die or try to escape again. I like Rick looking at Beale and saying “Look in my eyes, sir. You tell me.”

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Beale looks in his eyes and seems satisfied for the moment so he says he’s just gonna sit here and enjoy the view with Rick. And Rick sorta looks bummed because his bench time is where he gets to just have some alone time and more than likely daydream about Michonne in pretty outfits. 😋

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Rick’s letter continues and he tells Michonne how everything was about secrets in this place but all he cared about was holding onto his secrets. Those secrets entailing where he’s from and who he’s lost. And again I like how Rick is telling Michonne all the CRM’s secrets. 😊

So as Rick maps out his fifth escape plan looking fine as can be in different black fits - and yes I’m going to make note of that often 😋 - we see him putting the plan together interspersed with playing poker with Pearl and winning. He’s so determined and I love to see it. 

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Then Rick pays a visit to Esteban at an idyllic park. Seeing the park makes me think this is part of why one of Rick’s alternate universes with Michonne is them falling in love at a park. I also noticed there’s people with signs that say ‘CRM transparency now’ planting the seed that people are already itching to see a change in the CRM.

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Rick and Esteban hug and have a friendly moment before sitting down so that Rick can ask for his insider info to help with his escape. Rick says he needs Esteban to tell him where a certain tunnel leads and Esteban is hesitant but Rick earnestly says “I have to keep trying. I’m getting there. I’m getting home.” And the way he says that just hits my heart. He’s still so adamant to not give up on being back with his family.

And then my heart breaks to hear Rick say “Or I’m dying. That’s it.” For Rick, there’s no option to live without them so he either breaks free or literally dies trying. If he can't gain his family back he's willing to lose his life. 😢

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Esteban says he can’t tell him anything but still finds a way to tell Rick everything he needs to know by telling him what he specifically can’t tell him and I really love seeing Rick’s small smile when he realizes Esteban is helping him. There’s a moment where he has this tiny little smile that reminds me so much of RJ. It’s the cutest.

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Like Rick Grimes Jr. really is Rick's mini-me. 😭

Esteban says another thing he’d tell Rick is that he gets why he’s doing what he’s doing as he seemingly looks back at the girl he’s met within the Civic Republic. Esteban gets that when you find someone you love, you can’t just let them go.

I really appreciate Esteban telling Rick he doesn’t have to die and then adamantly urging him not to die. And Rick smiles again feeling like he’s now closer than ever to getting home. It was nice to see Rick have a friend and get a win. 

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So then Rick continues finalizing his plan and that moment when he puts on all his gear and dog tags in the mirror…fine all the time, what can I say. ❤️‍🔥

Rick lays out the plan to Michonne of how he aimed to fake his death with a walker body. He says, “There’s no escape for the living. So I had to make sure they thought I was dead.” 

Then during an outing with the CRM, Rick comes so close to (hotly) escaping but a walker approaches and he has to take multiple out before seeing a little screaming girl. Rick is ticked that this has all put a wrench in his plan, but he knows he has to save the little girl.

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So he runs to take out the walkers, even tho I notice he does have a small moment of debating whether to just continue with his plan. But of course, he’s a good man so he helps the girl. I did observe he’s not as parental as he normally is with little kids like Judith, Sophia, etc., and it just reminds me he’s had to be so far removed from that dad side of himself. 

When he struggles to take down a walker, Pearl takes care of the rest and says she saw the whole thing. The little girl says Rick killed her mommy and Pearl assures that Rick is a good man and they’re from a good place. Pearl says they’re all going to go back but you can just see in Rick’s watery eyes how much he is itching to follow through with his escape plan. He’s so close.

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He reminds Pearl that she said to ask for help and so now he’s asking for her help in letting him just slip away and get out of here. But Pearl firmly says “I am helping you. He would have found you and whoever you’re running to. He knows about you Grimes.”

I like the suspense in the way that’s worded as Rick is hit with the gut punch that while he thought he’d been holding onto his secrets, Okafor actually knows about the most important people to him.

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Rick's expression makes it clear this is news he feels he has to deal with urgently. Pearl says come on and Rick grabs his helmet with a scowl as he knows he can’t leave just yet because he needs to know exactly what Okafor knows. He also needs Okafor to know exactly who he’s dealing with.

And y’all, this next excellently acted moment is where Okafor more officially gets to meet the famous Rick Grimes - the man, the myth, the legend, and most of all the fiercely protective husband and father. 😌👌🏽

[cleolinda]

My sister noticed

Previously on: I grew up in a haunted house and I didn't notice: So I told you a story about how a Count Chocula used to creep behind me at night when I was a child, and I described my very weird childhood home to you. I told you how my sister had Something Dark living in her bedroom, and I told you about the time she and I compared notes and realized that we also had the ghost of a young woman in the house. Maybe.

I asked my sister to read over the draft for me, maybe gather up the fortitude to fill in some details, and she texted back, "Oh, I'll tell you anything you want. But that’s not how it happened."

I am willing to believe her version for two reasons:

1) My memory has been shit after having covid umpteen thousand times.

2) I actually remember her version of the conversation we had, now that it's in front of me.

I also remember my version, is the thing—the one where I told her about Rebecca when we were younger. And that raises some questions about how independent, how uncompromised, our experiences were. But I think those questions are themselves the story. Can I trust my memory at all? I had such bad brain fog the first time I had covid that I could not remember how to scramble eggs. A lot of things are just mist to me now. There's what I remember and there's what actually happened, but what do I even remember? And that's before you even get into the idea that we're talking about ghosts we "felt" in the house. We saw no apparitions, no shadows, no odd movements.

This is not a story where I'm asking you to believe me.

There are things you experience, and things that happen. An example from the winter of 2016:

What I experienced was standing out on our deck one night and looking up at the stars. They were moving in a slight swirl motion, not unlike the painting Starry Night. I turned to my mom and said, "Well, the stars are moving, so if the world ends or something any time soon, here's our first sign." She stared at me.

What happened was, our upstairs heating unit had a leak, and I sustained mild carbon monoxide poisoning. (I like rooms to be cool, so I had used the heater less than most people would, at least.) This was only discovered during a routine furnace check, after my vision had been a little weird and I had been deeply fatigued for two or three months. I have had a CO monitor upstairs ever since.

Did I see the stars swirling? Yes. Were they? No. That's the distinction I want you to make while I tell you all this. Did my sister and I experience things? Yes. Do I know what happened? No.

So what I agree happened was, we were having Grownup Sunday Family Dinner a few years back, maybe 2019 or so. I had been really into Buzzfeed Unsolved, which later evolved into Watcher Entertainment, but my sister was refusing to watch any of it. She's a big fan now, but she only started watching the guys last year. Yesterday, we tried to piece this back together via text.

My sister ["MS" from here on out]: Like I feel like off and on for years you mentioned [Shane and Ryan's shows] and I refused

MS: And one day my argument was to talk about our own house

Me [let's go with Cleolinda Jones, "CJ"]: You said you felt like fake ghost shows were disrespectful to people who actually experienced [hauntings].

MS: YES I FEEL LIKE THAT WAS THE CONVO

I love paranormal investigation shows, whether they're patently fake or not, as long as I enjoy the people investigating, so I couldn't understand why they personally offended her. Pulling at this thread back in 2019 is how the the whole ghost story started coming out.

CJ: And I was like, okay, but here’s one show where they get, like, nothing, but I can promise you that it's real

(Because the Unsolved/Watcher shows pair a believer with an actual skeptic who still, lo these many years later, does not believe in any of it. I truly believe Shane and Ryan would not stage "evidence," for that reason. Shane makes fun of ghosts and people who believe in them, but he's honest about it, and my sister likes that.)

At this point, we go back to the first version of the story that I posted: my sister had told me that Something had lived in the Four Closets Bedroom with her when she was a preteen/early teenager. It felt very dark, very bad, and she had not told anyone else about it until that dinner. The way I relayed it to you, Dear Reader, was that she hadn't wanted to go into detail, and I wasn't sure what it looked like, or if it "lived" in the little witch closet, or what. That night at dinner, I had gone on to tell her that, you know, now that you mention it, I did feel like something used to follow me up there at night. And this was when "My sister started crying. Like just staring at me in wide-eyed horror, her eyes filling with tears" had come in.

1. Something Dark

CJ: So you were telling me about our house being haunted. Something in your room. How would you describe it?

MS: I think it more lived in the attic

(our pal the dark fucked-up attic room)

MS: but would roam the entire floor so I felt it in the peach room [my (Cleo's) old bedroom and then later, my sister's] but more so in [the Four Closets Bedroom] as it was closer to the attic

MS: The best way I can describe it is just never feeling like I was alone. Feeling like something was always behind me. But I refused to turn around to look. It felt like a darkness that almost oozed behind you in a way that was almost suffocating.

CJ: What I find interesting is that we both describe it as Just Feelings, and never feeling alone.

My sister texted me at this point that she used to sense Something upstairs whether it was day or night; "even in the day, it didn't feel safe." But night was worse.

MS: There was one night in 3rd grade when I was reading and had like my first panic attack because I was newer to living upstairs and I felt it come in the room at night for the first time

MS: I also used to feel compelled to keep the AC running all night like it was never cold enough.

Here's the weird thing: when we moved to the house where I currently live and our rooms were on the same floor, we always fought over the thermostat. My sister hated her bedroom being too cool, whereas I get hot. I remember one night, we were arguing over it, and she was weirdly on the verge of tears: "Why do you have to have it so cold?" In 2023, my sister texted me at this point that she didn't want our childhood home to be cold; it was like the thing wanted that temperature, even if she hated it.

You often hear that ghosts make rooms cold, that's a big ghost hunter show thing—but whatever was up there couldn't lower the temperature on its own?

CJ: "If you can’t make it cold yourself, storebought is fine"

CJ: And you don’t have a visual impression of it, I’m not just blowing past that?

MS: I refused. REFUSED to look. Ever. For any reason.

CJ: I did too, so that’s interesting

CJ: I describe it as a Count Chocula, which should tell you how much it didn’t bother me. Which I find weird

(Truly, there is a reason I titled that post "I grew up in a haunted house and I didn't notice.")

MS: I can’t tell if it was truly terrifying. Or if the amount of data I was getting from it was just so overwhelming that that alone was terrifying to a child. I wish I could answer that now.

CJ: Yeah, in some way I think we’re saying the same thing. I was seven years old and I couldn’t comprehend what it was, either, so I just imagined a silly vampire

CJ: like I can’t overstate how cartoonish it seemed to me at the time, while still being very DON’T LOOK BACK

Part of the problem, she added, was that she felt compelled to go turn down the air conditioning... and the thermostat was next to the (carpeted. shag carpeted) bathroom. And then she had to race back to her bedroom... the same way I used to, as quick as she could.

MS: I also felt like I could NOT run. Like the way you shouldn’t run away from a mountain lion. It would create the need for it to chase me.

MS: What is so strange is that [learning about paranormal investigation] has not changed my perception of my experience in the slightest. Whether that’s the reality or not. It is still something I find dark and terrifying.

CJ: I think you would answer this differently now than you did then: what do you think it was?

We discussed this by text for a while. I mentioned being intrigued that Something Dark wanted to be cold (but apparently was not able to make the room cold). My sister—having agreed to be quoted here—said, "I kinda hope to avoid someone being like 'you had a demon in your house,'" as she doesn't really feel like that's what it was. Her gut feeling (and, bear in mind, we are working off nothing but feelings here) is that it was a spirit or ghost: something formerly human. We agree that it seemed male in some way (again: a Chocula).

And you're probably thinking, This is total bullshit. And it probably is! I'm not claiming any of this to be real evidence! I just find it interesting that we somehow came up with the same bullshit.

CJ: It just fascinates me that I did not experience 90% of this, and yet I got a strong enough whiff of it that I’m like, yeah, I can see it

But what about the female presence, the one I went off to color with in the middle of the night?

2. Rebecca

MS: I didn’t find out you had done the ouija board until we were adults. You didn’t tell me when we were kids

MS: That’s why I was SO shocked when we talked at the dinner table.

See, I was convinced that I had told her about my ouija adventures when I was a teenager, and "What about Rebecca??" flowed really well in the first post. That conversation was already a bit fictionalized in order to condense it from what I remembered—that's how memoirs work, really, unless you have actual transcripts of your life and room to include them. You're telling a story. I thought I was telling a condensed version of a true story. And yet, I do remember how shocked my sister was at dinner that night. And she would have only been seven or eight when I was messing around with that shit. Those two things do support the idea that I wouldn't have told her.

MS: You did tell me skeletons lived in my closet tho

I told you I was kind of a shit.

CJ: when I told you about Rebecca, what was your reaction?

MS: That’s when I went white. Bc I realized we had had a similar experience and I wasn’t just crazy

CJ: The thing is, I WOULD HAVE SWORN I had told you about Rebecca when we were younger

MS: If you did you didn’t name her and that’s why it was nuts when I realized 2 decades later we pulled the same name and we both remembered it.

We did it again, too—I posted briefly about putting this whole saga together, and how my sister asked me to give the ghost a pseudonym (ghosts deserve privacy too). And in trying to think of a good replacement, we both came up with "Rebecca."

CJ: so how did you know the [original] name?

MS: Ouija board with [best friend, redacted] in the playroom when I was like 13. She cried the whole time. We both thought the other was moving [the planchette].

You'll remember the weird, windowless, sky-blue playroom with the scary door from the previous post.

MS: But she was crying so she wouldn’t have been. And I would have never pulled out the name [Not Actually Rebecca]

MS: There was part of me that wonders if I did it but I would have NEVER chosen Rebecca

CJ: So did I bring Rebecca up first in this conversation [at dinner in 2019], or did you? I did?

MS: You said it first. I would have never [told you first] cuz I would have thought you were placating me. Like I’d never really know if you weren’t just agreeing with me

And that's when my sister had "stared at me, saucer-eyed, pale. Like I'm not sure I had ever seen anyone 'go white' until that moment." And I had told her about getting up at midnight and going to color in the weird playroom, and someone else being in there with me, no big deal.

After all this discussion, we do think that Rebecca was briefly my "imaginary friend," but our mom told me to stop talking about that. Not because our mom was spooked, but because she felt like it was rude for me to talk about someone I was presumably making up in front of company. So that stopped. Thinking back on it, I just felt like someone was sitting next to me on the couch. I didn't feel anyone next to me; when I looked, I felt like I could see where... someone was not? The space that someone invisible was taking up? It felt like something reasonably friendly. "Chill" is the word I keep using. Not super eager or possessive, just like a girl who was a bit older, maybe a teenager, a babysitter age, who liked me well enough. There was some dark shit in the attic, apparently—it did feel very oppressive in there—but I would get a sense that a metaphorical desk lamp had been turned on. A presence that stayed back, relaxed, but emanated "hey, I'm here."

What my sister and I agreed on was that we remembered how these "feelings" were both vague and memorable. I can't remember events or chronology accurately, but I remember the actual sensations and presences very, very clearly. They resist reinterpretation. I can't sit here and say, "Oh, Rebecca was totally a guardian angel, I see that now." The Something Dark sounds functionally demonic, but my sister doesn't feel like that's accurate. (If anything, she gets a sense that this could have been a malicious uncle—not father—of some kind to Rebecca, if the two beings were related: particular in their vagueness.) These two presences just... were. My sister says she primarily sensed Rebecca outdoors in our backyard, when we were pretending (were we?) to play with fairies. I didn't sense Rebecca there—but then, I wasn't aware that what I sensed was a someone, not for another thirty years or so. My oblivious ass was up at midnight filling in my She-Ra coloring book with a ghost like, "Yeah, I'm alone in the dark for no reason, this is normal." It's only in retrospect that I recognize atmospheric feelings as things that actually took up space, and I don't know how I didn't see it at the time. I can't explain that, and I can't ask you to believe it. All I know is that my sister still feels very traumatized by her experience of it—and I can't explain why I don't.

I think one of the reasons paranormal investigation shows don't scare me a whole lot is because so much of the "evidence" is random knocks and creaks and movements and vibes, and I'm like, yeah, I've lived in two houses now like that. The door of my current bedroom opens and closes on its own all the time. It's probably a draft from the ventilation system (which does not have CO leaks anymore) (probably). I've seen something at this house that a lot of people might call a shadow person, but I was probably imagining it. So many of these ghost shows just have things that I grew up with and didn't even think a whole lot of at the time; I seem to be protected by a +3 Sphere of Sure, That's Fine. Is my current house also haunted? I honestly don't know. Would I notice if it was?

[bcacstuff]

Why have you decided to stay so quiet? Is it because you said there was no woman in the taxi when there was, or because you thought he was with Vikey when he wasn’t? We all make mistakes, and overall, you’ve done well. But staying quiet and letting others think they were right in their “fancy world” isn’t the best approach. Now, your blog is mostly just re-sharing Sam’s posts. Ultimately, it’s up to you what to do with your own blog.

Anons keep on nagging about this, I don't know what the big deal here is or why we have to go on about it at all.

No, I didn't see the woman when I posted the video. But I also didn't say there was no woman. All I said in a comment was that I saw him arriving alone, and that is still what I see.

I also posted the convo on Twitter, which confirms there was a woman in the car. It doesn't say the woman got out, it doesn't say it is a gf or anything. The Twitter account removed the video and post and is even now private. We don't have to have any doubts as to why that happened. (I just have to watch my inbox all week and I know enough).

There was no woman named Vikey, nor Vickey at play here, I told you about that. People with all the theories that start with 'but'... go ahead if you want to think otherwise, not me encouraging you and not me endorsing this.

I don't think I made any mistakes in this, the people naming women and having all kind of theories about who or what or in what compassion... are making the mistakes here imo. My simple conclusion was and still is, a woman is in the car, we don't know if she got out of the car, the video is cut at that point.

There was one Anon who mentioned something, most people probably didn't notice, which I think could have some merit. Anon observing how the passenger tried to get out of the car on the other side, but then another car passes. It is possible that the cab driver said something, then S, who first made a gesture as if he wanted to close the door, looked inside and we can see something what looks like the passenger moving towards the side where S got out of the car. But there it all stops, the video is cut. Only the people standing in front of the bar will know if the woman got out of the car or not.

It's far to unclear to identify the women, other than dark hair we see nothing and it is very vague. So it's pointless to have an opinion about it. My opinion is as good as anybody's and actual I didn't even bother to draw conclusions or have an opinion about it.

If you're not happy with a blog that doesn't make up any stories, just to entertain you, I'm sorry. My blog is about facts we see, not about things we don't see. If there is nothing happening, nothing can be reported. Simple as that.

People are free to discuss things, we can speculate now and then as long as it is in a respectful way, I don't have to agree with them, nobody has to agree with me. It's all just a tv show and some actors at the end of the day.

Well, that's all I have to say about this, which to me is such a non-issue. I'm rolling my eyes at every Anon about it asking myself why on earth is this such a big deal. Needless to say this will absolutely be my last word on it.

[columboposting]

I say this as a certified gwen cooper stan and defender and lover etc etc so if i see anyone in my replies coming for my girl its on sight. But it is honestly completely batshit insane to me the way seasons 1 and 2 of torchwood consistently do this thing where on-screen development or depiction of Jack and Ianto’s romantic relationship is directly preceded by a category five Gwen and Jack Unresolved Sexual Tension event. Like, Jack propositioning Ianto over Suzie’s corpse comes right after a scene where Jack and Gwen make moon eyes at each other from across the Hub; in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Jack only asks Ianto out on a date after a failed attempt to woo Gwen; in Reset, Martha’s conversation with Ianto about getting him and Jack a red UNIT hat comes after her convo with Gwen where both of them are like “man we must be the only two people in the world who havent been with Jack.” The obviously most insane example is in Something Borrowed when Gwen and Jack dance together extremely intimately AT GWEN’S WEDDING and Ianto literally has to WALK OVER to take Jack off Gwen’s hands. (If I missed any more examples please tell me because i feel like I did. Also Fwiw not every Janto scene follows a Gwack UST event, though by the same turn not every Gwack UST event is followed by a Janto scene. But I think there’s enough here for it to be a pattern.). So there’s this consistent thing where we see Jack make moon eyes at Gwen and only going to Ianto after this fails to result in anything substantial. This creates the impression that Ianto is Jack’s second choice for a partner, and that Gwen is his first.

You could argue that this pattern constitutes Jack choosing Ianto over Gwen, but… I dunno. The obstacle that consistently stops Jack from pursuing Gwen further in the scenes I’m talking about is not his commitment to Ianto but Gwen’s commitment to Rhys. (If you want an example of TW S1/2 actually showing Jack choose Ianto over Gwen I’d point at End of Days: Gwen metaphorically awakens Jack by kissing his corpse (he doesn’t seem to object but Gwen is obviously the one initiating), and then Jack immediately runs off to make out with Ianto. Compare with, say, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, where Jack tries to initiate with Gwen, gets cock-blocked by her engagement ring, and subsequently asks Ianto out. You see the difference?

To set my cards on the table I am obsessed with Jack and Gwen’s straightbait situationship, and I think it is completely fine and cool and entertaining, actually, for Jack and Gwen UST to coexist with canon Janto (Jack is from the Free Love century and has two hands; meanwhile it baffles me that people get on Gwen’s ass for the crime of (checks notes) being into Jack Fucking Harkness, as if being attracted to him is not completely normal and understandable), HOWEVER the show’s scene to scene editing CONSISTENTLY gives the impression that Jack would choose Gwen over Ianto if given the opportunity. So for all that I think a lot of Gwen hate is like, people being unfairly mad at Gwen for “getting in the way” of a gay ship that, per the show’s writing, she never actively interferes with or disapproves of and is generally shown to support, the way the show uses the language of editing does actually kind of value Jack’s hypothetical straight relationship with Gwen over his existing gay relationship with Ianto in a way that frankly fucking sucks. I have no idea whether or not this was intentional or whose fault it is (if I had to blame anyone I’d blame the writers involved and the editors involved, but tv production is complicated and this is a systemic problem that would be difficult to identify if you’re only looking at one episode at a time) but whatever happened its like. A lowkey homophobic element of an otherwise mostly queer-friendly show. Literally what were they thinking.

[paradoxicalrising]

Astrology Observations :)

preface: this is my first time doing this, these are all either my personal placements or I've had multiple experiences with a certain placement. none of this is absolute, pretty pls take it with a grain of salt, these are very general. Every single one of these placements depend on aspects in an individuals chart. WARNING: some 18+ topics. Enjoy :)

Mercury in the 8th house: naturally good at reading people, interested in psychology, religion, spirituality, astrology. chronic over thinkers + intrusive thoughts galore. could either really enjoy giving/ receiving head and/or dirty talk, reading smut.

Pisces Mars: sweethearts on the surface, usually soft-spoken or doesn’t talk much, spends more time observing or making up scenarios. also another overthinking placement. could also be someone who does drugs/ drinks alcohol. excels in the entertainment industries (film, theatre, music, art etc). either have a piss kink, foot fetish, or demisexual. 

Scorpio Venus: intense lovers. my ex had this placement and told me he’d die for me only knowing me 3 months. my sister also has this placement and will not eat dinner without her husband (could be the taurus opposition = not eating (taurus) until lover (Venus) is around), I think it’s a symbol of loyalty. once this placement finds value in someone, they are ride or die type loyal until you betray them. may stay in relationships longer than they should because it’s fixed emotion unless they finally see it themselves.

Cancer Moon (men specifically): I've had 3 cancer moon men take me to the beach on our first date. they’re always gassing themselves up on their cooking skills. their moms can be really restricting, especially those with Saturn in cancer as well. I've also seen their moms be really detached, cold, basically telling them to fend for themselves. highly intuitive but may get too caught up in the potential of a situation/ person and being disappointed when reality is different. hopeless romantics fr just throwing themselves into anyone they have a good feeling about without the physical proof.

Fixed Rising: the RBF (I love y’all). 

Vedic v. Tropical Astrology: honestly I think they’re both valid, and everyone should decide what placements resonate more with who they feel they are. Ex: I  have Venus, Jupiter, and my Sun in the 7th in Virgo (Tropical) but they’re in the 8th in Leo (Vedic). I feel more of the 8th house but in Virgo.

Pisces moons: I never feel like they’re listening to me if they aren’t looking at me because when they’re looking at me I can literally see them digesting the info w/ their dreamy eyes, but when they look away I just know they’re imagining some kind of fantasy that has nothing to do with the convo. 

Libra Moons: try to be soft and sweet but they have that fiery underside. I've noticed they’ll get all excited and sometimes aggressive and then apologize for it, like no girl look at you having a good time. they usually look aesthetically pleasing, you will never catch them not matching/ lookin raggedy in public, but they won’t judge others for it, Virgo and Taurus will haha.

Virgo + Libra: specifically rising + degrees, moon, or Venus combo usually have clear, healthy looking skin, especially after high school w/o all the teen acne hormones. 

Moon Conjunct Pluto: anyone else noticed the effect these placements have on their peers? it’s so weird but people are like magnetized to whatever house this placement is in. I guess cos it’s generational and yk it’s Pluto, but people around this placement can’t help but be enticed by these individuals. could be amazing actors if they can harness those dark emotions into a piece of work. these are the type of people to succeed out of spite of their trauma; very determined people. they can put such dark emotions into easy actions and words that others find hard to say out loud but they don’t shy away from dark stuff, they’ve dealt with darker topics since they were young.

Neptune in the 1st house: people constantly projecting onto these placements ! it’s important these people form a ground sense of self they can remind themselves of when they feel like someone is protecting on them. I have this placement and someone told me I was intoxicating to be around/ they felt intoxicated around me though they are sober. I fr think people get drunk off the illusion of this placement. These people are never what people say they are, if you want to get to know them I beg of you to please talk to them yourself instead of listening to others opinion of them. the women are cursed with the manic pixie dream girl trope. hella sex appeal bc of the blurred perceptions. make amazing actors/ musicians. very intuitive placement, but can doubt themselves.

[kissesandarsenic]

Hi Loretta

More wanted to send you and @saltyytotheextreme a message saying thank you. October/ kinktober was one of the most hottest entertaining things I have experienced in a long time. Loved both of your posts. Caught myself last week just refreshing your pages waiting for the next one. Thank you both so so much

Know it is last minute so don't know if you will write one (which is fine) but could you send me a treat 😁 ... I imagine approaching you and salt at a bar (if they don't feel comfortable being included that is fine) I say I notice you both from your blog. And try to start having a convo with you about it. But I come off awkward and nervous (obviously look at you. Literally the hottest people here that I cannot keep my composure. Just shaking being in both your presence) but you see that you can take advantage of me. And corrupt me as you please. You cut me off mid sentence and lean in and ask, "mommy's needs to show you something" you both take my hand and we walk out the door.

(limits: scat, blood, any bodily fluids really)

Thank you so much, honey. @saltyytotheextreme and I are very glad you enjoyed the posts. Very flattering to hear you were refreshing our pages too. So cute.

Still accepting Trick or Treats I get today, though if there's a huge influx I might not get to them until a later date. Also leaning into burnt out territory so might slack off a little oops. Here's yours.

We're both very much fans of shy things like you. Stuttering and cute, unable to maintain eye contact. You'll be utterly perfect to corrupt into a fun little plaything for us. So we take you by the hand and lead you back to our shared hotel room.

You're stripped to nothing and made to kneel beneath us. I'd personally love to finger fuck that cute little mouth of yours and knowing Salt, she'd probably enjoy slapping you around until your eyes sting and tears streak your face. You'd look so adorable ❤️

The possibilities are endless once you're suitably fucked out for us. Maybe we'll both have straps and spitroast you, forcing you to fuck back onto a fake cock at one end and gag at the other. Maybe we'll have you eating both our cunts out. If you're lucky you might even get to fuck one of us too.

You'll learn how to please us. How to beg like a good boy, how to be vocal. And you'll love every second of being utterly used. Just a babbling mess by the end of things, not a thought left in that pretty head.

Through discipline, brainwashing, pain or other forms of corruption we'll definitely drag you down to our level. And then further down to your rightful place.

Beneath us.

Trick or Treat Ask Game! Send in a fantasy with a "Trick" or "Treat" attached and I'll elaborate on it!

[katzske]

EARTHSPARK SPOILERS ABOVE AND BELOW!

For a kids show, I'm glad that they're able to touch upon serious topics like the effect war has on individuals and, in this case, species. I think TFA is the only notable TF show that wiggled its finger and made clear yo these are fucking aliens. But even there it felt one sided, as in, robots finding organics gross.

In TFE, you get so many perspectives on the Cybertron- human relationship and I love is so much. You have people who embrace it and accept each others differences. You have those who have internalized xenophobia but don't notice. People who don't care and just wanna be themselves and live in peace. And those who outright HATE the other species.

Visuals: the first half had its animation mainly focused on action. and while there is still action here, the conclusion of the season offers a lot of cinematic shots which tbh kinda took out of the immersion but are awesome screenshot material. it gets really dark as well, and there is a shot with Bee that stood out to me, where he's hanging from a ceiling, and his expression is full of fear. It was grand.

Audio: You still have the same synth wave music (which I like) but you also get some amazing sound designs for animal based alt modes, like Grimlock and Tarantulas. Nightshade unfortunately has this repetitive sound playing whenever they fly, (hawk screech) since they don't have a motor IG??

Characters: The viewer will be introduced to Hashtag, Jawbreaker and Nightshade. They have distinct abilities and personalities. (By now, I can already tell that my favorite Terrans are Nightshade, Jawbreaker and Twitch lol). They're interesting characters and their dedicated episodes were quite entertaining.

The most notable new characters who actually have their dedicated episodes and voice lines are Shockwave and Tara. Shockwave, as you can see from my memes, is a raging classist and racist. He's pure evil. But I really enjoy him because he's so smug. Imagine TFA Shock's smugness but in higher dosage. I fucking love it. HIS VOICE HAS SO MUCH RANGE. reminds me of an evil DJ subatomic supernova. His eye also reminds me of shin godzilla's... an unrelenting blank stare, unnaturally wide. Tarantulas on the other hand takes a much different spin than his BW counterpart. I think he joined the cons and stuck with them is because he wanted equality for all (during a short convo between Megs and Shock it's implied that it was their original goal). He's sick of the war and just wants to survive. He wants to be himself. He does these typical cinema spider noises like hisses, or gargles in his alt mode BUT OH BOY in his robot mode he's one fine fella. And his voice. chef kiss. i think it's British, but can't pinpoint what region.

Plot: Earthspark is gonna build upon the concept which TFP poorly introduced: A villan human faction. TFE is building upon and further fleshing out what they tried to do with M.E.C.H. The execution so far looks very promising.

They have taken their time to introduce G.H.O.S.T for a whole season, and put a bit of effort into showing that the organization is made out of individuals who have different motivations.

Their official motivation is understandable. The "good guys" wanna protect civilians from threats, like bots who break shit. But ofc there are some nasty people in the ranks who are lowkey masochists lol

Also, since Cybertronians are known to the public, it deepens the complexity of the conflict. Xenophobia against Cybertronians ranges from this cooperation to just regular people, who are mad that their planet was turned into a battle ground.