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mysticbewitched · 9 months ago

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To my beautiful anons: I know that you told me to ignore it, but I must speak from the heart and say how I feel. I cannot keep how I feel bottled up inside any longer before I choose to go on a break.

My message to this community:

There are now rumors being spread about me. I’m being called: condescending, immature, and someone who acts superior - all because my words are being twisted to fit false narratives by people who do not know me.

Rumors are being spread all around because of a complete misunderstanding that got way out of hand.

First of all, I never ever called any bloggers here morons. I called the excuse to mock, tear someone down, and make fun of somebody on public blast moronic because I find that kind of behavior to be childish and insanely cruel.

Whether the situation involves anyone from any kind of community on here taking time out of their day to intentionally put someone down in order to make themselves look superior and feel better about themselves.

Yeah, yeah, it’s the internet and all those rebuttals. Well, duh. I’m well aware, but does that make it kind? For an entire community that claims to be all about awareness and compassion, there’s a huge lack of self-awareness surrounding the intent behind some actions and it seems to be devoid of compassion.

It is exactly what it is: immature and childish behavior that only shows deep levels of insecurity. Whether that insecurity is in themselves or their own views. I'm just calling it out for what it is.

Secondly, I called certain concepts that I disagree with stronger and blunt terms such as: ridiculous, nonsense, etc - because I’m allowed to have my own opinions and views about things I disagree with.

I want to make it crystal clear right now that none of those terms were ever directed or aimed towards any bloggers.

I never called any bloggers here: ridiculous, nonsense, moronic, etc.

Those terms were all about certain concepts that I disagree with and have a different view on.

The hypocrisy around here astounds me:

It’s perfectly okay and acceptable for this community to put me on public bash mode, spread rumors about me, and mock me for thinking differently and having my own unique perspective, but God, it’s so outrageous and absolutely unforgivable for me to have an opinion about the concepts that I disagree with.

How did I become the villain?

What’s that all about? How does any of this make sense?

I want to clear some things up:

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

This ridiculous drama all started because I shared my thoughts - God forbid I do that on a platform that is solely designed for you to share their thoughts and I brought everyone to the attention about some mockery and making fun of people on public bash mode for the sake of humiliation in this community that I have noticed going on more than once and that somehow made me a villain.

I personally knew someone and I was friends with her. She was harassed to the point where she felt the need to deactivate her account. Why was she harassed and mocked by a community that claims to be so kind? She had a different view that went against the collective standard.

Now I do not know who was all involved in the situation and my message was never directed towards any specific bloggers here in the first which people have twisted into false narratives.

{While we are on the topic, you do realize that there has to be countless bloggers in this community, right? They’re everywhere and there’s probably more around here than you could ever count. It could have been anybody and the fingers were never pointed to any specific blogger.}

I found out again that the same situation happened to another blogger who was harassed to the point of deactivating her account.

My message was about the mob-mentality as a whole collective in this community because from the sidelines, I have noticed a repeating pattern play out.

I feel that there’s a whole unspoken condescending attitude of superiority and spiritual immaturity lingering in the atmosphere of this community as a whole and it has to be hushed.

We’re not allowed to talk about it.

If you dare talk about it - people then come after you and paint you as the villain.

This is what started a fire and then guess what happened? I became public enemy number one.

All because I spoke out on the atmosphere of this community as a whole:

I became the one who was harassed and called “immature” for speaking out about this and validating the experiences of my old friend and the other blogger who went through the same thing.

But I’m the immature one.

I’m the condescending one.

Right, okay. Well, let me get things straight.

I witnessed with my own eyes: anons bringing up my posts with the intention to mock me and humiliate me because it was clear that they felt they were better and “more spiritual/enlightened" than I am.

{ A "who's more spiritual" battle? Really? }

I saw posts made about me by people who don’t even know me: calling me immature.

Now I’m having rumors going around from people who don’t know me at all: calling me someone who is condescending and acts superior.

You want to know why people now think that I act condescending and superior?

This was all because during one of my civil discussions about the disagreement between views, I called out the anons who thought it was cool to mock me and I wanted them to know that I wasn’t blind. I could see exactly what they were doing and I was laughing at their attempts to mock me and humiliate me.

But I’m the condescending and stuck up one who acts superior and immature for standing up for myself?

Sorry, but if you think it’s ultra-cool and perfectly acceptable to publicly mock someone with the intention to humiliate someone - going as far to lurking on the person’s account to link it on another blogger’s account with the clear intention to mock and shame that person:

It only shows your character and the undeniable fact that you are an insecure individual who gets off on wanting to tear people down and humiliate them. You only make yourself look like a fool.

What happened to nonduality’s philosophy of: all is one? You defeat the philosophy you claim to follow at that point. That’s what was so funny to me about the situation and how that one post was just blowing up in flames with traffic.

You know, if anyone came to my account with the intent to mock or humiliate another blogger for the sake of fun - I would shut that down real fast because I do not play those games around here.

Unlike some people in *any* kind of online community, I do not feel the need or desire to put others down in order to make me feel better about myself. In fact, that type of behavior is never and has never been welcome on my page.

So let me get this straight: I’m not allowed to call out the cruel treatment that is hushed and swept under the rug in this community because nobody wants to talk about it, but it’s perfectly acceptable and okay to publicly bash people with the intent to mock them and make fun of them.

Is this what’s going on here?

I can hear the outlash now.

“People can have their opinions!” Of course, I agree with that notion completely, but I would call such actions childish mockery and the intent to humiliate someone.

Speaking of opinions, what about my opinions and my own views to share?

What about my own perspective?

Oh, that doesn’t count. Right.

Because apparently I’m not allowed to acknowledge God/awareness for what it is since I don’t follow the concept of removing labels when referring to the nature of awareness, but it’s perfectly okay and acceptable for others to do the same.

I’m just the only one around here who is not allowed to do it, right.

It seems here that I’m also not allowed to share my own perspective without being accused of spreading misinformation. Right, cool.

“This is not what nonduality/AD is all about”

“You’re spreading misinformation-”

I thought there was no such thing as concepts or philosophies. You can’t have it both ways.

Another thing to add, it seems to me that I’m not allowed to share my own thoughts and views in the space of my page without being told that my views are wrong and theirs are right.

Or the way I share the philosophy of nonduality is wrong and only their way of teaching is right.

Here’s what I want to say about this:

You do not have the right to tell me how to run or share this philosophy on my page.

Seriously? All because I choose to keep the labels around and enjoy creating my own reality from knowing my true self as God while acknowledging the existence, incredible beauty, and deep meaning out of the physical human experience?

Somebody tell me what the issue is. I have to be missing something here because I just cannot understand what the problem is.

I’m not in on the joke. What is the issue?

What’s unbelievable to me is that we’re constantly told to turn within, right? I completely agree with that piece of advice. We are supposed to turn within and come to our own answers about realizing the nature of awareness in order to shift our perception.

Well, that’s exactly what I did and I found my own answers that I feel could help my followers and transform their lives. This is all I’m trying to do here.

I am simply doing things my own way because what has helped me and transformed my world may open the doors for anyone who comes across my page. I am only offering a new and unique perspective to consider.

I don’t care if you approve of the way I share nonduality’s philosophy or not because I am not here for you. I do not need your approval.

I hear what your demands are loud and clear: share the philosophy of nonduality the way you teach, remove the labels when referring to awareness, stop teaching manifestation, get on board with the pointers, and the list goes on.

Well, you hear me: You don't own me and you do not have the right to police what I can and cannot share on my page.

I was perfectly fine with the civil discussions at first, but with all the spread of rumors about me now and people saying that I spread misinformation all because I’m offering a new perspective: this has gone far enough and I’ve had it.

I’m done with the games.

I am never going to cave to your demands and force myself to change myself or my personal views because that’s what you demand of me. I will never be what you want me to be.

For a spiritual community that claims to be kind, open-minded, and accepting: I find it to be very bias, hypocritical, and controlling in terms of its entire attitude as a whole when it comes to the way this philosophy of nonduality and oneness is taught.

Because all I’m hearing is: “things must be done/taught in a certain way or you’re excluded.”

Hear me out now and listen to me closely:

▪︎ I’m not going to remove the labels and concepts and I will acknowledge awareness as awareness.

It is not limiting to acknowledge awareness by its label while recognizing its limitless, boundless, and omnipotent nature. To say that it is - is a contradiction, especially when we take into account what the definition of true and absolute omnipotence means.

(Yes, in its true form: awareness is nameless, but in this human experience the label for awareness is awareness and that’s what I will call it.)

▪︎ I’m not going to get on board with the pointers. I find it to be robotic, tedious, and passionless. It doesn’t resonate with me or speak to my heart.

I am only going to speak from the depths of passion and follow my heart because that is what feels right to me.

(If I have to hear the concept of pointers one more time then I may bash my head against the wall.)

▪︎ I will not be vague or keep my descriptions short. My approach is about being direct and clear. This is just the way I naturally speak which is in a more formal nature and I prefer to break things down for my followers. This is something they appreciate and I am here to inspire my followers.

▪︎ I’m going to continue to share about the aspect of manifestation because it is directly tied into nonduality's philosophy. The human form is a manifestation, and the whole human experience is a manifestation. All of this is a manifestation itself.

The whole entire nature of human existence and reality itself is all an elaborate manifestation from awareness. You cannot share the concept of nonduality without acknowledging manifestation.

▪︎ I’m going to embrace the beauty of the human experience because it is deeply meaningful and beautiful to me. I will not ever promote the idea that everything is meaningless or pointless because there is now deep meaning, treasured moments, and value in the entire human experience. It is a gift.

To summarize it all, I am going to share the philosophy of nonduality in a way comes straight from my heart and passion for it.

I’m not going to share or teach the philosophy of nonduality the way you want me to and if I have a certain outspoken opinion on a concept I do not agree with then I have the right to share my views on the concept I don’t care for.

Go ahead, exclude me. I will happily wear the crown as the black sheep around here who dares to think for herself and stay true to her views.

Exclude me, mock me, and think whatever you want about my views. I really do not care what you think of me. I am not here to please you.

I will not be pushed around and told how to share this philosophy on my page. That’s where I draw the line. My page is my own safe space for me to share my views with the intention of inspiring.

I am more than confident enough in my own views to the point where I do not feel the incessant need to pressure another to bow down and change their perspective to conform to the collective’s standard way of sharing this philosophy.

Let me ask: If one is truly secure and confident in their own views or perspective on their page then why is there a need to control or pressure to change how other bloggers share their own views?

That right there to me just reveals insecurity and a lack of confidence in your own views and teachings. You should always remain confident in your views regardless of what anyone else thinks of you.

So from now on, if anyone comes onto my page and tries to police how I run things then they will have to be blocked. I have the right to be left alone in peace and free to run my page however I please.

With all that said, I guess I have become the villain around here because of my outspokenness, my stubborn loyalty to my views, and refusing to have the way I run things on my page controlled or pressured to change to conform to the demands.

But you know what? If I’m the villain now, I’ll just wear the title proudly with a pair of black cool shades because people are going to think what they want to think anyway, right?

You can’t please everyone and at the end of the night, people will draw their own conclusions whether they see the whole situation with their eyes open to listen to the individual’s side of the mirror or clouded by their own false narratives.

Now to end things here:

Speaking from the voice of my true self:

Nonduality is supposed to be filled with kindness and compassion for all since we are all one and interconnected. This beautiful philosophy is meant to deepen one’s empathy and compassion for others which leads to a more profound way of relating and connecting to each other on a deeper level as one. We are all here to connect with each other as one and achieve our greatest potential from realizing our true self as divine and unlimited awareness while having the time of our life living by and sharing this empowering philosophy of oneness.

I just want to say that I wish everyone here in this community nothing but love, happiness, and compassion on their own spiritual path. We are all one as divine awareness and unified with all of existence at the end of the night and I find that to be such an incredibly beautiful truth.

Lastly, I want to send a whole ocean of love to my precious followers who I consider to be my family.

I will always have your back and support you the same way you’ve had my back and continued to support me throughout all the madness.

I love you all very dearly from the bottom of my heart and there are no words for me to describe how much your loyalty and support to me has remained throughout all of this. It has meant so much to me and your messages of kindness and understanding throughout these rough times touched my heart. You have been a light in darkness for me and you guys are the absolute best. 🖤

By the way, to show that manifestation is a fundamental aspect of nonduality - read this.

Now I am going on break for a little while and when I come back, the posts will continue and it will be a brand new fresh start for everyone.

I have said all that I needed to say and I wish to put all of this to rest now. Much love to my followers. 🖤

#nonduality #nondualism #awareness

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giankumar-blog1 · 2 months ago

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Life – What a Delusion!

Ancient Indian philosophy says that our existence is merely an illusion (Maya) - it's just how the ultimate source of energy appears when you look at it through the lens of duality. Everything we perceive and think about is just concepts that our minds impose on our consciousness. Even big ideas like God or the devil are only in our heads as far as we can prove.

The truth is the only thing that exists is formless energy. And we're not separate beings - we're transient parts of that indivisible energy in our bodies and minds. Knowing and experiencing that formlessness is the key to getting past all the dualities like good and evil, cause and effect, etc. It helps reduce anxiety, fear, and illusions because those are just what our minds create when they separate the one absolute energy into two. In formlessness, reality doesn't change; it has no attributes, space, or time - it's just quantum fields having measurable and calculatable effects on light and matter in the universe. But when we see through duality, reality is constantly in flux based on what we think is genuine.

In human life, the supreme ability of formless energy takes shape in our minds as spiritual awareness - so we can watch the drama play out like a show. The human mind is the highest form of energy, so we can observe this illusion game that the mind plays.

The Hindu ancient texts further say the Creator is present in all its creations. Every living thing is aware and conscious of its surroundings. In plants and animals, that presence is lower - just survival of the fittest. But in humans, the presence of the Creator is there as the spirit or the witness, allowing the mind to observe, perceive, and conceive through its mind all that prevails in the universe.

You are that witness, the spirit, and the soul is that witness-er, a part of the mind in pure consciousness, the individual self-observer of your mind and body, watching all your thoughts. It is that the highest ability of energy, though unaware of itself, can make all living creatures aware, but is most intense in the case of human beings. The reason for being attributed as 'That art Thou.' The purpose is to make the mind aware and conscious of everything it perceives inside out.

Consciousness emerges after the mind becomes aware and goes into duality to make the mind conscious of what it cognitively perceives. It operates in three levels -superconscious when the soul awakens. Higher – is when the mind focuses on the now, and lowest is that realm of subconsciousness. Living in the duality of this and that is to help the mind find that oneness it's separated from. So, the mind and body go on a rollercoaster ride, leading a material and spiritual life trying to reach the ultimate state of consciousness. You never realize you are that spirit going through a state of beingness in human experiences with a body and mind that you consider yours.

The cognitive mind keeps playing its role in duality throughout life, looking for something it already has. That's the illusion about what life means and what it's for. The mind keeps experiencing duality but can seldom grasp the formlessness already in its core. Your mind should make full efforts to strive in spiritual practices with contentment, clarity, and consistency to experience clairvoyance through silence, solitude, and serenity, and with a constant endeavor to be selfless for the sake of that ultimate absoluteness in life.

For more information please visit www.giankumar.com

#spiritualism #spirituality #spiritualgrowth #selfimprovement #awareness #self and consciousness

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mediaevalmusereads · 7 months ago

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A Month in the Country. By J.L. Carr. New York Review Books, 1980.

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: literary fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: In J. L. Carr's deeply charged poetic novel, Tom Birkin, a veteran of the Great War and a broken marriage, arrives in the remote Yorkshire village of Oxgodby where he is to restore a recently discovered medieval mural in the local church. Living in the bell tower, surrounded by the resplendent countryside of high summer, and laboring each day to uncover an anonymous painter's depiction of the apocalypse, Birkin finds that he himself has been restored to a new, and hopeful, attachment to life. But summer ends, and with the work done, Birkin must leave. Now, long after, as he reflects on the passage of time and the power of art, he finds in his memories some consolation for all that has been lost.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: references to suicide, alcoholism, homophobia, racism

OVERVIEW: This book actually wasn't on my radar until my mom brought it up. It usually would be outside my typical genres, but a story about a medieval mural was too hard to pass up. Overall, I thought this story was charming; it's meant to be idyllic, so there's not a lot of drama, but there is a lot of heart. I loved the way the protagonist interfaces with the mural and the way he contemplates the war, and for me, those things outweighed my criticisms. Therefore, this book gets 4 stars.

WRITING: Carr's writing is fairly easy-going and sounds literary without being overburdened. I liked the flow of the sentences and the distinctive voice of the narrator - like he was delighted by everything around him and was sort of in cahoots with the reader.

The main things I didn't like involve some comparisons that were odd or distasteful. I'm primarily thinking about the way Birkin thinks about women, which wasn't outright offensive, but felt a little gross. These weren't so numerous that they distracted from the narrative, but whenever they did come up, I was yanked out of the story.

PLOT: The plot of this book follows Tom Birkin, a veteran of the Great War, who is dispatched to a country church to restore/uncover a medieval mural. Over the course of a month, Birkin gets to know the people of the town and reflects on his own traumas, allowing his work and the idyllic countryside to heal him.

The strongest parts of this book (or perhaps the parts I enjoyed the most) were when Birkin was thinking about the mural. I loved the way he contemplated the colors and the figures, and I loved the kinship he began to feel with the painter. I also loved how he thought about the subject of the mural (the Last Judgment/Apocalypse) and the trenches, and how he feels an anger towards God for allowing such atrocity to happen.

There were also some fun little moments that gave me a laugh. For example, there's an episode where Birkin has to go "substitute preach" for one of the preachers, and he is so bad at it that the organist can't help but laugh. It's silly, but also endearing, and it shows how people can bond.

The weakest part of this book, in my opinion, was the relationship between Birkin and Mrs. Keach. Mrs. Keach is the vicar's wife, and the two bond by sitting together while Birkin works and talking about hell. While I think Mrs. Keach's sad marriage is alluded to just enough, I don't think there was enough emotional intimacy to justify Birkin falling in love with her. It felt very surface-level so by the time the story was over, I didn't feel the emotions I think Carr wanted me to.

CHARACTERS: Birkin, our narrator and protagonist, was sympathetic in that he was traumatized from the war and desperate to find meaning in life. He didn't strike me as dour, but he was in need of something to make him feel alive. I liked that he found that in his work and in the people around him.

Supporting characters were just complex enough to feel real without overshadowing the story. Mr. Keach, the vicar, was sufficiently obstructive but understandable, while his wife seemed lonely. Moon, an archeologist of sorts looking for a specific grave, is a good confidante and I enjoyed watching him work and talk about the war as much as I enjoyed Birkin. I also adored Kathy Ellerbeck, a 14 year old girl who takes a liking to Birkin and practically forces him to socialize.

TL;DR: Despite some writing choices that sit funny with contemporary readers, A Month in the Country is a touching story about art and community, told through the eyes of a WWI vet who seeks comfort in the idyllic countryside.

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audiofictionuk · 1 year ago

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#audio fiction #fiction podcast

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ridley-was-a-cat · 1 year ago

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Summer 2023 Anime Roundup

Anime of the Season – My Happy Marriage

I had been looking forward to this supernatural-tinged romance set in Taisho-era Japan ever since it was announced in 2022, and it did not disappoint me in the least. It follows a young woman who’s been sent to live with a fiancé without her input after a deeply traumatic childhood marked by physical and emotional abuse spearheaded by her spiteful stepmother and apathetic father. Despite his reputation in society as a cold, callous man who drives women away, her fiancé hides a kind, loyal personality behind a stern front and becomes instrumental to her recovery, encouraging her at every turn to stand tall on her own two feet.

The first half could be a little frustrating at times as the traumatized female lead struggled to speak up for herself and take up space, but that only makes her eventual growth into a more assertive woman all the more satisfying. Her voice actress does a fantastic job of slowly increasing the volume and strength of her voice over the course of the series as Miyo gains confidence. Adding to this performance is a beautiful soundtrack by Evan Call that blends perfectly with the dramatic story and gorgeous backgrounds full of traditional architecture surrounded by blooming flowers. It’s rare to get a joseimuke anime with this high-quality production, and I loved every minute of it. 9/10

First Runner-Up – Bungo Stray Dogs S5

At the beginning of summer, I hadn’t watched any of this series past season 1, but the hype got to me and I picked the series back up halfway through this season. Thank god I did, because this season was incredibly good, with well-animated action, gripping suspense, and a resolution that was both world-altering and intensely personal. 8/10

Second Runner-Up – Undead Murder Farce

A sardonic half-oni man teams up with an immortal severed head and her fierce bodyguard/maid to travel around Europe to pursue the people who stole her body, while solving mysteries involving monsters along the way. The mystery writing was a little uneven and exposition heavy, but the playful dynamic between the characters was magnetic. 8/10

Horimiya: The Missing Pieces – This season consists of the scenes cut from the first adaptation of the manga and lays them out thematically, rather than chronologically like the manga. Taken as a comedic slice of life, I think it works really well, as the vignettes can just sit and be amusing without feeling like they’re stalling for time to avoid ending the series. 8/10

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts – For the first time in almost a decade, we got an anime for a Hana to Yume fantasy romance manga, and this complete adaptation of the story totally hit the spot. Our sacrifice turned queen-to-be was delightfully feisty, and our beast king was perfectly protective and encouraging. 7/10

Level 1 Demon Lord and One Room Hero – I went into this expecting a simple comedy on the ecchi side about a down-and-out hero and the demon lord he defeated ten years ago, and I got that, but I also got a really well-written fantasy story with complex antagonists and a delightful little romance with real chemistry between the titular characters. 7/10

Bleach: TYBW Part 2 – This part of the new season was right back to the problems I had with the original run of the series. The visuals are great, with stylish character designs, nice saturated colors, and smooth animation, but the story relies on stringing together fights between side/minor characters more than it should. 7/10

BanG Dream! It’s MyGO!!!!! – I don’t generally watch female idol shows, but everyone’s praise got to me, and I ended up checking this out at the end of the season. The character drama is excellent for the most part, and the music is good, but the 3D CG animation was not my favorite, and Saki felt poorly written just to seed a sequel season. 7/10

MIX S2 – This is the spiritual successor to the 80s series Touch, but it’s loosely related, not a direct sequel, so it stands alone just fine. This high school baseball series has the Adachi standard emotional sucker punch to the gut along with a generous helping of dry humor from its large cast of likeable characters. 7/10

Malevolent Spirits: Mononogatari S2 – If this was better animated, this would be a solid shounen action series with a romance subplot. The writing left nothing to complain about, with a large cast of well-rounded characters and a satisfying romance between two characters who actually suit each other. 7/10

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale Part 2 – What a complicated series this is to talk about. The art and animation were both pretty good, and the story was at least trying to be deliberate in how it addressed the inequality in its world, but I’m not sure it handled the slavery issue consistently. 7/10

The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen: From Villainess to Savior – People are starting to complain about all these villainess adaptations, but I’m enjoying this trend of female main characters working to avoid a disastrous end by gathering allies around them. I just wish the visuals for this particular anime weren’t so insipid. 7/10

Edens Zero S2 – This season felt a bit more coherent than the first, being split into two main arcs instead of several smaller ones, and introduced some genuinely tough opponents with tricky abilities, while also revealing secrets about the main crew. 6/10

Sweet Reincarnation – This reincarnation isekai does very little to distinguish itself from the rest of the crowded field of isekai, but it didn’t have an RPG menu and the pastry chef turned precocious lesser noble didn’t push Japanese food on the people of the other world, so I kept watching. 6/10

The Misfit of Demon King Academy S2 – Season 1 of this series was such a fun genre-savvy romp, but this season was a tedious Proper Noun fantasy that was extremely confusing and basically no fun to watch. 5/10

#anime #summer anime 2023 #anime 2023 #my happy marriage #bungou stray dogs #undead murder farce #horimiya #level 1 demon lord and one room hero #sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #bleach #bang dream #mix

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gryficowa · 4 months ago

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The Polish channel I watched since I was a teenager pissed me off, the silence about Palestine because it was "Too political" and the misgendering of a non-binary person from the Olympics (I didn't watch it, but the reaction to the attention was disgusting, the reaction was simply "Jeez, I didn't know, that this person is non-binary, great drama"

In addition, the channel began to gradually turn into religious fanaticism (Christianity), as if insulting religious fanatics was a problem, and not everything that has been happening for years, i.e. discrimination of LGBT+ people, colonization by Israel, etc.

The paranormal phenomena channel also started to delve into conspiracy theories, which is depressing when you think about it, because that's not what the channel was like when I started watching it

Seriously, this person doesn't want to talk about Palestine because he supposedly avoids political topics (Reply under the video about the Olympics related to the fact that oh God! They are attacking Christianity! So what if Israel came out and it was worse because they allowed the genocide to go unpunished? no, drag queen is too much these days!)

I'm an agnostic and this pisses me off even more, this drama about the Olympics is for the wrong reason, it distracts attention from the genocide that is happening in the world and it sucks, saying that you are not a political channel when you show a movie about the Olympics and a drama for this reason it is simply a double standard

Especially since the channel talked about Ukraine, so you feel even more that there are double standards here, I'm just disappointed (And unfortunately, Polish YouTube is a nightmare, usually right-wing-conservative-Zionist shit stands out here, not left-wing content and you can guess that this person from this channel, with greater reach, could publicize this topic, but no, it's better to avoid this topic and create a video attacking paganism, because why the fuck not)

I'm just disappointed, I can't answer it (I have problems describing my feelings), but it's just killing me, you have a channel where you talk about Ukraine, but you are silent about Palestine, because it's suddenly too "Political", so what? that you seem to care about it when you are silent about it, it is an artificial commitment, it just looks like avoiding controversy, but preferring to distract attention with the stupid drama surrounding the opening of the Olympic Games, because now the biggest fucking concern is that drag queens are parodying an image (Which apparently wasn't that image, but more of an image from mythology, not Jesus , but we had to make a drama, to distract from the genocide and Israel being let go)

Yes, I've rambled on and I know it's a mess, but I'm just disappointed and very disappointed, just to deal with such a trivial thing and not that Israel took part sucks on so many levels

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scentedchildnacho · 1 year ago

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I told David a pool crowd is way better here at night then during the day.....I had a stalker that was trying to call something my spot......it's way better to get kicked out by community ownership then by my stalkers plans to see a jail rape....ya know the type that wants to see four armed uniforms use random objects to molest a lady

The democrats have a hard time doing anything until things are shocking enough....

Ya know if it's finally about chaining people up or children getting cancer or unarmed undamgerous and defenseless civilians like women then they finally stop processes

They could have made a decision awhile ago to just not enjoy the executive corporatism as much as something snobbier but it only gets better if I'm under threat of more cop rapes and the cops with serial night stalking habits constantly put up on TV for it

The pool isn't a resort it's a sport pool like it use to be for school districts so I asked David if he actually knew any of these families

Or do they all travel to here?......David said he didn't really know.....

I started realizing it's not just me that has to find them very unfriendly strangers

I confessed to David I just feel very laid over here I want to get to California as soon as possible I don't ever want to spend a winter as cold as Las Cruces ever again it was so cold my hands and feet felt battered with something electric....and I was screaming at shelter staff that I don't care if their given assault and battery records for human trafficking and claiming aid just to sell people very very cheaply

I've thought of surrounding populations are involved and it is just the shelter system and the creepy executive that owns it

I explained otherwise new Mexico is way too awful for migrantcy if you don't have state sponsorship there is no peace it's so awful the worst most unregulated space ever so awful

So the dark people were showing me about work that they go through these weird shock processes so I would stop finding the pool too inexplicable

Pushed back into the water that's the fishing to do though

David thought more lights on the lawn so I said no David please don't God....if it was Alaska where a natural gas economy makes sense near Russia I would say yes but when it's here....you are technically suppose to be allowed to train to see in very dark spaces....

No one can see in the dark anymore?

Everything is light you can train to see very microscopic light levels...

Most people with natural gas here display that their need for schedule causes them homicidal ideation there were several hit and run threats

I'm not sure about locomotion and renewable energy but gas pumps have a lot of personal solar on them

Dermatology most spaces can be sued for taking in excess retail theft then never augmenting their business to a resort standard none of the money stays in the space...

Like this space could really benefit from filters on the outside security lights it's always a cop drama

That's what I have learned about perpetration in my life it can't be provoked if you play the scene or fantasy it wants it's psychopathy just kind of gets bored or better then you and leaves you alone

I told David I was welcomed here but even if it hadn't been shockingly psychologically and emotionally abusive to me in new Mexico I don't want to fit in here...I think about getting a glass ceiling complex and feeling old and trying to be young again but I really wouldn't want it here

Anyway I told her even if the situation wasn't abusive in my world if seasonal one can't stay because it's make believe and others get to go otherwise the united States is a harsh climate

I have had to learn about myself that my relationships are much better if I give others personal freedom....if people may come and go I avoid a lot of the awfulness some of my bad relationships were

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 1 year ago

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@after-the-end-times highly recommend it's very silly and i love it. i'm gonna give my little recommendation under the cut. this did also end up devolving into me rambling about this au again but it's long so i'll keep it under the cut

i just deeply enjoy how they went "okay, here's doctor who. normal family friendly levels, it can vary from goofy to fucked up but is generally squarely in the "families can enjoy together" zone. here's torchwood, it's doctor who but EDGY and for ADULTS with SEX and VIOLENCE. here's class, it's like ya teenager doctor who with less like, gore but more drama and yes i'm pretty sure there was still sex. and then here's sarah jane adventures. we're the kids version of doctor who, we're kid friendly and more for younger audiences. btw here's an extremely fucked up thing that happened but it wasn't violent or bloody so it's fine for our rating. :)" but then like. the next episode really will just be like yea and then evil soda happens. it's so funny.

one episode is like "what if you had to willingly not only die but erase yourself from all of existence because you were essentially told that that was how the universe was literally meant to be? what if you died in a tragic accident and swapped places with your childhood friend in a fit of selfish but completely understandable terror and then it turns out the world needs her more? and you have to choose this. he can only save you or kill you with your consent. it has to be your choice to be undone." and then the next episode will be like "the mona lisa comes to life and is mad about this and also the curator wants to fuck her soooooo bad and also she has an evil brother in a crate in the basement who's going to do Ambiguously Bad Things if he gets out" like. wonderful. you go you funky little show.

anyway it's basically just sarah jane smith running around getting into shenanigans. sometimes it's like an evil clown or an evil astrology wizard (?????) and other times its like. a hole in time put there by an ancient trickster god or a haunted house carrying the echoes of a real life tragedy. and the neighborhood kids keep just like. butting in. like at first she's literally just trying to do her job and the new kid on the block is like hey what the FUCK is that ALIENS and then sarah jane ends up adopting a weird alien kid (sort of, he's actually human, but made by aliens? it's a thing) and then they both make friends who get involved, and so on. later, there's even a girl who wants to be a journalist specifically, and i just love the idea of some like. kid/teenager who wants to be a journalist bugging trent into being their mentor meanwhile he's just desperately trying to keep them from all getting killed by aliens but this only makes them MORE enthusiastic they're like wow! i don't just want to be a reporter i want to be JUST LIKE YOU! and trent's like this is my worst nightmare.

like holy shit kid! you don't want to be me! i'm a divorced single dad with no friends who chases aliens in his spare time bc no one would miss him if he died! please don't emulate me! except he can't say that so he just has to be like Have You Considered Not Running Directly Towards All Danger?

also again as funny as trent being surrounded by Meddling Kids is, also like. the other adults also being there... i dont even know how it would work but it is spinning in my brain.

and again i just have so many thoughts on tedependent here, too, because both routes have so many good options. ted being something like the doctor fits really well in a lot of ways--someone who trent doesn't resent but misses, because ted changed him and trent loved him and then he just left, and trent understands why but it still hurts. and he doesn't like to talk about it, his Mysterious Past, how he got into all of this, why he decided to do an ultimately thankless job as a freelance journalist, why he--as the nosy meddling kids (affectionate) would no doubt eventually dig up--lost his job, when he used to be the most ruthless reporter out there (maybe even debunking fake alien shit? lmao. wait this is getting close to a different au i have that i'm actually trying to write, oops), why he's like this... but trent doesn't want to talk about it. why his only friend is a robot dog (a gift from ted). and then either Alien Shenanigans Of The Week make him talk about it, or... ted shows up again. and suddenly they all get to see a different side of him and it becomes so painfully, horribly clear why he is the way he is.

OR!!!! you know or ted is one of the parents on the road and they end up becoming friends--trent, out of his element, used to being a badass investigative freelance reporter who could have fallen into this any other ways (including: ex wife was an alien, actually did just stumble onto this nonsense doing Journalism Things, this is in the doctor who universe after all and he just like. met the doctor in the background at some point, etc) but finding himself more awkward in social situations around people his age

i'm just really thinking about how like. sarah jane at the beginning of the series is kind of isolated--she works alone, and she has mr. smith (her supercomputer--although i have complicated feelings thanks to one particular episode but that's a whole other bucket of worms--and even k-9 is out of commission) but no one else, and she's known in the neighborhood as being aloof and weird and some of them think she thinks she's better than them and is all superior, but really she's just... alone. she's doing good work and she doesn't want to draw attention to herself, but it's also like. that feeling of it's dangerous, and this way, no one will miss me. that feeling of like, i don't need anyone, i can be independent, i can do this myself. that feeling of not even knowing how to connect with other people anymore. and then like, as the kids forcefully befriend her she sort of gets pulled into the neighborhood community, too, and at first it's more awkward, and stilted, but over time they actually call her her name and talk to her and like. if she went missing she would be missed. you know? and i'm thinking about that and trent. like. he's fine seeming aloof and superior and odd, even if that image distorts when examined closely, becomes awkward and antisocial and unlikable, that's fine. he does his job. he doesn't need friends. but then getting pulled into a community and like.... AAAHGGHHH listen im going in circles but im just spinning this so rapidly in my brain

i think also when he gets his daughter really can change the vibe--does he have her pre-series, or is it more according to SJA where he gets her during The Inciting Incident that also acquires him The Meddling Kids? because on one hand, it's very funny if--like sarah jane--he goes from grumpy isolated reporter to single dad with gaggle of honorary nieces and nephews overnight, on the other hand, i love the idea that like in canon, he's like. got that duality of being this seemingly cold reporter but then also being a single dad. but then, that also changes the recklessness--if he has a daughter at home, it's not so much a case of "no one would miss him" and he would certainly be more careful--so that being a new development, one he's still adjusting to... i like that, too. especially when he finds he's better at it than anyone (including himself) would have given him credit for.

IM JUST SPINNING THIS OKAY IM THROWING IT IN THE WASHING MACHINE WITH A POCKET FULL OF COINS. CLINK CLINK CLINK

i have this silly little undeveloped au in my brain that's just like. tedependent but it's the sarah jane adventures. sort of. not literally in the doctor who universe necessarily but like. local intrepid reporter trent crimm investigating weird shit except the local neighborhood kids will not leave him alone.

i have so many thoughts about this but none of them are coherent enough for a proper fic i think:

i just think trent being good with kids, generally. go mentor figure trent! (what this has nothing to do with my thesis what do you mean)

trent, like sarah jane pre-series, having a sort of reputation in the neighborhood (or in general, since i'm also incorporating his actual canon vibes/story) as to being standoffish, aloof, cold, etc., and generally anti-social, keeping to himself. and as the kids keep dragging him into things kicking and screaming he might also be dragged kicking and screaming into a community <3

if his daughter is essentially luke does that mean he adopted her under Strange Alien-Related Circumstances? absolutely it does, yes.

see i've got two great ideas for ted/tedependent. on one hand, although in the context of SJA/nuwho i'm not so much one for sarah jane and the doctor as a Thing, ted playing the role of like. someone from trent's Mysterious Past who he won't talk about who set him on this path? someone who was kind and wonderful and changed his life but then--at least it feels like to him--abandoned him? someone who made him a better person--from doing whatever journalism he used to do to this--someone who he's still kinda in love with... but trent can no longer even really talk to......until he shows up again? that's some good shit, not gonna lie. although i'm jimmying that into a happy ending somehow, goddamn it.

ALTERNATIVELY. henry being one of the Neighborhood Kids (as if we're using "canon" kids, we've got limited options) and ted being an oblivious parent. trent is trying to get these kids to STOP POKING INTO DANGEROUS ALIEN NONSENSE PLEASE THIS IS HIS JOB PLEASE STOP BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE but they're stubborn and smart and they may or may not have saved his life once or twice and oh GOD THIS IS SO IRRESPONSIBLE but he can't just TELL THESE RANDOM NEIGHBORS about ALIENS. but like anyway this just painful secret identity-esque nonsense where ted knows henry's taken a shine to that nice journalist down the street and his daughter but does NOT know that henry is getting into Shenanigans(TM). this could lead into all sorts of drama about, you know, his kid being in danger... or, alternatively, ted has worked with some unit/torchwood-esque place before and is like OHH you know what? this explains that time i thought i heard you speaking an alien language. cool, cool. and trents like. .....WHAT

etc. i'm not wording this well but i think you get the idea.

if you really really wanted to make it complicated you could do both, considering the doctor's whole thing--either a fob watch or a regeneration--but honestly, i don't want to do that, so i won't

some of the adults do definitely get involved though. keeley either clocks that shit right away or thinks she's clocked it but she's actually clocked something entirely different. she's like i know you're mi6 babe ;) and he. is not. meanwhile roy having ten freakouts in a row and then being like nvm i'm fine with this. (is not fine with this, but will be eventually). jamies like yeah aliens. everyone knows about those. and they're like what?? no they dont?? and so on.

is beard an alien? genuinely no one's sure. he's not telling.

HOLD ON can i give trent k-9???? can trent crimm get a robot dog?????? yes please i think he deserves a robot dog

also see the trickster episodes? bet you could do something real fucked up with those.

i feel like i had more when i started this post but i don't remember

this not well thought out at all and i have no idea where everyone would fit in

anyway my point is. trent crimm, intrepid journalist, running around trying to stop alien shenanigans while Those Meddling Kids keep following him around. trent crimm doin a little Breaking And Entering. scooby doo shit. and he has such an interesting mix of seeming suave and badass and then immediately doing something embarrassing. trent crimm--via shenanigans and also Those Meddling Kids dragging him into their lives (aka he tries to keep his distance SO badly and only is involved when dangerous shit is going down but like then it's all. child knocking on his door like IT'S AN EMERGENCY OPEN UP and hes like WHAT WHAT IS IT and theyre like can you help me with my homework :( and hes like. fuck. yeah fine what do you want help with. (some subjects he's very helpful on others he's VERY not) until they're like okay but you're coming to this bbq right. and he's like? no? and they're like you're coming to this bbq right. and so on) ANYWAY the point is they keep dragging him into their lives and now oops! trent actually knows his neighbors and has to go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. but that also means that when he gets badly hurt or sick he's used to the empty hospital room but now he actually gets people showing up and forcing baked goods on him and shit and i'm just feeling a lot of things about this extremely hypothetical au based on my already existing feelings about trent gaining a community in s3/post-canon,

wait does this mean trent gets sonic lipstick? HELL YEAH IT DOES

#it's SOOOOO cheesy #it's kind of terrible #and i adore it #i remember s5 sucking but it also abruptly stops halfway through bc sadly the main actress passed away :(#long post #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT TRENT AND LONELINESS AND COMMUNITY #anyway this is all going off memory and now i kinda wanna rewatch sja again. damn #ohhh and come to think of it #the first Meddling Kid like. part of her whole thing was her parents were recently divorced or separated and there were issues with that?#im just saying.#sja au #tvtcau

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shadeswift99 · 3 years ago

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There is an interesting benefit to watching SMPs where things are normally, comparatively, pretty chill. That benefit being:

When something does happen, it hits like a goddamn truck

#3rdlifesmp #3rd life spoilers #I'm in shock #i have so many thoughts i don't even know where to start #and I'm only halfway through Impulse's episode #but THAT ENTIRE SCENE #THE ENTIRE TANGO THING #DEAR GOD #THE DRAMA #I'm fully losing my mind #IT ALL WENT FROM 0 TO 100 SO FAST #his VOICE when he first showed up #the way they totally surrounded him -#and he just got progressively more and more alarmed -#Tango is AMAZING at making his voice do that one specific thing i don't know what it is but it just hits -#i haven't seen this from anyone elses perspective yet but Impulse's is something else let me tell you #because his train of thought through the whole thing is just #oh man. oh man.#on one level it was goofy and fun. because it was about a helmet. on another level it was about justice; a punishment and a warning #but still not very serious! except that Tango is so obviously freaking out #begging and bargaining; no idea what's going on; and the way he asked Impulse Specifically if he was still on his side and got a clear no #because Impulse was still thinking about the justice part #it's like he only really realizes how far this whole thing went after he's the one to end it #then he starts to show a bit of regret #AND THEN THE WAY HE FREAKED OUT IN THE MOAT -#so terrified of the idea of his own justice -#Anyway yeah this has just been your daily reminder that although they don't do it very often certain Hermits can improv roleplay With Gusto #not to say the whole thing was intentionally 'in character' or anything like that but just #everyone likes a little drama sometimes #and boy can those hermits ever craft. craft a heart-wrenching narrative of betrayal lol

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years ago

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imagine | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: model!jk x reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | established relationship, smut, fluff

⇢ WC: 7.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

⇢ NOTES: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!

“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth.

God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him.

You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails,” you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon.

Everything felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.”

“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.”

“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”

You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.

“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”

He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest...

You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing.

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away.

“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while.

He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.

“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.”

Hm. Touché.

As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him.

“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!”

“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him.

You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.

Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears.

However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable.

Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough.

“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”

You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.

“Nothing, I just love you so much.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the show playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional.

“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct.

“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.”

You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York for a designer brand showcase a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses.

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though.

“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”

“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.

“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him.

“I love you, you know that?”

You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.

“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core.

The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.

“__, are you even listening to me?”

If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast.

“I am baby, I just want-”

“You want what?”

“I want you.”

“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping.

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling.

“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice.

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.”

“That’s not true,” you whimper.

“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”

“But they’re all soapy…”

He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together.

“Where?”

“Inside of me.”

“Where though?”

You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”

He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you.

Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded.

He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt.

You shoot him an exasperated look.

“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”

You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snapping your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop.

“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly.

If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips.

“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth.

“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm.

The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important.

He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other.

He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”

“Already?”

You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb.

He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm.

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough.

His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch.

You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.

You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”

He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him.

You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking.

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable.

“Alright, knees. Now.”

Asshole.

Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.

You answer him with the most miniscule nod.

“Use your words.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

“I’ll listen,” you peep.

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.

“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.

“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.”

He’s just as devious as you are.

You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth.

Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.

He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”

It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”

“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.”

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.

Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”

“Hm... I dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

No answer.

“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible.

You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire.

His cock is angry too. Flushed and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.

It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.

You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care.

The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.

Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.

“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him.

When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters.

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen.

Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.

Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.

Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them.

Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.

“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”

His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively.

His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side.

“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.

“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He��s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them.

You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough.

“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”

There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.

You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin.

“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”

“Me? You fully broke the mirror!”

“Huh?”

You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away.

He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.

Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”

“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.

“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump.

You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”

“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”

“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.”

You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.

You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.

Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you.

“Kook, please hur-,” your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive.

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy.

“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.” He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”

You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”

The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone.

He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were.

He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble.

Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles.

“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”

“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you.

Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum.

“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin.

“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do.

This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folding you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use.

Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour…

“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.

Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering.

“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.

You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red.

“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much.

The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.

“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking.

He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp.

Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh.

A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.

Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful.

Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him.

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy.

He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”

He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time.

“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”

He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck.

It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful.

Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?

Hotel security. That’s who.

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor.��

They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.

Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel.

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tidesreach · 2 years ago

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the lack of engagement with trauma and the lack of discussion around the importance of mental health care (particularly therapy) or even the acknowledgement of mental health care for trauma is not a love in the air problem. it is a genre problem. like, this is very much a problem across the board in bl. in fact, the only thing i personally have seen it tackled in a capacity where mental health care is acknowledged is in the eclipse. but even then it's not given a great deal of depth. we know ayan has seen a psychiatrist and that he has a diagnosis and is on medication, but that's about all we know. it was, however, refreshing to see, because for the most part in bl, if we see mental health issues we see little to no acknowledgement of any sort of mental health care or the option of it.

MAME in particular is guilty of this, as we are all probably aware at this point. it's something you really do have to come to expect when going into her shows. she has a very good grasp on trauma from the point of view of the traumatised, but fails to demonstrate the necessity of mental health care in recovering from/managing trauma and mental illness. she's not the only one, but it's consistent in her work.

this could be a symptom of mental health stigma. i don't know enough about thailand's mental health system to comment on it in any in-depth capacity, so if anyone is knowledgeable on this feel free to comment. however, some base research i have done has by large shown that people with mental health issues face a lot of stigma, and a recent (2020) UNICEF survey found that it is difficult to access services (or to even be aware there are services) that can help people understand and cope with what they are experiencing. so while this is definitely a problem in bl it's likely not a problem without a wider cause. i think sometimes it's easy to forget that every country has its own mental health system and its own level of awareness and stigma (and self-stigma) surrounding mental health and mental health care that may wildly differ to what you're used to. e.g. south korea has often been in the spotlight for this due to the considerable amount of stigma attached to mental illness that actively prevents people from seeking help and has led to a high suicide rate. skr dramas also have a habit of featuring trauma without the healthcare side for this reason.

while love in the air certainly does not feature discussion around mental health care, i actually thought it did a fairly good job in implying that sky wasn't suddenly cured of his trauma and that it's going to take some time and work to heal. there was a lot of nuance to his and prapai's conversations that i appreciated. was it perfect? no. would it have benefitted from discussion around mental health? god, absolutely. but unfortunately this is a wider problem not confined to this show.

#love in the air #the eclipse the series #thoughts etc.#it's a complex one #lita #the eclipse #prapaisky

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squireofgeekdom · 2 years ago

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more things i lose my mind about in vol 1

‘Peter Parker Memorial Library, Funded by Oscorp’ with the wee figure of pete with a book... im Fine about it

they show us that first panel of harry and gwen at peter’s funeral twice, just. just to make sure we get it, specifically underly Harry ‘taking it hard’ and it’s Such a specific ‘feeling guilty surrounding a loss of someone you care about’ trope that even seeing it twice you don’t like... overthink what it means AND THEN

nope. Harry was Literally right there, the bystander who froze, and ‘all the things i could have done’ is not general guilt, it’s very very specific

(also? I find giving Harry the bystander role fascinating, as the whole main universe ‘peter doesn’t stop the guy who goes on to kill uncle ben’ is also the guilt of specifically being a bystander. no idea if that was intentional but it’s a Lot)

and then we get to this! gwen as spider-woman knows exactly the guilt harry is going through because she’s heard it from him and it’s such a mirror to her own guilt over inadvertently killing peter - the actions not taken vs the actions that shouldn’t have been taken - and they’re both feeling this guilt over the loss of someone SO close to them and harry does not know! that spider-woman is gwen! and was friends with peter for even longer than he was! and like! it’s not secret identity drama if you’re not screaming ‘just tell them’ at the page and or screen and gwen’s internal monologue is LITERALLY screaming that at her im. im just.

and then we have these two bits re: peter and becoming the lizard and his memory and legacy which make for just. SUCH a juxtaposition

vs Harry, having just injected himself with the lizard formula

just. it’s so much. i could sit here and write an essay were it not for things like. sleep.

but GOD. ‘with peter’s help, i will’ ‘I am his greatest idea come to life. his justice. his hand striking out from beyond the grave.’ fucking HELL boy

(also Harry with his many issues with his dad's shadow and very specific expectations of him and just Norman's general shittiness specifically juxtaposing that against like. No. it's Pete. I'm just. Aaahhh. Wow.)

And then I’m just! god im emotional about this on so many levels im. it’s gwen and harry and who do we want to be. it’s gwen facing someone dear to her becoming the same lizard monstrosity as peter but knowing and having a solution and not repeating her mistakes. it’s about reaching out and hugging the monster. it’s about trust. it’s about forehead touches. it’s about making me cry incessantly.

My brain has decided that I require more spider-people stories so thanks to a chance bookstore encounter with volume 2 plus my library's hoopla account I've now read vol 0-2 of Spider-Gwen and oh god. Excuse me while I sob about earth 65 Gwen Peter and Harry.

#squire reads spider gwen #the dnd nerds trio

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hiraya-sa-dilim · 3 years ago

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as someone generally unfamiliar with the franchise, some character writing stuff i liked in the batman (2022)

the rorscach fucking journal montage. all monologs are corny by nature but as the movie progresses, you see bruce's match him well, introduces him accurately instead of exagerating his character or misleading the audience just for a sense of drama as journal-writing scenes often do

selina on the phone call with annika and how she comforts her coming home. i can't tell if she was romantic with her but whatever the answer is it's clear selina loves her Immensely

when bruce looks away from the binoculars because selina was getting dressed. he looks pissed that he might be missing out on information, but he keeps his eyes away

selina being scared of batman during their first encounter. she fights with all she's got and when she fails, she doesn't try to bluff or distract him with seduction, she makes a defensive excuse and backs away with her shoulders up

selina less than a minute later pawing at his arm for the passport

bruce realizing he doesn't know what to say at some point and resorting to "you have a lot of cats." fucking pathetic and we love him for that.

bruce replaying the part of the recording where selina gets upset with him. man's Obsessed over how sorry he is that that went bad and is probably thinking up ways he could've changed things

bruce all prickly when alfred teases him for it

bruce "i don't want your cufflinks, alfred" wayne already having his hand out for said cufflinks. say he's not your dad all you like, but you're definitely his son

when martinez cheerfully greets bruce at the funeral with a "mr. wayne, owo!!" and you can See bruce judge the man for calling him a clown just a few nights prior for a split second

that scene in the police precinct where batman's losing his shit surrounded by a swarm of cops, God. he's the fucking batman and he's taller and stronger than everyone on there, he's mostly bulletproof too, but they surround him and they're the fucking police and it's fucking Scary for him and the audience

when batman stops at the precipice of the building with a scream and theres a close up of his face all "jesus FUCK i don't wanna die. this scares me and i don't wanna die." and when he crash lands he's Loud about it, expressive with his pain. and then he Limps away from the scene. this entire sequence would have been unnecessary if he handled it as batman all cool and smooth and hero-like, but bruce's vulnerability shining through the mask over base physical pain is a great way to show character

i want gordon to level up from going jeez, man to shit, dog every other sentence he says to the fucking batman himself in the next movies. man's not afraid of this costumed freak and the way he talks to him not just expresses that but makes way for comedy and chemistry, two birds in one. good of the scriptwriters for taking that shot

batman not at all reacting defensively to penguin telling him upfront that he's got it wrong and just immediately getting on with the case with the new information he has. he made a not exactly plot-pertinent mistake any high schooler would have made--an impossibility for protagonists in run of the mill superhero films--and then acknowledges it in the least macho i'm-better-than-you way. he was embarassed by it, but doesn't use violence or agression to cover up or silence the penguin

and Then batman and gordon wordlessly leaving the penguin to waddle. professional to downright petty in under five minutes. That's fucking funny, That's a great way to show duality

selina looking close to tears as she tells batman the truth, and not to emotionally disarm him. again unbecoming on a supposed femme fatale, but very real on a girl who's had to deal with injustice her whole life

selina just Loving Annika. she becomes intwined in batman's story, she did everything she did throughout the movie Because Her Friend/Lover Was Hurt and later on Had To Be Found And Rescued. she didn't need to recite that spiel about caring for people less important than police deputies and crime lords, and straight white men. the moment she sneaks out to steal annika's passport back, selina is already the most human out of everyone in the movie

batman's reaction to selina saying the riddler might have been doing the right thing. seeing unsureness under the mask and all that eyeliner is unnerving, because at this point in the film, they've already established that the batman and bruce are Supposed to be two different people

bruce attacking alfred with accusations the second the man wakes up. like let him at least maybe have a bite to eat first my dude, man's nearly fucking died. but that shows you how angry bruce is even though sorrow had been the most obvious emotion you see on him a few minutes before

"that's a you thing." gordon's not afraid of batman when everybody else is, and having him defy expectation so bluntly (and bruce very briefly looking disgruntled) makes their exchanges hilarious

the scratch marks on the man on the roof's face (forgot his name). aesthetic as hell chef's kiss, but it's not the most damage selina could have done. she could have pierced his eyeballs or ripped his ears out instead, but he has scratches over the cheek and one eye. these are hurried marks you can make without thinking. she found him and instead of strategically doing him dirty for her needs, inflicts whatever pain she could give in the fastest time possible. see how mad she is over annika's death?

when bruce not yet in costume knocks on the door to the club and then just. sneaks in and locks the door behind him. no need for superhero skills for that one. it's something second-graders do for fun. on him, with everything you know about his skills and shenaniganerry long since in place, it's pretty fucking Funny

"do you know how hard you're making this for me? my own flesh and blood?" that is a serial rapist/abuser's line right there--YOU are giving ME a bad time here, How Dare You--and hearing falcone say that in this context (strangling his own daughter lol) really screams EVIL in the audience's face. subtle with how few words he needs and simple line delivery, yet on the nose. fucking disgusting and effective

some dude: "sir, he shouldn't be here, this is a crime scene." batman: "*looks at his security police officer to say i will throw a fucking tantrum if you kick me out and it's gonna be so embarassing you mark my words*" gordon: "he has fucking gloves"

batman--or maybe bruce--closing the door to the batcage again after taking the envelope. if he wanted, he couldve picked the bat up and freed it out the window. it's not immediately obvious evidence and even if it was, the batman can do whatever the fuck he likes. but he closes the door on the trapped thing. this is his professional, don't-get-attached, stay-emotionally-neutral code shining through no matter the circustance and also reflects how he has willingly trapped himself inside the notion of what he should be (vengance etc). neat!

i just. love the riddler's asthma. a natural and constant tool to show you how vulnerable he is even with all the murder going on. a bit on the nose all things considered but paul dano does it so well

batman's expression hardly changing but his body language spitting how RELIEVED he is at riddler saying "we" after the whole bruce wayne rant. hella in character, huge props to rpatz for all that Subtlety

riddler's "we're not so different with our shared mask kink, you and i" making batman freak the fuck out because holy shit, i don't wanna be this guy anymore. and again, you hardly see it, it's all in the eyes, not in the face

martinez, the most vocal among the cops over his disapproval of batman being there, half-heartedly shooing the man away from the evidence. the mumbled small talk. the Disgruntledness. alone in a room with some weirdo in a cape, he's Small and kinda Scared without his mates to back him up just in case he pokes the bear to waking. sweet and funny as hell

bella real going up to the front to calm the arena down. i think what she said about making a stand could be a little less direct, like instead of saying "the problem with This City" In Particular, she couldve went for a more general quip (maybe something along the lines of "i'm the mayor, aren't i?" or "hiding isn't what they elected me for" or some other cheesy but less This is gotham so decent response to crisis is more extraordinary than if this happened anywhere else as if a city-wide flood like this couldn't easily be an irl situation that forces leaders into cowardice or courage). but anyways, when she returns alone to the mic, you can't help but wish all politicians were like that.

actually, scratch that. this scene would work best if she just glares at gordon then goes off.

i also like how nobody stops to listen to her. for all her human spirit, no good intention is going to make a dent on instinctive fear and panic too far gone

the "Real Change" display thing blacking out screen by screen as batman fights with "vengeance" on top of it--battles it out with himself. ouGHFF

bruce panicking over how he almost died and selina sympathetically crying as she comforts him. look at all his fear! look at all her empathy and love! nothing to see here folks, just two dudes being human. 10/10

bruce's aa what the fuck not again let me rest for 20 fucking seconds look when selina gets pulled away just before he goes into where the fuck are my drugs, it's batman time mode. he's so tired of fighting and being relied on, so tired of being batman, but he pushes on because he cares for selina + believes being bruce isn't going to save anyone

gordon not even fucking touching batman to get him to stop beating some poor fuck to death. he just goes "hey, asshole!" or something like that and bruce resurfaces because it's safe to be himself around gordon. gordon won't let him get hurt even when he's not being batman. gordon is his friend.

everyone frightened of batman in the dark and the flood, and the orphan boy reaching for his hand first, because he's a dumb kid who doesn't kow any better. the mayor seeing how the kid is not immediately mauled or anything and saying fuck it, i can trust my people with this guy; they will follow my lead, and i will follow him. again, human fear is the primary factor in this scene, which makes everyone's decision to trust the batman so big and important

someone already said it, but this movie ends with batman in the mud among the people, not alone and looking down on them. he's still a head taller than them and goofy in the cape, he's still different, but he walks level with them on equal footing in more ways than one. powerful visual storytelling

bruce looking overwhelemed coming into physical contact with another human longer than it usually takes for him to hit someone. this injured girl trusting him is almost too much, but he pushes himself to hold her long enough so she gets comforted and assured enough to let go. it's difficult, obviously. and he goes through with it

when bruce stops to look up at the kid disappearing in the distance instead of doing the practical thing and move on to assisting the next rescuee. he has always cared for gotham but never actually let it into his heart--the exact same way he used to see himself and his associates. now all that's about to change. the sun rises on another bleak but nevertheless new day

the almost kiss between bruce and selina. 🥺🥺 he's begging please enable me to be weak and myself and not alone. now that he knows being bruce just might be his biggest asset to being batman, he allows himself to acknowledge that he Is a stray and maybe acting on that instead of denying it would be good for him. i still think this is more of an act of selfishness than strategy, though, which is such a healthy step in character development...

...and yet selina pulls away. we see that so far the greatest trait she has in all of this isn't her capacity for love, it's her decision to act on that love. for annika and her mother, initially, and now for batman (and maybe without knowing it, bruce). but now we see that maybe she hadn't been as fully in control of her choices after all. maybe instead all that love had been intinct, a pull she couldn't help but heed. and she knows letting someone she has grown to care for closer is going to stop her from getting on with her life finally out of the city that caused her so much pain. she emotionally cannot kiss bruce (and then say) goodbye. she doesn't even trust herself to speak when he asks her to take care of herself. so she nips what would have been a new beginning for them, and the further extension of her hurting, in the bud before she gets swept up in the current of her heart

not only do we see this whole new aspect to her character in her final scene, selina treats us to another by making her first selfish decision--acting for herself instead of for a loved one. that's how you make a well-rounded character: by giving them, even when their story ends, fertile potential for more.

AND overall, this selina kyle is such a wonderful subversion of the woman-sidekick-in-love trope. she is earnest, she drives the plot forward because of how much she cares, but all this goes out to her friend/lover and mother, not the hero. and when there is finally a chance to redirect that love to the one "s u p p o s e d" to have it, she steps away.

the little motorcycle race bruce and selina have when they could have both just kept pace instead of one-upping each other. completely unnecessary but it's one last show of friendliness between them. i could imagine them both grinning inside their helmets.

how they both pause at the crossroads to look at each other one last time. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

this has been a mostly closed reading from someone who's only exposure to batman was the first two christian bale movies and the ocassional mutual's post. couldn't tell if i would have enjoyed this movie more or less if i knew more about the franchise

overall, the writing in this movie isn't perfect, but i appreciate how the protagonists aren't paragons like in typical superhero movies. the batman (2022) makes a good study for character depictions of humanity and heroism and it's definitely an example i'll follow for my writing.

#the batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #catwoman #robert pattinson #zoe kravitz #lets be real here these two are the best parts of the movie #writing #hacks #ako #post #matt reeves #peter craig #2022 #editing this as i let it further simmer in my mind #rpatz #mine

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