#OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD . GOD . GOD OKAY

[bugflies00]

HELLO????????

[boygirlctommy]

oh fuck ok i rewatched the bit where they wake up. i didnt realize wht the intelligence check was for ToT CHIBOOOOOOO

[thatstoomanysausages]

I think this game knows the Life Series 😟 (Tomodachi Life):

- Surprise, surprise, guess who’s had another fight😯😯😯

- GRIAN

- with Martyn

- As usual food was the de-stressor

- Specifically lasagna

- All solved. Who is surprised.

- Etho and Martyn friendship‼️

- SKIZZ IN LOVE

- IN LVOE

- JOE YES

- Confession in a classroom

- HE DIDNT SHOW UP

- OH MY GOD

- Joe has done this twice now‼️‼️‼️

- Skizz and Tango (besties) can bond even more over being ghosted by Joe

- I gave Skizz a gummy candy and he danced around the fucking room😭😭😭

- It cured his depression so quick, I fuck you not

- Joe: “I think me and Ella are friends, what do you think about me and Ella?”

- For context, Ella is the child of Ren and Pearl and I think 15‼️

- I’m rlly hoping he does not mean ROMANTIC

- Okay she’s a child so I don’t think it can physically happen👍👍👍👍👍

- X: “I think Mumbo needs a special someone. What do you think about setting him up with Martyn?”

- ARE YOU FUCKINF KIDDING ME

- AHASBANDS OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT IS CANON????????

- Martyn’s in a fucking ball gown😭😭

- IT WORKED

- OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

- CANONNNNNNNN

- ITS OFFICIAL MUMBOS GOT A SPECIAL SOMEONE‼️‼️‼️‼️

- We’ve got Scarian, Ahasbands, Smallidarity what the fuck comes next

- Joe love issue⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

- FOR MARTYN AND GRIAN

- THE TWO ALREADY TAKEN PEOPLE

- SORRY GUYS

- I AINT BREAKING UP SCARIAN AFTER ALL THE TIME IT TOOK TO GET THOSE FUCKERS TOGETHER

- Chat… I’m scared

- Okay no ghosting…

- Damn he flattered himself and asked Martyn out

- HOLD ON

- XISUMA

- HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE PINING OVER MARTYN

- THREE APPARENTLY INCLUDING HIS OWN BOYFRIEND

- NEITHER

- THANK GOD

- HES LOYAL

- Oh now Joe’s depressed

- sorry babes go after someone single😭😭😭😭

- NOW REN HAS A LOVE ISSUE

- YOURE MARRIED

- WHAT

- ANOTHER CHILD HUYS

- Oh my god

- Brother please too many mood swings here😭😭😭😭

- Scar: “look inside my head” and what’s fucking in there?

- A cactus.

- “This is the sort of thing I think about”

- This is emotional blackmail of some kind I swear

- I cannot be doing this

- I’m actually being tormented by this game

- All it needs is a Scarian divorce and unfortunately it will be following canon

- These events are bullshit

- ITS NOT SCRIPTED

[icharchivist]

WAIT WAIT WAIT DGM 251 JUST CAME OUT

KNEW IT KNEW IT KNEW IT KNEW IT OH MY GODDDDDD

Wait and she looked at Allen fondly like she remembered him, Past!A=Bookman real???? is this finally happening????

i. i have a song in my dgm playlist specifically for Lavi that goes "your blood is as good an ink as any" i'm lowkey going to start screaming

WAIT WHAT WAIT WHAT WAIT WHAT????????

wait so it was two people? but i wasn't wrong when all along i said there were clear connection between Allen and the Bookman Apprentice i'm feeling insane HOLD ON

wait this is the first time we're seeing Lavi in so long i aM going to start crying what the FUCK

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH????????????

EVERYTHING IS GOING FINE

ALLEN OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

AAAAAAAAAaa

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay so Past Bookman Apprentice is NOT Past!Allen but they were clearly close??? they were clearly BOTH helping with Nea???

So i was right on my reasoning i just didn't expect it was 2 different people but i'm feeling insane

and what about the Past!Apprentice having a scar on the same eye Lavi has his eyepatch on????

Bookman Senior doesn't seem to have anything about his eyes going on but it's fair to assume Past!Bookman Apprentice and Lavi have something uniting them together because of their eyes?

my brain is burning, if Past!Allen's body changed because of the tempering by Apocryphos like they mention, what if the same thing happened to the Past!Apprentice and he became Lavi? Would that be fucked up or what?

BUT GOD. GODDDDDDDDDDD.

I'VE BEEN REPEATING!!!!!! FOR YEARS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT AS SOON AS WE WERE DONE WITH ALLEN'S FLASHBACK WE WILL BE ROLLING ON THE BOOKMAN CLAN ARC

and while i didn't imagine them to be two different people i have been theorizing for about a DECADE about how Past!Allen and the Past!Bookman Apprentice were likely linked i'm going to cry i'm going to cry im

IM FEELING SO VINDICATED I. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IM GOING TO CRY IM GOING TO CRY IM--

[sinisterspinster]

Welp I'm at 2/3rds point of reading Nona the Ninth, and that means all I can think is: oh my GOD oh my GOD OH my GOD oh MY GODDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay back to reading

[jawllines]

PLEASE PIRATE FIC. OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

YEAH OKAY!!!

[anonc0re]

Talk

Jasper and William both sit at the table. Jasper leans forward, outward of the booth. She rests her arms on the table.

"So? How do I get outta here?"

"Before that, I must tell you why you're here, alright-?"

"Fine." Jasper opens up the water bottle she got. "Let the yap session begin."

William inhales. "SO, me and one other person are currently gods. One died. Me, Jayden, and, uh... Joseph? Yeah, Joseph. Joseph ended up dying... Because of Jayden.

Jayden is... Not... That right in the head. Jayden then insisted that we should get a NEW Joseph, find a replacement, y'know? Jayden wanted to bring someone from the REAL WORLD though, and that is not good. But, she said she'll bring in someone that wasn't a good person in the real world, and that's where YOU come in."

Jasper slowly nods, slightly concerned.

"YOU decided to get crazy drunk after an argument with your husband. You drunk drove. Jayden then used his power to bring you here, so... yeah."

Jasper then thought for a second, seeming a bit freaked out because this is all her fault, but then gains a bit of composure before speaking.

"Okay, but... Do I look like I give a fuck? I don't care. How do I get OUT-!?" Jasper says a tad loudly.

That caught William a bit off guard. William cleared his throat.

"Ah, the catch is, you can't. Sorry. That fur, by the way, Jayden also did that to make you look like Joseph. Jayden was good friends with Joseph, till the whole murderous rampage thing."

"Oh my god. I am going to beat the everloving shit out of that Jayden guy. Oooohhhh my goddddddddddd"

"You can try. Doubt it'll work. Jayden barely visits anymore. Sorry to break the news to ya."

Jasper lets out a loooooooooong sigh. She's still determined though.

[demonoftheseas]

i forgot to mention some things . not really CANON stuff its more fanon but yknow....

HAVE YOU SEEEEEENN REMEMBERANCE?? have you seen it. its so important to me oh my shit. OHH M Y GODDDDDDDDDDD UGH. I LOVE THAT ANIMATION SO MUCH? the idea of twilight giving up something just for her friends . yes YESSS SHE WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT???? Also if youve seen that animation with her falling out of the window onto Luna's back erm.... the flashbacks to her childhood have affected my soul in ways no one can even replicate you dont even KNOWWWW AND THE TWILIGHT SPARKLE LESSON ZERO ANIMATION? HOLD ME?? its just cool i think

none of this is even the Show twilight sparkle . guys its just fan works but it still makes me love Twilight Sparkle even more....

WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE I FORGOT TO MENTION TWILIGHT SPARKLE AND MOONDANCER. YOU DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THAT EPISODE IS TO ME YOU DONT KNOW YOU DONT KNOW YOU DONTTTTTTTTT YOU DONTTT </333333 I FEEL BOTH SIDES SO INCREDIBLY DEEPLY ?? AND ITS . so incredibly painful to watch in a good way. Twilight and Moondancer in that episode ruined me so badly. I understood both sides on such a deep level ESPECIALLY TWILIGHTS?? And god. God. Damn. God fucking damn. OH my god. Twilight Sparkle i get you i see you I SEE YOU MOONDANCER. Twilights relationships with Cadence TOO??? AND SHINING ARMOR??? Shining Armor and her are so amazing i love these siblings so much . theyre so everything to MEEE THEYRE SO EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEEE. UGH. okay thats all until i remember even more i love.

Why do you like Twilight Sparkle? What are your favourite things about her?

OKAY OKAY OKAY. So. Twilight Sparkle. I'm honestly just gonna give you a whole sorta backstory to this whole thing because I feel like it.

I don't exactly have a specific TIME that I started really enjoying her? It was a gradual sort of buildup overtime to where she became my favorite pony, but she wasn't my favorite when I was little. I was a Rainbow Dash kid <3 I loved Rainbow Dash forever and ever and ever... Also Ditzy Doo. Ditzy was also one of my favorites!! I HAD THAT OLD MUFFINS FIGURINE OF HER?? if anypony knows which one im talking about its the one with the black packaging and just a muffin as her name. I HAD THAT ONE!! FUCKING HAD IT!!!!! And i had the rainbow dash one too.

Anyways this is a Twilight Post I swear I just wanted you guys to know . that i had that. i like mentioning it.

I suppose as I grew older and became more aware of a ton of my struggles in life she became more relatable? I mean, she was always funny, I always liked Twilight even before then, but it was when I really started relating with her that I started loving her character, y'know? GODDD I just see so much of myself in her, not just her anxieties with her studies but her interest in books and research and stuff!! And how she wasn't really that social with other ponies- AND the need to overprepare and know everything about a subject? Also her sarcasm or bluntness in the earlier seasons? And her kind of parental or sibling-like relationship with Spike? Also the amount of responsibility she has??? And her fear of failure??? A lot of it just reminds me of myself and I feel her stress and her worries and her joys y'know. Her willingness to wanna help and stuff too... Like. Uhm. Excuse me why are we the same person. Okay maybe im just saying she was a 'gifted kid' and so am I and I could've summarized it with that but I REFUSE to. this is MY twilight sparkle appreciation post and I make the descision on how fucking absurdly long it is.

her being super gifted isnt her whole entire personality though i also feel like a lot of her decisions would be ones i would make in those situations? like from an outside watching perspective it seems like id do it differently but no. girl. its just cuz i know whats gonna happen is why id do it differently if you get what im saying. shes like me if i had a little more confidence in my abilities for stuff. i love her so much. Also I guess I feel like it's a little more obvious that she's not a perfect pony? But still a good person. Which makes me happy. I mean the same could be said for the rest of the main six but I think because it feels like her smarts and everything feel like a really big part of her character it feels more obvious to me? Or maybe I just sound a little silly rn who knows. Don't look at me . maybe I'm looking too deep into it </333 Im gonna feel like I'm 5 when I say this but I also just think Twilight is really fucking cool and badass and I love her for that... SHES SO POWERFUL?? AND AWESOME???? oh my god she kicks ass man you NEED to believe me you NEED to look me in the eyes and accept this. i do not care about starlight i dont care about sunset . Twilight is the MAN yknow...

also design wise i really like her ? ? ? Im usually not much of a purple fan but somethin about her makes my eyes happy. I LOVEE the purple and the pink and how her cutiemark looks and honestly i ADORE her being an alicorn. Unicorn twilight is iconic but alicorn twilight is fucking awesome as well. Literally dont even speak to me right now its so fucking cool. UGHHHH . Also all the stuff people do with drawing her when redesigning her in those little challenges? Its not even canon or anything but I love how people interpret her! I love how people add yellows to her design or make her pelt darker.. its just a design you can do so much with and make her look so majestic or cool and GOSH . people who put her hair up in a bun i owe my life to you. she is so me like that.

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW HER EPISODES ARE MY FAVORITE?????? so many of the episodes that have her as the main focus or one of the main characters are the ones i remember and love the most. The Celestia and Twilight theater one??? The blimp cruise with her family one???? LESSON ZERO??? THE PONY TRIVIA ONE WITH PINKIE??? TICKET MASTER??? its not twilight centric but i also love the scenes she has in the mirror pool pinkie episode. fucking great. PHENOMENAL. UGH. oh my god where do i begin. where do i begin where am I supposed to START??? theyre all so enjoyable. not that i dont love other character focused episodes, i just love seeing the ones that feature Twilight the most. Also her part in Trade Ya! is silly I think it's fun. I always love when they mention the fact Twilight is literally an Alicorn just right out in public. Just a full on princess out in ponyville dude. i also just have a liking towards main character characters I think. I have a terrible problem with it i have a horrible disease that makes me REALLY fucking like main characters of media a lot. what is my problem. I LVOE ALICORN TWILIGHT HAVE I SAID THAT . I HAVENT . I HAVE. I DONT CARE I LOVE ALICORN TWILGITH SPARKLE. they did her final design a little dirty but otherwise... queen... i love her sm... OH MY GOD IN THAT ONE . STARLIGHT EPISODE WHERE STARLIGHT WAS INTRODUCED . HER LITTLE WING FLAP?? very cute i love it. who made the descision to add that. i love you we're married now. OH MY GOD ALSOS LAOS LAOS . have i mentioned her little 'learning to fly and be an alicorn' era? shes so silly then she's so fucking silly i love you Twilight Sparkle you're an ICON.

99% of what i have left to talk about is small scenes or small little tidbits i love about her as a character . I love how her name was Twilight Twinkle its so cute. I love that she VOICE ACTS HER STORIES?? WHEN SHE READS THEM OUTLOUD??? girl i do that too..... we are literally one in the same. I LOVE HER VOICE TOO!!!!! its very memorable!! I think her picking up and dragging ponies around with her magic is funny too I love when that happens. I have so much more to say but i cant im literally writing an essay man... WAIT I FORGOT TO MENTION HER IN THE DISCORD EPISODE??? here comes tom man. ... SHES SO FUNNY THEN TOO SHE IS SO COMPLETELY DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT . </3 OH M GOD AND TWILGIHT SPARKLE IN THE MOVIE TOO. i love how they wrote her in the movie? She feels like she got more of her original sarcasm back and it was really fun. HER AND TEMPEST TOO?? im not a shipping kind of person, i dont care, but i think they should kiss. or her and rainbow dash. or her and rarity. or her and pinkie pie. or her and applejack. or her and fluttershy. or her an okay now im done. probably. who knows. Twilight Sparkle forever. everyone who doesnt like her i hope your pillow is the opposite temperature you want it to be.

[renegadeontherunn]

OH MY GOD OH YMG OD OH MY GOD OH MY GDO OH MY GOD O H MY GOD OH MY GOD OKAY I JUST LISTENED TO MAG 154 AND OH MY FUCKING GOD EVERYONE BE QUIET RIGHT NOW

I JUST

jon is SO FRANTIC AND DESPERATE AND THE WORDS ARE LITERALLY SPILLING OUT OF HIS MOUTH 

“you’re the first”

“why?”

WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK MARTIN GOD YOU’RE SO BLIND CAN’T YOU TELL THAT THE LONELY HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED YOU???? IF EITHER OF THEM ARE BLIND IT’S MARTIN HE’S NOT THE SAME HE CAN’T EVEN SEE HOW MUCH JON FUCKING LOVES HIM OH MY GOD

“because I trust you”

“I don’t want to do it alone”

“you and me”

HE SAYS IT TWICE HE SAYS IT TWICE--MAYBE IT’S WORTH IT, YOU AND ME, TOGETHER, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

“we could just leave”

“I could derail everything--we could derail everything”

HE’S NOT LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT MARTIN, HE’S LOOKING FOR YOU GOD YOU TWO ARE SO FUCKING STUPID 

“I can’t follow you on this one”

NO BC EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW THIS--THIS IS WHAT GOT ME THE LONELY HAS ITS FUCKING TALONS IN MARTIN SO DEEP SO SUBTLY DEEP THAT HE’S JUST. GOD THIS IS SO PAINFUL I JUST--I CAN’T FOLLOW YOU ON THIS ONE

NO BC IT’S THE WAY THAT ELIAS TOLD MARTIN “and I know you’d do just about anything for him--and I don’t need to read your mind to know that one” AND NOW THIS THE LONELY AND I HAVE FUCKING BEEF NOW GET YOUR SLIPPERY, SLIMY, INVISIBLE, VILE, SICKENING LITTLE HANDS OFF MY BOY 

“the lonely’s really got you, hasn’t it?”

“you know, I think it always did”

MARTIN SOUNDS SO ANGRY AND CYNICAL AND BITTER AND JUST. JUST SO NOT MARTIN IT’S HORRIBLE I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HA--

“well, I’ll be here, if you ever do need me”

“I hope so”

BUT HE DOES. HE STILL HOPES SO HE DOESN’T WANT JON TO LEAVE BECAUSE IF JON LEAVES THEN HE REALLY IS ALONE BUT JON WOULDN’T LEAVE HIM THAT’S WHY HE WENT TO HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE BECAUSE IF HE’S GOING TO LEAVE HE’S DAMN WELL NOT STEPPING FOOT OUTSIDE THE INSTITUTE WITHOUT MARTIN BUT MARTIN CAN’T SEE THAT

“just don’t wait too long, okay? if you haven’t already”

OH MY GOD AGAIN HE’S LITERALLY BLURTING ALL THIS OUT HE’S SO FUCKING DESPERATE AND GOD I HATE IT HERE I HATE THIS STUPID PODCAST THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY I JUST WANT THEM TO BE OKAY JESUS FUCKGING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ALSO MARTIN SAID FUCK AND I. THAT IS ALL

[inkykeiji]

UPDATE ANON: I FOUND IT AND I AM ACTUALLY RIPPING MY HAIR OUT

[floralbfs]

i start school on monday KILL ME

[gyllenhaalstories]

MY! JAW! WAS! DROPPED! THE! WHOLE! TIME! OH MY GOD oh my god OH MY GOD oh my goddddddddddd!!!! 😭💖

THERE WERE SO MANY PLOT TWISTS IN THIS CHAPTER I DROPPED THE STUFFIE I TOOK ALONG FOR THIS JOURNEY HELP ahhhhhhh this is SO GOOD! oh my god okay, oof, where do i even begin!!!!

first of all, this chapter read like the best of books! not that i would know about a good book, i don’t read, but if i did read, i would lose my mind over an author as talented as you!!! all the fancy pretty words and the rhythm and the tension and release and oh god, i loved every second of this chapter! i think it might be my favourite!

the mention of reader’s mother had me tearing up!!! i miss her so much and i hope the letter finds her so she knows her daughter is... sort of... kind of... not really thriving but at least she’s not dead.......... yet? oh my god the lord needs to take a chill pill. no matter the universe, like a good gyllenhaal, jake is ANNOYING 🤨 every time i sort of try to almost like him a little bit he ruins it by being so annoying, there is no escaping it!!!! 🤨

just like there is no escaping lady maggie. in fact, i do not want to escape her to the point i would follow her around like a lost puppy just to be in her glorious presence. she is beauty, she is grace, she is ten steps ahead of you and will make you melt by touching your face. does lady maggie need a friend? perhaps another maid? i can pretend to be turned into furniture like in beauty and the beast. be my guest, maggie, i’m sure i’d make a great... duvet? pillow? maybe a night stand! anything just to have more maggie 🥺

AND THE HUMPING SCENE. i know, i knowwwwwww, it’s bad, it’s sinful, it’s not okay but... it was so warm, and intimate, and the lord was feeling so good for once. god it was beautifully written and i loved it so much I’M SORRY i can’t help it. it’s not my fault, i blame it on your talent!!!

i’ve been doing my favourite activity as we both know, which is to stare at the ceiling and i’m just letting this wonderful chapter sink in and my mind is going off the rails thinking where that last conversation will take reader!!! god, you have a way to take me by surprise every time!!! i’m so proud of you for writing, and i’m in awe of this amazing chapter!!! 😭 I LOVED IT SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU! 🥰💖💖💖

Emblem of Roses - 4

Pairings: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader, Maggie Gyllenhaal x reader (Medieval AU)

Summary: You were content with your quiet life as an illegitimate daughter of the King, hanging out with the maids and learning your craft. All that ended when your father married you to Lord Gyllenhaal, the Usurper, as a peace offering and a hostage.

Word count: 5,300

Warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI , RPF, DUBCON, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, hate to pining, polyamory, slow burn with smut, political marriage, mean!Jake to pining!Jake, cunning!Maggie, kind!reader.

Chapter warnings: light smut, dubcon, dry humping, drinking.

*** Your online experience is your responsibility. You have been warned. If any of these content upsets you, DO NOT READ!!! ***

A/N: @gyllenhaalstories I did it, I finished the chapter. *cry* The chapter in which we learn why milord doesn't remember reader's face.

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics​ 

The pungent aroma of fermented fruits and honey invades your senses as you tumble on the earth, bearing the burden of an entire grown man. His Lordship keeps muttering his apologies into your ears in his intoxicated stupor. His drunken struggles only push you further into the ground.

"My Lord, please move."

You croak, elbowing his chest to prevent the man from collapsing on you. The disgrace of your wedding night resurfaces in your mind as his body heat and musky scent envelop you, making the winter night almost too hot to bear.

"Shifty rabbit, I am no Lord to you."

His words come out slurred and a little upset. He pushes himself up with his arms, but his entire lower body weighs you down on the cold, dusty stone floor. He gazes longingly at your form in the dark, licking his lips dry from the excessive drinking.

With a subtle shake of your head, you dodge the air saturated with alcoholic vapor. You are grateful, at least, that Lord Gyllenhaal is oblivious to the identity of his own wife, or so you pray. Whatever ale-infused fever dream has taken hold of him, you decide to comply and bide your time, waiting for the opportunity to wiggle away.

"Cat's got your tongue? Have you forgotten the stupid name you call me?"

With his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, the Lord runs his fingers on your lips, giggling like a fool. Then, as if he has found an entertaining plaything, he begins to rub and stretch your cheeks like a pile of dough. He does not seem to care if you even want to participate in this nonsensical, one-sided conversation.

With a deep inhale, you marvel at this frivolous facet of his personality while suppressing the temptation to knee him in the groin. The last thing you want is for him to regain awareness. Fortunately, his childish antics fail to amuse him for long. His hands slow down to a halt as he cups your face delicately. Your eyes begin to distinguish his quiet, slumping silhouette in the dark. A comforting warmth spreads across your stomach, then your chest, as he descends to be closer to your face.

"Have you forgotten me?"

The Lord is now so dangerously close that the very tip of your nose brushes against his. You reflexively tilt your face to the side, extending your arms in an attempt to support his weight and maintain a distance between you. His cold lips, seeking the softness they desire, land on your cheeks instead, eliciting a displeased grunt. The roughness of his beard scrapes against your skin as he continues his search, led by his mouth. The frigid touch of his lips explores your cheeks with tender care, worried he would miss a single inch.

"Are you angry?"

Unable to get what he wants, he sounds defeated. He is so close to you that you can sense the vibration in his broad chest as he groans. You have no desire to answer him, and the drunkard probably cannot comprehend whatever you say.

"You must be. I didn't come back for you."

His incoherent monologue goes on as he cradles your face with adoration, fingertips dancing on your cheeks. The heat from the palms seeps into your skin, making you feel the rough patches formed by many years of wielding the sword.

You want to say something in response, but the sudden firm grasp on your breast stops the words in your throat, followed by the ragged breaths of the man looming over you. The Lord ceases apologetic fussing, and the underground chamber falls into silence.

Though you have never considered yourself feeble or fragile and are used to arduous manual labor, you find it a monumental task to dislodge him. Despite your best efforts to shake him off, his superior grappling skills, honed through years of wrestling with the bannermen, ensnare you like stubborn vines. Every time you successfully worm your way out, he finds a way to recapture you, trapping you once more in his arms.

The pathetic wriggling presents the Lord an opening to make his way between your legs. His body causes the thick linen skirt to hike up your knees. Any leverage you may have is nullified by the thighs pressing into yours. Your right arm is stuck between your body while you try to push him away. And your remaining arm is left flailing blindly as he keeps one hand underneath your neck. His free hand runs down your side, fondling and squeezing every inch of you he can reach.

Your breaths hitch as the sudden touch catches you by surprise. You can neither see nor move, but the hard protrusion grinding against your pelvis is a tale-tell sign of the Lord's craving. His boots dig into the ground like an anchor as he slowly rocks himself into your hip. Audible sighs of pleasure escape his lips while he looks for release.

The sound of your teeth grinding together fills your ears as you struggle to determine if you feel humiliated or upset. The Lord has never spared you a kind word since the moment you set foot in these walls. To him, you have always been nothing but the wretched royal spawn. Yet here he is, seeking pleasure from you, mistaking you for his dearly long-lost beloved. He is capable of displaying affection and tenderness, just not towards you, his lawfully wed wife, not even as a farce. You cannot help but feel envious of the woman you have never met, the servants, everyone. Your pride is injured, and a stew of repressed bitterness begins to simmer within your heart.

Inexplicable greed creeps into your thoughts, causing a yearning that is both intense and insistent. It whispers into your ear, urging you to seize what is being offered. And, as the Lord's grasp tightens and his fingers manipulate with dexterity, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist the lure of this inner impulse. The warmth emitting from him is simply too comforting.

Sensing that your resistance has stopped, the Lord loosens his hold, falling on top of you as his breathing roughs. You let your free arms lie still on your sides as you bear witness to the Lord's charade. His dry thrusts become more urgent as his fingers fumble with your clothes.

The chilling air current of a winter night licks your skin like the edge of a sword as your chest and belly are exposed after a sharp tearing noise. You instinctively bring your hands up to cover your breasts, only to find the Lord a step ahead. Your breath is caught in your throat when an unfamiliar blistering heat covers the frigid skin of your mounds. The direct sensation is wholly different from being felt through clothes.

You cannot hold back an embarrassing whimper when a hot, wet mouth encloses one of your nipples, sucking in earnest. The hand on the other breast moves in tandem, a motion you can only describe as a hungry kitten pressing its mother's teats for milk. Your face burns with shame as the Lord nibbles on your bud like a scrumptious morsel.

The noxious aroma of wine and the dank air of the basement make your head loopy. You must be ludicrous as the thought of indulging him until he is sated begins to seem plausible. Your hand rises, your fingers brushing against the side of his head, where you feel the heat of his flushed cheeks. The Lord emits a soft groan, interpreting your gesture as encouragement.

Your body and his entangle as he starts to rub against you with vigor. His fingers refuse to let any bare inch of skin escape, caressing and pinching your naked flesh. You whimper and writhe underneath the Lord, unable to cope with the unfamiliar pleasure slowly building up. Although your lower body is still clothed, you can feel his hardness sliding along your untouched private part. The nasal growls in his throat get increasingly desperate as he inches closer to his rapture.

Guiding by instinct and lust, the Lord props himself up and fiddles to undo his trousers, freeing his painful erection. Then, not having enough patience to get rid of your remaining clothes, he searches for your hand and pulls it toward his stiff manhood before wrapping your unwilling fingers around it. The Lord's shaft throbs as his precum slathers your palm, allowing him easy movement. You do not want to know what is in his fantasy as the Lord thrusts into your hand while vocalizing his ecstasy.

With a final jerk, the Lord lets out a shaky breath. Hot, sticky ropes of him land on your breasts and stomach. He falls on top of you, breathing heavily, having been spent and exhausted. Unbeknownst to your husband, a hidden contraction in your core makes you flustered and frustrated. You cannot explain the yearning emptiness you are made to feel.

However, you soon realize you do not have the luxury of caring about your needs. As you struggle to push the man off, you hear approaching footsteps from the stairs leading down the basement. Panic grips your heart as torchlight illuminates the previously unlit storage chamber. Quietly, you free yourself from underneath the unconscious man and seek refuge behind the stack of barrels, holding your breath and desperately clinging to your disheveled clothing as the footsteps draw near.

Loud splash echoes inside the chamber, causing the Lord to grumble in protest as freezing water dumped over his head. You strain your eyes, trying to peak at the yellow flame of the torch. Two feminine figures, Lady Maggie and the middle-aged steward, still holding the empty bucket, stand over the Lady's troublesome brother. Their presence starkly contrasts with the moment of intimacy that had just transpired.

"My Lord, please stand up. The guests are waiting for you."

The Lady's composure conceals her inward frustration at the shameful spectacle. Although you cannot discern her expression through the narrow gap between the barrels, it is clear that she is not happy. The Lord's eyes sting at the torch's lights as he looks up at the women. Finally, he tenses up and comes to his senses. The fleeting remnants of his drunken hallucination vanish, but the sage's fragrance lingers, albeit almost too faint to notice. With a muttered curse, the Lord fixes his attire, salvaging what is left of his dignity, before furiously storming out of the underground chamber.

Lady Maggie's blue eyes resemble two inky pools under the faltering torch as she stands motionless in the middle of the chamber. The sudden departure of her brother amid the feast has left her juggling with the phony sycophants and inebriated nobles. She correctly suspected that her brother was hunting for more wine to drown his thoughts with, so she went to the basement to look for him. With the feast going on, the basement is frequently visited by servants. She does not want the Lord to be caught in an intoxicated state or seen defiling a hapless kitchen maid. These could ruin years of her effort to build up her brother's image as a righteous man.

"My Lady." The steward cautiously approaches her mistress and whispers something in the Lady's ears, which you cannot hear. You can only see the Lady's brows furrow for a moment before she goes back to her mellow impression.

"The guests are demanding his Lordship's presence. What would you have us do?"

The steward asks. Though she is nervous, her voice is as calm as ever, befitting the Lady's most trusted servant. Lady Maggie's eyes finally shift from the empty space where her brother was only moments ago to the steward, and she lets out a deep sigh.

"Gather the servants and inform them that the feast is to be concluded early. Tell everyone my brother had one too many drinks and has excused himself back to his chamber. Ensure guests are properly escorted back to their quarters."

With that, the Lady turns on her heel and strides out of the basement, with the steward quickly trailing behind. The underground chamber once again becomes a dark, cold hollow. You wait until you no longer hear footsteps and leave your hiding place.

Lord Gyllenhaal stumbles up the stone steps leading to his chamber, his thoughts a jumbled mess. His mind berates him for his irrational behaviors. He cannot explain what came over him in the basement, and the pleasant scent of sage still clouding his senses only adds to his confusion. Pushing through the decorated door, the Lord collapses onto his bed. He finds himself in torment, struggling against his desire, still slowly burning inside. Despite his best effort to suppress it, he cannot resist the fixation on the past.

As he lies on the bed, the Lord is consumed by doubt. He tries to make sense of what has just happened in the basement and questions the authenticity of the experience. Was the woman just a figment of his imagination, a manifestation of his longing? The uncertainty plagues him, leaving him to wonder if his mind has played tricks on him.

In that fleeting moment of bliss, the Lord believed the person in the basement was her. The sensation was so familiar and endearing that he felt it ingrained into his flesh and bones. His nerves were ablaze with excitement as the Lord reminisced about the warm body beneath him back then. It was too dark, and he only had his senses to rely on. Yet, there is an earthy aroma that lingers in his memory.

The Lord takes a moment to calm himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and regain clarity. He shuts his eyes, racking his brain in search of the source of the scent. As the memory slowly returns, the Lord realizes the last time he encountered the smell was in your presence. He had overlooked it then due to its subtlety, but the realization now causes a wave of frustration to wash over him. The Lord rises from his bed and begins pacing the room, trying to rid himself of the strange feeling that has taken hold of him. He feels conflicted. He is not so blinded by hatred that he would blame a mere illegitimate daughter for everything her father has done. If anything, you are but a pawn in other people's twisted schemes. He knows that. And yet, he has been disturbed by your presence since the moment he saw you.

As if possessed, the Lord makes his way toward his so-called wife's chamber. He pushes the door open and scans the room, expecting you to be inside. But you aren't there, just like the other day. The space is empty, save for a few pieces of furniture and a burned herb's scent drifting gently. The bed is neatly made, and the hearth is cold. He notices small herb plants dotting the windowsill that he did not see the last time he was here. The Lord walks over to them, inspecting the leaves and little flowers, finding it puzzling that they can grow during the harshest days of the year.

Lord Gyllenhaal gradually takes control of his emotions as he stands in your room. Despite his dislike for you, the subtle scent has a soothing effect on him. He inhales slowly, letting the air fill his lungs as a reminder to keep his composure. As he looks around the room, taking in the sight of the properly tended plants, he cannot help but feel a twinge of ill-suited sentimentality. He finds it laughable that this place brings a semblance of peace to his troubled mind and that he keeps giving himself to these late-night wandering.

As much as he is irritated that this feels like a game of hide and seek, where you have wandered is none of his concern. Any place you should not be is well-guarded enough to prevent you from doing anything stupid. He decides to let the matter be for now and takes a final deep breath, savoring the scent of herbs one last time before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, lost in thoughts.

You stand by the well, cleaning yourself with haste. The freezing water serves to wash away not only the dirt but also whatever the Lord has left behind, dissipating the heat on your skin. Your bones are creaking from the piercing cold, but you do not care. You only want to rid yourself of the evidence of tonight. Once done, you quickly get dressed, securing your torn clothes with a rope, and make your way back to an empty chamber, oblivious to the fact that you have narrowly escaped the Lord's sudden visit.

With a strike from the flint, the fireplace begins to crackle. You breathe a sigh of relief when you feel the soft bed underneath your back, snuggling deep under covers, trying to get warm from the chill that has seeped into your bones. Your thoughts drift to the ordeal you faced in the basement. You wonder if the Lord recognized you, and the idea of being caught by him is frightening. But the fear is accompanied by a strange intrigue. An odd warmth rises on your cheeks as the images of the night are replayed in your head. You ponder the nature of the Lord's beloved one and what kind of person could bring out such vulnerability in his Lordship.

Unable to sleep, you jump to your feet and quickly retrieve a piece of parchment from your belongings, along with a quill and a small bottle of ink. Your promise to your mother weighs heavily on your mind, and you know she must be worried sick. But writing to her has been a challenge for two reasons. First, the constant demands of the fortress have kept you busy day and night, with little time for anything else. And second, you need to figure out how to get the letter to her. You are skeptical about asking Lady Maggie or the steward for help. The thoughts race through your mind as you dip the quill into the ink.

You stare at the blank parchment for a moment, unsure of what to write. You have been through so much since you arrived at the fortress, but you do not want your mother to worry more than she already has. You tap the quill's tip on the ink bottle, trying to find the right words. You tell her you are well, and the Gyllenhaals treat you kindly. You write about the feast and how things are different from the capital. At this point, you realize you have yet to see much of the fortress apart from the inner bailey. You stare at where the words trail off, having nothing more to say. Nothing that will not burden your mother. With a sigh, you roll the parchment and place it back in your chest. You may try again later when your thoughts are less muddled.

A series of knocks on your door makes your heart skip a beat. Your chest tightens as you wonder who could be seeking you out at this ungodly hour. The door opens slowly, and in walks Lady Maggie, wearing a soft expression, accompanied by the stern stewart. You can't help but feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"I apologize for disturbing your rest so late," Lady Maggie greets you with a smile. "But I must speak with you."

The steward places a finely crafted gown on your bed before departing, leaving you alone with Lady Maggie. She gestures for you to take a seat, and as she sits in the upholstered chair next to the desk, the soft glow from the hearth illuminates her graceful figure. Right now, Lady Maggie seems like a divine being from ancient mythology, and you can't help but feel that your modest, bare room is not fit to receive someone of her stature.

"I hope you are feeling well, my dear," Lady Maggie looks at you, noticing the distress on your face. You don't know if she knows about the mess in the basement. Your eyes fixate on the floor, unable to look straight at the Lady. Otherwise, you would know she has been observing you closely since she stepped in, taking in every change in your body language.

"I must request your presence at the feast tomorrow. There will be delegates sent by the King himself in attendance. People will question if the Lord is not accompanied by his wife."

"What?"

You are baffled by the news, and your tongue slips. The thought of meeting the King's people makes you uneasy. Not many of the King's council know your face, but those who do look at you with disdain. Moreover, you can't fathom why the King would send anyone here in this current state of affairs. You quickly apologize for being blunt, but the Lady doesn't seem to mind. Instead, she replies with another question.

"My dear, what do you think about this war?"

The sudden question catches you off guard. You don't know how to answer. Lady Maggie patiently waits for you. The room falls into an awkward silence. You wonder what the consequences are if your answer crosses her.

"I... I believe the Lord's cause is just."

That is all you can mutter. It is a laughable answer coming from the princess. If anyone resented House Gyllenhaal and this forced marriage, it would be you. There is no good reason for a member of the royal family to side with the man who has vowed to kill them all. But this is your genuine thought. You loathe the Lord for how he treats you, but you can't deny that he is a hero in people's eyes. On top of that, you are not the real princess and do not feel any connection to the King.

The Lady bursts into an uncharacteristic fit of laughter. You can't tell if she is mocking you or truly feeling amused by your answer.

"Clever little kitten." Lady Maggie murmurs to herself, seemingly satisfied with what she heard.

"The King has suggested a truce with House Gyllenhaal. Thus, his majesty has sent delegates here as a gesture of peace. That is why I would love for the princess to personally welcome the convoy. After all, you were the key that led us to this peace."

"Of course, my Lady. It would be my honor."

You don't want to meet whoever the King sent, but you have no choice. Despite the Lady's courtesy, this is an order. Someone like you has no place to voice your opinion. Within these walls, hers and the Lord's will is absolute.

"Has Jacob done anything to offend you?" The Lady suddenly changes the subject. The tone of her voice softens.

"No, my Lady." You still need to get used to hearing Lady Maggie call the Lord by his given name. Your mind wanders to the time he noticed you weren't wearing warm enough and the time he saved you from the horse. You realize this would be an excellent opportunity to be in the Lady's good graces.

"The Lord has actually been very kind."

Although not to the "princess."

"That's good, then. If Jacob does something unbecoming for the head of the House, you can always come to me." 

"There is one thing I would like you to remember." Lady Maggie stands up from her chair and approaches you. She reaches out and runs her slender fingers on your cheek, making you flinch. Her fingers are cool to the touch but don't make you uncomfortable.

"My brother may not be tender towards you, but you are still a lady of our House. Therefore, do not appear weak or easily intimidated. Do not let anyone think that House Gyllenhaal is to be trifled with."

The fingertips brush ever so lightly on your face. Then, not sparing a second, the Lady quickly returns to her chamber, leaving the ghost of her presence lingering on your cheek.

Lady Maggie sits before her brother, her expression stern and disapproving as she chastises him for yesterday. The early morning light filters into the room through the window behind her, casting a golden glow on the scene. The Lord listens quietly to her scolding, his head slightly tilted, showing little remorse. Despite her reprimands, he can't help but find comfort in the rays of sunlight that warm his skin. His mood seems to have improved from the past few days of sulking.

The Lady takes a long sip of her morning tea after she feels like she has done venting. She can absolutely complain until her brother's ears fall off, but there are more pressing matters concerning the King's recent move. And you, the Lord's wife.

"The old pig demands a truce?"

The Lord mulls over the news his sister has told him about, not caring to hide his contempt for the King. Lady Maggie nods and quietly hands her brother the letter detailing the King's proposal.

"What is he planning now? He sent us a fraud, but he still wants to pretend she is the princess?" The Lord expresses disgust as his eyes scan the scroll ridden with false flattery.

"The King thinks he outsmarts us, sending an illegitimate daughter, but he has dug himself into a hole. The seaport was opened again under the condition of a marriage between Lord Gyllenhaal and the royal princess. What happens if words get out that the old pig failed to honor the terms of our demand?" The Lady asks, sharing her brother's scorn.

"The port is under Gyllenhaal's control. Betraying us means he would risk our retaliation. But there is no reason for him to go this far... unless the girl has other uses besides being a decoy."

"Perhaps she was ordered to take my life." The Lord speaks as he remembers the gleaming dagger underneath your pillow.

"Unlikely. If the girl was an agent, she should at least make an attempt to get closer to you, not run around like a lost kitten." The Lady stares into the golden liquid in her cup. There is no telling what she is thinking about. Lady Maggie's lips tighten into a thin smile before she replies.

"No need to do anything rash for now. My eyes are on her. The girl is harmless."

The Lord's eyebrows relax slightly at his sister's words. If the Lady says you pose no threat, he will leave you be. Not that he worries about you causing any harm. The fortress has eliminated more than a few spies and assassins. But Lord Gyllenhaal remains skeptical. He has yet to understand the intention of Lady Maggie. Without a trueborn princess, House Gyllenhaal will have no claim to the throne as their original plan dictates. The royal family and pesky nobles would never allow such a thing. A bastard daughter is more a less discardable in their eyes.

"You knew the moment she stepped foot in our Keep, did you not?" The Lord turns his gaze to his sister. Lady Maggie has lost interest in having you give the Lord an heir. If what his sister assumes is true, should the solution not be annulling this marriage and letting the girl go.

"The King agreed to our demand so easily. Naturally, I had my doubts... Say, brother. Would you willingly marry me off to your enemy?" Lady Maggie asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The Lord narrows his eyes as his question is met with another question. He stops and thinks for a moment. His eyebrows crease as his mind races through the scenario.

"No." He finally responds curtly. "I would never hand you to the enemy."

Lady Maggie nods in agreement. "Exactly. And neither would the King willingly give up his precious daughter just for a few trade routes. This bargain was risky from the start."

"So why keep her here?"

"Her illegitimate status is not ideal. But a bastard she may be, the girl is still the King's daughter and bears the King's mark. She is more valuable than you may think, brother." The Lady sets her teacup down.

"And one more thing. I ask that you treat your wife with honor and dignity. Regardless of who she used to be, she is married to you, as witnessed by the Gods."

The Lord scoffs at Lady Maggie's request. He finds it ironic that you avoid him like the plague, yet it was his sister that led you to be bound in this unfortunate union. He wonders what his dear sister would ask of him if you were the actual princess. Perhaps he must force himself on a drugged-up wife until you produce a child or something worse. Despite her talks of honor and dignity, Lord Gyllenhaal knows his own kin enough to know she is not above using despicable means to achieve her goals.

"You do not know where her loyalty lies." The Lord retorted. He does not feel obliged to be kind to the King's blood, bastard or not.

"Do not let your anger cloud your judgment. I know you are still mourning, but the girl is not to blame for what happened." Lady Maggie sighs. The topic clearly ticks her brother as the calm atmosphere is destroyed. She knows mentioning the past upsets him but has grown impatient with the Lord's constant brooding over a woman he spent a few weeks with.

A woman whose face he cannot even recall because at the time, his eyesight was temporarily lost due to an infection, having been imprisoned in a dark and filthy place for too long.

"Keep your nose out of my affairs, sister." Lord Gyllenhaal snaps.

The Lord stands up as he has done talking. He pulls the mahogany door open to find you standing there, wide-eyed and petrified at what you have overheard.

"How much did you hear?" The Lord's brows knit together as he questions you in a menacing voice. His pulsating vein on his temple tells you he is not too happy. You open your mouth to explain but can only gasp for air. The apprehension is simply too much. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see he has closed his fingers around the dagger by his side, ready to slit your throat if you can't give a satisfactory answer.

"Lower your voice. I called her here." The Lady speaks up from her seat.

You grip the front of the new gown until blood is drained from your knuckles. The last thing you remember is the steward told you Lady Maggie had requested your presence. You had presumed the Lady wanted to speak to you about the meeting with the royal delegates. But you did not expect to hear the Lord and Lady openly discussing your true identity. This whole time, they've known you are an imposter.

"Sorry to make you wait. Come." Lady Maggie calls to you with an ever-present smile as if nothing has happened. You swear you almost cry. The Lady could not possibly ask you to just squeeze your way past the Lord, could she?

Hearing Lady Maggie's reassurance is good enough for the terrifying man before you. He steps back and flicks his head towards the Lady, signaling that you are allowed to enter. You mutter a greeting to the Lord before walking in, keeping your head as low as you can, fearing it will be taken off your neck if you don't. You don't need to look to know the Lord's gaze is burning on your back as you approach the Lady.

"Beautiful." Lady Maggie compliments. "This one fits her perfectly. Do you not think so, my Lord?"

Her brother completely ignores her question. He follows you back in, closing the door behind him and trapping you between the two of them. The Lady pays no mind to his deathly silence. She asks you to take a seat opposite of her. The Lord leans on the wall, eyeing you like a cat watching a mouse unable to escape from an empty pot it has fallen in.

"Let's start from the beginning and properly introduce ourselves, shall we?"

Lady Maggie's smile vanishes.

"Who are you?"

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[maraczeks]

newsroom rw thread pt 4

[lesbianrobotwizard]

minor young justice season 4 episode 16 spoilers ~

OH MY FUCKING GOD MY BOY IS ALIVE

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

DOOM PATROL GO TOTALLY IMPLIED HE WAS DEAD 😭 😭 😭 

AND THEN GARF WAS LISTING OFF PEOPLE WHO DIED AND I WAS LIKE 😢 BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE FORGOT CLIFF BUT HE’S FUCKING HERE HE’S HERE HE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAFHAJSFHJKASFHASGKJFSAGKJSADJGKAFS

OUT OF ALL THE YOUNG JUSTICE CHARACTERS WHO ARE DEAD I DIDN’T EXPECT CLIFF TO MAKE ME THIS HAPPY THAT HE’S ALIVE 

I love him your honour

he’s my fucking blorbo okay 

I've never used that word until now 

I am probably one of 3 people who got excited over this 

but damn if I didn’t pause the episode to make this post because none of my friends are caught up with young justice 

it does make sense that he survived cliff survives fucking everything I just didn’t expect it. 

[extreme-technicality]

Lmfao I’m about to go the fuck off

Okayy sO I’ve got this fuckin diversity training to do, right, presumably going through different scenarios of “associates” experiencing microaggressions at the hands of their coworkers. First off I’m fucking. It’s. It’s formatted like a goddamn streaming service for [Chain] TV. And this training is like. Supposed to be a goddamn store streaming service original series???? Which like. Whatever lmao I could go off but that’s just the tIP OF THE ICEBERG, it’s got a fucking “rating” cuz again. streaming service. This is a fucking mandated training im—

ANYWAY the rating is PS for Psychologically Safe!! Cuz it’s a ~place for associates to be themselves and take risks and make mistakes~

I said “presumably” in the first paragraph because I haven’t even gotten through the first scenario!! Cuz it’s a non-binary person getting misgendered!! Aka my Literal Actual Entire Workweek!!!!!

*deep fortifying breath*

So like it’s framed as very……..Oh we’re very inclusive, Oh the whole store already knows their pronouns, We all accept them for who they are, Some of us just mess up a bit and nobody corrects us in the moment! Obviously it happens within their hearing, like Literally right in front of them, and there’s like two people misgendering them and I’m like. Mm. ahA. A n y w a y.

Like they make a whole point of them feeling shitty!! The camera cuts to them looking upset and just!! Bdjfjjcjdjcndncbdc sCREAMS I KNOW ALL THISSS IM IN THIS VIDEO AND I DONT LIKE ITTTT

a👏ny👏way👏

Video cuts to the misgendering employee being confronted by a bystander AFTER THE FACTTT AFTER. THE. F A C T. HBEJJFHCHHDJCBDBHCB

okay okay okay I am c a l m

And she apologizes like immediately and both of these (presumably cis) women kinda pat themselves on the back????? For misgendering and letting it happen???????? GOD this sounds so stupid, I might just delete this in five minutes or whenever I finish Actually Getting Through This but hhhhhhhhhh biting chomping violence and maiming

And it’s all so STIFF like I get this is supposed to be ✨instructional✨ or whatever the fuck but like!!! People don’t talk like that!!!!!! And I just!!!!!

I have to fucking LAUGH cuz the other option is screaming and throwing things lmfao

OH WAIT IM CONTINUING LMAO

BITCH GOES “it’s really important that I get this right” IF IT WERE SO IMPORTANT YOUD CATCH YOURSELF IN THE MOMENT LMFAOOOOO

AND IF IT WERE IMPORTANT TO ANYONE ELSE THEYD INTERVENE IN THE MOMENT!!!!!

Ohhhh myyyyyy goddddddddddd now they’re going into how ✨brave✨ she was for bringing it up After The Fact and not saying SHIT in the MOMENT lmfao get out of my FACEEEEEEE

“What advice would you give associates who want to be an ally” LITERALLY SAY SOMETHING WHEN YOU SEE IT!!!!!!!! Someone misgenders your coworker in front of you???? CORRECT THEM RIGHT THEN AND THERE IMMMMMM

IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE DIRECT IT CAN BE SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS GENDERING THEM CORRECTLY!!!!! THE POINT IS NOT THE ✨COURAGE OF THE ALLY✨ HERE, THE POINT SHOULD BE HELPING THE PERSON ACTUALLY FUCKING FEEL LIKE THERES SOMEONE IN THEIR CORNER AT ALL TIMES!!!!! THATS WHAT SAFETY IS!!!!!!! F U C K!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kikuism]

Hello mariam! 🥰 now that the jjk anime is over, what were some of your favourite moments from the first season?

hi finn!! 💕🌸✨

omg omg okay....in no particular order, here are my fave moments from s1!!

1) ep1 when we saw megumi unleash his demon dogs for the first time!! that was SUCH a cool moment and it really made me think ‘this anime is going to be something special’. 

2) sukuna vs gojo bc gojou really was just playing around with sukuna and sukuna was getting more and more infuriated by the second ghskdfjh we love to see it,,,,,also this bit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

3) nobara’s first impressions of yuuji and megumi ghskjkdf

4) ‘what will you do if someone you save ends up killing someone?’ / ‘then why did you save me?’ 

5) megumi vs sukuna OHHHHHHHHHHH BOYYYYYY

6) the gojo vs jogo fight was cool and all but the highlight of that episode was this moment:

7) todou and mai’s introduction and ‘as long as a person is compassionate, i don’t need anything else’ 

8) yuuji and junpei sitting on those steps and talking together about movies 🥺🥺 idk i just. that whole scene was just so peaceful and sweet and in that moment i really truly felt what a kind and bright and soft soul yuuji has, he can get along with anyone and makes anyone around him feel so comfortable and he even made someone like junpei smile and i just *starts crying*

9) yuuji taking junpei’s hands and comforting him while he was crying :’(((((

10) this:

11) nanami and yuuji beating the shit out of mahito. more of that PLEASE. also when sukuna was like don’t touch me bitch and also made mahito bleed like a water fountain 

12) YUUJI’S REUNION WITH THE TEAM

13) MAKI ZENIN EP 17 

14) yuuji and todou’s buraaza moments :(((( i absolutely ADORE them and i never ever expected to like todou so much but he’s literally one of my faves now. his vibe is immaculate 

15) inumaki using cursed speech!!

16) MIWA <333333 i really do hope miwa gets her moment to shine too i know she’s not a major character or anything but i love her so so so much 

17) the entire baseball episode hgskjdfhgkjdf

18) first year trio shenanigans esp yuuji and nobara being insufferable to megumi about him in middle school ghskfdjkfd please 

19) that moment when the three of them cross over the river/threshold....... .only besties commit acts of crossing over into the afterlife together. i really really loved that moment bc it really showed how tight they are as a unit and how bonded they are with each other. like, symbolically, i take it to mean that the three of them would die for each other....cross over to the afterlife with each other.....there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for each other. god. i do love a river/death crossing, it has to be said 😌

20) the crumbs of gojou being a dad/sensei to megumi in that flashback. more of that please.......

21) CHIMERA SHADOW GARDEN

22) the  jujusanpo at the end of ep 23 ‘have you forgotten the night you toasted ot my eyes???’ / ‘was it all a lie when you said your time with me was the most enjoyable of all?!’ / ‘could you not touch him so casually, please, you homewreckers?!’ ghskdjfkjdfhgkdfj H ELP

23) YUUJI AND NOBARA BESTIE VIBES KILLING SPREE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD I’M STILL NOT OVER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP QUEEN NOBARA KUGISAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

24) and then ofc at the very end when the three of them are smiling and walking forward to their next mission 🥺🥺🥺💘💖💞💕💓💗💝