#honestly it makes me really fucking uncomfortable

[patricia-taxxon]

Idk if anyone's told you this yet but on the off chance no one did:

He shouldn't have done that. You deserve to be safe. That's a creep move and I hope you're safe now. Take care.

the reaction i've gotten is way stronger than i expected, im honestly wondering if i told the story wrong. like id been groomed into posting nudes on my main a little bit ago and i guess it was the main thing he knew about me, i want to say i was the one who initiated but it's hard to argue against the fact that he complemented my dick on stream before i ever thought i could get with him. made a joke with his partner abt meeting up and fucking me too. we exchanged nudes & i think we might have had plans to meet up, i don't remember.

i remember sometime after i broke it off, i made a couple really embarrassing tweets about how i was sick of seeing him on my timeline because i didn't want to remember sexting with him, and i think at some point he mentioned me on stream and said i was making him uncomfortable and acting like he was an ex-boyfriend and a bunch of his fans roasted me and made me feel stupid and clingy for catching feelings for him.

goes without saying that i'm safe now, this was 6 years ago. he was 24 and i was 18, i don't think it's illegal but i'm 24 now, i have some close teenage friends, and i can't really imagine opening with "nice dick" when an 18yo fan enters my twich chat. again, i don't have proof, lost my last discord account in a scam (i'm really stupid) and the twitch stream was a random one that probably wasnt archived. there isn't enough to make a thing of it, i don't think.

[tmasc-confessions]

The hostility towards trans mascs and trans men that insists there is no struggles that tend to be bigger concerns affecting us rather than trans women worries me so much just because of the state of abortion and pre natal Healthcare rights.

Yes there are still trans fems and trans women that affects- namely intersex trans fems, among others. I hate having to hedge with that knowing people jump on that point other wise. It sucks because it's never coming from a genuine place of caring about our trans sisters rights to carry or not carry children but rather to shut up the conversation. I also hate it being jumped on as a 'terf talking point'.

I think it's very important to talk about their fears and support needed of people in our community that can become pregnant, especially when abortion rights are at risk.

To state it bluntly: I've become pregnant from rape. I've had to access reproductive care as a trans man. It was honestly more traumatic than the rape itself. I've had friends whose partners intentionally fuck with their birth control to get them pregnant and detransition them. This is not an issue that is rare. This is an issue that gets erased and ignored because it makes people uncomfortable to think about.

I hate that I can't talk about it without getting yelled at about how having a uterus and ability to conceive is a privilege- as if that isn't one of the major things feminism talks about, the objectification into 'baby maker' that people who can get pregnant go through. I think this sort of comeback is rooter in dysphoria, and that really does suck! I hope medical science progresses to where trans women can choose to carry their own children. I just think that it ignores the very time sensitive and dangerous issue of unwanted (or even wanted ones honestly) pregnant. There's a difference in impact between not being able to become pregnant and being forced to be pregnant unwillingly.

I dont like any 'who has it worst' arguing, but i do think that talking about the differences in the ways being trans affects the way we move through the world can be meaningful. So it feels so disingenuous to pretend that this issue either affects no trans people whatsoever or affects trans men and trans women exactly equally.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Skating

@wolfstarmicrofic December 27, word count 729

The second part of yesterday's Prompt - Champagne. Might see where this one goes.

First part

The bar Sirius took him to was extravagant. Remus was not overdressed in his white shirt and dress pants. Waitresses in sparkly dresses wandered about with trays of what Remus guessed was scotch that cost more than he’d made that night per glass. He felt instantly uncomfortable and didn’t know how to tell Sirius he would rather go somewhere else. Instead, he allowed Sirius to lead him to a badly lit booth on the far side of the bar. 

No sooner had they sat down than one of the servers appeared with a large, toothy smile, spreading her bright red lips apart. 

“Mr Black, how are you this evening? Can I get you your usual, and what would your date like?” She blinked her shimmery eyelids at Sirius and waited for his order. 

Sirius’s jaw tensed for a second before a slightly forced smile appeared on his face. 

“Good thanks, Crystal. Yes, usual for me and Remus, what would you like?” They both turned their attention to Remus.

“Oh, erm, just a water, thanks.” He tried not to stammer, but it was hard. He felt embarrassed by them watching him so intently. 

“Are you sure?” Sirius asked him, insecurity flashing across his face. “I’m buying; you can get whatever you want.” Remus swallowed. People always found it strange when they found out he didn’t drink, but if that was a deal-breaker for them, then Remus didn’t want to associate with them anyway. 

“Waters, fine, thank you. I don’t drink,” He added, wanting Sirius to understand it wasn’t because he wanted to make a hasty retreat or something. Sirius's face broke into a genuinely heartbreaking smile. 

“Scratch my order, Crystal. Two waters please,” Crystal’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything as she turned to get their drinks. 

“You can drink, I don’t mind, honestly,” Remus said quickly. Sirius reached over the table and took Remus’s hands in his. 

“I’m good. Just enjoying watching you squirm as if I care what you drink,” Mischief danced in his eyes and Remus felt a familiar pressure in his boxers. He swallowed dryly. Where the fuck was Crystal with their waters?

As if by magic she appeared, depositing the tall glasses on the table.

“Can I get you anything else?” Remus grabbed the glass and took a long slurp of water while Sirius was distracted by Crystal. 

“No, thank you, Crystal.” He said kindly. 

“Well you need anything, just flag me down,” She smiled warmly and wandered away to another booth in her section. 

“Wow, that’s a lot of ice,” Sirius said, scrutinising his glass. Turning it this way and that so, the cubes of ice clinked against the glass. “I haven’t seen this much ice since the last time I went skating,” He laughed at his own words, and Remus joined in politely. He had no idea what Sirius was on about. He took another sip of his own drink, trying to rid his throat of its dryness.  

“So, Remus, tell me about yourself,” Sirius waited for Remus to answer, giving him time that most people didn’t. Sometimes, he needed a second to collect his thoughts and decide what he would and wouldn’t tell a complete stranger.

“There’s not much to tell. I live in a shit flat above a shit kebab shop. I work a shit job that pays me just enough to keep my shit flat and feed me shit kebabs from downstairs. Oh, and I’m studying English Lit at the university,” Sirius didn’t comment on his tirade about his less-than-great life at the moment. He smiled his crooked smile at Remus, leaned in and said in a sultry tone.

“I could really go for a shit kebab right now,” He bit his bottom lip and Remus had to surreptitiously reposition himself under the table. 

“We could go get one, my treat,” He offered, his voice only a little hoarse. Sirius took out his wallet and dropped a twenty on the table. Twenty quid for two glasses of water, that was insane. Sirius must have seen the look on Remus’s face. “I tip well,” He shrugged. 

Impulsively, Remus offered him his arm, like Sirius had done earlier, and the sweet smile he got in return made his insides squirm. He led Sirius out of the bar and turned towards home, praying it his flat wasn’t too much of a mess. 

Next part

[happily-wretched]

Midnight Snack <33

wtf, I literally just wrote a story with the same characters (Mark & Vincent). I kinda just use them as “bases” in case idk what character to use, or what character to make. So they can be in many different scenarios, they really have no exact story. I guess u could call them my little mascots :))

Anyway, this one is a more laidback version than the last one (oh jeez the last one) and has a more… realistic vibe to it. I’m honestly more into these, where you can practically relate to the whole scenario, and almost pinpoint a memory of this occurring to you. Umm, there is still NSFW content on this, but not as bad…….! I promise

Btw, this is kinda late, but here is some basic description on the characters themselves:

Mark:

• Nationality: British/Englishman and American + mild British accent

• Hair: Brown and loose

•Eyes: Green

•Age: 27

•Basic personality traits: Bit awkward, adventurous, polite, friendly, intelligent, and respectful, brave when he needs to be

Vincent:

•Nationality: British/Englishman + stronger accent

•Hair: Black and fluffy yet neat

•Eyes: Blue

•Age: 28

•Basic personality traits: Considerate (bit too much), very polite, extremely loving (only for Mark), easily amused, severely intelligent, can simply be intimidating if he desires

(Maybe I’ll draw them for better explanation)

Anyhoo, back to the story

Caution, this includes: Hunger (is satiated), lack of eating, exhaustion from starvation, arousal from hunger, masterbating to hunger, sex while hungry, fingering, prolonged starvation, mild teasing

It was another long, grueling day at the office. Mark had been stuck at his desk well past 5pm, as was becoming a regular occurrence lately. His stomach had been growling incessantly for hours, but there was just so much work to do. Finally, at nearly 10pm, he was able to pack up and head home, utterly exhausted and famished. 

The drive home was torture, his empty belly churning and rumbling the entire way. By the time he pulled into his driveway, it felt like his stomach was eating itself. Mark dragged himself out of the car and trudged up to his front door. As soon as he stepped inside, the growls from his midsection amplified, as if relieved to finally be home after such a long, arduous day.

rrrmmmmmhggglll

"Alright, alright, I'm home," Mark grumbled at his riotous stomach. "Let's see what meager rations we can scrounge up at this hour."

He flipped on the light and peeked into the fridge and cabinets. A few sad leftovers and some stale crackers was the best he could find. Mark sighed, knowing it would have to do. His stomach gurgled its protests but he ignored it, too burnt out to care. 

After a quick, unsatisfying snack, Mark decided he was too tired to do anything but collapse into bed. As he stripped out of his clothes, his stomach let out an especially loud, high-pitched whine. Mark patted his belly. "I know, buddy. We'll get some real food in the morning. Just try to quiet down and let me sleep."

He climbed into bed and closed his eyes, feeling the rumbling vibrations of his famished gut. It was a weirdly pleasant sensation, like having a little angry beast trapped inside him. Brushing it off, he grabbed his phone and put on white noise, to help him sleep. Eventually, Mark drifted off to sleep, his stomach still grumbling softly.

A few hours later, a loud sound from his phone startled Mark awake. He groggily reached for it, realizing it was a video that had ended and launched into something else, something much more obnoxious. As he sat up and rubbed his eyes, his stomach let out a massive, groaning growl. 

RRRRMMGGGGGGOORRRrrrrllRrr—rrrrmmmrr..

"Fuck..." he muttered, feeling the ache in his hollow belly. He rubbed his taut abs, which clenched and released, rippling slightly. Another loud rumble emanated from his stomach, followed by an uncomfortable high-pitched squeal. It felt like his stomach was twisted into agonized knots.

RRRRRUUMMMGGLLLllllrrrr…fiiiittTTTTZZZZZZzzzz

"Yeah, yeah... You're so damn loud, I get it," Mark grumbled to his noisy gut as he climbed out of bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, feeling lightheaded, his stomach audibly growling with each step. 

Rrrmm…ggrrrmmm…rr..

After relieving himself, Mark caught his reflection in the mirror - haggard, skinny, eyes bloodshot. His stomach let out another deep, groaning whine as he poked at it curiously, marveling at how sunken in he seemed. Mark sighed heavily. There was no satiating food in the house, and it was far too late to go out. He'd have to tough it out until morning.

As he turned away from the mirror, Mark paused. His stomach had been giving him all these strange, conflicting sensations - the grumbling vibrations, the nauseous knots, the aching emptiness. It was an intense, almost erotic feeling. Mark felt a stirring in his groin.

"I shouldn't..." he murmured, but his hand drifted down to his crotch regardless. He rubbed himself slowly as he listened to his stomach's deep rumbles, feeling them reverberate through his body. It was wrong, it was weird, but God it felt good.

Just as Mark's breathing quickened, he suddenly heard a voice from the doorway.

"Rough night?"

Mark nearly jumped out of his skin, snatching his hand away guiltily. He whirled around to see his boyfriend Vincent lounging in the doorframe, looking at him with concern.

"Hey babe, sorry... I was just so hungry… my stomach.. it woke me up," Mark mumbled, flushing. "I didn't mean to disturb you..."

Vincent pushed off the doorframe and came over, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist. "Mmm, you did more than disturb me. C'mere..."

He captured Mark's lips in a deep, loving kiss. Mark groaned into it, draping his arms over Vincent's shoulders as he pulled him flush against his body. Vincent's hands roamed down to Mark's ass, grabbing and kneading. Vincent was always like this when Mark was gone for even a little too long. He’d touch and love like he’ll never see him again. Mark's cock hardened rapidly against his stomach, which let out another long, rumbling growl.

RRRRRMMMGGGRROOORRRrrrr….

Vincent pulled back slightly, a grin playing on his lips as he felt the vibrations against his body. "Someone's hungry," he teased, rubbing Mark's concave belly.

Mark flushed more deeply, embarrassed by how loud and desperate his stomach sounded. "I haven't had anything since lunch," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well then, let's get you back to bed, shall we? I'll make it up to you, I promise," Vincent purred, nuzzling into Mark's neck.

Mark shivered at the promise in his voice. He let Vincent guide him back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers with him. Vincent wrapped himself around Mark's back, spooning him tightly against his body. 

As Mark lay there, he could feel every rumble and gurgle of his stomach vibrate through his entire torso. Vincent's fingers played over the taut, concave surface, gently massaging.

"Poor baby, so empty," Vincent cooed, dotting soft kisses along Mark's bare shoulder. He could feel how his touch made Mark shiver, his cock twitching against his thigh. "Tell me how hungry you are."

Mark swallowed, his mouth dry. "I...I'm starving," he admitted quietly. "It feels like I'm being eaten alive from the inside out."

"Mmm, I can hear that," Vincent murmured, running his nose along the shell of Mark's ear. "Your belly is so loud and demanding. It's almost like it wants attention."

Mark's face burned with embarrassment but he couldn't deny the truth of Vincent's words. His stomach growled again and he whimpered.

GRRMMGGULLLllrr…

"I know, I know," Vincent soothed, rubbing his stomach in lazy circles. "We'll get you all stuffed and full in the morning. But for now..."

He rolled Mark over to face him, hitching one of Mark's thighs over his hip. Mark gasped as he felt Vincent's erection rubbing against his own, still half-hard. Vincent captured his lips again, kissing him deeply. His hands drifted down Mark's sides, mapping his ribs, his concave belly, his hipbones.

Mark moaned into the kiss, his stomach rumbling and gurgling between them. Vincent swallowed the sound, plundering Mark's mouth with his tongue. Mark could feel his cock hardening again, straining against his stomach.

Vincent broke the kiss, panting. "God, you're so sexy like this," he rasped, drinking in the sight of Mark's wanton, needy face. "All debauched and desperate..."

"I'm not desperate," Mark protested weakly, even as his stomach gave a loud, painful sounding groan.

WWWRRRUMMBBLLLLGGRRrrr…

"Oh yes you are," Vincent purred, trailing his fingers down Mark's chest and along the ridges of his stomach. He could feel it clenching and fluttering under his touch, the muscle tone drastically defined from Mark's emptiness. 

Mark shuddered, his cock throbbing achingly now. Vincent wrapped a hand around it, giving a few slow pumps. Mark's head fell back with a strangled moan.

"Please," he gasped out, grinding into Vincent's touch. "I need..."

"I know," Vincent breathed, his own voice rough with want. He turned Mark onto his back and settled between his splayed thighs. Mark's stomach let out a shrill, high-pitched gurgle, the sound waves making his entire torso vibrate.

Vincent leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the center of Mark's concave belly. Mark whimpered, his body arching off the bed. Vincent licked a slow stripe up his belly, over his ribs, and up his sternum. Mark's skin prickled with goosebumps, his nipples pebbling under Vincent's wandering mouth.

Vincent made his way up Mark's neck to his lips, kissing him languidly as they began to rut together. Mark's stomach gurgled and whined with each roll of their hips, the sensations only heightening his desperate arousal.

After long moments of slow, deep kissing and grinding, Vincent reached over to the nightstand and fumbled for the lube. He slicked his fingers and circled Mark's tight entrance, teasing, before slowly breaching him.

Mark keened, his back bowing as Vincent worked him open. His stomach fluttered and growled, almost as if it was feeding off his pleasure. Vincent paused, looking down at Mark with concern.

"You okay, baby?" he checked.

Mark nodded, too breathless to speak. His stomach let out a low, gurgling moan as if it was trying to communicate something. Vincent smirked and started to move, sliding carefully into Mark's tight heat.

Mark nearly screamed, his head tossing on the pillow. Vincent set a tempo that had them rocking together, Mark's empty stomach gurgling with each deep thrust. It was a little painful, his body not used to going this long without food, but the pleasure overrode it.

Vincent kissed him messily as he snapped his hips, occasionally trailing fingers over Mark's concave belly. He could feel it twist and contract around his touch, could hear the sounds of hunger emanating from deep within it. It was intoxicating.

"I can feel your stomach," Vincent panted against Mark's lips. "It's so loud. Like it's hungry for more..."

Mark whined, his hands scrabbling over Vincent's back. His stomach let out a massive, groaning growl of assent, his body shuddering with the force of it. Vincent groaned in response, thrusting harder.

GRRRRRROOORRRGLLLLLRRRRRMMMRRRrrrrr…

They rocked together, lost in the slick slide of their bodies and the sounds of Mark's desperate stomach. The world narrowed down to this dance of pleasure and pain, hunger and satisfaction. 

Mark's belly let out a high-pitched squeal along with a bellowing roar, choppy and frantic sounding. He could feel his orgasm building, coiling tight in his gut alongside the gnawing emptiness. His hands flew to his stomach, rubbing frantically as his thighs began to tremble.

"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna-" Mark gasped out, his words cut off by a strangled cry as he came. His stomach let out a massive, gurgling groan, the vibrations almost violent as his cock pulsed over his fingers.

GGRRUUUUGGLLLEEGGLLL…

Vincent followed him over the edge with a low moan, spilling himself deep inside Mark's fluttering heat. He collapsed against Mark's chest, both of them gasping for air. Mark's stomach let out a few last tired gurgles before falling silent.

gurgglll.. wmmm… Rrrr…

They lay there for long moments, sweat cooling on their skin, hearts gradually steadying. Finally, Vincent heaved himself up and took Mark's face in his hands.

"God, that was hot," he said, eyes roaming over Mark's face. "You okay? I didn't hurt you?"

Mark shook his head tiredly. "Nngh. I'm better than okay. That was..."

He trailed off, searching for words. Vincent leaned down and kissed him softly, tenderly.

"Shhh, I know. Sleep now, love. I'll take care of you in the morning," he murmured, carefully disentangling their bodies and rolling to the side. He pulled Mark's back against his chest, draping an arm over his waist.

Mark immediately started to doze, his stomach already quieter now that he'd been satisfied in other ways. He felt safe, cherished, as Vincent's arms encircled him.

As he drifted off, Mark's last thought was that as much as his body craved food, his heart craved this. Craved Vincent's comforting presence, his tender care. Everything else could wait. For now, he was content.

~~~~

The next morning, Mark cracked his eyes open groggily, disoriented. Then his stomach let out a massive, agonized growl and it all came rushing back - the events of the night before, the pleasure and the pain. He rolled over to find Vincent's side of the bed empty.

RRRRRRRMMMMGGULLLLLL

He stumbled out of bed, feeling dizzy and unsteady on his feet. In the kitchen, he found Vincent already up and cooking. The scent of bacon and eggs made Mark's stomach clench and whimper.

"Morning sleepyhead," Vincent greeted him cheerfully, turning to pull him into a hug. "Ready for some food, I bet?"

Mark could only groan in response, clutching at his stomach as it gurgled and whined. Vincent chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I thought you might be. Sit, I've got you."

Mark collapsed into a chair, kneading his concave belly as he watched Vincent work. His stomach growled and rumbled audibly the entire time, as if impatient for the meal. Vincent shot him amused glances over his shoulder.

"Almost ready, baby. Just hold on a bit longer," he cooed.

Finally, Vincent set a heaping plate of food in front of Mark. The sight and smell made Mark's stomach lurch, a massive gurgle emanating from it. Vincent laughed and sat down across from him.

"Go on, dig in. I know you must be famished after last night," he said meaningfully, eyes twinkling.

Mark blushed but wasted no time scooping up a forkful of eggs. The first bite exploded across his tongue and he let out a low moan, his stomach letting out an answering groan of anticipation.

Ggrrrrmmmgulll

He ate ravenously, shoveling food in his mouth until his cheeks bulged. His stomach gurgled and rumbled constantly, the sounds mixing with the wet smacking of his eating. Vincent watched him with an indulgent smile, occasionally reaching over to press a tender kiss to his cheek.

Mark finished off the last bite and set his fork down with a satisfied sigh. His stomach let out a full, contented little burble and he rubbed it happily.

Bbburrrrrrggull

"Thanks babe," he said, leaning over to kiss Vincent cheekily. "You're a lifesaver."

"I know," Vincent said smugly, pulling Mark close. "Now, what else can I do for you? Anything else I can fill up?"

Mark shivered at the suggestive promise in his voice, feeling stirrings of renewed want. His stomach gurgled, as if in interest.

gurrgglll

"Oh I can think of a few things," Mark purred, already knowing they'd end up back in bed for round two.

But first, he wanted to savor this moment - him and Vincent, sated and happy, safe and together. Everything else could wait. For now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

UGHHHH, I suck at writing sounds. I know it’s ass, it’s my first time :(

[ruthlesslistener]

Ngl something that really pisses me off about the way that Tumblr deals with mental health is the fact that there's this seeming disconnect between trying to be inclusive of mental/personality disorders without acknowledging the grotesque, uncomfortable nature of some of them (OCD intrusive thoughts, for example, esp. if they're POCD) and the fact that others are, in fact, the root cause for a lot of actual abuse

Like, I've been hearing a lot from my mom about how my dad is a narcissist and an abuser bc of it (she's only just now realizing how awful he is after starting therapy, and her therapist is who told her what I've been trying for years), but I'm uncomfortable talking about that because as soon as I rant on it on my own damn blog, people will jump at my throat to snarl at me about how narissistic abuse isn't real or w/ever. Hell, even hearing my mom TALK about her experiences in that light makes me feel nervous/uncomfortable bc I knew if she said that shit on here she'd get piled with hate asks for her not using the 'correct' language, even though she basically flat-out admitted that the only reason me or my siblings existed was through coercion/marital rape when she was drinking. That shit's been haunting me ever since she said it bc I genuinely did not know that it was that bad (though I should have, bc he used to be very phsyically abusive to us before my brother was born), but I knew if I said anything about my discomfort for it til now that people would get mad at me for calling my dad a narcissist, even though that is the root of his behavior and this is my own damn blog for posting these sorts of thoughts/musings. Like, cool! Here's my mom gushing to me about how grateful she is that I'm the reason she figured out she needed help, and I'm sitting here feeling some kind of fucked-up queasy fear-guilt bc she's using wording that would get her cancelled on tumblr even as it contextualizes 30+ years of abuse in a manner that is accurate, easily digestible, and assisting her in getting aid. That's not helpful. But the obsession with 'proper inclusive language' over 'respectful conduct' takes priority over actual help

I don't think all people with NPD are automatically abusers, because I know myself just how easy it is to be an abusive, manipulative asshole. It's really only bc I grew up detesting my father so much that I'm not a piece of shit, honestly. People should be judged based on how they treat the people around them, not how they actually feel or think about it. But at the same time, saying narcissistic abuse doesn't exist is just plain falsehood. No personality disorder is automatically abusive, but many of them are the source of very particular abuses, and claiming otherwise is not helpful to the people trying to be better than their brain, nor to the people who got harmed by those who never bothered to try

[baphometsss]

if i see one more post about how solas/mythal/elgar'nan had a weird love triangle thing going on i'm gonna scream

[hxhhasmysoul]

JJK is over? if so, final throughts?

It is over. There was no announcement of continuation as far as I know.

I think my overall rating for it is B.

It has some A and A+ arcs, some B arcs and the last arc is very uneven, mostly D or C with some A moments. The ending is kinda the same.

That doesn't change the fact that i love it deeply and am very attached to a lot of its characters and that is not likely to change anytime soon, it's my second fandom ever and I've never moved on from my first.

I think Gege Akutami is actually a good writer and has potential to be even better if they won't get bitter after JJK and kinda do a proper analysis of what they managed to do well and what not so well.

It's really clear Gege didn't manage to wrangle the plot in the end, didn't manage to explore all their ideas be it for health reasons or because the ideas crystalised too late and well there's no easy editing previous chapters in a weekly published manga...

I don't know how many one shots they've published before the JJK main series, but JJK is their first long form work. It makes a lot of sense that they stumbled in it. People don't fucking get shit right on first try.

I'm sure that JJK's sudden popularity has taken a toll. Especially sudden popularity with people who are not really the audience for a manga where part of the enjoyment comes from trying to dissect the lore and the power system. Or that has concurrent plots it focuses on... like that has anything that requires focus, that might require you to reread the chapter to actually get it, that requires you to keep track of what came before. There are a lot of people who do not enjoy stuff like that. Which is okay... but the JJK fandom is over saturated with them. Also with fucking bigots of all stripes. Or leftists who think that since JJK is not the most left leaning and enlightened work in the world that means the writer deserves death threats and there's nothing worthwhile about the work.

Gege did not stick the landing but that not a big deal tbh, it gave me trauma and brain worms really early on. If it hadn't done that, then yeah the ending would've mattered more. I was also ready for the ending being meh for a while now. There was a turning point when it was clear Gege's passion for JJK dwindled, at least for some parts of it because even in the last part there are moments which Gege really nailed.

Like @/cursedvibes once said that parts of the last arc felt ghost written. The ending kinda feels like that too. Like someone put something together for Gege from Gege's note but kinda missing the themes set up earlier. So like either that or Gege was just sprinting to the finish line, chucking everything away to just run faster.

So like yeah, JJK is a solid B for me. I'm curious to see more from Gege.

[weewooooweew]

shoutout to my mom for making me want to die and caring so much more about my academic success rather than my overall physical and mental well-being

[dol-dee]

theres so much to unpack here gfdfgd First of all I didn't know Sydney just went commando now?? Girl I didnt even ask you to do this, youre just out there rawdogging it??? Second of all, this is the first time Kylar is there. Just the absolute weirdest dynamic that Sydneys Ex-best friend/maybe childhood crush is watching this bc of her current partner

not to mention the lowkey cuckoldry and then Leightons there ofc..

(I already know this scene but I've never had Kylar there)

[butchdykecxck]

honestly I think my femme could stand to be more possessive and weird actually. Like where's my collar? Why am I allowed to be in the same room as women? Why don't I have your teeth marks all over me, staking your claim? Why am I allowed out of the house? Why don't all my clothes have their initial? Why don't you leave lipstick marks all over my shirt collar? Why dont-

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

love that my mum just gave me a lecture (more like an unnecessary reason to argue with me though tbh) about internet safety as if I'm doing something really terrible and I'm a vulnerable, naïve child when I'm literally almost 20 years old :)

[designernishiki]

as much as a i understand and respect ace kiryu truthers, i really feel like kiryu is the type to really take the idea to heart that sex is something vulnerable and meaningful and thus reserved for someone completely trusted and special to him– someone who feels right. after years and years he’s still never legitimately voluntarily slept with someone, always tries to turn women away or is at least apathetic when they try to get physical with him, never feels that deep and specific bond with a woman– nothing compared to some of his bonds with other men throughout his life. and maybe, hopefully, one day it’ll hit him that there’s a pretty big, glaring reason why no women have ever felt “right” to him.

[gregmarriage]

this was meant to be a funny post, but then it got deep imao

not a relationship person, but i believe in their beliefs

[bisexualrapline]

jk’s weverse post was the first thing i saw when i woke up this morning and i would just like to wish all sasaengs a very get hit by a fucking bus. preferably at full speed. a big ass industrial size bus too not just any old schoolbus.

[vulpinesaint]

my problematic gender truth is that i actually feel no attachment to either of the two binary gender constructs. it just like. makes no sense to me. i've got my own unrelated thing going on. but in the absence of connection to either choice i really do find it more convenient to cosplay closer to the one that people treat like a human being

[widevibratobitch]

the side effects of experiencing all this funeral stuff from this up close is honestly that im just starting to plan my own funeral in my head to entertain myself and it also kinda stopped me from being suicidal because i realised no one but me could do it right