#and i am intoxicated

[darkcrowprincess]

@fragilefangirl

He's a beast surrounded by roses. The beast that never turned good. Forever left alone in his castle. Haunted by the ghost of her.

I do think that Coryo fell in love with Lucy Gray, but i also fully believe that such love would never have been possible had he not be given the near-total control over her fate in the games, and by extension, her fate in the Capitol.

Listen. Here is a boy who has nothing but his last name, posing around pretending like he owned everything while scrambling for a scrap of something. Here is a boy who had to share everything he had ever owned, who was never fully in control of anything except for his words.  Here is a boy, who, due to the lie he's been controlling, can never let anyone in -- not even his pseudo-older sister and not even his most affectionate classmate -- for it poses the risk of being perceived, and potentially punished for his lack of ownership.

And then suddenly this boy -- who's so desperate to own something -- is granted the ownership of another person  a full-pass to control everything about her; her words, her image, her story. And sure, she wasn't his first pick, but the thought of having something gave him a sense of relief and dignity his lies could never give him, and that dignity, that slight restoration of confidence, gave way for that first crack on his chest after being guarded for so long.

And then the person he "owned" showed up, and she was the most interesting person of the pick. She gave the people a show and she made a song on top of it, turning his confidence to pride. I truly believe that had he been assigned to another person, he would not have showed up to the train station, simply due the fact that they were not interesting enough to warrant his  visit -- or his grandma'am's roses. Him showing up to the train wasn't just done in goodwill; it was also a stake of ownership -- it was him, acknowledging to himself that this was something worth owning, and like other things worth owning, it could be taken away from him if he lets his guard slips.

And that becomes the initial foundation to their interaction; the talking, the bringing up food... sure, Lucy Gray was interesting, but he was detached of her charm in those first meeting, seeing her in the lens of how others might measure her and her worth. his main focus was "taking care of her"; making sure his precious thing survived, making sure his ownership of her -- and thus his pride -- will not dissipate.

And then the tributes started plotting to kill him, only to be stopped by Lucy Gray. Sure, for her, he might seem as if he was doing something a kind -- even if useless -- meeting her in this run-down train station, and that perhaps was part of the reason why she defended him, and part of the reason why she stood by him in that Zoo cage. But for Coryo, his visit was calculated, his rose a chip of bargain, his zoo visit a byproduct of refusing to be caught slipping. For him, Lucy Gray stepping up for him was uncalled for, a surprising kindness.

He tried to rationalize it best as he could, but he was stumped. And I think this was when he started to really listen to Lucy Gray, to stop being detached from her. He was his father's son, and he believed in knowing the things he owned in order to properly maintain it. And it was this desire to know that melted his walls, that made him vulnerable, because to understand her fully he opened himself up to be understood, which had never happened before.

I think Coryo did love Lucy Gray, however tainted and terrible that love was. I think it was the first time of him making the effort to perceive someone and be reciprocated back -- fully, thoroughly, and wholeheartedly. It helped (or didn't help?) That Lucy Gray was a poet, that she fed him with pretty words; the only things that -- up until she showed up -- he'd ever truly owned for himself. For him, that connection -- added over the fact that he had "owned her", as everyone else kept saying -- must have felt like a drug. It must have felt intoxicating, to own something so lovely, something that adored him. It must have been a new, exhilarating feeling for Coryo, who never owned anything but worthless scraps and his pretty, pretty words. And yes, that was such a terrible way to put it, but love is many things; it can be terrible too.

I think Coryo loved Lucy Gray, and had they stayed in Capitol, he would have been able to continue to "love her". Billy Taupe was just some name, the Covey some story. What for Lucy Gray was history, was only pretty words for him. For all he chose to believe in, they could be the same pretty words he said; mostly lie, some exaggeration. In the Capitol, she is his, fully. And Coryo can love only what he owns.

But they didn't stay at Capitol, they moved to twelve. Suddenly, all her pretty words were honest and real, something he couldn't ignore, much less control. Suddenly, there was the Covey, and Billy Taupe, and Mayor Lipp, and even if her eyes were for him only he still had to share the rest of her -- her voice, her charm, her poise -- with other people. Twelve highlighted that he'd never truly owned her, we all know that. But here's another thing that twelve highlighted; it was him who chose to be the soldier in a rundown district, him who chose to follow her. If there was any ownership to be had here, it was her that owned him.

And Coryo? He doesn't share, yes, but worse than anything, he despises being owned.

This is where TBOSAS shone its brilliance; president Snow is the way he was not because he is an unfeeling sadist the was Volumnia Gaul is. He was the way he was because of love. Because of the vulnerability that comes with that love, and the refusal to surrender to it. President Snow would not be as ruthless and despicable had he been desensitized, and it was his feelings, his capability to love, that led him to employ some of the most gruesome tactics to win the games.

Here's the heartbreaking thing; once upon a time, Coryo loves Lucy Gray, and that love was true. Here's another heartbreaking thing; that love was built on poison, and its toxic vines ruined him so completely, decimated him so thoroughly, he was reborn anew evil; president Snow would not have happened without Lucy Gray, without Coryo's time in Twelve.

President Snow said, "it's the thing we love most that destroys us," and he said this as a warning to Katniss, yes, but he also said it to Coryo's shadow, standing behind her, who was looking at the back of the Girl on Fire, thinking the wavy black hair and the whispered songs were that of someone else's.

[mrpeoplepleaser]

Come here right now, let's cuddle, I don't care what you're doing put it down and let's cuddle mmmm

[canisalbus]

What kind of dog is Machete?

He's troubled but he's trying his best.

[kendallsroyco]

Cocky and smug Matthew is a top tier genre of Matthew 😩

[selarina]

Guys, you know how in schools teachers place the loudest kids next to the silent ones hoping their silence will rub off on them?

Yeah, this happens with you and Gojo Satoru, but you don’t rub off on him entirely. He carries his boisterous (albeit somewhat lovable) energy well into adulthood.

He does quiet down though, at times. Gojo spends his time watching you, not with any intent but with something closer to curiosity.

His eyes can’t help but zero in on your quiet concentration. You're all precision in a sense — the way you scrunch your nose, the way your brows pinch together when you don’t understand something. It mildly bothers him, how noiseless you are in all your movements.

Soon, the bell rings, and he realises he’s been silent the whole class, his time spent entirely on studying you.

His eyes trace your form as you rise, and join your friends, leaving the room without a second glance in his direction.

And what should mean you fading into the bustling background of his school’s hallway becomes finding you front and centre, everywhere — in the sports field, in the cafeteria, at the school assembly when you’re front and centre reading the day’s agenda.

And this odd phenomena lingers in adulthood too.

“Sir—” Higuruma’s voice manages to cut through.

Gojo blinks, a daze simmering beneath the surface as he forces himself back into the present.

“Yes, yes,” he says, brushing off the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and a cheerful smile. “Let’s buy them!”

Ijichi clears his throat, chuckling in unease. "We're selling them to Murasaki Industries, sir."

"Oh." Gojo’s mind catches up, but only just. "Right. Let’s do that, then."

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he glances down, the screen illuminating a picture of you as his wallpaper. You’re wearing his hoodie, working on a laptop, surrounded by the half-finished mess of the apartment you both recently bought.

The message in front is simple, reading: i’m here. i'll wait outside

He grins, already moving, already leaving. “Meeting adjourned,” he calls out over his shoulder. “I have to see my wife.”

Behind him, the murmur of exchanges continue. Higuruma and Nanami exchange weary glances before staring dead straight into Ijichi's shifting figure.

“Um—“ Ijichi speaks up, nervously.

"Yeah," Nanami interjects, his tone dry. "We'll need to revisit this. I have serious doubts about his capacity to enter into a legally binding contract based on this meeting. Under the Mental Capacity Act 2005, one could argue he wasn’t of sound mind—seemingly intoxicated. I don’t want you coming back at us for this later."

Higuruma nods, muttering in agreement as they prepare to leave. "The whole time, he was just staring at his phone."

Nanami scoffs. “Why do we need him again?”

Ijichi’s ears catch a faint response from Higuruma. “Well, he’s rich.”

[needycatboy]

ughh boys who give you an edible with a dose just above what you're used to, so that when they lean you back against them to cuddle and start lightly caressing you and feeling you up the sensitivity is so much higher, boys who kiss your neck to make you squirm and laugh at how pathetic you're being when you whine and ask for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[corruptcuntboy]

I just wanna pee on someone so bad, like sitting on top of u n just letting it all out, like fuck if ur gonna get me drunk then at least let me piss in ur lap while I rub my needy cunt against u

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Would 141 would let you peg/top them if they were drunk or sober.

The results may (not) surprise you :D

Ghost- Sober: Maybe?? Depends on the day, some days are worse than others for him. On the bad days, no. On the good days? It's 75/25. He leans towards Dom so like... If he's in a mood for it he'll let it happen.

Drunk: Again, maybe. It's 95/5 he'll say no though. He feels more vulnerable when in an altered state so he doesn't really want to be in that position if that makes sense.

Gaz- Sober: In the right circumstances, yes. Some days he just wants to get topped 🤷‍♀️ simple as is

Drunk: Yes, if you are very dominant he'll do it. Just fuckin coo at him and tell him how pretty he is and he'll fucking melt in your arms and drool while you pound into him.

Price- Sober: Yeah, very rarely. He'll only do it for his pleasure, though. It won't feel great for you because it'll be a punishment for you and only pleasurable for him.

Drunk: On occasion he'll indulge you, I mean... It feels really good so why wouldn't he wanna do it? You'll have him bent over while you're stroking him and he'll be all,

"Make daddy feel good, yeah sweetheart? Right there, just like that..."

He's still topping from the bottom, you feel me?

Soap- Sober: Yes of course, he's a little slutboy!! If it feels good but also hurts? Oh my God he's begging for it,

"Little harder bonnie, aye?"

Drunk: Abso-fucking-lutely. If you ask if he wants it, he'll automatically say yes. My God, the man will get on his hands and knees in the middle of the bar if you let him. You have to drag him to your place and he's practically jumping for joy watching you put on the strap.

[discountlittlebro]

Hey big bro, I stole one of your edibles and it’s too much for me :(( I feel so fuzzy and it’s freaking me out dude. I thought you did this for fun? Woah I feel so tired. If you don’t let me hang out in your room until it passes I’m telling about your stash.

Ugh thanks dude. You can just ignore me, keep doing whatever you were doing. I’m just gonna lay in your bed for abit. You’re suprisingly not being a huge dick today, I really thought there’d be more fight against me being here. Finally gonna start acting like a big brother, huh? Your music is shit tho, can you turn it down?

Hey I asked if you can turn it down! Not up! What are you doing? Let go of my leg! Never mind I don’t want to hang out with you-

Let go! I wanna go back to my room, fucking jerk! Leave my boxers alone! They don’t need to come off you weirdo let go! Ahh hnmggg what…what are you touching? Hey quit that. Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck why the hell are you so good at that?

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

Honeslty if meljayvik was a thing we’d have exactly no conflicts in s2, at least from Viktor’s end. She’d lock that lab down the minute he talks about leaving and is like tf you are? You were just in some magic goop. Put on pants. Tf???? She’s lock their asses down and make them work it out in therapy. Had Jayce had at least a full nights sleep he’d be able to articulate at least be able to convince Viktor to stay one night.

If meljayvik was a thing her mom would think she was a wolf without even needing to battle. She got both ends of the male hotness spectrum wrapped around her fingers. Jayce would have two magic baddies on each side. Mel would have both her emotional support cuddler and a fellow mage to help her out. Viktor gets both.

[fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air]

if jeremy takes jean's surname then hell be j.a.m. because he be jammin'

and jean is j.y.m. because he be at the gym

[asha-mage]

I have largely said nothing about Veilguard because I am not, by nature, a hater and if I have nothing good to say I try to avoid saying anything. And also because watching a beloved franchise (and a huge ground breaker for LGBT rep for me personally and games in general) utterly crater brings me nothing but heartache.

But with the news I feel like this at least needs to be said: this is not the fault of BG3, or "woke", or whatever other excuse annoying chuds want to trot out. To a limited extent it's not even really the fault of the industry- at least no more so than usual. Bioware has been on this trajectory since Inquisition. They had ten years to turn things around and they didn't. Instead they chased trends and fairytales and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow called "live service" and never considered they might just need to stick to what worked and tell a good story.

All the while they were shedding more talent and more passion until we ended up with Veilguard. The fulfillment of the promise of Inquisition: a cynical triple a cash grab meant to appeal to everyone and so appealing to no one. A game that ignores the most interesting rich parts of it's setting to serve up a calorie free action RPG that manages to say absolutely nothing about the ideas at the heart of the Dragon Age series.

No one deserves to lose their job and layoffs are an unethical bloodletting to please investors, but things didn't have to go this way. The rails had come off with Inquisition but it wasn't too late to prevent a crash.

Instead they barreled full steam ahead. And we ended up here.

[fallenfawnn]

daydreaming ⋆

[euphraisette]

Enjolras follows this blog about social justice that writes incredibly long, detailed, well-researched essays about the state of things, the history of political social rights movements, and well thought out and practical hands-on ideas for enacting change and he reads this blog every day, recommends it to everyone he knows, makes it required reading for the amis, and bases some of his community outreach ideas on what this blog suggests

it’s grantaire’s blog. he writes it when he’s sober but then gets so drunk he forgets to bring it up at meetings.

[s0raz]

”go to sleep.”

“NNNNNNNo.”

“yes.”

“shhhh… Im sleeping…”

Comedy gold.

[transbirdgirl]

What I wouldn’t do to be groped by a drunk girl~