#god this sounds so much like freud

[ketrin1607]

I apologize in advance for the abundance of text😅

I like the way the author of the Mojito Ennead draws. But her character Seth, as he was presented at the beginning of season 1, before, ahem, adult scenes with Gore, I liked more than the effeminate appearance and behavior of a non-man after (and it's not just about violence). At first, he was shown to us more as a classic badass badass) This is a cliche, but even it can be interesting to present if the plot is good and the character is charismatic.

Of course, everyone has their own taste, but for me this character remained a Seth only until those scenes. There can be no question about season 2 at all, even considering what he went through, I don't recognize in this character the one who was at the beginning, Mojito broke him for the sake of the genre.

I'm not a fan of such genres, but the theme of her comic was related to the Egyptian myth I needed, so I also got acquainted with it. I thought, what if we take exactly such a character as a basis and put him at the head of another plot?

I came up with the idea to try to combine the conflict of the unconscious Id and the Superego from Freud's concept and present it in the wrapper of the Egyptian mythology about the creation of the world. Ra may be the Superego who created order and peace, and the Egyptian god of chaos, Apop-the shadow of Ra, is Id. He was created from nothing, just like Ra, and cannot exist without him, just like Ra himself, who draws strength from the Duat - the unconscious.

In general, in my long drawer, the topic with the unconscious has accumulated for a separate story, not related to any myth, but as an original story, but it is very difficult to come up with and draw what the world inside the personality of his psyche will look like (not as childish as in the puzzle), and how such ephemeral ones will interact there characters like Id, Superego, Ego and its mental mechanisms. So, maybe I'll transfer this idea to a myth? Everything is much simpler here.

However, for the conflict in the plot and the appearance of the story, a shift from their stable existence is needed. This shift will be Seth, the god of war. I sketched out his concept. He corresponds to the original myth - a youthful, self-confident, cocky god who thinks a lot about himself. But as soon as he angers the god Ra, he has to lower his tone. I hope he doesn't copy Seth from the Ennead too much?) Because it's useless to hide, I was inspired by him.

I liked the idea of Mojito hiding the faces of the gods with a mask (it's just strange that only a part of the characters in them and the plot does not explain why not everyone wears them then). I will make this rule absolute and try to cover all the Egyptian gods with masks) And of course the skin - no Asians or whites - Egypt is always the sun, sooner or later the skin will become either tanned or red in such characters)

If leave his conflict with Osiris and the rest of the myth before the start of Seth's competition with Horus, then can somehow force Seth to get into the Duat before Osiris. In the Duat, he will make a deal with Apop to get out of the Duat and find his killer. In exchange, Seth must help Apophis infiltrate the world of Ra and seize power in Egypt. However, Apop will not tell Seth about all the nuances of this deal and will hide some of them in his own interests.

In a sense, this idea is an explanation of how Set, in Egyptian myths, the god of war and defender of Ra, became the god of chaos and evil, who was compared to Apophis) (in Reality life, believers simply split into pieces, rooting separately for Set and separately for Horus. The "sect" of Horus won, so the loser was demonized. Something like that in short)

It sounds good for the plot. Share, what do you think about such a concept for the beginning and development of the story?

[webbo0]

*Cowboy voice* “I Ain’t Quitting You”

Holland March x Jackson Healy

AO3 link

Length: 2,183 words

Summary:

"In my psychology class, we talked about something called an Oral Fixation; Freud made it up. Maybe you just need to have something else to like, chew on and stuff." "Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this —" "Oh my god, Dad, just get some gum or whatever!" AKA 7 things Holland March tries to help him quit drinking, plus the 1 time Jackson Healy helps him out. AKA Holland does NOT have an oral fixation, Thank you very much

Content/Warning: Idiot to lovers, Oral Fixation, Kissing, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Smoking, Sobriety, Quitting Smoking, Post-Canon, chosen family, 5+1 Things, technically it's 7 + 1 things, slight angst, Mature Content, implied/referenced sexuality

Authors Note: This is actually the first fic I ever published back in September '23, but I never posted it to Tumblr, so here ya go!

Original Notes:

Welp. I finally did it. Almost a decade in fandoms and it was Ryan fucking Gosling that made me cave and finally write fanfiction. Shoutout to the Goosecord for the motivation/encouragement to write this and for the feedback, especially @sandpapersnowman for helping me format this for AO3!! Y'all are the best!!

Anyways enjoy!!

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"March, we gotta talk."

Holland jerks up and immediately regrets it when his head pounds and everything tilts about 270° too far to the left. He groans and falls off the bed. Bed? He doesn’t remember getting there. Or undressing, apparently, because looking down, he quickly realizes he’s wearing nothing but some embarrassingly old boxers. And Healy’s standing above him. Holland scrambles back into bed and covers himself in a blanket.

"Stop pretending I haven’t seen you half-naked before. You’re acting like a Victorian duchess."

"A man must preserve his — hrrk — dignity," Holland retorts back in a bad British accent, having to pause and suppress a wave of nausea halfway through his sentence.

Healy scoffs

"Dignity, my ass! Holly found you passed out on the diving board. You could’ve gotten hurt! Again!"

Holland feels suddenly defensive. "And why do you care? What are you, my fairy drunk-mother?" Not your best comeback there, March, he thinks.

"You’re my business partner; I have a vested interest in having an income, so forgive me if I want my co-detective alive to work with me. You need to stop drinking."

Holland rolls his eyes. "I’ve got it under control, Healy. I’m a big boy, y’know?" God, he wishes he could take a nap right now.

"March, I’m serious; you’re going to do permanent damage to your liver. Plus," Healy hesitates as if he’s trying to figure out a way to finish his sentence without sounding like an asshole, "it’s not fair to Holly. You’re the only family she’s got left; you have to be there for her. She’s a teenager now and needs someone to guide her through adolescent idiocy. You’re her dad, you owe it to her."

That wakes him up. He’s always pushed down the guilt he has over his behavior, but when Healy lays it all out in front of him like that? He knows he’s deluded himself for years into thinking Holly wouldn’t notice, but she’s not a kid anymore. And the thought of her as an impressionable teenager following in his footsteps makes him nauseous for a whole different reason.

He sighs.

"Alright, alright, cut my balls off, why don’tcha? But fine, I get it."

"Thank you," Healy looks relieved.

"I can’t just quit cold chicken, though, withdrawals can be dead—"

"Turkey"

"Hm?" "The phrase is cold turkey."

"No, I’m pretty sure it's chicken."

"Why would it be — never mind. And yeah, it would be pretty dangerous to just stop altogether. What if we cut it down to one drink a day?"

"One? No way, pal, three a day minimum."

"Three?! There is something seriously wrong with you, March."

"Hey!"

An hour of negotiations later, they settle on a begrudged compromise.

That was a month ago, and Holland was regretting ever saying yes to the whole stupid plan. To substitute for the flask he always took a swig from whenever he needed to calm his nerves, he kept an extra pack of cigarettes, so he was smoking twice as much as usual. And Holly isn't a fan of his new habit. It’s a Monday morning, and Holland sits at the table, sipping his coffee, while Holly gets ready for school. Healy had stopped by to drop off some paperwork for their latest case, and now, for some inexplicable reason, is making them all pancakes. He bites back a comment about him making a great housewife and instead turns to Holly, arms out for a hug. She had a big test today and has insisted on the Mandatory Good Luck Hug before tests since kindergarten. She makes a face at him.

"Ugh, Dad, you smell gross!"

Tchk. Teenagers. "Holly, it’s rude to say that to someone’s face."

"It's true, March, you smell like an ashtray had sex with another ashtray," Healy comments from his place in front of the stove, not even turning around.

"Yeah, and then their house burned down." Holly adds, "You do know those will kill you one day, right?"

"Pfft, no way! Doctors used to give these to you! My own father had a prescription for a pack a day!"

Healy turns around. "Didn't he die of lung cancer?"

"Yeah, why?"

Healy pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks like he has a headache brewing.

Holly waltzes into the kitchen and steals a pancake from the ever-growing stack.

"In my psychology class, we talked about something called an Oral Fixation; Freud made it up. Maybe you just need to have something else to like, chew on and stuff."

"Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this —"

"Oh my God, Dad, just get some gum or whatever!"

She still leans in for a half hug while wrinkling her nose, because tradition is tradition. As she walks to the bus stop, Holland considers her words. Was he obsessed with things in his mouth? He took a sip of coffee before anyone could notice his face flushing a lovely shade of magenta.

The first thing he tries is Holly’s initial suggestion: gum. He gets a shit ton of flavors to try to find one he won’t get tired of. He settles on Bubblicious watermelon wave. The idea is largely effective, and Holland's smoking is cut down to what Holly decides is a "normal amount."

Unfortunately, Holland has the manners of a barn animal, so after only nine days of chewing with his mouth open non-stop, Healy is about to strangle him.

"March, buddy, I’m glad this is helping with your ‘mouth thing’," he starts. Holland opens his mouth to protest before Healy quickly cuts him off to finish. "But we have to figure something else out before I make the ‘arm incident’ look like a harmless prank."

Holland shuts up. No problem, he’ll find something else. He was getting tired of the gum sticking to his teeth anyway.

Holland’s next plan; a toothpick. More similar in shape to a cigarette and they last much longer. Bonus points: Holly thinks he looks “far out”. This plan lasts about 3 seconds before he gets a splinter in his gums. Toothpick is out.

Plan C is to just chew on the end of his pen as he works. Holland thinks it makes him look distinguished. Healy’s just kinda grossed out. Everything is fine until he finds a break in their case, jumps up in excitement, and promptly inhales the pen cap. Healy has to use the damn Heimlich maneuver on him, frantically grabbing him and squeezing harder than Holland thinks is necessary. But what does he know? And, wow, he definitely isn’t thinking about how Healy's strong arms feel around him.

When Healy silently hands him a teething ring meant for fussy toddlers, Holland almost punches him (attempted sobriety has him more on edge than usual). But hearing Holly’s muffled hysterics around the corner instantly dissolves his irritation. Something about Jackson and Holly working together just makes his heart flutter.

And sometimes, when he’s sure no one is looking, he’ll hold up the ring on a chain around his neck to his mouth. Softly, not biting or chewing, just letting it rest between his lips. And no matter what Jackson softly asks him one night, tears are not falling down his face. Those are the nights he really regrets cutting down on his drinking.

It’s when he starts keeping a lollipop in his mouth most of the day he notices Healy acting… Different. When Holland’s doing his work, going over papers and poring over phone books, he lets himself loosen up. Often he’ll tap his pen in random patterns, or jiggle his leg up and down (which drives Healy crazy), or more recently, he’ll hold his lollipop between his fingers like a cigarette and slowly lick circles around it. It’s a mindless behavior that helps him concentrate, but for some reason, Healy doesn’t like it. March can tell. He notices Healy glance at him and then darts his eyes down as if it weirds him out just to witness it. It hurts; Healy knows how much Holland is trying to be better, why would he judge him for how he’s coping? He tries to brush it off, wondering why it bothers him so much; he should be used to people not getting him by now.

They’re sitting next to each other on the couch in Holland’s living room, working on their latest case. It’s late at night and Holly is sleeping at a friend’s house for a birthday party. Holland is losing himself in the details of this case (who kidnaps a pet snake??) when he senses Healy’s attention on his mouth, which he currently occupies with a new blue raspberry lollipop.

After the fifth time Holland catches Healy staring at his mouth he snaps.

“I know I’m a fuck-up and everything but can you at least try to hide how much you —"

He’s cut off when something covers his lips. Oh. When Healy covers his lips. With his mouth. Oh. Holland’s brain takes about three seconds to catch up with what’s happening. Jackson’s kissing him. Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Jackson must’ve taken his frozen state as rejection because he quickly pulls back. Holland almost whines from the loss of contact.

“Fuck. Fuck! I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry, Holland,” Jackson runs a hand through his hair, clearly panicking, “You’ve just been such a goddamn tease with the fuckin’, whatever it is you’re doing with those lollipops and I couldn’t hel—”

This time he’s cut off from finishing his sentence by Holland grabbing his face and kissing him so hard he’s distantly worried about breaking Jackson’s nose. Holland’s hands rest on the side of Jackson’s face and cup the back of his neck, bracing himself in a desperate attempt to hide how much he’s shaking. Jackson’s lips are firm and his 3-day-old stubble is rough against his skin; one of his hands automatically threads into Holland’s hair, and the other hovers over his side before settling on his hips. He squeezes and the feeling goes straight to Holland’s dick. He lets out a wet groan into Jackson’s mouth who responds with a deep rumble.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Jackson growls, pulling away from Holland to let him catch his breath.

“Tell me,” is all that Holland responds, dipping his head and latching his mouth to Jackson’s neck, drawing out a strangled gasp.

“Since the day you fell asleep on my shoulder during that stakeout, and grabbed onto me like a fucked-up koala. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,” Jackson is visibly struggling to keep his composure as Holland's fingers move to the buttons on Jackson's shirt, frantically undoing them and pushing his hands under the cheap cotton. Holland moves his mouth down his neck, biting and sucking and doing things with his tongue that must be good because Jackson is making sounds that frankly should be illegal.

“Maybe Holly’s right, you really have a fixation on —”

Jackson yelps before he can finish his thought because Holland bites down hard into the soft skin of Jackson’s shoulder.

“Please don't mention my daughter while I’m giving you hickeys, it’s weird,” Holland mumbles while sucking what is sure to be a large dark splotch into Jackson’s collarbone.

“What I’m saying,” Jackson starts, as he grabs Holland's hair and jerks his head up to look him in the eyes, pupil’s blown. Holland would’ve whined from the loss of contact if he wasn’t moaning from Jackson’s hand tugging against his scalp.

“What I’m saying, is that maybe you just need to be doing something useful for once with that pretty little mouth besides drinking and talking non-stop.”

“And smoking, can’t forget all the smo—” Jackson shuts him up by shoving the thumb of the hand not tangled in his hair into Holland’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He moans around his hand in a way he knows must sound obscene. Jackson curses as Holland simultaneously starts sucking his fingers like it’s his job and fumbling with the buckle on Jackson’s jeans.

“God, you are something special, Holland,” he murmurs softly, and Jackson says his name with such reverence that if Holland doesn’t get the other man’s pants off immediately, he might explode.

He drops to his knees between Jackson’s thick thighs, because if everyone and their mother were so insistent he has this ‘mouth fixation’ or whatever, he might as well blow their expectations out of the water.

Heh, blow. Good one March.

He stares at the crotch of Jackson’s jeans, already starting to drool.

___

After that night, Holland sticks with the lollipops (now sugar-free, because his dentist nearly had a conniption when he last went in for a cleaning). No longer worried about Healy’s judgment, he loosens up and allows himself to fidget weirdly in peace. And if he and Jackson are alone on the nights when needs a little help with his mouth thing (because fine, yes, he might have a little fixation. Sue him), and he’s having a particularly hard time not turning to his vices? Well, that’s between him, his gag reflex, and Freud.

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Hope y'all enjoyed!!! You get bonus points if you find all the other Ryan Gosling movie references Again, this is the first full fic I've written so any and all feedback is welcomed!

[jacksprostate]

boss pls elaborate on the songs you used.!!!

- superfan anon

Warning: under the cut is a lot of rambling with only mild incoherency!

So like I said it's sort of chronological...

How to Boil an Egg is very much her discontent building up in her current life. All the lyrics are spot on lol it was an easy pick I stole from my friend. Most of these songs I stole from my friend

Cubicle is again that sense of displacement and upset that drives her to develop someone that gets her... She wants someone to do anything. Push tacks in her eyes. Bring her into their nest and regurgitate worms in her mouth. She wants to be led somewhere, away from the void of fucking nothing that is her life right now

And Breeding is also so spot on haha. Only edit required is change Barack Obama to your president of choice during her lifetime. Trying to procreate without fucking and breeding <- trying to make Tyler, tbh. And of course the opening brings to mind the space monkey and 30 yr old boy thing. That in itself I have thoughts on how it would get inverted for female fight club but that's neither here nor there.

Pedestrian at Best is them living together.... Pretty much the verses are the narrator, self critical and lost and a mess, and the chorus is Tyler — all that but confident and a bit of a shithead.

It won't be with me on my deathbed, but I'll still be in your head

Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you

Tell me I'm exceptional, I promise to exploit you

Like. It hits that aspect of Tyler so well. In contrast, verse:

I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis

What bliss, daylight savings won't fix this mess

Under-worked and over-sexed, I must express my disinterest

The rats are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?

So. Yes it's Them :) (and of course, something to be said about how Tyler parts are really just the narrator's grown projections etc)

Wonderful Hell — Oh you wanna start a revolution and destroy the world so bad haha fight club fight club perhaps even Project Mayhem.. in an idealistic way

Dogma literally just sounds like Tyler lecturing lol

Chamber for Sleep (Part Two) OK so THIS one I feel is a little more opaque in the connection but also works REALLY well if I explain a little. It's the narrator... Especially during Projrct Mayhem, when she's losing Tyler's attention. She wants Tyler's attention so bad. She wants it like she died and Tyler cares. Grieve as if I died and I'll become a fragment in your mind <- she does not know Tyler is a fragment in hers... She wants so bad to mean more. I'd like to love me like you seem to, how do you hang this heaven over me <- Ok fundamentally even though Tyler treats the narrator shitty sometimes, even in base novel like... what Tyler does is ultimately all for the narrator. Creating this heaven for the narrator. No matter how twisted. Even in the book, Tyler's big martyr thing — it's because the narrator wants to die and doesn't want consequences. With feamle fight club, too, a big part of my little canon for it is that Tyler really invests in the narrator developing her own strength. Tyler wants her strong. Hungry. Tyler feeds her meals with protein and carbs and cares for her like a lover. But Tyler also abandons her. Tyler has close little conversations with Marlon that the narrator just barely can't hear but sre loud enough to keep her awake all night hearing how Tyler's relationship with someone in this house is deepening, and it's that undeserving fake, Marlon, not her. She wants to be more important to Tyler SO bad. 'Braid my hair to yours and drag us blind' come on. No matter how short Tyler's hair is that's Them. + Nail me to the bed

Relating to a Psychopath — a lot like Pedestrian at Best's chorus... sort of making Tyler into this extremely confident and charismatic heavily flaky and flawed idol. Constant back and forth between the narrator being good company and mocking the narrator for caring about her so much.

Glass House — god, this song. As my friend said, 'the narrator after realizing Tyler is basically a brain parasite'. Obsessed with this song in general and also specifically for them. I have nothing to say you can only experience it

This Tornado Loves you <- like I said earlier... everything Tyler does is really for the narrator, at the end of the day. Even if it hurts. Like a tornado. But also, reflectively, the narrator now feels this way about what she's done to everyone around her.

Horseshoe Crab is her in the psych ward.... She's unfamiliar to herself. She's learned, but god. Nothing is the same. Especially not her. Wishes she could do it better. Be better. For her? Tyler? Marlon? The women in fight club? Probably all of the above. She's dissociated from herself.. a bit lost. So much learned, but lost. This is the song that inspired me to make the playlist.

And then you cycle back.

[milfronin]

HI THIS IS THE SONAVERSE BACKSTORY LORE POST

Hello and welcome hi this is Sunny's big ramblepost about Sonaverse :+)

Sonaverse is where I put my ocs that are liek, my fursonas, and stuff like that.. Most of them are technically fursonas because im a very deep and varied critter lol. But yeah I wanted it to be fun and more unique than just like. Well It's Earth! So I came up with some fun worldbuilding touches hehe :3

One note before we start: Whenever I say the word "Human," that is a BLANKET TERM! "Human" refers to any creature with the intelligence equal to or surpassing a Homo Sapien. Because there are furries and humans and elves and demons and angels and robots and on and on and on.

The rest will be under the cut to not give you a mile long post to scroll through but It would make me Very Very Happy if you read it :+)

SO TO BEGIN.

At the very basest there are three sort of base inherent energies about the world that affect everything, sort of like thermodynamics or, like, gravity. I stole those psychology (?) terms because I like how they sound and Freud was a quack and I can do what I want I don't care.

-Id, being originally defined as like, wishful thinking, illogicality, desire, etc. is the name given to, essentially, magical energy. Magic! You know magic. You can do a lot with it. Id is associated with life, growth, movement, warmth, things of that nature. ID IS NOT INHERENTLY "GOOD" DO NOT MAKE THAT ASSUMPTION.

-Superego, being originally defined as rigidity/morality/stuff like so, is basically anti-magic, like how there's matter and antimatter. It's the fact that things end, death, slowing and cessation, cold. SUPEREGO IS NOT INHERENTLY "EVIL" DO NOT MAKE THAT ASSUMPTION. I know I said this like twice but people love to think "death is EVIL!!" no its fucking not okay if nothing died thered be way too much shit. Mf hoe /like that one post.

-Ego, being the thing that keeps both of them in check originally, is now... The same thing essentially. It is still an energy that permeates reality, but it is more prevalent in humans. Everything contains it, but humans contain FAR more ego, which allows them to sort of manually balance their own levels of Superego and Id. It will do it automatically naturally just due to how they interact, but people can shift it however they like. They can't shift it astronomically in either direction though, because the results are... Not ideal.

SO. Earth is... Different.

-Earth has multiple different planes of reality. [Well. Technically the entire universe does, but Earth's specifically will be relevant later.] There's the mortal plane, where... Mortals go. Big surprise there. There's the spiritual plane, where creatures comprised more prominently of Id reside, fae and supernatural creatures and the like. There's the plane of Divinity, where all things along the lines of gods, demons, angels, and things like that reside. This one is split up differently, being heaven, hell, and Paradiso [that one's where real gods and stuff reside.] You don't like... Go to heaven or hell though. It's just where angels or demons live. They're like the spiritual plane but theyre mmore unique manifestations of Id with distinctly divine touches. Reincarnation is real and people know that it's real but there's not really a way to carry stuff over. Reincarnation super is real though and like everyone knows it.

-Earth has rings! This is because I think it'd be cool if Earth had rings. Those edits of what it'd look like from the ground if Earth had rings like saturn were cool as hell and I'm like well yuppp.

-Earth has three moons! Luna, Aegis, and Cassanova. I haven't developed much about these yet but I think it'd be cool if Earth had multiple moons.

-And... Something else that needs its own section.

So like what's the catch besides that.

Well a long time ago Earth used to be more normal, in that its axis was actually Normal and Upright. However, later on, but still really really far in the past, some guy that was pissed off about nobody paying attention to them said "I'll give you people something to remember," and did the, still to date, largest and most intensive incantation to ever be recorded. Nobody actually knows how they did it, but what happened resulted in an absolutely massive crater on the planet, and the utter concentration of magic actually shifted the Planar Axes. The Metaphysical Axis was shifted drastically, causing a torrent of Id to spill forth, and saturate the planet with it, making literally everything more magical.

This metaphysical axis shift also means that Id-composed creatures [Spiritual plane, Divine plane] could enter our plane FAR easier. This is not necessarily a bad thing, as most things live in relative harmony now. However this is a minor problem as now non human demons (and some human ones), prone to mischievousness can and do rather frequently enter the mortal plane, infesting places. Due to this, demon hunting is a somewhat common occupation, and it's treated like an exterminator job, essentially.

Due to this, Earth has some more unique changes as well!

-Oxygen content is higher, resulting in creatures having the capability to get a lot larger! Megafauna are back on the menu. -Plants grow a lot more! Most cities are much more "solarpunk" looking. Plantlife and vegetation is seen not exactly as sacred, but a place with none of it anywhere is generally accepted to be incredibly dry and boring and distasteful. Almost all locations have plants growing on them inside them, the like. Magic helps sustain them but they all sort of magically manage to make stuff work fine. And that's the main bulk of it all :3 Here's some other little notes:

-Magic and Technology work hand in hand in a lot of things, most technology is magically powered as well. -I make the lore stupid as fuck like tf2 lore almost cause I feel like it and it's funny to me. Shit like Abe Lincon pictured on the penny, rocket jumping. -The city it "Takes Place In" [where all my ocs go] has a building that's sort of its highlight called the Gaia Archive. Think of it like the Library of Alexandria on steroids. Mass collection of all of humanity's knowledge, digital and physical, a combination museum and library and archive and anything else of that nature you could think of.

Soooo thats abt it for the basics :3 If you have any questions or stuff puhLEASE ask me I looove talking about it. Thanks for readinggggggg :333

[sukirichi]

holy shit long rant ahead

"Like-like you're looking for the man who courted you two years ago, the one you truly wanted to marry. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, because you're not going to find him. He never existed in the first place. Whatever it is you're looking for, you won't find it in me," *shit here we go again audio with head in my hands*

"Get out of your head. Just because I did all those things for you, doesn't mean they meant something. Are you forgetting I spent two years of my life trying to win you over, and I never once felt something for you other than tolerance?" When your face fell, triumph washed over his features. "That's right. You remember now, don't you? She's the one I want. Everything I do is for her. Don't forget your place."

Man idk how the princess heard this another time without breaking down in rage cause either this man is going down with me or nothing. Princess where is your self respect? PICK YOURSELF UPPPPPPP THIS MAN LEGIT RUNS ALL OVER YOU AND all we do is cry and yearn for more LIKE WE NEED TO BLOW IR*S AND HIM UP ATP BRING THE BIG GUNS OUT I NEED KUROO AND HIS ROOSTER LOOKING ASS TO POST THAT ARTICLE ASAP

“Your mother's sniffles was the last thing you heard before the sound of a fist connecting with skin resounded in the area. Pulling back, you gasped at what you saw.”

OH THE SATISFACTION I FELT HERE SWEET HEAVENS I wish someone recorded it and we could watch it all over again cause UM LESGO WWE 🗣️🤺 never have I ever loved a father this much cause he SLAYED LEFT NO CRUMBS AT ALLL #curedmyfatherissues

“Want me, you pleaded silently, at least want me. Just a little bit.” pookie 🤠😟😞 cmon we better than this

“Rintaro hadn't mean to. Sure, he was careless and never used protection, but he thought little of it. Iris® cycles were irregular and they never worried if she missed her period. She was always on the pill - all because of him, since Kiyoomi wouldn't have touched her anyway.”

he’s one sick bastard I hope he rots imagine cheating on your wife that you claim to love, doing it in your shared bed AND without protection like babe the article was so deserved by god

and the ending sentence,,,,,just made me so sick because as much as I hate rin and ir*s, I think I hate the queen and the king more because the issues started with them. with the king being an absolute whore and having kids with random ass women LIKE WHERE IS THE VASECTOMY GET HIS TUBES TIED and the queen being a bitch to rin his whole life just to find out my man got issues for nothing??? not defending him at all but to find out that all he knew as his “home” and family (even tho they sucked) were all never really his,,, I can see his heart breaking with the image he had of his family in his mind in the form of drawings made by his inner child, torn in half,,,,,,,oh I am about to be SICK

(and once he finally found his real home aka princess, bro fumbled it up BADDDD like if I was him I would beg for forgiveness + repent + burn the castle with the queen in it <33 (not the princes, tobio pookie you are coming home with me)

bro’s mental health must be in a delicate state, I hate him but I am also worried for him 🥲

- Freud anon is in shambles btw

THE HERE WE GO AGAIN AUDIO AAHJKA SO TRUE he just keeps on going back and forth like decide already!! 😭 do you want us or not!!

the self respect is… there, just buried under very deep layers of still hoping for something good. but also like we can’t really blame dtd!yn for acting this way because rintaro was FINALLY changing and being the husband we wanted him to be! the whole romantic dinner setup, working on the beach house together, and not once even mentioning iris????!!? BRO WAS DEDICATED. but then yeah he really just had to ruin it all again UGH. “all we do is cry and yearn for more.” actually real.

the daddy issues tag im crying 😭 sending all my love and hugs to you anon. BUT YES omg I loveeee our dad so much in DTD because he really said fuck around and find out! dude literally did not care that he was punching a royal because his daughter was more important than their titles! our parents in dtd are soo parents goals I love them <3

nauh bcos rintaro is careless and CRAZYYY. not only did they do it in OUR bed but he did it raw like! I would’ve thrown up ngl. AGHJSKA the vasectomy LMFAO. unfortunately it’s his duty to have many children and he fulfilled that part VERY well, just yknow… they really should’ve specified to him that he had to have kids with his wife and not other women. but yes I agree! all the problems really started because the king and queen hated each other (or more like, the queen hated him for how he treated her, and the king just didn’t care about her at all. he just knew she’d be a good queen and he needed someone smart and capable in leading the country so he can slack off. terrible, terrible man.) YES OMGGG THE DRAWINGS STOPPP I GET SO SAD EVERYTIME I THINK OF RINTARO’S LIFE WAS STOLEN FROM HIM AND ALL HIS ISSUES, EVERYTHING THAT HE FUCKED UP, HAD BEEN FOR NOTHING! and now he’s fumbling so bad too like bro is losing everything that should’ve never been his in the first place ugh.

YES! we protect and love tobio in this house!! and I agree </3 rintaro is going through a lot and it honestly goes two ways – it’s either he does worse things to cope, or he completely shuts down and forgets everything that happened. I’m not sure which one I prefer…

[rachaeljurassic]

So, part two of Sunday's double bill

😁

Questions?

Has Jack learned ANY lessons from Paddy?

Has Phryne recovered from Jack actually touching her with purpose?

Has Dot recovered from being shouted at by Hugh?

And is Jack allowed to arrest Hugh's mum?

🤔

Also though, how painful that the reason Dot gave, right at the beginning, for not thinking it was a good idea to date Hugh has turned out to be the reason that all this is happening

😢

Ah, lots of floaty ladies

😊

Oh dear, Aunt P

😞

OMG it's just getting worse

😨

Oh, she's hosting a sanitorium, and things are a bit much

"They're far too wealthy for that, they're just unwell"

🤣

Sounds about right!

And who the HELL is THAT????????

*reluctant* 🥃

Where's HUGHHHHHHHH???????

😭

"Miss Fisher, at last"

His face, trying to ignore that other policeman on the floor

😐

And Phryne tells Jack exaclty what happened

😆

And then stands up in the most suggestive way imaginable

🥵

"Shall I leave now"

NO JACK, JEEZ, you are STILL not getting this!!!!!

🤦‍♀️

Hugh's gone fishing. Nooooooooo. Shut up Constable Interloper!!!! He IS coming back, stop upsetting Dot.

😡

Oh but his face throughout his first experience of Phrack Murder Investigation synchronicity

😦

Yes, you get on with the searching, the lady and I will be interviewing suspects.

The Constable *what the hell kind of operation IS this?*

😆

Oh HOW DARE that woman talk about Arthur like that!?

😡

But at least she's getting some information, although who knows how reliable it is

OK, I'm thinking that it's not Betsy who was consumed with lust

😂

And I have to say that outfit Phryne is wearing, I LOVE that top thingy (fashion is NOT my forte, I have no idea hoe to describe it lol)

Oh god I love the way Aunt P said

"very bed hebit"

😂

Oh poor P, I don't like you being sad

🙁

My god that new guy is very keen

But how long has Hugh been gone

😢

MACCCCCCCC

😍

OMG that whole exchange about the "electric massager"

🤣🤣🤣

Phryne and Mac having the BEST time EVER!

"A what?"

Phryne and Mac's coordinated look at him

😂

Their expersions throughout

😏

Mac leaning forward on the table to get the BEST POSSIBLE VIEW of this, because it's gonna be good

😆

Jack going from

🤔

to

😮

to

😳

"Have you seen one before?"

*Nods* oops *shakes his head* damn *how do I play this without looking like an innocent fool but also without looking like I'm TOO into that stuff?*

And strangely Jack doesn't see the point of this line questioning

😂

Mac and Phryne do though

😏

"Mr Freud would be terribly interested in that"

Oh Mac, you've decided to join in on the torture, I'm sooooo glad

😍

Phryne's very interested too

🤭

And Mac and the end trying SO hard not to laugh

😂

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

My internet provider was straight up playing me before because it took 3 hours to download the ep last week and with the new internet, 20 minutes this week, so anyway I took random notes while watching and just gonna post a couple of them in one hit before scrolling my dash:

1. “Anybody can get a guy to bang them once.” Oh, can they, Dennis? Can they?? Sounds like a man speaking from experience, huh.

2. Jack to Charlie regarding “play dates” together and him saying “You don’t remember,” oh that hurts my heart, Charlie having to repress memories of him. And then the extra creep factor with the fucking ice cream truck, good lord, I’m starting to think Jack murder is more and more possible this season.

3. “Don’t mind my friend, he’s schizophrenic.” “I am, yeah.” I know it’s like a joke here, but I like schizotypal Charlie headcanon so I choose to see this as a win. (Spider in my ear vibes though <3)

4. Dee and Mac asking “why” and “how come” Dennis has a system to get men and him shhing them, oh yeah it’s all coming together, he’s used this system fr, and the truth and something else is gonna come out, baby.

5. Love The Waitress is Getting Married vibes from Dennis helping Mac and Dee on their dates the way they tried to help Charlie.

6. Girl, how did Dennis get that bottle open over that guy, this man lives off of beer and air, he’s a weak, frail Victorian maiden who would absolutely get Mac to open jars in their apartment constantly.

7. MOMMY ISSUES DENNIS REAL. Okay so we’re all in agreement we’re gonna transport Den “back to a time when he was a snot nosed little bitch who depended on the most important person in his life for absolutely everything, the person who inflated his ego, who made him feel powerful but also powerless, the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life.” I’m SCREAMING. “The way to make a guy fall in love with you is to make him feel like you are his mommy.” GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK, Freud would like a word, I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, but I’m sure someone else already has, but oh my god they’re bringing up how Barbara’s influence really messed with him, inflating his ego, making him the golden child and holding him up to these perfect standards, but he’s trying to maintain that perfection even after she’s gone and realizing he can’t, making him powerless. He just wants the illusion of power! he doesn’t want to have to work for it this much. Head buzzing with incoherent thoughts but there are thoughts here I may come back to just aaahh.

8. On another note, I really liked their acting in this one, especially the S.I.N.N.E.D. scene, their deliveries were all great, they seemed to be having fun and it was sooo cute.

9. A boy in love with Johnny so he can’t be with anyone else, but Dennis is Johnny, Dennis catfish real, Dennis controlling anal beads real, what fever dream is this fucking episode, a boy in love with Johnny, Johnny dennis Dennis Johnny, I’m losing my mind.

10. “I’m Dennis, I’ve always been Dennis” and Ireland’s “You’re you, you’ve always been you” parallels and Mac’s need for solid and clear labels of identity, but Dennis’ continually vague notion of his own self, and Mac remaining completely clueless this whole season, not seeing what’s right in front of him, the blowing jokes, Dennis and his system for men, Dennis is Johnny, while Dennis is starting to realize maybe what he wants and continuously gets more aware, and it leads to mental health day, aaah idk!! So much!

11. I love how everyone was deep dive analyzing the Frank Dennis scene and it was just him telling him he got anal beads in his ass 😭

12. The chess opponent looks a lil like Donald to me.

13. Full ass blast 😭 I hate how this show makes me insane regardless of that.

[acatinafancyhat]

Doing my due diligence and watched 1993-5 Belgian Chess! It’s in dutch, but unfortunately the sound quality is not great so i could only guess at what they’re saying most of the time. The translations are quite different from the 2008 Dutch version i got that far... Fortunately it’s a boring London copy so there’s not that much going on anyway 🙃

And yet i had thoughts, therefore it is shouting into the void time! 🥳

Act 1

- Starting off with... statues sitting at a chessboard? Arbiter is here. People dance around the statues like they’re praying to the chess gods during Story of Chess. Real.

- This Arbiter looks so stressed and irritated already. The players haven’t even shown up yet u don’t know what’s coming your way my friend

- Merano folks have shown up in full lederhosen :)

- Real smoke to show Freddie’s train arriving that’s cool! Ohh and this Freddie’s going hard on the washed up rock star vibes. Not sure he looks like a Freddie to me though...

- Freddie walks out after Entrance, so Merano people start assaulting a random tourist guy instead. He looks confused. Then concerned. Then runs off-stage screaming. The Merano experience! :D

- Freddie and Florence Established Relationship but their chemistry is Off. Hmmm.

- This Freddie plays a chess computer (except. There is no computer. Only Disembodied Robot Voice and Freddie speaking his move into thin air.) and he also does push ups. Broadway influence?

- Commie Newspapers and Press Conference are both so slow...

- Wait no it’s speeding up for PC chorus but that’s Not Better. I don’t get this timing it sounds very wrong

- Punching a reporter, check!

- Anatoly and Molokov look like college professors but in different ways (Anatoly is your homeless depressed comp lit guy, Molokov teaches law and delights in assigning too much homework. the AU is real to me)

- Some guy is watching Anatoly do Where I Want to Be. Is he a bodyguard? Idk...

- Anatoly’s chess second also looks like a college professor what is this (Perpetually Anxious Uncomfortably Freud-Loving Psychology Professor vibe for him)

- “No one can deny what kind of times these are” I guess they are neither difficult and dangerous nor encouraging now. They are simply. A kind of times. You can’t deny it. 👍

- Lmao Walter and Molokov almost get in a fight at the end of Diplomats, Arbiter has to break them up

- Walter and Molokov are on Arbiter background dancer duty!!

- After doing Hymn, Arbiter calls Walter back. They both start laughing maniacally. Strange and disturbing...

- Anatoly and Freddie have both suited up for Chess

- There’s a group of background people behind them just kind of rhythmically swaying in place??

- Freddie fake flips the board it looks so silly. Don’t be a coward let him throw the actual board! Freddie board flipping rights!!!

- This Walter is so ready to fight everybody. Molokov, Freddie, his own camera crew. He’s a hands-on kind of spy.

- Side note I like this Florence actress much better for her than Dutch Florence

- Der Kleine Franz brings back the lederhosen

- Mountain Duet on an empty stage with Anatoly sitting on a chair and Florence standing across the stage. They haven’t even greeted each other. The Flonatoly is truly non-existent so far

- Awkwardly standing opposite each other now as they sing...

- He’s touching her and i cringe.

- This has so little going for it i’m sorry, worse Flonatoly development than RAH fr. Depressed professor Anatoly has no discernible personality he just Stands There. Florence actress does her best to look charmed but she has nothing to go on it is not working for me

- Freddie is SITTING ON A BENCH WATCHING THEM KISS the camera was zoomed in on Flo & Toly idk how long he’s been there 😶

- He loses the match, stalks off, angrily takes off his shirt and shoes and throws them at the wall... Goes to get a robe and a bottle of booze...

- Drunk Freddie during Florence Quits high key Worries me

- He’s so tense fr

- Punches a wall after she leaves

- Floor time even before PTC starts

- Oh okay there goes the robe. This is a weird time for him to be shirtless?

- Aaaaand more floor time for the Sad Man

- Florence comes back!!!!! And puts her coat over him djskskaldgsh What.

- And then we get Florence Someone Else’s Story while she’s sitting with him he’s sleeping(?) on the floor with his head on her knee and she’s like. petting his head. Wahh...

- Okay i mean it’s sweet i guess but they just did Florence Quits so is this really the time???

- Also uncomfortable Freudian vibes tbh

- Anatoly and the Press is slow. Anthem is fast. Make up your mind people >:(

- Toly looks distressed during Anthem. He asks Flo for a hug at the end aww (i'm still not into it)

Act 2

- Hey they translated ONIB i’ve not seen that before actually

- “we’ve barely recovered from those lederhosen” he says. me too buddy, me too

- I think this is the tamest ONIB Feddie i’ve come across so far. he’s just hanging out, the Bangkok people aren’t paying too much attention to him or he to them 🤔

- Reporter Freddie wears a flower blouse and he has a little paper notepad. he looks like he’s on vacation. Real Tourist Freddie :)

- Soviet Machine aka Socially Awkward People Having a Party

- Viigand sits quietly off to the side playing chess while everyone else gets super drunk and dances around, wins the social awkwardness contest

- Lol one guy does the high ooooooo and everyone is so startled and annoyed! Molokov smacks him in the head!

- Freddie looks hyped to do Interview the hard way

- Anatoly takes a step back when he sees him he looks very nervous hehe

- Whyyyyy is this one also slow???

- Oh nope awkward speedup again

- Florence and Svetlana both wearing red in The Deal hmmmmmm

- The Freddie/Anatoly part of The Deal happens over the phone? They’re standing on opposite sides of the stage :(

- Florence/Freddie is irl but for the “who’d ever guess it” verse they don’t look at each other they’re standing next to each other facing the audience i don’t like it :c (also another weird tempo change ugh)

- IKHSW direct translation not flipped!! (thank god) however i have no idea where they’re supposed to be right now

- They’re still both wearing red outfits but Florence’s is a suit and Svetlana’s is a dress the effect is Something. They look more alike than most Flo and Svetas it’s giving me Thoughts.

- They exchange a look at the end and Flo gives Sveta a little nod and then they walk off together i support this :)

- Everyone stands so far apart all the time in this production idk... and every time they get close to each other it’s uncomfortable... only Queens have any kind of chemistry.

- Fun fact instead of chanting the championship years in Endgame they say “first champion... second champion... third champion”

- Freddie and Sveta are off in a corner together watching the game??

- Freddie joins the party to point an accusing finger at Anatoly but we’ve had Talking Chess so i’m not sure what his issue is right now (lyrics are sadly unclear to me)

- Immediate Flonatoly hug after he wins. this Florence just can not make up her mind

- And now she’s telling him to leave

- Freddie is still here. watching them. again. O_O

- Walter tells Florence he’s not sure her father is alive, kisses her forehead and walks off. She should kill him.

- The End

So uh yeah okay that was a Chess. No regrets i will watch them all 🫡 but i hope you make better choices than i did.

Tl;dr on the off chance someone was on the fence about watching this (nah) please let me assure you that You Don’t Need To Do That! You will gain nothing and lose 2+ hours of your life :) Maaaaybe watch Florence Quits, Pity the Child and Someone Else’s Story if you’re a huge Florence/Freddie fan and have nothing better to do!

[nekooru]

I’ve been having headcannons on the brain, and I’m really curious if you have any about Freud. Not much is really known about him other than the fact he gathered the heroes, made a spirit pact with Afrien, and was an extremely powerful mage.

₊ ☾⋆ freud headcanons ⋆⁺₊⋆

dragon master freud.

synopsis: headcanons about freud and his life after the heroes' fight with the black mage.

tags: maplestory, freud, angst, headcanons, small drabble

wc: 968

a/n: yess freud's journey is smth i think about often.. he was the biggest mvp against the odds of being a human in that era (he didn't have resources for his research like neinheart did, and wm had his little mages runnin around for him) i think about how much trauma he must've had to be the only one to come out of that fight basically physically unscathed while his friends sacrificed so much, and all the other things he went on to accomplish after the fact. he was truly a genius, and i think his intellect could only be rivaled by white mage and neinheart (imagine if neinheart was charismatic and could fight in other ways besides smackin a bitch w a big book!!) SORRY THINGS GET A LITTLE ANGSTY 🥲

headcanon

˙⋆⁺₊⋆.

☾. everyone who knew freud would agree that he's a rather strange individual who embraces the nuances of life. for instance, while others would see a future of arduous roof repair when looking at the holes in the ceiling of his house, he saw a window to the stars by night and a convenient light source during the day; an improvement onto his home, even if it was... rough looking.

☾. despite the vast amount of people that gravitated towards him, freud found a way to make each and every person close to him feel special. his charisma seemed neverending. although, besides afrien, he considered eunwol to be a particularly precious friend; it was a rarity that freud would meet someone nearly as open minded as himself, and he enjoyed conversing about philosophy through countless nights with eunwol. afrien— well, dragons tend to be proud and opinionated beings. when freud was in the mood for intellectual debate, luminous was also somebody he would turn to. luminous could be dry, but his realistic ideals would often spark freud to think more deeply.

☾. he was lightning in a bottle. an unequivocal genius, a steady leader— an inspiring friend, who seemed to always know the words to bring forth one's inner potential. despite the fleeting existence of lightning, how amazing is it that freud managed to provide the turning points for a dormant war yet to awaken for centuries?

☾. however, after the battle with the black mage, he began to change in the smallest, quietest ways. walking the world alone when you're so used to the warmth of companionship can be gruelling.

☾. at some point, he would have gladly wasted an afternoon playing with a young monster, sketching it in his notebook when it finally tired itself out. but he had no time, now. he was on the unmerciful clock of the human lifespan, and the sounds of ticking he imagined were nearly maddening. he could only smile blankly at the little monster, shoo it away with his leg, and continue his trail.

☾. although he still offered his skills to those in apparent need, he no longer sought out problems to solve himself. his research took priority. the secrets of transcendents, what came before them, how to kill a god... he had only delved into the surface of what the heart of the world was to create the seal stones. there was so much more to learn. and, in addition, he had to make sure his comrades wouldn't be forgotten as someone or something worked to erase their history. it became an obsession, and obsession has a way of dragging along a human body past it's limits.

☾. whispers resounded across the people of maple world. dragon master freud has changed. and where is his dragon, anyway?

☾. but the rest of his life wasn't spent in that way. there was an event; a chance of fate that he would see something that could take him back to his roots and remember why he gathered his friends to fight in the first place. he did what he needed to finish the work he started before resuming a habit of selfless aid. to protect those that cannot protect themselves, that is what he lives for.

☾. he moved slowly as he returned to afrien's cave in rien. his once model posture slouched under the weight of his old bones, and his hair was a shade of white that could be compared to the snow around him. his bright blue eyes had faded over. as he reached out to pat the snout of his old friend, the insignia on the back of his gnarled hand began to glow, and afrien's golden eyes slowly opened.

"my friend," afrien mumbled, although even such a quiet tone for him echoed around the icy walls. "you've grown... old."

freud laughed, and for a moment, his expression was youthful and carefree, as it was before everything happened. "had to happen sometime, afrien."

"yes. it's everything i wanted for you." afrien paused to consider his next words. "was this life everything you wanted, too?"

freud's eyes crinkled as he smiled softly, running his hand gently along the scars of his dragon's snout. he remained silent as he reflected on his long years. his first thought was, no, growing old wasn't as fun or enjoyable as he wanted it to be. but the first thought is always a result of the inherent selfish nature that all humans are born operating on. his second thought was, yes, i was able to ensure our legacy, and give my friends and the warriors of the future a fighting chance at beating the black mage, as well as any other entity that might threaten this world.

"...yes," freud finally replied. "it was lonely without you and the others, my afrien. but i've done so much with my life; i'll never have regrets of not doing— or being enough. i'll always be eternally grateful to you, you know. for giving me such an opportunity."

afrien looked down at his master, and his lips pulled back into as much a smile as a dragon could muster. somehow, he knew that this was the last time they would meet. the curse of the ice began to lull him back to sleep, and he fought to keep his eyes open, desperately trying to memorize every detail of freud.

freud's smile widened and he leaned his wrinkled forehead against afrien's scales. "it's okay. sleep, old friend."

freud sat with the king of onyx dragons for a long time after he had fallen asleep. when he finally got up to leave the cave, he looked over his shoulder, watching afrien's body heave slowly. tears ran down his cheeks as he turned away for the final time.

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☾. like/reblog if you enjoyed the story !

masterlist: x

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[ideemthatsheyetlives]

I know this is the very last thing that C.S. Lewis intended with the book but there is more than one passage in That Hideous Strength where Jane Studdock is written as if she's attracted to women and it's hilarious that Lewis had no idea that people would ever interpret it that way.

"Freud said we liked gardens because they were symbols of the female body. But that must be a man's point of view. Presumably gardens meant something different in women's dreams. Or did they? Did men and women both feel interested in the female body and even, though it sounded ridiculous, in almost the same way? A sentence rose to her memory. 'The beauty of the female is the root of joy to the female as well as to the male, and it is no accident that the goddess of Love is older and stronger than the god.' Where on earth had she read that? And incidentally, what frightful nonsense she had been thinking for the last minute or so!"

In pretty much every other way this book is, like, the most heterosexual book of all time but I'll take what I can get.

"At that moment the door suddenly opened. Jane turned crimson as she shut the book and looked up. The same girl who had first let her in had apparently just opened the door and was still standing in the doorway. Jane now conceived for her that almost passionate admiration which women, more often than is supposed, feel for other women whose beauty is not of their own type. It would be nice, Jane thought, to be like that - so straight, so forthright, so valiant, so fit to be mounted on a horse, and so divinely tall."

All. Of. This.

[dummie2aad]

Lawlu sexy Gift 🔞 (Eng & deu)

Englisch:

Short description:

It's Law's birthday and after a nice day with Luffy, Law unfortunately had to go to work for a short time and didn't get home until 8:00 p.m. During those 3 hours, Luffy got ready for Law.

View Luffy:

I really wanted to please Toraro, but I didn't know how. So I asked Nami and she sent me a video and told me to watch it and then dress up and lay me in the bedroom. How did I get here? Well actually before I met Toraro I had zero sexual experience or knowledge. But after our first time, I really loved sleeping with Toraro. After our 2nd time he had enlightened me a bit more about sex and the body and so on......But still I didn't know that much, at least not enough to do something for toraro. I watched the video, the video was called "How I can really spoil my partner". Pamper Toraro? Shishishi that sounds good. The video started and oh my goodness ssh that looked difficult but the guy in the video seemed to like it so Toraro would like it too. Well then I just need an outfit.

Law's point of view:

When I got home it was pretty quiet, no lights were on except in the bedroom. I took off my shoes and bag and went into the bedroom. The door was ajar, I opened the door and..........silence.........(Law just died, kidding 🙃 Law got such a bad nosebleed that he just died). I saw Luffy lying on the bedroom in MAID OUTFIT!!!!!!!! The outfit was extremely short and sexy. Luffy: "Hello Trafi, I thought you would like a second gift". I scowled as I rushed at Luffy and stripped off everything but my pants. Just as I was about to pounce on Luffy, he pushed me onto the bed and whispered something to me. Luffy: "Just lie there and enjoy it". He wanted.......Okay now I was curious. So I sat back and enjoyed. Luffy slowly crawled down on me until his face was on my waistband. He took off my pants so that I was only wearing my boxers. I was already rock hard. (The moment I saw Luffy in Maid Outfit). Luffy started sucking through my boxers and massaging my balls. Oh god that feels good. Law: "Ahhhh~ Luffy-ya~". Why is he so good at it? Law: "Luffy-ya~ Please put my boxers down~".

View Luffy:

So far Toraro seemed to like it. Good. I took off his boxers and immediately took his entire member in my mouth. Traffy groaned and gripped my hair with his hands. I felt that he was about to come now.? He pushed me all the way down before he came in my mouth. But he was still tough. Well then I could continue. I handcuffed him to the bed. I've been pretty tough too. Law: "Ride me Luffy please~~". Luffy: "As you want traffylein~". I took off my rather womanly underwear, still wearing the maid outfit and showing my bulge, and stretched Law's length. I took his member and slowly inserted it into me until it stopped. L: "Ahhhh~ Traffy~" Law: "Luffy-yaaah~". I started to move slowly, up and down, up and down, over and over again. I kept getting faster. Me and Toraro groaned. I was getting faster and faster and Toraro bumped his hip against me. We became faster and louder. I felt my burrow tighten and came, as did Traffy with 5 final powerful thrusts. I dropped down next to him, exhausted. Luffy: "Did you haaaa, like it~", Law: "It was wonderful, thanks~". I snuggled happily into Traffy's chest (his handcuffs were already off) and wrapped myself in his arms.

Deutsch:

Kurze Beschreibung:

Law hat Geburtstag und nach einem schönen Tag mit Luffy musste Law leider noch kurz zur Arbeit und kam erst um 20:00 Uhr Nachhause. Während dieser 3 Stunden machte Luffy sich bereit für Law.

Sicht Luffy:

Ich wollte Toraro unbedingt eine Freude machen aber ich wusste nicht wie. Also hatte ich Nami gefragt und die hatte mir ein video geschickt und sagte das ich es kucken soll und dann verkleiden und mich ins Schlafzimmer legen. Wie ich hier her gekommen bin? Naja ich hatte eigentlich bevor ich Toraro kennengelernt hatte, Null sexuale Erfahrungen oder Wissen. Aber nach unserem ersten mal liebte ich es wirklich sehr mit Toraro zu schlafen. Er hatte mich nach unserem 2. mal ein bisschen mehr über Sex und den Körper aufgeklärt und so weiter......Aber dennoch wusste ich nicht so viel, zumindest nicht genug um was für toraro zu machen. Ich kuckte das video, das video hies „Wie ich meinen Partner so richtig verwöhnen kann". Toraro verwöhnen? Shishishi das klingt gut. Das video fing an und ach du meine Güte ssh das schwierig aus, aber dem mann im Video schien es zu gefallen, also würde es Toraro auch gefallen. Gut dann muss ich nur noch ein Outfit.

Sicht Law:

Als ich nachhause kam war es ziemlich still, nirgendwo brannte Licht außer im Schlafzimmer. Ich zog Schuhe und Tasche aus und ging ins Schlafzimmer. Die Tür war angelehnt, ich machte die Tür auf und..........stille.........(Law ist einfachmal gestorben, Spaß 🙃 Law hat so heftig Nasenbluten bekommen das er einfach mal tot ist). Ich sah Luffy im MAID OUTFIT auf dem Schlafzimmer liegen!!!!!!!! Das Outfit war extrem kurz und sexy. Luffy: „Hallo Trafi, ich dachtedu hättest gerne noch ein zweites Geschenk". Mein Blick wurde finster als ich auf Luffy zustürmte und alles bis auf meine Hose auszog. Gerade als ich mich auf Luffy stürzen wollte, schubste er mich auf Bett und flüsterte mir etwas zu. Luffy: „Bleib einfach liegen und genieß es". Er wollte.......Okay jetzt war ich gespannt. Also lehnte ich mich zurück und genoss. Luffy krabbelte langsam an mir runter bis er mit seinem Gesicht an meinem Hosenbund war. Er zog mir die Hose aus, so das ich nur noch meine Boxer anhatte. Ich war jetzt schon stein hart. (In dem moment in dem ich Luffy im Maid Outfit sah). Luffy fing an durch meine Boxer durch zu lutschen und meine Hoden zu Massieren. Oh Gott fühlt sich das gut an. Law: „Ahhhh~ Luffy-ya~". Wieso kann er das so gut. Law: „Luffy-ya~ Bitte mach meine Boxer runter~".

Sicht Luffy:

Bis jetzt schien es Toraro zu gefallen. Gut. Ich zog ihm seine Boxer aus und nahm sofort sein ganzes Glied in den Mund. Traffy stöhnte auf und grief mit seinen Händen in meine Haare. Ich spürte das er jetzt schon kur vor dem kommen war.?Er drückte mich ganz runter bevor er in meinem Mund kam. Aber er war immer noch hart. Gut dann konnte ich weiter machen. Ich band ihn mit Handschellen ans Bett. Ich war auch schon ziemlich hart. Law: „Reit mich Luffy, bitte~~". Luffy: „Wie du willst traffylein~". Ich zog meine ziemlich weibliche Unterwäsche aus, das maid outfit hatte ich noch an und man sah meine Beule, und bereitete mich über Law's länge aus. Ich nahm sein Glied und führte es langsam in mich, bis zum Anschlag ein. L: „Ahhhh~ Traffy~" Law: „Luffy-yaaah~". Ich fing an mich langsam zu bewegen, rauf und runter, rauf und runter, immer wieder. Ich wurde immer schneller. Ich und Toraro stöhnten. Ich wurde immer schneller und Toraro stieß mir mit seiner Hüfte entgegen. Immer schneller und lauter wurden wir. Ich spürte das mein Bauch sich zu zog und kam, genauso wie Traffy mit 5 letzten kräftigen Stößen kam. Ich ließ mich erschöpft neben ihn fallen. Luffy: „Hat es dir haaaa, gefallen~", Law: „Es war wunderbar, danke~". Ich schmiegte mich glücklich an Traffys Brust (seine Handschellen war schon ab) und er schließ mich in seine Arme.

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Does my muse trust yours?    “I trust her with my life, with my home, with any of my possessions. I do not trust her to do what is best for herself…I do not think I can trust her to do what is right of her own volition.”

Does my muse dislike yours?

”Dislike? I like Lyriel as much as a father can like his child. I love her with every fiber of my being, I adore her presence, every moment spent with her is a blessing.”

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

“I would, I have, and I will continue to do so. I will stack body upon body. I will rip, and tear, until it is done.”

Would my muse kill your muse?

“I could never bring myself to do such a thing, I cannot imagine a situation in which I could raise a hand to my Lyriel, much less my blade. If by some��horrible twisting of fate I found myself in a situation where she was…asking for it, if she were suffering, I…perhaps.”

Would my muse save yours? 

“At any time, in any place, under any circumstance. I try, every day. To guard her from some demon in the Pit, child’s play, she could do such a thing herself, but…saving her from herself is another matter entirely.”

Does my muse find your muse attractive? 

“Leave my home and never return, Sigmund Freud. Of course my daughter is very beautiful, I am glad she has started to let her hair lengthen…I remember, when she was young, when I would tie her and her sisters hair into braids…I was terrible at it. But perhaps she might allow it again.”

Is my muse disgusted by yours? 

“Never. She has done terrible things, I am not without my sight. Disappointed at times? Perhaps. But never disgusted. She did not ask for any of this.”

would my muse go on a date with your muse?

“SIGMUND YOU DAMNABLE CUR- Obviously not in the spirit of the question asked. I would, and have, certainly taken her on outings. Activities, food, other such things. I believe that humans sometimes refer so such outings with their children as such.”

would my muse kiss yours?  

“Forehead kisses are a staple of my arsenal of paternal affection, I will not be deterred by eye rolls.”

would my muse betray yours?   

“A wide scope of potential actions. I am sure my castigation of Adam brought her a sense of betrayal, though perhaps not, as she knows my feelings about the man. In any other circumstance? No.”

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

“Her artistry. Pedestrian, I am sure it seems, but I mean in all senses. Her skill with a brush, with her guitar, with her blades. These things that she loves enough to put so much care into…aside from that it is difficult to pick something, I simply…love her. I love that we can still sit and smile…after it all.”

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

“Her bloodlust. Strange it may sound, from a man mired in violence from his very first breath, but, as I try to say to her often: Killing, when done righteously, is a chore like any other. Yet this, too, as so many other things, was not her decision.”

For Ori

Does my muse trust yours?   

“Implicitly. Oriana has never been anything but forthright, utterly honest in our interactions. She is one of few I have ever known who conduct themselves in such a way.”

Does my muse dislike yours?

“No. Quite…quite the opposite. She is amongst my dearest of confidants, the equal of my most trusted Legates. I am very fond of her…very…very fond.”

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

“In a heartbeat. Any who would attempt to harm such a…an angel as her would meet a swift, messy, and inglorious end.”

Would my muse kill your muse?

“No. I cannot fathom a reason that I would ever have to do so, any reason where I would be so inclined. She is very dear to me, I do not believe I could pluck a feather from her wings.”

Would my muse save yours? 

“I…I will. God be my witness, sitting upon Thy throne. I will.”

Does my muse find your muse attractive? 

“I think it is an undeniable fact that Oriana is an exemplar of beauty. Any who would deny such a fact have not any manner of aesthetic appreciation. That said, yes. I do. Not simply in the skin-deep, but in her manner of conversation, the tenderness of her touch, the depth of her care, the…the sound of her laughter. Yes.”

Is my muse disgusted by yours? 

“No. I am disgusted with those who took advantage of their positions. Of her. One boulder upon the mountain of reasons that the Councilors must die.”

would my muse go on a date with your muse?  

“I would like that very much. I suppose much of our time together could count as such. When the children were put to bed and we simply conversed for hours. We are terrible dancers, but more than once we fumbled through steps, doing our best not to step on each others feet. I would…like to take her dancing.”

would my muse kiss yours?  

“Yes. I would. Were she willing. I will not lie and tell you that the thought has not crossed my mind more than once.”

would my muse betray yours?   

“No. Not her confidence nor her trust. If she has one stalwart, then by the Throne, let it be me.”

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

“Her care. Not just for me, you understand, but for everything. I do not think I have ever heard from her a vindictive word, witnessed a callous action. I am in awe of it, in truth, and perhaps that is what made me…I digress, I apologize.”

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

“Her loyalty to those who would later betray her. Betray our the children. It was not her fault. Not her doing, of course. I wish I had been more…just- just more. For her. Someone she could put her faith in and not have it be turned upon her.”

[the-coping-dragon]

we are so constituted that we can only intensely enjoy contrasts, much less intensely states in themselves

-Freud. Civilization and Its Discontents: Chapter 2

Why?

We are just built to only intensely enjoy contrasts. And in many ways, we are built to only notice contrasts, to notice changes. In dim light, the vision goes entirely blank unless something moves. Consistent white noise can sound like silence. The familiar smell of home eventually smells of nothing. We notice if something hotter or colder than our skin touches us, or if something touches us firmly, but a soft touch from a skin-temperature object might be unnoticed entirely.

Homeostasis is the goal, after all. If everything is staying the same, and if you are doing okay, then there isn't anything important to notice, is there?

Is there? Of course there is. But it can be hard. It feels very good to crawl under a warm blanket on a cold day, but after a while of laying there and warming up, the blanket begins to feel like nothing. You have to rub your legs on it or jostle it around to even sense it. You might need to shift the comfort around if you want to notice it.

It is easy to take things for granted when they are constant. Constant companionship, constant comforts--these can fade into the background of our mind. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder," because distance is contrast to the comfort of companionship. And reuniting is a contrast to the loneliness. Life itself becomes mundane despite being miraculous and vital. Life and death are such vast contrasts. The death of another will wound you in ways you never recover. And the death of our self--a physical, mental, entire death--it is so contrasted that we struggle to fathom it at all. Even the death of simple things can horrify us. A favorite mug shattered; the final flicker of a favorite candle; the end of a day; the last ink from a treasured pen.

And what joy creation brings. If death is the contrast to life, then life is the contrast to non-existence. The desire for children reigns the hearts of many. Happiness is sought in creating food, textiles, stories, structures, families, friendships, art. Perhaps that is why failure to do these things can crush us. There is a profound contrast in our goals for perfect creation, versus the myriad of unsatisfactory resulting things; a profound contrast in our view of ourselves as maker, writer, lover, creator, god--versus our inevitable recognition of ourselves as failures in some things.

What is the nature of unbridled joy, of fierce motivation, of aching desire and heavenly bliss, of soft and peaceful contentment? Is there any way to find joy when our brains are beautifully capable of imaging perfection, when reality can rarely compete? The magnificence of pondering can be obliterated by the results of trying. Perhaps it is gentler to daydream rather than try. Daydreams never need to end, or reflect. They can continue forever, unlike crafts with definite results. Does daydreaming help us? Surely the ideas we construct eventually can be translated into physical results. But perhaps it takes a wise person to real in the excitement and expectations, and to remember that the laboratory of the mind is far more pristine than the real world, with all its unintended variables.

Is it better to temper joy? Surely it feels worth it, to reduce the ache of defeat. But isn't the bliss of success also tempered? Is there some art of the mind, to shepherd our hearts and feelings, to protect them from storm and guide them to fertile pastures? How could anyone conceive of this art when we are lost under infinitesimal layers of propaganda for others' greed, for capitalism, and for others' power, for government? Commercials can try to inspire lust for material products, but constant bombardment makes us grow numb. Even flashy colors fade from our mind when there is never anything different. At best, a company manages to capture some illusion of decent reputation through the repetition. The dazzling displays can only say, "Look, we've been around for decades. Wouldn't it be nice to let our product fade into the background of your life?" Any advertisements for happiness or bliss fall flat. Happiness never lasts. It certainly doesn't exist in a pair of shoes. At best, the shoes will never bother you. But they won't bring you happiness or friendship every day of your life. They can advertise how fun they are, but it rings hollow eventually. Even bliss rings hollow after it rings long enough. You can analyze advertisements for pathos, logos, ethos--and you can also analyze for a promise of joy or a promise of ease.

Where does motivation lie in all of this? Desire can motivate. But so can rage, annoyance, laziness, boredom, pain, love... Emotions can be vaguely categorized based on if they call for active response or passive response. Passive responses come from things like sadness, depression. Active responses come from things like fear, disgust, anger. You could categorize emotions as pleasant or unpleasant, too. Sadness rarely gives motivation, but there is a pleasant equivalent: contentedness. Both of these feelings pair well with a plate of snacks and a comforting chair and a drowsy demeanor. Fear and lust, hate and passion, those are motivational. They can propel you into action in an instant. It's much harder to adjust to these feelings and learn to sit with them. Constant exposure can acclimate you, to a degree. The physical aspects of fear--adrenaline and whatnot--eventually run out. But they are known for smoldering and rekindling. It does indeed feel like a rekindling--a spark setting it ablaze once more. If you get acclimated, it might just be that you've temporarily distanced yourself from the feelings--and then they return, in stark contrast to whatever peace you had scavenged, to throw you into action again. You can fall in love every time you see someone again.

Human nature comes to a curious conflict, then. On one hand, we like to be correct. We like to be smart. We like to know what is going to happen. The thrill of finding the answer is at an apex when we are proven successful. And when we hit a nail with a hammer, we deeply prefer to hit the nail as intended rather than to miss. Is that exciting? Does it thrill us? Is there joy when one foot goes after the next, with each step in a steady gait? Perhaps, if we've recently been injured and are learning to walk again. But we love to be surprised. We love wrapped gifts. We love to gamble. We love to stumble upon unexpected fortune. Which is sweeter--to find joy exactly where you expected it, or to discover it in a new and exciting place? And how does it feel to fail in a way we predicted, versus failing unexpectedly when we anticipated success?

How do we reconcile these components of our minds? We want to be clever, omniscient, and yet it gets dull when all goes according to plan with no chance of failure. But maybe omniscient and clever and two different things. Cleverness let's us go from ignorant to knowledgable; omniscience is omnipresent knowledge. Perhaps it is the same way humans love to accelerate, but get bored at a steady speed no matter how fast. If we like to feel clever, does that mean we must first feel stupid? That is commonly quite unpleasant. Perhaps the joy of learning only comes so strongly in contrast to the frustration of ignorance.

Contrasts fuel our emotions and our motivations. We are motivated when we want change. We seek change because it feels more intense than calm monotony. We seek intense things because we want more, to contrast with the less we had before. Conspiracy theorists love to go down rabbit holes, and if they meet the end, they will begin digging for that thrill even when it doesn't make sense. And the thrill of gambling, of trying to find success, of thinking you might become so clever you'll win every time--what anticipation! Far more emotional than just saving money. Addiction deepens when our default state lowers itself. It depends when we seek higher highs, and when we find lower lows. New misery motivates us, just as new opportunities for new bliss.

What a circular little existence. We crave safety until we have recovered. Then we crave adventure until we are exhausted. And why not? That's the perfect formula for survival. It's the same formula used by lions, by cattle, by bacteria, by plants. Perhaps our desire for change arises from that ancient circular lifestyle. Perhaps that piece of our psyche is something we share with all living things, social or not, large or microscopic. Perhaps we are so constituted simply because a circle is a perfect way to stay where you are, by constantly shifting direction until you are back home again, where it is safe.

[dnickels]

They are spoken by Mammon, part of his contribution to the fallen angels’ debate about how best to respond to the failure of their rebellion against God. Milton writes of Mammon that ‘even in Heaven his looks and thoughts/Were always downward bent,’ fixated on the golden pavements rather than divine glory. Mammon argues against further conflict with God, suggesting instead that the fallen angels should focus on beautifying their new surroundings with ‘gems and gold’:

Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous, when great things of small, Useful of hurtful, prosperous of advérse, We can create; and in what place soe’er Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain Through labour and endurance.

These are the lines that Freud seems to have annotated. It’s always difficult to know how much weight to place on marginalia of this sort – whether it indicates passing or serious interest – and the question is both more tantalising and more vexed when it comes to Freud. His interest in gold – especially as a symbol of human faeces – is well known, and in ‘Character and Anal Eroticism’ he wrote: ‘We know that the gold which the devil gives his paramours turns into excrement after his departure ... Indeed, even according to ancient Babylonian doctrine gold is “the faeces of Hell” (Mammon = ilu manman).’ Freud might have been struck by the passage in Paradise Lost because it brought him back to a figure involved in a series of substitutions and transformations – words, gold, shit – that were of enduring interest to him.

If we do not flee quite so rapidly into the symbolic realm, however, and attend not only to the significance of the speaker but to the possible resonance of the words themselves, then Mammon’s plea for the fallen angels to beautify Hell sounds remarkably like the aim of psychoanalysis. To ‘work ease out of pain’ is the purpose of many therapeutic approaches, from Socrates to contemporary self-help books. But to create ‘great things of small,/Useful of hurtful’, sounds more specifically psychoanalytic: hurt is not to be recovered from, or left behind; our formative lacerations are not simply to be got over; hurt is itself useful for creation. And the route to these possibilities involves making ‘great things of small’, just as Freud would attend not to abstract questions or to character types but to the smallest, slipperiest, most incidental parts of experience: slips of the tongue, shards and flashes of our dreamscapes.

[rviner]

Tarquin chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Maybe I thought I could turn you." he laughs at his own joke for a second but waves a hand. "Sorry. That was awful." he clarifies but raises an eyebrow back at her as he plays along with the jest, though there's a glint of something deeper in his eyes. "Me and Felix, really? Are you trying to insult me?" he feigns offense but hums a small chuckle about Jakob. "God, yeah. At least it's obvious me and Tav's aren't twins. Those two...like they were grown in the same lab." he quips, with nothing but well humor jabs at their friends. "Then again, Freud had a field day with pretty much everything, didn't he? As my mum says, he was a bit of a twat."

Tarquin takes a sip of his drink, his gaze steady on Emine as she speaks. The word friends shouldn't sound so uncomfortable, nor sit so uncomfortably on his tongue. But it does. He ignores the slight twist in his chest when she echoes the word to him and nods with a smile. Listening to her, Tarquin feels a familiar pang of something akin to regret, but he keeps his expression neutral. "You don’t have to apologize, Em." he reassures her with a soft nod. "We both did what we thought was best, not really a...rule book for that sort of thing." he shrugs, feeling a tension drop away from the more honest discussion, no matter if he hates how everything is now. "If it means anything, you didn't push me away as hard as you think. I just wanted you to be okay." Tarquin adds, though he also doesn't clarify the embedded sentiment to those words. He takes his glass in the next second, moving it closer to Emine's for a small toast. "I guess this can be a new beginnings sort of pizza thing on a Tuesday. The past is the past, hey?" even if he finds his emotions lingering over the things that were, and what they could have been.

Emine snorts, waving a finger. "Well, you did date me despite those allegations, so maybe you don't really believe it." She raises a brow despite knowing he's joking. Even though times have changed, and things are different between them, he's still a good person. A kind person. And you pushed him away. "I'd say maybe Felix is your long-lost brother, but then I see Jakob skulking around and it ruins the theory. Poof goes my doubts." She snaps her fingers for emphasis. "But you're right, Freud probably would have a field day," Emine asserts and is grateful that they never squabbled. Not really. Their relationship hadn't been long, but it had run deep. Tarquin had never made her feel like she couldn't be herself or like she needed to prove anything. Emine swallows. "We are, yeah." Friends. That's what you wanted. She nods in agreement, all too ready when something stronger to drink comes along. "I did, you're good," the witch reassures, taking a hearty sip of her aperol spritz as she tries to sort her thoughts.

"I know. You were really understanding and wonderful about it all," Emine glances up at him. "And I know I pushed you away anyway," she admits. "You weren't bratty. You just did what I asked. Which is what I thought I'd wanted." She doesn't clarify that she isn't sure if it's what she'd actually wanted in the end. Because the past is the past. She knows better than most that you can't go back and change things. Emine frowns a little. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Tarqiun." She apologies for the first time since she'd ended it. "I want to be able to do things like this," she gestures between them. As friends, right? Right. "But I could've let you help more, and I should've been kinder." Emine had retreated, trying to keep herself together and finding it hard to accept help from anyone, even Tarquin. Especially Tarquin. So kind and understanding and present. And she'd shut the door. "I'm sorry I wasn't."

[ess-presso]

hi ess <3

miss taylor: dancing with our hands tied, blank space, & treacherous <3

ty for the fic rec <3 i love texting fics sm i eat em up everytime. here's one for u, operation: toebeans by moonymoment (cute lil wolfstar fic, they fuck around with minnie and shes so tired of them)

chatting <3

id love to see a massive colonel sanders statue irl. it would definitely be significant enough for people to make pilgrimages to it & in fact i think id visit it myself.

fuck san francisco (im sure its lovely) i hate it there (it looks kinda cool tbh). sadly we've already broken best friend code cause she lives in a different city for uni 💔💔 havent seen that bitch since the beginning of january and im losing my mind. but its fine i think i get to see her this month🕺

ah yes the only two requirements to date someone: be hot and funny. (no but fr thats it. the bar is so low)

hozier <3333 (yes canadian money smells like maple syrup!!! just the notes though not the coins. i wish the coins were scented too)

now for the jesus/judas au..... i think peter simply has to be judas. but for jesus i wanna say james because judas revealed jesus' identity = peter revealing james & lily's location (although sirius as jesus would be funny too with his long jesus-like hair & the way he kinda came back to life via escaping azkaban)

american harry styles scares me fr.

fuck seagulls like actually. they always steal my food at the beach while im swimming and i cant swim back in time to stop them. theyre public enemies around these parts.

oh god. an eighteen year old dating a fourteen year old while he has another gf...... so fucking gross. (someone free both those girls rn. actual leonardo dicaprio behaviour)

i got anne carson's sappho fragments book for christmas & i was gonna go ahead and annotate it but now i feel like i should wait until i have someone to annotate it for. or maybe ill just annotate it and then i can give it to my person when they come along <3

ur def right im the opposite of final girl material but i am impulsive and stubborn so i will explore the church if its the last thing i do. (it will be the last thing i do cause im gonna end up getting myself killed)

six cans of monster can cure anything & i truly believe that. even a horrible hangover.

philosopher's stone>>>> sorcerer's stone sounds so bad anyways. im glad canada isnt quite dumb enough to get the sorcerer's stone treatment.

all of my halloween costumes are pretty lame tbh. i was a bee for my first bday (hence my nickname) but ive been a witch, vampire, zombie, ghost, etc. nothing special really

u should definitely tell harvard. theyd be too stunned to deny u entry its foolproof.

i loved blowing things up in chem. truly my only motivation to go to class.

using music apps based on our fav colours thats so real of us.

i may not have gotten wingstop but i did see florida (jumpscare)

joey in season one <3333

infinite bag of money thats a great idea how did i not think of that.

u will be banker one day. im manifesting this for u.

tumblr will forever be the superior social media idc. this website is untouchable.

oh god that guys a mummy's boy...... freud would absolutely lose his mind. a field day.

i understand u. like sometimes ur drunk self has a mind of its own and will do random shit. ive cut my hair drunk and woke up very confused but at least i managed to not botch it!!!

love in the dark is SUCH A JEGULUS SONGGG oh my god. adding to my jegulus playlist right this instant.

omg listening to music while looking at art>>>>>> perfection. makes u feel so peaceful and cool fr. (WENDYS!!! i love wendys so much.)

ur completely right id rather be having a horrible time with liv than be somewhere nice with someone i hate. doesnt matter what we're doing or whats happening it'll just be better if shes there.

i love that taylor likes 13 like yes girl me too. but 13 is actually a lucky number in italy so my family has always liked it!

oh god james and lily im so sorry......im just glad i wasnt born in 1981 or else id be highly suspicious that im the reincarnation of one of them.

american and canadian accents are super similar unless we're talking southern united states or far eastern canada. they literally sound irish over there no joke.

drarry <3 i just love the angst. so many possibilities for them.

jily & jegulus <33 ur right, jegulus for the fics (theres just SO many good ones) but jily for the ships theyre just so sweet.

after that guy i swore to never watch a movie for someone i like ever again. (also mainly because most of the time the movie is SO BAD!!!!) but yes its so cute when ur watching something with someone and they tell u all about it <333

we kinda did have a lot of paint lying around! it was mostly just lil kid art sets with crappy cheap markers and pencils but they were fun. if i was lucky i was allowed to use my parents fancy stuff.

it was genuinely so funny like i wish i couldve seen the sock fall from the audience's perspective i bet it was ridiculous.

literally ezra/aria. it was so gross but at least it wasnt real.

rude old people make me so mad like how have u lived so much of ur life and still carry so much hate in u......get a life old lady!!!!!!

hermione & harry <33

its true dramione fics are better. romione fics are usually just as bland as they are in canon. still cute tho.

tote bags!!!! love em. and omg a pride and prejudice tote thats so cool. i have one with constellations all over it i love it sm. (but also tote bags make my shoulders hurt so bad i swear im gonna get scoliosis one day)

wireless headphones till i die!!!!! how am i supposed to clean my room while watching netflix or something with wired headphones. how am i supposed to cook with wired headphones.

omg a 2! alexa play lover by taylor swift. (im a 5, apparently the investigators. i do love solving a good puzzle so ill take it)

red nail polish 4ever. looks good with anything i swear. my fav is a dark wine red and its just perfect.

wait thats so funny. it sounds straight out of an episode of friends or something. (glad everyones okay!!!!)

THATS SO CUTE!!!!! AHHHHH! top tier gift fr.

also a top tier gift. signed copies of ur fav books + unabridged podg + museums???? a flawless gift.

THE EMMA QUOTE OHHHH MY GOD!! i love that quote so fucking much. those are all so good. quotes that make u feel completely unzipped are the best always.

that poem is so good wtf. "i fear no fate (for you are my fate my sweet)" WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!! IM UNWELL.

i wanna visit the lake district so bad ohhh my god. it looks so nice. the air looks so crisp there.

the locket that is so cute im crying!!!!!! i have a pic of liv and i from when were like 3/4 grinning at each other and ive wanted to put it in a locket forever so u have inspired me thatll be her bday gift.

tigers are so cool thats an excellent choice. king of the jungle fr.

horror movies & romcoms thats so real of u. the duality of man. & horror movie adrenaline rushes are unlike anything i swear.

not picking between jily and jegulus REAL!!! theyre both so perfect.

answering qs!

im not allergic to anything! (that i know of. so far so good.)

i totally believe in fate, at least to the "everything happens for a reason" degree. i think people need to just live their lives and let things happen cause we cant control everything and it would be impossible to even try. if its meant to be then itll be.

i accidentally fucked up a really good friendship a while ago by not being there for someone when they needed it (to be fair we were both going THRU it so i didnt realize) but we both moved on & they had moved to a different school so we drifted apart eventually. shit happens but theyre happier now so thats good.

i wake up bright and early (its 12pm.) i gracefully get out of bed (i sit on my phone for half an hour before dragging myself out of bed) i go brush my teeth and do skincare (i do brush my teeth but i definitely dont feel like doing skincare) i go make a nice nutritious meal (i make a coffee and some toast if its a good day) i do a wakeup workout (i sit in bed and drink my coffee) i get dressed for the day (im not changing out of my pjs) i do my makeup (im not doing my makeup) i head to campus for my class (my class is online. i stay in bed.)

spiderman or thor!!! ive never read any of the comics so this is purely based on their movies but peter parker i love that man. and thor is a dumb idiot i love him.

i think id switch lives with either elon musk or jeff bezos so i can give away all their money to charity or to pay for important things that they can afford like solving world hunger. i think id also love to switch lives with timothee chalamet like what goes on in that boy's head hes so funny sometimes.

(like which pre-existing fic do i wish i was the author of?) i wish i had written just lovers by zar (also intermission by zar) just because that fic is a masterpiece and to be the author of such a work of art would be an honour.

i wish i had written the iliad and the odyssey cause it would be cool as fuck to be as iconic as homer. (also since homer mightve not actually existed id love to be that much of an enigma too. keep em guessing)

ive never been in love! ive liked people but it never gets past that. i guess im just waiting for the right person to come along. but also, in a way i think i fall in love with everyone i meet. some people are just so cool and ill carry that memory of them forever.

i dance and sing a lot when im drunk. i get loud in general but i will karaoke the shit out of whatever is playing. also i get giggly cause everything becomes funny for no reason.

the worst fight liv and i have had is so dumb, she called me telling me that she was having people over at her place for her bday. i said i wasnt sure if i could make it bc i had 4 papers due that same weekend but i would try bc i obviously wanted to be there for her bday. she called me back a bit later sobbing saying she wanted me to be there and that she was mad i might miss it, i started sobbing because i felt bad and because i was overwhelmed, i told her okay, id be there no matter what, she said okay. we hung up and then she called me back 10 mins later completely fine and we both apologized for the dramatics & everything was fine and i managed to write my 4 papers in time so i could go. (uni and exams were kicking both our asses & we both had a breakdown cause neither of us had slept in like 2 days at that point lmfao)

probably either stargazing and seeing sirius & regulus & that comet, or when i last saw liv in january - we got coffee and walked around a lake for like 3 hours and talked shit abt the bitchy people from high school. it was lovely.

jegulily yes! ive never read any jegulily but i wouldnt mind reading some at some point. again, james has two hands!!! plus i think their dynamic is so fun.

i actually dont watch a whole lot of romcoms so i had to look up which movies would be considered romcoms and from that search my favs that ive seen are: enchanted, easy A, mamma mia, & 10 things i hate about you!

i also dont watch a lot of horror movies but i was fucking OBSESSED with IT in 2017 like fully obsessed. my entire personality was from that goddamn movie.

qs for u!

piercings vs tattoos?

whats your fatal flaw?

if u were any emoji which would u be?

whats ur love language?

fav superhero?

fav fic of all time

fav disney/pixar movie?

whats ur preferred method of annotating books? (like do u add random commentary or do u add deep analysis & thoughts?

what do u think ur animagus would be?

fav aesthetic?

do u prefer to stay in to watch a movie or go to the theatres?

fav day of the week and why

whats your literary archetype? (fun lil quiz, i got the ruler)

thats all for now <3

-bee

bee my darling <333

(first apologies for replying late.I seem to have a knack with doing those kind of things. but now I'm on half-term break , exams are over, so I'm mostly a free bird !!!)

miss Taylor -

dancing with our hands tied - JEGULUS - 'I loved u in secret'. that's all. secret love is theirs , they own it . also also , this is so regulus's line - 'I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us'. HIM HIM HIMMMM.

blank space - all the women - I simply couldn't choose between them and since this song is very very female rage to me , I'll say all of them. especially Marlene , because if she's one to sleep around , you just know she was shamed for it.

treacherous - WOLFSTAR - I just really feel the vibe of sirius being like 'I'll follow you home' and remus thinking that the love he feels for sirius is treacherous !!!

chatting ----->

nah imagine being under that statue and you see boxes of free kfc just hanging around . colonel the redeemer would be gods child fr.

everything in the us looks either cool or dangerous. SHE BROKE THE BFF CODE. yta divorce immediately. lu lives like five minutes away from me and it's to and fro from there like everyday. I see him all the time and I haven't even thought about the possibility that one day I might not see him everyday. like that's not happening. peace to u bee , u brave for not tearing the fuck up.

nah fr where are my hot and funny little bitches/bastards. like bro come here and kiss me on the mouth and take me out and we can get married in like an hour.

hosier is bae baeeee. (that's so fucking cool. and I think the coins should so smell like maple syrup. it's fucking unjust that they don't. sue Trudeau.)

Peter = judas and James = Jesus (and I so see ur point with the sirius looking like Jesus parallel. like James (if he was alive) would've so made some jokes about that.

TALKING ABOUT HARRY STYLES - please tell me you saw him at the brit awards yesterday. please. I was in fucking tears when I saw. like broooo he mentioned Zayn??? my boy Zayn ???? my directioner heart is healing for real. (and lewis Capaldi is probably the only person in the world who can among to get the band back together. he has the power.)

I get chased by them whenever I'm at the beach and they've stolen chips from my fish and chips before and it's so fucking annoying like genuinely I wish they'd go fuck themselves.

no genuinely someone should arrest that guy. fucking hate him. piss bag.

ahhhhh annotate it and then buy a new copy for your person and annotate with shit like 'made me think of u' and everything I would cry my fucking eyes out if someone gave me that.

nah bee a nun gonna fly in and drop kick u in the face (now laughing at this image)

it did not cure my hangover ! it made it worse !!! and the worst part was that lu was also hungover so he couldn't work his magic with his hangover potion. and he also emptied his insides out (he threw up) and I was his sick nurse and made him soup and everything. (he was so out of it it was funny as fuck)

canada is smarter than the use for sure (free healthcare and gun control for one.)

bee as a bee oh my god that's so cute (and those costumes aren't lame they're classics)

fr Harvard is so calling.

blowing things up is so so fun. I used ethanol in class recently (there was a big boom) and it was very funnn.

yes pink and green stay winning always >>>

ew not florida ewwwwww.

joey is just bae. I love him so so much. (his funeral fit stays banging.)

I'm just smarter than u bee , let's face it.

update on the banking thing - he said no. he just doesn't like powerful women.

tumblr is so bae , like vanilla extract is so funny to me now

freud would love to dissect that boy fr.

cutting your hair drunk ??? and not botching it ??? you are the chosen one. I bow down to your brilliance.

THE MOST JEGULUS SONG TO EVER JEGULUS. yes yes u must add it. can't believe it wasn't already there in the first place.

it is so perfect. such a vibe honestly. (Wendy's slaps hard. but it wasn't square so I feel betrayed.)

bad times with your best friend so that ten years in the future you can look back and laugh on how stupid and dumb you were.

ahhh no my family has always considered 13 bad luck. but I don't believe it so 13 stays winning <333

can't tell the difference fr (Irish ??? never knew that that's fucking weird (in a good way))

DRARRRRRRYYYYYY the angst is unmatched. unmatched I tell you.

jegulus fics are so so so good I eat them up like soup. and jily is just - perfect. I love them. I love it so so much.

no because those kind of movies are so weird. it annoys me so much. (but watching stuff with someone who's obsessed with the thing you're watching ??? like whatttt. it's so sweet. eg Lu's fucking obsessed with sports and shit and he knows I'm just not - so he always always explains shit to me like when to cheer which team we support and everything.)

I would feel so proud if it was me and I was allowed to use the fancy paints. like so so important and everything I would love it so so much.

I can imagine it now. sock falling in slow motion.

yes thank fuck for that.

get a life of their own frrrr. high time considering their lives are just about to end.

herm and harry are my darlings honestlyyy

yes yes romione is so cute and awesome but I don't personally like fics about them fr.

OH MY GOD A CONSTELLATION TOTE ???? honestly you're so fucking awesome it's fucking coooolllll.

WIRELESS HEADPHONES 5ever fr fr. could never deal with the wires when I'm doing stuff.

LOVVVVERRRRR. ( a 5 ??? that's awesome !!!)

mine's that kind of red or a classic bright red. love them classics and everything I love it <33

it really really really was. (we're all good but we have matching scars now ! hey - tattoos right there ???)

no I loved it so so much I love it so fucking much it's cool as fuck. prize present <33

I'm literally the best friend ever he should bow down to me and my excellence. (no but I just got him all his favourite things and bro got super emotional and everything. )

YES I FEEL SO UNZIPPED WHEN I READ THAT SHIT I FUCKING LOVE IT SOOTHES ME. those kind of confession quotes will always be so dear to me.

YES YES U GET IT. favourite poem ever <33

the air is super crisp and everything feels mega real up there. like I am hyper-aware of the fact that I exist.

yes yes a locket like that is so so cute. she will keep it close to her heart trust <333

YES TIGERS. GO TIGERS.

horror movies & romcoms have my whole heart. rom-coms come first , but horror movies are a close second. (and horror-coms are lovely too !!!)

jily and jegulus are amazing. top-tier always.

reviewing your q's -

god bless u and ur immune system. the chosen 1 fr.

fate fate fate. I believe in destiny and fate and I love it because I really truly believe that I could bump into someone and fall in love. like it could so so happen. It will happen. manifesting the fuck out of it.

friendship break ups make me so so sad. like damn you don't want me anymore???? sad as fuck. (glad you both are doing good now !!!!)

WHAT A FUCING MOOD. same though. I think it's something in the air when I'm getting ready for school. like I get ten times more slugger in the morning I'm getting up for school like I really curse the fuck out of everyone and their mothers.i do it so often.

Peter Parker always <33333. I love them so so so much.(tom and toby and ANDREWWWWW)

(yes yes that's what I meant !!!) I so so need to fucking read it I swear I'll do it. I'm going to do it as soon as I have time honest.

homer is iconic you're so right. keep them guessing always and forever for reals.

I fall in love every time I look in the mirror. no but if we're being honest - me neither. I feel like it's coming though. I love love and I want to be in love too. (meeting the best people and carrying the memory of them forever >>>)

NO HONESTLY. man wearing hat ???? funny as fuckkkk.

not being able to go places because you have exams is so so so fucking annoying. like exams can go to hell (she cried for u ??? that's so sad and honest and sweet honestly best friend GOALS.)

talking shit about bitchy people with your best friend >>>> especially because it's always the darnedest things too and the best friends we have would never expect it and it's always so funny to shock them.

I honestly don't really mind jegulily. I think it's fun , and I might read a couple fics here and there but they'll never be my OTP. I love them , but jegulus and jily stay winning alwayssss.

'I hate the way I don't hate u. not even a little bit , not even at all.' my heartttt. and also Cameron is amazing and needs to be appreciated more.

q's -

now I love piercings (want at least 3 in each ear) but tattoos because to me they can hold much more meaning than a piercing. like it would be amazing and they just .... do stuff piercings can't. piercings still slap though.

loyalty to the people I love. like I've said this before , but I'd absolutely go feral if anything untoward happened to the people I love. i would genuinely fuck the aggressor up. like I genuinely feel like I saw a ten foot tall hunky muscle guy slap lu once , and I was there , I'd get so mad I'm pretty sure my sheer anger would scare him the fuck away. but I'd do it even if they were wrong. like if he says the sky is purple in front of people he doesn't like , then the sky is mf purple until we get home then I ask him what the fuck is going on.

the raising a single eyebrow one. I'm always making that facial expression. (I used to hang out with some pretty sus people and the things they used to say ..... shiver.) and of course the love heart ( where is my pink love heart , apple ?????? where is it ????) simply because I am a hopeless romantic.

acts of service !!! I will always do something like that for someone I love. like you need the groceries ??? not a single word more I'm going rn. also also love love giving gifts. like I really think them out .

SPIDERMANNNN. I love all 3 of them so so much I love the fuck out of them they're my favourites always always.

oh my god I couldn't possibly. but I could. (for each ship I have 1 or 2)

drarry - mental , temptation on the warfront.

jegulus - absentmindedly making me want you

dramione - wait & hope , isolation

wolfstar - of memories and milk thievery , lessen my load

nottpott (harry x theo nott) - rendevouz receipts , lethal combination

btw lethal combination is by the same author as the one who wrote the atlas six !!!! I love it so so much !!1 (nottpott is a guilty pleasure ship)

7. my favourite Disney movie is tangled always always <33333 unmatched. Pixar - UP (I fucking love it. it made me cry so so hard, I love it so so much)

8.i do both. like I have clear post-its , and sometimes I jot my notes down there , other times I have annotated the fuck out of them on the pages. in my copy of Gatsby , I have the word 'gay' written next to a lot of the times nick talks about Gatsby (maybe I'm biased but he was so in love with Gatsby.)

9.i'd love to be a black cat. mostly because I hate how they're said to be bad luck. like they're so sweet and cute and I just love them always. they're amazing. (plus being lazy and thinking they're better than everyone ??? so me honestly.)

10. dark academia !!! I so so so wanna live like that like it's the dream I love it so much. everything about it. the outfits , the scene , the vibes , the feel , the feeling that if I fall in love with someone , it'd kill me to be without them. I just LOVE it.

11. cinemas !!!! I love cinemas so much the vibes , the popcorn , the snacks I've snuck in , the way people clap when famous actors come onto screen >>>>

12. friday !!! end of the week , game night , no alarm to wake upto the next day . Friday has it all always. very dear and near to me <333

13.the lover !!!! no one was surprised by this honestly. it's very literally me. I am very much an idealist always looking for love wherever I can find it !!!

q's for uuuu -

which 1d member is your fave ?

top 5 Taylor songs ?

top Shakespeare quote ?

fave Shakespeare play ?

fave modern family character ?

style vs ootw?

cruel summer vs dress ?

fave tay tay lyric ?

controversial opinion you have ?

famous person you hate (not an obvious one like Kanye or John Mayer we all hate them they don't count) ?

sickest burn you've ever given ?

sickest burn you've ever got ?

moment when you wanted to slap liv's face the fuck off ?

moment you've been horrendously jealous ?

(beee beee beee I love u tonnes. sorry I've been so bad with replying. I'm so going back to normal after this I pinky promise. come back soon <3333333 I missed u!!!)