#Rain Speaks

[dead-in-a-damn-ditch]

im too fucking aromantic for this shit

[writtenbyrain]

Can we take a moment just to address Bug Noire's facial expression, her eyes after the final battle? This entire scene when she returns for Adrien and Kagami in London.

The surroundings are devoid of detail. They're bleak, barren, and one could argue evocative of Chat Blanc, with regard to Adrien's state of mind (though that would be a different post for a different day.)

But amidst this stark white, we have this severe splash of red and black. As the audience, we are left with nothing else to focus on, to visually confront, but the emptiness of Marinette's eyes. As she walks down the corridor, the angle combined with her expression almost looks like her lids are slightly closed; she's tired, she's hurt, and she's reached a point of numbness and emotional distance we've never before seen her pushed to.

This isn't stressed Marinette with her wide eyes and wilder gestures. This isn't panicking Ladybug when Monarch stole the Miraculous and she stood doubled over, unable to breathe.

This is just... hollow. Marinette is a character always dripping with emotion, bursting with expression, and to open the special with this lack thereof is a perfect way to illustrate her devastation. Her face never changes with relief or regret or pain as she tells Kagami that "it's over." She is still. She is quiet. She has absolutely nothing left to give, yet she has to move forward to deliver the news--and the lie--that will inevitably become the albatross around her neck in S6.

And we see it all within the first minutes, right here.

[dead-man-in-the-grave]

what if life could be a dream?

[rainswriting-blog]

I love it when Simon says “bloody hell” it just does it for me

This is coming out tomorrow or Friday haven’t decided. Let me know if you wanna be tagged

[siddheshmm]

week 1. final year year of engineering. semester 7.

opening week is about being everywhere but a classroom :) attended 3/5 days of college. been trying to stop driving away from classes. started studying. been writing. excited to share everything here with my new friendss and make a 30 something week scrapbook for the semester.

[itsraining-somewhereelse]

They said the people who left simply didn’t have enough faith,

Lost sheep, sure to be influenced by satan, sure to have sorrow struck deep in their bones, sure to return

I was told that if I stayed in the lines, (clearly painted in red over the messy world) that I would be saved. That if I had enough faith, paid their tithe, went to church, I would be fine. Repeated their words, covered my sinful body, hid away my bad thoughts, I would be accepted. Prayed harder, doubted my doubts, begged forgiveness, I would be loved.

They said the people who left were:

Wrong. 

Bad. 

Evil.

I did nothing wrong. 

I need you to understand, to repeat it, to look at me and know the truth in your bones.

I did nothing wrong. 

I did nothing wrong. 

I did nothing wrong.

I had enough faith, I stayed in the lines, I cried in prayer deep at night, I did nothing wrong. I covered my sinful body, I hid away my bad thoughts, I did nothing wrong. I was a lost sheep only by virtue of being cast out of the flock, banished from their heaven. I did nothing wrong. 

Witness it.

My pain, my hurt, my sorrow.

Witness me. 

They punished and reviled me. 

Witness me. 

They blamed me for my agony.

Witness me. 

They burned me for my imperfections. 

Witness me.

Yet they could not remove me from myself. 

I did nothing wrong.

Witness me.

WITNESS ME.

[aasouthteranoswife]

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[lorelei-system]

They’re emotional flashbacks. It’s not regular depression. It’s not me getting upset about our current life. It’s an emotional flashback. It’s about the past, not the present.

That’s what I just figured out. Took me so by surprise that I actually snapped out of it a little. I feel unlovable because I felt unlovable back then, not because I don’t feel loved now.

-Rain

[euoiabloom]

Rain day

[loneworldgazer]

@dwelleroftheobsidiantower , @pinkkunt-imagines

sorry if it seems i ignored both of you, fic is still in the works. done with guts' part but griffith, i may leave him out.

expect next week :D ill challenge myself to complete this fic after weeks of college work teehee

[rainisawriter]

Cute boys: 😍😊😚❤️

Cute boys with painted nails: 💅🥰🤩😘💞❤️‍🔥

[dead-in-a-damn-ditch]

why the fuck all these indie folk rock bands putting birds and fish in random places. theyre putting canaries in coal mines and finches in pantries and fish in birdcages. wth

[writtenbyrain]

Welcome back, MLB brainrot

[dead-man-in-the-grave]

ao3 goes down for maintenance unexpectedly 213 dead 49317 injured

[rainswriting-blog]

Finger Gun

Summary: There was a video circling around your social media page. Of girlfriends finger gunning there significant others butt. Y/N thought it would be funny to try it out on her military partner. What could go wrong?

A/N: Sorry, I haven't been active on this blog, but here's something funny/smutty for you. Hope you enjoy 😉 Might do part two with Simon Riley if this turns out good.

WC: 1,338

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

Warning(s): safe sex(consensual), no condom, established relationship, nicknames/name calling, cursing, vaginal fingering, vagina slapping, anal punishment, daddy kink, slapping, hair pulling, dom daddy!price, orgasm denial, cum facial, cum eating, marking.

Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated. 18+ minors do not interact

You walked around the shared home trying to find your husband, locating him in your master closet, putting the folded clothes you washed for him away. He was just minding his own business when you slowly crept up behind him, putting your hands in the same position the girl in the video had. 

Hitting him where the sun doesn't shine. He screamed, dropping the clothes he had in his hands. You laughed trying to run, but John was quick to grab your wrist, pushing you to the ground without hurting you with your hands behind your back.

"You think that's funny, eh?" He says into your ear. 

"It was a prank," you say, kicking your legs, trying to break free of your husband's grip. 

John didn't think it was funny at first but he did a small chuggle. He proceeded to pull down your pink leggings without letting your arms go, showing your bare ass giving it a hard slap on the one cheek leaving a red hand mark. 

"Daddy’s gonna teach you a lesson," he says in your other ear. 

He lets go of your arms, making you put them in front of you. Telling you not to move unless you are told to do so. He then grabs your hips, putting your ass into an arch. 

John then runs his one hand along your wet pussy up to your asshole and rubbing it with his thumb making circles, and slowly pushing his thumb into your perky hole. He abruptly stops smacking your ass and giving your ass a squeeze, making you welp.

"This isn't play time, princess," he says.

You laid there with your ass up waiting for instructions. You heard John mess around in a drawer in your closet. The next thing you heard was him unbuckling and unzipping his pants. 

"John, it was a joke. Don't make it something out of nothing," you say, getting out of position, seeing his hardened cock on full display, rubbing a small amount of lube on the tip and base of his cock. 

"Did I say move?" He says in a semi- angry tone. Pushing you down again in the same position he had you in.

He lines himself up with your asshole slowly pushing in and out with only the tip, making sure not to hurt you. "How do you like being poked there, hm?" He says grabbing a chunk of hair from the back of your head pulling you closer to his hairy chest, pushing himself all the way in. 

You anal always made him go feral. He doesn't know why it does. Maybe it's the face you give him everytime he fucks you in your tightest hole or because he loves the tight fit.

John knows your limits, that's why there was always a safe word in place, if he went too far. At the end of the day, it was all about you on your wants and needs for when you and John were intimate. He always made sure you were comfortable. John was your first when you two tried anal for the first time, he made you feel loved and comfortable the first time he entered your tightest hole that was the day you loved anal. You and John loved how he could punish you with anal but also make you feel good at the same time. 

But, in this moment when John was serious about your punishment. He is a captain in the military for christ's sake and he knew how to punish but he knew how to play.

"Mm.. sorry, Daddy," you said in a crying voice to see if he would fall for it. 

"I bet you are, princess, but those tears won't work this time," he says. 

You low key got upset that it didn't work. So, you changed your tone of voice. You moan out as he punted your hole with the head of his cock, you try to grab the carpet underneath you. "You know I like anal, daddy," you say moaning while laughing a little. As you start to rub your clit you receive a harsh slap to your ass making your pussy clinch around nothing. Making him think his punishment wasn't going to work for you this time. But, you were so wrong, he was always ten steps ahead of you. 

"You think it's funny, eh? You think I can't punish you." He says pulling your hand away from your clit and replacing it with his giving your pussy a hard slap making you jerk a little. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside your pussy. 

"Your so fucking wet," he says giving your ear a small nibble. 

"Start moving," he orders. 

You start moving your hips back and forth slowly as John watches your little asshole suck in his cock in and out of you with no problem as he continues to finger your other hole. Something about your pace was making him impatient. 

"You're going to slow," he says, removing his fingers from your hole, grabbing the chunk of hair he already had in his hand even tighter, and grabbing your hip with his free hand.    

As he starts thrusting at a fast pace, making you moan. You quickly grab your husband's thighs digging your nails into his skin. You felt him twitch inside of you and a grunt knowing he was about to cum. You could also feel your high. 

"Fuck, so close" you say 

"Yeah, baby," he says, pulling out quickly just before he was about to unload inside you, he let go of your hair for a moment and pulled you to your knees. 

"John, I was so close," you yelled, hitting his bare thigh. 

"Good, that's your punishment," he said, cocking his head. 

"Open your fucking mouth and look at me," he says, grabbing a fist full of your hair. You did as you were told, sticking your tongue out as you looked up at him with your lustful eyes. 

He stands up, bringing your head close to his cock as he jerks himself off at a fast pace. Shooting his hot cum all over your face and tongue. 

John let's go for your hair, taking a step back to catch his breath and wiping the sweat off his forehead as he saw you licking the cum of your lips leaving the rest you couldn't reach with your tongue.

 You sat down, looking your husband up and down seeing the bloody marks you made with your nails from him pounding your little asshole just seconds ago. 

"Does it hurt?" You say pointing at his thighs.

He chuckles. "It's part of the territory, love" he says. 

"But to answer your question. No, it doesn't hurt at all," he says, pulling up his pants that were at his ankles. 

"Go clean up," he says walking away leaving you there half naked. 

"Really," you say in an annoyed voice while rolling your eyes. 

You get yourself up off the carpeted floor, taking your shirt off that you were wearing, and wiping the rest of the cum off your face, and throwing it in the laundry basket to wash later. You then pick up the folded clothes John threw onto the floor from moments prior to the event that unfolded. 

Whispering under your breath, "asshole."

"What was that," he asks, walking back into the master closet, knowing damn well what you said, but wanted to hear it again. 

"Nothing, Daddy," you say in a low voice. He walks closer to you, close enough for you to feel the air come out of his nose and onto your forehead. Acting all innocent, you wrapping your arms around his abdomen and putting your head on his chest to embrace him. He does the same.Thats until he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder with a nice hard slap to the ass again.  

"Guess I'll have to fuck it out of you," he says leading you to your shared bed. 

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