#NOTHINGS WHAT IT SEEEMS

[stardusteyes]

Does anyone else listen to EPIC the Musical and suddenly become extremely worried for Outis?

[005mins]

/  I think that it’s very s.exy of d.aybit to be able to see things from a cosmic perspective and outside the universe as well as be able to see in detail its content

[graysanatimony]

I’m gonna have a wee rant about something and joker out will be mentioned 0.0

so last year I was in a really shitty friendship with a girl well call S, she did a lot of stuff that wasn’t very nice and the thing that is relevant to what this rant will be was that she didn’t let me have my own interests, I had to like the outsiders and the 80’s and that was it, she made fun of the fact that I liked Mcyt, Eurovision and other stuff like that so I was made to stop

last November I stopped talking to her, completely cut her off after she made fun of my other friends that she didn’t like

I then got into a bit of a rut mentally then but the thing that helped me the most I think was videos from Eurovision 2023, after the contest last year I didn’t do what I usually do and watch it a million times in a row cause she made fun of the fact that I liked it

the act I loved the most was, as you can probably guess, joker out

I watched compilation videos of them and loved them, I started listening to all their other songs, they are now the only artist that I listen to all of their songs, and they made me happier 

when I found out they had a series of videos about their journey to Eurovision I started watching them on repeat

Now I’ve stopped looking at as much stuff about Eurovision, it’s still an interest of mine but I’m just not like watching as many videos about it and stuff, but joker out is still a very large presence in my life

They have written the three only songs I can cry to, and I can never cry

They are one of the only artists I was willing to spend more than a pound in a charity shop for one of their CDs 

They are part of the inspiration for my style, at least when it’s warm

They are the reason I’ve found some wonderful people, the fandom is one of the least toxic I’ve been in, at least on tumblr

Tw: sh mention under cut, if you want to keep reading but don’t want to see that skip what is in between the bold, coloured bits 

I was in the some classes with satan for two years before we became close around October  2022 and that was shortly after I started SH,because of issues caused by other failed friendships 

 she saw the cuts on my arm and instead of worrying or something like a decent person might she yelled emo wrist check and gave me “advice” on how to get myself to bleed more, where it can’t be seen by my parents 

I was in a really shitty place mentally while being her friend and about a week before I cut her off, we had a fight and didn’t talk for a few days I had panicked cause I didn’t want to lose another friend and I relapsed, this was during Halloween or midterm break so we didn’t see each other cause we weren’t in school, about two days before we were meant to go back something happened that meant we were on good terms again but I can’t remember what exactly, and she asked me to hang out, so I went to her house and at one point she grabbed my arm and it hurt cause there were fresh-ish cuts there and she was like oh of course you would fucking do that you emo instead of what I think would have been the decent thing to do and say sorry and leave it there 

After I stopped talking to her I have only relapsed 3 times, once immediately after, once around January, and once 123 days ago

I am 123 days clean

And I am so fucking proud of myself for that

It isn’t that long but,I have worked hard to get here and I couldn’t have done it without my friends being so great, they may not know they helped me but they did

things like Eurovision and joker out helped so much with it too, there have been times I’ve felt so shitty and watching a video of joker out or listening to one of their songs has helped me get out of that, especially everybody’s waiting, I don’t know how to explain how that song helps so much it just does

Padam also does, it has caused me to breakdown in the shower more times than I can think of and that’s a good thing cause I am like a brick wall of emotion and that song is a fucking wrecking ball, just lets me cry when I need to and again I can’t explain this, it makes even less sense than everybody’s waiting cause I don’t speak the language 

My family likes to make fun of how much I like joker out and Eurovision and stuff and I don’t want to explain this to them cause they definitely won’t understand it all but like this silly wee band of 5 Slovenian guys might have saved me, this weird song contest did too

I never thought I’d say this about losing a friend but I’m glad it happened, if I was still friends with satan I would never have found joker out, may have never gotten back into Eurovision, I would never have found such a great community of amazing, wonderful people who are brilliant in every form of the word

If you made it this far thank you for listening to my ranting, you are amazing and better than any therapist I have had, to both the friends I have irl that are on tumblr and the amazing people I have found in my time here

I love you all <3 >:3

[hockeyboysimagines]

Practice makes perfect

Warnings: Unprotected sex, please be responsible (that’s all this is really haha)

Ask and ye shall receive. A fun little Matt and Hallie piece for you guys, inspired by the last game. Expect chapter 3 of Fuck me like I’m famous to be out in. Day or so.

Enjoy!

“Does it hurt?” Hallie asked, leaning down to peer at his eyebrow and the bridge of his nose. There was little blood and the beginnings of a bruise but he seeemed fine otherwise.

“Nah. You’ve hit me harder than this before.” He said with a smile, eyes twinkling.

She rolled her eyes, embarrassed and crossed her arms watching as he got it cleaned and butterfly stitched.

Fighting in hockey never bothered Hallie, but watching him get jumped like that wasn’t exactly her favorite thing in the world either. She and Chantal had immediately grabbed hands when they saw him fall to the ice, and she hadn’t breathed until he was back up and yelling at Brady from center ice.

She hadn’t even planned on going to this game, but had been talked into it last minute, and was able to find care for the kids. She’d not expected the game to explode the way it did and she was a little surprised. She’d watched Matthew and Brady play one another before but this game was a little different. They both had the unique ability to agitate the other team but sometimes it just went too far.

Either way she was glad he was okay.

Especially after what happened during playoffs.

Watching him go down after the hit during the finals, and then stumble when he tried to get back up was probably the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move and when he didn’t return to the bench immediately she knew something was wrong. Though she argued with him, she couldn’t stop him from playing in the next game, and a huge blowout resulted when she found it was a broken sternum, and not a broken arm like he told her it was.

It was the first and only time since the first time that she considered leaving him and taking the kids. But then Hallie remembered what her life was like without him and she definitely didn’t want to go back to living that way, but he’d promised her that he would never do that again.

This thankfully was only two small cuts to the face and nothing more. He hopped off the table, gave everyone a small wave goodbye and they headed out of the medical room and down the hall.

“Who has the kids?” He asked after a second, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“Carly. She’s visiting for the week.”

“Oh so the kids are at home.”

“That’s what I said. Why?”

“No reason. Just wondering if you wanted to make another one is all.”

Hallie’s mouth fell open and she let out a breath “Matthew-“

“Great. Glad we’re on the same page. Your hotel room or mine?”

Hallie spent the short ride from the arena squirming in the backseat of a cab. She’d jumped and gasped a little when she felt Matthew’s hand slide between her legs, fingers moving over the paper thin fabric of her leggings.

“What are you-?” She hissed eyes moving towards the cab driver, but Matthew refused to look at her. He was smiling a little, eyes not moving from the window as they drove.

She was biting her lip so hard she was sure it was bleeding as they pulled up to the steps on the hotel she was in, and he waved pleasantly to the driver and they walked in together. Her heart was in her ears as he stared at her from across the elevator, almost unblinking.

“Stop.” She said finally, eyeing him as the elevator moved agonizingly slow.

“Stop what?”

“Having eye sex with me from across the elevator. That’s what.”

He chuckled “Don’t worry. There will regular sex to be had soon, and if it wasn’t for that.” He nodded above her head at the camera “We’d be having it now.”

Hallie felt redness come to her face and coughed “In an elevator? What do you take me for.”

“What I take you for.” He said pushing off the wall and taking a slow step forward “Is the same girl who once let me fuck her in a bar bathroom, and then went back out like nothing ever happened. And that same girl also stuck my hand under her dress at the winter gala surrounded by important executives.” He same to stopping in front of her “Should I keep going?” He leaned down so he was eye level with her. He was giving her one of those nasty smirks he always did right before he ruined her.

She opened her mouth to respond and then closed it, shaking her head.

“That’s what I thought. After you.” He waved a hand forward towards the elevator door, which had now opened, and followed her out, down the hall and towards her hotel room door. She stopped and turned to pull out her key card, when she felt a hand slide across her abdomen, and warm breath under her ear. Hallie nearly dropped the key twice as his lips ghosted over the skin of her neck.

“The key won’t work.” Hallie said smacking it against the sensor on the door, sucking in a breath as his hand sank below the waistband of her leggings “I can’t get it to unlock-“

“I’ve got a key for your lock right here.” He whispered in her ear, body pushing her up against the door, sensor beeping as they almost fell in when the door unlocked suddenly. He had one hand on either side of her waist, spinning her to face him as he kicked the door shut and pulled her forward, lips finding hers in the dark.

Kissing her never got old, like each time was the first. He yanked her jacket off, tossing it away as she pulled off his tie and suit jacket.

“Take this off.” He breathed out against her mouth, pulling at the jersey she was wearing. As much as he loved seeing her in that Tkachuk jersey, he needed to see her in nothing. He couldn’t get her out of her clothing fast enough, ripping the jersey over her head and then tossing her down on the mattress. He grabbed the waistband of her leggings and pulled, yanking them down before he pulled his own dress shirt off, surprised when he felt her hands on his arms and she quickly spun him, seating him down on the bed.

“What-“

“Shhhhhhh.” She said holding a finger up to quiet him “Let me take care of you.”

She reached forward, eyes still on his and slowly unbuttoned his suit pants, before removing them, his shoes and socks, and then leaned him backwards. He felt his heart rate pick up a little. Usually after a particularly rough game, Hallie let him get a little wild. It wasn’t often she took control but when she did.

It was always fun.

She was half in shadow as she stood, adjusting the band on her underwear and nodding for him to move up the bed. When he did, she reached forward, eyes flicking up to meet his as she leaned down and pressed a wet open mouth kiss on his lower abdomen. She gave him a better head rush than any fight or elbow ever could.

“Hallie I-“

But he was silenced when she stretched the length of his body and moved her mouth across his jaw and down his neck. She had one hand splayed across his chest and used the other one to tilt his chin back.

“So about that baby…” she whispered in his ear.

He had her flipped over on her own back before she could even finish her sentence. He was smiling, pinning each of her arms by her head and leaned into her face.

“Oh is that what you want.” He ran his hand down her arm, and across her stomach, and down into her underwear.

She jumped, back arching up and smiled a little with a shrug “I mean if you wanna give me one.”

“Another one?”

“How about we just maybe get some practice is?” She said tugging her hand free and running them down his back to the lower part, nails digging into his skin.

“Good plan. You can never have too much practice.” He whispered leaning down to kiss her.

She opened her mouth allowing him to push his tongue inside and she felt a heat erupt in her stomach that started to creep through her as he pushed her underwear down her legs and settled in between them. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as he pushed inside of her, for probably the 200th time, but the feeling it gave her never got old. His tongue slid across her neck, teeth biting down on her skin as his hand moved up her waist, fingers splaying across her ribcage. He pulled out and pushed back in, his own head falling forward into the crook of her neck.

He ran his hand under her knee and pulled her leg up, hitching it around his hip, pushing deeper as he did. She gasped and let out a moan. Her nails drug across the skin of his forearms, as she watched the muscles begin working in his abdomen. There was nothing in the world quite like him. “That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He whispered.

He pulled her up by the back of the neck to kiss him, crushing her mouth with his own. He threaded his hand through her hair, the thick silky strands wrapping around his fingers. Her body felt hot and tight and she was a little bit dazed when he pulled away to look at her.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. He’d been saying that to her since day 1 and it never failed to make her melt into a puddle of goo, and today was no different.

She watched as he leaned forward resting his forehead on her chest and pushed inside her again this time deeper and faster than before. Her head fell back as she pushed her hips up to meet his, legs spreading wider. He had a firm grip on her left hip as he started thrusting harder, and faster. She felt white heat building between her legs and her body was tired and felt heavy. It she never wanted him to stop. He braced an elbow on the mattress next to her head and started to push faster.

“Matty oh my g-“ but her words became jumbled and she felt herself fall apart as she got hit with an orgasm that made her toes curl.

“Shhh kiss me.” He pulled her forward hurriedly, kissing her right through both of their orgasms until their breath had slowed, and she had no more air to give to him. He finally pulled away and let his head fall into the crook of her neck, trying to slow his breathing down. He gave a little shiver as he pulled out of her and laid next to her in silence.

“Well you’re welcome for the baby.” He said after a few minutes of the sounds of breathing filling the room.

Hallie started laughing and he smiled at the sound. He could only see her profile silhouetted against the lights coming from behind the curtain, but he had seen her smile at him enough to know what she looked like.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself on the first try.”

“I’m 2 for 2 babe. It’s not confidence, it’s just skill.”

“Well since you’re so skilled, I guess we don’t need anymore practice.” Hallie pulled the blanket up and turned from him.

“Woah whoa whoa, now hold on.” He reached across her to turn on the lamp “I’m confident in my abilities but that doesn’t mean mistakes can’t be made. We could always do it again, to be on the safe side.”

She smiled and looked at the ceiling in thought “Well. If you really think so then I guess we should. You know…for the safe side. You’re the expert after all.”

He reached forward and ran a hand over her collarbone, thumb stroking the base of her neck “What’s that saying? Practice makes perfect?”

“Yes.”

“Well since we’re already perfect…” he said with a large cheesey smile.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the chain “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

He reached past her and grabbed the pull chain on the lamp, intending to spend the rest of the night doing just that.

[lilyrizzy]

First vacation together <3

This is rare fluff & kidfic from me!

"Remind me again why we got rid of Verstappen Air?"

The line for security is an endless weave of people, overtired and shifting from foot to foot with impatience. It makes Daniel long for the days of private charter terminals, of being ushered to the front of any queue with a smile. One of the few things about Formula One he misses anymore.

"Daniel, of course because of the environment," Max says beside him, and then he's off, launching into the same explanations of CO2 emissions and global warming that Daniel has heard all before.

Next to Daniel, he's also bouncing from one foot to the next, though not from irritation. In his arms, Emilia is sleeping, her face smooshed into the side of Max's neck, her mouth slack as she dribbles onto the collar of Max's t-shirt.

It was her birth that started this interest-bordering on obsession- with how to reduce their carbon footprint. Max spending too long watching nature documentaries with gloomy premonitions at the end, reading an endless amount of articles about what a better place the world would be if only people washed their clothes with their bath water.

Daniel wanted to cuddle Max close every time he started up again, to promise him that everything was fine, that nothing was going to hurt her. But part of being a parent, he'd come to realise, was accepting to limit of your control over these things. The best they could do was never be a reason she hurt, and so Daniel changed their light bulbs to LEDs and made sure all the food in their fridge was organic.

And got on hideous 25 hour flights to the Netherlands with an 18-month-old.

"When we were of course racing, it was different, but now we are settled and do not fly so much, we-" Max is still explaining beside him when Daniel leans in to shut him up with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then, taking in the sight of him, he has to lean in and kiss him again.

Dark circles under his eyes, days old stubble on his face, their daughter resting in the dip of his waist, Daniel loves him just as much as he did in their glory days, thousands screaming their names rather than just Emilia wailing their new ones; Daddy, Papa. Maybe he loves him more, though it seeems impossible that the love lodged in his chest hasn't been there always, an electric pulse helping his heart tick in time.

"What was that for?" Max asks about the kisses now, face pinkening in shy happiness. It's still new, the world knowing.

"Because I can," Daniel answers, like always when Max asks this same question. His lips twitch upwards into a grin, and it's everything, getting to watch Max return it.

"Next!"

The moment is interrupted by the bark of the security officers, and they shuffle forwards.

Daniel is responsible for the bags, the pushchair that Emilia refuses to sit in but they brought in case by some miracle she decided to sleep the entire journey. Max has been telling everyone, a few fans stopping them for autographs and old ladies cooing over Emilia alike, that she is so active, like her dad, the pushchair is just for in case, she really walks everywhere. So eager to talk about her with pride dripping from every word that it makes Daniel's heart clench to remember isn't learnt from his own childhood, and is instead made entirely from the sweet nature of him.

By the time it's their turn and he's slipped Max's phone from his back pocket to put into the tray alongside his, folded the blood pushchair and promised he's really sure he doesn't have any liquids over 100ml, when he turns back to Max he's scowling at a security officer, free hand waving angrily.

"Hey," Daniel says, stepping close to place a hand at the bottom of his back, "everything okay?"

"Sir," the officer begins at the same time as Max says 'no', somewhat petulantly, "you cannot hold the little girl as you walk through the scanner. She needs to walk through alone."

"But she is sleeping," Max snaps back, hand covering Emilia's ears as though to stop her from hearing the angry tone of his voice. "Of course we are not hiding anything in her onesie, be serious, we-"

"Babe," Daniel interrupts, eyeing the queue forming behind them, "she's probably going to go right back to sleep on the plane, yeah? Come on, I'll-"

He gestures and the security officer nods him through the metal arch. No beeping, and with the officer seemingly assured Daniel isn't hiding a pistol in his ass, he turns back to face where Max is still stood the other side, chewing his lip.

"Papa, no," she insists, and that Daniel can hear, her forever used to getting her own way. Once set on her feet she begins to grizzle louder. The expression on her face is so 'Max woken before 9 am on a Monday,' that it would make him laugh if he wasn't sure that it would earn him a glare from Max.

"Maxy," Daniel prompts, and he nods.

He wakes Emilia up with a few kisses to her face and gentle words that Daniel can't hear from only 3 feet away.

"Come on, Mils," he calls to her instead, crouching to the floor and holding his arms out, "Daddy's turn for a cuddle."

Her face smooths over a little at the sound of his voice, and he'll never get tired of this. Of being reminded of all the ways they're a family.

It's there in the way she hesitates, looking at Max over her shoulder, not wanting to leave him behind. He nudges her in Daniel's direction with an achingly gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Go on, schatje, I am right behind you."

It's the reassurance she needs to toddle forward, arms outstretched into Daniel's waiting ones. He lifts her up with a theatrical spin that makes her giggle, kissing her dry cheek. Dramatics all for show then.

"Come on trouble, let's go get our stuff," he tells her, shifting her to his hip. Before he can make his way towards where their stuff has been piled on a bench, there's the distinct noise of Max's annoyance from behind him. Turning back, Daniel sees him getting pat down by security, scowling furiously.

"Oh I take it back Mils," Daniel says loud enough for Max to hear, wanting to make him smile the same way he's making their daughter giggle, tickling her sides. "Looks like Papa is the trouble today, huh?"

The flicker of a reluctant smirk on Max's face is worth every trophy between them both.

[foreigndivinities]

besides the brilliance of the portrayal of logan's death as inevitable yet shocking in its suddenness and the way the camera solely follows the siblings' perspective miles away from the plane, only showing the audience the body over half an hour into the episode so we're kept in the dark just as they were, what hit so hard in this episode is how real the depiction of sudden loss of a loved one was. the shock and panic at realizing that this is happening, that something devastatingly lifechanging is occurring on what previously seeemed like an ordinary, insignificant day with no pause button or alternative outcomes available. / the only words and sentiments coming to mind being about the love - "i love you; nothing else matters at this moment." the pain and the heartbreak you have caused me has been left at the door for the timebeing because i love you. / the realization that you're not ready — how could you have prepared for this? you need more time — but there is no time, it's up. you have spent all the time you would have ever spent with them now — every minute would have totaled up to a definite sum by this moment, no longer an increasing tally — but you should have had more time, yet there's nothing you can do to change that fact. / the constant reevaluation of "is this real? is this actually happening?" / the temporary acceptance. / the waiting and the walking around wherever it is you are: a boat, a hospital, your house. / the attempts to gather your thoughts with your family, piece together the events. / the phone calls and documents and legal business to manage. order that demands to be made amidst all this chaos. / the emptiness that's slowly carved a home into your chest, your guts, and the weight of your grief pressing down on you, staying with you even after the tears have dried and the lump in your throat has dissipated. / the body being wheeled out, you and your family's eyes in dilemma between fixating on or averting from it. / the overwhelming sense of your entire life having been permanently redefined, now split into before and after, with them and without. / but also the normalcy. the way strangers float around ordinarily, the world carrying on as it always would despite the irreversible change you've just suffered, the flipping of the axis on which your life turned. because for everyone else, an insignificant day has continued to be an insignificant day. but for you, it's a matter of relearning how to live. how to carry this unshoulderable boulder of grief with you time after time until you can once again experience a truly ordinary day unsaturated by any loss or grief

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Hello, I hope you are very well, I love your content, thank you very much for solving our existential doubts ❤️ 🥰 I wanted to ask you if at some point, haven't you thought that Madara hasn't had a child? Well we know that Hashirama had children but you don't know who he is. Don't you think that could be the case with Madara? Before Izuna's death she was a normal person (as far as possible) what do you think? remember to take care of yourself and drink water ❤️

Thank you darling to remind me of hydrating myself on this very hot topic!🔥

I think I've already answered it somewhere but it's still good to refresh my thoughts.

Yeah so basically there is two options:

1- We take Obito's words literally when he said that Madara was his ancestor, but his direct ancestor. And then Madara must have had a child at some point and considering he was the first born of the Uchiha leader and the life expectancy was short during the warring states era it's not crazy to imagine he had been married at a very young age like 16/17 years old. And he was already father in his early twenties. It's the easiest solution. But I don't like this answer I'll explain why.

2- Madara never had children. there is two main traits about him, the first his entire life up to Izuna's death was to protect his family and his clan. the second trait is that he's Hashirama's nemesis. Like a reverse mirror. and that something Kisimoto uses with many characters : Naruto/Obito (Hokage's life goal), Naruto/Gaara as sucessful and failed Jinshuriki. and obvioulsy Sasuke/Naruto. Sasuke choosing solitude and vengeance while Naruto staying with the village and keep believing in their friendship. And finally Ashura/ Indra. So this being said what is Hashirama? A shinobi who realised his dream and had everything in life : a wife he loved, a brother still alive, a village who adores him, a lineage by blood and a spiritual lineage through his students Hiruzen and Danzo, a philosophy "the will of fire" and the title of god of shinobi. It makes sense that in contrary Madara lost and/or abandon everything : his last brother he couldn't protect, the support of his clansmen, his choice to left the village and find his own way, and after the valley of the end he chose to live completely cut off from humanity. Like Indra he wanted to save the world alone and like Sasuke is cut all the links to his past life. And in my opinion (but that's just me) I can't imagine him leaving behind his child in konoha, and saying to Hashirama that he has nothing left to protect after Izuna's death and later that he hates having someone on his back ~meaning people following his path. So no it seeems to me Madara was written in the manga as the epitome of lone wolf. Then no wife, no children. no clan, no brother. no friends and finally no dream anymore. And for Obito he was saying ancestor in a general way. Him, Itachi and Sasuke may descent from Izuna rather than Madara which could make sense Izuna, Mikoto and Sasuke being carbon copy of each others.

But thanks God, fanfics and Headcanons exist and we can still dream anything we want for our King😏

[sailorgundam308]

BG3 introspection bit

This one isn't edgy or funny. I just feel like sharing, prompted by seeing how, indeed, BG3 is one of the greatest if not THE greatest pieces of entertainment we've got in a long while. But I know for so many people it turned out to be much more than just that. That includes me. To make a long story short, I've been living a full world away from my loved ones for almost a decade, in a place that is particularly hostile towards me. I'm here out of necessity and choice, since my other option happens to be worse. It's been shockingly lonely, until I grew used to the isolation. Still, I made do. I make do. Around a few years back, and especially last year, things took a turn for the much worse. I've spiraled into a very, very dark place, which in turn isolated me even more from other people - but also from myself.

Being so far away from familiarity and the things I love worn me down, and disconnected from who I am and what I enjoy. To the point I effectively stayed in a limbo, frozen in time, empty, for the past years. It's been way more scary than when I was obviously and loudly sad or depressed, because at least then I had energy to react in some way. As an artist by profession and by passion, it was even more concerning that I could not create ANYTHING - words, images, even concepts. My mind had been simply silent, dead. I quite literally spent the last 3-4 years just existing, going to my job like a mindless clockwork because otherwise I wouldn't be able to make rent and end up getting deported. I knew I was utterly and completely lost, and had no idea what I could grab onto to pull me out. It was as if I couldn't move - I did not really wanted to, somehow.

It happens to everyone, I think, that sometimes a seemingly random thing that you engage with unexpectedly becomes a sort of lifeline. It happened to me once before, during a complicated part of my teens. And now it seemed to have happened again because I decided to play Baldur's Gate 3. I mentioned before, I am a bit older and have played BG1 and BG2, and also DnD and the like. I've always been the nerdy artsy type, and it had always fueled my imagination and gave me energy to keep creating, keep moving, searching, growing.

It was really a struck of luck that I heard the news that BG3 was a thing. I was so isolated I did not engage with any piece of media anymore - I watched no news, no movies, no series, read no books. When I think about it, it's really scary how I felt absolutely nothing, how truly empty of any will to live I was. But it's been wild for a while now. I happened to be on 'vacation' when BG3 got released, and I was sucked into it like I was desperate. And I probably was. I needed anything to take me away from where I was, who (or the lack of) I had become. The game did just that. It's not a coincidence I put 750+ hours in it. I could not stand looking at my own circumstances and somehow I managed to finally escape anywhere else. While I recognize I went to the opposite extreme of (problematic) engagement, I also saw how my mind seeemed to switch on again after a while - as if I was reminded of how it used to be.

Ideas, cohesive thoughts, images, the unavoidable urge to move, to create something - all these things that made me ME started to come back.

I remembered how much I enjoyed fantasy, fiction, having ideas, organizing, planning, making things come true - how much just marking a paper with a pencil brings me joy. How my own mind can be rich and exciting, and how I have the skills to translate those impulses into reality. And that is what made me, all my life. It's hard to explain how I feel after 4 years not creating a single thing, having no impulse or creative idea and watching life pass in a haze, now I feel like I'm finally reconecting to something precious. My doctor even pointed it out, how it seems I'm finally waking up after years, coming out of whatever dark hole I've been in.

While it's been a short while, I'm very aware this is essentially a hyperfixation, but for someone who (even though I tried) could not feel anything towards anything for so long, this seems like a blessing. And I'm doing my best to make a stair out of it - use the momentum to branch out into other things I know I need and miss, the other things that have always been part of my life that I'd let go of.

I'm probably not the only one who clicked with this game, and it somehow pulled us out of strange, scary places. Even though it's a lot of projection on our part, people in such situations need something they relate to in order to project onto, to grab to float. Not everything works, it must be something special to the person at the right time. Lucky me that Baldur's Gate 3 happened when it did, the way it did, and that I was where I was.

I'm really, truly happy I stumbled onto the news of the game, for whatever reason took action to actually buy it, open and play it. When I did, I had no idea it would be the lifeline I'd grab onto. But it's been, and it meant so much to me. That's all of my sad introspective blurb. I have no way of explaining how thankful I feel to everyone who put this game together. While it wasn't the intention of the creators, BG3 gave me the push I so desperately needed and that nothing else had managed to.

I'd still be lost in a very dark place without it.

:')

[ri-sin-sin-shine]

Bred at First Sight: but it's chiasa to iyana

"Heya Iya~" The massive woman cooed, causing Iyana to turn around.

"Hello Chia-" She started, only to be put in pause. "...Where are your pants?"

"Whaddya mean?" She asked, clearly somewhat confused - the pup didn't even seem t obe aware of the body that was picking the small woman up and spreading her out above her massive, throbbing cock.

"W-What are you doing?" Iyana asked, rather panicked as she looked up at Chiasa. The pup, in return would look down, hair falling out of the way so they met eye to eye.

"I'm just giving a friend a warm hug~" a warm hug? a warm hug...a warm..hug...huggg... Iyana's mind seemed to relax into those shifting golden eyes, like watching a hearthfire....

If its just a warm hug, there's nothing wrong with that, right? This hug felt...different than usual though. So...fulling, so warm: from the inside out. And...pleasant? A pleasure that seeemed to be building.

PLAPPLAPPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP-

Iyana didn't konw that it was about to get alot warmer very soon.

[alreadydead23]

The fact that you thought I was making a big deal out of google search had me laughing 😆

And wondering how I saw that even worst. Transparency.

I felt like there was nothing to be transparent of tbh

I think you just wanted to know so you can look out for your self and hide things better

Why do you be transparent af as well

I don’t know how I’m ever going to trust you again

Doesn’t seeem like we’re building trust

I’m not asking you anymore

I’m looking sneaking around your phone

I care. I care very much

But I also care for my peace

But at the same time I don’t care much anymore

If you wana look at other girls

Fine

Know I’m not want you want has been accepted

A person that knows what they want, won’t hurt the other person. They’ll protect them at all cost

I was protected. I was hurt

I’m still hurting and I’ll forever have this hurt in me

But I’m just focusing on making you happy.

I want you to be the happiest

And the best version of your self

I care about you

Too much

That way when I’m not here anymore, you’d know that you are in a good place

[videostak]

idk why but realized today that nothing was stopping me from wearing skinny jeans that make my butt look nice so i wore some and went to the thrift but am just tooo tireed like also it was busy cause its saturday and LOL i think i saw some1 i talked to on grindr like 2 years ago lolol like we were literally gonna meetup and fuck but he just eended up like not responding then responded after and said he was busy and was sorry but i ended up deleting grindr b4 we could make anymore plans but liiike i was also too nervous cause he had seen me walking around b4 and seeemed rly smitten w/ me and rly wanted me so the suspense got me too nervous and i deleted the app but like im p suuuure it was him cause i had asked him what kind of car he had and im that color of car and brand was in the parking lot :O tho also wasnt like a crazy random type of car so it couldve legit been any1. and since its been like two years im not eeeveen sure it was him for sure like it looked like him and he was staring at me p like intensely but was in line so like u kno was just standing in line while i was leaving. but i was like uhhhh lol ive been craving dick a lot lately so like was kinda hoping he'd approach me lol T-T

[ashes-writing-corner]

In the Heart of Winter

Chapter 5

The wait felt like neverending torture. Three days of anticipation, fear, and anxiety felt like three centuries. Time itself seeemed to slow, almost as though it pitied Siobhan. Or perhaps it wanted to make the wait feel as long as possible. Every passing hour, the princess seemed to uncover a new curse for it.

Plaso was in full excitement mode, as the citizens were anticipating the arrival of the two Seiya heirs and the departure of the two younger Lorcains. Word had spread about Frost taking over Zaigary, and Iorera with it, like wildfire. Some were fearful, a lot were angry, refusing to to acknowledge a dragon as the future king. The calls to arms within the last three days alone had been loud and numerous. Neassa of course tried her best to calm the citizens, sending word that, as problematic as it was, the dragon's blood was approved. There was nothing that could be done, at least not for the time being.

Akio and Rika arrived on the morning of that third day, close to around dawn. The Lorcains were already awake and ready for their arrival, quarters and other living arrangements settled for them. Neassa stood in front of her children to greet them as the House Seiya carriages rolled in. Daimon had come with them, partly to make sure they made it, and partly to confirm with Neassa the plan they made. Siobhan couldn't bring herself to look at the spring lord, but felt his ever piercing eye on her.

"Plaso welcomes you, King Daimon of the royal house Seiya, and of course Prince Akio and Princess Rika" Neassa welcomed them with formality.

The trio of spring royals bowed, and Neassa did in kind. Upon standing, the lord of spring came over to shake her hand. He leaned over to whisper something in the queen's ear, something Siobhan couldn't quite pick up. Neassa nodded and moved to address Akio and Rika once again.

"Quarters have been set aside for the both of you. We're more than excited for you to join our family" the veiled queen told them.

"And we're honored to be received by you and your family, your grace" Akio replied in a pleasant, formal tone.

They all bowed and the siblings went inside with their betrothals as well as the few servants that came with them. It was so that they still had some parts of their home kingdom with them as they adjusted to their new home. Siobhan and Seoras were left with the lord of spring and their mother. Neassa smiled pleasantly as she looked at her youngest.

"Wait inside in the great hall my dear. Soon it will be time for you to begin your own journey".

"Yeah, but when's king dragon breath gonna show up?! Don't wanna miss Siobhan leaving" Ronan replied.

"I believe he'll be coming last" Neassa shook her head, "Please go inside, as your sister, king Daimon, and I have something important to discuss".

"Whatever his lordship has to say, he can say in front of my brother" Siobhan objected.

"He's engaged to the younger Nevrakis girl. This has nothing to do with him" Daimon looked at her.

"I'd rather have a witness for this discussion, if it's about what I think it is. I'll let Siomon in on the details later".

"He'll throw our entire plans off-"

"My brother is half mute" Siobhan fought back, "And loyal to his family. Anything you, my lord, have to say can be said in front of him".

Daimon flicked his gaze to Neassa. "Have you never taught your daughter to hold her tongue?"

Neassa raised a brow. "Many a time, your grace. Seoras, by order of the queen, please go inside".

"Ah pullin' rank huh...that's low" Ronan said but Seoras turned to go inside.

When he was gone, Siobhan turned to Daimon. "Hold my tongue? This is not your kingdom, sir, where women are mostly seen and not heard. I am to be your queen!"

"And you are to be my daughter by law with my son as your king. If you were my daughter by blood, your head would be banged against one of those trees until it was soft like one of your precious boiled apples-"

"Threaten my daughter again and the plot is off sir" Neassa glared, "You will show proper respect for the future queen".

"Respect is given, your majesty, once it's earned. Not simply by title".

"The same could be said for you, sir" Siobhan replied before her mother could object.

"Enough!" Neassa looked at her sharply, "Now you wanted to discuss something involving the plot".

Daimon sighed. "These are...unprecedented times, my queen. Due to this whole dragon situation, I believe changes are in order".

Neassa looked at the spring lord with concern. "Changes, my lord?"

Daimon nodded. "Yes major changes. I believe the House Accords should be changed to better suit these times".

"Changes to the House Accords must be discussed among the four heads of the houses. Whatever you propose I can't approve of alone".

"I understand, but I would appreciate it if you were simply to hear me".

Siobhan stayed quiet. She had a feeling she knew where this discussion was going. Neassa did too, but needed confirmation.

"Go on" the queen said.

"I wish for my son to be on equal footing with your daughter when they wed. Although he would be her grace's second husband, from what I understand, her marriage to the dragon will not be validated without consummation-"

"Who says that won't happen?" Siobhan spoke out, "What better time to slay him than when the deed is done?".

Daimon went almost slack jawed. "You're not serious. You'd give your maidenhead to a monster before my son?!"

Siobhan shrugged a shoulder. "If it means to keep your son in his rightful place AND uphold the House Accords, I'd call that a victory rather than a total loss. Especially given the rumors of your son's...outside activities".

"Only hideous rumors and slander, your grace. My son is a good man and would be a good king to stand at your side" Daimon argued.

Siobhan looked doubtful. "We'll see about that I suppose".

Daimon glared. "I can assure you, he'll be an ideal husband, better suited for you then some wretched beast".

"As I said my lord, we shall see...".

"I will discuss it with King Demetrius. I'm quite cetain he'll see your logic behind this" Neassa stepped in to take the conversation back, "I'm sure were he in either of our positions he'd want the same".

"He doesn't tend to think with his mind. His wife seems to do all the thinking for him, that damn fool" Daimon nearly spat.

"At least he loves his wife" Siobhan said before she could fully think it through.

Daimon glared at her and the Autumn Princess raised a brow as she looked back at him. Neassa felt as though she was caught between two warring factions.

Daimon huffed after a moment. "May the ancestors make me forget you made such a comment, princess. You already know what your fate would be were you my daughter".

"Then I will thank whatever higher powers there are that I am not...and maybe send prayrers of protection for the ones you do have".

**********

"You're not married to a dragon and you're already roasting folks. I'm so proud" Ronan comented when Siobhan told him and Seoras.

Siobhan gave a little shrug. "He deserved it. I don't take disrespect".

"He wants you...to marry Motoaki?" Seoras cocked his head.

His sister nodded. "Unfortunately".

"Are you going to?"

Siobhan sighed. "I don't know. I don't want to, but my only other option is to stay married to Frost".

"What about Siomon?"

Siobhan went a bit quiet. "Maybe in a better world...".

"And what's wrong with our world?" Ronan asked.

"Lots of things" Siobhan answered pointedly.

Siomon stepped into the hall with a packed bag. Siobhan hoped that he hadn't heard anything. He had a look of concern with a hint of sadness. Siobhan sighed lightly.

"Are you ready?" she asked him.

Siomon nodded. "I don't need a lot so I'm ready as soon as he comes".

"What if Frost tells you no to coming with?" Ronan asked.

"I'll find a way up there" Siomon asked, "Somehow or other".

"What about the Reapers?" Seoras looked at him.

Siomon looked uncertain. "I'll find a way. I'm not about to let her grace go alone".

Seoras smiled a little and shook his head. The man was hopeless. The prince was young but he was by no means stupid or entirely oblivious. Nobody survived the Reapers when they attacked. Still he found Siomon's dedication admirable.

A servant came in and looked at the young prince. "Your grace, the king and queen of Thilux are here with Princess Reah".

They all looked at each other before Seoras stood. Siobhan struggled to fight back tears as she and Siomon followed him out to the courtyard. Outside were the rest of the Lorcain family as well as one of the luxurious carriages of House Nevrakis. Neassa held an envelope in her hands. The queen turned to her son, tears in her eyes.

"Your time has come, my sweet boy" She put her hands on his shoulders, "Just know that no matter what happens, you will have a very proud mother".

Seoras bowed his head. "Thank you, mother".

"Your father wrote this before he passed" Neassa handed him an envelope "He wrote letters for each of his children to read on the night of their wedding. He didn't know if you'd be a boy or a girl, so I imagine that there may be a lot of speculation in it, but I know that papa is very proud of you. You and Reah will be very happy and strong together".

The prince took it with a soft, grateful smile. "Thank you. I...I'll read it. The night of...I promise".

Maia and Demetrius had stepped out to help bring his stuff to the carriage. The summer royals didn't want to interrupt the moment. Maia held a sweet smile, adoring the prince's interactions with his family.

Aislinn came over and hugged her brother. "You'll love Thilux, I know it. As sure as I know I love you, little brother. Even if I find your little be-Construct" Aislinn caught herself, "annoying, I'll miss hearing or seeing you both".

"Hey! Not a beast! But...I guess we'll miss you too" Ronan said, his tiny shoulders slumping a bit.

"We will...I love you, Aislinn" Seoras let her go before Seoc came over.

His older brother took his arm and the pair knocked shoulders. "You're gonna thrive. Reah's a sweet girl from what I can tell".

"You think so?"

"I know so. Good luck out there little brother. Ronan, keep an eye out for him".

"Well I don't exactly have eyes, but I'll keep one lit for him" Ronan grinned.

Seoras smiled. "Thank you".

The two let go and Siobhan couldn't hold back tears as she and her brother hugged. Seoras patted her back.

"You're going to be an amazing queen. I promise you".

"I hope so...I'm just glad that...that you'll be okay".

"You will be too".

"How do you know?" Siobhan asked.

"Brotherly instinct" Seoras answered and released her.

"Hey...you stay outta trouble missy" Ronan told her.

Siobhan chuckled a little and sniffed. "Or...I could get into enough trouble for all of us?"

The jack-o-lantern construct looked thoughtful. "Hm...Okay I think I can agree to that. For once, I won't be the one causing problems".

Seoras shook his head and turned to Maia and Demetrius. "I'm ready".

Neassa struggled not to sob as her youngest went into the carriage. Maia approached the queen and offered a hug, which was gratefully accepted. Neassa took a shaking breath and handed the summer queen another envelope.

"Please make sure he's okay. In this...I have a message for yours and your husband's eyes only. Read it well, once you've returned to Bellesea Palace".

Maia carefully took it. "I swear on both accounts it will be done. Thilux will be good to him" Maia nodded, "Stay strong, your grace".

The two queens released one another as she looked at Demetrius. Neassa bowed her head to the summer king, who did the same for her in kind. The royals soon re-entered their carriage and began to roll away as Neassa couldn't hold herself together anymore. She nearly collapsed before Seoc caught her and hugged her close. Seeing their mother so torn apart, the girls also hugged the queen. They didn't always agree, but they all loved Seoras.

Siomon felt like the odd one out, but he wasn't a part of the royal family. He could only imagine how hard it was for the queen to let her youngest go. The only time he had seen something close to it was when he watched his father go to war alongside the king.

**********

Frost would be coming soon, coming after everyone else had come and gone. Siobhan was a nervous wreck, pacing the great hall. Siomon stayed close by to support the pricness, trying to ease her anxiety. Siobhan coudn't be calmed as she felt it was difficult to even breathe. Neassa stood from her chair and took her hand.

"Siobhan...I promise you, it'll be just fine-".

"Mother, stop. If anyone would've just listened to me, none of this would be happening" Siobhan fought back, her tone sharp.

"We talked about this. Our freedom isn't free, my dear. It never has been".

"A price that, may I say again, you are not paying!"

"Not paying?! I lost my husband. I've now lost my son, and now I'm losing you! Don't tell me I'm not paying for it. Me and all the leaders that send their children away are paying. It is a price that one day your own grandchildren may have to pay".

"Not unless it changes..." Siobhan sighed.

The queen opened her mouth to speak but the argument was cut short as Frost flew down to the Sella Keep courtyard with his wyverns. The trio landed and Frost shifted to his human like form as Neassa, Siobhan, and Siomon made their way out. Aislinn and Seoc followed behind them. Siobhan felt her legs almost give out from her nervousness radiating off of her.

Frost seemed to pick up on it as he looked down at her. "Are you alright?"

The princess nodded. "As well as I can be in all of this".

Neassa approached the winter king. "My daughter won't be coming to you alone".

Frost raised a brow. "Excuse you?"

Siomon stepped forward. "I'm coming with her grace".

The dragon growled low in his throat. "And who are you?"

"Siomon Robason, your majesty. I'm a friend of the future queen".

"You're not a part of this. You're to stay by order of the future king".

Neassa raised a brow. So he was pulling rank now? Well then...

"By order of the queen, Siomon Robason is permitted to accompany Princess Siobhan and serve as her advisor and companion".

Frost snarled. "You can't be serious...".

"Completely" Neassa smirked a little.

Siobhan stifled the urge to laugh. At least her mother had her back somewhat. Presently, Frost calmed himself.

"Very well. I will not debate this for now. The hour is getting late and we need to get going. Catalina, Cosmina...decide between you which of you shall take Lord Robason to Zaigary. I'll take princess Siobhan myself" Frost shifted to his dragon form, offering a large claw.

Siobhan turned to her mother, her stomach sinking. Neassa hugged her daughter tightly, even though Siobhan didn't return it.

"You can do this. I know it".

Siobhan nodded. "I'll try".

Aislinn hugged her too. "I meant it, you're going to be amazing as queen".

Siobhan found herself hugging her sister back. "So will you. Elisal couldn't ask for better".

The sisters released each other and Seoc cam over and hugged her too. "I believe inyou. Don't be afraid".

"I'm not afraid" She told him, but it wasn't entirely truthful.

Seoc gave a half hearted smile. "I love you, Siobhan".

"I love you too Seoc. Watch your back".

"Same with you".

One of the ice wyverns, Cosmina, held Siomon in one of her claws while her twin, Catalina, held their stuff. Siobhan was appalled.

"He should be on her back!" Siobhan looked at Frost.

"My wyverns aren't your mounts. Come, we need to leave. On my claw...now".

"I'm not to go on your back?"

He snarled. "I'm not your mount either".

The princess sighed. "Well aren't you sweet...". She climbed on to his claw and he closed her in.

"Keep talking and I may leave your friend to the reapers".

Frost spread his wings and took off. Chilled from the dragon's claws and the cold air, Siobhan trembled. She hadn't expected everything to be so cold, but it made sense. It got harder to breathe as Frost and the wyverns went higher. The air was rather thin and Siobhan felt a distinct pain in her ears.

The princess closed her eyes and calmed her racing heart. Siobhan took a deep breath, slowing her breathing. She could handle this, she was aerokinetic.

Autumn elves weren't exactly suited to fly, but with their control over wind and air, they could handle it to an extent. Of course, she could control and glide under certain air pressures, but that had to be done at her own pace. Frost had ascended far too quickly for her to keep up and thus the air had thinned too far out. Her powers were of some help but hardly any. The dragon took notice and flew a little lower so the elf princess could breathe. Frost peered down at her.

"I forgot that your people aren't entirely suitable for flight. My apologies".

Well, at least he was sorry, even if Siobhan didn't entirely believe it. She made herself as comfortable as she could in Frost's claws and closed her eyes, hoping this was all nothing more than a terrible dream

**********

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[expirydateofficial]

Y'know what, that is true, even though there were moments where I felt "betrayed" by friends when it was really nothing, Chikn was still definitely in the wrong for doing all that,

although I wouldn't say that Chee was being that good of a friend either because her responses were kinda cold to Chikn but that is still no excuse to do what he did.

And it does seeem kinda weird that he suddenly shifted from existential crisis and "my friends betrayed me" to "my only purpose is meaningless destruction of everything". It's sort of out-of-character for him tbh, and y'know, he never really did anything tooo scary anyways, and all that build-up... when it was just over in a few shorts with some talking and a purple looking ball and THATSS IT????

Also, yeaah!! No matter how stunningly gorgeous and impeccably hypnotising Bezel is, an asshole is an asshole, even the most beautiful asshole is still one and it was really off when they just push the blame to Chee and forgave the manipulator

I really like your headcanons for Cori and totally agree with them!

And if you don’t mind my asking, what did you dislike about the recent episodes of Chikn Nuggit? Because personally I dislike a lot of it too…the whole shift to lore has been kind of jarring for me and I also think things were resolved too easily.

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH, THAT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY!

& OMG THANK YOU FOR ASKING because god i've been pissed. with one episode they made me hate that stupid yellow dog

HERE'S THE THING, RIGHT. i don't even mind the shift from slapstick shenanigans in youtube short format to something that illustrates a bit more lore. in FACT, i thought the way they were going about it was very interesting! having chikn realize his ultimate power & being due to a moment of vulnerability & having been manipulated some by bezel therein,

however,

this is all cheezborger's fault. for some fucking stupid reason

LET'S BACK UP A MINUTE. cheezborger got the girl! she's all excited about it & prioritizing her girlfriend above all, as i think we all do when we're excited; we make whatever we're excited our entire worldview for a bit, it happens!

chikn, at least from my perspective, sees this - sees that all of his friends are busy doing stuff without him or have their " significant other " where he does not - with cheezborger, his best most important friend, caught up in the moment, & he feels left out. he feels like a " third wheel " &- with all of his friends occupied with something or someone else, he's all alone & feels bad. i've been there a few times, i get it. in that moment of vulnerability does bezel take advantage & PUSH chikn to realize his power & potential, to control his friends or control the world & make things how he wants them to be.

suddenly the plot goes from " chikn suffering from third wheel grief " to " chikn coming to terms with the fact that he's a god & his powers have unintendedly warped his friends. we're taking all the nonsense seriously suddenly " okay. interesting. so chikn ascends to god form & starts fucking up the whole world because he believes that's what he's MEANT to do. the conclusion of his spiraling is realizing that he was meant to cause chaos & rip apart the world? ok. i think we jumped a bit far, how & when did he decide that

now we're leaning really hard into the ' i have to do this because it's my DESTINY ' trope. okay. did you come to this conclusion after deciding you don't need your friends? or realizing that you're the god of everything & therefore such menial things don't matter? did bezel coach you more than we see through the shorts? i don't remember there being an episode dedicated to chikn's sudden snap of character, thus we just never find out where that leap in logic came from.

so the world's ending but fwench fwy & iscream manage to trap chikn for 5 seconds. chee intervenes & tries to get through to him, despite all his bullshit ramblings of " go away i'm a god this is my destiny, " this WORKS. chee pulls him from his divine spiral & all's fine now.

except chikn, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE MIND YOU - NOT IN PRIVATE, blames cheezborger for it. he's like " you ditched me & that wasn't very nice, you need to make time for all your friends "

LIKE OH OKAY. BUZZFEED YOU JUST KILLED THE VIBE.

cheezborger's excitement for her new girlfriend might have been the tipping point & the technical catalyst of this all, but not at any fault of her own. she did not do this maliciously or purposefully & i hate the way chikn says she " ditched " him. no she did not you horrible mutt she politely declined your offers to hang out because she was busy with her girlfriend, & YES IT CAN BE UPSETTING WHEN YOUR FRIEND CAN'T HANG WITH YOU BECAUSE THEY GET CAUGHT UP IN SOMETHING THEY LIKE, BUT SHE DID NOT DITCH OR ABANDON YOU SHE JUST GOT BUSYYYY

it's circumstances. chee didn't do anything " wrong ", things just happened & chikn couldn't take being apart from his friend or not having what all his other friends had & downspiralled + got manipulated by bezel.

chee gets called out in PUBLIC for " ditching " chikn when she really didn't & this is turned into a big lesson about " managing all your friends " ( kiss my ass buzzfeed your usual social lessons aren't going to fly with this one ), in essence blaming chee for the apocalypse despite the initial start of the arc having gone unaddressed since the beginning.

OH & GET THIS, we blame chee for being excited but bezel, THE ONE PUSHING FOR TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD & ACTIVELY MANIPULATING CHIKN TO DO IT, gets a literal slap on the wrist chikn nor anybody else calls him out for being a gigantic prick, he's just like " i fowgive u let's be fwiends " & we leave it at that apparently. are you fucking for real. that straight up smells misogynistic & straight up shitty regardless. this COMING from the stupid little youtube shorts series all about validating everyone & equality & being kind to people too just feels a PARTICULAR kind of rancid.

& yeah whatever it's a rinkydink silly buzzfeed show where every character is named some woobified or joke rendition of a food product ( chikn nuggit, cheezborger, fwench fwy - so on ), BUT I FEEL LIKE THEY WERE DOING A VALUABLE SERVICE & DOING PRETTY GOOD FOR BEING A RINKYDINK SILLY YOUTUBE SHORTS SERIES !!!!! they had such good intentions & good lessons in mind...

& then this happens. it just puts SUCH a bad taste in my mouth now, you know? & it's honest to god so disappointing! & INFURIATING

that ending was a total BUST & relaying it back now, THE PLOT OF THAT ARC IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. it can't at all decide what the point of itself was & ended SO poorly. i'll forgive the pacing because this is a youtube shorts series MEANT to be done relatively quickly & chikn nuggit isn't necessarily a show you're going to expect a masterpiece of, right. it's endearingly imperfect

but god that ending. this entire arc. fuck it all man fuck that dog

oh wow i wrote down a lot but YEAH. VERY UPSETTING. hopefully this was an entertaining read or i just look insane to my friends

THANK YOU FOR ASKING! been LOOKING for an excuse to be upset on main

[kmp78]

Please don’t attack me, she’s absolutely gorgeous in every picture you posted but I think she did blepharoplasty. She used to have a more heavy look and now it’s more open. You can also see it in other pictures from when she was younger. I have nothing against her and I’m not a surgeon but it’s just what I see. She was a bit different. If you go to the archives of your blog you’ll see that you used to say exactly the same thing.

You are absolutely correct anon!! We all can see it. She did more i could link you to videos of her early days she is different. Let K cry and yell in protest. Anyway she became imo the most gorgeous woman in Hollywood. She is just perfect

Seeems to be like YOU're the one crying and yelling. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Meanwhile very few people get a nosejob that makes their nose BIGGER and then SMALLER and then BIGGER again. 🤷🏼‍♀️

One might... almost think... it's all merely...

PHOTOGRAPHIC TRICKERY. 🤯

[arc-misadventures]

Plights of a Sucubus

Cinder Fall, a sucubus with nearly two centuries under her demonic wings sat at the lunch table after the ending of the Sucubus’s Monthly meeting. A meeting where the Sucubus reported on their activities, and how well they were gathering, ‘Pleasure’ from the prey.

Cinder was an expert in the, Art of Pleasure, her vast skills, and experiences, gave her a wealth of knowledge to draw upon. She knew how to snatch her prey with the easiest of body movements, the softs of words, and the mastery of bodily pleasure. However, as of late, things were not going how she planned it, and as she idly picked at the meal before her, she struggled to find out, why. She mused upon her thoughts until they were interrupted by the return of a dear friend of hers.

Emerald: Hey, Cinder~!

Cinder: Oh, hello Emerald; How are you?

Emerald: Not as well as you seeem to be doing, Pretty Lady~!

Cinder: Beg pardon?

Emerald: You won, Seductress of the Month! Good going girl!

Cinder: Oh, that was nothing…

: Nothing?! That was nothing?!

Cinder’s gaze turn to her left to see her friend, Coco set next to her, bumping her shoulder with hers as she sat next to her. A vicious, and lustful smile across her face.

Coco: I just barely won second place over, Neo, but you had double what both of us had combined! Who, and what did you bang to get a score like that!

Cinder: N-No one… I haven’t done anything like that…

CE: …?

Emerald: What?!

Coco: Bullshit! There’s no way you’ve earned a score like that without banging someone!

Emerald: Even if you wrote erotic stories like Blake does, you wouldn’t earn those kind of points! The hell do you mean you haven’t done it?!

Coco: Spill the dish girl, or else!

Cinder: Or, else what…?

Coco: Or, else one of us will take them from you!

Emerald: Ohh~! No doesn’t that sound like fun~!

Cinder: You know it’s against the rules to steal another’s prey… You sure you want to suffer the consequences of those actions…?

Emerald: You said you have slept with them, that means they’re free game~!

Cinder: Actually, that means he isn’t, ‘free game.’

Coco: He?

Emerald: And, who says he isn’t?

: The rules for one.

Emerald: Grk?!

Coco: Oh shit…

An older, more mature, and vastly more experience in the art of seduction Sucubus stood behind the trio, Her emerald eyes staring them down, challenging them to dare speak up, and learn why she, Glynda Goodwitch was called, ‘The Disciplinarian.’

Glynda: Although nothing sexual has happened between a Sucubus, and her query. It is still forbidden to steal them away. Considering a game of cat, and mouse, the constant teasing, the indirect flirting can be quite, fulfilling unto itself. Is that perhaps what you are doing, Ms. Fall?

Coco: Are you interested in her prey too, Glyn?

Glynda: Who isn’t? With a score that great, with just one man, what could you two have possibly be doing? And, who for that matter~?

Cinder: I… I found a pure soul…

Emerald: WHAT?!

Coco: No way?!

Glynda: Really? You found a pure soul, how?!

Cinder: I just stumbled upon him… I was just looking around, trying to find my next mark, and I… Just found him…

: You just found a pure soul? Damn, aren’t you a lucky lady~!

Hair as black as coal, with wings of a raven, eyes as red as blood, and a body as luscious, and as succulent as a cool glass of water in a scorching dessert. With a full, and well endowed body to match it, such was the body of, Raven Branwen, The Bandit.

Raven: So, how was he, no doubt some stuttering blushing virgin!

Cinder: We… We haven’t done anything…

Raven: Nothing? You’re kidding right?

Cinder: We haven’t even kissed…

Raven: The fuck are you doing then?!

Cinder: Well… I found him, and I realized it was a pure soul I naturally freaked out. I mean its a pure soul, how else am I supposed to react? So, I enter his apartment through the open window, I sneak up behind him, and give him the whole works! I’m radiating my full Sucubus radiance! The wings the floating hair, the luscious lips, the thic thighs, swaying, and bouncing breasts! Everything! If I’m going to get this guy, I have to give it my all.

Glynda: As should be done.

Raven: You find a pure soul, you pull all the stops to claim it!

Cinder: And, I was more then willing to do so~! He turned to face me, he screamed a little as he backed into the wall, but I had him just where I wanted him~! His voice is a stuttering mess as he asks who am I, and I respond, “Ny name is, Cinder Fall, I am a Sucubus, and for tonight, I am yours’s to do what ever, and however you please~!”

Emerald: Rather forward don’t you think?

Coco: No, you marked him as a shy virgin didn’t you?

Cinder: Yes I did. Which he still is…

Coco: Ahh yes… You see Emerald, with virgins its better to use a more straight forward approach: The imbeciles start thinking for with their bits, then their brains, so its easier to seduce them.

Cinder: To which he didn’t think with those…

Raven: But, your score?

Cinder: Haa… It took him about five minutes to stop freaking out. Which was understandable, after all I did sneak up on him. To calm his nerves, a bit… I moved closer to him, and cusped his cheek in my hand, and huskily whispered him not to worry, everything is fine because mommy was here~! He finally calmed down, and then proceeded to have a small panic attack since I was a succubus after all.

Raven: Makes sense, I’ve had dozens of marks faint because I just showed up… I’ve also had marks who have fainted during the ‘fun part…’

Coco: Buzz kills that lot is… What happened next, Cindy?

Cinder: Well, I then explained who, and what I was, and told him I could be anything I wanted me to be, and that we could do anything he wanted to do. He then quietly whispered: “Anything?” In a shy whisper, I smiled luscious as I simply replied, “Anything~!” And then…

Emerald: Then…?

Coco: Then what happen…?

Cinder: Thenweplayedvideogames…

Emerald: What was that?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: Would you please speak up, Cinder?

Cinder: Haaa…

Raven: Speak up girl!

Cinder: WE PLAYED A VIDEOGAME!!!

Emerald: Eh?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: A videogame?

: What kind of game?

Raven: What does that have to do with anything?

: It has to do with everything my dear~!

Cinder looked up to see a pair of familiar cat ears with golden studs pierced into them. Amber eyes, stared her down as a large juicy rump wiggled from side to side as she pressed her heavy bosom onto the table. All the while the cat smiled her monicker smile of a seductress often referred to the, ‘Milf Next Door.’ Kali Belladonna.

Kali: You two could have been playing one of those naughty video games from, Mistral. Was it that dear, I know my dear, Blakey loves those games, but did you?

Cinder: We didn’t play that… We play a game called, Grimm Party 12…

Coco: Wait, that silly kids party game?! You played that?!

Cinder: Ya… You see, Jaune… T-That’s his name, doesn’t have any friends to play it with so he’s been playing against the bots, and hasn’t found that to be that much fun to play against. So he wanted to play against a real person instead.

Emerald: So you played against him?

Cinder: Yes! But, there was a catch to it all; If I win, we would do anything I wanted to do. To which he agreed to. So then we started to play, and I lost?!

Kali: You lost?

Cinder: Horribly!!! I got last place to the bots that were set on easy mode?! I then challenged him to another game, and I lost that one too?!

Raven: How many times did you lose to him?

Cinder: Six times?! But, I was close, so close on that last one… GrrrRRRR!

Raven: You played against him six times?

Cinder: I refused to accept defeat! But, after the sixth game he had enough for the day, and called it quits. Cheeky bugger…

Emerald: What happened next, did you seduce him then?

Cinder: No, I was so furious from losing so much even I couldn’t get into the mood?!

Glynda: Hasn’t that happened to you before, Raven?

Raven: We don’t talk about that…

Kali: Fuu-fuu-fuu~! Spoil sport~!

Cinder: He then said because he won so much that he get to decided what we should do. And, I was about to celebrate, I was finally going to score with this blond boy at long last! And…?!

Glynda: And?

Cinder: Haa… He invited me to come again tomorrow to play again…

Raven: Oh, that the look of a blued ball Sucubus…

Emerald: That can happen to use?!

Cinder: So I came back the next day, and I lost again! So he invited me to come again tomorrow, and I lost again?! Then he invited me to come by later the next day, because he had work first thing in the morning! And, then… Then the worst thing of all happened…

Coco: You found out he was gay…?

Emerald: You weren’t his type?

Kali: That he preferred Milfs~?

Cinder: No… He got tired of playing, Grimm Party 12… So we played Grimm Cart 12 instead…

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To be Continued

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Rick dragged Vega to a reserved corner as her emotions started to change, so they could have some privacy, to avoid any coflict, to stop things from going south.

The rage in her...it was so intense. He felt it, deep down. His chest hurt. Only if she knew how much he had suffered all those years, trying to escape and failing each time- how many times he considered taking his own life, how his amputated wrist still hurted sometimes, against the metal prosthetic.

"Vega, you need to listen- I couldn't escape- I tried, I really did." His voice was serious, worried and so close go breaking while seeing her like that, spitting anger.

"The only reason I stayed alive was for this. Listen to me, just listent to me for one second!"

Rick started to worry as Vega's reaction intensified, the way she moved her wrists, the way the metal of the cuffs were pressing her skin, he didn't want her to get hurt. He took a deep breath, starting to get angry and heartbroken as he listened to her words. Finally, he looked deeply into her eyes, his own so severe and frustrated.

"It's not like that. I'm not one of them." His lips tensed, nervous. "I was a prisoner there, for months. I was forced to join the military, and...if I became someone important, when the CRM decided to expand...at least I could spare those dear to me. That was the deal. They would come here either way. But to kill...or worse. With me here, all of us can be part of the Civic Republic and survive."

If only she knew the pain he felt every single day, all those years. How much effort he put at trying to reach her. And...how happy he was to see her again. Tears escaped his eyes, he wanted to hug her so badly, but he felt she would spit hate, and hate, and more hate.

Those years Rick lived in her community, he learned he could fall in love again, even after he had lost all faith in it. Oh, how he loved her, and the way they teased each other and helped the community grow. How he loved those years- after all the tragedy in his life, in that broken world, he had been happy by Vega's side. Those sunsets after a day of work, by a fireplace, drinking something warm in winter and something fresh in summer. The late nights indoors, organizing things, crafting, planning the development of the place. The times they explored new areas, brought new animals, scavenged supermarkets, took naps inside their supply truck late at night inside their safe walls, while they organized what they had found. All that made so much sense. And all that made him cry.

Before he realized, he was covering his lips with his wrist, trying to hold back tears, failing, almost sobbing. Slowly he looked away, shook his head, closed his eyes for some seconds, took a deep breath, the energy he had in his eyes...dying. After seeing Vega's face, he became sure she would never forgive him, never understand him and probably would end up slicing his throat when she had the chance. And he would let her, as his goal would've already be completed as everyone would be safe anyway. The only thing that still kept Rick going was to save her and their people. Maybe the hope of having those days with her again, chilling by the sunset, failing to hunt every single deer he ever tried to get, falling from trees like an asshole while trying to impress her (and he still was terrified of climbing trees)- just being the clumsy determined asshole he used to be- he hated how those days had been stolen from him- from them.

He was sure those days would never come back, ironically now not because the CRM wouldn't allow, but because Vega seemed to feel nothing but hate. She regretted trusting him...that hurt in his chest, hard.

"Just cooperate....that's all I ask of you." His voice seeemed so sad. "They won't harm anyone...you should all become citizens soon. They have...an entire city, Vega. Life inside those walls...seem just like....life used to be before the outbreak- no walkers...society....stores...everything. And believe me when I say...even so I'd rather just be here with you all those years."

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@rickgrimesdoingrickthings from here!

"Trust you?"

Spit adorned her lips like a rage-spike crown. Vega paced, and paced, and felt the snakes in her chest constrict.

"How the fuck can I trust you?"

"You-- you fucking vanish on me for six! Years! And then you lead these skitstövlar," this was where the saliva cast out, from her mouth to his face, "To my people?"

She'd nearly killed Khan for less. Her heart shatterings were falling through her chest like glass. That shine in his eyes-- she would have seen it if rage and grief weren't overtaking her. If she could See with that jade rather than cut with it.

"I did trust you, Rick, I fucking, I..."

loved you.

But there's no out that she can see. Nothing to help them. The cuffs cut into her wrists like teeth. Any resistance meant death to her people.

Her own lip trembled. She'd hit him before kissing him, but hell if she didn't want to do both.

"Just keep them safe. I'll do whatever I have to to keep them safe. At least promise me that."