#but im gonna give and give and give and get nothing in return aren't i

[vettelcore]

me when the red flags warned me exactly about what was gonna happen and i still ignored them

[n3ptoonz]

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react when you ride them

this broadcast is brought to you by getting inspired from @dirtymortalkombatconfessions tysm for fueling my raunchy mind 🙏🏾 outworld guys here

all the guys here are submissive in these hcs cause i don't see it enough!!! and reader is GN

Smoke

first of all it's his favorite position. nothing he loves more than holding his partner in his arms while they have power over him at the same time

HE. WHIMPERS. A LOT!!!!

CANNOT keep his hands still he's always massaging or caressing some part of your body

begs. he begs. if you stop moving? he will deadass start tearing up and whispering pleas all in your ear

hold his face while you do it. look him in the eyes and give him praise && give him kisses 😔 he's got enough shit from bi han and this the only way he properly relaxes 💔

Raiden

he's not very vocal at first, but he does sigh and grunt a lot

when he's vocal? he's not loud, but curses up a storm. his eyes get all hazy and glossed over too like you gotta tap him back to reality sometimes

he can get handsy but prefers to either keep his hands in place or have them restrained in some way

speaking of which if you do restrain his hands there's a good chance he'll start bucking once he's close and try to pull free. silly goose, we know how to tie knots around here!

if you get really close to his face like holding it or just looking at him he can and will just start mumbling about how good you make him feel/how you're the only one who makes him feel like this

Kung Lao

(turns on self indulgence beam) ahem taps mic is this thing on??

lao is a praise kink BITCH you understand??? and since he's full of himself he for sure will not shy away from whimpering and groaning loud as hell just to hear his own voice

you give him praise and BOOM suddenly it's upturned eyebrows and beads of tears at the corners of his eyes. he will ask you to repeat what you said over and over

once his pride wears out he's a begging mess like smoke. he's super handsy but in the way where he's acting like you're gonna disappear before he nuts. i cracking up at the thought of that

afterwords "did i do good?" or "was i a good boy?" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG hey im normal don't give me that look. ALSO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR he's a sucker for it (glad i can say that now he's not bald)(love you mk11 lao i swear)

Kenshi Takahashi

oooo this sensual romantic ass man. sensual romantic ASS man (he likes ass)

he's not a loud guy or it's just rare. his hands aren't gonna go anywhere but your ass though. MAYBE your thighs, but it's always back to ass!

less on whimpering more on grunting but there's occasional cracks in his voice when feels really good. he only full on whimpers if you go fast and gets closer faster from the pace

please for the love of god leave some sort of marks on this man's neck. it drives him CRAZYYYY he'll be cursing like he's never done before especially cause he WILL return the favor

like raiden if you give his face more love especially around his eyes it's up for him you're going to be told how perfect and how good only you can make him feel for the next 72 hours

Johnny Cage

BRAT. he's a brat. Johnny John Carlton Cage is a B R A T

you will have to physically shut him up and that was his mission accomplished. don't let his hands be free either cause he'll keep trying to take control (and keep failing every single time)(again, this was allll part of the plan)

when he's completely helpless at your disposal...bottom bitch alert! whiny whimpering grunting sighing giggling you name it CENTRAL. he the type to whine about being restricted when it was literally his own idea in the first place

he's a praise kink bitch too i mean come on THE johnny cage ik you weren't expecting otherwise. tell him he's a good boy but also call him your bitch oh how he loves it

and by the way... record. everything. he'll watch those tapes back like they're old school vhs memories

Liu Kang

how you got a god to submit to you is beyond anyone's belief. but who cares?! drain that mf (balls)

he absolutely positively loves loves LOVES eye contact. you look him in the eyes long enough it's like your souls are fuckin too (literally that scene with him and titan kitana except you're looking down at him everybodyshutthefuckup)

give him a bunch of kisses pls pls pls he craves it he adores it CARNALLY. very very handsy man there's no part of you that goes untouched.

he's too calm to be loud but he does grunt and will have dragged out moans that result in a higher pitched tone

surprise, even a god could use some praise every now and then!!! he blushes the most whenever you call him perfect or tell him he's doing great even with all that's on his plate on the daily <3

Sub Zero

this stubborn fucker. just pull his hair and give him the same look he gives everybody and he's all yours cause then he'll look like this (i cannot stop referring to this picture)

in the privacy of your shared room (idc if this is ooc this is tumblr god damn it) he's a stuttering mess and cannot keep his hands off your hips and thighs for anything so prepare for those areas to have frostbite

there are times where his hands slide up your back when he's close, and by this time his furrowed brows and sharp gaze are completely gone. he's looking up at you like you've descended just to give him the ride of his life (bc you did obviously)

if he whimpers it's raspy and deep. he generally grunts and groans and a lot of profane language coming from them lips

however comma it's rare he'll shudder and whine like a lil bitch if he can't touch you oooo and he's a bucker too

Scorpion

last but certainly not least this sexy mf. i fully fully believe that he would not hesitate to submit to someone he's in love with (you hahaha)

you don't even need to pull his hair just glide your fingers through it he's set for life. he sighs and just smiles, you're so good to him

he's not very vocal but he certainly whines and has shallower breaths when he's close. when he looks up at you he has to try his hardest not to bust right there cause damnnn you fine as hail

thigh man thigh man thigh man. oh, did i say thigh man? i meant to say HE'S A THIGH MAN. and neck, like kenshi don't even think about getting up off of him without a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulders if ya feelin freekie

if you pull his hair he will cum. and you heard that from me.

ask box is open! <3

[angel-eyes05]

a spider in the snow

pairing: fem!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: you help rehabilitate an injured miguel after he returns from one of his late night patrols…in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, fluff then smut then fluff, handjob (both m and f recieving), blood mention, an incy wincy tincy bit of angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: heyyyyy i've come back from the dead. i don't really write a lot of one shots so go easy on me for this one. just like every horny person on the internet, i’ve fallen head over heels in love with miguel o’hara. this is me giving into my impulses lmao. sorry if i do anything thats out of character idk him that well so just work with me here. i also don't know everything about nueva york and if names are different than here or something so im just gonna pretend they’re the same. if they are, great! if not, just go with it lmao. one more thing, despite being cuban i am a no sabo kid (rip me) so i had to use a translator for some of this so apologies in advance if some things aren't super accurate. ok lets get on with the show.

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Snowy nights in Nueva York have always been one of your favorite parts about moving up north. Seeing all the lit up buildings illuminated in the snow, all the people ice skating in Rockefeller Center rink just below your apartment window, the reminders of Christmas coming soon. It kept your heart warm against the freezing temperatures outside. You also loved the feeling of being able to bundle yourself up in blankets and hoodies, a mix of yours and your boyfriend’s, having an excuse to make hot chocolate, and finally being able to use the fireplace that normally laid dormant in the middle of your living room. The one con about the snow was when it would land on Miguel’s patrol nights. Your already nervous mind was only heightened by the added uncertainty of everything that could happen while he was out there. What if he got too cold while out there and it affected his ability to fight? What if it started snowing too hard and he wouldn’t be able to find his way back to the apartment? You knew some of your concerns were probably dumb, but they felt serious to you. 

This was one of those nights. One of the nights where you would sit on your couch, next to the cracked window, unable to sleep until you could see him come back safe. You flipped through the channels of the tv aimlessly, trying to find something to keep your mind off of the growing cold outside. You eventually turn it off after coming across the weather channel, claiming a snowstorm would be rolling into the city in about 15 minutes. Deciding there was nothing you could do about your situation, you walked over to your bedroom and wrapped yourself in your massive duvet to shield from the cold. Worries dashed around your mind about everything that could happen. Despite being verbally supportive about Miguel and his…hobbies, you really hated the idea of him sneaking out in basically pajamas almost every night to “beat up the bad guys” essentially. Even though he had explained everything to you by this point, having been dating for about three years now, you still couldn’t quite understand everything. Radioactive spiders? Corrupt businesses? Fangs and claws? Mutations? A multiverse? It was a lot to wrap your head around. But, despite all of this, all of your worries and concerns over Miguel, you stayed. Because you knew you didn’t start dating him because of his whole superhero business or whatever. You were dating him because you loved him. The real him. The way he would always press gentle kisses into the crook of your neck. How on his days off, you would be woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen just for you. How he would always whisper sweet praises to you while you would give him head. How easily he could be crumbled down beneath his rock hard exterior. The Miguel underneath the red and blue spandex. You dreamt of this as you slowly fell into a calm slumber. You fell asleep bundled up in all the blankets on your bed, arm outstretched to the opposite side the bed, almost as if you were reaching for something that wasn’t there. 

After some time had passed, you’re not sure exactly how much, you were awoken by a thud coming from your bathroom. You lazily rubbed your eyes and grabbed your alarm clock to check the time. 3:47 am. Yeah, that’s definitely Miguel in there. You dragged yourself out of bed to help him out, throwing one of this hoodies over your tank top for extra warmth. You also liked how it still smelled like him after three times in the wash. You opened the door, eyes squinting from the bright fluorescent light. And there he was. You found it endearing. How Miguel was trying, and failing, to reach this massive scratch on his back to clean it instead of just waking you up to ask for your help. You look to the floor to find a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting there on the rug, probably what caused the thudding sound. You stood there leaning in the doorframe, waiting for him to notice you, even though he probably already heard every step you’ve taken from the bed up to the door now. “You need any help there?�� you ask him, jokingly. You had seen him in much worse conditions, so you took moments like these to be more comedic, an attempt to lighten his mood sort of. It didn’t usually work. “No, I got it. Please go back to sleep,” he said, still attempting to wrap his arms around himself. You rolled your eyes and walked over to sit behind him, picking up the hydrogen peroxide off the floor and grabbing a couple of cotton balls from the first aid basket. “Mi amor, please go back to sleep, I promise I can do this by myself,” he argued. Before he could get another word in, you poured some of the hydrogen peroxide over his wound. He groaned in response and squeezed your thigh to help level out the pain. “That’s for worrying me all night,” you said to him, just over the volume of a whisper. As you began to dab the blood off of his cut, he responded. “You know I don’t want you to worry.” Once you could see he was turning his head around to look at you, you turned your eyes away. You didn’t really want to look at him right now. It’s not that you were mad at him. Ok that’s a lie, you were a little mad. But it was more of a helplessness you felt when you would see him like this. Beat up, cut, scratched, bruised. And there wasn’t anything you could do to help. Not until after at least. And it wasn’t like you were a trained nurse or anything. You dreaded the day that he would come stumbling through the window, too injured for you to take care of yourself. Or worse. The day he wouldn’t come home at all. “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean I don’t,” you said sort of coldly. You stood up from your position, waiting to patch up his back until after he showered. You changed your positions to sit from behind him to in front, ready to take care of his front side now. “I don’t want to talk about that right now tho-.” You cut yourself off when you finally saw his face

Cuts were scattered across his face, one above his eyebrow still dripping blood catching your attention first. He also had a bruise quickly forming on his left cheekbone. Once you moved your eyes more, you saw his nose marked with a deep cut going through the middle. His beautiful nose. It was one of your favorite parts of his appearance. Done scanning his face, your eyes moved down to his chest and his torso. His chest was marked with similar cuts to the one on his back. You kept your eyes on his chest in an attempt to hide the fact you were holding back tears right now. “I’m sorry mi cariño. I really am.” You knew he was. But sorry wasn’t going to keep him safe. This was one apology among many. It didn’t really matter. He wasn’t sorry for getting hurt again and again and again. He was sorry for the fact you had to see him like this. If you wouldn’t have seen that he was injured, he wouldn’t have said anything And you knew after this apology as well, he would go out tomorrow night and do the same thing over again. You didn’t respond to his words. All you could manage to do was pull him into an embrace and apologize when he winced from your hands hitting his cuts. You sat there for a bit, running your hands through his hair and trying to hold yourself back from crying. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted gentle kisses there, each a little apology from him. Once you finally pulled away and wiped your face, you started to clean the scrapes on his face, this time more gentle than his back. You dabbed the cotton ball on his forehead as he held you straddled on his lap. He admired your features as you concentrated on him, rubbing your back with his fingers in the process. You didn’t say much, only a simple “sorry” if you were a little too rough with cleaning. Despite the stern face you were putting on, Miguel knew you secretly liked the way he would grab at your thighs and hips with his claws when you did something that hurt.

Once you were finished, you silently put the first aid equipment away and left the bathroom so he could take a shower. He planted a soft kiss into your forehead before you left the room. Once you crawled back into bed, you sighed to yourself. How did you end up here anyways? There’s no way you were expecting all of this when you first saw Miguel at the concert bar that day. Some days were amazing with him. Others were much harder. And while you’ve definitely had worse days with him, today was leaning on the latter option. You contemplated all of this until you heard the door to the bathroom behind you open, Miguel stepping out of the steaming room with his towel wrapped around his lower body. You were very quickly reminded of one of the reasons you’ve stayed with him for so long. The way his wet curls were laying around his head. How his chest glistened while it was damp, despite currently being tattered with cuts at the current moment. He sleepily shuffled over to the bed, dropping his towel before crawling up close to you in bed. The warmth of Miguel’s freshly showered body against yours helped to melt the majority of your worries away. It also helped that you could feel his his cock getting harder against your leg while he cuddled against you. You finally turned around to face him, cupping his jaw in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his face. He grasped your hand and pressed soft kisses into it. “I love you so much Miggy,” you finally said, breaking the silence and drawing his eyes towards you. “I really do, and I’m sorry if I ever make it seem like I don’t. You just…you scare me sometimes.” You quickly realize those weren’t the words you meant. You begin to stutter and take back your words a bit, until you see that Miguel has given you his full attention. You take a deep breath and continue. “You don’t scare me. It’s more of what you do that scares me. I never know when you’re gonna come back or if you even are. If you think I take joy in taking care of you after you come back, I really don’t. I hate seeing my boy like this. And it makes me scared that one day you’re gonna come back in a shape I can’t fix. It scares me so bad Miggy you don’t even know,” you say, choking back your tears. Once Miguel notices you’re about to start crying, he wraps his arms around you immediately. “Shhh it’s ok preciosa,” he comforts as you quietly cry into his broad shoulders. “I’m so sorry for making you worry,” he says in between kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I love you too.” 

You pull away from his hug and stare into his beautiful crimson eyes as he wipes away your tears. You suddenly fall into the overwhelming urge to kiss him. He returns the kiss with even more passion than you put into it. You quickly found yourself exploring his body with your hands, moans escaping his lips whenever you would graze over one of his wounds. You drew yourself closer to him to absorb more of his body heat, though you were quickly reminded of his bare cock as you could feel it hardening on your leg. Your hands eventually made it down there, teasing Miguel along the way as you felt him up on the way down. You then took his hard, already wet cock into your hands, caressing every ridge you could find on it. You could hear more moans exit his mouth and slide into yours as you handled him like putty. He would let out messier sounds, even a growl at one point, and jerk forward into your hand when you would tease around his tip. “F-fuck baby. Y-you’re s-so good to me. ‘N pr-retty too,” he would blurb out Feeling his cock get increasingly hard in your hand began to make you slightly wet as well. This only increased as Miguel began to take off your underwear as well, sliding two of his fingers into your pussy and placing his thumb to draw circles onto your clit. Your grip on his length becomes lazy and sloppy as you’re stimulated as well. You’re surprised at how quickly Miguel is able to find your clit, but then again you expect him to know your body so well after three years. After both of you have been at it for a while, you’re the first one to get close to your orgasm. “Fuck M-Miggy, I-I’m gonna cum,” you manage to moan out. His kisses on you get sloppy as he reaches his as well. It’s over for you once he begins to put more pressure onto your core. You let out an inhuman noise as your stomach fills with the white heat of your orgasm, shaking your entire body. Miguel takes his fingers out of your entrance and licks your cum off of his fingers. It’s then over for him when you eventually put the pressure of your fingers onto his cock. You hand is then covered in his cum once he reaches his climax in your fist, moaning intensely into the air. While he’s in the middle of his orgasm, his claws pop out of his fingers and into your hips and underneath your thigh where his hands are placed. Then, he lets out his fangs and uses them to leave hickeys into your neck, making sure not to let out any of his poison while doing so. “Just stay here with me Miggy,” you sigh out, his fangs deep into your neck. “You don’t ever need to go back out there again. Just stay here with me forever.” He simply nods at first, still sucking into your neck. Once he lets go and and begins to calm down, he responds with “Forever and always mi corazón,” whispering the words into your ear as he lays more kisses along your collarbone and neck.

You stare outside the window at the falling snow, hoping this time he’ll keep his word, but knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to. But for now, you could just appreciate your time with him now. He was all yours right now. Everything. And that was enough.

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A/N: uhhhh sorry but i didn't feel like proofreading this cause its super late for me rn sorry not sorry lmao

[pearblossomrain]

summarizing my home country's gp for myself:

● SIGNIFICANTLY more boring than baku 😭😭

● kmag returned but we did not get terror out of the track terrorist man. horrible!

● man i don't even know what vcarb is smoking bc softs?? halfway through?? speaking of softs why'd mercedes start hamilton on softs too that's 💀💀

● holy shit are we actually losing ricciardo??? red bull owes the man flowers and a fruit basket (if they aren't giving him the seat) for keeping norris from fastest lap ngl

● massive congrats to liam lawson though cos he does deserve it after his last year's performance and they've benched him long enough but ofc it's sad for ricciardo esp for someone who's been racing for so long (minus his break)

● not great from ferrari overall but that's on their quali tbh cos the recovery from that shitshow wasn't bad really and they were smart with pitting sainz early but i believe they're incapable of having 2 good strats....

● that's another mclaren double podium but i have to say that giant chrome logo is incredibly ugly 😭

● kind of surprised verstappen kept his red bull in 2nd? maybe the rb garage finally got their shit together! or maybe not cos its a miracle perez managed to end up within the points tbh...

● honestly INSANE defending from hulkenburg someone give that man minister of defence rn i feel like he did nothing but keep cars behind him, which unlucky for leclerc cos he was behind him AND alonso which is like 2 steel walls atp.

● that colapinto bit at the start was magnificent tbh i didn't see it until later but hell yeah that's the idgaf energy i want from someone who doesn't have a seat next year!

● idk what the hell happened with albon's car and why he retired i'm gonna have to go check but damn that's unlucky...

● seriously just bad luck for leclerc all around cos his times were good and he overtook quite a few times but he was against some ministers of defence today i fear 💀

● PLS DONT STOP THE COMMUNITY SERVICE JOKES THEY'RE SENDING ME INTO ORBITTT

● no safety car?? in SINGAPORE?? im throwing tomatoes out my window in the vague direction of the marina bay circuit rn 🍅🍅

side note: it's hilarious as a sgrean to watch the gp bc these are the same roads my slow ass bus takes every week.

side note 2: welcome back britney to the commentary! also when kimi appeared i said "omg my son" and my friend asked "ollie?" and i had to be like "...no my other son" 😭

side note 3: it's like barely 18 hours after the race as i type this and i just saw them dismantle the barriers with my own 2 eyes from the double decker bus?? damn that's FAST??

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #5

A/N: These are my OCs. Ira is a bounty hunter. Leo is a cowboy, and also a mage.

xxx healing salve

"Get down!" Leo puts his arm over Ira, shoving him to the ground and then diving to the dirt himself, just as the first shot rings out.

"Damn!" Ira hisses, reaching for his gun.

Leo would be doing the same, except that his body feels cold and strange, arms leaden, fingers shaking and unsure. His stomach sinks.

"See that big boulder just up the ridge?" Ira says, voice low. "That'll give us better cover. Be ready to move."

Leo doesn't respond. Something is wrong. He's starting to feel it.

"You listening to me, kid?" There's an edge to Ira's voice now, frustration lacing his words. "Dammit, I said--" He turns, and his eyes widen, face going pale as another shot cracks through the air. "Shit."

"I..." It's hard to speak, or think even. "I think...Think 've been..."

"Yeah," Ira says. "You hush now, save your energy. Just stay put, I'm gonna find this bastard and take 'im down. Won't take more'n a second. Hang in there. And stay down."

Leo doesn't want him to leave. Doesn't want to be left here all alone, bleeding all over the long, dried pine needles that cover the forest floor. But the pain is building in intensity, and it steals the breath from his lungs, and with it his voice. There's nothing he can do but watch as the bounty hunter disappears and leaves him.

The initial shock begins to wear off, and Leo knows he can't just lie here. He has to work up the courage to try and sit up. For someone who regularly draws his own blood for ritual spells, he's rather pain averse, and this pain is like nothing he's ever felt—deep and gnawing and relentless. It's everything he has not to cry out when he finally levers himself into a sitting position. He moves slowly, but the hole in his sides protests anyway, loudly. The bullet entered the meat above his left hip. He can't tell if it's still in there or not. He hopes not, but bullets—the kind that aren't enchanted, anyway—are unpredictable.

He'd just as soon not be hit by another one.

Which means it's not in his best interest to try and stand. His satchel is still with the horses, and he knows he's not going to be able to crawl all the way back to them. He'll have to make due with what he has. The small bag he keeps with him has clean strips of linen, and he's sure he saw yarrow growing somewhere nearby. He looks around, scanning the foliage for the familiar yellow-orange flowers.

There. A few yards away, near the treeline. He just has to get there...It's not far. He can do this. He claps a hand to his side, tight as he can stand to, and starts to crawl. A volley of shots breaks out, and he stops moving. After a moment, he realizes he can hear two distinct weapons – the rifle that had shot him, and Ira's pistols. Which means the shooter's attention is elsewhere. His vision goes dark at the edges when he starts moving again, the world tilting beneath him, but he forces himself to keep going. His breath comes in short bursts as inches his way forward.

Nearly there.

Just a little further...

His heart is hammering by the time he gets there, pounding as if he's run a mile, not crawled fifteen feet. He grabs a handful of leaves from the yarrow plants, shoving them in his mouth and chewing before he's even caught his breath. He's going to have to turn onto his back in order to get at the wound. It's gonna hurt, and he knows it.

"To hell with it," he finally murmurs around the mouthful of leaves, and he pushes himself up and to the right, landing on his back with a groan. He just lays there a second, waiting for the agony to pass and his vision to return.

There hasn't been any gunfire in a long time. The fight seems to be over which means someone has won. And someone has lost.

He hopes Ira is okay.

His fingers tremble as he tugs his shirt out of his pants and lifts it away from the bleeding, ragged hole. He's in a lot of pain already, but this next part...But it will help. He has to do it. He reaches up and takes the glob of crushed plant matter out of his mouth. And, before he can talk himself out of it, he presses it into the wound.

He barely has time to scream before he loses consciousness.

xxx

[fashion-foxy]

Heyyyyy so you know how in modern Disney channel movies (Im specifically talking about the Zombies and Descendants franchises as those are movies ive seen but I do think some of these traits are in other disney channel movies like Highschool Musical) the bad guys are always loud flamboyant theater kids? And how the good guys are always good morally upstanding people who have either were raised in the American Dream(tm) (nuclear family, upper middle class, perfect grades everything's going great) or live in a poorer situation but are still good people who will eventually get the picture perfect American Dream(tm)?

Yeahhh I hate to say it but that's kinda based off the formula of classic (when i say classic i mean Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty. Not Renaissance era) Disney Princess movies where you have the same villain and hero formula.

Now, why am I treating any of this as a bad thing? Well, that was probably based on how villains were deliberately given queer traits to seem more villainous. You see, back in when Snow White and other classics were being worked on there were codes in place to ban queerness from being shown on film because queer people are the devil and they're gonna corrupt you and your kids if you don't watch out! Or some other stupid homophobic shit like that. So, it being the 30s, naturally, people aren't too keen on the concept of gay people. So, what's an easy way to get people to immediately let your audience know just from looking at them that your villains are evil? Give them stereotypical queer traits, of course!

And it's the exact opposite with Disney heroes! Have princesses be traditionally feminine whatever that time periods version of being a 'good woman' is. Could range from being good at cleaning and never going against authority, and even if she eventually does, make it be in the nicest way possible. Or, have her be a strong and independent woman who doesn't need a man. But, you usually focus on the woman because she's the driving force who goes through all the terrible things, and the men shouldn't be all too present because she either doesn't need a knight in shining armour or he's only there to provide the American Dream Happily Ever After.

Another thing we see in classic is the movie must always return the status quo. We can change some things about the poor area but not change it too much. I.e. we can get rid of the border but not actually do anything to combat classism or help the poor people not be poor. If the our main character is rich they stay in on their side of the border in their rich area. If the main character is poor they get to be honorary rich person but they'll have a plot line where they're not like the other girls and are having a really hard time being rich. This will conclude with them saying something about how, "They're not rich they'll poor at heart!" Which means they'll gonna be rich and wear black and be a bit quirky.

So, in classic movies the heros have a very conservative/heteronormative view of the world and way of life. While the villians possess queer traits and our the ones trying to make any changes to the system. But the thing is, NOTHING has actually changed in these modern Disney channel movies! They still use the same formula! The only difference now is that they get to queer bait audiences now!

Here are some great videos about how the formula of Disney characters has changed over the years. If you want to hear more on this subject:

https://youtu.be/OkadXlv_eA0?si=Z_avjkQKIpxGRyvf

https://youtu.be/HYh4e9u5HuE?si=4eFwcBd-iI-PTq03

Sidenote:

This is also why I love eah so much. Literally subverts the very idea of Disney style fairytales in a brilliant way. I'll never get over the fact that it lost to descendants.

[fatuismooches]

Thinking about Dottore with a reader that's very quiet and a more minds their own business kind of person, kind of like lynette.

I imagine as children, reader didn't really have friends because they weren't very social. And... who else didn't have friends? Zandik. Reader accidentally stumbled upon him while he was reading in that little clearing in the forest while they were exploring. At first they just kind of silently stare at each other, unsure of one another. Zandik definitely questions them at first, but he's either met with silence or very blunt and short answers. They just shrug him off and look for rocks in the river nearby.

But they keep coming back, sometimes they'll just sit quietly near him and do their own thing, sometimes they'd try to make conversation, but usually only if he speaks to them first. The friendship happens rather slowly I think, but I imagine it really forms when they start to quietly bring back items for him (random mechanical parts they find, interesting fauna and the like)

I think in the akademiya, certain students would have tried to take advantage of them... Being so nondescript and quiet, they were an easy target. And even more so when considering they were friends with Zandik. They would tried to blackmail them into giving them their research or to do their work, make up rumors about them and Zandik. Of course, when Zandik finds out he's utterly livid (it might have taken a while to find out too... considering he would spend as much time as possible in his dorm and not around those empty skulled scholars and reader wasn't exactly one to express their troubles...) he promptly scares them off by threatening them and maybe breaking a finger or two <3

With Dottore, they act as his assistant. They just like to be in the same room as him, not always needing to even talk. They're a good listener, and they try to help out whenever Dottore has a problem with an experiment. His subordinates definitely don't understand how the 2nd harbinger of all people would be with such a weak looking and nondescript person. But they keep their mouths shut out of fear of punishment. Dottore's clones definitely enjoy messing with reader though... though not to the point where its overwhelming. Just crowding reader and all of the segments trying to cuddle them all at once since they don't really say anything about it.

IM ASCENDING AT THIS... IT'S TOO CUTE. Zandik would be wary and cautious of you at first, because all the other kids were loud and always had something to say, mostly whispers about him right in front of his face, but you? You literally have... nothing to say, which confuses him at first, even after he questions you. You're really not gonna say anything about the outcast? He's never seen you with the other children before and so he wonders briefly about your identity. And the way you just left without doing anything? He's a bit intrigued.

The curiosity only grows when you return, again and again. Initially, he's annoyed at your lack of responses, but he grows to accept it and actually likes it. Zandik likes how you aren't annoying, you keep the peacefulness he enjoys as he does whatever things he does. Sometimes you even help him without complaint or argument. He appreciates that, and he does appreciate whatever little gifts you get him first (although of course, he's suspicious of your ulterior motive and will take them prudently... he's still assessing you) Hehe, i can imagine you two investigating all the plants in the forest and he's rattling off a bunch of information while you just write them down silently.

Oh I LOVE THAT... Zandik scaring off those pathetic bullies and making sure no one dares to mess with you again. I imagine you would also be kind of awkwardly silent after that, only giving him a small thank you, because even with being childhood friends with him, you've never seen him that pissed... but it still warms your heart to know he'd go that out of his way for you. Though I imagine he's a bit peeved at you for keeping this to yourself... he doesn't understand why you'd let these nobodies walk all over you. I'm being a bit delulu here but maybe he was also a bit upset at himself for not being able to read you well enough to know you were troubled. Sure, you don't really express yourself that much... but with you being the only person he enjoys interacting with, he should have known.

Reader being his number one assistant of course, a staple in Dottore fics 🤭💖 Being the only one who understands him and his personality, I imagine you're the voice of reason and persuading... because when you speak, it's going to be something important. Other people may not understand, but you two do and that's all that matters. (Reader is living the life though... being cuddled by all of the clones 😓😓😓)

[thegeminisage]

zelda lost woods time

it has immediately hit the fan. wow <3 i was just looking for my last might crystal...good thing i didn't give into temptation to do this earlier

oh i forgot about the big sacred tree...deku tree cameo pleasepleaseplease

got my last might crystal!! brb taking this to lueberry

the music here is so much nicer btw when i can enjoy it on my own tv without worrying the volume will bother anyone. very stardew valley

okay wait before i do any of this orb shit i gotta find the lynel. my last echo......

following the prints is scary actually like if you don't do it in the right order they're not there. like it just moves around. you could go to the right clearing and find nothing unless you were hunting it down. idk that's kinda spooky

okay, right as i was finishing that is when my power went out last night :| now it's back!! i'm back at it. the lynel has spotted me i am afraid for my life

what!!! that was EASY. that took less than a minute. wtf

i guess now i do The Orbs and the challenge is not to use my echoe power on anything else while i do it...rip i can't even use my new lynel

The Orbs Have Been Activated

wow a triforce <3

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT IS THE DEKU TREE HEY MAN HOW YOU BEEN

"enter"? am i about to get vored??

oh ok

first jabu jabu and now this...nobody vores me like they used to

oh shit it's mirrorverse zelda

TRIFORCE? JUST THE WHOLE GOD DAMN TRIFORCE?

Oh, Fuck.

NOT THE MASTER SWORD PULL THEME????

oh fuck oh fuck uh oh she done did it oh girl you're not supposed to do that have you never played a zelda game before

BOYFRIEND?????? oh ok ok not yet

HOLY FUCK? NULL BIG

SOMEHOW I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THAT BIG.

stilled whatever this is is so fucking metal. i love it in here

the closer i get the more massive null seems. this is truly some kirby levels of eldritch horror

BOYFRIEND IN THE CRYSTALLLLLLLLL

oh fuck it's girlfight time. conquer yourself, as it were

time to let my lynel get some exercise <3

ZELDA'S THEME IN MINOR KEY.............

this is great. my lynel is basically destroying all the enemies she throws out as distractions leaving her and me to duke it out over my boyfriend

got her ass already

I GET TO SAVE THE BOYFRIEND??? arrow perhaps as he did for me...

WAAAAAH IT'S HIMMMM IM GONNA CRY

what...no...i have to give him his sword back :(

BUT I LIKE THE SWORD...............

ok. for the boyfriend i will do anything

OHHHHHHHHHHHH I'VE JUST REALIZED HE'S LEFT-HANDED IN THIS GAME LEFTY LINK RETURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait wait wait hold on everybody shut up are we going INSIDE null? vored after all???

YES!!

oh this is nasty. the dripping black goo

i love that link will literally just run off without us lol girl this isn't ganon's tower slow tf down

holy shit link's a BEAST...even my lynel couldn't fight like that...jesus fuck

omg co-op dungeon is SO COOL i fucking love this waaaah

lol skipping these platformer section with the humble and trustworthy water block

did the wind riding puzzles the proper way cuz i think theyre fun

omg please i can MOVE LINK???

god i would LOVE a co-op zelda game like this in full someday. wahhh

Oh I Don't Like That Sound

this reminds me of the final descent in totk. i'm beside myself

OH SHIT

mirror zelda got vored.................

OH SHIT?? RIP DEKU TREE AND CASTLE TOWN AND HETBAIT ZORAS

OH SHIT..............

he's a tri!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg omg boss time

ok wait hold on. my lynel keeps getting oneshotted but i cant go swordmode anymore tf am i supposed to do

ok ok ok i get it i think. i miss my sword though

omg one of the creepy hands PICKED UP MY BOYFRIEND??? girl i was over there with my lynel so fast

my automatons are finally coming in handy but also i'm going through them very quickly

ok no useless until the end actually...echoes spawn infinitely and instantly. these automatons just aren't for fast paced fights like this

god link is so cool. i wish i had a sword so i could help!!!

NOOOO omg my boyfriend :( left behind...........

oh GROSS null is voring all those poor little tris :(((

final form maybe?? dude he is SCARY looking this is literally some kirby shit

i take back what i said about this games music also. maybe not all of it. but this fucks. im catching so many familiar melodies like zeldas theme and the master sword theme and the overworld and then also it just sounds so good

omg one of the hands got me and link saved me 😭😭😭

oh shit ganon echoes NICE

oops i was trying to burn a spiderweb and accidentally set link on fire

OMG I THINK I GOT IT

PLEEEEASE WE ARE TAKING BACK THAT TRIFORCE TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh man the callback in this imagery...

oh no is it time to say goodbye to tri :( this always happens with zelda partners.................

THANK YOU AT THE END.............WAH

OKAY MAYBE I WELLED UP A LITTLE. SO WHAT IF I DID

oh, but she still has her rod...?

BOYFRIEND IS HERE

LUEBERRY AND IMPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S TALKINGGGGGGGGGG

HE IS TALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA CRY

oh that was so GOOD. oh my god time to mop up my FACVE!!! while the credits play

i hoped he would talk. oh god

omg wait the kids who got taken waking up and feeling themselves again...wah

CONDE'S BROTHER OH GOD I AM GOING TO CRY AGAIN

CAT!!!!!! cat?

awwwww she hung the rod up 😭😭😭

oh ym god and thats the END!!!!!

what an amazing game. i am absolutely gonna make another post about it in a minute first i have to RECOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thirstyforred]

i should be packing rn but instead, im sitting there reading ocelhira fics as if my life depends on it and bc at the end of the day I'm a basic bitch with the main fandom being witcher, I'm sitting there wondering onto which ship i could translate this energy the bb's crazy blondes have, like 'we hate each other so much we spent 9 years working together, building something so when our boyfriend wakes up he can just do what he does the best without worrying about anything, and has a place to sleep and warm meal whenever he comes back, we hate each other but we made it work, and we're good at it, and we made out a bunch" but obviously nothing comes to mind immediately, like yeah there's a bunch of love-hate's but ig they lack this unhingeness of trying to claim that the effort is for the benefit of 3rd party (one that might not even be there to appreciate it), bc when you get down to it that's what makes ocelhira work IMO, but anyway, then i remembered how much i like to spin that wet rot in my head, and already I'm not gonna lie that it didn't try to put usami/ogata into roderick's relation with albrecht, my oc, so especially since it's just for my own entertainment, i might as well just go all in and at some point write more about that one guy everyone hates from game they haven't played and oc developed just to annoy him, and also like thinking about it, you could kinda see some similarities between usao and ocelhira, and somehow mgs guys seem more hinged in this particular comparison

anyway it makes sense, bc flaming roses are fanatical, and are this half-knighthood/military, half-drug cartel in the first place, and jda likes to use his people, but doesn't actually give a fuck, and I know I'm just on that msg brain fever, but don't tell me the parallels aren't there, and of course, Broderick and Albrecht would do their damnest to give him everything, maybe if rod didn't die stupid, killed by geralt but was able to return to vizima as a fucking fail, but also without blowing his cover, and then instead of siegfied taking over the order it's the two of them, right and left hand, the guy that speaks nobility and knighthood (and nilfgaardia, and doesn't care with whom he sleeps if it for a good reason), and the guy how is the closest they have to prieast actually (and mage, and alchemist, and crack head, which the last one is actually the most beneficial, could you believe), they take over the operation, they compartmentalize it, they slowly and smartly move it out of the hot zone that is temeria, maybe to redania, or straight up back to novigrad, they make sure that their story checks out, they make sure that jda's image is favorable

albrecht is more of a man of cloth than he gives himself credit for, funnily he believes in the second coming of their fantasy jesus, Broderick claims he doesn't care, but even faint hope always proved to be a good carrot for him (tho he will admit that stick can sometimes be just enough as well, prove it's in the right hands), they lie to and the work together, they hate it (working, each other, not lying and schemeing), and it takes some time, years, two or three, or four, six, and well there's already magic in this world...

[dollhouse-lied]

Where the light fades

Chapter 4

TW VOMIT, GORE, SUI MENTION, BLOOD, DD-DNE

Enjoy :)

Charlie heard ruby's voice, but nothing registered. He was fading in and out of a lucid state. His vision was slowly coming back, the ringing in his ears becoming quieter as ruby shook him.

“Charlie come back, Charlie please,” ruby shook him and a tear hit his cheek. He lifted his head.

“Huh,” he groaned. Ruby pulled him into a hug.

“Jesus christ char you scared me!!” she sobbed into his shoulder. Charlie hugged back, arms weak.

“Didn't mean to…” Charlie moaned, turning his head slightly, suddenly screaming.

“What??” ruby panicked, turning to look where charlie was pointing. She saw it and screamed.

“Hello my children,” the deity known as Aligan grumbled in its gravely tone. It was tall, purple and hazy, lacking a describable shape. Looking at it hurt Charlie's eyes.

“Hello aligan,” ruby stuttered, gripping the back of charlie's shirt.

It grinned. “You have done it, I see. Well done!” It walked forward and picked up Grace's mutilated body. “I will take this. You will get what you asked for, but don't expect me to give you what you want so easily.” it sighed. “Oh humans, so enamored with love that they forget that you are always to return to the hell you made for yourselves.” it looked at ruby and charlie, shaking and covered in blood, and smiled. “Goodbye Charlie,” it disappeared with the body, leaving a painfully loud ringing noise.

Charlie gagged. “Ruby, I'm gonna puke,” he said, standing up with shaky legs. He ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, ruby close behind.

He yanked the bathroom door open, reaching the toilet just in time. Ruby vomited into the bathtub. The realization hit Charlie as he collapsed against the bathroom wall sobbing. He peeled off his bloodstained clothes and threw it into the tub. Ruby did the same.

“It's over,” ruby gasped.

Charlie cried out in grief. “Thats the problem,” he sobbed, “i killed her ruby, i fucking killed her! It will never be ok, im a fucking monster!!”

“So am I, but we can't go back. We did it. We aren't getting caught. It's over.”

The minutes passed slowly, the pair struggling to breathe as they wretched.

Charlie leaned over the toilet, retching bile for the millionth time. He had nothing left to throw up. ruby hacked up a ball of spit and coughed.

“Ruby i…. I can't take this.."Charlie heaved, tears running down his cheeks.

Ruby sniffed. “Charlie Edward Duvall for the love of god you are not killing yourself,”

“There is no god,” Charlie leaned back against the wall.

Ruby rested her arm on the tub's edge. “Don't start Char, you know what i mean,” she breathed heavily as she burped, rolling her head back. “You're not leaving me,”

“I won't, but we can both-”

“No charlie, we are not gonna talk about this. We aren't killing ourselves. We did this to have a longer life together, you arent fucking killing yourself.” ruby snapped and bent over the bathtub, vomiting again. The sound made Charlie gag. Ruby sat up, looking over at charlie. “We are gonna be ok. We are… we are gonna be ok.”

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I cannot be bothered to edit this rn, so sleepy

[lpfreakification]

My age has caught up

Im 30.

I've turned 30 last month but was super busy with school that I didn't have the time to process it.

Having this free time this week b4 I plan out what I wanna do in July, I think im overwhelmed with options.

Reading this BL in the past hour doesn't help with my emotions. They make them go haywire. God, boys are cute 😭

My timing is terrible when it comes to dating. I think it was 2 or 3 years ago now that I read a BL manga called Love Doctor that got me into a spiral of emotions + an overwhelming longing for a boyfriend. I did try. He was alright. I could do better. Then school started.

This feels selfish of me wanting a boyfriend just to recreate fluffy yaoi moments. That's a delusional way of thinking, Perla! *whines*

From experience, I do have ideas:

Step 1: Go to a place of frequent visits (such as internet, Tumblr, school, computer lab, library, lobby, coffee place, restaurant, workplace???)

Step 2: Do my doodle thing until someone walks up to you + compliments them

Step 3: intros

Step 4: talk about work/hobbies

Step 5: Repeat steps 1 - 4

Step 6: Exchange contact info once u get comfortable/confident, when your face lights up when the other person arrives, or can't stop thinking about them.

... + idk. I never gotten as far as that 😅 I remember one piece of advice I was told that I struggle with, + suck at: follow-up/following up. Why does it have to take so much energy 😫

I feel troubled. I know that I don't really like to give, just take. Eventually, I will have to learn to give more often. I constantly think to myself that I'm gonna give them something in return for what they've given me. In the end, I can never physically execute those thoughts, and I end up wallowing in bed in guilt.

Either:

- depending on future boyfriend, I'd do anything

- stay the same

- feels the same way + we can both agree not to spend on each other but for ourselves.

...

Man, what am I doing with my life this week, wasting away in bed? I guess I'm just being lonely as hell since the wedding two weeks ago. Dammit, the cute aggression is stirring up.

Also, aren't I supposed to be taking a break after two months of animation grinding, too?

I... don't have a good work-life balance. I've explained this so many times, so I'll skip it. Hmmm, little bit of things here, little bit of things there, + a few days off for myself to do absolutely, positively nothing.

I do have an ideal routine that worked out so perfectly when I had an internship in 2020:

I did get the right idea of starting animation work at 8 am. After my sister's wedding, I started taking my meds earlier at 5:20 in the morning. Huh, the 9pm hour is still an accurate time for chilling. I have been falling asleep earlier than usual nowadays, b4 11pm.

...

Since I'm here, let's organize my ideas.

- KH:DDD

- Kickboxing

- School stuff

- Improving on some animations, need a specific list for that

- Haircut

Those are my main points. There's bound to be more little things in between that may come along the way. Like, my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow morning, the local annual 4th of July Parade, + Traverse City, Michigan in August (more details when the date draws near).

...

I'm feeling a bit better now that I got these thoughts out of my system :)

Imma go grab a cheesecake from the kitchen X)

Yep!

[sincelastsession]

Therapy went well I feel. I am looking in my inbox for the dissociative information you were gonna send me. I really need to find a printer that doesn't have cartridges that are a zillion dollars. I'd like to be able to print out things and put it in a bright colored big binder, I think that would help me not lose therapy papers. Adhd is a bitch to find loopholes for.

One thing my Dominant partner does is loophole my brain to stop when I'm in a worry spiral. I really want to know why on earth my brain stops the bullshit for him and not other ppl or myself. It just feels like my brain clicks into place. Sometimes if he has time we have a little play and he puts me in sub space. It feels like complete relief like I'm floppy relaxed and floating and I crave and chase that feeling. There's nothing that compares. The idea of letting anyone else dominate me is sickening. It gives me a break, it's like letting someone else drive when you're so exhausted from life. He isn't a perfect Dom because honestly as a woman that has been a Domme it's not easy to always accommodate your subs and we've had hiccups but I don't think I'd trade him out for anyone else in the D/s dynamic. We've been on a break from playing for a bit because of his lack of time which bums me out but I know he can't fix that currently and is having a hard time so I've been holding space and giving him praise and recognition for being there for me at the capacity he can be currently. I think he deserves it and I'm not fawning. Sometimes I worry he will be mad. This is a very irrational fear of mine. But I worry about even the calmest of men exploding at me. I think it stems from my dad issues and general bad experiences with men. Matt knows about my fears and keeps his anger generally private unless he's asking to vent about something and needing support which he rarely does these days. At a long distance I feel as safe with him as I would in person. There are people i've known longer than him but not all of them are safe. Very few are safe, even the most well meaning in my mind.

My ex is also protective of me.

I find it odd that the men that are sorta grouchy assholes to others see me and are like "I WANT THAT WEIRD GOBLIN CREATURE AND IM GONNA PROTECT IT" This trope is HILARIOUS to me. I literally don't understand why though. I can't complain.

Travis is going to take pto for the therapy appointment.

He got me an iPad from his work with a digital art program I've been wanting. He said it was because I'm doing a good job and handling things well. I told him he didn't have to but he said he wanted to and emphasized he didn't expect anything in return and just wanted to make me happy. I'm really grateful for a friend with no ulterior motives. He works at CACRC downtown and it's just a refurbished one, they sorta get their pick of things they aren't going to sell so he assured me it wasn't something I needed to even consider paying him back for lol because I'd been talking abt buying a used one.

I do wish sometimes I had feelings for Travis other than just a really good big brother type. I wish we could cuddle as friends however I don't feel comfy and he gets it. Sometimes he gets big hugs tho. He really deserves a good woman to be the maw maw to his paw paw. I have sorta made it a side mission to wing woman and introduce him to people so they can see his kind heart. He has been through addiction and homelessness and is part of the recovery circuit in the sense I could call and ask if we could "find a bed" for someone ready to get help.

I've told him he'd make a fine therapist and counselor for people with autism and drug addiction especially. I think you will see that.

I feel lucky to have such a supportive friend.

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

You aren't gonna fucking do this shit....you're not. I know you told that other blogger that you have been attempting to accomodate my efforts to see and tt you, and that you also told her that you were pretty sure my story about being in love with you for years was just a big lie (#1...Despite the large number if my friends who are, tragically, no longer with us due, mostly, to the opioid epidemic, and a couple minor contributors, I can still find PLENTY of people who can vouch for me havibg been in love with you since the early 2000s, but more importantly, #2 why on earth would anyone claim that if it was not true....think about it. What have I ever attempted to gain from you?) I am hoping she was confused when she told me this, because it is simply untrue....as you know. I am always willing to meet with you. In fact, i insist upon doing so at least once in order for me to continue with this at all.....but, keep in mind that you have never directly agreed to do so. When you doxed yourself, it was on another site, and I recall you saying nothing to me, directly, or indirectly through other posts, to cluing me into the fact that you had done so. You have never IM'ed me. You havd never returned an IM. I will happily give you my number (though you obviously have it) I do not have your's. But, you KNOW of numerous ways you can reach me...knock it the fuck off with your bullshit "he doesnot care about me, everyone leaves me,i am alone...." I love you. I have yearned to be around you since summer. I don't want to date you,but that isn't because I love you any less than ever....if you demonstrated even the tiniest shred of willingness to consider my views and feelings, as opposed to simply demanding that I adjust to your's, I am sure you'd quickly make me change my mind here too.....so, as I said, Friday is the new end line. I hope we talk. If we don't, no hard feelings, but you don't get to spread falsehoods.

[thegeminisage]

ok. it's star trek update time. only one day behind thankfully! wednesday i pussied out of kiraodo hell so we did voy's "threshold" and "meld" and last night we finally DID do ds9's "crossfire" and then "return to grace."

threshold (voy):

absolutely nothing that i'd heard about this episode could have prepared me for the reality of it.

firstly, it must be said, the episode IS awful. there's absolutely no point to any of it, except, vaguely, tom paris's self-esteem issues, the thing he has to tackle after conquering his daddy issues. all told though he wasn't unbearable this episode, except for maybe when he insisted on taking the 2% risk to his fucking life

that said, did i give it a "must see" on the spreadsheet? yes, absolutely, even though it comes right before meld, which i gave a "must see" in a totally different way

like, sorry, if you can't tell what kind of a time you are getting into with one vs the other i can't help you

look. the fact of the matter is firstly i didn't expect all the body horror. also i didn't expect the salamander edging ie i thought they'd be salamanders the entire time and they only were for a few minutes. and finally: their wet, heaving, salamander bodies in the fog...was enough for me.

also, PEPPERONI!

finally, what the hell even was that conversation he and janeway had at the end. why aren't they more worried about their salamander babies. none of it makes any SENSE. it's glorious

meld (voy):

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

easily. EASILY. the best voyager episode we've seen so far. prior to now it was the one with the romulan but this one blows that one out of the fucking water

first of all, did you know tuvok has 4 babies and breed orchids because it's very important and he is so important he is my special little guy. i think if i was murdered i would definitely want him solving my case. he's a very thorough detective

the like..he just COULDN'T understand violence without reason. and instead of being like "wow that guy's got horns well not gonna let it ruin my day" he turns around and MIND MELDS WITH HIM? WITH THE SERIAL KILLER? "my vulcan nature will allow me to control it" YOU ARE INSAAANE

everybody talks about spock being crazy but it's gotta be just a vulcan thing. tuvok was willing to do the shady business deal, he is ALWAYS the first to put his hand on his phaser (so jumpy...), he's always clenching his jaw (thanks cathy i'm never going to be able to unsee it), like he is so far away from home and his babies and potential grandbabies and also his orchids, except for that one spock orchid he keeps in his quarters. he is under an immense amount of pressure. he got tortured like two or three episodes ago and (worse) someone HEARD HIM SCREAM and he just has to deal with that. my best friend tuvok. where was i even going with this

i love that he's afraid of himself. like he said about the torture: sometimes you simply have no choice but to endure the experience. he tried everything suder did: the holodeck, the therapy. it didn't work. (him fake killing holo-neelix was so scary btw because it was premeditated)

and i love that he has a REASON to be afraid of himself. this is the first instance since "amok time" and "all our yesterdays" we got a glimpse of what vulcans were like before they decided to go full surak, and like NO WONDER. BECAUSE THEY WERE SCARY. between telepathy, sheer brute strength, and incredible intellect, tuvok was nearly unstoppable. he fought his demons with all the fervor of spock himself. and speaking of spock...

the doctor said (and im copypasting here) "There's a definite neurochemical imbalance in the mesiofrontal cortex. That's where the Vulcan psycho-suppression systems are located." is this to imply there is a physiological component to the emotional control vulcans have, and if yes, spock may not have access to the full range of those abilities given his half-human heritage...? ie he's potentially stuck with the strength and lasting power of vulcan emotions and attempting to stay on top of them with fragile human impulse control

i don't know if i like it better that way, or if i like it better that he DOES have that ability and all the other vulcans still judge him anyway. after all, he certainly doesn't have half a pon farr or half the strength of a vulcan, biology doesn't work that way. but it is. sorry. fascinating to think about

and finally, who would i be if i didn't mention penetration? what a fucking line that was. i want to paste it over some spones screenshots. good fucking lord

sorry to make this voyager episode about tos. janeway and tuvok remind me SO much of kirk and spock i can't help but be into it a little even though i know their platonic friendship is really important and everything. i wouldn't have been mad if tuvok was single, you know? especially since, sigh, chakotay ends up with seven. he was so afraid of hurting her physically and then he hurt her emotionally and he was SO contrite...kill me

crossfire (ds9):

i don't want to talk about it.

actually wait yes i do. this episode wasn't fair to sisko. he NEVER yells at his people for no reason especially when it's clear they are normally competent and they're having trouble bc of emotional reasons. he sits down and talks to them about it! this was character assassination

okay and fine while i am talking about it i will also say i was pleasantly surprise by quark and the quark/odo. i'm gonna be a kira/odo girlie forever but i have been DYING for quark to do something interesting or with some emotional weight and he MET the challenge. this was the last person i expected to figure odo out, but in the end i don't think there could have been a better choice. odo said he didn't want sympathy and he meant it, and anyone besides quark would have attempted to give it to him (except maybe worf, lol)

oh, speaking of worf, their shared autism conversation...they need routines...personal space...love that for them

sorry, back to quark, it was REALLY funny when he gestured to his ears and went "hello?" it's exactly how i talk in 2024 so it got a huge laugh out of me

i don't dislike shakaar, and i did like a lot of cute kira/odo moments in this ep, but i think the elevator thing was stupid. i think it was also kind of rude for kira to be 20 minutes late to their meeting on both a personal and professional level and then be like :( when odo decided not to do them anymore. there was a lot of classic "friendzone" tropes in this episode, which weren't as tired and aged then as they are now, but jesus

anyway, i can comfort myself by knowing they go canon in the end. ik a lot of people hate them as a couple and i have a vague understanding that some of the bumps along the road continue to have these vibes, but i am prepared to ignore all that as long as they start kissing eventually

final note i read this on memory alpha:

this, but he saves kira instead and shakaar almost dies, and THAT'S when he has his breakdown about his love life interfering with his job/who he is and decides to attempt to get some distance. that would have been a much cleaner episode and also more gentle. idk why the think what they have is gentle. it was pretty brutal in places

return to grace (ds9):

man, every time they bring dukat in he becomes more complex and more layered and interesting. and we NEVER miss a beat with this guy. i was just saying aloud "this is all extremely fun and funny but i wish we remembered more often he ran a labor camp and did war crimes" and literally less than three minutes later they were discussing the fact that he did war crimes

like, you spend this whole episode thinking he's laying the moves on kira bc of his bajoran fetish/he's single now (which: lmao) and kira straight-up says "what he wants from me is forgiveness" when we as viewers got tricked into thinking what he wanted from her was the strap. (or, you know, both. one must be intrinsically linked to the other, naturally.)

and it si funny. again, they have that q and picard energy. the more he wants her the less she wants him and the less she wants him the more he wants her. he is a disgusting little creature and will Never be worthy of the strap!!!

love also that kira was like yeah you know what if you wanna run off half cocked fine i will raise your baby. you cant turn her into a little terrorist i cannot let you radicalize the child. that's twice she's wound up saving his daughter now

though i DEEPLY loved these two episodes with kira and dukat, i also miss when dukat had some weird gay thing going on with sisko. what, bc sisko's got a gf now he's just supposed to bow out gracefully? not my dukat

anyway, it was absolutely amazing to see kira in her element here, but i think it was such important character development that she goes "no, this isn't secretly what i live for, this TRAUMATIZED me, and i will live with the effects for the rest of my entire life." a lot of people on star trek post-war episodes have picked fights just so they could keep on fighting, because they quite literally don't know what to do with themselves otherwise. they NEED the war, they NEED the enemy. kira doesn't, and you get the sense she's only just now realizing that about herself. it's such a subtle but important bit of growth <3

NEXT TIME: ds9's "sons of mogh" and potentially voy's "dreadnaught" depending on time

[poppy-metal]

I come out of my Tumblr hiatus to bring u a thought. Pirate! Eddie. Him with the jack Sparrow look. The eyeliner. The clothes. The hat. He fucks u into practical unconscious bc 1. The dick is heavenly and 2. He doesn't know when he's gonna see u again bc 3. Your a royal and not supposed to be sleeping with the enemy. Idk just some food for thought

hey this physically did something to my brain it has stopped working. i also made it soft im sorry.

sneaking on pirate eddies ship to escape your marriage to lord creel (heh) nd his crew finding you and dragging you up to his chambers. you're terrified, you've heard the rumors about how ruthless a pirate munson was, how he and his creq ravaged villages and ships. but you were more scared of your life back home.

being brought to him and forced to kneel at his feet, where he sits in a makeshift throne of sorts, a big ancient looking thing. he's a beautiful and intimidating man. both everything like the legends and nothing like them at all. his white open vested shirt parts at his chest, revealing dark tuffs of his chest hair, and the start of inked lines that you guess are tattoos. his hair is long and wild, eyes soft a doe like, despite the kohl liner rimming them.

he taps his fingers idly on his the arms of his chair as he assesses you, quiet as he takes you in, dark eyes roaming over your tattered wedding gown.

a hint of a smile, "a runaway bride?"

you keep your head held high despite your racing heart. outside of his room his crew is tripping over themselves to see what's going on. "im no one's bride."

one of his eyesbrows lift, and you realize, despite his appearance, how nicely he presents himself. the whole get-up is purposeful. looking as feral as he unhinged as he does, he still gives off an air of superiority and regalness. "well." he says slowly, tap tap tapping his fingers. "i suppose you aren't now." he looks you over again, "did you hide yourself away on my ship hoping I'd keep you safe from your beloved?"

as he speaks he flips open a metal case near him, plucking a cigarette from the tin. he lights it as he waits for your answer.

"i just want safe passage." you hedge, watching how his rings glint as he cups his hands around the cig when it lights, fanning the smoke as he leans back comfortably. "i know i can't get that for free. i sought you out on purpose for that reason."

a plume of smoke blows from his lips. he looks intrigued, motioning towards you broadly, "go onnnn."

at this, some of your maidenhood returns, your eyes turning downcast. you're still wearing your engagement ring. the damn thing was too hard to get off when you'd tried before.

"m'not naive enough to think any pirates will do me favors. especially when im Henry Creels bride." you make yourself look at him, seeing the recognition of that name light his face. many people are scared of that name, but munson just looks curious, flicking ash of his cig as he listens. you lick your dry lips, "which is why....i plan to be of service. I know where my fiancé kept his investments. i know where he's kept hidden jewels."

even eddie munson isn't above greed. he's a pirate after, all. he licks his lips, and he stubs the cigarette out. standing, his heeled black boots thump against the wood of his floor as he comes to you.

you meet his eyes as he looks down at you, hair hanging down around his face is waves. pretty, you think.

when he holds his hand out for you, you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. he grins at you then, mishevous, and dimpled. "i think we have eachothers best interests at heart, little runaway. welcome aboard hellfire."

BRAIN BUZZING!!!!!! letting eddie lead you across sea, getting close with his crew after that, late nights in his chambers playing board games and teaching him how you and your childhood friend prince!steve used to dance (prince!steve whos currently scouring the very sea you're on to find you because hes in love with you. he's hitched a ride with pirate robin, his new best friend) at balls. he's clumsy and always steps on your feet but you think its endearing. finding out the rumors about him are basically just that, rumors. because eddie munson has a heart of gold.

and when you let him take you to bed weeks later, you're both feeling heavy with the fact that your journey is coming to an end. he'll have the treasures you promised him soon, and you'll be far and free from henry.

you let him lay you down and strip off your silk gown, run your hand down that smattering of hair down his chest until you reach that hard cock you've been craving between your legs since you first stowawayed on his ship.

he makes love to you, its your first time, sweet and intimate and hot, trading sacred murmurs you'd never speak out loud in the heat of the day. the bed rocking with his motions as he takes you, cradling you to him, lips pressed to your ear, your temple, your cheek.

"love you, my sweet little runaway. I'll never forget all that you've given me. your light, your laughter, this precious cunt. I'll take it all with me, forever."

[gojou-violin]

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| tw: twitter link - bondage, allusion to spanking, sex toy, (mildly painful; consentual) anal penetration, whining/complaining/crying(?). all mentioned characters are aged up to after their time skips (when applicable).

| a/n: last one was gn!reader, but this one's fem!bodied!reader. also, my take on this vid includes unsafe/unrealistic anal play-- please be safe. clean beforehand, use lube, be slow and careful, never be forceful the first time, clean up after. i only wrote it this way cuz im into it <3

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fuck, he's in heaven. work was so fucking difficult, he thought that he was going to blow a fuse in front of everyone or lose his mind before he could get home... to you... where you were waiting so patiently for him with a smile and a cute, "welcome home," for him. that calmed him down a bit. he went from seeing red to seeing you, only you. but he was still frustrated, understandably so, which was why he decided to treat his princess to what you've been begging for: training. "you want to be trained so badly to take my cock, huh?" you aren't exactly sure where this is coming from as you watch him leave for your bedroom and return with a length of rope and a clear dildo he used to punish you with whenever you were needy and needed something to cockwarm. to your surprise, you don't give him attitude when he started tying your arms behind your back. you don't question it when he angrily tears your pants off your body and discards of them by throwing them across the room, and you don't protest when he bends you forcefully over his knees. "i'll train you to take my cock in all kinds of places, darling, don't you worry that pretty heard of yours." and with a gasp that escapes you unwillingly following him lathering the tight ring of your ass in lube, he teases the tip of the glass toy at your entrance. you wriggle on his lap. you try to fight the thought of him forcing the toy into your ass, but he holds you steady, and the wide tip pops in. you cry into the couch cushion. "that's not even as big as me, princess. you're going to have to learn how to open up wider for me. come on. try." but there's really nothing you can do as he continuously fucks the tip in and out of your puckering hole. suddenly, he can't remember what he was so angry about. work? who could give a fuck about work when he has the most beautiful sight writhing around on his lap. you're heaven on earth. you're far gorgeous than anything of value in the world. and you're all his. and you're taking his punishment so well. he's sorry, truly, that he decided to take his anger out on you like this, but he can't regret it for too long when your tied hands are grabbing his forearm to brace yourself as you whine a pathetic, "i'm gonna cum--" and he fucks you harder and faster until you're weak on his lap, crying into the couch, cumming just from having him play with your ass.

| characters: eren, erwin, kenny, ZEKE, MYUNG-DAE, AKI, KISHIBE, light, engine, bokuto, geto, NANAMI, SUKUNA, TOJI, bakugo, dabi, HAWKS, kirishima, OVERHAUL, shigaraki.

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