#always exploitable memes

[comradecowplant]

*wishing cruelty on animals but in a woke anti-imperialist way* 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[ladybyakuya]

| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + natsuki seba & yoichi nagumo.

+cw. — fem!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, canon typical themes and elements, mention of alcohol and drinking,ex.plicit smut{ mention ofunprotected, oral acts }, slight angst and fluff.

+wc. — 2k.

+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day ? Is it any different when you're with them?

+notes. — my sk days debut post. yay! yay! i just caught up with it and im still making memes in my head ( yeah, its that bad </3)tap the banner for better quality </3 cuz tumblr made it so whack after upload. the title is from a song by beach weather ( one of my recent favs ). i have some more wips on sk days but lets see if the starts align or they go against me. wanted add two more characters but i got carried away while writing. so next two for next weekend ig. if you catch my favoritism, then good. go ahead & exploit it ;) | redirect to blog navigation.

✦ natsuki seba : 

The sun has not even kissed the horizon yet. It is still afternoon. Natsuki was busy building one of his work-in-progress weapons as usual even though it was an off day. The JCC is not exactly asleep but is surely a little doused today. JCC never sleeps. You are in his dorm room, waiting for him to finish his work at least to a certain stage and then have lunch with you but you doubt he is barely aware of what time it is. You are not exactly hungry, at least not for those wet soggy noodles but you do miss him even though he is right in front of you. There are times when you have to feed him lunch so that he can keep working. The dorm room is small for two but given the habits of you two, it always works out, somehow. You sleep when he is working while he sleeps when you are busy or out to get something. But currently, sleep is nowhere to be found at the banks of your eyes.

“Natsu, come eat with me,”

Seba turns his head at first and gives you a look; a look that clearly states: “Are you mad?” Do you know how ridiculous you sound? His eyebrows grow closer while his lips pucker forming a pout and then he goes back to working again. He is mocking you. He is working while you sit idle and flip through a porn magazine from his collection. It’s funny because the porn magazine is not his. It is from Shin. He was just looking out for him. Shin thought it was highly uncanny how a guy could make weapons all day and night, and be obsessed with something so odd that one forgets to masturbate. Doesn’t even have the urge? Or better does his curious side not think about such self-pleasurable prospects? Well, what would Shin know?

“Natsu, come eat me out,” 

At first, he looks up from the device he was working on and then spares a glance at you.

You make yourself busy flipping through the pages of that lewd magazine. He is staring. You can feel it.

He goes back to work again but a second later he puts the miniature parts from his hand beside the device and turns his chair towards you rubbing his chin as his elbow stands on the hand-rest of the chair. He is considering it. Holy Shit. You did not mean that.

“Really? Can I?” There is a thin layer of sneer laced underneath his voice.

You closed the magazine and stood up, keeping it on his table. He looks at the cover and a chuckle escapes from his chest probably remembering how he got it or why you ordered him to eat you out; not that he would mind . . . his eyes are back on you again. “Now that I’ve your attention. Finish your lunch and then work on your project.”

“I’m going out to meet someone,” You try to leave but he grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of the bed. 

“You're lying.” he snorts out a chuckle.

“You know,” Natsuki gets up and takes slow steps towards you as you back away cornering you as he still holds your hand. “eating you out . . . that might just be the thing I need to finish my project.”

Wait. what?

Before you can ask anything he just puts you on his shoulders, walks to the bed throwing you on the mattress. For someone who is a weapon engineer, who does not spend time on fieldwork he sure has a lot of strength.

“I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to get your attention that’s all.” you try to protest but it does not faze him, not even a little.

“Well you did a good job.” Grabbing your ankles he pulls you towards the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. He points to the cup noodles. “And, i’m not eating that.”

He pulls down your panties and shorts simultaneously. You do not stop him because you crave him as much as he needs this to de-stress or that’s how he would put it. Spreading your legs he places a trail of tender kisses along your thighs threatening your sanity, threatening the urge to push him away but you simply do not want to do that. You want this: him worshipping you like he used to. The moment his lips graze your entrance you arch back, hands resting on the mattress and crumpling the sheets as Seba gets more devoted to the cause. You put one of your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper inclining his face a little to lap his tongue against your pussy lips. You bite your lower lip roughly before a whisper of words comes out of your mouth, “Ya know, you should return those magazines to Shin,”

“What?” he asks; nose glistening with your arousal, wet lips, cherry cheeks, and excited eyes. A curvature appears along your lips as you run your fingers through his hair and tug at it revealing his forehead forcing his eyes to close just for a second. He is still waiting for your response. 

“Nothing. Get to work,” you say and he listens to it like a good boy.

✦ yoichi nagumo.

“Is it that tasty?” Nagumo asks drinking an o-choko full of sake from your share. His face distorts feeling the strong fizziness. “How can you drink this?” his voice spikes up as he gulps it down. He hates it, hates this, that how you on every weekend would to go Sakamoto stores and buy liquor to drink out your misery. What a waste! He does not understand why you would spend your weekends drinking, especially when he is here. Sakamoto would often tell you to stop drinking but what’s the point? You nod like a good girl, buy some cup noodles and chips and after the store closes Shin arrives with the booze. Shin is knocked out on the floor already. But he is still keeping up with you not that he enjoys it but he is looking for an opportunity to make you stop and in that process, he ended up taking a few shots. He hates it, he hates this. He hates how you make drinks. It stings on his tongue. This is not because he wants to spend his off day with you. He rarely gets a day off and he can not go that to waste, can he now?

“Wanna fuck?”

You look at him with heavy eyes and a flustered face for a few seconds. “No.”

He is stone-cold sober. He is not even that drunk, to begin with. You are. You are still so dizzy and slumber threatening your eyes but you force them open divulging, “Too much work.” Ah! The slur. The slur in your voice. His head tilts as a smile breaks on his face like a plague.

“I’ll do the work.” Nagumo insists. “All of it.” His voice is low, slow. He wants to get through to you. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He does not want you to dismiss his words as just a drunken haze or something like that. He is already neck-deep in guilt for being unable to give as much time he wants, as much as the time you demand and crave from him. He can not sabotage your security but he would not deny that he likes meeting with you in secret; gives him some sort of thrill he thinks. “I promise,” he mumbly adds.

But he does not want to overdo it or wear you out. He can’t. He won’t. He is a good when he is with you. “Woah, careful.”

After moving the bottles and cups aside, now you are all on your fours crawling towards him like a cat. He can see your boobs, the nipples— everything. Wait, is that his tank top? He must have left it when he came to you here last time. He can’t remember when but he remembers he lost that one black tank top.

As you reach, your face inches away from him you lean for a kiss but he sways away. It instantly ruins your mood. He is smirking now as you are pouting. It turns into a snort. “Shin’s still here,” He points at the boy sleeping on the couch. You glance at the boy and then look at Nagumo. He is confused. You are impatient. Fuck it.

You hold on to his shoulders trying to get into his lap, legs sprawled apart and as you make yourself comfortable your legs get clamped around his waist. He does not lose his balance but rather helps you with it.

“Babe, Shin’s still here,” Nagumo repeats making you remember.

“Don’t care,” you shout and Nagumo covers your mouth with his palm while his index finger stills over his lips shushing you. You nod. It seems he got through to you.

You do not allow him to dodge him anymore.

You lean into his hand that is still over your mouth, nuzzling against his palm. He shoves his fingers into your hair, his index finger grazing behind your ears igniting your skin with goosebumps. His thumb roughly stretches across your bottom lip before you kiss the tip of it but he swats his hand away before you could suck on it; grabbing his other arm and you slide it under the blacktop. Nagumo does not squeeze your boobs. Not yet. He does not want to do it, not like this. Last time, both of you were sober and now both of you are drunk: you on alcohol and him on you. You buck your hips trying to get closer to him. 

“God Nagumo, why are you being like this? You said you'd do all the work. . .”

because it's amusing. The fact that you are scolding him with a whispering tone is making him tremble in mirth. He is barely holding it; you are frustrated, drunk, and horny. God! What is he going to do with you? Can he really hold himself back? Maybe he should not have proposed the idea in the first place. His hands are stretched, settled on the floor as he watches you: intently, nervously.

“Kiss me.”

And your lips instantly dance against his in a frenzy yet his hands are still on the floor. Even in this state, you manage to unbuckle his belt with one hand as the other works on the buttons of his shirt. It turns him on how swift you are too. You would be very skilled in his line of work. Maybe you are, too skilled that he did not even notice. Nah! you can't be a spy.

“Put it in” you command this time breaking the kiss. Nagumo was just starting to get to the good part of the kiss only to get deprived of it. He does not waste a second to abide by your said words. If he did, he might have to walk out thinking out the possibilities of how odd it was for a first meeting with you.

Strong hands against the plush of your hip as he adjusts his cock to your entrance. He pushes aside your panty before rubbing it against your entrance. Your hands squeeze the muscles of his shoulders.

“Without . . . condom?”

So, is that why he was delaying it? You thought he didn't want this but mentioned it for the sake of pity and now he is trying to get on your nerves to wake Shin up.

Your brain freezes after such a flow of info. You give him a nod.

Nagumo swallows before his cock goes inside without rubber. It's electric: the feeling of your flesh around his.

“Take me to that room,” you gasp out the words.

“What?”

“I said what I said.”

You become so handful when drunk not that he minds. He takes you to the room kicking back the door behind you to close before crashing onto the bed.

The next morning Shin has to buy a pair of black trousers for Nagumo and he does it without even questioning. He really does not wanna know what happened after he took you inside the room.

@underratedcharactercorner

@interstellar-inn

[titilationexpress]

Hypno Expression meme

Well, I did it.

I experienced hypnosis for the first time.

And it was both what I thought it would be yet at the same time, not.

I felt, for the first time in a while, the lack of a normal sense of tension or anxiety that usually always follows me, yet I wasn’t rendered stupid.

Your brain and everything in it is still there, it just is operating differently to an extent.

My hypnotist was great and really helped make the sessions both enlightening and enjoyable, but I’ll confess that I’m not normally an open person and I feel I may have been too willing to share everything.

Nothing illegal or immoral, but secrets I thought I would take to the grave were revealed with only a little push here and there.

Thus, I believe it’s something I’m going to be stepping back from for the time being, but if I’m feeling up to it in the future, I’ll explore it more.

For now, outside of art (another helpful feature from the sessions), I’m going to be light on social media and messaging as a whole.

Still though, thank you for the experiences and lessons,

Teacher.

ALTERED BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO POTENTIALLY CONTRIBUTE, EVEN IF UNINTENTIONALLY, TO THE EXPLOITATION OF MINORS, EVEN IF I’M THE SUBJECT OF THE MEME AND THERE WAS NO SUCH THING INVOLVED WITH MY HYPNOTIST. THEY ARE TOTALLY INNOCENT.

THIS EXPRESSION MEME IS MEANT TO BE SFW, AS WHILE HYPNOSIS AND PSYCHOLOGY CAN BE AN INTEREST, DO NOT EXPLOIT THE INNOCENT.

[lovingmayday]

"do i make your heart beat like an 808 drum?" — ft. shidou ryusei

now playing : your love is my drug - ke$ha

prompt : college!au shidou shenanigans (crack)—helping shidou ace his final exam. gn!reader tw: shidou being annoying and a shit ton of dirty jokes hella suggestive lol maybe kind of ooc i'm sorry

notes : i love shidou sm guys he's like a guilty pleasure. this whole fic is basically just shidou w the meme "he wants that cookie so effing bad".

"i think you look better with the glasses. like a sexy dominant secretary."

how did you get here?

you were in the university's library with shidou—the boy you were supposed to be helping study for your class' final exam. it's not something you usually do, as one of the smartest students in your block, and you honestly wouldn't have bothered. if not for the coach of your school's soccer team's persistence.

shidou was their ace. their star player. it was definitely against school policy but the coach promised you a hefty price from his own wallet if shidou passed the class because of you. and you weren't the type to turn down "easy" cash... boy, were you sorely mistaken.

there was a reason he was called a demon on the field (and, occasionally, off the field). he was a fucking menace.

shidou was sat beside you, cheek resting on his fist as his elbow was pressing on the open books on the table he was supposed to be studying. he stared at you with a dumb smirk on his face and relishing in your frustration.

you sigh and let go of your pen to rub the temples of your forehead. "will me taking the fucking glasses off help??" you ask, at you limit.

"jokes on you, your eyes turn me on more," he replies with the grin that hasn't left his face since he saw you. you had half a mind to slap it off his face but he'd probably enjoy it.

"please, for the love of god, FOCUS, shidou!"

"don't say my name like that bro i'm getting hard."

"oh, for fuck's sake!"

"stop yelling at me! i swear to god i'm going to come."

"how badly do you want me to cooperate?" shidou asks, the first time he said words that couldn't cause you to file for harrassment which made you the slightest bit suspicious.

reluctantly, you reply honestly. "was the past half hour of me basically begging for you to cooperate not enough?"

"the thing is you haven't been appealing to my interest at all, sweetheart. i couldn't give two shits about grades and stuff like that." he leans closer to you when you nodded your head, asking him to continue. "what's in it for me if i listen to you?"

you think about it. he'd probably exploit it. no, he'd definitely exploit it. but you could always mute him if he's spamming your phone or being too much. and then block him once you graduate.

"what if i give you my number?"

"come on, you can give me a little more than that."

you think about it more. he wasn't your usual type but you couldn't lie and say that he was unattractive. besides his face, playing soccer his whole life has definitely helped build his physique. and, clearly, he was interested in you (though, you're unsure if he's like that with everyone). in a different situation, you think he could be pretty fun to hang out with.

"my number and a date."

"deal! how about a kiss too?"

"don't push it."

"sweets, be honest," shidou starts, planting his cheek on the his palm and looking at you, discarding his concentration. "do you think i can pass this class?"

you let out a sigh. you're glad you've been able to get to somewhere with your study sessions—shidou's been eerily compliant—aside from the fact that he keeps getting distracted so often. "yeah, if you get a high mark on the final exam."

"that doesn't answer my question, sweetheart."

"of course, don't you trust your tutor?" you roll your eyes.

"well, i trust you but it's not like you're taking the test for me," he replies as he sinks back on his chair's backrest and lets his head fall back, eyes closing as he relaxes. "the exam's only a week and a half away and i haven't had a mark higher than 76% since middle school."

you blink at him. once. and twice. it's the first time you've seen him so calm it caught you off guard. he looked so different. he almost looked pretty if not for the subtle dejection on his features. you catch yourself staring and you coughed to compose yourself, a light flush blushing your cheeks.

"i can work with that," you say, catching one of his eyes open to gaze at you. you rearrange the papers and books on your desk to restart them. "god doesn't give with both hands, after all."

"...and that means..?" he asks, raising a confused brow and sluggishly straightening his posture.

"it means attractive people are usually not that smart. just study harder if you want to ace the test," you explain as you try to comfort him with a smile. it seemed to work.

he thinks it over and nods his head, looking back at his notes highlighted in neon pink and purple. "did you just call me attractive?" he asks, whipping his head in your direction with a growing wicked smile.

you freeze and your face pales. fuck. "i didn't mean it that way," you try to say as bluntly as possible as you looked away with your face heating up.

"are you blushing?? oh, you know i'm never gonna let this go."

the fucker actually did it, you thought when he sent you a picture of his exam (which was definitely not allowed) with his score on the upper right corner. 93% in red ink. which was 13 points more than you were aiming for.

you ended up giving him your number early. it seemed more convenient since you couldn't always meet at the library at the correct time and the other might not always make it.

you were about to type your congratulations when he sent a text.

BLOCK AFTER GRADUATION: can i claim my prize this weekend? 😈🏆

BLOCK AFTER GRADUATION: u sure u dont want to throw in the kiss as a congrats?? i worked so hard for u baby please reward me 🤕 ive been such a good boy

BLOCK AFTER GRADUATION: your the reason i barely sleep at night 🥱🍆 why dont u take responsibility 😈

YOU: you're*

BLOCK AFTER GRADUATION: god i love it when you talk dirty 🥵🥵🥵

"i still can't believe you have a liscense," you say, giggling to yourself. "and a car?!"

"chicks dig it," he says back, a side of his lip pulling upwards as he uses one hand to turn the steering wheel. he was driving you back to your dorm building after quite a successful date, in your opinion. you enjoyed yourself too much—much more than you should've, in your surprise. "plus, it gives me a lot of freedom for ride me jokes!"

"sure, must've picked up a shit ton of girls with this," you tease, rolling your eyes.

"and guys. jealous?" you could hear the shit-eating grin from his words.

"as if," you sass, ignoring the slight pang in your chest.

silence spreads in the car as you sit quietly, staring outside the car window as you lean against the door.

"do you remember the time you called me sexy and stupid?" shidou asks with his signature cheshire grin, glancing to see you whip your head as your face flushes.

"i never said stupid."

"close enough." he snickers, focusing back on the road. "something along the lines of god can't make you hot and smart at the same time, right?"

you exhale with your nose to calm your nerves. "yeah, i remember."

he fake hisses, sucking in air through his teeth. "he definitely lied."

you shake your head in slight disbelief. "you ace one test and you're this cocky already??"

"baby, i'm talking about you."

it catches you by surprise. you were about to respond but you choke and end up in a coughing fit, his cackles echoing in the car. you pour water down your throat to help you settle down. "you're so??! ok, fuck you."

"puh-lease do!!" he yells out, laughing maniacally. "you don't even believe it! sweets, you're hot shit. like, literally hot as shit."

"shut up!"

"you're voice is already foreplay to me. you get me worked up just by telling me i got a question right."

"?? what the fuck?"

"pookie, i have to hold myself BACK whenever i see you," he says, barking the 'back' mid-sentence. "baby, believe me. i would've pounced on you the moment i saw you."

you send him an amused, exasperated sigh as you watch the car pull over to the front of your building, shidou's window closer to the door. you thank him, smiling shyly as you exit his car.

before going in the building, you look back to see shidou's window open, watching you with a small smile. you pause and think it over. you shake your head before walking back to the car.

"you really want to get in my pants, huh?" you ask, a hand resting on top of his car.

"so bad," he replies, eyes glazing over your lips.

you lean over the open window, resting an elbow on the frame as the other hand places itself on shidou's neck. you hear a small hum as you pull him closer, closing your eyes. you barely press your lips against each other before shidou kisses back. you feel shidou's hand reach for your cheek, pulling your face impossibly closer as the kiss gets more heated. he kisses you back with so much fervor like he was starving. when you gasp for air, he takes it as a sign to slip his tongue in and you pull back in surprise, panting.

your eyes open to meet shidou's, starry and dilated. a chuckle almost leaves your mouth from the sight. "you're never getting rid of me," he laughs, teasingly squeezing your cheeks between his fingers.

[thesunfyre4446]

the show's disgusting and disturbing portrayal of alicent's sexuality

i'm very uncomfortable with the show's portrayal of alicent's sexuality.

alicent's "punishments" are always related to something sexual. and it's weird.

of course, there's the infamous larys scene. let's put aside the fact that this scene makes no sense, the way it is written is so disturbing. alicent is sa'd, and instead of this scene being horrifying, it's presented as deserving - alicent deserves to be sexuality assaulted & exploited like that. it's not a "oh my fucking god someone help her" moment, and it's not supposed to be. it's "lmao that bitch deserves it! only-fans meme!". this idea that a woman deserves to be sexuality assaulted makes me sick.

then we have s2 - when b&c happens, alicent is having sex with criston. b&c kinda becomes alicent's fault for... having sex? the narrative celebrates rhaenyra's sexuality but punishes alicent in the worst possible way for having consensual sex. the narrative's use of alicent's sexuality to emphasis on her hypocrisy & punishes her for it is so vile.

[solar-wing]

⚣ 5+1: TikTok Trends 🤳🏽

⚣🤳🏽 A/N → I kept seeing all these couple trends on TikTok and it made me think of how Jason would react to these very same trends with his boyfriend...so I wrote it. tee hee WARNINGS: established relationship | social media trends | relationship goals | fluff/comfort | jason's had enough |

⚣🤳🏽 Summary → Five times Y/N did a social media trend/prank on Jason and the one time the vigilante finally got his boyfriend back.

⚣🤳🏽 Words → 3.7K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🤳🏽

Social media is an interesting thing with a variety of uses. You could use it to connect with old friends from high school and college, remembering the good ole days. It could be a place to connect with other people in specific communities so individuals could find those they related to and shared similar views and interests with. More than ever, it could be used to spread activism and political messages.

For Y/N L/N, it was a place for him to display his loving and chaotic relationship with his boyfriend Jason Todd.

They both had very different relationships with social media.

Y/N was a whirlwind of hashtags and filters, a living embodiment of the digital age. His phone was an extension of his hand, scrolling through endless videos and GRWMs where they were always running late for whatever they were getting ready for.

The boy took his college studies seriously, but the thought never not crossed his mind that he could become a full-time content creator if he wanted to. Ask any of his friends or especially his boyfriend, the dude was a walking meme who kept hundreds to thousands of reaction pictures and videos on his phone which is something he successfully managed to get his boyfriend addicted to as well.

No seriously, it had gotten so bad that Bruce had to reach out to Y/N to see if he could get Jason to stop or at least delete the photos from his phone. Apparently, in their family group chat, his boyfriend had taken to sending some very targeted and specific images.

It was fine until Bruce said something about Jason being reckless or something and risking lives, and his boyfriend responded with some interesting images and a very petty caption.

Jason: this u?

It was safe to say Bruce was less than amused, though apparently everyone else found it hilarious. But, sadly Y/N had to inform the billionaire that he wouldn’t be able to get his boyfriend to stop even if he tried and that he was also a victim of this new ordeal.

Bruce was confused until Y/N showed him a picture Jason sent him after Y/N refused to come cuddle him because he was studying for a midterm.

Jason: get ur ass in here now or else...respectfully

This was the exact fun and chaotic energy Y/N wanted to share with the world on social media and TikTok. But, Jason had a different relationship with it than his boyfriend.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Jason was a firm believer in a simpler existence, preferring face-to-face conversations over likes and retweets. He possessed a refreshing aversion to the constant buzz of notifications and the pressure to document every meal or outing.

His only exception was Twitter, where he could voice his unhinged and questionable thoughts freely without raising suspicion or judgment because it was…well, it was Twitter. 

However, that did not stop Y/N from using his poor and innocent lover in his little TikTok exploits when he wanted to.

The first one was something innocent, at least in his eyes. He and Jason were in their shared apartment near Y/N’s campus. They were lying together on the couch, with Y/N parallel to the piece of furniture while Jason sat up properly with his boyfriend’s legs over him.

He was silently reading a book while Y/N pretended to scroll through social media, fidgeting now and then when Jason would accidentally tickle his feet while unconsciously rubbing his feet. Then, the sneaky little man would pull up an audio from TikTok of a man’s voice, talking as if they were on a Facetime call.

At first, Jason didn’t think anything of it when he heard the ring from his boyfriend’s phone and he knows that he frequently calls his parents or friends. Besides, Jason knows almost everyone that Y/N knows so it definitely wasn’t out of the ordinary.

So why the fuck did he not recognize that voice that was speaking on the other end of Y/N’s phone? More than ever, why was it male?!

The second he heard the random male voice ask his boyfriend why he was smiling like that, the phone was snatched out of his hand and Jason was prepared to threaten extreme bodily harm to whoever was on the other side of that phone.

So imagine his confusion when was looking back at himself.

When he noticed the recording button at the bottom, he looked toward his boyfriend who was trying his best to hold in his laughs and was doing a terrible job. Y/N made sure to snatch his phone back though so Jason couldn’t delete the footage.

Jason allowed it though despite his annoyance, seeing Y/N happy and laughing always trumped over any negative feelings he was experiencing. However, he did give his boyfriend a nice gentle lesson about what happens when he plays with the vigilante’s jealous side.

It ‘twas not gentle though, not one bit.

And Y/N was a little fucker who never learned his lesson. Proud of it too.

The second time wasn’t even a week later after he’d seen a new trend going around the clock app that he just knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Might be a little bit controversial but get ready with me while I give you my reasons on why cheating on your significant other is okay in certain scenarios.”

In under 5 seconds, the bathroom door shot open after the apartment sounded like a large predator had come running through it. Judging by the very unamused look Y/N was receiving, it may have been just that.

Y/N had to do his best not to laugh (or moan) at the image on his phone’s screen of a hulking, pissed-off Jason standing over him as he watched his skincare in silence. He knew his followers were going to get a kick out of this, probably detailing the filthiest things their horny little minds could cook up in his comment section like the little horny bastards they were.

Though, Y/N would be no better.

Jason still didn’t say anything, continuing to stare down at him like an angry parent who’d just been embarrassed in church by their child.

“Um, can I help you?” Y/N asked, desperately holding back the smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Jason’s dark hair fell over his forehead, his white streak hanging lazily between as his eyes narrowed down at his smaller boyfriend, his large, intimidating arms crossed over his chest. Y/N had to take a large breath to calm down the fluttering in his stomach.

Why did his boyfriend have to be so hot? The world was not fair.

When Jason continued to not say anything, just staring silently at his lover, Y/N decided to finish his skincare in silence while checking to make sure his video was still recording.

When about five minutes passed and neither of the boys said anything, the taller and larger male started to become slightly confused. Why wasn’t Y/N saying anything? He wasn’t crazy, knowing exactly what he heard until a lightbulb went over his head and he realized what was going on.

Once Y/N finished patting his face with sunscreen, he looked up to his boyfriend to see him with a now slightly less peeved expression and more of a smug, amused look.

“What?”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I think I’m quite hilarious actually.”

Jason didn’t say another word before turning on his heel, slowly walking out of the bathroom back towards the kitchen with that damn slutty walk of his. Seriously, why was the universe so unfair to Y/N? Then again, he definitely wasn’t complaining.

But, just because Jason realized what was going on didn’t mean he was going to just let the harmless prank go so easily. Y/N would be reminded once again how petty his boyfriend could be in the worst ways possible.

There really should be a hotline or emergency number for guys whose boyfriends decide to tease and edge them for over an hour. These crimes should not go unchecked!

Anyways…Y/N still didn’t learn his lesson. Third time’s a charm.

By this time, Jason had become well aware that Y/N would not stop using him in his little videos and pranks, so he figured if you can’t beat em, join em. He got his own TikTok account and only followed his boyfriend while also doing his best to keep up with whatever trends were going around, especially with couples so he could stay one step ahead.

This proved very useful, as when the ‘Water’ song by Tyla became a trend all over TikTok, Jason was more than aware of what his boyfriend was trying to do when he noticed from the corner of his eyes him recording him, pretending like he was just watching the videos.

Ah ah ah, gonna have to try harder than that, babe. Jason didn’t even budge like he was going to look, not like he would’ve either way.

But, he was NOT prepared to come home one day to find his boyfriend with his tripod set up, starting the countdown timer to record a video. The second the video started recording and Jason realized what song was playing, he didn’t waste a second before running and tackling Y/N out of the camera view before he could even hit the first beat.

He didn’t care if he fell for that one, those moves were for Jason’s eyes only. Something else the vigilante was going to have to remind his boyfriend about.

But, at least when Y/N looked at the footage, he realized he finally had something to post for that trend where people ran and tackled their significant others to that Barbie Girl remix. He’d always wanted to do that trend but hadn’t met Jason yet, so he was a bit too single to do it.

The fourth time was something also a little bit simple, less of a prank and more of Y/N just being a little shit that went looking for trouble.

When Jason was once again in the kitchen cooking, with his usual tank-top and jogger combo, Y/N thought it a perfect opportunity for him to get some revenge on his boyfriend since the gargantuan male always found it funny to slap Y/N on his butt hard as shit. Vengeance was needed.

So, when Jason wasn’t looking, Y/N walked into the kitchen positioning his phone in another spot so it could see the entire action, knowing if he tried to be sneaky, the vigilante would still catch on to him and turn around. He walked up behind him and gave his boyfriend a little hug as usual and a kiss on his back, something the towering male pretended not to be giddy at.

However, his sweet, tender moment was interrupted when he felt a medium-palm land on his ass with a precision aim, leaving a tingling sting behind.

“Payback!” Y/N decreed, already turning around and running for their shared room.

When he went back and looked at the footage later, he had to admit, the view of Jason turning around slowly as Y/N scurried away was very amusing. Especially considering he layered the video with the Wii Sports fencing music as his mammoth-sized man stalked after him like a predator cornering its prey.

His vengeance did not last long.

By this time, Jason had become somewhat of a regular presence on Y/N’s TikTok account, and all of his followers wanted more content with the two of them together.

So, after a long time coming, Y/N had managed to successfully convince Jason to do a video with him on camera. They decided to do the Alphabet challenge, something Y/N thought he’d have an easy win at.

He was not prepared for his boyfriend's extensive vocabulary. “Are you ready to start, honey?” Y/N started sneakily, thinking his boyfriend wouldn’t catch it.

“Bet you thought you were slick, huh?” Jason replied with his usual smug look.

“Can you be any less smug?” Y/N said with a playful eye roll.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

At that point, it was almost like they weren’t even doing a challenge, but rather doing their usual relationship banter back and forth that just happened to be getting recorded. The longer it went on, the more chaotic it became, both boyfriends pulling the absolute wildest sentences they could think of out of their mouths to throw the other ones off.

“Suck my ass.”

“Turn around”

He’d also underestimated Jason’s lack of shame and vulgarness.

“Explain how you get a body like that?”

“From fucking whiny little pretty boys like you.”

Oh.

Yeah, he should’ve thought this one through a little more.

They’d managed to go through the whole alphabet at least three times, going from bantering back and forth to Y/N reciting lines from movies he could both think of, to Jason reciting lines from some of his favorite books. The smaller man at some point figured he could start using lines from pop culture and trends to throw his colossal boyfriend off. However, he was absolutely not prepared for him to quote the Rachel voicemail, word for word, knowing how much that whole message always made him weak.

“This is for Rachel you big, fat, white, nasty-smelling fat BITCH.”

Why did he have to put so much emphasis on the ‘bitch’ part? He threw in the towel there and let Jason have it, swearing victory on their next face-off.

Now, Y/N didn’t think it would go any farther than that. He figured he would keep making videos pranking Jason and that now and then, the vigilante would begrudgingly join in.

Oh, he was wrooong…

Frankly, Y/N should have known Jason was playing a prank on him the second he called him by his actual name instead of one of his pet names. The vigilante always got upset at him when he used Jason’s actual name instead of babe, baby, Jaybirdie, love, or even just simple Jay.

So, when Jason was not only calling him by his name but refusing to touch and or kiss him at all. Y/N absolutely should have figured something was up.

When Jason got over his initial awkwardness of physical touch in their relationship, that meant became a touch-clingy animal. Whether a hug, hand holding, cuddling, or even simple finger grazes, he needed them all. And kissing, if Y/N ever even dared leave their bedroom, let alone their apartment without giving his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend a kiss, he basically committed the ultimate sin.

So, imagine his surprise when he wakes up and leans over to give his Jaybirdie his kiss, and the big lug rolls over to the other side of the bed before his lips can even get close. Never mind the fact that he woke up and Jason was not cuddling him, hugging, or even just touching him for the matter.

But, he figured Jason was just out of it, discombobulated after waking up or something, and needed a moment. Then, when he was getting ready for his classes and making breakfast, Jason came out and Y/N plated his food for him while grabbing some juice from the fridge.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

Immediate strike two.

Y/N immediately turned around to his lover who was slowly eating his food, rather than inhaling it like he usually does which is why Y/N always has to make extra because the man is still hungry after the first plate. He gave him a weird look and just shrugged it off like he was hearing things, continuing to fill up the glass of juice before handing it over to the vigilante.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

There it was again. Okay, so he wasn’t imagining shit.

And, now that he was thinking about it, Jason was acting really weird. He didn’t come in and hug from behind like he does when Y/N is cooking. He hasn’t made one lewd sexual joke all morning. Heck, he’s barely looked towards the smaller male since this morning.

“You’re welcome. Is everything okay?”

Finally, Jason looked up at him, but it was with a straight face instead of his usual small smile or even the smirk that he always seemed to carry.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know, you just seem like you’re upset about something. Did I do something to make you mad?” Y/N asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and uncomfortable. He was not used to this behavior from Jason. It was almost like the beginning of their relationship when the vigilante wouldn’t be very guarded against him because he didn’t trust him yet. A feeling he was very happy to forget.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Are you okay?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about you, I guess. You seem quiet.”

“I’m good, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about me.” Jason said, going back to scrolling on his phone while eating.

“Oh, okay,” Y/N said softly, looking down at the ground and feeling very out of place all of a sudden.

On the other end, he didn’t realize how much it was KILLING Jason on the inside to keep up this ruse. He was just about ready to fold and call it quits this morning when he turned over and avoided his boyfriend’s kiss.

Now, he felt absolutely disgusted and horrible at how hurt Y/N looked. He planned to wait it out until he got back from his classes, but he knew right at that moment he wasn’t going to be able to make it that long. He underestimated how much seeing his boyfriend upset would affect him.

“Alright, well, I’m gonna head to my class now. Text me if you want to meet up for lunch.”

“Okay,” Jason said, not saying anything else which he could see was visibly confusing Y/N even more.

He knew that Y/N didn’t like to push because of Jason’s boundaries, always rather giving him space than crowding him and trying to force him to tell him what was going on. It did nothing to help alleviate the guilt he was feeling.

When Y/N came over to try and give Jason a hug and goodbye kiss and Jason visibly moved away, the vigilante wanted to kill himself right at that moment at the wounded expression all over the boy’s face, who just moved to grab his bag, keys, and phone and damn near ran for the door. That was a clear strike three for the college student.

Absolute shit Jason felt like.

When he heard the front door open and slam, he immediately jumped up, grabbed his phone, and ran after his boyfriend who was booking it towards the stairs.

“Y/N, wait.”

When he made no moves to slow down, Jason had to pull out the vigilante moves to catch him since he was nearly out the complex door.

“Baby, stop. I was just messing with you,” He said, grabbing his boyfriend and planting kisses all over his face.

“No, that’s not funny. Get off me you jerk,” Y/N said not making any move to push Jason off which the vigilante smiled at.

“I’m sorry, but now you know how it feels,” Jason showed Y/N his phone that had been recording the entire interaction, “Payback,” He declared, clearly mocking the smaller boy.

Y/N rolled his eyes before heading back inside with his boyfriend who showered him with love and kisses for his prank but made fun of him the entire time. And it didn’t stop there.

Jason did scare pranks, couples challenges where they had to answer questions (his favorites were the ones that came with punishments like dunking each other’s head in water or getting hit with a pillow), and more.

It was the reaction memes all over again.

But, there was still one challenge he hadn’t come across yet that Y/N did and was more than ready to do on his boyfriend.

They were currently sitting in the car, spending a day out together since Y/N's load from his classes was light and there weren’t any cases Jason was working on with himself or his family either. They were parked in a parking garage outside a shopping center, having just come back from shopping and grabbing some food inside when Y/N set up the camera.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Jason asked while stuffing his face with the freshly baked pretzel bites they got.

“Saw this new couple challenge on TikTok and wanted to do it,” He said, setting up the phone mount and adjusting it so it had him and Jason in full view.

“So, I saw this new challenge where couples are asking their partners random questions about each other and seeing who knows more about the other. So me and my husband are going to do the same thing and I’m going to start.” Y/N said into the camera.

The moment it came out his mouth, Y/N could see the initial surprise on his face turn into a small smile, but he didn’t say anything or question him, so he kept going. As he did his best to think up random questions to ask Jason, he kept referring to him as his husband, increasing the smile to a shit-eating grin the longer it went.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Y/N asked.

“I’m your husband now?” Jason asked, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Y/N asked with his own raised eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” Jason said, not saying another word as Y/N ended the video. He pulled out his phone as they finished their food and Y/N showed the original challenge that everyone was doing, agreeing with him when he called the guy from the original video a complete idiot.

But, he definitely noticed Jason not being as discreet as he thought he was, immediately noticing Jason’s browser on his phone being pulled up to engagement rings.

Oh boy.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[pranabefall]

@jessamine-rose says : I wish you would write a fic where Reader ties up Blade shibari-style（╹◡╹）♡

Jessie my physical response to this is shinji chairing so hard I become a wholly separate meme entity. But as you wish ofc ofc. Wrote this for the blurb game.

warnings. ( BLADE x READER ) Shibari, yandere? Blade because this man is not normal, heavily implied sexual content but it's not as explicitly described ( are they having sex or are they not...schrodinger's sexcapade...???? ), reader and Blade are heavily implied to have a fucked up power imbalance, part 374858383 of me never writing blade and reader having a healthy relationship, reader is written with female pronouns and anatomy in mind.

There's a rasping sort of breath in Blade's chest when you touch him, vermillion burning into you with a quiet consideration as the last knot is tightened and you shift just a little on his lap. A small victory ( a lie ) for once, testing him as you stay as still as you could and watch the binds strain against his arms.

"Don't break them." You tell him quietly. You want to savour it, this rarity, the momentary dizziness and euphoria borne from your aching fingertips and the flush of your face. Blade let's out a petering breath, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

"Why?" He asks, prodding away at you.

"They're expensive, that's why. And you promised." You emphasize that work. Blade always kept his end of the deal. You're a little selfish for exploiting it, but you've been strung along enough times to want to rake yoyr nails against his scalp and make him hurt. "You never come visit me."

Blade grunts. "I'm busy."

"Too busy for me?" You mouth off, thumbs digging into his collar bone.

He shuts you up with a stern look. The heat in your gut grows ( you don't want to whimper ). "You're the one who keeps me here." You whisper, feeling your throat dry as a lump starts to grow. You will not cry. Not in front of him, even if your ribs ache and your lungs freeze over and hurt the way needles hurt. "It gets lonely, you know. You don't even like me talking to the delivery guys."

Blade stubbornly tucks the flickers of guilt away. There's a jarring emptiness there, and a hunger and something not quite sane. Human but not quite, ravenous and animalistuc and wild and awful, awful, awful. "Forget it." You hiss.

He lets you settle, the stiffness in your shoulders coming to relax as you focus on the lamp against the nightstand. He'd bought that for you a few weeks into moving in here, when you'd tell him about the dark and the shadows that seemed to stalk the walls. The day after, he handed this to you, fumbling his awkward hands against yours ( and you almost trick yourself into thinking that maybe, against the absurdity and the odds and the keen eyed gaze that pressed onto you, the two of you were in love.

It was the only time you'd smiled at Blade ).

"Is this why you're tying me up? You want me to stay?"

You freeze when he says that. You shouldn't have. You really fucking shouldn't have.

A smirk curls over his lips. A part of you hates that he is as pretty as he is, lovely — in fact. It's nauseating, almost, the way human skin folds over the things that are monstrous and horrific and evens out to a smooth finish — he's the sort of face artist's paint, the sort that scultures sculpt only tempered by the pallour against the moonshine; corpselike and dulled against his deaths.

The words tear in and claw away at an ugly simmer inside. "I don't!" You snap. "You just owe me is all."

"So you want me to stay?"

"No."

"But you are upset I do not?"

"No — I mean — " A dry choke heaves out. You wrinkle your nose and bare your teeth. "Just shut up." The ends are fraying. Blade sits up proper, cheek brushing against yours. The gesture is soft, tender, a catlike show of affection. Your hips shift. He draws in a sharp breath, a sound through his teeth. You try pushing him back. He resists.

You try again, tensing as his lips brush against the shell of your ear. A terrified shuddering sound filters out, pitching at the end when he still doesn't quite move against a harder shove. "Blade." You whisper. "Blade if you hurt me, I will scream."

"I won't, foolish girl." He chides.

"Then lay back."

"No."

Your mouth is pressed to a thin, panicked line as the terror starts to branch, grasping against the eaves and grooves of your body. Blade presses his nose to the dip in your neck. "But you promised." You whine.

Blade sighs, like you were a child kicking her feet to a tantrum and screaming, screaming, screaming. "Not to break these binds." He reminds you. You wince.

He pulls away, brow pinched. A chaste kiss presses up against your lips. You feel burned where he touches you, and you lean in, steadying yourself as you grasp the red ropes drawn across his chest and arms. "My patience wears thin." He cuts through. His hips twitch. "Move."

[possiblyunhinged]

In the past year, especially with the recent elections across Europe and in the US, it’s become blazingly clear that regardless of your political leanings, everyone is fucking fed up to the nines. You can see it in our attitudes towards traditional media and government. Sure, we land on different conclusions about what might get us out of this mess, but the reality is—it’s not in our hands. It probably never has been.

The Luigi Mangione situation has truly blown my head off my shoulders—the sheer arrogance and disconnect from normal people that traditional media and government officials have shown. Take the Mayor of New York, for instance. Sweet Jesus. He’s like a character from a shit pantomime. Whether you’re on the left or the right, he’s the villain of the piece. People are done. And let’s be real, it’s only going to get worse—because I’m a positive princess like that.

Trump isn’t going to magically make prices drop; he’s literally said as much. I can’t fathom a single politician who could genuinely make a difference when the CEOs already hold all the power. Musk and his ilk were invited to the table long ago, and let’s not forget the donors—pouring huge amounts of money into all political parties. It’s a silent agreement: their influence comes first, their profits are prioritised, and the rest of us are left to scrape by.

What gets me is how people still talk about “the rich” like it’s actors and musicians pulling the strings. Sure, they’re rolling in it, and the entertainment industry has plenty of rot, but compared to the wealth of CEOs? Negligible. The real bastards are the ones we couldn’t even name. The ones cutting corners, exploiting workers, and choking the planet with plastic while pocketing the profits.

Meanwhile, the entertainment industry puts on this Truman Show pantomime—a performance of accountability so we can cheer and boo. Every public takedown, every cancellation, every PR scandal—it’s all theatre designed to make us believe the system works. And while we’re caught up in the spectacle, what the fuck are the people at the top of the means of production doing? Bumping up their profit margins and giving themselves bonuses.

These people live without consequences. And when the internet (rightly or wrongfully) memed the murder of a CEO, they responded with Gotham-level theatrics to reassure their donors that they’ll always protect their own. They even tried to pin terrorism charges on a man whose frustrations most normal people can empathise with.

Why is it that those in power are never arsed about creating a spectacle of a CEO in handcuffs, dragged out for decades of exploitation? Because the system doesn’t just protect them—it is them.

At this point, the only thing these people are achieving is making everyone angrier. And the politicians we like? They’re the ones who seem to reflect the nonstop screaming going on in our heads. The incompetence, the lack of solutions, the sheer disregard for normal lives—it’s all making tensions worse. And it’s going to blow up in their faces. (Not literally—calm down, loves.)

I know I sound like David Icke, okay? But sincerely, I’m fed up and I would love nothing more than a shred of accountability for billionaires—and for politicians and journalists alike to do their fucking jobs.

It’s embarrassing.

[winterr-w0nderland]

I've shipped the VVV polycule for awhile, it's always been in at least my top ten since the pilot.

I 100% ship Velvette with Carmilla AND Carmilla with Zestial which has resulted in me shipping a very chaotic hateship threesome of Velvette x Carmilla x Zestial

Then I adore Chaggie but also love the idea of Velvette officially inserting themselves into their relationship by exploiting the fact they're both disaster gay in one form or another

Now I'm thinking of Velvette being part of not one, not two but THREE throuples without the others knowing so one day someone yells out "You two! Come get your bitchy girlfriend!"

Then it's immediately followed by Zestial, Carmilla, Valentino, Vox, Vaggie and Charlie all turning to look then immediately followed by them recreating that one Spiderman pointing meme

[v-ridescent]

TOMMOROW'S CATCH - 22

SO GUYSS!!!! THE WHOLE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NATION IS GETTING CRAZY, I MEAN REAL CRAZY , it wasn't just the banner but everything HAHHAHAHHA

WE'VE BEEN HAVING THESE UNHINGED AND CRAZY FICS/AUs ABOUT THE BOYS AND NOW WE CAN SEE IT IN THE FLESH. NOW EVERYONE IS EITHER COMPLAINING OR LOVING IT AND I LOVE THE CHAOS.

1. TOMMOROW'S CATCH - 22 MEANS

ILLOGICAL!!!!!

YES SO THE VALENTINE BANNER WAS REALLY INSPIRED TO BE INSANE LIKE HOW WE ARE GETTING INSANE THAT WE'LL ENJOY OUR VALENTINE IN JAIL HAHAHAHA OR MORE SO A DYSTOPIAN WORLD.

From what I searched in the internet (Merriam webster), CATCH - 22 came from a 1961 novel in by an author Joseph Heller.

The History of Catch-22

The original catch-22 was a governmental loophole involved in Joseph Heller’s satirical novel Catch-22. Heller’s novel follows the exploits of a bombardier in World War II, and in doing so shines a light on the relentless and circular bureaucracy of war and wartime governments. The term is introduced to describe the apparent loophole, or catch, that prevents a pilot from asking for a mental evaluation to determine if he’s fit to fly:

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane, he had to fly them. If he flew them, he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to, he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.

Catch-22 appears several times in the novel, always invoked to explain a contradiction or an inescapable paradox caused by the rule itself. It was adopted into general English to refer to an illogical situation, or a problem in which the solution is denied by the problem itself.

I haven't dug down the rabbit hole as to why it was meant to be CATCH - 22, because it's just the title okaaaayyy and it reallY suited the theme for this banner.

IT WAS LIKE ASKING THAT YOU NEED TO ACCEPT THE PROBLEM TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM.

2. HAIRSTYLES AND TATTOOS AND CLOTHES

So remember that after we got the topless feature, there's a lot of edits that the three boys had tattoos and different haircut. There's long hair, short hair, MILITARY CUT, BALD , wolf cut and mullet but hahahahahahhahaha I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE EVERYONE WERE EITHER COMPLAINING AND LOVING IT(2) .

BUT TWITTER(X) GOT MORE BEEF WITH THE BOYS IN EDITING THEM INTO MEMES, THANK YOU.

LASTLY, MC IS SO chef's kiss like look at this!

only to have this HAHHAHAHHAHAH

HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH its like this meme

[chaos-chloe]

First Date?

Summary:It was a typical evening in the virtual realm of Discord

TW: Friends to Lovers?, first date planning

You had just wrapped up a recording session with your crew and Pezzy , your best friend and a talented speedrunner. The dim light of your monitors cast a cozy glow across the room as you settled into a voice call, ready to unwind and share some laughs. Pezzy was already knee-deep in a chaotic speedrun of a notoriously glitchy game, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist at a concert.

As he raced through pixelated landscapes, dodging enemies and exploiting every corner of the game, you chimed in with pointers and strategies, referencing the glitch where a character could slip through an invisible wall to bypass a tough sequence. “If you angle the jump just right,” you said, trying to inject a dose of enthusiasm into your commentary, “you can save at least five seconds here!”

Pezzy’s concentration was palpable, his eyes glued to the screen, a sly grin creeping up as he executed a flawless maneuver that even astonished you. But as you started elaborating on a particularly tricky glitch that not many players knew about, he suddenly interrupted.

“Let’s skip the small talk and just go on a date.”

The statement hung in the air, a surreal pause punctuating the usual banter of your friendship. You blinked, a mixture of surprise and confusion washing over you. Have you misheard? Was this Pezzy's way of joking? A playful distraction from the intensity of the game?

“Uh… what?” you stammered, trying to process the sudden shift from gaming strategy to… well, what sounded suspiciously like a romantic proposal.

Pezzy chuckled, pausing the game momentarily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, think about it,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hands raised in a mock-innocent gesture. “We’ve spent countless hours grinding through levels, trading puns and strategies; why not take it a step further? Why can’t a gaming call be a date?”

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, his enthusiasm getting the better of his usual joking demeanor. “I can bring the snacks, you bring the memes, and we can speedrun our way through the pizza delivery time!”

You laughed, the absurdity of the suggestion momentarily sweeping away the confusion. “So you’re saying our date is just going to be another typical ‘us’ thing?” 

“Exactly!” he grinned. “Just more pizza bites and fewer glitches, maybe? No interruptions from the game.”

A comfortable warmth spread throughout the call as you considered the idea. While you both had always seen each other as close friends, the notion of embracing a different kind of connection, even if it remained within the realm of gaming, felt intriguing. You tossed around the idea of what a ‘date’ meant in the context of your friendship. 

“Alright, fine,” you finally relented, humor lacing your tone. “What does this date entail? Are we still going to argue over who plays better, or will we act like proper date-goers and just enjoy?”

“Definitely the former—who could ignore the chance to continually roast each other?” he replied with a glee.

As he resumed the game, the laughter between you became effortless, the banter an infusion of energy into the call. The idea of a date transformed into a charming concept full of inside jokes and peculiarities only the two of you could fully appreciate.

In that moment, amid the chaotic sound of game effects and the thrill of competition, the line between friendship and something deeper blurred into a scintillating mystery—one that would keep both of you on your toes, not just in games but perhaps in navigating this fresh, exciting territory of connection.

[violetgroans]

So, the Luigi Mangione situation has been consuming my thoughts for days. Honestly, I’m surprised to see even those who typically consume right-wing media starting to connect the dots.

Kyle Rittenhouse was hailed as an “American patriot” and a “hero” by right-wing media like Fox and co, not because they’re anti-establishment but because they blindly support the establishment. After his acquittal, conservative media framed his actions as self-defence, the ultimate embodiment of “law and order.” But let’s be honest—this wasn’t about justice or morality. It was about doubling down on a toxic gun culture, one that upholds violence as a virtue when it aligns with their politics.

Take Donald Trump, for example. He’s their golden boy, the so-called saviour of the working class, but what did he actually do for anyone struggling to make ends meet? He gave billionaires a massive tax break, slashing corporate rates to 21% and leaving crumbs for everyone else. Universal healthcare? Forget it. Trump spent years trying to dismantle the Affordable Care Act without even pretending to offer an alternative. And wages? They stagnated while he bragged about a booming economy. He couldn’t stop talking about low petrol prices—as if that fixes lives ruined by medical debt or the soaring cost of living. Meanwhile, his obsession with fracking wasn’t about energy independence; it was about making oil companies richer.

Trump’s entire existence is proof that capitalism rewards incompetence if you’re born into the right family. He’s failed at business after business, but the money and connections always find their way back to him, bringing power along for the ride.

Now compare that to someone like Luigi Mangione. Here’s a guy from a privileged background—an Ivy League graduate, no less—who allegedly assassinated UnitedHealthcare’s CEO, Brian Thompson. And why? Because Mangione had seen enough of the system Thompson profited from: a healthcare industry that lets people die while executives rake in bonuses. Mangione reportedly left behind a manifesto condemning health insurance companies for putting profits over people. Even Daily Mail readers, who’d normally back the establishment, are expressing sympathy for him and calling out billionaires. When even the most propagandised audiences are waking up, you know something’s wrong.

This isn’t complicated: poverty kills. Debt kills. And billionaires like Thompson—who faced criticism for policies that punished patients seeking emergency care—are perfectly comfortable profiting off that suffering. They sit in their towers, insulated from the consequences of the system they exploit, while working-class people are forced to choose between survival and dignity.

What billionaires should really fear is us realising we’ve been played. For decades, they’ve worked to convince us our biggest threats are each other—minorities, immigrants, anyone but them—when they’re the ones pulling the strings. Without our labour and endless, soul-crushing consumption, they’re nothing.

Do I feel bad for a billionaire who’s scared? Not in the slightest. They don’t know fear the way we do. They don’t have to worry about eviction notices or medical bills. They’ve convinced us their success is aspirational, but it’s all a con—a rigged game that keeps them on top no matter what.

I hope the Luigi Mangione case sparks a backlash they can’t ignore. I hope it forces people to confront how deeply this system has failed us. The media will try to spin it, of course. They’re already working to humanise people like Thompson, men who built their careers on denying claims and leaving sick people to fend for themselves. Meanwhile, these same journalists won’t write about kids being pushed into poverty or the way empathy disappears when a rapist gets elected to office. It’s so absurd it feels like a cruel joke—like we’re being manipulated for laughs as reason abandons our collective psyche.

People have turned this murder into a meme, and they’re being condemned for it. But billionaires, propped up by the likes of Murdoch, have relied on our desensitisation for decades to amass wealth and control political narratives. The internet makes that harder for them now, and they know it.

And people are tired. We misdirect our anger into the wrong places, often at each other, and can you blame us? What have protests actually accomplished lately? Millions marched for Palestine—one of the largest demonstrations in recent memory—but did it stop the US or UK from backing Netanyahu? Of course not.

So where do they think all this frustration is going to go? Because one day, it’s going to boil over—and no amount of money or media spin will protect them.

[spaghettioverdose]

The thing I can stand the least about the culture around dnd 5e genuinely is how as a DM you get treated like a minimum wage worker and you're not even at least getting paid. Like that is just how it feels to be a DM. And on top of all the regular bullshit that you are expected to do, there is also a culture of "let's fuck with the DM". So many memes and popular posts around D&D revolve around bypassing an area, restriction or bossfight the DM prepared for hours or doing some unfunny horny bard joke when the DM is trying to build tension or doing whatever annoying exploits you found on reddit and for... what exactly? To prove you're smarter? For the meme?

Your friend works several hours to build up a dungeon or encounter to entertain your annoying ass and you decided to throw it away for fun?

It's not even that 5e just encourages a toxic adversarial relationship between DM and player, the way the player is encouraged to view the DM is as a monkey that will dance on command.

D&D isn't a game where you can do anything and go anywhere. No ttrpg is, unless it's a solo rpg. You have to keep in mind what the other people want to do. Including the person running it. The DM wants to be entertained too, otherwise the whole thing will feel like a job or a chore.

Most people start with D&D 5e (I did too) but if you're thinking of getting into RPGs, just skip 5e. Especially if you're thinking of running the game. There is a very good reason for why there's always a shortage of DMs within the community. Figure out what genre of fantasy or scifi or whatever you want to play and find a game that works well with it. There's many, many other games that are vastly less shit to run or play than 5e. There is literally no reason to play 5e even if you like the genre that it actually covers. There are games that do everything that 5e does but better.

[nictelsm]

Have you noticed how everybody forgot how to edit the exploitable (They're not called "templates" you normie fucks) out of a meme that has text? We used to have the exploitable without the text and it allowed us to type the joke from scratch, and each result always looked great. Now these lazy iFunny jerks can't think straight.

Let me use the Sandwich Chef as an example.

[nothingenoughao3]

The mundane horror of "I Saw The TV Glow" [spoilers]

But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-- It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. -"George Gray", by Edgar Lee Masters

There is a genre of horror film, one of my favorites, called transcendental horror.

In transcendental horror works, the protagonist "enters a state of communion" with the monstrosity that has tormented them for the entire tale. In some of the most famous examples, the protagonist becomes united with the source of horror: either coming to share the monstrosity or cult or aliens or gods' point of view, or literally becoming one with/possessed by/joining their ranks.

The moment of communion is most often visually communicated by a scene in which the protagonist stares into the camera with an expression that is most often joyous and always iconic. The joyfulness is what haunts the audience afterwards, and why these reaction moments so often become memes: they stick in the folds of your brain, making you wonder how the hell someone could be that happy about what they have surrendered themselves to.

(Or you didn't pay attention and you think that, because someone is happy, what happened must be good. Whichever.)

Anyhow, I have been thinking about how "I Saw The TV Glow" takes some of the tropes of transcendental horror and reverses them into something else.

The world of The Pink Opaque is a scary world I wouldn't want to be in. Despite the cool effects and the thought of having psychic powers--of being special, a protagonist, a Chosen One--I, and most people, don't actually want to be a part of that universe. Most people prefer to interact with monsters through the safety of fiction. Jokes about monsterfucking aside, most of us humans are generally glad that there are no monsters, and given the choice to be in a world where there are monsters--real ones--we prefer the one in which there are none.

But, like, the assumption in (say) isekai tales is that our Mundane World is the Real World, and the new world the protagonists visits is always framed as being a fantasy. There is always the assertion that the Cool World with monsters and danger and psychic bonds is, to a degree, false; it is governed by trope rules the protagonist can exploit, or the protagonist has a magical item that permits them to return to the Mundane World within some limitations. Foundationally, characters who begin the tale in the Mundane World are of the Mundane World, and hence, nearly always want to return there, if possible.

The horror of "TV Glow" is that the Mundane World is the artifice, a fantasy concocted by Mr. Melancholy to dupe his dying enemies into thinking they are two teenagers in the Mundane World. One of them realizes it, and in a moment of almost-dying ecstasy, is transported to the real world of The Pink Opaque. She tries to return to rescue Owen, our protagonist.

Only Owen doesn't leave. Confronted with the transcendent, he chooses the mundane. Because it's safe. And boring. And that means it must be real.

So in transcendental horror, the protagonist usually has that moment of gazing into the camera, where the camera/audience is a substitute for The Horrors And The Ecstasies. And one might notice that Owen does this with some frequency. Often, but not always, when he is narrating. Almost as though he is a character in a horror TV show trying to find the invisible-to-him camera to which he should speak, as though he is almost naturally aware of the audience, of us.

Consider that the first shot up there is the second time we see Owen at all--him gazing into the camera, having been changed from a heroine into a teenaged boy moved to wordless wonder by a television advertisement.

Most of the other moments captured above are of him watching The Pink Opaque, narrating, or realizing the fourth wall does not exist. Moments which are, for him, transcendent: which ought to lift him out of the realm of the mundane and transport him to something bigger, better, and in his case, realer.

But no. Instead of the grinning joy of other transcendental moments in other films, his reaction is bland to horrified. And he doesn't choose to commune with what frightens and thrills him.

He chooses the mundane.

Note here that even though he should be looking at the camera, and--especially in the final, devastating shot, should be looking at it constantly--he doesn't. We feel disconnected from Owen because we're so used to him making casual eye contact with us, the audience, at this point. Despite actual proof, his rejection of the transcendent, of who he could become, of how he could truly live instead of existing, is complete. He no longer narrates. He no longer acts like a character aware of the camera. Even his moment of terrible joy when he should be looking at us--he's looking in the mirror instead.

And then he crams himself back into his work uniform and, gasping for air, apologizes to everyone for making a scene because he's got this new medication, because that's the sort of thing all of us (disabled or queer or queer and disabled) have said when we had a breakdown at work, maybe because we realized at work that we were trapped and couldn't get out and won't somebody help us we can't breathe.

Owen chooses the mundane--the closet, the expected costume of his assigned gender, the normality of the family he loves which we never see--and it kills him because it's not real.

It's something I have thought about every day since I saw the film. Normally, horror films make you frightened that The Monster Is Real or The Killer Is Hunting You. This one did something even worse; it made me doing my chores, doing mundane stuff, inherently scary.

I don't have a real ending for this, so happy New Year.

[animentality]

Do you think, if Durge had a kind of breakdown in front of Gortash (the crying, sobbing kind) that he would be affectionate or sympathetic about it? Or do you think he’d be put off by it & see it as a sign of weakness?

I’m asking you, as the durgetash guru, for a little help here .

I have a meme answer first.

which is that he would be so incredibly rock hard at the sight of the dark urge having a breakdown.

whether you think they were just fuck buddies or deeply in love, the man would absolutely be aroused seeing someone he regards as an equal on their knees, vulnerable and exposed ;)

now on to a serious answer... I have two.

if we go by boring canon Gortash, then yes, he would be turned off and rather disgusted by such open emotions. after all, he admires the dark urge for their self control and their logic. he wouldn't be too pleased to see them having a breakdown. he wouldn't like, end an alliance over it, but he'd always be watching the dark urge, wondering if this could be a potential weakness in the future to exploit, make sure they go along with one of his plans, or whatever. plus he wears a coat that prevents him from being overwhelmed by emotions. of course he's gonna look down on others having strong emotions they can't control, because his stupid coat makes him immune, and he thinks that makes him better.

but if we go by delululand Gortash, who is infinitely more fun.

I still think it depends, because this Gortash would look at a broken, bitter creature crying at the unfairness of it all... and he'd see himself. and that wouldn't feel comfortable. he might not scoff, but he wouldn't be sympathetic, he'd brush it off, and say you need to keep it together (like I am).

I don't think he has the most empathy, lol, even for someone he likes, and what he has is cloaked in shame and disdain and self hatred.

so that's my answer, anon.

now. though.

consider.

after the dark urge dies... Gortash thinking about the one time he saw them break down... and wishing he had said something better. done more.

maybe it would haunt him, actually. thinking about all the things they never could say to one another...

wondering if maybe... if he hadn't been so scared of something he refuses to speak into existence... maybe they could've... maybe they wouldn't have died.

at the very least, they could've known that he cared about them, that someone did, when they died.

but alas.

oooofies.