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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

thinking about this dude. he’s not really a loner by choice huh

[thatdesigirl17]

tolerate it part 2

theodore nott x fem!reader

part 1

warnings: cheating, angst, swearing

Theodore stood there, stranded as the realisation of what had happened gravitated upon him. His eyes were glued to the floor, the mess that was created, the scattered dishes, the lasagna that Y/N had put all her work in and the watch which was now broken. He bent down and picked up the watch, the time stopped and the glass broke. How he wished he could’ve stopped right at that moment and fixed things up, how he wished this was fixable with a time turner. His eyes welled up as he realised what he had lost and how royally he had fucked up the one real relationship based on love that he had had in his entire lifetime. 

He hurried up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. He stood in front of the door of Y/N’s door, he could hear the soft sounds of her cries through the door, crumbling him further from the inside. 

Y/N flinched slightly as she heard loud knocks on her door. ‘Y/N! Open up, please!’, Theo’s voice infiltrated her silence. Y/N got up slowly and walked to the door, stopping right in front of it, ‘We have nothing left to talk about Theodore.’ 

‘Please let me talk to you, just once, please. I know I’ve lost you forever but please, just once, talk to me.’, he begged. Y/N took in a shaky breath, sniffling, her thoughts taken over by the confusion. ‘Please Y/N, I won’t leave from here until I’ve talked to you, please.’, Theo said further, clinging onto the hope of talking to her.

‘Stay here all night for all I care.’, she sighed as she went back, laying down on her bed and trying to sleep, avoiding any further interaction with Theo right now. 

The next morning, Y/N woke up and got ready. Anxiety was flooding through her as she remembered last night, she wanted to avoid Theodore but she knew he wouldn’t give up so easily. She took a deep breath and opened the door of her room. There, she saw Theodore sitting on the floor right beside her door, on the verge of sleeping. He quickly got up and turned to her, ‘Y/N, please, let me talk to you just once.’ 

She tried to shut the door but he stepped in between, continuing to beg for a chance. 

‘Fine. Just one talk and you leave me alone after that. What is it that you wanna say to me?’, she sighed, trying to get out of the mess as soon as possible. She stepped away allowing Theo to enter her room.

‘Y/N please’, he started, running a hand through his hair, his nervousness evident, ‘I know I fucked up real bad. Please could you give me another chance? I was naive, I let issues with my father cloud my judgement, please cara, could you give me one last chance? I promise I’ll be better.’ 

‘Another chance? This was the last straw, Theodore. Every time you drifted away, I carried you back, pulled you in tighter, because…because I thought you could love me. But you didn’t, you never did.’, she snapped. ‘But I-I do love you. I’ll try to be better, please.’, he said, stepping closer. She huffed, ‘How much sad do you think I have left in me? I stopped so low for you, and threw out any respect I had for myself because of you! What do I get in return? You, cheating on me! Do you think that’s forgivable? It’s not, Theodore. My friends, you know what they said about you? They said all sorts of shit and called me insane for being with you despite how you treated me. They were right.’ Tears started welling up in her eyes again, ‘They saw you for you were, through all that facade, but I-I kept telling them they don’t see you like I do. But I was the one who got trapped in the illusion you wove around me. They saw the real you, while I acted naive and stupid.’ 

Theodore opened his mouth but no words came out, he had no explanation left in him. He had let his issues with his father come in the way of what could’ve been the best thing in his life. He shut his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek. 

‘You never cared about me, it was my delusion who made me believe that maybe you did. But no more, not after what I saw. You’ll find someone. Someone who maybe you could bring yourself to care about.’, she sniffled. 

‘But they won’t be you. I did care about you, Y/N. I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am.’, he said softly. ‘Should’ve thought of that before. You sacrificed this relationship, you sacrificed us. And I don’t even know why! I gave you all that I had in me, yet it wasn’t enough for you I guess.’, she said as a tear rolled down her cheek as well. Theo looked up at her through his glossy eyes. He could see the hatred, the hurt he had caused her in the eyes that showed love for him once. At that moment, he knew he had lost her forever. The sight made his heart rip out from his chest. He cursed himself, he felt raged at himself and broken at the same time. He knelt before her taking in a shuddering deep breath, his voice trembling, ‘Please I can’t see you hate me, Y/N.’ He wrapped his arms around her, clinging onto the lower half of her body, his head resting on her stomach. ‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m an idiot, I didn’t realise what I was doing.’

It all her might for Y/N to not wrap her arms around him. This was the first time she had seen him like this, so vulnerable, but she knew she couldn’t put herself through any of this again. ‘Please Theodore, don’t make this harder for the both of us.’, she said trying to get free from his embrace. ‘You wanted a chance to talk, I have that to you. That’s all I can do. Please leave my room and my life. I can’t do this to myself again, can’t go through it again. You made your choices, it’s time I make mine.’, she said determination lacing her voice and her eyes shut as another tear rolled down her face. ‘Y/N…’, he trailed as he got up and looked at her. He could see the hurt that graced her face, the hurt that he caused and his heart shattered, he couldn’t look at himself the same way, how could he possibly beg for her forgiveness in this situation? He sighed, realising there was nothing he could do anymore. Y/N is right, he made a choice and now she’s making hers, the right choice, he deserves this for what he put her through. He deserved this long back but he took her for granted. ‘Alright, I’ll leave. For what it's worth, I’m terribly sorry.’, he said softly as he turned around to leave her. ‘Nothing. It's worth nothing now, Theodore.’, she said her voice quiet as he took in a shaky breath, nodding softly and left her alone. 

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[lovesickhughes]

15 minutes | jack hughes

a/n: so i love sabrina's new deluxe album, and it really holds true: put me in a room with jack hughes and i can do a lot in 15 minutes. it's all i need. anyway, ENJOYYYYY. i wrote this in one sitting, not proofread very well so i apologize in advance. SEND IN REQUESTS I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE ANY IDEAS U HAVE 🩵

summary: i can do a lot in 15 minutes, only gonna take 2 to make you finish!

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT– mdni [18+]. rough sex, jack hitting it from behind 🤭, p in v, praise kink, unprotected sex (PLEASE remember to always practice safe sex). if i missed anything please lmk!

wordcount: 2.8k

。·:*:･ﾟ★,。·:*:･ﾟ☆

Tonight was another one of those nights where your skin itched, and it craved to elicit some spark under Jack's tail.

Maybe it was the atmosphere, the dimly lit conference hall that was rented out by the team that was decorated with black and red decorations, the drinks buzzing through everyone's veins and the romantic music that carried throughout the space, or maybe it was simply the way Jack looked in his suit.

From the moment Jack soothed down the fabric of his blazer, your eyes trailed from his head to feet, soaking in his appearance and salivating at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.

It was moments like these where you were reminded how Jack had you completely wrapped around his finger, drowning in a puddle of your drool over how effortlessly Jack could pull off any look. From hockey gear, to fancy suits, or even when you found him in bed, with nothing on; there was nothing Jack couldn't pull off.

So as you stood next to Jack, perfectly tucked into his side as he talked to a few of his teammates and their families, a glass of liquor in his one hand while the other was occupied around your waist, his hand on the small of your back. The small gesture, and being so close to him, sent a buzz through your veins, your body temperature slowly increasing with anticipation as Jack never seemed to have you out of his reach.

From the moment you arrived, his hands were on you and you loved it. If anything, it was your favourite thing about him; how he always seemed to know all the right places to touch you, sending warmth through your body, and sparking butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Whether it was his hand being intertwined with yours as you walked through the venue, or when you stood at the bar and his hand rubbed up and down against the fabric of your dress that splayed down your back, you itched beneath your skin to get some sort of release that was pent up as the night progressed.

So as you were stood at one of the small, round tables that reached your ribs, sipping lightly on a glass of wine you had ordered from the bar, you politely listened to the conversation Jack was having amongst his teammates and friends.

And although you desperately attempted to pay attention to the conversation, your mind couldn't help but wonder to what you couldn't seem to get out of your head: the things you could and wanted to do to Jack.

It almost felt illegal to you, for Jack to look as amazing as he did, and you felt your mouth grow wet as you watched him intently— the way his face moved as his expressions changed as he spoke and listened, how his hand would every so often raise to take a sip of his drink or run a hand through his brown curls, or how his hand that was placed on your side, would every so often rub against your skin and his thumb would circle on your hip, creating a warmth to flood between your legs.

The night had passed by relatively quickly, and by the time you were finished with your third drink of the night, you noticed people began to slowly make their way home. However, there was still a decent group of teammates and their wives and girlfriends, circled around the small bar table, laughing and exchanging stories.

Although you were interested in what everyone had to say, you were clearly more interested in getting your hands on Jack, not knowing how much more you could withstand the sensation that rose between your legs, making your skin hot.

You reached to place your hand against Jack's chest, grabbing his attention, and he looks down to meet your eager eyes, his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol coursing through his veins.

He leans down to speak into your ear, the loud environment causing Jack's voice to sound small amidst everyone else. "What's up, baby? You okay?" He asked softly, turning his body to face yours, his hand still around your waist, now rubbing delicately against your skin.

You smiled softly at his attentiveness, "I'm good, yeah," you reassure him, nodding your head before biting your tongue to hold back what your mind is begging you to say.

Jack knows you like the back of his hand; he knows all the ins and outs of you, your likes and dislikes and all your little quirks that make you, so when he sees you hesitate to continue talking, he tilts his head down, his gaze deepening with yours, silently encouraging to continue.

You press yourself upward to meet Jack's ear, making sure no one else heard what was on your mind, and what you could be confessing to Jack— your cheeks growing warm as you reached a hand up to the nape of his neck, twirling his brown curls with your fingers against the nape of his neck.

"I need you, like— right now." You giggled, feeling a little embarrassed at your confession, and you stood back, watching Jack's face twitch as he processed your words. You could see him shutter at your words, swallowing thickly, knowing your words immediately were sent to his core, making his cock twitch beneath his pants.

He sheepishly grinned at you, pulling you into his embrace and hugging you, but while wrapping your own arms around his neck, you couldn't help but feel Jack's growing bulge press against your abdomen, making the heat that filled your cheeks spread to the rest of your body, sending an unrecognizable sensation through your veins.

Jack chuckled lowly as he planted a few quick pecks to your forehead, holding you tightly against his body.

"Babe, you can't just say that to me." He said as he leaned back to look down at you through hooded eyes, and you gave him a soft pout of your lips, looking up at Jack with doe eyes, trying your best to seduce him into breaking down his facade and giving into the temptation you were offering.

"Why not? I mean, we can be quick— I really won't be long." You said through a grin that spread through your face, both of you knowing exactly what you meant.

Jack's eyebrows rose. "Oh really, you think so?" He pressed. When it came to who could tease the other and make them a completely flustered mess, it was an ongoing competition between the two of you, and Jack made it his mission to win, leaving you hot and bothered by his words and seductive actions.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, trying to contain your excitement and eagerness as Jack looked around to his surroundings before shaking his head and taking your hand with his own, straightening his stance.

He turned to his teammates and their significant others and announced your departure for the night, and although a few attempted to protest Jack and you leaving, they bade their goodbyes, and you began to walk urgently through the venue to the exit.

In the meantime, your hand had slipped to reach for your phone, quickly pulling up the app to order an Uber, and Jack stood behind you, both of his hands tightly gripping your hips as you were pressed up against his chest.

You lean into his embrace, tilting your head back to meet Jack's eyes, smiling and planting a kiss on his jawline before turning in his arms to get a better look.

"Y'know, we didn't have to go home, I'm sure we could've found a secluded bathroom or somethin'," you shrugged, knowing well enough that Jack would find any way to get his hands on you properly, without having to worry about being caught.

He grinned, eyes squinting as his hands that were placed on your hips, gave your skin a quick squeeze, "C'mon, babe. You cant just tease me like that and give me barely anything." He chuckled and his gaze averted to the car that was pulling up, matching the description on your phone. "And plus, when you look like this, there's no way I'm not gonna have all of you."

Your eyebrows raised in shock at Jack's remarks, following his steps towards the Uber and sliding into the backseat and you couldn't help to contain your smile that spread on your face, knowing you would be in for a treat when you get home.

The Uber ride back to Jack and your shared apartment seemed to pass by within a blink of the eye, and before you knew it, you were stumbling through the door, making sure it closed behind you as Jack was hot on your tail as you made your way to the bedroom.

When you entered your shared bedroom, Jack's hands that were previously on your hips, guiding you to your bedroom, now found themselves at your shoulder, fumbling with the top of your dress, attempting to slide it off of your body.

As soon as your dress was peeled from your body, Jack softly pushed your body forward, your hands coming out in front of you to catch yourself against the plush mattress, and you peered over your shoulder, watching as Jack discarded his own clothes, stepping out his boxers and revealing his swollen cock, that sprung upwards once it was free from his clothes.

Jack pumped his cock a few times, spitting into his own hand to make sure his cock was primed before he aligned himself behind you, your knees now pushed onto the mattress as you weighed on all fours, anticipating Jack to slide into you with ease.

When you felt the pressure of Jack's hips against yours and his cock filling you, stretching you out in all the best ways, you both let out a moan of relief at the feeling, letting Jack sit for just a moment and letting you adjust before he began moving his hips in a forward motion, filling you out completely until he bottomed out.

"Fuck, baby, you look so good like this," Jack groaned, his hand finding your hip to steady himself as his thrusts began to pick up in pace.

You hummed, "Mhm, just for you, only you, Jack." You nodded in reassurance, knowing the praise went straight to Jack's ego.

His thrusts immediately sped up at the sound of your remarks, and soon the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, your moans following each blissful thrust as Jack pounded into you. Holding your weight on your elbows, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you in pleasure as the sounds of Jack's cock sliding in and out of you made you even more wet than you already were.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're fuckin' perfect, takin' me so well," Jack groaned, his hands roaming up your back and kneading at the skin of your shoulder and neck. "Think you can tease me in front of my teammates- being a desperate little slut, wanting this cock so bad." He jutted through each breath as he hit your sweet spot, making you moan loudly as your head fell into your chest in pleasure.

"Jack, please- keep going, fuck," You encouraged as the air in your throat seemed to get caught in your throat.

As Jack continued to pound into you, your knees slid to the sides, spreading your legs further, and in an attempt to readjust your body, Jack hiked your one leg up towards your hip, stretching you to reach even deeper into your pussy that swallowed him so perfectly.

The sight of you sprawled out on your mattress, a moaning, hot mess as Jack thrusted deep inside of you, was enough to make Jack come undone only by looking at you. But the sounds that came from your throat is what threw him over the edge, his thrusts faltering as he came closer and closer to his climax.

Even you, in sync with Jack's motions, could feel the tightness beginning to form in your lower half, the shocks of Jack's thrusts spreading euphoric sensations through your skin only furthering your approach to coming undone on Jack's cock.

But what you didn't expect, was for Jack to lean forward, his teeth sinking into your shoulder lightly, and his free hand slipping underneath your abdomen and sinking down to your dripping pussy, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and beginning to rub it in all the right ways that pushed you even furhter.

His thrusts slowed, but with every thrust, he'd hit so deep into your core that the shock of pleasure erupted through your entire body, your mouth hung open, air getting caught in your throat, leaving you unable to formulate words.

"I can feel you're getting close, baby, your perfect little pussy clenching me so good, fuckin' made for my cock." Jack whispered into your ear, making you whine in response.

"Jack, I'm so close." You whined, your head falling into your arms that were sprawled in front of you, and you felt Jack's hand speed up in its circular motion against your clit, his thrusts slowly beginning to speed up as you reached your peak.

When Jack's hand and thrusts came to an abrupt halt, you turned your head to see what Jack was doing, but before you had a moment to realize he was readjusting himself to hit even deeper into you than imagined, the feeling of Jack's fingers rubbing your clit and thrusting into you, was enough for the knot to come loose in your lower stomach, as heat flooded your body, euphoria and bliss taking over your senses and you loudly moan out in pleasure, calling Jack's name repeatedly.

He continued to thrust into you, more delicately as he reached his own orgasm, before spilling into you and coming to a rest, letting his cum fill your hole to the brim. And when he pulled out of you slowly, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper at the empty feeling.

Jack then leaned over your limp body, exhaustion now falling over you as you came down from your high. He placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder, trailing up to your temple. "I'll be right back. Let's get you cleaned up, 'kay?" Jack said softly, and you nodded in response, a soft smiling rising on your face at Jack's tender aftercare.

After he slipped into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, he came back, delicately cleaning you up, making sure to be soft around your sensitive core, and you turned your head to watch him, noticing the grin on his face that you knew was because he felt his ego boost at the sight of you completely wrecked by him.

Not long after, you found yourselves tangled under the sheets, tucked into Jack's side as he trailed his hand up and down the side of your arm.

"You seem really proud of yourself, J, what's up with that?" You looked up to meet his gaze while your head rested on his chest.

"Well," He said as a matter of a factly, "you said it wouldn't take long for us." He pressed, "But you said that in a way that meant I wouldn't last," He continued, making your brows furrow in skepticism.

"Okay, and... what are you trying to get at?" You dragged out, searching his features to see what he was up to. His tongue toyed with the inside of his cheek, smiling sheepishly to himself, before looking back down at you.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe just the fact that you were the one to be begging for me to make you finish, pretty quickly too might I add." He said with raised eyebrows, confidence lacing through his voice.

You threw your head back in laughter, "And that should be a good thing."

"Don't worry, it definitely is," Jack reassured before leaning forward and flipping your bodies so you were underneath his broad frame, your night ending with a few more rounds to see who really could finish faster than the other.

[muqingslover]

[ if you're against cunt!boy content then this is your warning to jump ship. To the fellow degenerates that stay, put on your hats and welcome aboard. ]

[ Now as a women enthusiastic, I love the genderbendering shenanigans but I want to take a step forward or rather backwards and talk about the boys with only a pussy because it's so funny and also just bc I can do whatever I want (this is my equivalent of projecting period cramps onto men). Out of everyone, I think we should start with our neighborhood freak. ]

Xavier should've known better when he agreed to let the oddballs from the lab staff to experiment on him. If he hadn't folded when you batted those pretty lashes of yours at him while reassuring him it was a only a small favor for a friend then he wouldn't be in this mess. In his defense, he was told it was a completely harmless drug that was being developed to create more...realistic disguises for missions. The problem is that no one told him just how realistic it would be until he woke up the next day with a very crucial part of himself missing.

Having you laugh yourself to the point of tears at his exasperated reaction when he told you did not help his desire to dig a hole to bury himself in. After a very long phonecall with the lab, the poor man was left laying face down on the floor in contemplation at the news that he was stuck like this for a few days until the drug naturally left his system. He was lucky really, most of the other subjects had been stuck in all kinds of misplaced "genders" for a whole month.

Now, how could you pass out on this golden opportunity of teasing him? He's always so assertive, in his own way, and for the first time you had the upper hand by sheer "seniority" of who has had a pussy for longer which is freaking hilarious but also, very useful, because you could now teach him all about the ways he could feel pleasure that he otherwise wouldn't even dream of. Out of all the other boys, Xavier would be one of the most open about exploring it despite the initial grumbles and embarrassment. He's actually very into understanding exactly how you feel when he touches you and absolutely loves having you touch him in any way. Not to mention his freaky side definitely itches with curiosity. Though, it does take lots of sweet kisses to his sensitive ears and coaxing that you won't make fun of him until he agreed to let you have your way, for now.

He's laying on his back with his knees spread for you while wearing nothing but the soft blue hoodie he refused to take it off because it served as a "shield" to hide himself in. He even pulled on the strings of the hood and resembled some sort of strange sandworm, which you had to do your best not to laugh at to avoid making him turn tail after all your efforts to convince him. Xavier jumped a bit when your fingers spread open his folds— His pussy was a borderline cute shade of pink and the little bit of white fluff hair on top really sealed the deal. The feeling of the cold and watery lube being poured made him decide he needed an extra layer of "safety precaution" and grabbed a pillow to hold it tightly against him since he wasn't confident he could safely hold onto you without accidentally cracking one or two of your bones.

Like everything else with him, it took some coaxing to drag his clit out of hiding as your thumb lightly pulled up the sensitive skin to expose the small bud. The scent of soap fills your senses when your nose nudges against his little cunt and your tongue darts out, finding the perked up clit and licking it with the just right amount of pressure to drag a surprised moan out of his throat. His hood slid down, showing his tousled pale hair when his head whipped back up towards you and his blue eyes landed on yours. "Do that again...Please?" He asked in a weak, raspy voice. All the previous hesitation completely gone and he only wondered if all women were always this sensitive or was it a "him" thing? He genuinely had no idea nor did have enough time to give it serious consideration before his mind blanked at the pleasure you gave him.

His head fell back against the pillow he was clutching when you sucked on the bundle of nerves and for the first time he felt as if he had no control over the bordering pathetic sounds that were being forced out of him. It felt strange, like there was nothing he could use to compare what he was feeling right now, but so damn good. He took in a sharp breath when your middle finger pushed inside his hole, which to your surprise was surprisingly soft, welcoming your index finger with ease shortly after as you began to search for the place that always had you screaming for him and mindlessly wondering if he'd even have it. Your self-indulgent line of thought was quickly answered by a much louder moan echoing and his knees almost closing around your head in reflex. A whole new level of pleasure was being unlocked for him and each cry sounded whiner than the last as your fingers kept on hitting the sweet, sweet spot and your lips continued on abusing his swollen clit mercilessly.

"I-It's good, it's so— A-Ah, it's so good, more—" His voice cracked and he made visible effort to keep his legs open for you. A dark, damp spot became obvious on the pillow case that he was using to muffle himself by biting onto it, a string of drool connecting to his lips as he gasped in such a pathetic way and his blue eyes blinked out of focus. You had never seen Xavier falling apart the way he was now and oh was it a sight to behold.

When his pussy began clenching around your digits warning you that he was going to come very soon you decided to give him another treat for being so good. Your tongue abandoned his poor bud and instead joined the two fingers that were sliding in and out of his slippery slit, probing it's way into his hot, wet walls and causing his back to arch off the bed. Your free hand replaced your mouth by rubbing his abused clit with your fingertips, squeezing it just enough so that his eyes would roll into the back of his head.

"Y-Yes, yes— Love, don't stop, please, please plea—" Xavier begged, his hips grinding against your mouth and his whines turned into broken whimpers before he came so good it caused little stars to pop into his vision. You kept on fucking his cunt while he orgasmed, making sure he felt each and every nerve of his tightening then relaxing before you pulled away to admire your poor boyfriend that had been reduced to a whimpering and trembling mess.

Oh but if you think you have won then you're very, very wrong because we all know Xavier's specialty is turning tables on you. He's not the most dominant ML in-game for nothing after all and with or without a cock he will always fuck you good. He just needed a bit of a warm-up first ;)

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Folks do not understand Orlok and Ellen in “Nosferatu” (2024), in the slightest, because they don’t understand Robert Eggers storytelling; he gives us the characters POV, their beliefs, not the actual truth of the story (“exposition”); characters talk about what they believe to be the truth. And this is why all your “interpretations” are incorrect and there’s no “sexual abuse” nor r*pe going on here, and never was.

It was Ellen who resurrected and cursed Orlok at the prologue (confirmed 4 times in the film); he’s not merely her sexual awakening, he’s also the awakening of her power (death);

Orlok was no more than a shadow at her window during her teenage years; Ellen would masturbate (the ultimate sin in Victorian era) and Orlok would appear at her window (it’s sexual energy that summons him);

This is a spiritual connection, not a physical one; the prologue established if Orlok touches Ellen she almost dies (she was masturbating at the prologue and then he grabs her neck);

Ellen never gave Orlok invitation into her family manor, that’s why she opens the window to him at the Harding household unaware she’s dooming everyone inside (precisely because he was no more than a shadow at her window, a haunting, a presence);

It’s Ellen who summons/conjures/invites Orlok for their communications to happen, she channels her sexual energy through her “hysteric fits” for them to communicate (telepathically; inside of her mind); it’s not him doing things to her body, it’s all on herself;

Ellen lacks the language to fully understand her power; and Victorian society doesn’t give her the knowledge to do it. That’s why she’s both confused and oblivious about the whole thing (confirmed by Robert Eggers in interviews). And that’s why it’s a character outside of Victorian society, with Occult learning, Professor Von Franz, who provides her with answers she needs to understand herself;

Ellen was not a literal “child” when she resurrected Orlok; she was 15 years old (confirmed in interviews), and she accuses him of corrupting her innocence because, in that scene, she believes Orlok is a demon possessing her body (because of what Von Franz told her, but he talked about a “daemon” haunting); for his part Orlok thinks Ellen knows she’s been summoning him to her this entire time (“thought you I wouldn’t return? Thought you I would not? Your passion is bound to me.”);

Professor Von Franz, in true occult scholar fashion, doesn’t tell Ellen the whole truth about her power (death) because he knows she’s not ready to hear it (he only tells her in their final scene together); Orlok reveals it (enchantress; necromancer) because he wants her to acknowledge her power (death) and see it will never be accepted by Victorian society; which is why he gives her three nights. Until then she will suffer him, the monster of her own creation, to bring her power (death) to those she loves (the living; Victorian society);

Ellen is the reincarnation of Orlok’s wife or lover. Orlok did took her “as his lover then”; but this “then” is 300 years into the past (late 16th century), not the 19th century. “Remember how once we were? A moment. Remember?” And she probably does have unconscious memories of this; the lilacs, the sex dreams of Orlok (he can only create nightmares); “you could never please me as he could”. And this is why he haunts her and is dragging her to her grave (strigoi myth);

The importance of “Ellen’s possession scene” to her character is that she realizes she can communicate with the spiritual realm as a whole (not only with Orlok); Orlok it’s not a demon possessing her body, it’s all on herself; and she’s the one who has been conjuring him this entire time (“I’m unclean!”). And this is why Orlok is not in that scene at all, there’s no visual indication of this, and he only shows up at the window later, when Thomas is asleep.

At last, Professor Von Franz finally reveals to Ellen her true power/nature, because she’s ready, and it’s what Orlok told her twice already: “In heathen times you might have been a great priestess of Isis”. Isis, Queen of the Underworld. “You are not for the living. You are not for human kind.” Ellen’s power is death (necromancer, mediumship, spiritual world).

Expanded explanation here, for those interested.

[lilmarshie]

can you please do something sweet where reader comforts gi hun after s1?

Comforting Gi-hun After He Wins The Games HC’s

A/N- Thank you for the request, anon! I hope that

you enjoy these headcanons!

- After winning the games, Gi-hun, is in a state of shock and he’s coping with the traumatic experiences that he faced while in the games

- Gi-hun suffers from nightmares and flashbacks that make him unable to sleep at night

- He experiences immense guilt over the lives that were lost and the choices he had to make during the games

- You notice how distant he’s become and you want to help him overcome these difficulties but you give him the time he needs to process these emotions

- You start to help him by offering gentle advice, hugs, peppering his face with kisses, and being there for him when he’s finally ready to talk about what happened

- You also cook him his favorite meals, watch movies and shows with him, and go for walks with him to take his mind off of things

- You create a safe and secure environment for him at home to help him cope

- During the nights where he’s experiencing nightmares, you hold him close and, whisper soothing words and reassurance that you’ll always be there by his side

- Your presence is the solace he needs when he’s coping with these feelings

- You encourage Gi-hun to be open with you about what happened

- You let him know that you’re there to listen to him without judgment

- One evening, he finally starts to talk, sharing bits and pieces of the horrors he faced

- You listen intently, offering words of comfort and understanding, helping him unburden his heart

- You also encourage him to seek professional help if he feels comfortable, assuring him that it's okay to ask for support beyond what you can provide

- As time goes on, Gi-hun starts to reclaim his life back

- With your unwavering support, he starts to find moments of joy and peace

- You both talk about the future, making plans and setting goals that give him hope and a sense of purpose

- You celebrate small victories together, whether it's a day without nightmares or a moment of genuine laughter

- These milestones become precious reminders of how far he's come

[snakeeyeddarling]

It's interesting to me how Harley genuinely seems to believe that he's doing the right thing but not for the right reasons.

(This is more of a ramble than anything so please excuse any mistakes)

He mentions in chapter four that: "The ONLY difference is that what I fight for actually gains humanity something."

You could just attribute this to Harley trying to turn us against Poppy but I do think he actually meant what he was saying.

We know that Harley lacks humility, yet the actual reason he was kicked from the Young Geniuses Program was more because he was only interested in progress for progresses sake. He only cared about whether he could do something, not whether he should.

Elliot mentions himself in the letter removing Sawyer from the program that: "Scientific progress should ALWAYS be to the benefit of humanity," and I actually do think Harley took that part to heart. Only, he still didn't care about humanity in the slightest and probably didn't have a reason to. He just wanted Elliot's approval. Or perhaps he was trying to spite him.

In Harley's eyes the biggest flaw humanity has is mortality. He describes it canonically as an inferno. A flame to be escaped. That was one of the ulterior motives he had when he created the BBI - a way to turn humans into living beings that would never age or grow sick.

He even says himself before he dies in chapter four: "I was the one that paved the golden path," which I'm fairly certain is a reference to the "Golden Path" in Dune; something that also ties into ensuring humanity's survival.

In the Icepick Arg too you can find this message:

Here Harley describes himself as being merciful, sparing humans from their inevitable fates and the limitations of their own bodies. However he isn't doing any of it for humanity's sake, only for the recognition, approval, and attention. And because Elliot told him to.

He justifies himself here again, fully believing he is in the right and that others will understand in a thousand years, once humanity is "saved" because of an immortality he discovered.

Also consider how Harley's last words are: "You...saved...nobody..."

I think he's talking to us, but also to himself. He's acknowledging that despite his brilliance and achievements, he wasn't the savior he believed he was.

In the end, Harley is such a fascinating character to me because he does believe he's doing the right thing but because he doesn't understand why he needs to do the right thing, he actually ends up hurting people more than he does helping them. Ironically enough, it is exactly what Elliot was afraid of when he removed Harley from the YGP:

"Progress made simply for the sake of progress often winds up hurting us more than it helps."

It's almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy. And despite the fact Harley is an irredeemable, narcissistic psychopath, I think it's tragic that he and so many other people suffered because he fought so hard for a cause he didn't believe in. Not truly.

[eliotquillon]

What do you think about the relationship between the ducklings with cuddy & wilson

taking ducklings to just mean the original gang, here. anyway. oh my god i actually have another use for the flowchart i made for my friend group’s niche powerpoint night (wherein i attempted to speedrun an explanation of house, duh):

as you can see on my handy dandy diagram, there’s a pretty big divide between the fellows and the ‘adults’ (specifically wilson and cuddy). i think it was @all-pacas who pointed out the one-way system between the adults and the fellows, wherein the adults are allowed to peer down but rarely engage with the fellows’ drama directly, so i won’t rehash that because her explanation is great and also i’m running on not a lot of sleep atm (it is deadline season). so let’s move onto the individuals.

i’ve talked about cameron’s relationship with wilson before: not really friends, but definitely more than just distant colleagues (which is essentially what wilson is to chase; they get basically zero scenes together until after cameron leaves lol). so i’ll skim over that because that post was pretty long and there’s no way i’ll rephrase it better over here (i’ll drop a link in the replies if i have time). moving on…cuddy and cameron is interesting, because they butt heads not that infrequently in s2 and 3; i’m thinking specifically of cuddy’s general eyeroll reaction to articlegate here, and also cameron’s massive wave of irritation at cuddy trying to intervene during camchase fwb era, but there are definitely way more examples i’m just not remembering specifics about. i think, on the whole, this is mostly because a) cameron and cuddy have pretty dominant, not entirely dissimilar personalities that clash when put together closely, and b) cameron in general really chafes at being judged/told what to do by anyone who isn’t house. absolutely hilarious to me that cameron gets invited to her baby naming ceremony but tbh the pettiness drops off pretty sharply after s3 so maybe they do make water cooler small talk in the background. for everyone’s dignity i will not properly acknowledge the weird ‘does cameron still have feelings for house uwu’ thing cuddy tries to investigate during saviors, because if i think about that episode too long i start twitching and i think it smells fear, but like. that is also a thing, for like five whole seconds. although to be clear if cameron parallels any of house’s other love interests it is stacy (in the grand camchase reenactment of house/stacy). anyway i do appreciate that cuddy is one of the few people who cameron drops the mask with and isn’t actively trying to win over. but also you know what i’m like. i want everyone to be friends and frolic in a field together and i do think cameron and cuddy’s friction is a leeetle bit suspicious (misogyny) when they’re the only main female characters for the first three seasons. but i digress.

onto chase: as previously discussed, he and wilson do Not Talk until cameron leaves. i’m pretty sure they don’t have a solo scene at all until private lives but please don’t quote me on that. and this…makes sense to me. wilson and chase are very different—not in a ‘ooo fight about it’ way but just in a ‘they’d have nothing to really talk about or bond over besides house’ way, yknow? wilson is hyperinvested in his patients. chase really doesn’t gaf outside of notable exceptions (usually children or nuns). and unlike with cameron, chase doesn’t spend anywhere near enough time with wilson for proximity to create any kind of fondness. i’m sure it’s cordial, and i am fond of the idea of them working together with cameron to Gaslight House at the start of s4, but that’s about it. as for cuddy and chase: pretty much the same? i mean chase doesn’t really have a problem with shrugging and going ‘lol not my problem’ to cuddy whenever she tries to rope him and cameron back in to deal with house in s4 and s5, but that’s not personal to cuddy, it’s more about his #boundaries era with house. and chase is like…infamously a kissass. cuddy does specifically say to house in human error that chase is a good doctor (she’s really the one harassing him to un-fire chase), and she clearly liked him enough to give him a position in the surgery department after he left diagnostics, so clearly he has made a decent impression on her…but that’s not really about chase as a person. i think cuddy likes him, and chase is kind of ambivalent about her, but like. even if she were not dean of medicine i can’t really see them hanging out. yknow?

saved the best for last: FOREMAN. i love that we see foreman calling out wilson’s bullshit in the pilot. one of my favourite gags in lines in the sand is foreman’s half hearted wave of acknowledgement when wilson walks in and sees them all ddxing in his office. it’s so cheeky. obviously it must kill house to have to answer to foreman in s8 but yknow what i bet it killed WILSON just as much. ultimate passive aggression vs straight up aggression-off. i think they both die inside at the knowledge that, by s5 at least, they’re the ones best equipped to deal with house’s nonsense but equally i think wilson is secretly thrilled that foreman stands up to house all the time. they’re so frenemies coded. and as for foreman and CUDDY…they crack me up sometimes. i love love their powerplay with each other at the start of s4. i love seeing cuddy relish in dangling promotion over him and then yanking it away in s2. in another life this could’ve been such a great forbidden ship dynamic. as the kids say, she is just always clocking his tea. i so wish she could’ve given foreman the telling off of his life about his misadventures with the huntington’s trial. foreman is just so allergic to Not Having conflict it tickles me!

[erikftglitter]

Ch 11 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

While Erik did have a time with his newly appointed girlfriend, the doctor was also quite relieved to be back at work. Being a surgeon was one of the only things that grounded Erik. Not to mention that that he is now solely responsible for Kari’s lifestyle. He’s not so sure if she’s realized that yet. The screen in front of him interrupted his thoughts.

The urine sample from Dr. Stevens’ patient pleased Erik. The poor man had a horrible urinary tract infection, which sent his kidneys into a frenzy. He could treat this and send the man to urology. This was not his area of expertise, though he was pretty sure that he could guess the diagnosis.

“Thank you Doctor.” The man’s wife offered Erik a grateful smile. She was definitely more than halfway through her pregnancy, her skin maintaining a radiant glow. The more that she talked, the more that Erik began to feel uneasy.

“We’re just happy that we’re finally getting some assistance with this. He’s been in so much pain and between the emergency room visits, and the baby-“

Erik tuned her out. He knew how to appear to be present even if he wasn’t. It had been a few weeks since he and Kari began having sex and he couldn’t ignore the fact that something didn’t add up.

Assuming Kari’s uterus is just as functional as this woman’s, she should be pregnant with his child right now.

Relax.

He wanted to. He was rarely agitated at work. He worked very hard to create his calm facade and needed to maintain it. He had no choice but to let his thoughts flow for the next few hours.

//

“Kari.” Erik called out very carefully when finally he stepped into the condo. Kari was standing in kitchen looking over a pot.

“I’m making pot roast.” She beamed. Erik would’ve been entertained if it wasn’t for the thoughts that accompanied his mind. He could hardly ignore it and he wanted to ask her when he could monitor her body language. Kari was not a good liar.

“Mhmm. When was your last period?” Erik asked, completely unfazed by Kari’s statement. He watched as Kari looked down at the pot and remained silent for a few moments.

“Last month.” She answered with a sigh. She thought that she had won when Erik didn’t mention it. She thought that he left it up to her to handle when he didn’t explicitly mention it.

“Right. Is that normal for you?” Erik asked as he walked closer. Kari’s calm demeanor could mean a couple of things to him.

“Well I’m on birth control so yeah.” Kari explained, her body started to warm up by both the burner and the gaze of the doctor. Erik could read her subtle body language very easily.

“Mhmm. And you were on birth control when I nutted in that pussy the first time?” Erik asked. His body now completely behind Kari’s, his words echoing right into her ear.

“N-no. I um got on afterwards because we didn’t t-talk about what to do about it.” Kari could barely get her words out without feeling intimidated. She felt stupid. It was her decision too. Most of her money covered the maintenance of her home and her car expenses. She wasn’t ready to bring a child into the world. Sure Erik was loaded, but she wanted to be able to contribute. Erik hadn’t even mentioned kids.

Erik’s not sure how he feels. Part of him is relieved that he didn’t create a child out of wedlock, but part of him longed for seeing Kari pregnant. How beautiful she’d be. It would be easier for Erik to deny her the ability to work ever again. Erik loved that. However, there was something confusing about this story.

“If you got on birth control afterwards, how are you not carrying my baby now Kari?” Kari almost hated when he called her that. She was almost in trouble each time that he used her name and it made her anxious.

“I took a contraceptive pill the next day.” Kari revealed gently. She felt guilty but she knew that it necessary. They were not established enough to be having a child.

“I would’ve gone to get it for you Kari. Why didn’t you ask?” Once logic touched Erik he knew that she had done the right thing. He would get her pregnant, no doubt about it, but he’d do it right.

Kari’s eyes began to fill with tears. She was very used to figuring out everything on her own. It was hard for her to understand that Erik was here for her. Erik paid for everything. The only reason why Kari still works is because she loves her job.

Erik reached over Kari and turned the burner off. He softly pushed her to the direction of the couch. He sat down first and Kari knew what to do next. This was their dynamic. Erik would lead and Kari would follow. Just as he liked it.

“What do you think this is Kitten?” Erik trailed his hands up Kari’s thighs. “You and me?” He added, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. He wasn’t always gentle but Kari required delicacy. This was definitely one of those times.

“You’re my man?” Kari practically whispered from her place in his lap.

“Right.” Erik encouraged. “And remind me, what is Kari’s job?” Erik inquired. The two had a clear understanding of what Kari was to do.

“To come to you about everything.” Kari replied. It was much easier said than done if Kari was being honest.

“Then why do you shut me out kitten?” Erik’s tone was much softer than Kari expected. The contraceptive pill was the cherry on top of Kari’s avoidant behavior. He knew that he looked like the big bad scary dom for making Kari move in so suddenly, but times like these reminded him that he was doing the right thing.

A woman like Kari wasn’t supposed to be left to figure it out alone. She worked with condescending women that longed for Kari’s freedom and she was consistently being taken advantage of. All of the administration roles were slowly being forwarded to Kari and she found herself caring more than anyone else.

While Erik was in no position to tell Kari to quit, especially when he knows that she loves her students, he really hated seeing the girl frowned up by her computer most nights. The only way he could pry her away from the technological abuse was by leaving small kisses on her neck and making her lose focus.

“That hurts me kitten.” Erik admitted after the two sat in silence. Was his feelings actually hurt? Not in the technical sense. He didn’t enjoy being left out of Kari’s world when she was all that was on his mind. He felt responsible for upholding her happiness and doing everything in his power to see the teacher smile.

“I’m working on it.” Kari whispered from his chest. He pulled this out of her. Kari wouldn’t have known that the man from the grocery store would have her like this. She’s angelic in his eyes. She could do no wrong and the intensity in which Erik spoke and behaved backed those feelings up.

“That’s all I want kitten. Don’t I deserve it?” Erik shamelessly asked. He was only half serious but he couldn’t resist the urge to immortalize the tension.

“Yes. You deserve it all.” Kari purred into his ear. The pot roast would have to wait because the way that Erik felt underneath Kari solidified that dinner was the least important part of the evening.

Erik pulled Kari’s tank top off and watched how the exposure caused her nipples to protrude. He took one of Kari’s breast in his mouth and rubbed the other, constantly encouraged from the pants leaving Kari’s mouth.

“Mhmm baby.” Kari moaned as Erik’s teeth grazed her skin.

“Baby? That’s new.” He teased. If Kari could formulate anything coherent, it was usually endless variations of “daddy.”

Kari was going to apologize but Erik was already at her mouth waiting on hers to open. The force between the kisses was creating a pool of wetness for Kari. She began to grind her hips in hopes of relieving herself from the frustration that was pooling in.

“Show me how badly you need it kitten.” He spoke in between kisses. Erik’s punishments were subtle sometimes, but he was always consistent. He would not reward Kari until she was losing her mind.

“You handle everything else without me. Show me how you gone get that nut without me. Baby.” He teased. Kari’s eyes were closed in frustration but she knew she didn’t have long.

“That’s not true.” Kari complained. She hated when he got like this, just playful and condescending. She would be embarrassed if it didn’t happen so often. She might actually break this time if he doesn’t continue touching her though.

“Don’t make me say it again Kari.” Erik warned. Kari quickly pulled her pajama shorts down, conveniently not wearing panties, which made Erik suck in a breath. This fucking girl.

Kari resumed her position on top of the doctor and slowly rolled her hips over his thigh. Realization began to enter Erik’s conscious and his hands quickly moved to her waist to encourage her pace. Kari was riding his thigh, leaving a trail of slick evidence behind every stride. She panted softly when his grip got tighter.

“So fucking nasty.” He complimented. The vulgar comments were Kari’s favorite. Something about hearing Erik speak that way while pleasuring her was enough to fuel her solo time when Erik was in surgery all day long.

“You better not cum Kari.” Erik advised once Kari’s pace became more unpredictable.

“P-please.” Kari begged, unable to ignore how good it felt to relieve herself on the older man like her life depended on it.

“Na.” Erik chuckled. He rocked Kari on his thigh when he felt her began to slow down, most likely trying to stop her high and halt herself from disobeying.

“I didn’t tell you to stop either.” Erik gritted, turned on by the glossiness in Kari’s eyes, a silent plea for mercy.

“Cum baby.” And Kari did just that. Erik’s thigh was coated in Kari’s slick desperation and this was the start of it.

“Thank you daddy.” Kari breathlessly professed. Faint memories of the orgasms she had before she met Erik entered Kari’s mind. Not one has come close to the intoxicating experience that Erik was able to create, even if he barely touched her.

//

I feel like everyone needs to see Erik being nice (somewhat) before the ball 🤭 He just wants Kari to be a stress free little housewife + thank you guys so much for your kind words & encouragement!! I’m back on demon modeeee ah (meg voice)

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@theesmartblonde @ms-mosely-ifunastyyy

@ziayamikaelson @yourstruly711

@ladymac82 , @harleycativy

@brigolightly @idyllicbarb @bendoverboo18

if I forgot you pls let me know it’s not on purpose!!

[ladymirdan]

As a horror enjoyer, a gore connoisseur, fictional war criminal apologiser, I think its kind of funny that people become upset that family/self insert stuff squicks me.

As much as I would like to see myself as the supreme arbitrator of what is the correct way to enjoy fandom, I am not.

But I am the one who decides how I enjoy the fandom. Just as you are the one who decides how you want to spend your free time.

I think that blocking people who post what you dont like should become more normalised, and not something that causes drama.

This is the stuff I like:

Reading canon, be it Black Library, codices, white dwarf etc. Character deep dives, talking about character archetypes, message, implications of seemingly small details.

The art. 40k has such a unique aesthetic where ugly and beauty melds together and creates sonething so flavourful. Seeing fanartists interpretation of it is 👌

Passionate people. Do you love your blorbo and have read every single thing about them, please tell me more, even if its a character I dont know. Tell me the themes, the morals of the story. Show me your fic where the character gets the extra screentime it deserves.

Oldhammer. I absolutely love the older works of warhammer where the authors got more freedom to be whacky and do mistakes. It also scratches my brain in a pleasing way to find more obscure and rare lore. I feel like a techpriest finding a new STC.

Space marines. Ultramarines(and its sucessors) and Iron Warriors are my favourite roided up space boys. I love that 40k is such a morally grey universe that allowes for a different kind of story to be told. It keeps it fresh.

Fanfic. Im such a sucker for “missing scene” fic. Im bad at writing it myself, but I looove to read it. I usually never go for AU unless the premise is very close to canon since the universe is what draws me into the fandom in the first place. Angst, horror, bolterporn, all that good stuff.

If you like this stuff as well. Say hello.

[megangovier]

Distracted

Pairing: Reed Richard's x f! reader Summary: You get distracted in class. Warnings: 18+ only ♡ Minors DNI! WC: Author's note: A big thank you for creating a beautiful piece of Reed Richard's that will be found on her account pinned @aurorawritestoescape this won't be as good as yours darling, but I hope it's still good. 📚✨

It was a cold Friday afternoon in late February and the last lesson of the day has just started. You were sat at the front, only a few metres away from Mr Reed's desk. After taking your books and pencil case out, tossing your bag to the floor you took all of him in. The way the white shirt hugged his torso, arms & back, or the way his black trousers suited him nicely.

As the lesson dragged on by, your head fell into the gutter. You couldn't help but come up with intrusive thoughts about Reed Richard's. He wasn't just handsome but kind and funny, he knew how to make others smile. Even if they've had a bad day, laughs will be leaving their lips.

Chewing on your pen, eyes scanned over Mr Reed. He was sat back on his chair, feet up on the desk taking in the topics of today's lesson. You loved when he was focused on something, biting your inner cheek you couldn't help but rub your thighs together. It was definitely getting harder to focus on what had to be done for this lesson.

Looking at the clock it read 15:20, so you had about 5-10 minutes til the bell rang for home time. Looking down at your paper, you had only written two paragraphs. Mr Reed won't be happy about this, especially that you've got to give it in at the end of the lesson.

Bell rang... 🔔

"Right class, well done for today! Please give me your papers so I could mark them, it'll be given back to you Tuesday next week" heart beating out your chest, palms becoming clammy. What are you going to do?.

As you gave in your paper, a confused but annoyed look fell onto Mr Reed's face. Today is the day, you'd be getting a week's detention. "What have you been doing for the last hour and why haven't you done two pages like I said I wanted to be done during this lesson".

Twiddling your thumbs with your head down in shame "what's going on? Is everything okay at home?" Looking up, your shoulders dropped "everything's fine at home, it's just.." as you looked at him, he kinda caught on what you were saying "what seems to be distracting you lately?" Looking away, "do you mean who's been distracting me lately" eyes widened.

"What was that miss?" Looking back at him, a sigh fell from your lips "you're just very distracting at times okay, there I said it!. Reed didn't know what to say. "I feel flattered, but this can't happen". As you grabbed your things Reed says "where are you going, we haven't finished talking about this".

"Clearly it's just a crush, plus it wouldn-" Reed grabbed your arm and pinned you against the door. His knee slides between your thighs, feeling the heat on his trousers. A red glow crawls onto your face, his hand slides down your panties "is this why you've been so distracted recently?" "Can't be bothered to do your work, because that dirty mind of yours is making up scenarios of what you want me to do to you?" Is that it, hmm?".

Keeping your lips close, looking away Reed grabs your chin "look at me, while I'm talking to you!" A whine left your lips "please sir - please take me how you want me, use me". A smirk washed onto his lips "as you wish".

[t-u-i-t-c]

Sakito Homura in Bakuage Sentai BoonBoomger 01x48 Your Handle

+ bonus

[cubtales]

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

this sounds gay as hell obviously but i'm avoiding cringing about it because the feeling is so real and tangible within me i have to share it. i am sad... but i love this world and its people so much. i want to give the world a hug

[spitblaze]

todays award for 'man what the fuck' goes to reddit for making me see pr0/-ship discourse in goddamn 2023. thought we were past that but i guess not

[apologetic-artist]

I've been trying to talk about my emotions, but damn do i get paranoid I might get in trouble for feeling human emotions guh

I just feel horrible, I'm sorry y'all, life is biting me so hard :/