#My analyzations

[afrognamedfizzarolli]

Any wild guesses on what my favorite episode is?

In all seriousness, tonight (or maybe tomorrow morning) Im going to post the first of a series of analyzations of Helluva Boss. Starting with general overviews of each episode. Things like blink and you miss it details, easter eggs, foreshadowing, ect. As well as talking about parts of the episodes I feel get overlooked.

I will be doing one episode at a time, hopefully one a day. Would like some input though: Should I start with the pilot or episode 1?

[maidenvault]

Not “Only my reading of canon is correct” or “Interpretations are subjective and all valid” but a secret third thing, “More than one interpretation can be valid but there’s a reason your English teacher had you cite quotes and examples in your papers, you have to have a strong argument that your interpretation is actually supported by the text or it is just wrong and I’m fine with telling you it’s wrong, actually.”

[1alchemistart]

this is based entirely off of the fact that the "complete without issue" chapter completion trophies are cancelled if you get the eggs, making the eggs the issue LKDSLKF

i just think it would be so funny if we had two mysterious forgotten guys and they hated each other

[3liza]

my general position on public nuisance is "you should do your best not to irritate or inconvenience other people unless there's a good reason" and then litigate the "good reason" on a case by case basis. i think that's the best anyone can do. the definition of "good reason" varies wildly depending on context, your background, culture generally, what data you have as a participant or a bystander, and local laws, and all three of these things are relevant factors

for example it really does lower my level of reactive, irritable stress with my neighbors to know their names and general schedules. i don't know why but it really does bother you less if Kyle Upstairs is having a party a little too late and you can hear Bulletproof through the ceiling, as opposed to if you're on year three of living underneath some anonymous fuckhead you want to kill. it's like oh Kyle's cousin is visiting and they're just chilling out maybe they lost track of the time. this makes all the difference. as usual the best advice is to form community with the people around you no matter what, even if you are entirely self-interested it will benefit you in the end. well that's all I got

[lylahammar]

the one perk he can't earn

[devilledminion]

What is the key to enjoying life? (x)

[secretmellowblog]

People who try to analyze what happened on Tumblr on November 5th, 2020, often really overstate how much it was actually “about” Supernatural. As someone who has never been in the supernatural fandom ever but dID join in on the hysterical destielposting—it was really more about the stress of the pandemic and the 2020 presidential election.

The two biggest Youtubers I’ve seen try to dissect “what happened that November 5th” in video essays both weren’t American—- and I think that explains why they both tried to explain the hysteria primarily via analyzing the Supernatural fandom/the original show, rather than through the lens of the election. And while those videos are cool, valid, informational, and make lots of really well-considered interesting points— I can tell you that me and almost all my mutuals had literally no knowledge or interest in the fact that “oh supernatural had made nods at the ship in the past but the creators were adamant that I wouldn’t be canon” or etc etc etc etc. the first time I learned about any of that context was way later, watching videos where people claimed that fandom history context (that I did not know anything about) was the actual reason for the hysteria.

But the reality is that people latched on to the Destiel stuff because it was a piece of big useless inane zero-stakes fandom news in a time when we were desperately waiting for serious high stakes election news. We were latching onto a “positive “ piece of inane stupid fandom news in a time of great stress, with all the desperation of a drowning man who latches onto whatever piece of wood will keep him afloat.

The core of the hysteria was that Americans (who make up a huge chunk of tumblr’s userbase) were currently glued to their laptops watching the live presidential election vote counts come in. These vote counts were taking an extended amount of time due to the pandemic causing high numbers of mail-in ballots, resulting in a constant state of Election Day Stress for multiple days straight.

This was also during the height of the Pandemic. People had predicted Trump’s presidency would be bad; no one had predicted it would be this apocalyptically bad. No one had predicted pandemics and lockdowns and hospitals overflowing with bodybags. remember Trump spreading Covid lies and conspiracies?? There were so many Qanon conspiracies about democrats being Satanic child traffickers who had to be put to death, and coup threats were mounting from the right wing side. It seemed like this election was a choice between ‘centrist democrat’ and “apocalyptic right wing conspiracy theory authoritarianism,” in the midst of pandemic conditions that people feared would never ever improve— and it seemed like a close election.

Another major point was that Trump voters were more likely to be antimaskers/Covid deniers, while Biden voters were more likely to take the pandemic seriously— so Biden voters were more likely to send in mail-in ballots instead of risking the in-person voting crowds, which meant their ballots would take much longer to count. And so, in many state electoral vote counts, it would initially seem like Trump was very far in the lead— only for Biden to slooooowly build up an agonizingly small lead as the mail in ballots came in, and then defeat Trump at the very end.

So you’re just watching these news sites giving live election updates, refreshing the page every 2 minutes to see if you’re going to live under a spineless centrist democrat or a literal Qanon Dictatorship. And then you go on tumblr to distract yourself, and there’s more election posting, and more agonizing over the votes, and more stress and despair—-

And then it’s been days and we’re right at the crucial tipping point where it’s anyone’s game and the next few hours will determine whether Trump will win, so you need to keep your eye on the vote count, because the next hours will determine the future of the pandemic and your country and your plans for your entire life—

And then stupid Destiel becomes canon! And it becomes canon in the silliest way possible!

If Destiel had become canon at any other time, it would have been a big goofy tumblr celebration? But we wouldn’t have gotten the insane explosion of hysterical interaction.

The entire core of it was the contrast between the inane meaningless stupidity of fandom news vs the actual stressful election news you wanted to hear! It really is best conveyed in that meme where Castiel says “I love you” and Dean indifferently responds with a piece of important election news.

It’s about the contrast between the low-stakes inanity of fandom and the massive life-destroying stakes of a terrifying election. There really was no reason it had be Supernatural specifically, except that Supernatural was a thing everyone knew basic things about from dashboard osmosis— it could’ve been any other equally huge silly fandom ship news about a ship everyone *knew of* but might not necessarily be invested in (ex. Stucky becoming canon, Johnlock becoming canon, Kirk/Spock becoming more canon somehow, etc etc etc.)

I think it’s true that people who weren’t paying agonizingly close attention to the American election news got swept up in it, and that non American Supernatural fans also were extremely excited for purely fandom reasons — but the entire reason it blew up to an unprecedented degree was because of that core of stressed out terrified Americans glued to their computers watching election results and suddenly receiving stupid fandom news instead, and deciding to just hysterically parodically hyper-celebrate this absurd useless zero-stakes news.

I think it was also all elevated by the fact that, as I said before, this happened at the crucial “tipping point” of the election where the next few hours would determine the winner. The fact that Biden began to slowly develop a lead in the hours after made it feel, hysterically, as if the hours after Destiel became canon was somehow the turning point where he began to win; so celebrating Destiel felt like celebrating that slow turn towards victory.

The tl,dr is that it’s so important to Remember the Fifth of November …..in preparation the inevitable hysteria that will happen in the presidential election on November 5th of next year. XD. Personally I’m rooting for Johnlock or Frodo/Sam to somehow become canon in the eleventh hour right before the democrats win

[pvtpunsart]

people who care need people who care

[australet789]

Some assholes on Instagram saying that Epic fans are "gaslighting" themselves about Odysseus being faithful to Penelope because of the Circe part and being pretentious about it and how we are stupid for considering The Odyssey romantic

Motherfucker

1. The Odyssey is an epic poem we all fucking know that? That it's a tragedy, technically comedy (comedy in ancient literature used to mean "happy ending", not funny stuff)

2. The Circe bit can be interpreted in different ways, as if it was fully consensual or not or just a transaction. There was still a difference in power dynamics, which was 100% mentioned by Calypso in the beginning, but if you choose to ignore that part if the same as saying some of Zeus' kids were ok to be conceived because the women agreeded to what A GOD wanted.

3. Obviously Epic!Odysseus is differente from Homer!Odysseus, but trying to say Homer! Odysseus is a horrible person that fully wanted to cheat on Penelope just because you want to defend ALEXANDER HAMILTON, i have bad news about you.

4. "The crew had to beg to go back!" I read the Odyssey too. As a child and a few days ago. They stayed on Circe's island to rest so Odysseus job as a captain was literally wait until his crew told him they were ready to leave, specially after what they have lived. Odysseus didnt force anyone to stay in that island, when the crew went "oh, sir, we miss our families, please lets go back now, yes?" Odysseus immediately said "ok". It literally felt like a father waiting for the kids to stop playing in the playground.

5. Homer!Odysseus is not perfect, at all (man killed his disloyal maids because he didnt want to deal with shit anymore, even if they also were coerced/raped by the suitors), but come with a better gotcha than Circe. You are just fixiated on the Telegony and it shows.

6. Idk what to tell you, but if you think renouncing a life with two inmortal godesses (one of whom offered you immortality), traveling for 10 years defying a God's rage, killing 108 men who wanted to marry your wife (and ruined your house), almost killed yourself when said wife rejected you only for her to go "haha i was just testing you, silly :)", have your literally marriage have a word created for you two specifically is not romantic... Idk go read Bridgerton

[burgundy-constellations]

unreal unearth unheard has me unwell, unstable, and undone

[fascinatedfinch]

"As the hostiles came through into the private docks, I activated the new code I had been working on. Code: Deploy&Delay."

AKA: "you know the thing in media where someone disappears when a transport drives in front of them? yeah, that"

Bonus:

[teliphone]

VIP

Thank you @sunshinefever for allowing me to use these pics

Summary: You’re a VIP in Squid Games. While watching the players, you notice a difference in your servant. Someone so alluring yet hidden behind a bejeweled mask. Soon you will realize this person is not your servant… but a guard seeking to escape.

Warning(s): Smut, Degradation, Toys, Oral, Edging, Slight fingering, Slight Overstimulation, Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k 

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A fancy wine glass gets placed next to you gently. You take a moment to look away from the screen of players to focus on your servant. He stood still and wordless, almost doll-like. His black suit was looser on his body than usual, as if they were wearing someone else’s clothes. You slowly cross your legs, exposing your thighs within the slit of your dress. You pick up the glass and lift the rim to your nose. You twirl the glass, allowing it to send scents of sparkling citrus. You lower the glass to your lips to take a small sip before humming in delight. The taste of alcohol sinks onto your tongue. Hints of citrus and nutty undertones. You bring the glass up to your server.

“Server… What drink is this?” You softly ask, peering through your eyelashes. You can see his body tensing. Strange. But he doesn’t respond, making you upset. You begin waving your hands in front of him.

“Um, excuse me? I asked you something,” You point out. He refuses to move, not even a tiny nod of acknowledgment. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration. You paid millions of dollars for this special service… You can not tolerate disrespect. 

You get up from your seat and face your server. You stand up to his face, trying to peek through his mask. Due to his height, you have to crane your neck to look up. You feel a bit hypocritical wanting to see his face when yours is half covered by a golden animal mask. You move your hands to grip his collar, but he quickly clenches onto your wrist. You widen your eyes in shock. Judging by how small, slim, and delicate their fingers look… You realize your server is a woman. You move your eyes from her hands to her masked face. The corner of your lips begins to lift into a smirk. You lean towards her ear.

“��You’re not my server,” You whisper. Her chest begins to move up and down quicker. Your original server is a man whom you’ve picked from day one. Before you could question her, she quickly slides her hands off your wrist and returns them to her side. 

“Is there a problem here?” You hear a deep, robotic voice coming from behind. The game master stands, staring straight at you and your server. You narrow your eyes at her. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you can feel her begging you not to expose her. You smile and lift your hands to touch the buttons of her suit. 

“We're perfectly fine,” You smile. 

“I am pleased to hear that. I shall leave you alone for your pleasure,” The game master says before returning to his spot. 

You continue analyzing your new server. Many questions rush into your head. Who is she? Where did your original server go? Does she actually work here? To satisfy your questions, you knew you couldn’t do it here in public. You have to go into a room. 

“Come with me,” You order her. You bring out your hands for her to hold. She hesitates for a moment, then decides to place her hands on top of yours. You slowly wrap your fingers around hers. You begin walking, tugging her along. A couple of other VIPs giggle and whistle at you. 

-

You open the doors to the private room. You enter first, lightly twirling in the middle of the room. You softly giggle and turn to face her. She stands by the door, unsure to enter. 

“Come. I don’t plan on hurting you,” You assure. She stares at you for a moment before entering. She gently closes the door, and it automatically locks. She remains at that spot. Her posture is straight and tall. Her presence alone causes chills to run down your spine. She’s enchanting. 

“Who are you?” You question. You lift your fingers to touch your lips, biting back a smile. The room stays still for a moment. 

“I’m a guard here,” She finally says. You widen your eyes in slight surprise. Her voice is deeper and more stern than you thought. 

“Where is my server?” You continue walking around the room. She turns her head to the side, hesitating to tell you. You make it about three feet away from her when she speaks again. 

“…I shot a bullet through his head,” She reveals. Your blood turns cold. You freeze in your place. 

“… Are you going to kill me?” You breathe out. Death is an interesting topic to you. You’ve paid to watch players die for money. It’s entertaining. Seeing multiple people die in the most horrific ways… yet the idea of death at the end of your door scares you. It’s selfish and inconsiderate, and you know. You bathe in the inheritances of your ancestors' dirty money. 

“I won’t have to… if you agree to follow my orders,” She calmly explains. You blink. You continue to pause for a moment before lifting your hands to your chest. You start to giggle and chuckle. 

“Phew… for a moment there, I thought I finally got what I deserved,” You laugh. Following orders should be easy work. Anything to get out of death. She clenches her jaw. 

“Why are you here?” She says, causing you to stop chuckling. She wanted to understand the minds of people like you. VIP’s. Rich and inhuman. You wipe the edge of your eyes to collect tears of joy. 

“Boredom. Curiosity. Adrenaline. Research,” You drop several words. You turn your attention fully to her.

Her silence and stillness bother you. Never have you talked to someone like this. As narcissistic as you have been raised to be, you felt like you could change that. So you decide to grab onto her wrist and tug her towards the bed. She stumbled on her footing, but still kept up with you. You walk over to the luxurious bed and sit at the edge. She stands a few feet away from you. 

“This mask is stuffy,” You complain. Your fingers clench onto the edge of your mask and you take it off. You toss it at the end of the bed. You smile sweetly at her before running your fingers through your hair to fix it. 

“Your turn,” You tease. She doesn’t move again, making you roll your eyes. 

“If one of us is making it out of here, might as well go out without hiding,” You suggest, lifting your eyebrows. She hesitates for a moment, then nods her head and grips her mask. You straighten your back and lean forward in excitement. Like a drug addict waiting for their dealer to pull out the goods. 

The tiny red scratch on her cheek catches your attention first. Her plump lips are slightly pink. Your eyes follow her long nose bridge to her dark and dull eyes. Her face is stern and emotionless. Her hair is messy and slightly sweaty. You also notice the cute freckles around her cheeks. You unconsciously nibble your bottom lip. You swing your legs over to cross them. Her eyes flicker to your exposed thighs. She has no shame in eyeing your body before looking back up 

“What’s your plan? Are you trying to escape? Destroy the game?” You babble, twirling your hands around.

“Why do you want to know so much?”

“So that I can make it out alive… and maybe with you?” You lamely flirt. She lets out a soft laugh of disbelief. Her lips curl into a smile. Your heart swells in pride. You finally got an expression out of her! You lean slightly onto the bed, your chest peeking above the dress. You shyly smile while rubbing your foot against your calves. She grips her fist tightly behind her body. 

A small idea pops into your mind, and you waste time doing it. There’s no point in waiting in a place like this. You cautiously graze your legs up her thighs. You don’t know what this woman could do, but you were intrigued. She clenches her jaw, exposing the muscles in her jaw. You sneakily wrap your legs around her thighs, bringing her body closer to yours. Her core is nearly rubbing against your panties. 

“Do you do this with all your guests?” She whispers, slight curiosity in her tone. You giggle, still looking at her pants. You slowly drag your fingers along the lining of her zipper. 

“Usually with money,” You whisper. She scoffs in disgust, which sends an ache down your stomach. No one has ever treated you like a dirty scum. People usually worship the ground you step on, hoping to grab money that slips out of your bag. Or beg to be friends for privileged reasons. But here she is. Someone with a lower ranking, staring at you like you’re the worst person on the planet. You lick your lips and peer up at her. You bat your eyelashes and she grimaces, yet the pink blush on her cheeks exposes something different behind her facade. 

“Entertain me,” You purr. A slip of your narcissistic character. You’re so used to ordering people around. She narrows her eyes at your hands as you try to grip onto her clothed core. She doesn’t move, letting you roam your hands around. Your touches are light, to allow her to shove you away if she doesn’t like this. You peek up to test her expression. She gulps, and her chest moves up and down slowly. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she battles with her inner thoughts. You push it further by rubbing along her inner core. A red blush forms on her cheeks. 

“Is this okay?” You smile. She nervously nods her head up and down, signalling yes. The desperate look on her face makes you chuckle softly. 

“I guess I’m not the only dirty one,” You whisper to yourself, but she hears. She slaps your hands away and shoves you down onto the bed. She grinds her core into yours as she sharply stares deep into your eyes. Your dress hikes up your thighs and exposes your panties. Your breathing quickens. 

“I’m not,” She grunts in anger. She hates to even think about being similar to a VIP. Your hair spreads all over the bed. You start laughing harder, making her more frustrated. You knew you two weren’t so different. If she was, why is she still here… why are you even alive? Let alone allow you to entertain her. She would’ve killed you already the second you entered the room. She lifts her hands and grips your throat. She squeezes your neck, nearly making you roll your eyes back. 

“Shut up,” She snaps. She shamelessly buckles her clothed core against yours. She bites her lower lip in pleasure. 

“You’re the messed-up one. You obey me,” She mumbles while she feels herself getting wetter. Your eyelids lower and your cheeks turn red. You keep yourself silent by biting your bottom lip. The buildup in your lower stomach feels too good for her to stop. Her core grinds perfectly against the material of your panties. It rubs against your clit over and over. On top of that, her grip on your neck tightens. 

“Fuck,” You accidentally grunt out. She breathes out a laugh and snaps her hips into you. She removes her hands from your neck and places them beside your head. You reach up and wrap your fingers around her wrist. You turn your head to gently kiss her wrist.

“Look at you,” She grimaces. She feels an insane amount of power at the moment. You’re so weak and limp underneath her. She could do anything, and you would love it. She can see it in your face. She continues to rub herself against you, chasing after her own high. The wetness coating on her panties is starting to become stuffy and uncomfortable. She wishes she could feel you. 

“Please,” You cry out. She ignores your begging and focuses on how her clit rubs against her panties. She quietly examines how damp your panties have become. You could feel it. Each time she would rub against you, you can feel how easily the material slides on your clit. An embarrassing blush forms on your cheeks. You bring your arms across your face to cover your face. She stops rubbing her core to grab onto your arms. She pins them above your head. 

“Don’t cover your face,” She demands. She needs to see how she can make you come undone with your clothes still on. She dips her face into your neck and begins to kiss it. You arch your body and moan. She hums and playfully nips your skin. She slides her other hand down to your core. She rubs two fingers on the wet patch. She sucks your neck while sliding your panties to the side. Without warning, she thrusts two fingers in. Her fingers slide in easily, your juice quickly coating her digits. She jerks her hand in and out. She can feel your gummy walls trying to wrap around her. She chuckles and adds a third finger. The stretch causes you to choke out a scream. Your thighs twitch and try to close, but her hips prevent that from happening. She thrusts her fingers into you and soaks in pleasure. You moan into her ears. Words of nonsense and praise. 

“I’m close,” You choke out. The wave of pleasure builds up. Just a few more and you can reach your high. You arch your back and shut your eyes. She continues to harshly thrust her fingers into you a few more times before completely removing her hand. Your pussy clenches around nothing, sending an aching throb in your stomach. You lean up using your elbows to look at her.

“Why did you stop?!” You pant. She quietly wipes her hands covered with your silky juice onto your dress. She removes herself from your body and glances around the room. She hasn’t been in here before, but she could tell this is no ordinary room. She curiously walks to a closet. She swings the doors open, revealing all kinds of toys. She rolls her eyes at how filthy the VIP’s are. Nothing but money and sex. 

She drags her fingers along the many toys until she stops at a certain item. She lifts up a strap-on, and the toy feels nice in her hands. She tilts her head to look at you. Her eyes were still dull and tired. You sit wordlessly on the bed with a blush on your face. Her lips curl into a small smile while she uses one hand to unbuckle her pants. Her eyes never leave yours as she slides her pants off herself. She gestures with her chin at your core, signaling you to take yours off. 

You start pulling your dress over your head. You loop your fingers around your panties and pull them off your legs. The cold air touches your wet pussy, causing you to clench your thighs. She takes a moment to examine your body. So naked and vulnerable. VIP’s are so… easy. You’re so easy. 

She takes a moment to look away to focus on putting the strap on. It takes her a couple of minutes to finally settle and perfect the toy. She peers at the cock then up to you. You nervously gulp. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of her. 

“Come and suck,” She orders. You quickly slide off the bed and rush over to her. You kneel in front of her. Your chest moves up and down in excitement. You place your hands around her thighs, pulling her closer to your mouth. Desperation is written all over your face. 

“You disgust me,” She grimaces, a blush on her cheeks. You squeeze your thighs together as it throbs, but you cannot think about yourself right now. You wanted to please her. You carefully swirl your tongue on tip of her cock. She looks down at you, waiting for your next move. You take a deep breath before putting more of her into your mouth. The veiny toy slides against your wet tongue. Her stomach tenses in pleasure. You move your head up and down her cock. She tilts her head and places one of her hands on your head. She laces her fingers along your hair and grips it. You wince in pain. 

She starts buckling her hips into your mouth while keeping you in place. She leans her head back and a soft moan escapes her lips. You shut your eyes and try your best to keep still. She shoves your head down her cock til your nose brushes against her lower toned tummy. You feel the toy hitting the back of your throat. Your gasps and gagging noises were muffled by her toy. You tap onto her thighs, signalling her to pull out. She tugs your head off her cock, a saliva trail connecting her cock to your mouth. You cough and gasp for air. She lifts her thumb to wipe the corner of your lips. 

“That’s all you can take?” She taunts. You wordlessly shake your head and angle your mouth back onto her cock. She watches you slide your tongue on the sides of the toy before putting it back into your mouth. She lets out a shaky breath. She puts her hands on top of your head again. Without another warning, she shoves your head up and down while jerking her hips. Her moans are soft and quiet. Your saliva starts rolling down your chin. You allow her to set her pace without stopping.

“There you go,” She praises with a small smile. You pathetically roll your eyes back at the weak praise. She starts to rub your hair nicely instead of gripping it. She moves her cock out your mouth and taps it onto your cheeks. Your lips and eyes are wet and red. 

“You sick fuck,” You rasp. You could not believe she refuses to admit she’s just as dirty as you. She darkly chuckles and tugs your hair to stand up. You quietly cry out as you stumble to stand. She walks away and you follow her to the bed. You lay at the edge of the bed with your thighs spread apart. She angles herself between your legs. Her tip teasingly rubs the outside of your folds. She looks up at you with tired eyes. She starts to slowly push herself into you, watching your face scrunch up. The toy sank in deeper til she could no longer go any further. Your mouth opens as the stretch of the toy feels good. She moves her hips, letting the toy go in and out. She reaches her hands up to touch your chest. She aggressively grips it, leaving red finger marks on the skin. She then pinches your nub, making you whine again. Her thrusting pace starts to increase. Your body grinds against the bed at each snap of her hips. You tilt your head back and you moan loudly. The toy rubs against her clit. 

“You take me so well,” She blushes. Sweat makes her bangs stick onto her forehead. She snaps her hips into you and watches your eyes roll back. She smiles, revealing her teeth. She leans her face down to your ears.

“What makes you think you can come?” She whispers, still thrusting into you. 

“Please! Anything! I will do anything for you!” You cry out. Her teeth nibble your earlobe. 

“Anything?” She taunts in your ear. How easy was it for her to switch roles? A VIP taking orders from a guard… Who is basically a nobody in the public view. She moves her face to nip at your neck again. She knows that once she’s done with you, she is going to use you to escape the building. 

“Anything, please! I don’t care what it is. Please don’t stop,” You confess. She chuckles against your skin in satisfaction. She leans her face away and stands up straight. She wraps her hands around your thighs and pushes them up to your chest. Your core becomes more open. She feverishly snaps her cock into your core. Chasing after your high. You can feel her cock sliding so deep, in and out. Your thighs start to shake, and your lower stomach tenses. She doesn’t stop this time. You clench onto the bed sheets. Your mind becomes numb as you feel your stomach snap. You come onto her, jerking your body. Your juices drip down your thighs and onto the bed. 

She doesn’t stop. No, she continues jerking her body to chase after her own high. You thrash against her, but she ignores your cries of overstimulation. She slaps your hands away from her biceps. You feel your tears running down your cheeks. 

“I’m not done with you,” She grunts. You moan loudly. The toy continues to rub against her clit sweetly. She bites her lower lip. Her lower stomach tenses. She soppily grinds her core til she cusses and finally comes onto the toy. She lets go of your legs and nearly falls onto your body. She tilts her head down to your ear, allowing you to hear the soft whimpers from her lips. She calms down from her high and pushes herself up to look at you. Her cock still inside you. 

“Who are you?” You whisper, cheeks blushing. 

“Kang Noeul,” She replies before leaning in to kiss you.

[urban-shade]

I think, Sebastian genuinely believes that his mind is unchanged from the experimentation. At least, besides the PTSD.

But we can see through his actions/writing that he has a bit of an inhuman penchant for violence. Especially for someone who.. didn't kill 9 people when he was 20, and was overall a pretty average guy!

It's weird to shoot somebody dead after them inflicting 2 mind numbing headaches via beacon. He could just kick them out of the shop! I think unconsciously, his predator instincts drive him towards hurting people. He's still a person mentally, but what he's ok with doing has been augmented.

It just feels so natural to hurt and kill these people who have done him so wrong in the moment that he is not going to reflect on why he does it until much much later. Even if he knows that Urbanshade employees get revived, only ONE of the Expendables does in-canon. He's sending these people to a permanent grave.

He's always been thankful that he managed to keep his mind/sanity through the experimentation, so the thought that he did lose just a tiny bit of himself wouldn't cross his mind until he's potentially cured in a good ending. He'd be oddly more relaxed in a way that's hard to pinpoint, he knows he's going to be relaxed for the obvious reasons, but there's that tiny little feeling there that Something is missing.. so he has to come to terms with the fact that Urbanshade affected his mind too.

He didn't start out as a killer, but he's been forced into the role, through experimentation, and the need to survive.

[kityana]

okay so yeah this short is very obviously poking fun at fans and fandom at large but also. aside from being a stereotypical fangirl. emberlynn is also very, very similar to early-episodes stolas.

i mean. the immediate sexualization of their first encounter (or at least, first encounter as adults)

the pose.

the nickname.

the obvious projection of submissive sexual fantasies.

the over-reliance on fiction to inform their sexual expectations.

and, yes, the harassment at work.

i feel like maybe this short was also speaking to some fans who don't quite get how blitzo didn't see stolas' feelings as genuine. this is how. embrlynn and stolas aren't exactly the same, but they have some (i believe, intentional) similarities, and i think this short makes it clear how fetishized their actions made blitzo feel.

don't get me wrong. there are differences. and it's clear by now that stolas and blitzo have genuine feelings for each other. but this is an aspect that i think a lot of fans missed and need to see more clearly.

[they-call-me-youngermoney]

planning out my reverse au is going very well. human connor is just as offputting as he is in canon, he'd appreciate the blood licking i think

(+ bonus wip)

[oobbbear]

Friendly reminder they canonically have lips and long eye lashes and we as a fandom should draw them with those more often