#hoooo man yall

[alientater]

I have so much to say about s3 of bridgerton so I’m dumping it all into one post. Take my dumbass opinions as a writer for what you will 😂

- first foremost thank you my QUEEN Nicola for your confidence and courage (I am no better than a man 👀). I feel like this whole season was a reminder for me, through both Pen and Colin that bodies that look like my own (Pens) deserve love. I can’t even begin to tell yall how much watching people swoon over her body specifically has made me 🥹 blush because my own looks so much like hers.

- I absolutely adored how devoted Colin was to Pen. Watching him realize his love for her in all her forms, with all her flaws was absolutely adorable and wonderful and beautiful, and it, in its own way, comforted me that the more masculine side of my self can be the romantic, the devoted, the loving person that I am as well. Both his little speech in the carriage and his love confession at the end are now living rent free in my brain.

- I know many people think they should have cut some of Benedict’s scenes but I’m against that opinion. I ADORED his character development this season, and I think it served well as a break in the tension of the plot. you will NEVER catch me unhappy to see a bisexual king living his best and horniest life.

- I’m so glad Pen got to keep her Column. The books end with Colin revealing her identity and I’m so glad they changed that. So much from the book was changed to give her more agency and I’m so so so happy about that.

- Genuinely, I’m so excited to see what happens in Scotland with Francesca and Eloise and Michaela and John!! I have a suspicion they’re going to make it another spinoff show like Queen Charlotte, and then we’ll get Benedict’s season (which 👀💕 I have no clue what they’ll do with it but WHATEVER it is I will be parked in front of that TV the SECOND it drops). Whatever it is they have planned I have a sneaking suspicion we’re finally going to get some sapphic romance 👀 so.

- I absolutely cannot stand the hate this season is getting online. I really think it was well done, and I enjoyed every second of it.

- I do wish they’d shown a *few* more spicy Polin scenes (or maybe made the end one a bit longer bc HOOOO boy 👀 I needed about another full 5-10 minutes of her riding him lord GOD almighty I need a glass of WATER). BUT they really didn’t get any more spice than Kate and Anthony did last season (in fact they had quite a bit more I’d say), and I know we’ll see more of it next season hehe 😈 so 😏.

- John dying is literally actually physically going to break my heart when we get to Francesca’s storyline. ALSO I think I really…. I want her to fall in love with him wholly and completely too. I think she has in some ways. I hope in her story, they explore the very real love between them, mostly because I adore his beautiful lil autistic ass.

- I really wish they’d brought back Daphne and the duke a bit more to help violet and Fran a bit. I think Daphne specifically would have really helped soothe that relationship.

- can we get an Eloise Benedict swing scene every season?? Plz? For me? I adore their queer sibling bond so so so much.

- I’m so glad Pen and Eloise are on good terms again. Their friendship breaking just really…

- also, on Eloise, I adore the character growth I saw her go through this season. I think she’s really learning how to see and love the people around her for who they are and it’s so beautiful. I think people were right about her self absorption to a certain degree but… every character has flaws. No one is really infallible. And I think I went through a similar growth, learning how to check and weild my priveledge, and it’s comforting to know I’m not alone in some of the mistakes I made

- I have so many feelings about Cressida Cowper. I know she’s a bully, and I disliked her originally, but something about this season made me…. Sort of like her. First of all, she’s so cunty and I absolutely LOVE that for her. Her outfits are 😮‍💨 every single time. The SLEEVES on those dresses. Like. I really hope she has character growth of her own. Also. You can’t convince me that woman isn’t a femme lesbian. I want to see her set up a nice little estate and live happily ever after with a woman she loves, honestly. I feel like it was really realistic and fascinating to see her schism with her family. I hope she doesn’t take her mother’s advice to heart. That she breaks the generational curse and learns to be both kind AND cunty 😂. I hope Eloise and her make up somewhat too. I just. I don’t want her to be the villain. The pressures of society are their own villain.

- Bring back Edwina Sharma and her Prince can we start a FUCKING petition bro.

- two people in on that show that no matter what they are being paid, are not being paid enough 1) the COSTUME designer and 2) the intimacy coordinator. Every five seconds I found myself saying “god that dress” or “oh man, I need that waistcoat”

- I love that the writers chose to make the featherington sisters more than just… jokes? Philippa especially. She really had some of the best breakout lines of the season “insert himself where” GIRL “Farley, now! the bugs!!” SHES SO CUTE and Mr Finch baby boy so are you and your love for her 🥹 it’s just so wholesome. I love that Shonda really has showed through this show that even with our eccentricities, we all deserve to be loved, appreciated, cherished.

- we stand by Portia featherington. She really made the best of some SHITTY as situations, and we love her for that. It’s so important to me that she’s not the villain either. That she and pen worked things through, learned how to support each other, and that Portia apologized. I think she’s definitely…. Let’s say morally gray but how morally grey really is robbing the aristocracy? 🤫. I honestly? Kind of hope she finds a love match, or finds happiness in her singleness without having to rely on a man. That she learns to live in her power.

- Did I mention how devoted Colin is to Pen? Can we return to that? My FAVORITE moments of this season were the ones where he is so absolutely down bad for her that he can barely speak bc ME TOO baby boy. ME TOO. and that it’s pen. This season was for the girlies who never get noticed, who never had boys crush on them. Who have to make do living vicariously through others, who have to learn to love themselves, because the world does not seem to.

- can we bring back lord debbling? Lowkey…. I kinda liked him. I need him to be Cressida’s beard for real 🤫

- the mirror scene THE MIRROR SCENE 🫠😮‍💨😰🤤 I…. I have so many feelings. I keep hearing people being like “it was so cringe” but? I think I loved it because it felt so…. Realistic? I found myself loving it because it was so… slow and sweet and intentional and it was in every way an extension of Colin’s feelings for pen. He loves her enough that he treats her with only the most kind, most slow and soft touches. He considers her pleasure before his own (which, god is that dreamy I wanna be this man SO BAD). He talks her through. he appreciates in every way she SHOULD be appreciated. I’m just. I’m never going to be over how fantastically luke played him. How fantastic Luke and Nicola’s chemistry was. Can we appreciate the shots angles looking down on Penelope too bc oh man. Oh boy. Jesus Christ she would be walking ME like a dog to if she looked at me like that Holy Fuck. Also the THIGHS the TITTIES (👀 respectfully 👀 RESPECTFULLY). The little sneaky views of Colin’s butt hehe, the way Pen GULPS when she sees Colin (girl SAME). It reminded me so vividly of my own first time. it made me miss being that young and… idk. I feel like sex scenes often feel fake or unrealistic and the ones in this just felt SO real.

- on that topic can we all just appreciate how much Kate sharma is getting her cookie ate bc 😂 lord only knows she deserves it. ALSO. Petition for next season: I ABSOLUTELY need to see Colin on his knees doing the same for Pen 🤤👀 bc you KNow that man is a service top, and she deserves it.

- genuinely genuinely. I’m so afraid of the show now getting canceled because it has openly queer characters 🥺. I’ve fallen in love with it and it’s like there’s this dread, in the pit of my stomach, that it’s all going to end prematurely because people are already acting so shitty.

- I need violet to have her own spinoff with Marcus 👀 and CONTROVERSIAL OPINION (not controversial) I need their sex scenes bc 😳 LORD . I am not. ahem. I am sinning looking at lady bridgerton like this 😂

- I loved lady Danbury and pens exchange at the end of the season and they’re great friends in the books! I hope it develops more!

- how does Jonathan Bailey so convincingly play a man utterly in love/ lust with his wife as a gay man 😂. Also. Anthony’s little “LILACS”? Still thinking about that lol.

- I’m so glad Eloise didn’t tell Colin about pen being whistledown.

- really wish we’d had a wedding night sex scene 😅

- pen wearing a full set of acrylics and riding that man’s dick is….. god. I have been given a gift.

- Need Need NEED more of the Mondriches, just being happy and finding their place. Their ball this season was fucking fantastic.

- the end camera shot of Colin and pen kissing in front of the window she always watched him from 🫠🥹💕 I’m actually sick it’s SO PERFECT

- I knew Penelope was going to have the only boy 👀😏 called it hehe

- I think one of the things I love most about the show is just… seeing women support and uplift each other and work through things. Talk about the hard things. That’s how we grow as people.

In conclusion, I know many people disliked a lot of things about s3 but I, personally, adored it. And I also know why the writers cut what they did, and did what they did. I honestly think if they’d just added a few small things it would have been perfect. There was so much happening this season it felt overwhelming almost, and I think if I were to say if there’s anything to learn from this, it’s that they need to slow down. Focus on and give each plot its share. I wish I could give Bridgerton an infinite budget for infinite episodes to do whatever they wanted bc I know it would be good. ALSO if I have to endure a month wait like that again I’m actually fucking rioting. I liked the anticipation but it felt too long and just…. Idk. I think an episode a week would be a better way to stretch it if they wanted to keep that ploy. Anyways. If anyone’s actually read this far, I’m so sorry 😂. And to all the people griping… get a grip. It’s a beautiful show and the writing was honestly fantastic. just enjoy the media for what it is im actually begging you. If this show gets canceled because of something as trivial as not enough Polin sex scenes and having actual queer representation in fucking coming for ALL OF YOU.

Peace and light

Annika

[whataboutmyfries]

Challenge

Yall I was so nervous writing this cause (as we all know) I dont often write spicy things but hoooo boy did I have fun writing this one >:)))) written for prompt number 11 of the fictional kisses prompt list! As usual, unbetaed by anyone that isnt me, so any errors are mine :)

enjoy!

11. a kiss in which, ''we're late for work but let's be later''

~

….Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will 

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious great balls of fire

Homicidal ideations weren’t exactly how Remus planned to start his day, but here they were, with Remus having to count to ten in order to not strangle his loving husband of five years. 

“Sirius Alphard Lupin Black you better turn that off right this second or so help me god—” 

“Mmph” 

Remus turned around to a faceful of sun-warm skin and a luscious head of hair snuggling up to him, an arm groping around on the nightstand to turn the godforsaken alarm before Remus did something of the…illegal nature. 

“Morning moony,” 

Remus gaped at the head pillowed on his chest, “Morning moons?!? After waking me up at the—frankly ungodly— hour of," Remus checked his own phone, “seven thirty, you have the audacity to ‘morning moony’ me?” 

Sirius shifted, blinking up at Remus through sleep-heavy lashes. 

“Mmmm, let me make it up to you darling.” 

Remus would’ve been lying if he’d said that those words coming out of Sirius’s mouth didn’t do funny things to his insides. He’d also be lying if he said his voice didn’t quaver a little with anticipation when he said,

“Oh?” 

Sirius’s brow quirked at that, heat flooding his gaze as he shifted further up Remus’s body so they were eye to eye, suddenly more awake than he'd been a second ago.

“Would you like that, oh moony mine?” 

Remus swallowed as Sirius’s thumb traced the swell of his lip, his breath leaving him in a rush when Sirius leaned in to press a kiss just off the corner of his mouth. 

“Yes.” 

Sirius smirked, running a hand up Remus’s bare torso, finding a home in his unruly curls.

“Well then, your wish is my command sweetheart.” 

Remus had barely sucked in a breath when Sirius surged forward, capturing his lips in a slow, filthy kiss, licking into his mouth as he shifted his weight to lie fully atop Remus. Remus revelled in the familiar press of his husband’s body on his, every ridge and dip so lovingly known and worshipped for so many years that Sirius’s body had become a prayer unto itself. 

Remus groaned into the kiss, holding Sirius’s mouth to his by the hands he’d tangled in Sirius’s sleep-mussed waves. His hips shifted of their own accord, rolling up where he could feel Sirius’s erection pressed against his hip. Sirius gasped, pulling away to rest his forehead against Remus’s as he ground down, the friction making the both of them moan, grasping at each other in the soft sunlight. 

“Moons, moons, slow down or this is going to be over far too quickly.” 

Remus huffed a laugh, a little bit breathless, a lot in love.

“Stamina wearing away in your old age, Black?” 

Sirius met Remus’s eye, winking at him. 

“Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

Sirius tipped his head forward to lick a stripe down Remus’s neck, sucking a constellation of bruises into the space where his neck met his shoulder, slipping lower lower, lower, leaving hot, filthy kisses down Remus’s torso until he was nuzzling at the soft flannel of Remus’s pyjamas. 

Sirius looked up at his gasping, writhing, mess of a husband, standing down at him with awe and adoration. 

“Can I?” 

“Sirius if you don’t take my pants off right now I’m going to jump out the window” 

Sirius smothered a laugh against Remus’s waistband, squeezing his sides as he looked back at him. 

“Big, bad, wolf like you could probably take the drop, y’know?” 

Remus groaned, dropping his head back on the pillows, “Sirius.” 

Sirius chuckled at the longing in Remus’s voice even as he slowly—so slowly—tugged Remus’s (frankly sinful) pyjamas off, dropping a flurry of kisses on his—what did James call them? — come gutters. Sirius left a pretty trail of bruises down Remus’s hips as he nosed closer to the base of his cock. 

Remus let out a low, rumbling, groan; his hands shaking ever so slightly in Sirius’s hair as he tried, in vain, to not buck into his husband’s touch. Sirius dropped his head on the juncture of Remus’s hip and thigh, leisurely stroking Remus’s dick, revelling in the choked gasps the motion elicited. 

“Sirius please.” 

Sirius just hummed, pressing one last kiss to the soft skin of Remus’s waistline before he took Remus into his mouth, smiling a little at the strangled gasp Remus made, his fingers tightening in Sirius’s hair. 

“Oh my god, Sirius” 

Sirius hummed again, the vibration making Remus’s cock twitch in his mouth as Sirius hollowed out his cheeks, sucking him in deeper, flicking at his nipples as he did so. 

Remus moaned so loud Sirius would’ve worried about the neighbours—if they had any. He savoured every gasp and moan spilling out of Remus’s mouth, dragging his tongue across the head of his cock, the way he knew Remus loved sucking harder and—

He was rudely interrupted by Remus’s phone balring out some random default ringtone. 

Remus, now hazy-eyed and sweat-slick, reached around to look for his phone, swiping to turn the alarm off before he looked back down at Sirius—who’d faltered for all of a second before going back to his ministrations. 

“Sirius—ah—Sirius, we’re going to be late—ohmygoddon’tstop—for work” 

Sirius paused and met Remus’s gaze, cocking his brow in an outright challenge as if to say, are you really that worried about skipping a day of work for this moony darling? Would you rather I get up right now and leave you debauched and wanting on our bed? 

And how could Remus back down from that? 

He frantically pulled Sirius up to capture his mouth in a heated kiss, shoving Sirius’s sweatpants out of the way to tug at his dick, swallowing Sirius’s gasp. He ducked lower, sucking bruises on the hinge of Sirius’s jaw, every vibration of Sirius’s throat sending a pulse straight to his cock. He felt Sirius’s breath against his ear as he reached down to wrap his hand around Remus’s cock and his own, the friction of their cocks rubbing together sending tingles up his spine. 

Remus wrapped a leg around Sirius’s hip, tugging him closer as their breath became more frantic, the thrust of their hips becoming more erratic. 

“Sirius—oh god—Sirius I’m so close” 

“Come for me Re, come with me” 

Remus let go with a loud groan, smothering the sound in Sirius’s shoulder, feeling Sirius’s body tense against his as he spilled stripes of white across Remus’s chest and stomach. 

Remus huffed a laugh when Sirius flopped half on top of Remus, stroking a hand gently through his husband’s sweaty hair. 

“Gross, Now we’re both covered in come.” 

Sirius laughed, kissing Remus’s bicep as he turned to meet Remus’s gaze. 

“Look at you mister Lupin Black, skipping work to have sex with your husband, how scandalous”

Remus just raised an eyebrow in reply.

“Well alright, not sex per se, but scandalous ever the same.” 

“I love it when you do scandalous things to me, Pads.” 

“Mmmmm right back at ya moony mine, you being scandalous is my kryptonite”

Remus grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he flipped their positions in one swift move, smiling down at a sex-hazy Sirius. 

“Now that can be arranged, darling”

[araquanids--grip]

hOOOO man yall fucked this child up good the world is not ready for this. what will they do when they see this huh? what will they do? What will they do? Will they still avert their eyes in prayer after seeing this? This mach-krab-corvi-tinka-sable-ninja that Thy Leaders crafted with their own divinity? Will the worshipped blind and the wrathful seen tear each other apart until Thy Divines only options are to shred this hateful bloodied world and start anew? I hope so. I hope so. arc this is gonna be a fucked up child lmaooooo

[sparklingzone]

shadow spoilers

i like how some ppl are like

"aw i feel bad for mephiles"

and then a moment later theyre like

but then i remember hes evil"

personally i think its super cool that iblis and mephiles are beyond time (or whatever they explained it as) and thus trapped still remembering and unable to get back (but sega u can make up whatever excuse to bring him back again i will not mind, insert "how many times do we have to teach you this lesson old man?" here)

derailing maybe perhaps even

media doing funky things with their timeline(s) and having someone who is aware in some way of the changes???? hoooo boyyy (maybe i tormented an oc by having her punished to be trapped outside of time ANYWAY)

this post was supposed to just be the first chunk but unforchies for yall, 06 was a good chunk of my brain space in middle school so every so often i get possessed

and just so i can add another mephiles thought here

new voice: uh....its different? i need to listen to it more to like sink it fully into my brain. so far i think i like hearing it more than some other eng dub characters tho.....

but u know me, if i had the game id be playing with jp voices anyway (assuming its an option at least)

[ofsupernovcs]

[ yamazaki kento | he/him] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome FINN MIKAELSON to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 1000+ year old PSYCHIC, who is one of the RETURNED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be VENEGEFUL, but that’s all a façade to cover up their STEADFAST nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to WANTED,WASTED  by MORI CALLIOPE x TAKUYA YAMANAKA, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

So previously on the vampire diaries heres all Finn's information here.

Click here veee

Since then the following has happened:

Other than being hella dead, he was never really gone. Just kinda there.

He ending possessing a body of a sickly psychic named Tenya Choi(nee Ita) , a man who was looking for his step sibling and wants to tell him everything. The guilt killed him.

For right now Im going to say save for maybe Freya, every Mikaelson is at an arms length.

In regards to the next gen....ho boy thats going to be the biggest adjustment for him. But explain yall are adopted and he'll chill

Not sure if he'll plot murder yet- but knowing Finn it will be because of his morals

Hope-hoooo boi theres a lot to unpack there but lets throw out the whole suitcase. Ill discuss with Hinata

Personality:

No chill, as expected from the 2nd oldest.

Will try to be nice but sometimes it will come off kinda dickish

Will usually do the right thing but in a very good is not nice way

Say Always and Forever to him and it will get you to the er though

Tries to be the nerd Tenya was to not raise too much suspicion and not have the down beat him up

Very burnt cinnamon roll vibes

Banned from restaurant core

Connections:

Maybe someone who knew Tenya and is like WTF is this murder talk about about

Regulars at the Gunpla Store

Friends regardless of wwhether or not they know its Finn

Weed buddies- he needs it

[flecks-of-stardust]

Dreamless: Chapter One — Hallowed Entry (Defunct)

Chapter One of Dreamless, my Hollow Knight AU. Spoilers inbound.

Learn more about this AU; link to the Dreamless masterlist.

Content warning for violence. Ask to tag anything else that I’ve missed.

Chapter summary: Ghost drops into King’s Pass, insults the architecture, and has a run in with a strange infected bug. They proceed to scare the life out of Elderbug by surviving an explosion.

Read this chapter on AO3.

Note: this chapter is heavily outdated, and is not consistent with the current version of the story. Details have changed since this chapter was written, and it will be replaced with a different version in time. If you wish to read this chapter, proceed with the awareness that this is an old version that is inaccurate.

—(Line breaker) And what will you achieve? (Line breaker)—

Wind whips around them as they plunge down into the drop, their cloak billowing and flapping in the gusts. The ground rushes to meet them; they don’t flinch. How many times have they jumped off of cliffs at this point? Probably more than is normal. Not that it matters anyway, since they don’t take fall damage.

They land, dust drifting into the air around them from the impact, and straighten up out of their crouch, giving themself a cursory dust off. Jumping off of cliffs is almost routine for them at this point, since most places around here don’t tend to have a better way of getting down cliff faces fast. This is hardly the highest cliff they’ve jumped off of, nor the dustiest landing they’ve had. Not even close to either, really. They’re not very impressed.

They unsheathe their nail as they look around, taking in the caverns around them. New place, new enemies. If they’re lucky, it’ll mostly be some hungry crawlers looking for an easy meal. If not, they’re prepared to deal with it either way. Years of experience with fighting to keep their shell intact has numbed them to the fear of combat, and they now see it as more of a necessity when traveling. They’re relaxed, but alert, as they take their first steps into the caverns they’ve arrived at.

The first thing they notice as they walk is the strange heaviness in the air. It seems to spin and hang around them, heady and unpleasant, clinging to their shell as they slowly traverse the tunnel they’re in. It’s almost dizzying, the way it brushes itself against their shell with a feather-light touch. It coils around their horns and lingers, whispering in a timbre too soft for them to make out. It feels like how other bugs would describe a perfume that’s a touch too strong, though they wouldn’t know exactly how that feels. They have no sense of smell, after all. 

The heaviness in the air is distracting, but it’s mere background noise compared to the itching pain of the call they have been following. At some point in their travels, a small, niggling itch took up residence under their shell. It was, and still is, relentless in its subtle presence. Ever since that day, the itch has never let up, and they’ve learned how not to let it distract them, especially when they’re in combat.

They wander. That’s what they’ve always done. Some would call their travels aimless, and perhaps they would be right. They move from civilization to civilization, town to town, stopping whenever they feel they need a rest, with no clear thought of where to head next. They had never needed that, and they still don’t see a need for that.

The call changed that, somewhat. It’s a direction, but it’s a very vague one, never quite specifying where to go. Mostly they just walk in a random direction, feeling for how the itch of the call changes, and pressing on if the call gets stronger, ever so slightly. They’re still wandering around aimlessly most of the time, they just keep going when it feels right. 

They don’t want to, though. They’ve tried to just ignore it and keep wandering like they used to, but despite their best efforts, they find themself searching for the call’s source, one way or another. It’s maddeningly insistent, and if they try to deliberately walk in the opposite direction, something compels them to go back and keep searching. And the further they get, the harder it is for them to give up and turn around, even though they’re sick of it at this point and just want the itch to go away. They have no idea why it’s here, no idea why they alone have it, since no one else seems to notice it. They just want one fucking day where it doesn’t feel like there’s something crawling underneath their shell. 

Recently, the itch has gotten worse, too. It’s almost a burning pain now, tracing invisible lines down the top of their head and through their right eye, and it pulses. As if the occasional moments where the pain suddenly flares and explodes through their head, rendering them completely vulnerable and helpless for the duration of the pain spike, weren’t bad enough. Whoever or whatever is putting out the call, they want them to shut the fuck up and leave them alone.

And yet, here they are. Wherever here is. All because of this call. This better be worth it.

As they walk, they take in the architecture nearby, their soft footfalls lost in the quiet breeze flitting through the tunnel. The tunnel they are in, as well as the various offshoots from it that they see, are too smooth to have resulted from the natural erosion of time. They are perfectly round and straight, long cylindrical passageways punching through stone and fossil alike. The smoothness of the tunnels is disconcerting, and they have never seen any other civilizations carve stone to such perfection. 

It is pretentious as fuck, they think, as they continue further in, kicking at a loose pebble and watching as it skitters across the floor. Even the cobblestone under their feet looks like it was carved into the ground. How much time did this civilization dedicate itself to looking perfect? Because judging by the numerous piles of rubble from ruined sign posts around them, it all amounted to naught. 

They walk up to the pebble and kick it again, lazily tracing the cracks in the floor next to them with their gaze. They weave back and forth, then spiral out across the floor, streaking through many of the intricate carvings on the floor and shattering them. All that effort, gone to waste. It’s a stupid idea to carve patterns into the floor anyway; what kind of ruler would order their citizens to do that? Floors are for walking on, not for looking at.

In spite of their griping, they can’t help but admire the ruined beauty of the architecture around them as they continue on. In the height of its glory, it would have been magnificent. Only so much of it can persist, though, when there is no one around to maintain it. They’ve been to ruined civilizations before, and they have to admit this is one of the most wondrous ones, even in its decay.

It is also one of the emptiest ruined civilizations they’ve been to. A crawlid pokes its head out of a hole in the floor, then disappears back into it. The breeze murmurs as it gusts past, tickling the tips of their horns. Their footsteps are not joined by anyone or anything, and the echoes of their footfalls are whisked away by the muttering of the wind. There is no one else here, just them and their thoughts.

As if reminding them of its existence, the heavy air wraps itself around their horns a little harder without warning, and they jump, reflexively swinging their nail. It caresses their cheek, formless fingers stroking up the length of their horn, and as they helplessly swat at it, it breathes something that almost sounds like a threat.

They flinch, mostly out of instinct, and quicken their pace. The air lingers, hovers around them, and they keep speeding up until they’re all but running. They can’t outrun something they can’t see or touch, but the silent crooning puts them so much on edge they just want to get out of here, and fast. They feel it keep pace with them as they traverse the tunnel, and a shiver goes down their back.

They reach the end of the tunnel before long, and are greeted by a mound of rubble and cracked stone. Judging by the angle it’s at, and the few pieces of intact stone peeking out from under the rubble, this used to be a flight of stairs. Stairs to an exit, hopefully; the less time they have to spend here, the better.

They sheathe their nail briefly and scale the mound, deftly hopping their way up. Only a few showers of pebbles herald their arrival at the top, clinking against the floor below softly as they step onto solid ground. Beauty does not equal function, they think sourly, giving their cloak a firm shake to dislodge the dust coating it. The mound worked as a flight of stairs just fine.

They hurry down the new tunnel, just as smooth and straight as the previous one. As they speed walk through it, they notice an intact sign ahead of them, and barely stop to skim its description:

“Beyond this point you enter the land of the Pale King, He who granted us sapience. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to Hallownest, the eternal kingdom.”

So it was this jerk. Some ‘eternal kingdom’ this is. The walkway didn’t even last that long. 

They’re about to continue on down the tunnel when they sense something. Nail drawn without even thinking, they pause, trying to process what they had picked up on. It’s a sound, one so soft they had mistaken it for the murmuring of the air. Gripping their nail tightly, they carefully progress toward it.

As they approach, the air clenches around their shell, tighter and heavier the closer they get. A distant, faltering, echoing sound starts, making their head ring, and they almost lose track of the noise they’re following. Shaking their head, they press forward, trying to ignore how the pain of the call has suddenly flared to life, searing across their shell. 

It all crescendos as they keep going forward, rising into a cacophony of vague, indistinct voices, and they barely register the passageway to their left as they reach it. They turn the corner, pressing a hand to their head, and see a creature in the room they’ve entered.

They stop in their tracks, staring. Through their haze, they manage to make out the many orange pustules covering the body of the creature, all quivering gently and pulsing with a soft glow as it shambles around. The pustules cover almost every exposed area on the creature, and the biggest, an engorged, brilliantly orange, horrifyingly huge mass, is precariously perched on its head. The chill breeze on their back feels freezingly cold compared to the heat radiating off of this creature, so brightly, so terrifyingly orange. They don’t have another way to describe it. 

Distracted by the grotesque sight of the creature, they don’t register when it turns and spots them. They finally realize that they had been tracking the groaning noise it had been making when it opens its mouth and screams. The sound reverberates in their head, bouncing around and scrambling their thoughts, and they fall backwards, stunned from the impact of the screech. The pain is scorching all over their head now, angrily raking across their shell, and the right side of their vision is blurry.

They don’t see the creature slashing at their face until it is upon them, and they dodge the claw by pure instinct alone, dimly watching it miss them by barely a leaf’s width. Reeling, they don’t regain their senses fast enough to dodge again, and its second swipe catches on their right eye hole, yanking their head sideways, and the pain sears through their entire being. Everything goes dark, and they panic, scrambling backward and violently swinging their nail in front of them as they crawl away. They hear it stumbling toward them, hear its horrible echoing scream, hear the hissing of air as it grabs for them and just barely misses, again and again and again.

Their vision returns just as they feel their back hit the tunnel wall. A stump of an arm, flailing and spurting green hemolymph, enters their field of view, and they lean away from it, flinching. The other arm, intact, goes for their face, and they duck and roll out of the way, shaking so hard they nearly lose their grip on their nail. They get to their feet and swing at the creature, first swipe going wide, second connecting with its intact arm, and stumble backward, tripping over their own feet. The creature falls on top of them, snarling, and they blindly hack at it, scrabbling backward as fast as they can manage. They crawl out from under it, and it lies there, leg severed, unable to grab them with the stumps of its arms. It rolls around in a puddle of its own hemolymph, crushing the orange pustules on its back as it flips over, and continues screaming, gnashing its mandibles in rage.

Their nail falls out of their grasp as they put distance between them and the creature, the clinking of it against the floor making their head throb. They press their hands to it, shaking so hard they barely manage to remain sitting, and they resist the urge to cover their eyes. They have to force themself to keep their gaze on the creature, watching it continue to try and get to them, profusely bleeding green and orange but still, still moving. 

Among all the enemies they have fought before, never—never—has anything behaved like this. None have taken away their senses like that. None have made them blind, even if only for a few ticks. None that are still alive, even after having most of their limbs hacked off, even after bleeding out incessantly onto the floor. They don’t understand how it’s still squirming, why it’s still squirming, and why it’s still trying to get at them.

They sit there for a while, their shaking slowly, gradually, reducing to a minor quivering. The pain of the call lessens, returning to a more tolerable level, one that they’re used to. The heavy air still weighs hard on them, pushing down on them, and it’s louder. They can almost hear what it’s saying, too sweet and too light, and they try and shove it out of their head. They feel it shove back, refusing to go, and they paw at their face uselessly, desperately, as if that could get it out of their mind.  

The distant echoing sound had grown louder in the presence of this creature, and they opt to focus on it for a while instead of the hissing of the air. It is a wavering, desperate, fearful cry, a screaming not unlike what had come out of the creature’s mouth, but softer. It is angry, but it is also scared, and they can hear the pain in its voice. 

It is now that they realize that not all of the fear they are feeling is their own. Some of it is bleeding over from the distant sound, an old and exhausted sort of terror that is distinct from their own sharp, fresh fear, fading bit by bit as the adrenaline from the fight settles. It is a fear of dying, not unlike what they had just felt, but it is much, much deeper.

It is rather similar to the call they have been following, too. They shudder at the realization, drawing their cloak around them. They want to be mad about it, about having another thing calling to them, but instead they just feel sick and scared. They had partly assumed the call was a result of some sort of cruel joke forcing them to come here, but now… 

They firmly shove the topic away. They’ll think about this later. 

They get up, retrieving their nail as they warily examine the creature from afar. They manage not to be overwhelmed by both the heavy air and the distant sound as they look at it, both fading into the background of their thoughts like the pain of the call had. There are still a lot of pustules, angrily pulsing orange, dotting the creature’s body, but now that some of them have been punctured and flattened, they can see the shape of the creature’s actual body underneath.

The curves are surprisingly, sickeningly familiar. Belatedly, they realize that this is a bug, barely recognizable from how much the pustules have dominated its body. It is still wriggling, though weaker than it was before, and it hisses at them as they inch closer. It kicks with its remaining leg, attempting to flip over, but it doesn’t quite succeed this time. Wobbling around on its back, it spits angrily at them as they stop just out of reach of its arm stumps. 

Revulsion rises in their chest at the sight of it, but they force it away and continue looking, listlessly prodding at one of the intact pustules on it with their nail. Its body is battered, broken beyond repair from their clumsy nail strikes. There are a few lacerations across its ruined chest, varying in deepness, and green hemolymph seeps from them, mixing with the orange pus leaking from a nearby punctured pustule. They tap an intact one with their hand gingerly, flinching at the heat emanating from it. They don’t know what sort of infection this is, but it doesn’t seem…natural? That feels like the wrong word, but they don’t know what the right one is.

They grimace as the infected bug howls at them, the sound still powerful enough to make them stagger back a step. The distant sound turns a little mournful, just for a moment. It’s gone before they can determine whether they had imagined it or not. Disturbed, they step away from the bug.

Its eyes, glimmering silver, meet theirs as they turn away, and they feel their mind go blank for half a tick. They’re tired, but they can’t go to sleep. If they sleep, they’ll dream, and they’ll never wake up again. Dreams are dangerous, dreams kill, dreams—

They jerk, stumbling backwards a few steps as they snap out of the haze. Their head throbs. The heavy air is hissing, digging into their shell, and they shake their head violently, pressing themself against the wall. What the fuck is going on here? 

They’re not sure they want to know. They have a feeling they’re going to find out anyway, sooner or later, whether they like it or not. They tug at their cloak, frustrated. Their head pulses in pain, almost in sympathy. 

They look at the infected bug again after a few moments, staring at its chest instead of its face. It is noticeably weaker now, and the flow of blood from its wounds has slowed, a languid dribble instead of the gushing from earlier. Its leg twitches, clumsily kicking at them, and they side step it easily. It’s at least actually dying now, which is a good thing. They think. They’re not sure. 

It’s going slowly, though. Perhaps it would be kinder for them to speed it along. They had hacked at it quite a few times anyway, and it is clearly long past lucidity. 

Trying to behead a bug without looking at their face proves harder than they had originally thought. They stab it a few times in the shoulders, hissing voiceless apologies, before their nail strikes true and separates its head from its torso. It finally stops moving, silently bleeding out onto the cracked stone floor. They stare at it, slumping to the floor in relief. At least they’re at rest now.

It’s quiet, and getting colder now that the bug is dead. They look at it a few more ticks, then get up, wiping their nail off with their hand. Orange and green sloughs off, and they shake their hand halfheartedly, watching the ooze fall to the floor in gentle splatters. They’re used to this, or they were, but… 

The air is getting warmer again. Puzzled, they look up at the corpse of the bug, and are blinded by a sudden flash of bright light.

One moment they’re standing next to a bug corpse, and the next they’re being flung across the tunnel, the sound of the explosion ringing in their head as their body thuds down onto the floor, a good distance away from where they were standing previously. They slide a bit more still, limply skidding across the stone, and come to a stop at the end of the tunnel. The lights from the little village below dazzle their eyes, and, in their dazed state, look a lot like what had burst out of the bug. They turn away, slowly craning their head back toward the tunnel, but giving up after their body screams in pain. The breeze outside kisses their horns gently, reminding them that despite all the pain, they’re not dead.

They half wish they were, at this point. Shuddering at the pain searing across their body and their head, they slowly push themself up, managing to sit up and slouch after a few arduous ticks. They reach for their nail, but stop when they see that they won’t be able to retrieve it without getting up and walking over. They paw at the floor briefly anyway, momentarily wishing that they could somehow call their nail back over to them.

They glance over at the bug corpse, and find a blackened crater where it used to lie, the last wisps of smoke whisked away by the breeze as they look. The marred stone is the only evidence of the bug’s former existence, and even then it only reflects how the bug died. Quite possibly, they are the only one to know it was here at all, shambling around, not quite alive but not quite dead. The thought makes something inside them twist, and they clench their cloak, worrying at it between their hands.

At least now that the bug is dead, the heavy air has let up, returning to being a light pressure on their horns. The distant sound has gone nearly silent, but if they search for it in their mind, they can just barely hear it echoing. The call is once again the most distracting and painful thing weighing on them, aside from the full body pain from getting exploded across a room. They welcome the familiarity, because if they don’t, they’re going to curl up here and never move again.

It takes them a while, but they eventually retrieve their nail, and walk over to the end of the tunnel, peering out of it. They’re at the top of another drop—great, another cliff to fling themself off of—though it’s significantly less high than the one they had entered this area though. It’s still a ways down, though, and they lean out a little further, trying to judge how long it would take them to slide down the wall.

They forget that calculation as they begin to pitch over the edge, losing their balance and falling face first toward the floor. Too exhausted to react in time, they land hard, face down in a belly flop. They don’t move, even though their nail is poking into their side and making them ache even worse. Sometimes they wish they did take fall damage.

Pulling themself to their feet a full minute later, they all but drag themself into the village, and haul themself onto the bench in the middle of it. Tucking their legs in and sheathing their nail, they lie there for a while, staring off into nothing. They feel like they shouldn’t be alive still, after all of that, and yet they are. They’re starting to think that’s more of a curse than a blessing. 

They nearly launch themself off the bench when someone speaks. “Are…are you alright?”

They flail and whip around, awkwardly half sitting up, and finally see the bug standing next to the bench, peering down at them with alarm etched into every dip and curve of their face. They look strangely similar to them in how their horns curve, but theirs end in three rounded points, and their mouth is opening and closing helplessly, half words forming and then getting cut off. Their hands are rubbing at each other, fingers making clicking noises as they catch briefly. From the bug’s demeanor, they would have thought they had seen a ghost.

Their lack of response, they belatedly realize, is not helping. Neither is their inability to make any noise. The bug continues staring at them, their expression still growing more afraid, and they try for a nod, unsure of how to respond. 

It clearly does not help the situation, as their expression only grows more terrified. “Did you…walk out of that explosion…?”

Oh. They sit there, trying to figure out which response is better. Being honest can’t hurt, right? They nod hesitantly.

The bug just stares at them for a very long while. Briefly, they reach one hand out, then pull it back, seeming to think better of it. They honestly can’t blame them for it; this is the first time they’ve been caught in an explosion, so they’re surprised they’re alive too.

“Do—do you want a house to sleep in?” the bug chokes out, hands furiously twisting around each other. “I can open—you can have a bed.”

A bed. A real bed. They nod violently, stopping sheepishly when the bug takes a step back. They haven’t touched bedding in so long, and they’re now itching to see and touch it. Soft, warm, comfortable…that makes the full body aching almost negligible.

“R-right, follow me,” the bug says, turning and hurrying off a little faster than would be polite. They hop off the bench and go in pursuit of the bug’s hunched back, fantasizing about how soft the bedding is going to be. They’re going to leap onto it and bury themself in blankets and pillows. It’s been too fucking long.

The bug stops in front of a small house, hastily unlocking the door. They open it for them, and they dart in, already trying door handles to find the bedroom. “I’ll be outside if you need anything else,” they faintly hear the bug say in a rush, and the front door closes with a bang. They don’t care, though, because they’re exhausted, they’re in immense pain, and they want a fucking bed to sleep on.

The third door they try opens into a bedroom, and they gleefully charge in, flying onto the bed. It dips under the force of their jump as they crash into it, but they bounce only slightly, the mattress absorbing the impact well. Grabbing the nearest blanket they can see and two pillows, they wrap themself up clumsily, not even bothering to take their nail sheath off. Finally, sweet, sweet soft comfy delight. They’re never going to leave this bed. 

The softness of the bedding nest they’ve made for themself helps take their mind off the intense aching of their body and the burning pain of the call, a much needed respite from the events of their travels. They snuggle in, pulling the blanket around them tighter, and relax for the first time in possibly years. They haven’t been this comfortable since they started searching for the source of the call for good, and it must have been at least a year at this point. A few years, even. They stopped counting a long time ago, because it had stopped mattering to them.

In only a few ticks, their mind quiets. They nod off soon after, clutching the blanket even in their slumber, and slip into a dreamless sleep.

—(Line breaker) How far are you willing to fall? (Line breaker)—

Next chapter: Pale Secrets

[chazz-anova]

Hate when someone tries to talk disrespectfully to me like... I fight bitches yall dont seem to get that

[edds-fantasy-world]

Hoh boy did I drastically need the month off. Good news, I'm back to somewhat regularity and have asks stored up! Bad news is my tablet shit out on me finally (after FIVE WHOLE MONTHS WOW), so everything in the interim between me sorting shit out with the warranty is going to be traditional. Even better news, this should be the last OOC post I need to make for a while! Barring questions about the blog I can't answer in character of course, like development or worldbuilding stuff. I'll have the boys back in gear shortly, and after this hopefully for good! but yknow, fingers crossed ówò;;

EDIT: the above is the original draft of this post, which should tell you how long ive been wanting to come back. Thanks tumblr! So functional!!!

The ACTUAL news is basically the same, but my tablet isn't actually broken--I've found out I just need to replace the HDMI. I cannot do that just yet though! So everything thus far has been me wrestling with either traditional or doing digital with a busted screen and lemme tell you, it hasn't been fun. I have plans to get back into the swing of things very soon (within the week) though, so fingers crossed.

(Hey everyone, Mod P here! Sorry for the impromptu hiatus, life happens sometimes! The frequency of life happening is gonna ramp up dramatically in the coming weeks and should settle down sometime next month, but who knows! I just wanted to let yall know that I'm still here and asks are currently in progress. Expect another update this weekend at the latest!)

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

Starters: 2 || Drafts: 42 || Inbox: 1

Exam study: 2 much 2 do XD

[testing-tranquility]

here’s to like, 6 weeks or whatever of sobriety 🤪✌️

[minisculecosmos]

Thoughts as I watch episode 3: (apologies for the length)

-Did they change the intro? I feel like that last slide wasn’t there. Or maybe it’s just been too long 😫

-The way I recognized what show they were watching, love that

-Poor Arm and Pol, they really just suffer huh

-I want someone to make one of those “when you get thrown into the dance circle but you only know ___” TikTok’s except it’s Tankhun’s dance

-Well at least Porsche knows he PROBABLY won’t die

-we didn’t get our handshake scene at the bar :((((

-Dang ALREADY? They really said “the novel was too slow, we gotta introduce Horny Kinn NOW.”

-Watching this part like OOOOOO and 😬😬😬😬 and laughing so hard and crying all at once

-Tankhun is Fabulous TM. He really said “snatched” I love him

-!!!!!OH SH*T IT’S THE POOL!!!!!!! (You know, from the trailer?)

-The affronted little “not me?”

-Not the product placement PLEASE

-YES we see him getting better/more humble, he’s learning WHOOO

-Porsche Gets Revenge

-Arm and Pol besties, I love them 🥹

-The whole debt collecting scene….. hooo boy. Porsche has Realizations!

-Listen I know we all love Kinn in his suits but Bathrobe!Kinn is just another thing altogether. I propose he wears nothing but bathrobes the rest of the series. All those with me say aye.

-Listen the little bits of eye contact that we’re getting are a bit jarring sometimes but I am NOT complaining.

-They’re really learning to understand each other through stares, huh

-Anyway I was too immersed and don’t remember having a whole lot to say about the bar scene, but hoooo the Tay/Time/Tem drama starts now!!!! Fun times!!!

-KIM OH MY LORD

-Jeff Satur, a MAN. If only we got to see his face. Also Big… Sus, and definitely had feelings for Kinn. Calling it now.

-Porsche in that t-shirt looks so small compared to Tankhun and I just… it’s doing things.

-YALL I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT ENDING IN THE SLIGHTEST HOLY BEJESUS

I am NOT complaining though.

Literally I was walking through my house while watching it and just collapsed, right to the ground, when they kissed. I couldn’t look away. That was incredible. I love it here.

That’s all for now folks! Let me know if you want me to do these for each episode.

[mitchievousness]

book 4 orz

tgcf book 3 ending hELLO????????????!?!??!?!?!

[pettyprocrastination]

(slight nsfw at the end sorry. This is just a ten minute hc blob of me writing out my thought because i saw a post about oberyn with curly hair) Hc are relevant to this fic

tagging @cinewhore @captainsamwlsn @teaofpeach @thesadvampire @opheliaelysia​ @thecrimsonsquire @ficsilike-reblogged cause i know yall enjoy this fic

thinking about oberyn with curls

Some mornings he’ll look at his reflection, run his fingers through his hair and make a noise. It was getting longer, he should probably cut it soon.

As if she could read his mind, ellaria would kiss his cheek before saying “don’t you dare” into his ear.

She loves his curls so much.

His girls will play and try to tie ribbons into his hair

Ellaria running her fingers through it, nails gently scratching his scalp with his head in her lap

at first it was a nuisance but he takes pride in it now.

Doran constantly make comments about his “preening”

“Trying to hide those grey hairs, brother?”

he loves to feel his lover’s tug on it as they cry out his name.

Domentzia enjoy playing with his hair. Sitting across his lap and letting her fingers run through his curls and twirling them around her finger.

You're more used to ruffling his hair. Mostly because of the way he scrunches up his nose when you do. Honestly it’s more so you pushing/knocking his head around when he’s being a prick.

Ellaria

Domentzia l o v e s ellaria’s hair.

Beautiful dark curls that fall over her shoulder

It was a stark contrast to her own blonde kept in intricate braids and updos against her head

Domentzia learned to hide her desires from a young age, but couldn’t help compliment her fiancé’s lover any chance she got.

Ellaria’s girls love to do her hair. Braid it, tie ribbons around it, whatever they wanted she would let them.

They loved to simply sit and brush her hair at night.

Ellaria once complimented domentzia’s hairstyle and asked her to do it on her own hair.

Sweet girl was so nervous her hands were trembling.

Ellaria had such beautiful and soft hair, the last thing she wanted to do was tug it too tight.

Ellaria could easily sense her nerves and smile.

“You don’t have to worry about being too harsh, princess.” She tells her. “I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

Domentzia is in a half daze as she does her hair, marveling at how soft it feels between her fingers and what it would feel like in other moments.

Domentzia

Domentzia’s hair was blonde and curly

Often hidden away in tight braids and fiorian styles against her head

As she spent more time in dorne and became more comfortable, she wore her hair free quite often

Oberyn loved it. He saw it as a sign of her becoming more comfortable and confident. Not hiding nor restrained.

His girls? looooove her hair. It’s so pretty!

Domentzia grew up with three younger sister so she had no qualms about plopping down and letting the girls touch her hair.

When Oberyn finds his girls all sweet and playing with her hair while domentzia smiles and compliments theirs? Oh his heart melts

the way to this mans heart is through his kiddos and his lover what can i say?

She lives for the feeling of her hair being touched and play with. Just absolutely melts. Like a purring kitten in your lap.

Especially you. Hoooo boy.

There’s been moments at night, where future events are stressing her out (perhaps the marriage to a dornish prince) and she’ll be rambling and panicking.

You’ll just run a hand through her hair while telling her that’s it’s gonna be alright. You’ll be at her side through it all and she’ll never be alone.

(nsfw moment)

While she loves your soft touching that ground her in moments of stress. She def thinks about you being a bit rough with her hair.

Thinks about you winding a battle scared hair in her golden hair and pulling back so you can kiss and bite at her neck.

Threading your fingers and tugging as her locks with a throaty moan and rasping “That’s it” while she eats you out with a fervor

[emsvegetables]

“I'm in the middle of an Ushijima thirst and this man hoooo. So maybe ushijima teaching his two kiddos volleyball like his father before him and you watching the scene unravel. Like he'll be passing the ball to his 6 year old son while he raises his 4 year old daughter up to spike the ball as best she can. Them just being all cute and wholesome. Eiejwjwkwisn I'm dead yall.-🦊”

i’m not sure what you want anon so i wrote a quick drabble!!! heh hope you like it :)

It’s a typical Saturday morning when you wake up and realise that Ushijima’s not laying beside you on the bed.

“Toshi?” you call, and roll out of the bed to hear giggles waft through the window.

You poke your head out of the window, and grin when you hear your daughter’s giggles again.

“DADA! Mama’s up there!” your daughter quickly notices you and points one of her little fingers up at you, directing Ushijima’s attention to you.

“Are you going to sleep in more, baby?” he calls, and you shake your head and smile as your son waves up at you.

“I’m coming down in a bit, Toshi! I just need to wash up!” you say, and he nods at you and you shoot a smile at him, and duck back into your room to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

When you finally trudge down to the first floor, you hear your daughter’s giggles once more, and grin when you see Ushijima lifting her up to spike the ball against your son.

When he sets her down, your daughter runs straight to you, and tucks her head into your thigh.

“Mama! Dada taught me how to spike today!” she declares proudly, after pressing a sloppy kiss onto your thigh,” i’m going to become a win spika just like Dada!”

“A wing spiker! That’s really cool, sweetheart!” you smile and ruffle her hair, and she beams up at you, and presses another sloppy kiss onto your thigh before running back to hit the ball back to her brother.

“Good morning,” you hear a low rumble, and you look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes as he rests his hands gently on your waist.

“Morning, Toshi,” you say, and smile and when leans down to press a kiss onto your cheek,” how long have the kids been at it?”

“Only two hours,” he sheepishly says, and smiles slightly when you elbow him.

“Only two hours? They should have a water break,” you say and elbow him again, before turning to your kids,” KIDS! COME DRINK SOME WATER!!!!!”

The soft volleyball lands on the floor with a soft thud, and you laugh when you hear two pairs of feet running towards you, and you hear your son telling his sister that she must hold the cup carefully, or it will spill.

“Those are our kids, Toshi,” you tap the arm that’s resting on your waist quickly.”

“Yeah, (Y/N). Those are our kids,” Ushijima echoes after you softly, and presses another kiss onto your cheek.

ahhhh I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!!!

[trulymadlysydney]

Bestie I have so much to say! First of all I cannot tell you how much I hate Jeremy. Like blatantly lying and saying that he didn’t call Aimee his best friend to florita and telling florita he doesn’t know where she got that from? He’s such a dick I hate him. I feel like every new girl that comes in he’s interested in. It happened with Aimee and it happened again with florita. I want him out! And honestly I’m kind upset with florita for kissing Jeremy too. Like obviously it makes it better that she told korey after the fact but it just still feels… disrespectful to me.

What did you think about what javonny said about Isaiah being sketch? In my opinion I kinda agree with him. Especially when he was talking to cash after her date. He seems like the type of guy who gets jealous really easily either that or he does just suck at communicating. I don’t know if I like him honestly. There’s just something off about him that I can’t figure quite out.

When will talked about the boys needing to pee sitting down I was laughing so hard. And then he was like it protects your prostate like I’ve never heard that before what is this man going on about lmao. I love watching the interactions between the boys bc what’s better than this? Guys bein dudes.

Let’s talk about the new boys! Slade kinda surprised me tbh. He seems very down to earth and chill. Looking at him and Olivia together it makes sense and they do look good together but I love javonny so much and if he got dumped I think I would lose my mind. I have a sneaking feeling she will pick slade at the next recoupling so I’m kinda :( about it ya know.

Dude let me just say… Wes is so hot. Like I know I said I liked him more bc he was from denver but bro he’s so handsome and his smile is dangerous. And obviously Aimee and cash are my two favorite girls and I hate that they’re both interested in the same guy but I think Aimee and Wes are a better match. I mean Wes with either girl would be great but I’m leaning towards Aimee more. They would be an absolute power couple I think. They’re both so good looking my bi ass would lose it lol.

And who do you think is going to be single at the next recoupling? I hate to say it but it might be javonny and I hope to god it’s Jeremy single too but florita is being a little weird tbh. I hope we get to vote between the single guys after the recoupling to save one bc if Jeremy is single I would vote for the other person no matter who it is. Anyway fuck Jeremy all my friends hate Jeremy- E

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY IM FINALLY ALL CAUGHT UP WITH LAST NIGHTS EPISODE AND TONIGHT'S ON PARAMOUNT+ AND... HOOOO BOY DO I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT

Why is this season way more dramatic than the last two? Holy shit everyone is talking shit behind everyone's back, everyone's into everyone else's partner like ?!?! this is insane?

I'm SO over Jeremy and Florita. Florita is snakey af and so is Jeremy. I feel SO sad for Korey dude... like the ONE person he's been into, she goes and does this. And fuck Jeremy for doing this also?

I don't remember if this is from last nights episode or from the one on Paramount+ (so if this is spoilery I apologize) but I wish Aimee wasn't so into Jeremy. Like I get it and I've definitely been in that position and I feel so bad for her but its like GIRL is that really the kind of guy you want to be with? Aimee is slowly becoming my new favorite tbh she deserves to much better. I want Aimee with Wes more than anything in this whole entire world.

(Also can I say something that you're lowkey going to hate me for.... I'm kind of over Cash thinking she's the main character dklfjdskj like I get it and she's still my number one favorite girl but like.... I feel like she thinks that literally everything is a personal attack and that she's the only person who's good at communicating. Which like, she is one of the best communicators but like... idk hopefully you'll know what I mean.)

That being said though, I AGREE, I don't think I trust Isaiah all that much. Trina even said she wasn't a fan of him and I agree. I feel like he's just playing the game, trying to go for the first person that gives him attention. Something is DEFINITELY off. And part of what I think annoyed me with Cash was her conversation with Isaiah when he was like "that's not what I meant" and she was like "but that's what you said" like YALL. This is why two Capricorns should never date.

I LOVE THE NEW BOYS SO MUCH (and I want to say something that was only on the exclusive episode SO bad but I have to save it if you haven't seen it and UGH!)

((IN THE EXCLUSIVE EPISODE A COUPLE WENT TO THE HIDEAWAY AND IT WAS STEAMMMYYY? I WAS LIKE DEADASS ARE THEY ALLOWED TO FUCKING SHOW THIS?))

WILL IS SO CUTE SHUT UP I LOVE HIM SO MUCH and like I know he and Kyra are so predictable and like... safe but like DUDE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I honestly.... really see Olivia and Javonny sticking it out at this point, and hopefully you get to see the Paramount + episode because you'll see what I mean. Like, they crack each other up. It's a slow burn but it's adorable to watch and I really like their energies together.

Random question, and idk if you'll have the answer, but do you know if we're getting Casa Amor this season?? Cause I think that would be insane to throw into the mix lolol

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Life update nobody asked for :)

Hoooo weeee... we're like 3 weeks into 2020 and i know the world is lookin r o u g h rn... but i just wanted to take some time to shout into this wonderful dark blue void we call tumblr for a sec

I put all of it under a readmore, but tl;dr is that i got time off of work this week and next week to write some more fishy articles for yall! Also i filed for divorce last nov, which should be finalized by may, and i am so SO excited for this year :)

2019 was a rly wild year... i think its the most personal growth ive experienced and i dont regret any part of it (even though some parts were genuinely terrifying or rly hard to go through).

I lived somewhat independently for most of it (i rly loved having a place to myself :3 even tho taking care of it and myself and all the kiddos was sometimes hard, it was wonderful to have so much freedom and independence).

I made lots of new friends :D

I filed for divorce! (this ones a big'un and by far the best! Itll be final in may hopefully). I had to say goodbye to the cats and the dog (i couldnt keep them and my ex was the one who brought them home originally. He moved to a place with a backyard and more people to help take care of them. It was definitely in their best interest but I do still miss them♡).

I moved back in with my parents, but got to keep all of my other babies :3 the pumpkin patch sling im raising went thru their first molt (fingers crossed they continue to eat like a tank and grow up big n strong). My hamster is an old man now but the vet said hes lookin great for such an old man :) it makes my heart happy that he'll be around a while longer ♡

I got a raise at work! Ive had this job for over a year now and i like my coworkers. Bossman gives us days off when we ask and cooks everyone home made lunch when he comes in once a week :p

I decided to take time off of school to sort out my life and academic habits. Most of it has to do with anxiety (hence the counseling) and developing healthier coping mechanisms. Also figuring out what I really want to do... because i dont have to consider how my career will affect anyone but me now... so im switching to environmental science :) it doesnt pay as well as computer science, but im more passionate about it and even when i went thru a rly bad depressive episode last year and failed half my classes... i aced the heck out of my ES ones and enjoyed the material :)

I signed back up for counseling! Went to my first appointment last week and my therapist is super dope.

I wrote some freelance pieces. (Which i have been very very slow to finish recently... i hope to have some more turned in soon tho! I’m sending in my tiger barb care article today and I asked for some more days off at work to be able to work on freelance more! Ive only had 1 day off per week for the past few weeks @.@ but I had 3 days off this past week so no excuses!!)

I started new hobbies! I got a sewing machine for xmas (shout out to my mom, who is the dopest woman i know) and am excited to try some more challening projects :p i made some simple stuff, but i really wanna make plushies!

I finally found a dnd group and its SO MUCH FUN :3 ive only been to 2 sessions now but the dm is great and also patient about all my newbie questions :3 reddit has also been v helpful ^-^ I’ve also been having a ton of fun dndiying stuff for my character (like spell cards/stat cards) and making miniatures with sculpey (first time working with polymer clay, so thats been cool too) :3

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Going into 2020 im really excited to travel this year. I’m going to denver next month!!! and possibly a cruise with friends at the end of the summer?? we’ll see :p I’m also excited to get more into my new hobbies (DND, sewing, miniature-making, etc) and getting back into to older hobbies (terrariums, scrapbooking, snail mail, etc). I’m trying to go back to school in the fall as well so fingers crossed my change-of-major gets approved >w<

all in all though, i’m hype for 2020 and i hope everyone has a good year too :)