#foggy essays

[aiktad]

"you don't actually take selfshipping seriously, right?" i do yeah. im holding the plushie i named after him. we're watching roblox video essays until my melatonin kicks in

[foreststarflaime]

Lying awake in bed bc I had caffeine and that means I do not sleep tn. Thinking about Genesis Rhapsodos and Achilles again

So kleos aphthiton (undying fame) is a Homeric innovation right. Didn’t appear before the Iliad and Achilles as far as we have evidence of. It’s a very Achillles thing, to strive so hard against the natural order, against death, to attempt to have fame that will never die. Fame is normally expected to be something that fades and dies, but Achilles dreams bigger than that. He wants to look the gods of his world in the eyes and become something like them, something that has a share of their power.

And then you have Genesis, whose fame is great but not quite undying, who is struggling with all he has against the natural order. He wants to tear down the gods that have used him like a puppet on a string, and he wants to be equals with the god those gods have set up as a puppet like him and yet above. He wants to live so badly—if only he knew that Achilles had to die to achieve his undying fame.

Achilles dies, and achieves his immortality of story. Genesis lives, and his story is mostly forgotten. Achilles lost Patroclus, but joined him again in the afterlife. Genesis lost Angeal and Sephiroth, and yet he is forced to live on without them. Which is the worse fate, I wonder?

[my-soul-stays-silent]

Cries I literally can’t stop thinking about Paul and Emma nobody gets My Vision

[themoonstonechronicler]

damn this sucks

[mezimraky]

love waking up in the morning with an Illness and discovering an email from one of the external teachers that he can't manage to put my grade in the system and that "i should really see someone about that if i want that grade" meanwhile i struggle to get out of bed :')

[reasoncourt]

no but actually tell us 1 of those salacious controversial opinions and no kendall isn't straight us kendall scholars can tell

roman ripping up that cheque in front of the kid was hilarious actually and he should do it again. if u dont love roman at his cheque-ripping class-consciousness-awakening slay then u dont deserve him at his shows-mild-human-decency-to-kerry slay. that's just the facts. like if u dont like roman when he's roman then u don't like roman

[donnies-low-empathy]

Think about Donnie’s “For you? Anything.” to April every day god to have what they have

[ciaran]

complaining

i have 4 essays to do and 5 days to do them and i am sick and cannot get extensions on any of these; i have to muddle through somehow, but it genuinely fucking sucks that i can try so hard to pace out my work and get things done on time and still end up turning in shitty work bc my brain also doesnt work when my body is sick and also like. im tired i dont want to work i want to sleep and write porn and sleep and have weird feverish dreams about writing. not that i WANT to do any of those things but if im sick then that should be something i get to do and anyway i am just so tired by everything

[iridescentis]

how do i make myself do something i don't want to do

how to i learn 100 years of french history in a weekend

how to i write an essay while so zoned out i can barely read

pleas

tell me how

[thefightinfoggy]

I hate them (affectionate)

(From Daredevil/Spider-man #4)

[butcherb1rd]

uh oh i’m feeling a lil sick today :(

[kendallsroyco]

This is facts and I really need some respect placed on Charlie's name, he is the lifeblood of this franksteined season and is doing a lot of the work to make it compelling and worthwhile to watch.

And his range! In the last episode alone, his comedic timing on his response to the Skrull line, his charm when he was negotiating with the prosecutor, and then his heart-wrenching delivery during his conversation about Foggy.

His performance as Matt this season is like his excellence in the Netflix show but on steroids since he needs to do a lot more carrying for a show with a troubled production. I can write a whole 100000 word essay on the nuances of his acting in these 4 episodes so far. He's so good.

Like what this tweet says. He's making a lot of silly-sounding dialogue seem so earnest and believable, that's talent.

Just a Charlie Cox acting appreciation post because man he deserves one

[fixated-cookies]

im kinda thinkin about.... hypnosis and smilk.... smth abt the process specifically of taking over and invading your mind.. slowly giving into it even if youre resisting the effects its having on your mind, its inevitable that he'll win and you'll succumb to his control and influence over you... your mind may be foggy, but it's so perfectly empty and moldable now... what were you doing again? do you even care?

smth about being unable to look away from his eyes once he starts it; even if you look away, something will draw you back, and it gets stronger as it goes on... at first, you can physically turn away (though you'll get dragged back by some invisible force), but eventually you cant even rip your heard away from his gaze. smth about it being unable to be stopped by anyone other than himself once he starts it... no matter how far from you he is (as long as he's well... in sightline)

honestly you can like. think abt this in any context you want . i just.... really like the concept of hypnosis with him..... its captivating to me (hah) .... sorry for the essay in your inbox damn

Anon the reason why this was rotting in my askbox for so long was because I needed to give it justice hahaha, hypnosis is totally in character for someone like shadow milk cookie, and I love it.

WARNING- slight yandere, hypnosis

Hmm, I'm wondering how it would start, he would obviously make it a game, maybe a game of truth or dare, hm? Just a little bit of lollygagging to get rid of his boredom.

So, when he asked— “Truth or Dare?”—

You made the horrible mistake of choosing dare.

His grin widened, all teeth.“Ohhh, you’re feeling bold tonight! How delightful! Now, let’s see…” He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. You should have been nervous. You should have backed out. But you didn’t.

I dare you… to look into my eyes and not look away.”

Simple, right?

You almost laughed. Thats its? Thats all?

"Ah-ah, don’t look so relieved~! There’s a catch, of course. You must hold my gaze until I say you can look away. Break eye contact, and you lose."

You scoffed. What was he playing at? You weren’t afraid of a staring contest. Getting into position you held yourself steady as he looked overly excited.

For a while, it felt like a normal challenge. You stared, he stared, and time stretched between you both. But then… something changed. The air felt thicker. Your body heavier. You blinked once. It felt like it took longer than it should have to open your eyes again. You swallowed. Something felt off.

Your limbs felt distant like you weren’t quite inside your body anymore. You tried to look away—But your head wouldn’t move. "I...I-" "Tsk, tsk… You’re not trying to look away, are you? Ohh, but I can see that dazed look in your eyes already… how precious!" He started to scoot closer. Not fast. Not abrupt. No, he took his time, savoring the way your body twitched ever so slightly. How your breath caught, your fingers tightening into trembling fists against the floor. Your head refused to move. Your body felt so distant, like a marionette with cut strings, a doll that could only watch as its puppeteer inched nearer.

Your vision wavered, the edges blurring as if reality itself was losing focus. His eyes were all you could see. How could this happen? you were so sure he didn't have...any malicious...intent—huh...? What was going on...?—No, you hadn’t! You had to resist, you had to—"Mmm, that’s a good look on you… so unfocused, so lost…" He suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked, but the action felt slow, heavy, like your body was moving through water. You knew—somewhere, deep down—that this was wrong. That you should snap out of it. But… that was so difficult. Thinking was… so hard. Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a quiet, dazed sigh.

Shadow Milk Cookie smiled, only for it to falter as your eyesight ripped away from him violently, a frustrated groan escaping you as you squeezed your eyes shut out of defiance. "Oh? You still have some fight left in you?" His voice slithered through the air, a mocking lilt woven into his amusement. How predictable. How pathetic. Impossibly close now, his presence, looming, suffocating—but when his hands cupped your cheeks, you knew there was no escape. His palms were cool, but his grip was unyielding.

"Really now, I thought you were smarter than this." His thumbs trailed lower, brushing over your lips with featherlight strokes. "Oh, my dear, sweet fool…" His voice dipped into a breathy murmur, mismatched eyes drinking in every flicker of your resolve. "...I wonder... how long will that last?"

His grip on your cheeks tightened—just enough for his thumbs to press against your skin, coaxing you, urging you—until your lashes fluttered. A sliver of light slipped through.

And the moment your gaze met his—

The air in your lungs vanished. And oh, how he grinned.

"Mmm… there it is."

His voice was nothing but a purr, smooth and saccharine as he drank in your struggle. His grip softened, shifting to cradle your face so delicately—as if he hadn’t just crushed your resistance in the palm of his hand.

"Much easier when you don’t fight, isn’t it?"

His thumbs stroked your cheeks, his tone mocking, indulgent—but there was something darker beneath it. "Go on, little puppet…" His breath ghosted over your lips as his mismatched eyes pulled you deeper, deeper, deeper. "Be good for me, yeah?" He murmurs lowly Before you could even process it, his lips were on yours—slow, deliberate, consuming. A kiss meant to unravel, to claim. His fingers pressed gently into your skin, holding you there, grounding you— or perhaps, chaining you.

And when he finally pulled away, he didn’t need to command you to look at him this time.

Because you already were.

A single finger tapped lightly against your forehead as if to mock the emptiness settling in. His victory.

"See? Much better when you don’t think."

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you guys, rate my hypnosis writing I need it!! These ideas are just sooo juicy.

[lobautumny]

Y'know, okay, everyone talks about how alpha Minecraft had this extremely creepy vibe to a ton of players at the time and everyone acts like it's a mystery as to why and does a ton of super-deep analysis of how the alpha versions looked and what content the game had at that point, and this toy thinks that's stupid. Like, sure, the fog and whatever contributes, but "the game is foggy and there are cave noises" is not, in itself, why so many people found the game creepy. A lot of it comes down to three things:

Old Minecraft versions had abysmal dogshit sound design. Notch had no concept of "some sounds should be quieter than other sounds," so you got situations where sounds like footsteps or lava popping were just as loud as sounds like breaking blocks or a creeper exploding. Also, the old cow sounds, in particular, are just kind of disturbing.

Alpha Minecraft was not the most popular game of all time, published by Microsoft, and distributed via major console storefronts yet at that point. It was a random game made by some guy on 4chan that you downloaded as an exe from that guy's personal website, and that guy often didn't bother writing patch notes for what the updates were adding. Back then, nobody playing Minecraft had a very deep understanding of the game's content except for Notch himself. The game was very mysterious to players, and that sense of mystery was deepened and made creepy by things like cave sounds and music discs 11 and 13.

Minecraft was going through its alpha updates right around the time that indie horror games and creepypastas were just about to pop the fuck off. Minecraft transitioned from alpha to beta at the very end of 2010, and the creepypasta/indie horror boom really kicked into gear starting in 2011. The alpha versions were coming out at a time where the internet, as a whole, was starting to really want to be scared.

Somehow, though, despite the dozens and dozens of video essays recorded about this subject, this toy has never heard anyone mention any of these facts except for, like, one person very briefly touching on the second one.

Like, yeah, obviously the indie game made by Some Guy On 4chan distributed through a random website that's adding god-knows-what in every update and has dense fog and extremely jarring/offputting sound design at a time where the internet was gearing up for a massive horror boom is going to feel creepy. Obviously rumors were going to circulate about creepy shit in the game that wasn't actually there. There's no secret to it, you just need to look at the greater context of where Minecraft was culturally at in 2010.

[nessheartnat]

Would you shelter me?

autistic(?) fem!reader x older!nat (SFW)

summary: stress had been bothering you for a long time, but a small moment of comfort and safety made it at least a bit better.

warnings: legal age gap (not specified, r is like in her mid twenties and nat in her mid thirties), r being stressed and overwhelmed

notes: finally I managed to write something!! I’m sorry for having been MIA, I’ve been struggling with a writer’s block and too much stress on my plate. And yeah, this one shot was totally not inspired by my awful day :’) 

Also, I’d like to say that r being possibly autistic in this one is mostly based on my own experience, so it might not be the correct way of portraying things.

words: 1.4K

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You sat in a dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the screen of your laptop. The warm light of the fairy lights on the windowsill beside you contrasted the bright screen in front of you uncomfortably, but you didn’t want to sit in the dark. The screen was too bright, only increasing the dull throb on your forehead that had been bothering you the entire day. You had taken painkillers, maybe two or three, you weren’t even sure at this point. Natasha would scold you softly if she knew that you had once again ignored the instructions on the prescription.

At the thought of your girlfriend, you felt a tiny warm sensation in your chest. If only the thought would help with your looming stress and overwhelmness at all. Thinking of her wasn’t enough, you needed her. You needed to feel Natasha’s warmth, feel her solid, safe presence. Natasha was always so steady, anchoring you in a way no one or nothing else could. But she wasn’t home yet, and you would never bother her while she was at work. Not that calling her would even be enough right now.

You didn’t even realize your empty gaze was directed at the wall again. You shrugged your head, flicking a finger against your temple. Focus.

You forced yourself to concentrate on the screen in front of you. The essay wasn’t going to write itself, no matter how you wished it would. Luckily, the deadline was still two days ahead, but you knew you should have started earlier. You had actually planned to start two weeks ago, but somehow your habit of procrastinating had taken over. 

You stared at the half empty document in front of you. In the span of five hours, you had managed to write three paragraphs. In no circumstances was it considered enough, and knowing that you had to write five pages, the amount you had managed to produce felt almost worthless. It’s a start, you thought, but the words felt almost mocking. This wasn’t going anywhere.

Once again, your thoughts started drifting before you even realized it. You knew you should be grateful for even getting into university in the first place. You enjoyed studying, you felt passionate about your degree, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing, but that didn’t change the fact that sometimes it was simply too stressful. And you weren’t the best at handling stress. 

It always made you overwhelmed, and being overwhelmed made you shut down. It was impossible to focus, your brain felt foggy, your mind was all over the place. Your head felt too empty and too crowded at the same time, and you just couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t get things done, and that frustrated you greatly. 

It wasn’t just your mind that felt the stress though. Your whole body felt either too sluggish or too tense. Either you couldn’t do anything than stay curled in the corner of the couch, or you paced around the apartment, stimming with your fingers with your mind racing. There was no in between.

You were once again pulled from your thoughts, but this time, it was the sound of the door opening and closing. You could hear sounds of shuffling, then footsteps. Natasha was home.

“Baby?” she called out from the entryway. Before you could think of what to answer, she stepped into the room. “Moya lyubov', why are you sitting in the dark?”

Your brows furrowed. It wasn’t that dark, was it? The fairy lights were on, after all. You looked back at her, but didn’t say anything. 

Natasha watched you for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You were curled on the couch with your laptop on top of your thighs. Your hands were stimming, fingers tapping against each other, and your gaze was focused on Natasha, but something about it felt just a little too empty. She could see that you were probably cold, from the way you had goosebumps all over your arms, but you still hadn’t taken the soft blanket that sat on the edge of the couch. Natasha’s posture relaxed slightly, and it was like she could see right through you.

She walked over to you, grabbed the blanket, and sat down beside you. She draped her arm on the backrest of the couch behind your head, but her hand didn’t touch you yet. At that moment, you realized you hadn’t said a word. 

“I had a headache,” you mumbled, not really knowing why that was the first thing that came to your mind.

Natasha’s face turned into a small, worried frown. Her hand brushed your hair from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. 

“Did you take a painkiller?” she asked. Her eyes studied your face, reading your lack of expressions. 

“Mhm…,” you hummed and nodded your head slightly afterwards.

“How many?” Natasha asked, knowing you had a habit of ignoring the instructions on the prescription. You turned your gaze down back to the laptop that still sat on top of your thighs.

“Like… Three I guess,” you mumbled. You heard a small sigh, and felt Natasha’s arm move closer to the back of your neck.

“Love, you know you shouldn’t take more than two in a day,” she lectured softly. 

“Sorry… Just thought it would help,” you answered with your head down. Your finger started tracing your knuckles absentmindedly.

Natasha’s gaze assessed you for a moment. She knew you well enough to know you were stressed, and definitely feeling overwhelmed. She had seen the signs for days. Natasha looked at the screen of your laptop, seeing the essay you had been working on. In the corner of the document, she saw the small text, saying that the last edit had been made over an hour ago. 

Natasha seemed to always know what you needed, even though you rarely expressed it out loud. And this time was no exception.

She reached forward, taking the laptop from you. She made sure that the document had been saved, and then closed the device and placed it on the coffee table. 

“Come here, malysh,” she said softly, and pulled you closer until you were resting against her side. You made no effort to resist, as you just let your body slump against her. You laid your head on her chest and let out a small sigh. Natasha draped the blanket over your frame, wrapping it around you in the way she knew you liked it. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing you even closer until your body was flush against her. 

She placed a kiss on the top of your head and started rubbing your back in a slow, soothing motion. Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the blanket, your fist clenching and unclenching around the fabric as your eyes kept staring into nothing.

Natasha knew you needed steadiness, a calm, quiet moment with lots of comfort. But before she’d let you drift off to being non-verbal, she had to make sure you were okay in the aspects which she could directly help with. 

“Did you have anything to eat?” she asked and started carding her fingers through your hair, careful not to tug on the soft strands.

You nodded a little against her chest. 

“Had instant soup. And toast,” you specified, knowing that it made Natasha smile.

“Good girl,” she whispered, and laid another small kiss on the top of your head. Her arms tightened around you, making sure that you were snugly in her hold. 

“You can worry about that essay later, okay? Let me just take care of you now,” she said softly, continuing to stroke your hair. 

You managed to let out a small hum of agreement, and nodded against her chest again. You had wanted to have this moment of safety and comfort for the whole day, so you wouldn’t even think about disagreeing with her. Not that resisting would even be possible, Natasha knew you needed this, and she wasn’t going to let you suffer alone.

“You can close your eyes if you want to… I’m here baby. I’m not leaving, you can just be now,” she whispered and placed another kiss on the top of your head. You nuzzled your face closer to her chest, and for the first time in a while, you let yourself relax in her hold. You were right where you were meant to be.

 “Let’s just take a moment now, hm?”

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Miss Me?

Rating: Mature Audiences

Warning: spicy, wlw smut, Jana being a munch, !top Jana, !bottom reader, oral (fem reseving), fingering (fem reseving)

Paring: Jana El Alfy x!non-athletic fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: sending Jana spicy pics while she's away is like playing with fire

Tag list: @sageworld

The sun peeked through the blinds, golden beams spilling over the small dorm room that had slowly become as much mine as it was Jana’s. Her side of the room was neat and minimalist, a stark contrast to my textbooks and scattered snacks that claimed the other half. It was early, too early for a college student who’d stayed up late working on an essay, but Jana's soft humming pulled me from my half-asleep state.

"You're up," I mumbled, voice thick with sleep. I rolled over, and there she was, tying her hair back into a ponytail. Even in a simple UConn hoodie and black leggings, she looked like she belonged in a magazine.

"Big day," she said with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed to lace up her sneakers. "Away game. You forgot?"

I blinked, suddenly more awake. "No, I didn’t forget. I just hate when you’re gone."

Jana paused, her hands stilling. She looked at me with a softness that made my chest ache. "I hate it, too. But it’s only a few days, habibti."

"Few days too long," I muttered, sitting up. I watched as she moved to grab her duffle bag, and a thought struck me. "Do you have time to eat before you go? I can make something quick."

She shook her head. "I ate earlier. But come here," she said, her voice dipping into something softer.

I stood, padding over to her in my fuzzy socks, and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me close. Her touch was warm, grounding. I rested my hands on her shoulders, looking up at her.

"I don’t know how you expect me to survive without you," I teased, but the words were half-serious.

Jana leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then my lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "You’ll be fine. You have classes, friends...and maybe I’ll leave you a hoodie so it’s like I’m still here."

"Not the same," I pouted, but my fake annoyance dissolved when she kissed me again, this time deeper. Her hands slid up my back, her touch firm but tender.

She pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, "You’re so sweet, you know that? The way you taste, the way you talk. Everything about you."

Heat rushed to my face, and I swatted her shoulder. "Jana!"

She laughed, pulling me even closer. "What? I’m just telling the truth. You’re my sweet girl."

I buried my face in her shoulder to hide my embarrassment, but her laughter made me smile despite myself.

After a moment, she sighed, her grip on me loosening. "I really have to go."

I stepped back reluctantly, watching her grab her bag and sling it over her shoulder. At the door, she turned back, a small smile playing on her lips. "Stay out of trouble while I’m gone."

"Can’t promise that," I shot back with a grin.

Her laugh was the last thing I heard before the door clicked shut.

The next few days were as dull as I expected. Classes dragged, and without Jana around, even the smallest tasks felt like a chore. I tried to distract myself by studying and catching up on laundry, but every time I stepped into her dorm, the emptiness hit me all over again.

It wasn’t until the evening before her return that I had an idea—a way to remind her that I was thinking about her just as much as she was thinking about me.

After a quick shower, I stood in front of the foggy mirrors. Snapping a spicy pic. Jana always teased me about how shy I could be, but I was determined to surprise her.

"Okay," I whispered to myself. "Just a picture. It’s not that serious."

But my heart was racing as I grabbed my phone, angling it carefully to capture just enough without showing too much. The light hit just right, highlighting my skin and the delicate lace. Satisfied, I attached the photo to a text with a simple message:

"Miss me yet? 😉"

I hit send before I could second-guess myself, then immediately threw my phone onto the bed, pacing nervously.

When my phone buzzed a minute later, I practically lunged for it.

Jana: "Are you trying to kill me? 😳"

Me: "Just wanted to make sure you don’t forget about me."

Jana: "Forget you? Impossible. But now I really, really hate being away."

Her response made me smile, but before I could type a reply, my phone buzzed again.

Jana: "You’re in trouble when I get back, habibti."

I laughed, imagining the flush on her face as she typed the message.

Me: "Guess you’ll have to come home quick then."

Jana: "You’re so lucky I’m obsessed with you."

The rest of the night passed in a flurry of texts, her teasing and playful comments making the hours fly by. When I finally crawled into bed, her last message played over in my mind, warming me from the inside out:

"I’ll be home soon, sweet girl. Wait for me."

Jana's POV

I shift into the room carefully, peeling the blankets off her without waking her. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent, and I freeze. Once I’m sure she’s still asleep, I get to work, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing upward.

“Mmm... Jana?” Her voice is groggy, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in her tone. “Morning, baby,” I mumble against her skin. “M'jana, what are you—” Her words cut off into a soft gasp as I slide her legs apart gently. “Just let me take care of you, I tols you I'd be home soon.” I whisper, already lost in her scent, her warmth.

She moans softly, and I swear, it’s the best sound in the world. I take my time, savoring every second, every taste, every reaction.

She tries to push my head away at one point, half-heartedly, but I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

Devouring her, my grip around her thighs tighten as I submerge my face deeper into her pussy, my nose ever so slightly grazing against her swollen clit. Adding the middle and ring finger into her pussy pumping at a steady pace. “Oh my god,” her moans grow louder as her orgasm gets closer, my free hand reaches and presses down on her lower stomach.

She let's out a strangled cry out as a clear liquid shoots out of her pussy, her body convulsing as I continue and I help her ride out her orgasm.

"Did such a good job habibti, m'proud. Now lets get you all cleaned up." I say as I pick her up bridal style, taking her and sitting her on my bathroom counter, setting up the bath. "You're such a a loving girlfriend, I'll return the favor later." She says kissing my cheek. "No need, I'm all taken care of." I stated pulling my hoodie off her top, helping her in before sinking in behind her.

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