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Danny in the Bathroom
DPxDC
I wanted to try and get back into writing (havent in like a good 5 years), so this might be horrible. But inspired by the song "Michael in the Bathroom" from Be More Chill.
The music and chatter from the party outside pulsed through the door like a heartbeat, distant and muffled. Danny Fenton leaned against the bathroom sink, his hands gripping the cold porcelain edge. His reflection in the mirror stared back, pale and tired, framed by messy black hair and the faint glow of his ghostly aura that refused to fade completely. He couldn’t blame it; even his human half wanted to disappear. He turned the faucet on, letting the water run for no reason other than to give himself a task. It masked the noise outside, made him feel just a little more alone—but not in a bad way. Not in the way the rest of the party had.
He had come here with Jason. Jason Todd, the guy who somehow managed to make him feel grounded in a way no one else ever had. They weren't even officially together, but they'd found some weird balance of trust and shared darkness that felt enough. Or, at least, it used to. Danny had thought this would be one of those rare nights when things felt normal. A party, some laughs, maybe a moment where it was just the two of them sitting outside, away from the noise, watching the stars like they always did. Instead, Jason had vanished into the crowd of people who seemed to orbit around him effortlessly.
"I should’ve stayed home," Danny muttered, running a wet hand through his hair. "Could’ve binge-watched something dumb. Or, you know, not gotten up at all." The faucet dripped. A drunk voice outside slurred through a Whitney Houston song, loud and off-key, and it almost made him laugh. Almost. Instead, it made his chest ache. He used to joke about stuff like that with Tucker and Sam. Now it was just him, Danny—in the bathroom, his phone clutched in one hand as he tried to summon the courage to text Jason.
"Hey, you okay?” he typed, then deleted. “You ditched me. Cool, I’ll just head out.” That went, too. He leaned back against the sink, closing his eyes, letting himself feel the weight of the night press down. The memories of Jason’s grin earlier, the way his voice had sounded when he said, "This'll be fun, trust me," felt like salt in the wound now. Danny had trusted him. He wanted to believe Jason hadn’t forgotten about him, but the silence in his messages was louder than the music outside.
The door suddenly creaked open a crack, and Danny tensed. "Occupied," he called out, his voice sharper than he intended. But instead of retreating, Jason’s head peeked through the gap. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed—not from alcohol, Danny knew, but from whatever chaos he'd just left behind.
"Hey," Jason said, a little breathless. His blue eyes darted over Danny, taking in the slouched posture, the furrowed brows. "I've been looking for you." Danny crossed his arms. "Yeah? You looked really hard." Jason winced, stepping fully inside and shutting the door behind him. "I got... caught up. I didn't mean to leave you hanging." Danny looked away, focusing on the faucet again. "Sure. It’s fine. I’m fine."
Jason stepped closer, the tension in the small room rising. "You're not," he said softly. "And that’s on me. I’m sorry." Danny sighed, finally meeting his gaze. Jason looked earnest, and Danny hated how much he wanted to forgive him just for that.
“I’m not mad," Danny admitted. "I just... don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not you. I don’t know how to be in a room full of people and not feel like I’m invisible—or worse, like I’m not supposed to be there." Jason frowned, then moved to sit on the closed toilet lid. "You think I don’t feel that way? Half the time I’m in a crowd, I feel like a ghost.”
The irony wasn’t lost on either of them, and for the first time that night, Danny let himself smile—just barely. “I’m serious,” Jason continued. “I don’t know how to do this stuff either. But you? You being here? That’s the only thing that made me want to show up in the first place.” Danny blinked, caught off guard. He let the words hang between them for a moment before he pushed off the sink, sitting down on the tiled floor across from Jason. “So,” Danny said, “you’re saying we’re both disasters?” Jason grinned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Exactly. But at least we’re disasters together.” And suddenly, the noise of the party outside didn’t seem so loud anymore.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#jason todd#danny fenton x jason todd#please go easy on me#fic snippet
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“GHOST!”
You’ve yelled.. and yelled.. and yelled. It’s been hours, judging by the setting sun that was once set high in the sky, shining down tauntingly over the many bodies you’ve dropped and the blood pooled everywhere.
You don’t know what happened. Everything was going fine; perfect, even. A regular clear out. You and Lieutenant Riley were dropping zombies left and right, as if it were any normal Tuesday brunch session.
The number one rule on duo missions? You should always be able to see your partner. At all times.
But somehow.. Ghost is just.. gone. Vanished, into thin air. It’s normal for him to disappear, but not like this. He knows the rule, and he’s not idiotic enough to break it, so you know something’s wrong.
And, of course, your mind jumps to the only plausible conclusion. Somehow, someway, one of the zombies got him. It doesn’t make sense, because let’s be real here, it’s Ghost. The man could very well vanish into thin air if he wanted to.
But at the same time, the unnerving silence in the air is leading you astray. Not even your radio is making the normal staticky noise, considering it died out about an hour ago.
“Riley.. please.”
Your voice has been withered down to a hoarse whisper, your throat raw from the sheer power behind your screams and wails.
You’ve finally found your way to the evac helicopter, met by Soap and Price who are quickly trying to usher you on and out of there before another wave breaks loose.
For some reason, maybe your survival instinct, your brain was telling you to turn around. So, before you even started walking towards the chopper, you turned. And there he was.
Standing out in the distance of the green fog was the familiar bulky figure you’ve come to know as your lieutenant.
You feel that instant wave of relief, now knowing he’s okay. You’re already preparing the words for the absolute scolding he’s getting later.
“LT! Let’s go, this place s’givin’ me tha creeps!”
Soap yells out, beckoning for the man to come on with a wave of his hand. But, he stays still.
Then, the dread starts to fill in. Why is he staring like that? Why is he standing like that?
He takes one step. Then another. Then another. Each one is shakier than the last, his form hunched over as he practically trips over his feet.
Normally, in any other circumstance, you’d think he’s injured.
But you know that walk.
And when he starts to full on sprint towards you, not Price, not Soap, YOU, his arm outstretched and his completely white, glossy eyes locked on yours,
you know, thats not your lieutenant anymore.
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hello! i tried to post this earlier and it didnt work so if u see this twice then no you dont
i actually hate this but i saw a tiktok and was like hmm.. what if..
#mortem posts ✮⋆˙#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#call of duty#simon riley#cod#ghost cod#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#cod zombies#cod ghosts#ghost zombie#zombie ghost
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[Azel] The Mean Unicorn's Greedy Desire (Bday Story) - Part 3
Part 2
To appease the hungry god, I skewered a piece of apple on a fork and offered it to him.
Azel: My heartfelt gratitude to the merciful you.
Emma: ...You could have said that from the beginning.
(Wait, eh...?!)
For some reason, Azel grabbed my hand and gobbled down the apple.
Emma: Please hold the fork yourself!
Azel: Huh? You're the one who offered it to me.
Emma: I didn't say "aahhh"!
Azel: Well, don't do anything confusing.
Emma: ...Eh?
Azel: ...?
Emma: Did you really misunderstand that?
(I thought it was some kind of mean trick...)
Azel swallowed the apple he was chewing and furrowed his brows dramatically.
Azel: I didn't misunderstand. You looked like you wanted to feed me, so I reluctantly played along. For a fee.
Emma: A fee!?
Azel: I need more apples. Offer more. Then I'll waive the feeding fee.
(His fast talking is suspicious, but oh well.)
Emma: Please hold the fork properly this time.
Azel: ----......
I thought I heard a small voice like the whisper of the wind, but I couldn't make it out.
I peeled another apple and this time handed it to Azel on a plate.
He must have been very hungry, because the plate was empty in no time.
(He's a demanding person, but the way he eats so deliciously might be one of Azel's good points.)
Now that the god had stopped demanding food, I started preparing the cake in earnest.
Whether he wanted to keep an eye on me or was simply curious, Azel followed my every move with his gaze.
Azel: ...........
Emma: ..........
(Hmm... This is awkward.)
Emma: ...What kind of ritual is it that you have after this?
Unable to bear the silence, I asked, and Azel shrugged his shoulders lazily.
Azel: It's nothing much. It's a simple job where I just have to receive congratulatory words in the throne room.
Emma: ...You have work to do on your birthday?
Azel: That's right. Isn't it pitiful?
Azel: By the way, the pitiful story continues. There's a party to worship me after the ritual.
Azel: People try to praise me with good intentions and entertain me with fine wine and food, but it's troublesome—no, it's too much for me.
Azel: I'd love to refuse, but it's my birthday, so unless there's a very good reason, people won't let me off the hook.
Azel: Oh, I wish there was a kind-hearted soul somewhere.
Azel: If there was a woman with the most beautiful heart in the small country, she would surely extend a merciful hand to this poor god––
Emma: ...If I get you out of there, will it repay all of today's unreasonable debts?
Azel: Yes, thank you very much.
(I can kind of understand why Azel hates parties.)
The way people surrounded the god in the city could be called a "celebration," but it's quite different from what I know.
(It's like they're forcing their good intentions on him...)
Azel: But you agreed more readily than I expected?
Emma: ...Because it's strange, isn't it?
Emma: Why does the birthday person have to do things they don't want to do on their birthday?
Azel: ...........
(...Perhaps that was a slip of the tongue.)
(Depending on how it was taken, it could have been like denying another country's culture.)
Emma: I apologize––
Azel: You... do you enjoy it when your own birthday comes around?
Azel rested his cheek on his hand and looked at me with interest.
He didn't seem to mind what I had said earlier.
Emma: ...Yes, I enjoy it. My friends celebrate with me every year.
Azel: So that's how it is.
Emma: Yes, that's how it is.
(What's normal for me is different from what's normal for Azel.)
(It's not that one is better or worse than the other, but... this year, I want to give Azel the kind of celebration I have in mind.)
(Not a celebration as a formality, but one that comes from the heart.)
(I want to celebrate Prince Azel, who tries to be a god for the sake of the people, even on his birthday...)
The finished birthday cake was a rose-shaped tart piled high with fruit.
Azel, who had never eaten a birthday cake in his life, was overjoyed, and he ate every last crumb, looking very pleased as he headed to the throne room.
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Emma: ––So, why the oasis?
After rescuing Azel, who had finished the ritual as promised, I was taken to this relaxing spot near the city for some reason.
(I thought we would say "goodbye" once we were done...)
Azel: Someone made me eat so much cake that I'm stuffed.
Azel: I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't move.
Emma: You didn't have to eat it all...
Azel: No, I felt pressured to eat it.
Emma: Don't say that as if you were me.
Emma: But, it's true that I might have gotten a little carried away.
(Fruit tart... I made two of them...)
I ate some too, but it was too much for the two of us to finish.
(Even so, Prince Azel ate it all.)
(...Maybe that was his way of showing sincerity, in his own wicked god way.)
Emma: Thank you.
Azel: For finishing it?
Emma: Yes. As the one who made it, it was worth the effort to see you eat it all.
Azel: ...........
Emma: Why are you looking at me with such pity?
Azel: Have you already forgotten that I forced you to do this?
Emma: ...I think I'll forget about it.
Azel: You're too nice. Good people just get taken advantage of.
Emma: I'll be careful not to let that happen.
Perhaps having nothing more to say, Azel closed his mouth and started kicking the sand.
I walked half a step behind him, looking up at the moon floating in the night sky.
(The moon of Tanzanite is always so bright and beautiful...)
As I was admiring it, I bumped into Azel with my nose, who had suddenly stopped.
Azel: This is far enough.
Emma: What...?
As I held my aching nose with my hand, Azel suddenly turned around and brushed my bangs aside––
(!?)
His lips pressed against my exposed forehead, and my mind went blank like an empty desert.
(Wh-...)
(...What... just... happened...?)
It seems that when people are too surprised, they can't even speak properly, and something unreliable, whether it was a sigh or a voice, spilled from my lips.
As I opened and closed my mouth, Azel gave me a god-like, benevolent smile.
Azel: The god of Tanzanite is a being who protects and guides all people equally.
Azel: Protecting the country in this wasteland is the very meaning of my existence...
Azel: It's normally unthinkable for me to favor an individual, especially a girl from a foreign land.
Azel: But, yes, just for today...
Azel: It wouldn't be bad to lavish blessings as a special service only to those who have offered their congratulations.
(...Does that mean... what just happened was a divine blessing?)
If this situation, where my cheeks are flushed, my heart is racing, and all my thoughts are stirred, is a divine blessing...
My heart leaps at this unknown sensation.
(Azel's blessing seems incredibly effective.)
Azel: Well, it doesn't come cheap.
Emma: There's a fee!?
Azel: Of course.
(I want a refund on that touching moment!)
Emma: That's a scam...
Azel: A complaint? You've got guts. It's amusing to criticize a god's blessing.
Emma: .......
(No... that's not it. It's not a scam.)
(I see, that's what it is.)
(I'm glad it's a bright night today.)
Once I realized it, I couldn't help but smile.
Azel: ...What is it?
Emma: Nothing, it's nothing.
(If I take his words literally, he's just his usual wicked scammer, but...)
The bright moon bathed Azel in a soft light.
I didn't notice it at first, but the change became more apparent as time passed––
Azel: Stop that face.
Perhaps I was grinning too much, because Azel pinched my cheek with a stern expression.
Emma: Ow, that hurts...!
Azel: The god will never protect you again. Goodbye.
The fingers pinching my cheek loosened, but I panicked and grabbed his sleeve, afraid he might actually go somewhere.
Emma: Please don't say goodbye! I was happy!
Emma: It means that my cake was worthy of a blessing, that it was that much of a celebration for you.
(I think it's probably rare for Azel to give a blessing to an individual.)
As proof, the god's ears were red, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment.
Even though he pretends to be a scammer with his words, he doesn't seem to be skilled enough to hide his expressions.
(When Azel is acting as a god, he hides everything behind a smile...)
(When he's being himself, he might be a surprisingly easy person to read.)
Emma: That blessing just now, was it a thank you for the birthday cake?
He put strength into his fingers again, and my cheek stretched.
Azel: ...That's kind of annoying.
Emma: Ow, that hurts!?
Azel: You're seriously misunderstanding. It's not like I want to thank you.
Azel: I just thought I'd add to your debt since I had the chance.
(He usually looks me in the eye when he talks, but...)
Azel, who was blatantly averting his gaze, blushed even more.
Emma: ...I-I understand.
Emma: I'll... I'll pretend that's what it is.
Azel: You don't understand at all.
(Ow, ow...! )
When I put strength into his fingers as a sign of surrender, he finally loosened his grip.
But Azel's expression was still sullen.
Azel: You disrespectful person.
Emma: ...S-Sorry?
Azel: Don't make it a question.
Azel sighed dramatically and made a bitter face.
He must be aware that he's not fooling anyone.
Azel: It's not a thank you, but... it wasn't bad.
Azel: You're the only one who would dare celebrate a god's birthday as a human.
Azel: ...You're the only one, unique to me.
(Unique...)
(That's the highest compliment there is.)
Azel, who finally let go of my cheek, quickly turned his back on me.
Emma: I was also happy to make an important discovery today.
Azel: Doesn't sound worth hearing. Goodbye.
Emma: Prince Azel is actually shy--
Emma: Ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Azel: Say that again. I'll sue you for insult and throw in a divine punishment as a bonus.
Azel, who started pinching my cheek again with a demonic look on his face, was completely different from the figure he presented in front of the people.
(If he's this happy, I hope I can celebrate with him again.)
Whether my pounding heart was due to the blessing or the after effect of seeing his unexpected side...
The cold desert night wind felt more comfortable than usual.
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Part 4 (Let Me Tell You a Secret About God) - His POV
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Why do twitter people act like you have to either be a tim fan or a stephcass fan? I love stephcass and i love cass’s annoying little brother don’t see how that contradicts
#also i dont like when people try to act like steph and tim arent important to eachother#they are both super important to eachothers characters and growth#and they care about eachother!!#steph and tim are important to eachother its okay to not want them back together hell i want stephcass endgame#idkkk some tim hate just seems so forced to me#hating him is fine!! just hate him for normal reasons!!!#spork says stuff
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thinking about when guts sent a bunch of his men directly into zodd's meat grinder without even knowing demons like him existed. and that moment after the fight where casca runs to griffith unconscious on the floor and tells guts it's all his fault. and the time gambino tells him he's bad luck and should have died instead. and about how he tells griffith he cares about his men, and how casca doesn't seem to see it. and the time guts is thinking about casca telling him it's all his fault (after he got griffith hurt) and then griffith comes to him and says (like it's nothing) do i need to give a reason every time i come to save you? or whatever. like he's worth it. like he's worth dying for, and like it can be a choice people make because they value you. like he's a good luck charm, like griffith needs him to reach his goals, his full potential. like griffith is not enough to make it without him. like griffith finds out when guts leaves. fuckin.g gnawing someone else's legs off because i still need mine to run into traffic
#so guess who's rewatching berserk 1997 lol#berserk#i hate griffith i hate him i hate him he's bad i hate him (<- deeply tragically attached to him. im so not normal about him it's fucked)#aghhh can't wait until break so i can read more. i've ended up just consuming the golden age arc over and over for various reasons#and it's so good it fucking rules i just need to keep reading past that too bc that's Also good#and i have! i just have more to read oh hey it's midnight my paper's due haha#(it's fine it doesn't matter genuinely i will be fine)#anyway my older sibling's been buying those bigass tomes they sell and he got a bunch more a while back so like. more to read more to read#also side note but they smell so fucking good it's actually unfair#but anyway i keep on being like nooo i gotta go start over so i can get the momentum and then i get brainstuck/distracted and don't actuall#get very far past the lost children subarc (which i've read i think 1.5 times now)#ANYWYA. berserk good. no i don't ever make content for it but every like 4 months or so it infects me quietly
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it’s so insane how some of the ot6 fans are reacting to the news of seunghan coming back because i think for a while, they really thought they won. they thought he was gonna be another idol who was gonna get kicked out for doing normal human shit that for some reason, bothers them to the core. things he did PRE DEBUT were bothersome to this people.
but then, he came back. if it wasn’t for the members constantly supporting him behind the scenes and the fans who were constantly reminding sm that they cared about him and wanted him back then maybe this wouldn’t happen and it’s truly sad to think how these crazy fans who have no life almost controlled the narrative yet again.
i am glad seunghan was not another victim of this. it must have taken a lot of courage and self determination to continue despite being slandered by the media and the ot6 fans and also other kpop stans. all of this to say, that i hope another situation like this doesn’t happen again. it’s too normal in this industry to punish idols for being human but i hope this starts a shift in the right direction
#i was just thinking abt this#i’ve seen so many of these ot6 korean stans talking shit#and harassing him but sending death wreaths to sm#(apparently they are gonna be fined for it lmfaooo)#but yeah i was just thinking about how people#punish idols for small things#and then think they are victorious when they kick them out#these companies just let that shit happen and it’s all bc#these fans are too parasocial and have no life#and for some reason their opinion matters more than#the opinion of the majority of the fanbase#it’s annoying#i hate how this is normal and it truly makes no sense#i was one of those fans that was waiting for him to comeback#and even tho i was losing faith i always hoped that one day#we were gonna get a confirmation of anything#even i was fine with the idea of him leaving bc the past months#must have been harsh on him#and i don’t think anyone would want to comeback in these conditions#but i am glad he had support from the members#and was determined to keep going#all of this to say WE CANT LET WEIRDOS WIN !!!#and i hope after this situation shit starts to change#this is proof that if you keep pushing it brings results#tris.txt
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something i don't see people talking about is the way hyperfixations come in like stages and cycles like it's not just "i'm obsessed with this thing" it's like. euphoria from finding something new and it brings you so much joy and then as that initial dopamine rush wears off you start to get more and more down and feel isolated as you start to realise that no one else cares about it as much as you do and you feel silly for being so into it and the thoughts become repetitive and boring so you get more and more depressed and lonely and then you inevitably lose the hyperfix which leaves you drifting feeling miserable and hopeless until you start the cycle again. idk if i explained this well or if other people will understand but it brings genuine phases of euphoria and straight up depression and this is why i get annoyed when neurotypicals use words like hyperfixation to describe like, an interest. bc it's not. just an interest it becomes who you are and when you lose it it's like losing yourself and you spend so much energy thinking about it that it interrupts your daily life and it's so fucking draining 👍
#like if i see one more nt being like hyperfixation this hyperfixation that SHUT UP!! YOU HAVE AN INTEREST#talk to me when you stay up until 6am every night bc you can't fucking sleep bc ur thinking about it.#talk to me when you can't process emotions in a normal healthy way because you can only relate it back to your hyperfix#paired w madd especially it's IMPOSSIBLE to be normal about shit i swear 2 god because the second i'm upset or lonely it's straight back to#immersing myself in another world and being someone else and not facing my emotions instead letting 'someone else' deal with them#not just negative emotions yk it's anything it's fully immersive to the point i end up not knowing exactly who i am myself bc i'm rarely#myself in my head yk#and it's so isolating#and this is why i get mad when people use these terms lightly bc they don't fucking get it#oh you're hyperfixated? oh you're delusional? you're delulu? watch this#< guy who has delusions that all of his friends secretly hate him bc he's too insane abt xyz media and who feels alone bc no one else is as#into it even though it wouldn't be reasonable to expect them to be#like i'm constantly questioning whether all my friends are secretly against me & finding me annoying anytime i talk about it but it's fine#it's so fucking isolating#i'm not losing my hyperfix yet thank god but i am in the stage of like realisation where the initial euphoria has worn off and i'm like#fuck no one else gets it. no one else is thinking about it like i am. and it's so lonely#< like not to sound like 'i'm 14 and no one gets me' or i'm not like other girls or whatever 😭#it's not me being dramatic i genuinely. know that no one else is spending every waking moment thinking about the things i am the way i do#and it's so incredibly depressing i can't even explain it in a way that will make sense#because i want to talk about it so fucking bad and i can't. even to my friends and gf who always listen i end up feeling annoying#and then i get genuinely delusional not like tiktok girl voice delulu like i genuinely start questioning my entire reality#just if i talk about something a little too much#bc i'm convinced i'm fucking annoying and no one gets it and they're thinking bad things about me#but i know they wouldn't. but it feels like they are#idk#anyways !
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if kab wanted a clown replacement hannah is perfectly capable of (and would possibly be even happy with) fulfilling that role idk why she seems to be going after zam who she didnt even have positive rapport with before the yap yesterday
#mine.txt#kab#and pedestaling him is crazy#hes always been open about the fact that his oath is based on his own principles and that hes fine with ppl fighting each other#even the ones who fight for no reason as long as it isnt at spawn#like theres a reason he didnt give a shit about the blindfold alliance's crimes and even allied with them#before they turned into griefers#and why he was a non-interfering party in both revenge killings and out of spawn killings#even when he clarified his reasons to kab he specified that hed defend innocent players who were killed for no reason#kab is neither an innocent player nor was she killed for no reason#like bruh she killed derap right after; zams not gonna enact revenge for her cause shes clearly capable of doing so#like shes not helpless and deraps not like mane in the slightest; kab is Not helpless in this situation#like girl his priorities have always been different from the rest of the server#thats not about to change just cause you think it should#idk if this is a new member vs old member belief clash or what#cause like i feel like its obvious zam wouldnt interfere with a kind of spat thats perfectly normal on the server#esp since it didnt happen in spawn#like if they were teammates sure but they arent teammates#idk why she thought they were teammates before but regardless zam cleared up the fact that they werent teammates#cause like maybe shes like pbaj last season where she just hasnt internalized the fact that for lifesteal to be functional#there has to be conflict and killings and that sometimes that conflict comes from long standing grudges#like i hate to say it but if youre teamed with someone at the time of the grudge happening youre gonna be lumped in with that grudge#also by her own logic isnt hannah killing derap unfair too since he was an indirect reason why their team was killed#and that hannah shouldve gone after mane instead?#(who has been tormenting not just her but the whole mice team for a certain span of time before the others went inactive btw)#maybe zam should say that by innocent players he means helpless ones maybe thatll get her off his back
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yalls tags on the caleb astrid post are all SO spot on thank you for understanding the uh. canon that was given to us. not saying that anyone doesnt. but i am.
#the Poast is about. bren vs caleb and Exactly what i think all that was about between essek and astrid#the essek-astrid relation is not remotely like caleb-astrid and certainly not essek-caleb#essek knows caleb loves her. like. probably still a little romantically past the INTENSE worry that caleb probably constantly has for her#(in several different ways. he isn't afraid of her. he doesn't worry about her harming him or his but he also knows exactly what she is#capable of and he is a realist first and foremost). caleb's love for her doesn't bother essek at all. also doesn't mean he can't be a#bitch to her anyways for several other reasons such as. he doesn't care about her like caleb does he was essentially sent on a welfare#check that included both making sure astrid is okay AND making sure she isn't in on da'leth's plan. it can be both. bren sends his#regards: caleb sent me (you are not in danger) he is worried (about you and what you are capable of) and then the Poast is that +#significance of bren getting dropped. because i disagree. with some things that people are saying about it. there's a lot going on there#essek knows exactly what astrid is same as caleb but they're fundamentally handling it from different perspectives and#not only is that. like. fine and normal and reasonable but also#you CANT expect astrid to react to essek showing up like she would have if caleb had shown up instead#like. thee situation HAS to be handled differently and astrid is more fluent in threats and insinuation than she is in honesty. by far.#also essek just doesn't need to be kind or nonthreatening to her cause. he's not caleb. he doesn't have that rapport with her and also#He's Not Caleb. hate to be like. he is not as good or forgiving or graceful (not the physical sense the. interactional. you get me#but he isn't. he's not. he's not built for that and he doesn't need to be to be in character or to handle it the way he did like.#he did all that for a reason he wasn't rude for no reason. is the thing. he had reason.
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sparkle making my dan heng hit almost 300k in moc of all places that's NUTS
#MY RICE DUMPLING IS EVEN STRONGER NOW RAHHHHHHHHHH#when i get him to e2 one day i will truly be unstoppable#i would e6 but vertical investment doesn't seem worth it to me at least as of rn#(i say as i wasted all my wishes on getting his lc last phase LMAOOO#i didn't even get it for meta reasons i just liked the idea of opening up the character screen and seeing him in chains#and also to spoil him ofc my hsr fave deserves nothing but the best❗️)#anyway i hate speed tuning so goddamn much#i tried getting sparkle to 160 spd but then she wouldn't have high crit dmg and effect res for broken keel#so i gave up and just gave her 154 spd#it's fine tho bc she can still push him up as normal as seen in the showcase#i thought i wouldn't like this team bc i tried it earlier when i had a slower tingyun build and she couldn't keep up the buffs#but i made her faster than sparkle by 2 spd and it's SOOOO much better#debating if i should pull for huohuo so that i can get some extra energy regen in this team#but i like pairing fu xuan and dhil together bc they're my faves LOL so probably not#anyway........ now i save for jingliu and robin 🙏🏻#pls don't rerun them so close to each other im so broke now 😭😭😭#showcase.mp4#lou.txt#not genshin
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Xenoblade 1 is the best game like ever fucking made and it has two of the most dogshit sequels ever fucking made
#meows#remembering just how insulted I felt in 2017 when I preordered the sequel and really really tried to like it#I hadn’t experienced Game I Don’t Like before 2 and it took me like 40 hours to realize I hated it#and that shit at the end is such an INSULT. such an insult#you’re telling me that [redacted] was actually only half of himself the whole time and that 1 and 2 are taking place at the same time???#and that oh actually [expunged] is one of three computers when the first game made no mention of any of that#y’all really went back to say your complete first game actually is only HaLf of the story? that someone like [expunged] is only a third of#the force that ended our planet#y’all went back and hollowed out your existing characters to make room for worse versions of the same characters#AND you play as a dork nerd child who ends the game with three gfs bc this is story#and the gfs do nothing but sacrifice themselves for you like three times and look pretty#but they don’t look pretty to like. normal well adjusted people#they look pretty to the I like questionable art of 17 year olds crowd#and the GALL. the GALL. of changing [expunged]s design in the switch port to try to stitch his afterthought purpose into the old game#while also making him just whiter and whiter until by 3 he’s like fucking light grey#and having him have a canon genderbend that’s just anime waif#who is also fucking white#and giving Klaus’ counterpart a name that has nothing to do with Gnosticism#even though so much other stuff in the first game comes from Gnosticism.#who the FUCK is Galea!!!! her name is fucking Sophia#killing biting maiming#and the gacha system? with bad odds for no reason in a game you’ve already paid for#it’s so fucking messy#it lacks a unified art direction#it’s soulless and even a game like 3 where only HALF of it is 2 flavored can’t beat the original because of the portion of 2 in it#and like what. is it like the two universes reunited after [redacted] died🙃#why did any of this need to exist! why did any of this have to be retconned#x is fine I don’t hate x and I don’t count it as a sequel to Xenoblade 1 bc there’s no#half assed tie back to 1 in x#2 and 3 would have been better as like. tales of games
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oh, I see. it's one of those nights.
#going insane going insane going insane#too many men in my head and they're all the same guy but not but#uhgghh I need to stop looking at him but I can't and he's so beautiful and I'm so unbelievably stupid#no thoughts in my head just him#and him and him#the three of them#stupid idiot guys with their same stupid pretty face and uggh I hate them#and by hate I mean want oh my god I want them so bad I'm losing my mind#other people are beautiful too! why can't I be normal about this?? why does this need to happen#just. be like. oh hey he's hot I'd fuck him. and move on. like a normal person#nooo it's got to be literal months of me getting increasingly stupid until there's nothing left of my brain because it's all been replaced#by tiny versions of him#it's literally FINE.#people are attracted to people literally all the fukcing time why can't I be normal about this oh my god this is so humiliating#BUT I can't keep it in my mind or my head will explode and for some reason that would be bad. apparently.#AND why can't I just think he's hot??? WHY does it have to become my entire personality?? what do I like? oh him of course. no like what are#my hobbies? oh looking at him and painting him and thinking about him. NO besides that - umm there IS nothing besides that actually?? I've#never had an interest in my life and I don't even know what you mean 🙄 I sit here and think about a man (now it's three of them but#whatever)#what else would there be 🙄🙄🙄🙄 ridiculous.#ugh why can't I just be really fully completely ace? this is so unnecessary I don't want it it's horrible 😫#except it's not its the best it's fucking incredible because I think about his face and it's like I'm seeing everything and it all makes#sense finally and why would anything else ever matter again#oh my GOD dude if I could hear myself right now. I'd be so embarrassed. but I can't because there's just a billion tiny eliots and alexes#and jacobs in my head and that's all there is#man maybe I should start doing drugs or start drinking again#okay whatever *goes back to watching the librarians and giggling like a maniac every time I see him*#ugh he's wearing a cute jacket and I need to hug him so bad oh my god it's killing meee. soft soft soft. must touch. ugggh
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men will call your cell phone at 8:30pm instead of texting you apparently
#came back to my phone to a missed call and THEN a text from this guy in one of my classes#why would you CALL me i don’t know you like that….#beth.txt#ok i’m being mean to him he’s literally normal it’s just weird#this is the same guy i was almost partners with this semester and i complained about him on here like every day for weeks like a lunatic#i was crazy back then lol…. definitely didn’t need to like. make up moral reasons to not want to be partners with him and make him out to be#like. a bad person or something the way i did :/ girl it was enough to just be like hm i prefer to work with weird girls thanks!#like i was ridiculous for all the hate i gave him sorry man you’re literally so normal and fine…..
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you actually should be more upset abt how ive been treated online on my behalf, like actually
#i dont think you get to dismiss it as nbd and keep calling yourself a nice person#apparently this is fine#apparently its fine and cool these days to accuse trans men of shit thats wildly ooc for them. believe it immediately bc you hate that#person. socially isolate and ostracize him to the point he has no social safety net besides his family which he really shouldnt have#to rely on to begin with for good reasons. and just let him sit there and suffer and rot bc thats a normal way to treat trans men#anyways this cis man we really really like. ignore that 99% of the time we're saying men are trash and arguing with you about#ever showing sympathy for men or defending men. no thats whatever right now. now we're gonna praise this rw cis man#even though we all think cis men are evil. for a second we dont.#we're gonna praise and uplift this cis man- that we think is the oppressor need i remind you- and call for him getting out of prison.#but this trans guy? whos progressive? nah. he can sit and rot in his isolated cell its fine and normal for me to think like this.#just say you think trans men are the real oppressors atp bc thats virtually where yall are in your ratfucked mind#vent
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Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.
Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?
Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.
Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.
“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”
Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-
“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.
You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.
Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”
“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.
Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“
“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.
You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.
Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.
“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.
You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”
“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.
You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.
Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.
All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.
You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.
Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”
You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”
“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”
And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.
One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.
He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead?
Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.
He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.
Now that was a sight to see.
“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.
When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.
Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.
Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering.
You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?”
The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock.
Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.
“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”
He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??
Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.
You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”
All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.
His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.
It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”
You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs.
Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.
Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.
Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—
“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him.
Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.
Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.
You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.
A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”
“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”
You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”
Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”
Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.
His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”
Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”
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Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.
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everyone always wants to talk about jenny nicholsons video essays and i’m like does ANYONE want to talk about the art of the mattress aka the sleep song. bc it plays in my head every time i see anything about her.
#sleep sleep sleep time to go to sleep now… it is night and i need to sleep while it is dark….#also of course it’ll be okay from the wedding episode <3#anyway she blocks me on twitter also. not as scandalous as it seems i just made a vague tweet abt friendship is witchcraft#and presumably got auto blocked#i wasn’t even calling her out either i think i was just like. reflecting on how the song from it was trending on tiktok#it’s an understandable reason to block people just. not wanting to engage with that part of her history i get that#this was also before her briny video so she hadn’t spoken on it in a long time#brony*#i genuinely like that video a LOT i think she is able to offer a really unique perspective on a lot of brony fandom culture#not just as a big name creator but as a long time fan of older mlp gens#and ofc what she had to say about the use of the g slur in fiw was like. i mean i believe her.#that she and the cocreator had no idea it was a slur and dropped that aspect when they realized it was.#like i didn’t know for a long time either. it’s not my place to be like ‘and that means it’s fine and not a problem’#and i don’t think it IS fine. but certainly everything she said about her intentions seems like. true and honest.#anyway brony stuff aside i hate her for the way she’s spoken about john boyega. no apologies for THAT huh!!!!#there are some things out there that ppl attribute to her that are fully fake/edited but#ppl will also say ‘oh she didn’t say anything bad about him that was fake’ no she very much did#but i’ve followed her on youtube since she was still actively making fiw like she had a bit with a pony oc that she did for a while#i remember the first star wars video when i was like oh she Is A Reylo#which on its own is like. ew but i’m still interested in her stuff#but you know. she crossed a line i think#and i do still find her stuff INTERESTING#and i am genuinely still fond of fiw though a lot of that is nostalgia#but like she has a lot of interesting stuff to say about mlp and obviously as a theme park fan she’s inescapable#and it pisses me off that she’s friends with other creators i DO like but also they know her as a person and i don’t#sorry this was gonna be a short post i just can’t talk about her a normal amount#i have to explain every thought i have about her#anyway i haven’t watched the star wars hotel vid but i probably will eventually#in like an incognito tab#r.txt
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