#god I cant wait for the live action

[eir-trixa]

My girl Annabeth

[alex-just-vibing]

i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism

[onepiecesb]

Ok Ik zoro is the buff one but can we talk about how absolutely fucking shredded taz skylar is omfg

[ncutii-gatwa]

this picture makes me feel so happy

[frillydolle]

i'm not sure if you've already writen about this, but reader being seriously sick and arthur taking care of her and being really worried about her, would heal something in me.

btw i appreciate u sm <3

arthur morgan x female reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ mdni , nsfw mouth use(r receiving) , sick reader , pervy arthur , he wants to make u feel better

“'m gonna be fine.. right?... right, arthur?” “...'course ye are. yer one tough girl, ain't lettin' this get t'ya.”

it's been three weeks since u have been sick. no one knew why or how u got this since u were known to be such a weary girl when it came to anything dirty. u were known to be a sweet girl.. while having the habit of freaking out at any small dirty mark that got anywhere near u.

he'd tell u about his day since u always ask, and there was not one moment that his fingers weren't intertwined with urs when he was in ur presence. he was almost forgetting to take care of himself because of how worried he was for u, he just wanted you to feel good immediately.

despite being the man that everyone was depended on, the lead enforcer, he did everything he possibly could to get back to ur side as quickly as he can to be with him. arthur was just super worried about u, not like he'd show it to u or anyone else. and one night, he was just staring into the campfire with some whiskey in hand. he wasn't a religious man, but god, he hoped u would live this one through. unbeknownst to him, micah was nearby.

“i dont know, morgan.. this is the payback for the life she lived, women like her-” “just shut up 'fore i make ya. goddamn bastard...”

you were now lying in arthur's cot, only because he completely refused u to be on the ground with the other women in ur state. he'd rather let u get him sick than anyone else. even though he was already neglecting his own needs to make sure ur okay. only if u knew what filthy thoughts would cross his mind, even if u were sick. not like he could help it, a man has needs, right?

he was on top of u and he started off slow. hid chapped lips pressing soft but west kisses against ur neck. and soon his lips trailed down to ur collarbone, he left some lovebites and other marks from his path. he just wanted u to feel better after feeling so gross with ur sickness for so long.

he just wanted to make you feel good. its been so long since he was really focused on u like this:( once he had his thought set on something, he'd do everything in his grasp to do what needed to be done. arthur knew everything about u and so it didn't take him long to get u into such a state before he head divided between ur legs-

“i dont wanna- getcha sick like me- mhmph, arthur!” “i know, i know, angel but im just makin' ya feel good. cant let my princess feelin' all bad, can i?”

he had no idea how he still had some self control in himself after hearing the way u moaned his name, his jeans were soon getting a little too tight for him but he quickly dismissed it. for now, he focus was on u and only on u. he continued his actions, just hoping he'd get u to that point he's been waiting for.

and soon he did. just like usual, it did shoot up his ego as u saw a glimpse of that cocky smirk as he lifted his head up from ur lower body.

“can ya give me another one, darlin'?”

[hamable]

Ok I’ve been grumbling a lot so here’s what I LOVED about PJO episode seven:

- every Sally flashback. I love seeing the struggle Sally went through, mostly alone, to raise Percy separate from a world actively trying to suck him in. There’s no good explanation for being so adamant to send him away out of love. If they lived in a normal world she’d homeschool him in a heartbeat. Her kid thinks he’s unwanted and it feels like there’s nothing she can say to make her words and actions match. Heartbreaking and really well done. It also allows me a small bit of sympathy for Poseidon, who is in a similar situation on a larger scale. (Not entirely, he’s a goddamn god and all that, but I liked seeing their struggles framed as parallel, wanting to keep Percy safe and having to make hard choices to do that.)

- loving Toby Stephens as Poseidon. Cant wait for more of him.

- Annabeth gave Grover a stress ball

- annabeth immediately takes the stress ball away and I’m like >:0 only to realize it’s bc they’re about to encounter Cerberus and Annabeth is always thinking six steps ahead.

- Asphodel was haunting, I liked it a lot.

- Annabeth getting stuck because she has regrets. It gets me thinking… Percy “good kid” Jackson (who feels like a screw up constantly, who would fall on his own sword a million times before letting someone else get hurt first) and Grover Underwood (who feels directly responsible for Thalia’s death and probably a majority of his ward Percy’s misfortune) are standing RIGHT THERE. What the hell kind of regrets does Annabeth have that she’s the first to get grabbed??

- Hades is very fun. I cannot believe this is Nico’s and Bianca’s father. And Hazel’s omfg. my heart melted when he said “I will give you sanctuary.” Do you know how big a deal that is? Percy is, for all intents and purposes, THE lightning thief, who broke into YOUR underworld, slinging accusations and speeches, blaming you for a war you want no part in (and that he, as the supposed thief, is literally the cause of) and you look at this kid. This poor 12 year old. Who Does Not Know what storm he is walking into. And you tell him he is public enemy number 1, that he is not safe anywhere, but that he and his mother will be untouchable here, should he ask for it. You tell him that you saved his mother of your own volition when we know Zeus himself would not save his own child. Legendary.

[kadwrites]

a man with a reputation | T.S

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summary ; you cannot talk your way out of this , for the first time in your life, you're given no choice.

warnings ; angst, cursing, mild violence i guess??? , arranged marriage trope.

a/n ; maybe i'll turn this into a series? who knows, let me know what you think <3. also the accent is a mess, but im trying.

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"no!" your eyes are wide , glassy with anger filled tears "i will not be treated like some piece of land."

"would you listen? your father and i are thinking of your future." you mother is looking at you with a stern face, sitting beside your father as you stand in front of them

"what future do you think i'll 'ave with thomas fucking shelby?" you raise your voice

"do not speak to me like that , i am your mother."

"we're old, i'm sick with god knows how many illnesses." your father speaks, his cane in his hand as he leans against it, still on the sofa

"don't start with that talk" you shake your head with a chuckle, you sniffle and turn your head away

"i don't know if i'll live another day , i am too sick to work, too sick to care for the farm, there is nothing left for me to give you" he speaks slowly with a serious voice, and it makes your heart sink "this isn't a joke or some game, i've survived the war and lived long enough to see all of you grow , but i know that my time is near, i cannot risk dying and leaving you with nothing"

your father never spoke to you like that, he was always jovial , happy.

it seems like it hits you for the first time, how much your parents have aged, how much the illness took from your father, how his sicknesses have changed him.

"celest got to marry who she chose and so did oliver and so did abraham, but i don't get to do that? i dont get to choose my own husband?" your tears start falling, your voice cracks

"i need to know you'll be taken care of , that you'll be in good hands when im dead and gone."

"and you think his hands are the good hands you speak of?" you cant help the humorless smile that graces your face, hot tears stain your cheek "you can't be serious"

"he is the most feared man in birmingham," your mother chimes in

"you are willing to sell your daughter! to some gangster!" you raise your voice again

your mother stands and faces you

"i am not selling you off, i am securing you a future, with a wealthy man, who can give you everything you can possibly want. you'll live like royalty" her words come through gritted teeth "i am not giving you away to some old pig, you're marrying a respectable man, a man with a reputation."

"a reputation? don't you know what 'appened to his first wife ? you are securing me a grave" you come nose to nose with your mother, both of you almost vibrating in anger "you are killing me is what you're doing, you're selling me off to the highest bidder"

the next thing you hear is the sound of your mother's palm against your cheek, the sound of the slap echos throughout the empty house, your head is turned, your cheek stings

your parents never laid a hand on you, even as a rebellious teenager when they caught you sneaking out the window or smoking on the roof.

your head turns slowly, eyes wide as you look at your mother, she looks mortified at her own actions,

you turn and run off and up the stairs to your room, hearing your father yell at your mother for what shes done.

at some point during the night, you had fallen asleep, but not for long. you were awake when the sun rose, your back pressed against your bed frame, looking ahead at the painting on the wall, it was a family portrait, and you were sitting on your father's lap.

you knew your sister was here when you heard the sounds of her five children, running around the house.

she knocks softly but doesn't bother to wait for an answer when she opens the door after a few seconds, she walks slowly, and sees you on the bed.

your eyes stuck on the portrait , your face almost emotionless, your tears have dried and stained your cheeks, she wonders for how long you cried, your back against the wood of the bed frame, no pillow thrown in her direction for waking you up, no annoyed words saying "you couldn't fucking come in the afternoon?" . the curtains are parted, letting the light in, which is very unusual for you.

you hear the bed creek under her weight when she gets on it, laying next to you

"i heard about yesterday" she says softly, her head turned to look at you

you only glance at her , but your head doesn't turn, then you look back at the portrait

"they're doing this for you, they want whats best for you." she's not sure if it is you she's trying to reassure you or herself , this wasn't ever supposed to happen.

her little sister was supposed to marry a man she wanted, a simple man, a man capable of love

you hum, or you make a sound at least , acknowledging her.

"he isn't all that bad, you know."

a weak chuckle escapes you at her words "in what world is thomas shelby not a bad person?" your voice is hoarse , from screaming and crying all night long no doubt.

"he can give you a good life."

"ya 'ave a good life don't you? with the man you chose, the man you love." your gaze doesn't move, still staring at the painting "its not fair, you lot got to be happy, and i don't."

"ya don't know that." her voice is full of sympathy or maybe pity, you didn't want to know.

you finally turn to your sister, "do you honestly think that i can be happy with 'im ?"

your sister hesitates , she licks her lips "he's a powerful man."

you chuckle at that too "that tends to 'appen when you're a gangster."

"i tried with them, i really did." her voice is weak too, it cracks.

your eyes well with tears again, you didn't know you could even cry anymore "i know..." your voice is a whisper

you knew she'd be against it, she wouldn't agree, maybe oliver would tell you to consider it, abraham would too, just to please your father.

but celest wouldn't

"what are ya goin' to do?" she whispers back, her tears start rolling too

"what can i do?" you ask "i dont 'ave any other choice"

she looks at you as if she didn't expect that. you were always stubborn, always talking your way out of anything you didn't want, you always got your way with your parents, thats what she taught you.

but this time, you don't want to fight back.

"you're goin' through with it?"

"i cant live knowing i disobeyed my father's dying wish."

your father was sick, and getting worse everyday. you were a stubborn woman, but the little girl inside of you couldn't bear to disobey her father.

celest wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you to her chest, her hands runs up and down your arm , like she did when abraham would bother you to tears, or when oliver wouldn't let you play with him.

"at least he's easy on the eyes, eh?" she tries desperately to lighten the mood, her lips pressed to your forehead

" hes old." you say with a weak laugh

"hes older, not old." she corrects, with a laugh too.

[sturniolo04]

Request—> Chris going for advice to Matt about how to finger/eat out a girl properly

(Not saying Chris would be bad but maybe there’s a couple of things he could work on or at least that was what the last girl he hooked up with said to him)

A/N: i hope you like it :)

Bf!Chris xGf!Fem!Reader

Chris never had a hard time pleasuring a girl that was until his last girlfriend, now his ex, said otherwise. It got so bad that it often resulted in her 'faking it' when they had sex most times. It wasn't until they finally ended up having an argument and her finally admitting that that had been the case the whole entire time of their relationship.

So fast forward to current time, Chris finally gaining more confidence to date again, and he finally started dating you. Although his confidence in pleasuring a girl still wasn't fully back to 100%. Every time you and him would be causally be making out, Chris would hit the brakes before it went any further.

"Okay we should probably go see what we are going to have for dinner, yeah"

he halts your guys actions breaking the heated kiss you were sharing.

" what chris"

you giggle as you try to lean back in to continue to make out with your boyfriend.

"baby you know i love you but you haven't eaten all day"

" chris you cant be serious"

you state simply looking into his glistening orbs showing no sign of lust what so ever puzzling you.

"what"

" i dont do it for you do i?"

you huff out getting off of his lap looking at him

"what no god no"

he lies as you let out a sigh believing him.

Chris hated lying to you so he knew he was eventually going to have to figure out this or get advice from someone and if he was going to get advice why not his own brother, Matt. Matt has been in the same relationship with the same girl for almost 2 years and they are sexually active enough to the point that it annoys him and Nick since the walls are so thin in their house. In reality, he must be doing something right.

"Matt i need to talk to you about something kind of embarrassing"

Chris states mumbling the last part quietly from pure embarrassment of him having to come to his older brother about this subject.

"okayy.. whats up"

matt replies unsurely looking up from his phone momentarily and then shifting his focus back to his phone as Chris took as seat across from him on the couch in their living room on the coffee table.

"so i need some advice on how pleasure a girl properly"

chris trails off as Matt quickly shifts his focus to his brother trying the see if he is being serious about this question.

"chris what the fuck why would you need advice on that you know what to do when it comes to-"

he replies shocked

" not neccessarily-i just want to make sure I am not going to blow it with her"

he states shyly referring to you.

" i just figured you would know something I don't because you and Becca are so annoyingly active with all that shit"

he trails off looking down and fumbling with his fingers.

"fuck you know what never mind this was stupid-"

chris states fully embarrassed attempting to get up and leave this conversation.

"wait no chris its not stupid it's just- i -nevermind so you want some advice"

matt stuttered with his reply as he thought of where to start.

"yeahh"

"okay so basically oh god- well i just start out by eating her out; you never just start with your fingers"

matt trails off uncomfortably with this conversation

"honestly the best thing is to just be super communicative with her; see what she likes dude but anyway- when you start first with eating her out just do a lot of figure eights and then occasionally fuck her with your tongue"

"okayyy"

Chris replies trying to fully understand where matt was going with this lesson

"yeah so when i guess she is wet enough then you can use your fingers and when that point comes you should use your ring and middle just cause its easier"

"middle and ring okayy"

" and you kind of want to curve them as you go in and out you don't want to go just straight in and out but also add your tongue on her clit occasionally that also makes them feel but I think that's all the advice I can give you"

he trails off causally scratching the back of his head.

" you sure i just dont want to blow it and if I do I'm blaming you then"

" you can blame me if you blow it because that probably means you were half listening to me"

matt rolls his eyes.

"yeah yeah whatever but thanks dude"

he responds before heading back to his room

"for sure i got you bro always"

[chromunist]

Long POSITIVE rant/analysis about Veilgards plot regarding Solas for me and anyone else bummed out by everyone saying the writing is bad!

SPOILERS

All that I wanted going into this game was to get to know solas as the dread wolf and get my big solavellan moment. The game delivered. This game is very much, by design, the dread wolf’s where inquisition is solas’. In inquisition he is hiding and allowed to be himself as a result, by the end of it you don't change his mind, but you make it so he no longer wants to tear down the veil, not on a personal level. Solas is sensitive, kind and wise. The dread wolf is cut throat, pragmatic and prideful. To save him you need to tap into the person from inquisition, not the god from veilgard.

The thing about solas’ mission is that on a pragmatic level he is right. Rip off the bandaid of these short mortal lives and generate a utopia of immortals. That's why pragmatism doesn’t save him. He needs to accept that on an emotional level, as a person, he doesn’t want to destroy this world, he doesn’t want to fight anymore, and he can never truly make his sacrifices mean something, he can never make any of it worth it because it will never feel worth it to him. He needs to choose to stop as a person not a god of rebellion or spirit of wisdom. Because no matter how much he didnt want to be a god, he acted like one and he can never be at peace while doing so. And no matter how much he wishes he was still a spirit, he’s not. Veilgard at the end of the day was about accepting that you will make choices you will regret, there will be uncomfortable consequences to your actions and there won't always be meaning in those consequences. You can choose to punish yourself forever (solas) or accept the uncomfortable truth that you can't punish yourself into peace and forgive yourself (rook).

The reason why one of you companions must die is so that you cannot be placed above solas. This is also why you must pick minrathous or treviso. You must walk a path like his, fight the war he fought and make the sacrifices he made. You cannot defeat solas or change him on the pretense of being better than him, of not being willing to make sacrifices like him, You MUST make sacrifices, You must put people who follow you into situations where you know they might die and when, not if, they do, you must live with the regret that comes with it.

Solas knew that eventually someone would die under your command and he waited for that moment because you would be faced with the same kind of regret as him and then you would be able to take his place. You don't get to act like you are better than him because you never abandoned anyone, you don't get to act like you are better than him because you never ordered someone to their likely demise. Because you did. You cant get solas to stop by making the claim that he is wrong and you are right, because he isn't. You’re the same. Rook is a foil to solas

The dinanshiral for him is continuing to walk the path that only makes him hate himself more. that he doesn’t feel good about or want to do. He wants to stop but he can no longer see the line between his pride and wisdom. He wants to keep walking it because he can't let go of the fight and accept that this is what all his sacrifices will amount to. He knows he will only hate himself more at the end of the journey but he thinks he deserves to feel all that guilt and shame if it means bringing about the utopia he imagines. He sees the regret and pain of making this ideal world as a burden only he can bear and therefore has a responsibility to take on. He fails if he doesn’t he is selfish if he doesn’t because the sacrifices hes made and the elves of now (in his eyes deluded by idealism) deserve the world he is trying to create

It’s not that solas can't accept he did bad things. He’s great at that actually. He can't accept that he did bad things and those things might never matter. He took risks and lost and there is no reward that can make him feel like it was worth it, but he's trying to make it feel worth it by continuing his plans. He cant accept that he acted like a god, created this deeply flawed world, and cant fix it. He sees himself as the only one who can save his people and cant accept the reality that he failed at preserving one thing he always wanted to preserve. After millennia of fighting and sacrificing for it, how does he just stop? Just because he wants to? That’s selfish. He can take the pain, he deserves it even. So why not keep going? He has to do it, someone else might get it wrong (haha).

Rook is freed because they listen to the people who love them, accept forgiveness from those they hurt, and the reality of their guilt. But choose not to hate themselves anyways.

You show him it's okay to stop. He's not failing. You make him accept his pain and his mistake. You mythal and the inquisitor give him the permission to end, to be forgiven so he can finally give himself the release from that ancient duty. The acceptance of the grim reality he wrought as real and permanent and he doesn’t need to honor those sacrifices because doing so will still never change the reality of how they make him feel. He finally gets to live as a hurt and flawed man, not a savior with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I think thats a beautiful and perfect ending for him, and the whole plot of veilgard is to build rook up into this dichotomy with him.

Solas pretty much says he made you into him, but he didn’t anticipate you’d be able to forgive yourself. Because forgiveness is something he cant imagine granting himself until the end, when he is met with genuine compassion and understanding by those he hurt.

[mxlktxa]

shes the one pt. l

part ll

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

t/w; 18+ content/scenarios, language, obsessive behavior(?), name calling/degradation (and praising), begging

a/n; i kinda just wanted to attempt to write something from ellies pov, see if i could capture her attitude/persona

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Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s doing it again. She’s staring at me with those eyes, those goddamned heaven sent eyes of her own. Why now? She really has the fucking nerve to even lay her eyes on me. Fuck!

I tried my hardest, my best to avoid holding eye contact with her but she’s so fucking beautiful. She’s just so intoxicating, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. She had to’ve put me under a spell or fucking something.

“Ellie,” her soft, plump lips threw my name from her voice box, almost dragging me towards her, “Ellie, come here, baby.”

Shit! What was it? What was it about her that just had me on my hands and knees? Her actions? Her words? Her tone, her body, looks, personality? What!?

Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck her, oh, fuck her. I needed that girl, I needed her melting in my hands and fast. I don’t want anyone laying their filthy hands on her. She had to be mine.

She’s the one for me.

I need her more than anything. As my tranquility.

“Ellie, don’t just stare. Come here. Come touch me.”

“I-… I’m coming. I’m coming, gorgeous. Wait for me.”

“Please, El. I need you. So bad.”

Fucking hell. I just want to keep her locked away, somewhere only I could find her, somewhere where nobody could lay their eyes on her. I want—no, need her to swear she belongs to me, just me. I want her to scream and cry to me about how badly she belongs to me as I ruin her for hours at a time. She’s beautiful. Such a sweet, gentle soul.

“Ellie?”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me? Do you want or need me?”

“Of course, I love you. I both need and want you. You’re mine, babe.”

“Good.”

Fuck you and your little grin. Fuck you.

Let me taste you. Let me fuck you, let me make you forget your name as you slur your words from how blissful I could make you feel. Let me make you mine. I beg. I pray!

I can’t go sleep without her next to me so I’m sure. She’s the one for me.

She always has me trapped in my head. It’s like she has the key to take me from it, though, I refuse to leave. I want her to walk me to her bed, I want to see all the freaky things she does to me. All her old relationships are so far under me and I would give almost anything to live the rest of my days with her. Fuck everyone else. Almost everyone else.

“You’re lovely and I cant help it.”

“F-fuck me, Ellie, fuck!”

“That’s it. Don’t you feel so good? You want me so fucking bad. You fucking whore. You angelic, fucking slut.”

“I do. So bad, baby, so please. Fuck! Fuck, please don’t sto-stop, fuck me til’ your hearts content. I’m yours, all yours, Ellie, fuck!”

“Atta girl. You’re so good, baby.”

“All for you, Ellie. I promise.”

She’s so amazing. So perfect, soft, sweet, gentle, fuckable, moldable, sexy, fuck! I have to get my hands on her.

Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck me. Love me, damn it. Fucking love me, hold me, kiss me, touch me, for fuck sake even spit on me. I just want you all to myself.

Give yourself up to me. Please. You fucking Picasso piece.

“Ellie!” that soft, yet stern yell erupted from her, her face riddled with worry and fear, “Ellie? Ellie, are you okay?”

I searched her face as her hands caressed mine so sweetly. Her small, delicate hands were barely pinching and tugging at my cheeks, to keep me in her presence.

Looking around, she kneeled down on the floor to level with my body that lied flat in the snow. I can’t even remember how I ended up in this situation.

Wait. Fuck. Shit. None of it was really happening.

“I’m okay. I’m here.”

“Thank god!” her shaking figure embraced mine, face hidding in my neck as she calmed her breathing.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Ellie. Fuck, I was so worried,” she was crying. Tearful and hurt because of me. Great move, Ellie, great move.

“I’m here now.”

“Please. Let’s get you back to Jackson. It’s too cold out here.”

“Right… Of course.”

Fuck. Why was none of it was real? I need to make it real. Fast. I need her, damn it.

She’s the one for me.

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a/n; if youd like to be tagged in the pt2 comment/reblog and tag me so i know 🤎✨

a/n; pt2 is out, enjoy

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[fipindustries]

things that trigger me to no end about board games

to be clear, these are not things that make a board game boring or tedious or hard to get into. these are thing that can genuenly make me angry or upset and make me want to flip the table in frustration

social games

i dont like it when games are dependant on you persuading other player or reading them or using theory of mind. i hate games that involve auction mechanics or trading based on barganing. i hate dealing with other people's wants and whims, i hate having to convince others, i hate being on the mercy of how good i am at being charismatic or persuasive with others. specially if the other players are in adversarial position with me. now, weirdly enough i dont mind hidden roles because that is kind of the whole point of the game, you are kind of doing nothing BUT try to guess the intentions of your opponent, but you dont have to CONVINCE THEM to work with you, unless you are explicitly lying, which you are generally not allowed to do in other games where you do trade or alliances.

2. not being able to do stuff

if it becomes my turn and there are little to no significant or useful actions i can take to advance my game state then i immediatly hate the game. youre telling me i had to wait an entire round for me to be able to do something and i cant do shit and now i have to wait a whole other round twiddling my thumbs while all the other players are getting ahead of me? bullshit. this is particularly egregious if this is based on RNG. sorry you drew a shit card or you got a shit roll of the dice so you basically dont get to play the game this round! should have prayed to god more, i guess

3. other players fucking with me by taking options away from my turn

this is basically the previous one except instead of RNG its caused by the specific strategy of the players i failed to persuade not to fuck me over. if i sat down at this table to play a game with you it feels like a mayor dick move if you dont let me play the fucking game. SPECIALLY if i didnt do anything to you first. i generally go into these games with a "live and let live, we can all get along" mentality, and i get very upset when im attacked unprovoked. im ok with games that are one on one. like if in a game of chess my opponent eats my queen then whatever, that is the nature of the game, im trying to eat THEIR queen so fair game, i have a bunch of other pieces and moves to take. but if you are like taking my cards away in catan and now its my turn and i cant build or do shit because the dice rolled such that i didnt generate any resource and now i cant play the game fuck you. but also, i just dont like it when players fuck with me in general. my ideal game is one where we all do our own thing and is just a matter of who did their thing the best by the end of the game.

3.b everyone ganging up

this is particularly egregious if its not one player but everyone collectively doing it. i understand the strategic inevitability of it if im winning and i dont blame the players for doing it. this is just a me problem but i have deep seated psychological issues with feeling ganged up on or bullied by everyone around me. if player after player keeps screwing me over is really really really hard for me not to take it personal and feel like my companions think less of me. this is just me being way too sensitive though.

4. lack of delineated turns

there are some games where you play "in real time" and winning is a matter of who can drop a card faster. i dont have a problem with games like ghost blitz when that is the whole point of the game, but in games like invocation frontier or whatever where you are basically playing yu gi oh without turns and is all about who can remember what spells they have ready and who can deploy them fastest or whatever the fuck, i hate that, i hate strategizing on the run, i hate responding to dynamic threats, i hate having to think and be fast at the same time, big reason why i could never get into RTS as a kid.

5. extreme fairness balance

this is again a me problem and is overall probably for the best if a game does this. there is nothing worse than something like monopoly where its obvious a player has very clearly won and there is no changing that but the game is not officially over until like five more rounds. still if i am this fucking close to winning and i know that at any second a player can pull some bullshit out of their hat that drops me to last place i just cannot enjoy myself, i am far too stressed out over the posibility that, no matter how close i am from winning, it could all be snatched away in a second due to reasons out of my control. the feeling just gets worse and worse the closest i am of winning to the point that even winning might not feel satisfying because im left with the vague impression it was pure chance that a player didnt get something to stop me.

thats all i can think of for now, if i can think of other things ill add them to the list

[thequid]

U guys! :))

The omniscient reader's live action will begin it's shoot soon. I'm so excited. It has jisoo!!!!

And all the other actors are so amazing!!!

It's going to be hard to hear Ahn hyo seop being called plain like in the manhwa ( since he's kim dokja) cuz he's literally just so pretty to look at!!

The cast has all popular actors so the audience is sceptical but let's wait for it to be released and then comment on it.

Omg!!!! I hope it release really soon. I can't wait to watch it !!( ik it takes time to shoot, but like a girl can dream) <3333333

Y'aaalllll!!!!!

[catluvr77]

hxh spoilers below :)

can we discuss how miserable killua (probably) is after leaving gon? even despise having a will to live for himself and gaining his sisters back

he broke out of a severely co-dependent relationship, with literally no long term goals, no one to blame, and years and YEARS of unresolved trauma. and thats not even bringing up the guilt still resting after the chimera ants, not being able to save gon and having to see him like that? yikes all the way

breaking out of a co-dependant relationship is painful, i think its the worst. gon was actually his everything, his light, for 2-3 years straight. this is after having nothing at all, nd now he has to leave that to b healthy. even js that knowledge is horrible, the one thing u want is whats bad for u? oh my god

killua also has nothing to look foward to, he has nanika and alluka, but thats so short term is it not? ☹️ hes 14-15 he has his entire life still waiting to be lived, what the hell is he gonna do.

and touching on the no one to blame, he has been shown to internalize a lot of faults even if they arent even within his control. he KNOWS its for the better to leave gon, but what do u think he thinks gons reason is? is he going to be logical and understand gons in the same boat, or is he going to stay stuck in this mindset that hes not enough and thats why gon allowed him to leave. i think the ladder is definitely more likely.

i dont think i need to comment on the trauma, but i will anyways :3 how is he gonna resolve this, he did a bit by proving he is capable of not only being loved but also just the action of loving someone. he also broke out of illumis control, huge step, but theres so much more. how is he gonna resolve this? this was an issue whether he was with or without gon, he does have his sisters to help luckily but yk its gonna b painful without ur best friend by ur side :/

and oh my god the guilt over gon overall, killua made it his like, life mission to protect gon, or else he deemed himself useless. then gon not only almost fucking dies, he loses his nen. of course guilt is gonna b an issue. but then they separate, oh god is killua gonna be worried. both gon and killua have made a lot of development, but theyre both still going to go back to the habits they had while they were together, thats why its so detrimental that they separate! healing is just as, if not more painful than being in that situation in the first place for killua. he has to deal with the worry over gons safety as well as push through instead of protecting him, because he cant.

i just hope we can see gon and killua together again, but healthier. they really do need eachother, but not in a codependent way more in a, the stars only allign when theyre with one another if theyre apart everything is at risk of crumbling, way :)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House AU!Freddy Krueger x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You are So Beyond Uninterested in this guy Jennifer left you with that when you see Freddy in the kitchen you are So Beyond Relieved. Pretending to Evan that Freddy is Your Guy just seemed like the natural course of action!-

Warnings: Sexual references.

As soon as you saw Freddy in the kitchen doing nothing-in-particular, you felt the heaviest rush of relief you've ever felt in this house- which is saying something. Living here is like having your life on the line every second of the damn day.

But with Evan here talking your ears burning red about his job, and 'dumbing it down for you' since it was just so complicated (And you should be s o grateful he's being so inclusive, right?? 😒), Freddy with his dumb puns (That sometimes make you laugh. Admittedly) and creepy remarks That sometimes... aren't t h a t creepy... ) somehow looks... kinda good.

You mean- well- if you were going to go out with anyone here... in this kitchen... well-... it wouldn't be Evan.

Welp. You can use that.

"Freddy!" You exclaim cheerfully, making it across the kitchen in 2 seconds, happy to get away from Evan standing too close behind you, throwing your arms around the demon. You fill your voice up with joy and stick a grin to your face, like you're so pleased to see your guy. Like you missed him, when he was gone from you. "Hey! Where have you been, today?" You ask, tilting your head to the side inquisitively, like just the perfect little sweetheart.

Evan has stopped talking about work, thank god, but he definitely have some questions about this. You don't take your eyes off of Freddy's trying to figure out whether he gets it or not. There's an odd pondering look on his face. "Wait... what's happening here? I thought... Look, Jennifer said I might like you... I thought we were gonna- " He sounds so baffled. you feel slightly bad.

But not that bad.

"Oh yeah," A look of guilt on your face, you turn back to Evan, leaning back against the kitchen bench just like 'your man'. You read somewhere that couples mimic each other. "Um- well- Jennifer doesn't know, yet. Ha." When Freddy is still just standing there, watching you struggle with amusement all over his mean dumb face, you oh-so-subtly elbow his arm off the bench (making him almost fall), before placing it around your waist. Fidgeting, you turn your head to 'glance out the window' behind your both and hiss a desperate, pleading, "Work with me here- " into his ear.

"Really?"

"Uhuh." You nod, not liking the tone of disbelief in Evans voice. Where does he get off thinking you're a liar?? He's known you for 3 minutes!, he doesn't know you- he doesn't know Freddy- how would he know you two aren't a perfect match!?-

"Its new." Freddy finally speaks, and you nod along eagerly. Yes! Thank you. Yes, its new- Great-

"Oh."

"It happened last night." Freddy goes on, and honestly, you wish he wouldn't. Compliancy is all you need from him!!- Theirs a dirty smirk on his face and you do a double take at it. Oh, hell- "Lights off, clothes on the floor, Daddy's tongue drawing- "

"Ha ha OKAY- honey, he doesn't need the r-rated version. Thank you." You give Freddy's shoulder an awkward pat, like, thats enough sweetheart. Thats not enough, though, not for him-

"Oh that wasn't the r-rated version, princess, you know that~ " When you turn your head to see Freddy, because his voice is close to the side of your head now (a mistake you greatly regret, admittedly), Freddy flicks his tongue at you. And you have to hold very still, conjure all of your self control to keep yourself from cringing or exploding or something equally red-handed and just look perturbed at him. Your eyes are only a little squinty and your nose is only a little screwy, so you're very proud of yourself.

His eyes are laughing though, and you so badly want to pinch him really hard, or something, but you cant in front of Evan!

"... sweetheart save that for later." You eventually say very quickly, before turning back to Evan. "Anyway, Evan, as you can see, I'm- " Before immediately freezing there with Freddy.

Jennifer's there, now.

And she's seen your antics.

Oh, dear.

[sobersturniolos]

| LAZY CONFESSIONS

backstory: chris and you are best friends, but for some reason he has been sending you „ anonymous “ notes. but you can always tell its him.

warnings: none really, just fluff

„ nick! “ you yelled into the phone.

„ what the fuck! i just woke up give me a moment! “ nick yelled back.

„ tell your brother quit sending shit to my home! “ you yell

„ oh god is this what your calling me for? that kid is head over heels for you girl, he needs serious help. “ nick referred to his brother, finally knowing what you were yelling for.

„ yeah but like there’s other ways to do that! these are just lazy confessions.” you said, scoffing into your phone microphone.

„ girl, be happy. that kid is a frat boy at heart, at least hes not asking ‘ where my hug at? ‘ “

„ great. ill talk to you later nick. “ you said, your finger hovering over the big red button.

„ byee “ he said, enthusiastically as you hung up on him.

you drove all the way to where the triplets live,matt and nick were fast asleep, you could tell since it was a little late.

„ chris? “ you whispered, seeing chris on the edge of his bed, kneeled over writing something.

what the fuck?

„ chris! “ you whisper yelled; tapping him.

„ what the fuck? how did you even get in my room! “ chris said, getting up and throwing a paper away somewhere.

„ are you the one sending these notes to my house? “ you said, holding a hand up with a pile of notes in it.

„ no… “ he said, getting a slight slushy pink color.

„ chris. “ you said, giving him a look to just confess.

„ fine fine! it was me, i just didnt know how to tell you so i just sent those lazy confessions.” chris confessed as quick as he could, youve never heard chris speak that fast in years.

„ you couldve just asked me in real life, chris. “ you said, rolling your eyes at him.

„ well asking someone to be their girlfriend isnt real-" you cut him off instantly.

„ wait wait waiitt. your girlfriend? “ you said, obviously being shocked that chris sturniolo was asking you to be his girlfriend.

„ yeah? did you not hear me? “ he laughed at your face, pointing and holding his sides like he had seen the funniest thing on earth.

„ chris! “ you yelled, making him calm down from his random laughter

„ you cant just laugh at me after you said that! “ you said, rolling your eyes at his actions

„ wasnt it clear? ive liked you for years, idiot. “

a/n: chris fic but its shaite

[willowwee]

Arranged Marriage chapter 5 part 2 rant so theres spoilers. beware😼😼

Castin, what the fuck. Baroness, what the fuck. Intacia soldiers, what the fuck. I am SICK OF THIS😭😭😭 SICK OF CASTIN SICK OF BARONESS SICK OF INTACIA SOLDIER'S RACIST ASSES OMFGGGGG I'm tearing my hair off my scalp this is so stressful I'm not even the baroness I FELT SO OVERHWLEMED AND STRESSED 😭😭

Like idk wtf happened to the baroness ik, but chapter 5 pt 2 baroness AINT MY BARONESS💀 WHY IS SHE MAKING EVERY SINGLE CHOICES WRONG OMFGG Anri don't even have that much of a screen time but I relate to her in every single way when it comes to everyone in that chapter PFFFTTT

Like we went from an imperial baddie that carried the damn peace to some pregnant lady that can't even talk through her own husband's paranoia to get his head out of his ass OMGGGG BARONESS IM ROOTING FOR U PLS DONT DO THIS TO ME I PLANNED SM STUFF FOR U🗣 oh and to add salt to the wound, ITS HER ABUSER THAT WHACKED HER INTO REALITY😭 baroness be testing my patience

Oh if baroness testing my patience, CASTIN TESTING MY WILL TO LIVE💀💀 Oh ur wife is pregnant and she let her guard down once just for her to get jumped? To protect her, LETS GO THROUGH THE DAMN BLIZZARD. CASTIN IK UR DUMB BUT UR BETTER THAN THIS. GOT EVERY SINGLE OF UR WIFE MOVEMENTS MONITORED BY DOZENS OF TRUSTED AND HIGHLY TRAINED SOLDIERS YET U RATHER HAVE HER GOING THROUGH A BLIZZARD??

I need someone COUGHBARONESSCOUGH put his head at the right state pls this cannot be real💀💀 'do u trust me' DO U EVEN TRUST UR WIFE😭😭 U DONT EVEN LET HER STAY AT HER OWN HOME FOR MORE THAN A DAY? 'It's because she almost got jumped while shes pregnant' I rather look over my shoulder and wait for the damn blizzard to die down rather than going through the blizzard blindly, especially with a group of people that's not even used to snows and blizzard

I'm still so fucken pissed at how Castin just disregard of what Baroness wants omfg she said she wants to stay at the castle LET HER STAY AT THE DAMN CASTLE😭 'how did they know we're staying at this shelter??' Bro did not listen a thing Anri said SPIES BRO SPIESSSS U GOT THE BARONESS AT UR CLUTCH WHILE UR TAKING HER, AGAINST HER WILL, AWAY FROM THE EMPIRE IN A MIDDLE OF A BLIZZARD.

Everytime castin speaks or make an order makes me want the baroness to say something ISNT THIS A LITTLE TOO FAR.. I get she's pregnant but ik she's not stupid baroness I don't see u as a stupid helpless damsel you've been better than this pslskdjdydhdh

Oh my god if I don't like castin in this video I HATE HIS DAMN RACISTS OF SOLDIERS. 'I hate the snow!! I hate the blizzard!! I wanna go home!!' OH AND GUESS WHO ELSE WANTS TO GO HOME? THE BARONESS. THE B A R O N E S S. SHES BEEN STAYING AT INTACIA FOR LIKE MORE THAN 2 YEARS WITHOUT EVER VISITING HER OWN HOMELAND. YET U ALL CANT EVEN STAY AT THE EMPIRE FOR A DAY GET GOOD NOOBS.

Anri is like the only sane mfer there istg I respect her sm in such a small amount of time ofmdjsg she better than me I'd teach that one soldier how Castin's old village died PFFTTT THAT WAS MEAN IM SORRY 💀💀💀

Characters' actions so ass that it got u ranting about it in tumblr