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[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[goldensunset]

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst

[weirdsociology]

hey writers we have to talk.

if you've read any romance or fanfic in the past twenty years (i know you have), you know that there are a certain number of scents associated with hot dudes. you can probably recite the list of Things Men in Fic smell like in your sleep: leather, black pepper, pine, sandalwood, "something uniquely him", clean sweat, and if the character has ever fucking been within 50 yards of a firearm, something called "cordite".

here's the thing.

NO ONE SMELLS LIKE CORDITE.

cordite was a highly specific type of smokeless gunpowder developed in the 1890s by england specifically and used mostly in wwi.

if your good-smelling guy is not (a) english (b) using a very specific type of british rifle (c) dying in a trench in flanders, he does not smell like cordite. technically even if he does meet all those conditions he still doesn't smell like cordite because he smells like trenchfoot.

the point is, cordite is so far from universal that no one but the most hardcore gun nerds give a single shit about it. making your Sexy Hero smell like cordite is like naming a cassette-only bootleg live recording from the 1970s as your favorite grateful dead album. everyone at the party hates you immediately and knows you're doing it for clout. also, it's just factually... wrong. please stop. i know everyone else is doing it, but you can do the right thing here, i believe in you.

so what do people who are using guns smell like?

well if your story is set before the late 1880s, the smell of a fired gun is black powder, which, unfortunately, smells like seventeen flatulent cows have been shoved in a tire factory. trust me, you do not want your Hot Dude to smell like black powder. it's b a d.

if your story is set after the late 1880s, guns are using some variety of modern 'smokeless' powder - which speaking broadly doesn't really have a ton of scent when used. it does have some, but it's sort of non-descript: the best way i can describe it is the sweet, ozone, hot-plate smell of popping your car hood with a warm engine.

people who use guns a lot don't smell like fired guns all the time anyway, so while those scents might work in a fight scene, they're not realistic all the time. but there are some things that your Sexy Shootist will smell like basically 24/7 and that's metal and gun oil. metal you can go and sniff (i recommend non-stainless steel), but if you want a reference, most gun oils have a sharp, organic smell that's not dissimilar to canola oil but muskier and with a tang overtop. it's not unlikely leather is in the mix as well due to routine handling of leather equipment and gear. modern gear also tends to have a certain smell although it varies by production country and storage conditions - lots of opportunities there.

in conclusion: gunslingers and hired killers and military folks can be sexy and smell great on page, but i am begging you not to say "cordite" when you mean "gunpowder" ever again. we can do this. we are writers and therefore pedants. i believe in us!

[megamindsupremacy]

Why did we even make coffee Tim’s fanonized caffeine of choice. That asshole is chugging Monsters like any other self disrespecting teenager. He has a Monster wall in the titans tower common area that he uses to intimidate new recruits.

[buggachat]

btw for anyone new/curious — this blog is generally leak free aside from relatively small things like posters and the like. mostly new designs of characters and stuff, stuff that was likely intentionally released, and never anything like leaked scripts. in case any of you were alarmed by seeing me post things tagged "leaks". im just playing it safe

[curly-cottage-girl]

I’m sorry but my Mother Mary, Terror of Demons, Queen of Heaven, Star of the Sea, was not “REDUCED to motherhood” by God

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*tries to organize my thoughts*

*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*

*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*

(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next

[astralzeraphias]

“he was mentally ill. this monster was a- was a sick fantasy. a product of his dementia.”

“…i saw it too. does that make me disturbed? demented? does… that make me sick too?”

[cloud-ya]

magnaslayyyyy

[geopsych]

Mixed container planting by the general store parking lot.

[violent138]

Just think that Jason Todd would have read "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way" in Anna Karenina and burst into laughter because nobody is doing it like them.

[lambmotifz]

honestly it’s hard to imagine dean being a subtop with men, much less a bottom. his interactions with women and men are vastly different (also it should be taken into account that he’s straight and likely homophobic in canon). i do think the reason why it’s a majorly accepted headcanon that he’d be the ultimate subby bottom with women and men is because his violent side & craving for control are mostly ignored by the fandom. actually it’s quite realistic for him to prefer to let women take the lead because he canonically finds fem doms hot but also it has a lot to do with his mother dying very early on, he needs to find some sort of comfort from a woman that he didn’t ever find with his mother. sex with men would be very likely the opposite (especially when it comes to fucking his little brother whom he wants to possess). canon dean is mostly violent with other men, so it’d be about letting out his repressed violent tendencies and establishing control. also one thing that usually gets overlooked by the fandom is the fact that he enjoyed being a torturer in hell. he enjoyed being in control (the fact that it was physical control is very meaningful too) and he enjoyed inflicting pain on others. it’d make sense for him to seek that feeling in sex too. but not with women, for the reasons above. in general, for dean sex with women is mostly about finding comfort. sex with men (if he ever was to sleep with them in the first place) on the contrary, would be about releasing his inner violence and enjoyment of being in control

[whumpitisthen]

Masterlist

Whumper approaching Whumpee and Whumpee just knows. They can see it in Whumper's eyes, the fists by their sides, the way they stalk right at them — they messed up. They messed up and now they will be punished.

"Sorry, I'm sorry — !" — is all they usually manage to get out before they are slammed into a wall or dragged to a corner and beaten, tortured, then it's mostly just begging and cries.

Whumpee stops asking what they did wrong. They just say they are sorry and take their punishment without fighting. Clearly they did something wrong, and no matter how many times they plead and try to do better, they never get good enough for Whumper. Why even ask? They barely answer half the time anyway.

Sometimes it just pisses them off more. 'You apologised and you don't even know why? You're not sorry; not yet. But I can show you.'

Whumper stops waiting for the moment Whumpee messes up eventually. They decide on the spot, whenever they feel like Whumpee is ready to take some pain, and walk up to them, schooling their expression and squaring their shoulders, signalling that it's time. They don't need an excuse, Whumpee won't even ask for one, and they shouldn't need one anyway. They will be hurt, and as long as they keep taking it so well, they have nothing else to worry about. The less they complain, the better.

And it gets worse, worse every time. It was just beatings to begin with, bruises and a little blood, then there were blades, a whip, broken bones, drowning, burning, electricity. Stress positions so they hurt even when they are alone. Less food, less sleep, less decency. They tried to be as good as they possibly could, to an embarrassing, humiliating degree they didn't know they were capable of, and it worked sometimes. They would be hurt all the same, but they got told they took it well, and they weren't being handled as roughly, and it felt like time would pass a little faster. There is less anger, and a little more fondness. Gentler touches as well as painful ones. Cooing as well as promises of pain. They have no choice but to get used to it.

And they'll apologise every time, even when nothing is happening. They quietly mutter a sorry when they touch them, when they flinch, when they look them in the eyes, when they have a bad thought, when they forget they apologised already. It doesn't make it better, but it has yet to make it worse, and there must be a reason they get hurt, there has to be something there, something they are doing wrong all the time. It can't just be for no reason.

Sometimes they apologise to themself. No one is in the room, no one can hear them, but they mutter a sorry anyway. Just in case. Just in case the space between these four walls thinks they aren't being sorry enough. They apologise to themself, but they can't forgive themself. It wasn't always like this. They weren't always stuck chained in a little room, waiting for pain. They were free, once. They were only beaten, then let go. They were allowed dignity, however hard it is to believe, even when they pissed off their captor.

But they messed up. They messed up so many times. Even if they could do everything perfectly, even if all their mistakes would magically be forgiven, it't far too late now. Whumper loves them like this. They love how well they take pain, how used to this they have become, how easy it is to scare them, how little power they have over what happens to them. They won't let them go now. They will never be good enough. And they will never forgive themself for that.

Taglist: @morning-star-whump @whumprince

[reginamillls]

as someone from the Midwest, they did not give Bobby Nash enough Midwesternisms