#and a bunch of people naively reblogged it

[vimbry-moved]

seems very weird to refer to people using different types of websites as migrants and refugees while often in the same breath criticising them for ruining tumblr "culture". idk idk. it's probably not that deep but it feels, tasteless at best.

[bluegiragi]

I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz and soap in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting (months before this incident) other art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. The art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for over six months. The callout in question has framed me as a close friend of theirs when, in truth, our total timeline of interactions could probably be counted on one hand, and I haven't interacted with her in so long that I genuinely forgot I was still following her.

The crux of all is this is that I did not unfollow + block this artist earlier on when the racist art was posted months ago, and then I retweeted a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

The pedophile claims are because I retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con without reading all the squares properly, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it. All in all, the post was on my account for maybe a few minutes.

The zoophile claims are because people say i support someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs, and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

The anti-asian racism claims come from the original accusers in the callout thread thinking that I made Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive as a way of making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid in that AU and cats are sensitive to light.

I tried addressing all this in a casual way earlier on in a misguided attempt to sort things out more 'civilly', and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it clearly- yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist directly to the wolves - I genuinely believed them at the time when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time, but not unfollowing was a decision that I made. I know now upon reflection that it was naive of me, unwarranted and frankly irresponsible to take a stranger at face value and believe they had good intentions, when the act of not deleting the post in question was evidence of a lack in remorse. In the moment, I'd thought back to my own personal experience with a friend of mine who used an asian slur in my company, who later sincerely apologised and legitimately cleaned up his act after I gave him a second chance. It informed my choice to not unfollow at the time, but there's a difference between someone you know irl for months and a stranger on the internet you've interacted with a few times. I shouldn't have coddled them in my response, and I'm sorry for not treating it with the severity it deserved. It was callous, and stupid, and indicative of internal biases that I ever thought it was a light enough offence to "see through", and I deeply deeply apologise. I promise from the bottom of my heart to do better.

That's everything so far. I didn't unfollow an artist when I absolutely should've, which i'll always strongly regret. I also retweeted a properly-tagged fic on my clearly 18+ nsfw account. I've undone both of those actions now. I hope this can be the end of it.

[todorokies]

RUMOR HAS IT - suguru geto

✩࿐ the streets of london have now been considered a danger for citizens when a blood hunger vampire prowls looking for their next lady in waiting . . .

contents: very suggestive, fem!reader, vampire!geto, geto is bewitched by you(r blood), nanami cameo, nineteenth century gothic victorian era, this leans towards the thriller side, reader is a bit naive, a wee bit of manipulation, blood drinking, usage of ‘m’lady’, inspired by the song ‘rumor has it’ by adele & this tweet, 2.5k words

a/n: there is a lot of imagery written !!! i truly hope u all like it, reblogs & supportive feedback is welcome ik the wc is a lot but pls bare with me :”) . . . apart of @kentopedia’s ‘love through the ages’ collab

the sun has begun to shift into its everlasting transition of casting soft orange hues of light that are softly entangled with a dark shade of blue that covers up above. the moon had tucked its companion away for the time being as it began to come into view.

the current state of main street however didn’t reflect the tranquillity of peace; the town clock had loudly reverberated alerting the public of the danger that would soon lurk.

citizens both young and old trampled out of buildings leaving a simple gust of wind in their wake to reach their residences.

a curfew had recently been implemented by the town council in order to reduce the sudden influx —dubbed as animal attacks— of women being found lifeless on the cold streets, with their blood being completely drained from their bodies.

but alas, the troublesome rumours of the attacks being performed by a person rather than an animal, rattled in, heightening the unpleasantries.

the rotten smell of fear lingers in the air with the pumping adrenaline coursing through the towns folks veins. if the perpetrator weren’t foolish enough, an entire course meal has been presented onto a platter for them.

“staring won’t do you any good if you end up dead.” nanami, your coworker, noted who was packing the last of the bakery’s unsold goods in a bag to be taken home.

you quickly drew away from the windowsill, “doesn’t the site of it all make you miserable. this new curfew has done nothing but made everyone even more frightened.”

nanami’s features softened and pursed his lips in a thin line before sighing. “the curfew is sensible in hindsight, but when rules are enforced people have a sudden urge to break them, mainly to figure out what animal—”

“—or person,” you sharply cut him off which causes his eyebrows to crinkle.

“i mean, let’s face it, what kind of animal leaves two perfectly clean puncture wounds on the neck and abandons the body as it is without any carnage?”

a beat follows before you continue, “this is obviously the work of some mad scientist in town looking to make a name for themselves.”

he sighs, “animal or …person, you shouldn’t be standing here chatting with me about it.”

his eyes twinkle with remorse whilst handing the bag of baked goods over to you, “i could chaperone you to your residence, you do live on the outskirts of town. i deeply worry about your safety.”

you lightheartedly scoff, politely waving off the suggestion. “nonsense kento, i always seem to have luck on my side, the walk home will be uneventful as always.”

he frowns at this.

you can be extraordinarily stubborn at the most inappropriate times.

“besides what would society think once they see an unwed woman getting escorted by the opposite sex. you should hurry home yourself! send my kind regards to yuuji for me.”

you bunch up the detailed lace of your overflowing gown in one hand while holding the brown bag of pastries in the other.

swiftly scurrying off into the abandoned streets, “do take care of yourself!”

“get home safely and hurry before the streetlights turn on!” nanami yells out the door before locking up the establishment and heading on his own way.

the cobblestone beneath your feet painfully ached and crumbled apart with each passing step you took. shutters from other houses forcefully swung open from the wind that picked up overtime, soon a ghastly fog began to move in, hindering some of your vision.

you truthfully dreaded this. nanami’s offer is still mulled in the back of your head, you mentally slap yourself for dismissing a comforting and preferably safer option of returning home.

however, dwelling on the what if’s have never been your cup of tea, instead you attempt to take in the scenery of the town in it’s glory.

the eerie atmosphere reminded you of an agatha christie novel you’ve once read. the fond memory warms you up in the dead of night.

soon your manor appears into view. relief immediately washes over you, a small breath of air exited your lungs.

but then you hear it; an extra set of footsteps a mile or two from behind you that rippled the cement.

too heavy of a stride to be another woman in heels and too human-like to be a four legged animal. with each step you took, they would take on another, almost in sync to throw you off their suspicions.

you felt bare and exposed as the only thing that you could focus on was the tangible breeze rattling your bones, fingers turning numb and losing its feeling. your head buzzed considering the only two options to best handle the situation: continue the venture to your housing or confront the entity.

continuing your journey would result in the mysterious entity gaining knowledge of your location. whereas, standing idly waiting for the perpetrator’s next move would result in you being the newspaper’s front headliner.

you’ve concluded the mental battle with yourself on cutting through the woods and loosing whomever is behind you in the dust.

just as you were about to pick up your feet, a tap by a set of fingers rippled against your shoulder causing you to shriek.

“m’lady, i believe you dropped this.” a sultry voice booms through your ears that belonged to a man so majestic you couldn’t comprehend. your breath staggers while your mouth hang slightly agape.

he was as pale as a lilith in its full bloom but still managed to glisten under the moonlight. monolid eyes sharpened that showcased nothing but intensity and gluttony.

you couldn’t dare away, especially not when his gaze has your flesh burning to the touch as heat pools between your legs, an endless void of lust and mystery.

somehow breaking out of his enchantment, you regain consciousness, blinking away the blurriness and swiftly take the handkerchief he handed to you and stuff it in your dress pocket.

“o-oh, thank you kind sir,” your words heavily slurs past your lips.

his overwhelming aura seemingly switches, presenting more of a laid back approach when speaking to you.

“what’s a dream like you doing roaming the streets at this hour?” he inquired.

it’s almost like whiplash— fear surging from every portion of your body to feeling a sense of ease with his presence around.

your face warms up. subconsciously picking at the skin that surrounds your nail beds. “just trying to make my way home, i had picked up a late shift from—”

“the bakery in town square, correct?”

taking a step, his taller frame leaned a quarter into your personal space suddenly being consumed by his aroma. sweetness mixed with a hint of sandalwood and lavender.

his fingers weakly pranced around a single strand of your hair that had been loose, meticulously swirling it about in a specific way that only pleased him.

only then were you able to come about his long raven locks that were styled in a charming half-do that seemingly blended in with the sinful sombre of the midnight sky.

your pulse amplified, picking up like the speed of lightning. your hands soon began accumulating sweat just by a single question.

despite town square serving the population of two countries bound together, not once have you had the pleasure of encountering this man.

he was far too bewitching to grace the status of a commoner. no, he must be a figure of royalty or at least had rich wealth flowing through his blood, but he showcases no obvious signs of luxury.

just who was this man exactly?

he watches you regain control over your psyche, backing away which lets the strand of hair he possessed on his finger seemingly bounce free.

“enlighten me. how do you possess knowledge of the location of my employment? my eyes have never seen someone of the likes of you before.”

he senses utter hostility from you. the entire cobbled street reeks of your fear. he can practically taste your appetizing disdain on the tip of his tongue.

his bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth to conceal the withering moan that elicited from his core; you’re unsettled by him which only fuels his erogenous.

he playfully surrenders his hands in the air as if you had just caught him in an obtuse act, “what, pray tell, are you insinuating?”

you scoff, “do you take me for a mockery?” your voice doesn’t waver, eyebrows cinched together with lips into a firm line.

he simply tuts, “only a well put together woman like yourself could gain employment at such a high end bakery that stands in town square. i based such an assumption off my judgement . . . forgive me, m’lady.”

your eyes cautiously scan his face to detect any signs of playfulness that went against his explanation. when none was present, it was your cue to ease up on your suspicions.

with a sharp intake of air, your tense shoulders unwind themselves from your ears as you straighten out your dress trying to knead at any wrinkles.

the bakery in town has built a famous name for itself, being known as one of the most ancient buildings standing tall, as well as offering fresh pastries throughout many wars and battles.

different hierarchies from all across the globe have made it their mission to invest in a trade deal of importing the bakery’s goods in exchange for many benefits.

“then again, you find yourself situated on this street conversing with an utter stranger during after hours. so pray tell, who exactly is the jester here?” he dryly asks.

the warm energy circulating between the two of you came to a sudden halt as the tension quickly grew cold.

his voice is fervent. a barbaric ignorance flows naturally in his tone as if he was challenging you, which is much different than how he addressed your inquiry.

truthfully suguru was growing impatient by the minute. he has worked all of the charms in the book but you still haven’t given him an opening for what he wanted the most. your body, soul and most importantly; your blood.

he salivated at the sight of the minuscule veins on your neck becoming more prominent when your voice raises an obtuse or two.

the excruciating torment of his body thumping with thirst made his head throb. his tongue swirled hungrily around his sharp left fang in anticipation. 

if you had blinked, you would’ve missed how he traveled at the speed of light. a gust of wind swept through the streets as a strong swooshing of air caused the ends of your dress to get caught up in the wake. suddenly, you were face to face again with the mystery man, his nose ever so gently grazing yours, feeling his cold breath onto your lips.

his eyes carefully scans your features, taking notice of the crease between your eyebrows. “you aren’t aware of my name yet you give me your time of day? or rather night that is? i feel honoured.” he purrs.

your heart collapses to your feet. what in god’s name were you doing?

allowing yourself to get seduced by a nameless maniac on the street at the devil’s hour. letting your head get filled to the brim with such deception and trickery. your bread must’ve gone stale and you hadn’t noticed until now how terribly your feet ached from standing for so long.

your brain screamed at you to pick up your feet and dash out of a sickly situation you’ve unfortunately found yourself in. but to no avail your soles stood firmly in place, you pitied yourself for still being under his aphrodisiac.

your eyes sting as tears begin to well up into the base of your waterline. he shushes you by lightly tapping his index fingers against your bottom lip then leans into the shell of your ear, “you were the most naive out of others yet the most challenging one, what is your secret, m’lady?”

the only thing you could muster up in the moment was a faint, “p-please don’t hurt me…”

to that, suguru’s current expression gets replaced by a look of genuine remorse. he smiles fondly, his eyes forming into crescent moons. “you mustn’t worry, i have different plans for you. now be a darling and tilt your head for me.”

his eyes glowed a crimson hue that casted a reflection in your own eyes. his divine string of words compelled you to follow his demand, having no conscious influence over your own actions.

he could see your arteries viciously pumping oxygen. unstable hollow breaths depart from your plump lips.

what a delightful sight you are.

finally, his fangs penetrate your fragile skin causing goosebumps to arise upon impact as angry scarlett red seeps out of the two puncture holes he’d created.

you gasp, your head is frantically bubbling with heat as your knees buckle, static shoots through your joints feeling vibrations all over your body.

he gently cradles the back of your head with one hand using his grip to better his angle on his landscape. drowsiness consumes you whole. feeling yourself slowly slipping into a labyrinth that only the man in front of you has the key to.

your whimpers and soft pants fill the air. your stomach soon coils with a pleasant sensation of pleasure, you’ve truly gone mad as you bite your lip to cover up the choked up moans from the pleasurable aches of pain.

your eyes roll back to the sky, mentally counting the stars until your body decides to shut down what leftover functions it had left.

your eyes softly flutter open, wincing almost immediately from the dim overhead lap that shines directly in your face.

you’re currently lying on top of the broody velvet red loveseat that resided in your manor’s foyer. how you got home is beyond your comprehension.

suddenly the horrific memories of this particular night floods in your head like a tsunami.

that man… his fangs…the blood.

your hand quickly flies towards the area of the wound that resided on your neck, which to your surprise, is covered by a heavily padded gauze that will soon need to be changed once you get up.

who or what brought you home and tended to your wound? was it that man or maybe he had left you on the streets, barely alive when another lost soul roaming at the witching hour took you home.

you spot a glass of water on the floor that had a note taped onto it next to your bagged pastries. you cautiously pick up the glass to hydrate your overly dry throat then carefully peel the paper off the glass to read the note.

the contents of the note reads:

i have seeked high and low for the purest form of life, to find a companion worthy enough to indulge me in this wretched world of misery but yet, you were found from right under my nose.

your purity sings to me like a songbird o’holiest of thee. a crystallized soul patiently waiting for a body to mold.

your blood is as rare as black dahlia, hidden deep within the nooks of clouded nostalgia. your pastel beauty is the cure to my everlasting torment in hell.

i will return for you, my love.

always and forever yours, suguru.

tags: @cawwn @osaemu @yunymphs @megumimania @dollria @maeby-cursed @get0

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[genericpuff]

All That Glitters is Not Feminism - An Analysis of LO's Brand of "Feminism" and What Remains of its Fanbase (A Prologue)

So I referenced a certain article in a recent reblog/ask response and I just need to talk about it because what the actual fuck-

This has to have been written by either a bot or a hater who's reached peak god tier level at playing the long con sarcasm game because NOTHING about this feels sincere or even factual. Much of it almost has to be read in a mocking tone for it to make any real sense.

It says "Lore Olympus" (literally in quotations) in just about every single paragraph over and over again and every single talking point revolves EXCLUSIVELY around Persephone, which I suppose comes as no surprise considering that seems to be all the comic - and its fanbase - cares about at this point.

I really love (/s) how Persephone's "evolution" is being naive and then 'blossoming' into an independent woman who relies entirely on the rich man who groomed her to solve all her problems.

Also all she's done since becoming Queen of the Underworld is abuse lower class people. That's the stuff feminist dreams are made of <3

While we're talking about the main leads, "poster child" is definitely a word for Hades, I think a more appropriate term would be "literal child". And boy howdy, 'god of consent' sure is a title to give the guy who ripped out a lower class satyr's eyeball and beat him half to death.

This man owns slaves, btw. And both he and his "powerful wife" are equally horrible to lower class people, especially women.

This is hands-down the funniest section of the article and we're only three bullet points in.

Thetis and Persephone have never even so much as spoken one word to each other outside of the courtroom that Thetis technically put her in after plotting against her for an entire season.

Eros is a man. Nothing wrong with that but it comes with the unintentional icky hilarity of implying that because Eros is the gay best friend, that means he's a woman.

They literally don't read this fucking comic-

Everyone always relies on this weird talking point of Demeter not being able to "let Persephone go"... y'all, she just didn't want Persephone to outright move to Olympus, she wanted her to commute. That was it! That was literally the only problem! She wasn't preventing Persephone from pursuing a higher education or telling her she wasn't allowed to work, she literally fucking encouraged it! And with the added later context of Persephone killing a bunch of mortals - and, ironically, the fact that Persephone was assaulted/put in harm's way by TWO SEPARATE MEN in the first two days of her time in Olympus - yeah, I don't blame Demeter for not wanting her daughter to move cold turkey actually LOL

Also hilarious that they claim Rachel has turned "tradition" into "innovation" when the only thing she's managed to do is set back modern feminism in her young adult readers by 80 years and re-establish misogynist brainwashing in her adult ones. Rachel, your fanbase was literally shipping a victim of abuse with her abuser just a few days ago.

oh boy this is uh

this is some cult shit ngl

and the "rewriting the script of Greek mythology" part is VERY concerning knowing what we know about Lore Olympus and who it was written by. This is literally cultural appropriation, full stop, and it exists because Lore Olympus - and works like it, made by people like Rachel - exists.

I can't even commit to the original theory that this was written by a bot because it all feels very pointed and intenetional. This is being written by someone who, at the very least, REALLY sucks at media analysis and writing, because the entire article is just "Lore Olympus, buzzword, Lore Olympus, buzzword, buzzword, Lore Olympus", it's like a white knight incantation for guilty virtue signallers who have zero clue what they're talking about. And at worst, yes, it's appropriation from someone who doesn't mind taking a culture's stories and myths and promoting their erasure by people outside of the culture like Rachel.

And that's it, that's literally the article lmao

*EDIT: There was a section here before addressing the writer of the article from a very opinionated POV that, while isn't unusual for what I do here, did feel necessary to remove after I was contacted by the article writer who addressed the flaws in their original article and is now seeking to correct them with revisions/an article rewrite. So I felt it only fair as a compromise to at least remove that section as it really doesn't have a whole lot to do with this post as a whole and can be removed without entirely ruining the flow of this analysis. If/when that article is rewritten, I'll be revisiting this post and my overall analysis !

And honestly, it's all really telling, because this does accurately reflect the state of the LO fanbase.

Not only do many of the people who defend this comic like it's their job not pick up on the blatant misogynist tones that are going on in its narrative (I can't even call them "undertones" anymore, they're no longer that subtle) but whether or not they even read the comic at all is up for debate with how much stuff they tend to get wrong in their own arguments and justifications. And this is something that's VERY regularly seen in the fanbase discussions, readers will constantly be unaware of things that happened because they skimmed through it at lightning speed just to see if Hades and Persephone kiss and so they can get the top comment on Webtoons so they can be "ahead of the fanbase". It's no wonder that Rachel has gotten used to getting away with retconning things because her fanbase didn't even read what she established the first time.

Rachel's fanbase was literally defending the romance ship of an abuser and his victim on the newest FP episode preview. When that FP episode came out two nights ago and Hera said, point blank, that he didn't love her but abused her, I could only think of that portion of the fanbase who was very audibly simping over Kronos in the IG comment section. Are they actually having their moment of shameful clarity now? Or are they just gonna move the goalposts and pretend that didn't happen?

I don't want to say anything bad about Shelby here because she really seems like she's fighting for her life on this site that she's trying to get off the ground, but a lot of her other articles also come across as very one-note while being peppered with buzzwords that make it seem like what she's talking about is "progressive" when it really isn't. Case in point, Lessons in Chemistry has been commonly criticized for not actually appealing to the demographic that its Mary Sue-ish main character is supposed to represent - women in STEM career fields.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Lore Olympus is not 'feminism', it's white feminism that is designed to appeal to predominantly heterocis white women who think the solution to misogyny is to willingly submit to it and accept the status quo - that it's "empowering" if the woman is smiling and having all her needs paid for by a man. Sure, I can accept that different women will be looking for different relationship dynamics, some women genuinely are happy being in a relationship where they support their husbands first and foremost. But can that truly be called feminism? Or is the real feminism the choices we make along the way that we should be given the freedom to make?

It says a lot about the folks who tend to regularly prop up LO on a pedestal like this as some "revolution in feminism" despite the contrary after spending more than just 30 seconds skimming the attention-grabbing art, and Shelby is just one of many. She's not the worst of the bunch, though.

That goes to someone else who I want to give proper light to in their own essay. Someone who definitely earned a good stern talking-to this past week and has, thankfully, had consequences dished out to her for her horrible actions towards queer POC writers.

If you know, you know. If you don't, buckle up.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I like your blog, we've been mutuals for years. But blogging about the met gala when there are children dying in Gaza? Fuck the met gala and your celebrity worship

at what point have I made it seem like I don't care about/support what's happening in gaza? I don't share a lot about it, but that's because most of what I see have graphic images and videos attached to the posts, and while I understand the thought process behind sharing them to make it seem more real to people, I'm uncomfortable with it because I know that if I was in that situation, vulnerable and injured or dead, I wouldn't want people gawking at me online just so they can pat themselves on the back for 'suffering in solidarity' by making themselves uncomfortable and miserable looking at me. I'm trying to be respectful. I've still reblogged things about gaza though. but honestly, if you've been following me for years, you'd know I'm a pacifist and wouldn't need me to make a statement saying I don't support people being killed. my God, dude.

also, celebrity worship? I can't even tell you who half the people at the met even were. I just like fashion. I post about a bunch of different things on this blog, and you haven't complained about that, so where's the threshold for things people are allowed to enjoy while bad things are happening in the world? fashion is off limits, but doctor who isn't? I can still post about musicals and not support murder, but aesthetic pictures are on par with launching a bomb myself? I truly hate to break it to you, but sharing links on tumblr is not going to fix this situation. denying yourself any shred of entertainment or enjoyment does not give you a moral high ground. what's happening is horrendous, but even if this is somehow magically peacefully solved tomorrow, there will still be other atrocities happening elsewhere in the world. that's unfortunately just how life goes. in no world am I saying we shouldn't care about every single atrocity that happens, I'm just saying if you can't find some time to be happy in your own life just because bad things are happening to others, you will never truly live a life at all. it sucks! but that's how it is. it's like when someone close to you dies, and the first time you laugh after you've started grieving feels like you're betraying them. but you aren't betraying them for continuing to live, just like you aren't betraying anyone else in the world who's suffering just because you don't spend 24/7 thinking and talking about them.

I do truly, genuinely, hope this all comes to a peaceful end, and soon. I'm not naive enough to believe for certain that it will. but I do know, at the end of the day, people are already aware of it. people know what's going on. sharing photos of dead and mutilated babies will not make any difference. you, and I, and everyone else online are not going to personally save gaza. pressure needs to be put on the people who can actually do something to make a change, and they don't care about what's online. arguing with people because you don't perceive them as doing 'enough' isn't going to accomplish anything other than getting them to a point of making them eye roll whenever they see you post, because at the end of the day, unless you're literally a top politician, you are doing the exact same amount to help as someone who reblogs less posts than you. sorry.

[sarasa-cat]

Drinking coffee. Feeling too exhausted to work (dealing with a lot of local shit that is truly shit -- broken things that absolutely need to be fixed, etc.).

Was looking for this One Particular Post that was going around the other week that, frankly, ground my gears. It was a bunch of tweets or skeets from some 20-something noob who claimed to be Really Knowledgeable about Things(tm) that was basically a "there isn't much to worry about with the incoming administration (US) because [short laundry list of exceedingly american thinking mixed with naive ignorance]" and I was just...

Okay. If one more person reblogs this I'm gonna write an epic post explaining point by point why this is, at best, dumb thinking that gives people a temporary warm fuzzy and, at worst, dangerous propaganda (albeit probably 100% unintended but who knows, I didn't go beyond one level of indirection to figure out who the tweeter/skeeter actually was).

Thankfully I cannot find that One Particular Post.

People have stopped reblogging it to the point that it just doesn't appear on any of the half-hearted searches I have done for it.

And that to me is a good sign: people realize it is bullshit.

[intomusings]

﹒﹒  guts   sentence   starters    !

my  brain  goes  ahhh  !  guts by olivia rodrigo just dropped and it's been on repeat  in my household .  olivia rodrigo  can do no wrong in my opinion and i  realized  that  the  lyrics  make  for  some  perfect  sentence  starters  —  so  under  the  cut  you’ll  find  a  bunch  of  heart  wrenching  and angsty one  liners  .  if  u  found  this  useful  ,  feel  free  to  like  or  reblog  to  boost  this  .

﹒﹒  all - american bitch  :

" i feel for your every little issue , i know just what you mean .. "

" you know me , i forgive and i forget .. "

" i got what you can't resist "

" i know my place and this is it "

﹒﹒  bad idea right?  :

" haven't heard from you in a couple of months .. "

" i'm out right now and i'm all fucked up "

" i know we're done , i know we're through but god when i look at you .. "

" seeing you tonight , it's a bad idea , right ?

" i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect ? "

" i only see him as a friend .. "

" i know i should stop but i can't . "

" i'm sure i've seen much hotter men but i really can't remember when "

﹒﹒  vampire  :

" i loved you truly "

" i've made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine "

" i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naive "

" every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad news "

" you called them crazy god i hate the way i called them crazy too ! "

" you're so convincing , how do you lie without flinching ? "

" can't figure out how you do it and god knows i never will "

" you said it was true love .. "

" you can't love anyone cause that would mean you had a heart "

" i tried to help you out , now i know that i can't . "

" how you think is the kind of thing i'll never understand "

﹒﹒  lacy  :

" did i ever tell you i'm not doing well ? "

" i see you everywhere .. "

" i'm losing it lately . "

" well aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist ? "

" my stomach's all in knots "

" you got the one thing that i want "

" it's like you're made of angel dust "

" it's like you're out to get me "

" you poison every little thing that i do "

" i just loathe you lately "

﹒﹒  ballad of a homeschooled girl  :

" i don't think i get along with anyone .. "

" i guess i should go .. "

" i told secrets i shouldn't tell . "

" i made it weird , i made it worse . "

" oh god , what did i say ? "

﹒﹒  making the bed  :

" i thought it so i said it "

" sometimes i feel like i don't wanna be where i am "

" i'm so tired of being the girl that i am "

" i'm playing the victim so well in my head "

" i got the things i wanted , it's just not what i imagined "

﹒﹒  logical  :

" god , you're so good at what you do . "

" i'd put myself through hell for you "

" hear all the rumors lately that you always denied "

" you convinced me , it was all in my mind "

" changing you is possible .. "

" i'm sure that girl is really your friend "

" our problems are all solvable "

" why do i do this ? "

" i know i'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible "

" i know i could've stopped it all .. "

﹒﹒  get him back!  :

" i met a guy in the summer .. "

" i wanna get him back "

" i wanna make him really jealous "

" i really miss him and it makes me real sad "

" i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh "

" i am my fathers daughter so maybe i could fix him "

" i wanna key his car "

" i wanna break his heart "

﹒﹒  love is embarrassing  :

" i told my friends you were the one "

" you said space was what you need "

" i waited by my phone like a goddamn fool "

" i consoled you while you cried .. "

" how could i be so stupid ? "

" you found a new version of me "

" i give up everything "

﹒﹒  the grudge :

" one phone call from you and my entire world was changed "

" you took everything i loved and crushed it between your fingers "

" i doubt you ever think about the damage that you did "

" i hear your voice every time i think i'm not enough "

" how could anybody do the things you did so easily ? "

" i say i don't care , i say i'm fine but you know i can't let it go . "

" i fantasize about a time you're a little fucking sorry "

" i try to understand why you would do this all to me "

" do you think i deserved it all ? "

" you have everything and you still want more "

" but even after all this , you're still everything to me "

" i know you don't care "

﹒﹒  pretty isn't pretty  :

" there's always something missing "

" i don't know why i even try "

﹒﹒  teenage dream  :

" it gets better , but what if i don't ? "

[nazmazh]

You are a lying scambot.

Get blocked and reported, and go to hell for trying to bilk kind and generous people out of what little money they have.

*****

Common scam tells: Blog as a whole has little activity, period - None before 2 days ago, all of which is reblog of popular tags and emotionally-charged causes; Appealing to minority identity (in and of itself not always bad or false - But just the way it's tossed so casually into the bio; Bio in this case tangentially mentions insulin, which is what the bot/scammer is trying to claim they're begging for, but in many cases, I've seen the bio expressly have the same begging ask, often with a header/profile image of a hospitalized person or someone definitely with a medical device of some sort;

The Big Tell - Randomly sending a begging ask to someone they've had no personal interaction with whatsoever prior to this point. Generally, even when people on this site are campaigning for their own legitimate crowdfunding stuff, they post it to their own timelines, and maybe put a bunch of relevant tags onto it. They might ask people they know, or who are known boosters of crowdfunding things to reblog it. What they don't do is barge into the asks of random strangers.

And if they are doing that? Even if they're "more-legit" seeming than an easily spotted fake - Still don't fucking trust them. Be incredibly suspicious of anyone you don't personally have a long-established relationship with hitting you up for money. Even if you do have that relationship -

Still be suspicious.

One, they could have had their accounts compromised, if you want to believe the best in your internet friend.

Two, pig-butchering doesn't necessarily have to be someone looking for a greedy, naive dipshit to fall for a fake crypto scam after being buttered-up and having their egos flattered. If the angle of "But don't you see, I'm your friend? Won't you help me with this condition?" works better on you, personally, than the former, they'd absolutely try that instead/too.

Three, even if they are who they say they are on the surface, and not just someone trapped in a fraud-factory overseas, forced to try and catfish and scam people, there's always the possibility that they are, just a plain-old, homegrown scammer.

Trust *nothing* and *nobody* on the internet. Doubly so if you don't actually know who they are. Doubly-so if they contacted you out of the blue. Infinitely-more-so if there's any sort of monetary ask involved.

[photon-geyser]

hello rotumblr!

Hi! My name is Irid and I'm fifteen years old. I don't really expect to get a lot of attention here, I'm kinda just using this blog as a journal, or just a way to document my Island Challenge for now. I don't know i there's really anything else to say about me... Oh, I call Melemele Island home but I've never really left it! Um... Feel free to ask any questions, I guess! I'm travelling with two of my friends too, so you might see them talk on here too!

Oh, er... My name is Melanie. I'm fifteen as well, but I'm not really a Pokemon Trainer. I'm just accompanying Irid along his Island Challenge because... Well, I'd like to see Alola for myself. I haven't seen much of it despite living here my whole life. I don't think there's anything else to say...? I'll be typing in blue.

Hiya! My name's Kōnane. Big shocker, I'm 15 too. I completed my Island Challenge a few years ago, but I'm redoing it again with Irid! I figured it'd be a good idea to keep an eye on these two since they're exploring Alola by themselves for the first time. Besides, what's not to love about travelling with your buddies? I'll be typing in orange, by the way!

I just kinda started on my Island Challenge, so I haven't really gotten to catch a lot of Pokemon, but these are the ones I have so far!

Pierrot / Brionne / F Timid, very finicky.

Bunicula / Lopunny / M Lonely, a little quick tempered.

Truco / Zorua / M Rash, loves to eat.

Flicker / Ribombee / F Hardy, sturdy body.

Bub / Ampharos / M Bashful, sturdy body.

Sword / Umbreon / F Naive, somewhat vain.

Current Status: Pausing my island challenge for now.

//OOC below the cut!

Hello! This is a slow eeby blog is run by the mun behind @aspen-in-da-crater which is where follows and likes will come from!

I saw a bunch of people plus two of my friends doing the whole slow eeby deeby thing, so I wanted to try it out myself. Since this is a slow eeby blog, there is a blanket body horror warning for this entire blog. I will be doing my best to tag things accordingly but please let me know if I forget to tag something!

Additionally, this blog will involve/discuss high stakes events involving the plot of USUM, such as Aether Paradise, Ultra Space, and Ultra Megalopolis. I should also note, I won't be explicitly revealing what Pokemon Irid will become just yet, but I think it should be fairly obvious already, or at least once things get rolling.

This blog will be taking place during the events of Pokemon Ultra Sun and following it's storyline. Melanie and Kōnane are both roughly based on/take inspiration from Lillie and Hau, however, they are both their own individual characters.

Guidelines/Rules:

Irid is a minor. Behave accordingly.

I have a specific canon I'm working with for this blog so if an interaction seems to strongly go against it I might not interact, but honestly, the whole multiverse thing makes that a non-issue.

Pelipper Mail is ON.

Pelipper Unmail is ON.

Musharna mail is OFF.

Musharna malice is OFF.

Magic anons are OFF.

I may turn the above on or off as I see fit or for non-canon special events, but we'll see.

Tags:

#iridisms ⇌ Posts made by Irid.

#irid reblogs ⇌ Posts reblogged by Irid.

#interview with irid ⇌ Asks answered by Irid.

#mela posting ⇌ Posts where Melanie speaks.

#konane posting ⇌ Posts where Konane speaks.

#iridescent horrors ⇌ Irid specific high stakes.

Irid looks like the PFP.

Kōnane (left) and Melanie (right)

[just-a-kiss-away-from-reality]

I was just a teenager when I discovered Rooster Teeth. It shaped so much of my younger years. Back in the days before i really understood appropriate behaviours. I know that some staff didnt mind the shipping stuff but, obviously thats different. Its just so odd to think about.

Those Minecraft Lets Plays were some of the only things I looked forward to back in the day because even when i felt alone at least i could watch a bunch of people who were friends playing a game i also enjoyed.

And of course, I got older and outgrew that content, I learned better habits than shipping real people regardless of if they said it was okay.

I still fondly remember the time Micheal and Lindsay visited and a group of us went out drinking, i was such a silly kid back then thinking id want to stick around micheal because he was funny, but found myself gravitating towards Lindsay the most, having really great conversations with her. Naturally vibing with her personality. I still remember her complimenting my handmade necklace.

Meeting Ray and Jack around the same time, and getting to see Barbara and Arryn at the local convention.

Hell, i even got to see Monty in a panel a couple of weeks before he passed. I remember the shock of that information and not being able to process it because i had JUST seen him with my own two eyes in front of me, and how my breakdown over such a concept like death resulted in me taking time off from my course. Because i had never really been exposed to that before. And that kinda scared me.

It’s such a weird, bitttersweet, melancholy feeling to see this company that shaped so much of my younger years, something thats been around for two decades, suddenly come to an end.

After distancing myself for the obvious reasons, i didnt think i would feel this sad?

I cant ignore what the reality was like in the later years. Im not naive. But i cant help mourning something that was such a pillar of my youth. Of people i actually met and felt the warmth from.

This was a decent chunk of my life. And its just… ended.

I can only hope that community members will archive as much of the content as they can. I dont want to lose access to the things that helped me get through the days when i was young.

I guess thats it. I just wanted my thoughts down here where no ones going to care or read them.

I hope no one reblogs this.

Thankyou Rooster Teeth for bringing joy to my life at a time when I needed it.

[thevioletcaptain]

Hey, so ODAAT has been renewed for another season - despite not winning that stupid poll. Hope it feels good knowing you supported a bully for nothing. But on the upside, at least we know what you're truly like now.

Which of these two things legitimately sounds like bullying to you, anon?

Person uses harsh language to address an issue that is important to them, and then immediately and sincerely apologises for the way they went about it as soon as they realise that they unintentionally hurt someone with their poor method of delivery.

Person sends antagonistic and insulting anonymous messages dredging up week-old wank to someone who has stated—twice—that they are done talking about the topic at hand, with the sole purpose of mocking them for having taken a stand on something that succeeded without their help.

Honestly, anon. Tell me.

Which one of those scenarios actually meets any kind of standard for bullying?

I think we both know which one fits. And I also think that if you weren’t at least a little bit aware of that, you’d have had the guts to send me this message without hiding behind a grey face.

So, yeah. You know what I’m “truly like” now, but in case there’s anyone who still doesn’t get it, I’ll spell it out:

I’m the kind of person who would rather be disliked for taking a stand on something that I think is meaningful than be liked for my silence.

I’m the kind of person who thinks that it’s more important to follow my moral compass than to ignore it just to gain the approval of some strangers on the internet.

I’m the kind of person who looks at this message—spiteful, gloating, generally mean-spirited—and wonders how on earth she ever had anyone who would send something like this among her followers. Because this is some straight up bronly-level garbage I’m seeing here.

And shockingly, when people send me anonymous messages that read like they could have been ghostwritten by k*lios, I struggle to find any reason to want them--or anyone who thinks like them--to approve of me.

So if you do? Unfollow me. 

Sure, I’ll be sad to see that number drop, but on the upside--at least I’ll know what you’re really like.

[max1461]

So a while ago there was a post saying something to the effect of "you (ordinary Americans) have more in common with ordinary people in China than you do with American billionaires", and there were a bunch of right-wingers in the reblogs saying it was obviously wrong. And, look, I guess in some sense it comes down to how you define "things in common", but like...

As someone who has had close relationships with people from many different countries (China included), and also with people of many different economic classes: yes, class very very plainly has a far larger impact on one's everyday life than culture does, at least within the developed world, in my experience. Of course this is anecdotal. But, genuinely, I think if you are a working- or "middle"-class American and you believe you have more in common with American billionaires—in terms of day-to-day life, in terms of aligned interests, whatever—than you do you with working class Chinese people, you are ridiculously naive.

[eostar-a]

Good people of tumblr I beg you to hear me.

I really need more people to be watching the Hulu series The Great.

I don’t normally do this because most things already have a fandom but I think more people would be watching this if they knew it was fandom material. Most importantly to me, I don’t know how to make gifs and I don’t want to learn, but I do want to look at ones that other people make.

(This is semi spoiler-y but mostly not.)

If words can’t convince you, maybe AO3 tags can.

SLOW BURN / ARRANGED MARRIAGE / ROYAL AU / MORALLY QUESTIONABLE / REVERSE MUTUAL PINING / LOVE TRIANGLE / LOVERS TO ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS

and the SECOND SEASON IS ABOUT TO DROP.

I swear to god no one is paying me to say this I just want OTHER PEOPLE to make content for me to consume.

I will give you a brief overview of the first season if you aren’t already sold.

Our protagonist is Catherine. Catherine is clever and naive and a little bit annoying but also a Queen (literally and figuratively). She comes to court already super in love with Emperor Peter and does everything for him even though he’s sort of a psychotic spoiled narcissist who acts like a little boy but also ~LOVES WHEN WOMEN~ and gives major HIMBO.

Again, abusive psychopath.

Eventually she realizes how shitty he is (he really is! I’m not defending him, but I’m also NOT saying he’s NOT sexy). Have we culturally agreed yet that people can be morally abhorrent and still sexy? Not sure. I’ll go on.

Catherine and her friends plan to overthrow Peter and put Catherine in charge. Whether this is based in real history is beyond me. No clue. We both have google.

Peter picks this guy ^ to be her lover so she’ll stop being depressed. He’s great, I don’t remember his name. Short king. They’re very cute and revolutionary together and eventually Peter gets jealous of him. Everyone wins.

(Honestly if more people watched this show I would love for there to be a rival ship who was super into this guy, however, I, personally, go for the psychopaths. )

There’s a bunch of other cool fun characters including :

THIS GUY because apparently people still watch Doctor Who.

And these two who are SEXY and MARRIED and BOTH in love with Peter.

I’ll make it simple for you:

In Season one Catherine makes plans to overthrow Peter, at the same time feeling confused about her feelings for him? Actually maybe she just hates him.

And did I mention? Peter starts out indifferent to her but she expands his heart and mind and he falls hard for her because she’s the only person who doesn’t worship him.

You guys. Do I need to say more? I will.

In the trailer for the second season (no spoilers) it’s clear that now PETER’S GOAL WILL BE TO GET CATHERINE TO LOVE HIM BACK ❤️‍🔥

go ! watch it ! the new season is out on November 19 and I don’t want to be the only person who cares please reblog this for my sake so maybe someone else will hang out on this ship with me thx so much bye ✌️

[bi-lullaby]

@humandisorderincarnatedean I had to resort to reblogging bc this will get long bc this topic always gets me rambling but as a preface, I’m using goody-two-shoes as a bit of am umbrella term for “some combination of good and/or /kind/moral/upstanding/nerdy/sweet/bubbly/shy/dorky/idealistic/earnest/awkward”, plus a general sense of being the (seemingly) tiny minority of people in fandom who tend to have the main characters and good guys as their favorites and genuinely enjoy their faves good and almost boring lol (For example, I wouldn’t describe Harry Potter, Rhaenyra Targaryen, or Meredith Grey as goody two shoes by any measure but they’re MCs who are good people [generally speaking] and/or “the right side” and I really love them).

One of my other top-of-the-podium, lomls characters ever is Steve Rogers aka “you don’t get cheesier than that unless your name is Clark Kent” (which is one of my favorite quotes about him floating around tumblr lol, also someone I very much parallel Dean with) Also Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place) Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Adora (She Ra and the Princesses of Power), Maggie Pierce, Arizona Robbins and Maggie Pierce (Grey’s Anatomy), Danerys Targeryen, Ned, Sansa and Rob Stark (ASOIAF), are characters I very much love and will defend from any accusations, from mischaracterizations to being called boring or too much or naive or lacking depth or whatever. I also was on the very small starting brigade that wanted to see Percy Weasley as more than the flat, evil, boring, lackluster, lesser of the Weasley siblings back in middle 2010s lol.

Also I tend to dislike the jokster/prankster/bad boy/cheap comedic relief/lothario archetype (which Dean was [is?] very much showcased as on here in “mainstream”fandom). Like, I never really enjoyed the Weasley twins and my favorite interpretation of The Marauders is that they’re just dorks who are almost sickeningly sweet to each other, the idea that people truly, genuinely simp for Loki or Aemond Targeryen makes meLeo Valdez from PJO/HOO never really… Did anything for me? Same with a whole bunch of Marvel characters lol.

Which I guess can also get us into how Dean is seem and presented both in and out of universe vs how he presents himself vs how he thinks of himself vs who he actually is (a whole lot closer to the first set if characteristics while also having both a facade and genuine elements of the second one) but then I’d need a whole bible here lol. (back when i did “which house/personality type/percy jackson cabin do you think this character would be” I’d literally spend an hour on Dean bc each of these is a whole rabbit hole lol)

Volleying that back, you say you knew you’d love Dean bc of the kind of character he is so pls expand my worldview and tell me about which characters you find similar and enjoy, if you’d like!

So I went through the last page of your blog and am now making it my own little personal dash by going through it all because I really like your spn opinions and Dean-loving and it’s really funny bc it seems a couple years ago you were like “Awww look at those two they are my babies love The Brothers™️ show” and mow it’s evolved into “if anyone looks at dean wrong I’ll claw their eyes out - Idk abt Tall One™️ ” (very very valid of you)

(I’m kidding ok but also those are very much the moods I swing between when watching this terrible, incredible show so I wanted to bring it up lol)

aw 🥹 I'm flattered love that you like my posting so much <3 I try my best you know!

and lol whenever I look back on my older posts that's the exact same impression I get 😆 I used to be a little more of a bibro before I grew into my bitter deangirliness. even though honestly I still love sam a lot!!! yeah, he used to be my second favourite character, and he's not really anymore, but he's still definitely top 10!!! I loved posting about sam and dean being brothers tm so much, I still really love their relationship- but over the years the need has arisen for me to defend my best boy from all of the terrible opinions, and that's taken priority for a long time, you get it, you know how it is. they ARE indeed our babies, you are exactly right about that- but also: protecting dean takes precedence.

thank you for the message, love <3

[luxeavenger]

The Past Is Now Part Of My Future

Main Masterlist | Backstage Pass Masterlist | Ko-fi

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x female!reader

Words: 2148

Summary: Bucky tells you how he got his prosthetic arm.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, nsfw blow job, snowballing

18+ ONLY PLEASE! MINORS DNI. If you hit Keep Reading you agree that you're 18 or older. I do not consent to any part of this work being read by anyone under 18 years of age. If I find out, you will be blocked.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Please reblog if you enjoy!

“Bucky?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“How’d you get your metal arm?”

The hum of servos is clear in the inky darkness of the bunk; Bucky flexing his black and gold fingers, pondering the movement that—despite the mechanics—is as familiar to him as the back of his own teeth.

“Well, did you know Stevie and I used to be soldiers?”

“What? You’re joking, right?”

“Nope. I enlisted at eighteen, and Steve a year later when he turned eighteen. Things seemed a lot easier back then. We had strong backs, good knees, and we were hopelessly naive, as most kids are at that age.”

A muffled thump in the darkness as Bucky lets his arm fall to the mattress.

“Well, being two strapping, young, naive lads, we were told we qualified for a ‘special program,’ along with a few others, and we were so eager to serve we didn’t really ask many questions.”

“But you should have.”

A soft chuckle, and the cool metal hand lands on your hip.

“Yeah, kitten. We definitely should have read the fine print. We were given this experimental serum stuff. It wasn’t until after we’d been injected that they told us it was supposed to turn us into badasses. Stronger, faster, harder to damage. Super soldiers. Some real sci-fi shit. Most everyone else they'd given it to at that point died or went batshit insane during the change.”

“Did it hurt?”

His thumb taps an agitated staccato on your hip.

“It did. I think it hurt Steve way more than me though. Did you know he grew ten inches?”

“The hell you say!”

“It’s true. And he doubled his weight and then some. He used to be such a little pip squeak. Always starting fights, he had a huge chip on his shoulder. He was an artsy kid. More into drawing and D&D than sports. He was bullied a lot.”

“It’s hard to imagine anyone bullying Steve.”

Bucky snorts.

“He’s still got a chip on his shoulder the size of Canada. I’m the one everyone’s scared of, the tattoos, attitude and arm scare people. But talk shit to Steve once, and you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor.”

His voice is warm, and full of fondness.

“Did you grow too?”

“A little. I put on quite a bit of muscle. Didn’t get much taller than I already was though.”

“Were you guys… did you love each other back then?”

“I know I did. I think Steve did too. But it wasn’t until a few months after we got out that we fessed up to our feelings and started fucking. Not long after that is when we formed the band.”

“When’d you meet Nat and Clint?”

Huffed laughter sounds in the dark.

“They served with us. I thought you wanted to hear about the arm, kitten?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He pats your hip.

“It’s okay. Anyway, you know what an IED is, right?”

“Those are, like, bombs?”

“Close enough. We were in a humvee with a few other soldiers, Steve was driving, an IED went off on the road just ahead of us. Steve was quick enough to avoid the worst of it, but it rolled the humvee. Now, the serum they gave us jacked our metabolisms way up. Which affected a bunch of things about our bodies, but the important one here is that it upped our tolerance for pain.”

He pauses for a moment. His chilly thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip. You sense through the darkness that Bucky is struggling, and the pregnant silence makes you feel bad for asking. His throat clicks loudly in the darkness and you open your mouth to change the subject, but you don’t get a chance to say anything before Bucky starts again.

“I guess I didn’t realize how hurt I was. Or that I was even hurt at all. But I looked over at Steve, and he was knocked out, he… uhhm… he hit his head on the steering wheel, and blacked out. I… I freaked out. I was terrified I was gonna lose him. There was so much blood. His door, it was bowed in, it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t get it to open. I started yanking it, and-uh-I-I tore the door off. Like, the whole door.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to tell me this if it’s too hard. I don’t want to upset you.”

“No. It’s okay. I just-it’s okay. I tore the door off, and grabbed Steve, and pulled him out. Then I went back for the other two guys. I thought Steve was bleeding a lot. There was so much blood. By the time the rest of the convoy caught up there was a huge puddle of it around his head. One of the guys kept yelling something at me, and handing me first aid shit. Which I used on Steve, obviously. Anyway, we loaded Steve into the other humvee and hauled ass back to camp.”

“Was Steve still bleeding when you got back?”

“Well, I was covered in blood. At the time, I thought that meant that Steve was still bleeding.”

“It was your blood, wasn’t it?”

“Most of it, kitten. The blood in the sand around Steve was mostly mine. All but a little bit of what was on my clothes… it was mine. Turns out, my arm got pretty beat up in the rollover. We never figured out exactly what happened to it. Ripping the door off the humvee didn’t do it any favors either. They cut my shirt off because by then I couldn’t actually bend it. It looked like raw hamburger meat, but with a lot more blood.”

“Shit. Did it hurt?”

Quiet hums come from the dark, and Bucky flexes his mechanical fingers. Inches from his face he feels the slight displacement of air against his face when they wiggle. He blows out a puff of air, which doesn’t touch the ghost of his hand at all.

“I couldn’t feel it. That’s how I knew they’d be removing it before they broke the news. They made a big show of trying to save it. Well, that’s how it seemed anyway. I guess it’s probably normal to try to save a person’s limb though. How would I know? But by eleven o’clock that night I was officially a fucking amputee.”

“Is that when they put that one on you?”

“Not quite. They gave me an honorable discharge, which I turned down. Steve and I had a few months left on our tour, and I told them I’d go ahead and wait until mine was up to leave. Someone had to keep Stevie’s ass out of the fire. I guess they felt like they owed us bigtime for being their lab rats and volunteering to get the serum, so they told me to take the discharge, and they’d keep Steve out of combat for the rest of his tour.”

He snorts a laugh.

“They made him Captain America.”

“Wait. I know who that is! That was Steve?!?”

“Yup. That was Steve. Well, he was the first Cap anyway. He’d make appearances in arenas all over the states to drum up new enlistments. A great, big, beautiful propaganda machine with a perfect ass. He was basically a dancing monkey, but at least it meant no one would be shooting at him. And it meant the US government could try to make it up to me by giving me this sweet little arm.”

“Why is it metal?”

“It’s called vibranium. It’s found exclusively in this beautiful little land-locked country in Africa. They’re light years ahead of us in tech, and it’s the only place on earth this vibranium shit is found. Apparently it came from a meteorite. How’s that for sci-fi shit? ”

“The only thing more sci-fi is if it had come to earth in a spaceship.”

“You can take that to the fucking bank, kitten.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Buck.”

“Nah. Forget about it. I’m a fucking cyborg! It’s hard to be bitchy about that, yanno?”

The divider to the bunk snaps open. It’s dark outside of the RV, so nothing changes, except the strong bite of whiskey in the air, and the way the mattress dips under Steve’s weight.

“Hey. I was up top stargazing. What’d I miss? You guys asleep?”

“No Stevie. Bucky’s telling me how he got his arm.”

“Oh yeah. My knight in shining, standard-issue army fatigues.”

“Don’t be mean, Stevie.”

“I’m not, doll. He really was—he is—my knight.”

“Let’s not exaggerate, man. You were fine.”

Steve’s bulk shifts from one end of the bunk to the other where Bucky is situated.

“You didn’t know that when you saved me, Buck.”

A quiet rustling and more humming from Bucky’s arm. Then a long, shuddering exhale.

“Fuck.”

“Is storytime over, Bucky?

“Yeah. For now, kitten.”

“Then can I help Stevie?”

“You absolutely can.”

You inch toward the creak in the mattress with an outstretched hand. Your fingertips meet the peach fuzz on the shaved side of Steve’s scalp. You slide them upwards until they card through the longer hair on the top of his head. His head is gently bobbing, and you arrest his movement by pulling his hair as you move closer to him.

Your mouth meets Steve’s at the head of Bucky’s cock. Your tongue slides out to meet Steve’s and the tang of precome spreads over your tastebuds. You both lick and suck around the thick ring that intersects it, and there’s a brief, but heated battle over who would slip their lips down over the crown. Since he’d already had his mouth around Bucky before you joined him, Steve concedes to you like a gentleman.

When you slide your mouth over Bucky’s cock it’s Steve’s fingers that wind into your hair. He pushes you down Bucky’s length a few times, and pulls you off so he can twirl your tongues together again. You slide Bucky back into your mouth, and push him deep into your throat.

“Fuck, kitten. Throat’s so tight, mouth feels so good. Wanna keep it fulla my cock all goddamn night.”

“Mmm. Maybe I’ll keep your pretty little cunt filled with my cock, doll. Fuckin’ fill you up with my come until you’re drippin’ with it.”

You pull off to curse passionately, and Steve’s mouth takes your place, swallowing Bucky’s cock with a hum. You lean into Bucky’s chest, jingling the dog tags that hang there, and swipe your tongue over his nipple. You flick at the barbell with your tongue, and he groans. “Fuck, that’s nice. Use your teeth, kitten. Yeah, fuck, like that.” His voice comes to you strained and gravelly in the dark.

“C’mere, doll.” Steve tugs you back onto Bucky’s dick, so he can lave over the other nipple with his tongue.

The metal ring through the head of Bucky’s cock drags hot and heavy over your tongue. You curl your tongue through the ring, and tug lightly on it.

“Shit,” he groans, “do it again, kitten. Harder. God, fuck yeah.”

Curious about just what it is you’re doing with your mouth, Steve’s tongue swipes over yours. He mimics you, tugging with his own tongue, as you trail yours down the underside of the glans until Bucky’s hips start thrusting up into Steve’s mouth.

“Fuck, you two are gonna be the death of me.”

Steve sarcastically pipes up, “Well let us finish this blow job before you keel over.”

There’s a thunk in the dark as Bucky lets his head fall back against the wall of the bunk. He sounds dazed when he replies, “Okay.”

Steve stage-whispers, “I think we broke him.”

There’s a whirring sound from Bucky’s arm, then a loud smacking sound. Steve hisses a curse.

“Don’t make me tan that ass, Rogers.”

Steve huffs out a heavy breath and the mattress creaks again as he ruts into it, the warmth from the slap Bucky just landed on his ass goes right to his dick.

“Kitten, ‘m so fuckin’ close. Gonna make me come. Fuck.”

Steve’s hand lands on the back of your head and grabs a handful of your hair to speed you up. Bucky’s chilly vibranium hand strokes over your cheek. He groans a curse, as his cock spasms and he comes over your tongue with a grunt.

“Don’t swallow, doll. C’mere.”

Steve drags you to him and kisses his way into your mouth. He makes you pass Bucky’s come to him, then pushes it back into your mouth.

“Fuck, kitten. Me next.”

As soon as Steve breaks the kiss Bucky snatches your attention. “Come on, kitten. Give it to me. Lemme have it,” he whispers against your lips, and licks his way into your mouth. You push his come from your mouth into his and he gives a hum of praise.

He breaks the kiss to swallow and you make an annoyed noise. “That was mine,” you pout.

“Aww. Don’t fret, kitten. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

tagging at her request: @fuckandfluff

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#deltarune - 260 posts

#dhmis - 147 posts

#don't hug me i'm scared - 114 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

in a world where so much queer rep in big media is overly sanitized and watered down to the point where it's respectful but terribly boring as character writing due to writers being terrified of getting criticized for "bad queer rep", toby fox making a trans man who's a self-obsessed, fame-drunk, vainglorious trashy pop star (and also a tyrant in the king mettaton ending), a bi character who straight up accidentally turned a bunch of monsters into horrifying melty abominations and then locked them in her basement and didn't tell anyone about it for literal years before she learned that hiding from her mistakes was killing her and came clean, a lesbian who starts the game as an intimidating school bully and in whose first big moment we see her slam the main character against a wall and threaten to eat their face before she learns to open up and connect with and trust others, a trans woman who tries to kill you twice in the game and is always delightfully mean to everyone until she gets some understanding and the body she needs to be happy, a traumatized nonbinary kid who hated their own species so much they killed themself just to get their revenge and free monsters in death, and a nonbinary cat who has been through so much shit and is so nihilistic that at this point, if push came to shove and all looked lost for the heroes, they would be content to sit back and let the world end- i'm being totally serious. toby fox making those kinds of queer characters, making them messy and imperfect and scarred and letting them grow as people but still do terrible things as part of that process, that constitutes HEROISM

3,213 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#4

HELP???

3,622 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

kris dreemurr is so awesome. the protagonist ever. they eat moss. their best friends are a purple dragon lesbian and a goat with glasses. they do speedruns. they have their very own knife that belongs to them that everyone recognizes as kris' knife. they ripped out their soul and locked it in a cage and went all red-eyes-looking-at-the-camera-with-a-knife and then did literally nothing but eat an entire pie. they eat entire pies on a regular basis. they eat dog treats and lick book pages. they make their own bath bombs just to throw them in the toilet. they slashed their mum's car tires. they're even nonbinary

5,353 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#2

dhmis is great because imagine a series centered around three roommates living in a small incredibly isolated house in a story run by a strange omnipotent woman with unclear motivations who amuses herself by tormenting the roommates over and over again in various awful ways by dangling something new and exciting in front of their faces and then making it backfire horribly thus traumatizing them all and often maiming and killing them and they can't escape because they're nothing but puppets in her little show and they're chained to a narrative that will not let them go and one roommate is a naive kid with a sadistic father who traumatizes him horribly when he isn't neglecting him and also eats people and another roommate is almost aware of his situation but will never be able to save himself or his friends and is constantly rejected by his own kind and only wants to leave the tiny house but nothing, no one, will play along and the third roommate is caught in the middle, not a naive child but not quite meta aware, and thus is doomed to fall victim to the same traps over and over and also they're literally the only three people in their entire world besides the evil things that keep intruding in their home and terrorizing them and they can't call for help. ok and now imagine they look like this

6,077 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

if i were toby fox i would tweet "so honoured that megalovania was played in front of the pope yesterday! especially since i've always thought of sans as catholic" and then turn off my phone

32,323 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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