#OHHH FUCK

[cokoweee]

I tried to keep this one short, but I mostly wanted to admire some details.

First off, I’m just loving all of Donnie’s “shook” expressions in this update. Poor dude is just starting to catch the uptake.

Your eyes aren’t usually hyper defined, at least in this iteration, so I was wondering if this was showing Kendra trying to not tear up with nerves. But still she needs that moment to steel herself, since she is still convinced things will go badly.

On a side note, Wowza! This really points out the size difference in their hands, alone. He could hold both of her hands with just one.

Of course Kendra figured that out. However it’s interesting that if Donnie gave her an “electronic key” wouldn’t that be more than enough that he wasn’t concerned with her leaving. It was really when he started running away from his feelings that he had the idea of her staying on the farm.

And that does come to how Donnie’s expressions go from confused to torn. Because he does want Kendra to stay safe, and “safe” is on the farm. However Kendra is offering him a way to push her away from danger, but it comes at the cost of hurting her more, and with the misunderstanding that he doesn’t care. And perhaps deep down he doesn’t want that to be the reason she stays away. Does he even want her to stay away at this point? It would be a situation that Donnie would struggle explaining, because it requires introspection and words that he is not great at dictating.

What was cluing me in was seeing him clutch his pants with his right hand. It’s the hand with the claw prosthetics which could hurt if he clenched his fists like Kendra was. I know that there have been times I needed to squeeze something and would grab the hem of my coat so I would not pierce my nails into my palm. The other detail I noticed on the second viewing was he has his tail wrapped around his leg. He is trying to self soothe while processing Kendra’s ultimatum. So this is really a difficult situation that he has little time to mull over.

Depending how I do this next update..oh man Idk how to words

Oh man

[superkitten-poison]

the way everytime cquackity speaks i kick the air like a dog getting pet

[monards]

(shakes you so hard) DO YOU SEE IT. DO YOU SEE THE WAY DOVE ACTUALLY LUNGED FOR HER. BUT WAS TOO LATE.?? HOW SHE CALLED HER NAME? HERR EXPRESSION.???

[shower-man]

MY HUSBANDS BACK FROM WAR

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

ok its 12am 29th nov in my side of the world & not sure if i should congratulate or pity mslf but moretti plot turns one year today

[sneebl]

i think i may have fucked up!

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[byfulcrums]

So I gotta read and watch Narnia (promised my friend), play OFF, finish Slay the Princess, finish Blood of Zeus, read the three books I bought with my dad last year, read the book my dad got me last year, read that one manga that's been all over my dash these past few weeks, finish Ninjago, finish LMK when S5 comes out (I am NOT missing that one), finish PJO (pirating cuz I have no money and also fuck Disney), read the book my aunt got me today, read the 5 books I got from my grandpa, listen to EPIC the musical, watch Dimension 20, watch Anne with an E with my mom bc I promised her I would, watch that movie my dad told me about that I forgot the name of, play Hades, play HSR and Hi3rd and maybe Genshin, finish BNHA, finish JJK, watch the new KNY season(s) and also the movie, read-

[gingerswagfreckles]

It's insanely sad to read post after post of gentiles talking about how at least we all have each other and all we can do now is draw strength from our queer and leftist communities bc Jews literally cannot do this. Like you all completely and so utterly turned your backs on Jews this year and we have no one. Except other Jews. Who make up 2% of the American population. It's so great for you all that you can hold hands and sing Kumbaya but you made supporting Hamas and retweeting twitter funny men with literal terrorist hate symbols in their usernames normal. So no some of us cannot draw strength from the queer and leftist communities. Some of us just have to sit here and take it as you all reassure each other that none of this is your fault even though it so obviously is.

[fauvester]

something something seeing things through different eyes

[mojoomojojo]

Just know that I expect you to keep being a good boy and hold for even longer now -🌻

I'll try my best oh oh oh

what

what do i need to do now

oh fuck my muscles are so sore they didn't want to close ohhhh fuck

[conswayo]

trapped in endings i dont want you to know

[boyloversxo]

[beloveds-embrace]

imagine john catching you making out nasty with one of the boys and they’re trying to pull away, already got an apology on the tip of their tongue.

but you swallow it down into your own mouth, keeping him close by the hook of his pants. and when they finally turn to face john, hes anything but pissed.

he’s aroused.

the way your boy will be so panicked, eyes wide and stumbling over his words as he tries hard to apologize to his captain for touching you, for kissing you all wet and filthy and why aren’t you panicking like he is-

but nope. you are leaning even closer, the soft flesh of your chest pressing against his and your fingers in the hoop of his pants, slowly trailing lower and lower even with john right there.

john who just stares on. john who keeps his calm, and you who giggles against his ear.

“don’t stop now, honey,” you coo, grin wicked as you kiss along his jaw, eyes on john. “my darling husband doesn’t mind. dare I say, he’d been waiting on it.”

[babyb1ues]

his banner currently has 21k likes and counting on twitter okay who the hell are you people….. no but for real the secret is literally sensuality … there’s a difference between sexiness and sensuality

this…. is sensuality—the act of directly involving the senses,, and you can see how they make a good showcase of that here… it’s like,, more personal and almost vulnerable. it’s about the sensory (!!!) pleasure

it’s sooo different from being shirtless and sexy,, just distinct areas if u will, different preferences

but to me it hits wayyy different

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.