#i dont care if it sounds cringe to anyone

[scereplop]

sonnet 60, William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight And time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truths And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to time in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

One night around a week ago I stayed up till a little past 1 in the morning to memorise this sonnet. I always end up doing something along the lines of this, with some piece of work my brain won't let me stop thinking of, before a language exam of any sorts, and for some (strange, maybe) reason it works wonders each time. Maybe some of my teachers don't believe so, but what matters the most to me is how happy I am with my work. I know to an extent what I am capable of if I be honest with myself, and the way in which I often write my essays can be quite unconventional (and it gets me in trouble loads), so I don't take their words as gospel.

Of the few sonnets that Shakespeare wrote that I managed to read that night, this I would say is probably my favourite. I still have shy of a hundred left to go and my opinion is swayed easily so I don't believe it will remain so for long. But whilst it is, I'd like to relive the world I built around this sonnet during that exam, I'd like to write down what I created as something I can keep; something I can share. It is impossible to rewrite exactly what I had that day, given it has already been almost four days since, and my memory, though not half bad most definitely does not have the capacity to remember a story written in a flurry of ideas though it was I who wielded the pen. But it was I who wielded the pen, and it was I who saw the house the tale took place in, and it was I who lived it through in my mind. So then I am perfectly capable of rebuilding it, flaws and all, and so I will.

Maybe not now though, for there is much of it to speak of and it will take a long time to write it all out with the level of detail I require, and time I do not have at the moment. But I will, eventually. Thankfully stories are timeless and when I do have time for it (in a few days I assume), it will be done. For now I shall only name it, so I can keep this outline as organised as possible with the aid of a tag, but nice names are difficult to come up with. How do I name the road down which a house sat, a house beside the seashore with innards familiar to me, which housed people with familiar faces but not behaviour? I do not truly know this place yet though it feels like I do. I know it, somewhere within me.

I shall give it a codename instead, until I can truly decide. I do know that in my original essay, as I had written it as if I had tried to bring the sonnet to life, I described that road and that house and that seashore as a place 'where time stayed his scythe', and so that it shall remain.

[reel-fear]

Honestly, every single time the whole 'poppy playtime is a bendy rip-off' stuff ever shows up I find it all extremely unconvincing and silly.

For one thing, rip-off usually is meant to imply that it's a cheap lazy copy of a better more polished thing, and uh. Sorry but even from chapter 1? Poppy Playtime is a better game than Bendy, it has a simple but understandable story, the game manages to be thrilling, creepy, and very intense at times... I mean that Huggy chase in the vents ALONE puts it way above Batim for me.

I mean BATDR had the most slow stupid chase I've ever seen [and every other encounter with the ink demon is text telling u he's there and then a timer goes down and u get jumpscared] and batim's chases were either silly or just not nearly as theatric or terrifying as that.

When making the vent sequence I mean not only is it absolutely horrifying to realize how fast Huggy is in there but also it's so theatric and cool? The fact that you round a corner after thinking you escaped only to see a terrifying animation of that thing crawling toward you is awesome! I wish Bendy had stuff like that!

And all the stuff it shares with Bendy are generic things Bendy ripped from other horror games/media anyways. I'm not saying Poppy Playtime isn't inspired by Bendy I for sure think it is but Bendy is such a generic story that somehow fails to do tropes 100 other horror games have done any comparison only makes Poppy Playtime look better.

"It has employees being sacrificed for their company" That is not a concept Bendy invented, literally look at any of the sci-fi horror series Bendy is very inspired by. This is literally a twist in the original Alien.

"It has a scary woman forcing you to do tasks for her" Once again, not a concept Bendy invented, a scary mysterious person forcing you to do fetch-quests is a concept found in tons of horror media. And at least Poppy Playtime gave you a chase with her and let you defeat her, look at poor malice. She's barely on screen for more than 10 minutes before she gets stabbed.

"It has a cult worshipping the monster" This is something tons of horror games and media have done too. I mean In The Tall Grass has a guy who worships a giant magical rock in the middle of a grass maze, Bioshock [which Bendy has only been taking more and more direct inspiration from while failing to grab any of the compelling parts] also had a lot of themes of religion and cult-ish behavior, almost every horror media franchise has at one point done a cult thing.

Bendy couldn't even come up with a reason Sammy worships the ink demon, the best motivation we've ever gotten is just that 'he's crazzyyyy the ink made him insaneeee'. Who is the cheap rip-off here?

At least Poppy Playtime gave their cultist a motive for worshipping the monster + a proper boss fight that feels intense and looks awesome! Bendy didn't even let you kill Malice [she got stabbed in front of you and then just collapsed on the floor how thrilling] meanwhile you get to kill three of the villains in Poppy Playtime and the gameplay and action in those scenes have only gotten better as the game went on.

I mean Sammy walks into a room and goes "AAA SCARY I'M BEING MURDERED" then later shows up and for NO REASON sees a normal human man and assumes it's the ink demon before once again someone else kills him for you. In Poppy Playtime you defeat Catnap as he floods the world with this horrible nightmare-inducing gas that intensifies the color palette and his design. Fight off versions of him that are illusions that you need your flare gun for, then watch in a wonderful animation as he mistakes the monster for his savior before getting killed by it, in a brutal way I might add, which game are we accusing of being cheap, lazy garbage again?

I just find this argument to be people who Really Really need to find a reason to hate Poppy Playtime which I think is silly. The devs being weird, shady people is already enough reason to dislike the game, you don't need to invent reasons why secretly every part of the game is malicious or bad. But esp when I see Bendy fans saying they don't support Poppy Playtime or dislike it bc of its devs or even saying its cringe ummmm.

I have bad news about the fact Bendy's devs are worse and it took not one, but TWO over an hour long videos to cover it all. Plus the Bendy games are just the worse games in every aspect, if I could sell my batim copy for a copy of Poppy Playtime I wouldn't hesitate at all.

Saying this as a bendy fan, we have no right to be super judgy towards Poppy Playtime. If Poppy Playtime is embarrassing cringe, Bendy is too and is way more embarrassing of an interest. We shouldn't spread misinformation just because we all want to hate Poppy Playtime, you can dislike Poppy Playtime without making up a bunch of nonsense to justify it.

Honestly seeing people just blatantly be unfairly mean to Poppy Playtime only makes its critics look worse and makes it hard to take any backlash to the games seriously. Because surprise surprise if you spread misinformation to make a point people will quickly stop listening to Anything you have to say bc they won't trust you're telling the truth anymore.

[bowtiestash]

god. i watched one ep of helluva boss and i wanna post my thoughts here.

i fucking hated it, man. i unironically find it cringe i really dont wanna be that guy thats like, "ITS CRINGE!!!" but the humor just doesnt click with me (i dont even know if its supposed to be funny).

and the thing about this show that irks me is that the show is Very Adult but it looks to be its targetted for edgy teens. which makes me kinda uncomfortable...?? i honestly dont know how this show is so fuckin popular, man. at least from what i can tell from the first ep, it just made me die inside from how... Overly Edgy and Corny it was.

[kuzunoha-xiv]

whenever i post drawings on my twitter i barely get attention, probably because its not trendy stuff or because hashtags dont work and while i mostly draw for myself and for fun, i wont deny it makes me feel a little bummed out. but at the same time do i really want to get attention or more followers? it would probably stress me out or make me feel unconfident about what i do or post. its my inner struggle, i want people to see my content but at the same time i don't.

[holytrickster]

honestly i get embarrassed i don't have like. a single other interest I'm as into because i just know everyone around me is probably sick of it

[p33p33p00p00]

AUGH

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe taking care of a drunk you at a party and you thank him for his actions in a sexy way

warnings: smut, oral sex, lil angst, degrading, lil fluff, and something else idk though + a whole lot of cringe writing

a/n: this is the first ever story i wrote and posted on tumblr i found so dont judge me

word count: 2.4k

"Do we seriously have go to this party Rafe" you say as he gets out of the Uber along with other friends. "Yes y/n Topper invited me and if I have to deal with this then so do you" Rafe says as he begins to walk towards the house party while tugging you along. As you approach the house Topper comes out of the house and greets all of you.

"Hey guys, welcome to the party" he says as he slightly slurs his words probably due to the alcohol. "Make sure to have some fun" he also says as he motions you all into the house, as you enter the house the sound of music becomes louder and louder with the smell of alcohol overwhelming everyone's senses.

"I hate this already" you says as he begins to walk towards the kitchen for the drinks as rafe follows close behind, while everyone else in the group goes their separate ways. You enter the kitchen and make two shots of vodka for yourself and Rafe.

Let's try not to get hella drunk tonight okay" Rafe says as he takes the shot. "We'll see" you say as you take the shot, visibly wincing at the taste. As you start to feel the effects of the drink Rafe drags you to the living room to dance. He grabs you by the waist and begins to dance with you, but you push him off. "What's wrong y/n" Rafe says as he backs up a little, "Our friends are right there" you say as you look around nervously, not wanting anyone to find out you're dating rafe cameron.

"C'mon baby it's not like anyone is gonna care what we do" Rafe says as he slowly makes his way back to holding you. "And plus I want everyone in this party to know who you belong to" he says as he whispers in your ear and squeezes your ass.

You jolt at the feeling and run to the kitchen to get another drink, you pour yourself two shots and take one but as you're about to take the second one you hear a voice "y'know you probably shouldn't be taking that many shots" the voice says, you turn around and lough and behold it's Topper.

"And who are you to tell me how many shots I can take Topper" you say as you look up at the obviously drunk man. "I mean I wouldn't want some guy taking advantage of a sweet little thing like you" Topper says as he moves closer to you

"Thanks but I think I'll be fine on my own" you say as you make another drink, "Really... you here with anyone special tonight" the man says as he slides your drink away from you. "Nope just some friends" you say as you slide your drink back to you while looking visibly annoyed. "Well do you think your friends would mind if me and you went to our own room" Topper says as he begins to lick his lips and undress you with his eyes. "No I think I'm good" you say as you try and get up due to feeling uneasy. "C'mon don't act like that" the drunken boy says as he grabs your arm and doesn't let go. You try and wiggle out of his grip but it tightens, "Let go of me you fucking weirdo" you say as you try and yank your arm away but you can't break Topper's grip.

Rafe takes notice of this and runs to your aid. "Hey let go of him!" Rafe yells as he punches Topper in the face. "What the fuck dude I was just flirting with him" Topper yells as he holds his bruising face and begins to stand up. "Are you guys banging or something" Topper says with a smile on his face, as he says this rafe is about to punch him but you stop him. "Rafe just let it go" you say slightly drunk but still conscious.

Your friends run over to check on you. "What happened" one of them ask, "Nothing just a little dispute" Rafe says as he holds you up from your drunkenness. "Is y/n okay" another friend ask. "Yeah I'm fine just a little tired" you say as you slut some words, "We should probably go then" the friends say. "No no no you guys stay and have fun I just need to lay down" you say as you lean more on rafes shoulder for support.

Don't worry I can take care of him" rafe says as he looks down at you with caring eyes. "Yeah I think there's a empty room upstairs" your friend suggests. "Okay then you guys go have a good time I got y/n" rafe says as he helps you up the stairs. He searches for an empty room but along the way walks in on some couples 'having fun' until he finally finds an empty room.

He walks in and lays you on the bed as you lie awake but drunk and slightly tired. "Thanks for carrying me up the stairs" you say to the caring and courageous man. "It was no problem Topper was just being a major dick to you" he angrily says as he lays next to you in the bed, you roll over to look at rafe, staring into his light blue eyes and admiring his soft skin and hands. "Just saying what you did was really hot, you were like my knight in shining armor" you say as you scoot closer to rafe.

"Oh really now? It was hot you say" rafe says as he looks you up and down liking his lips, "How hot?" Rafe asks as he grabs you by the hips and drags you on top of him, both of your knees straddling his lap. "This hot" you say as you lean down and kiss rafe passionately, "You wanna show me that is more detail" rafe asks as his hands make their way to your ass, squeezing and gripping it roughly.

As you're kissing rafe you almost fall but rafe catches you, "Don't worry baby I got you" he says as he brings you back to your original position now moving his hands to your hips for stability as you move your hands to his chest, slightly squeezing them along the way. You both then pull back for an air break, "Wanna take this a little further" rafe says while breathing heavily as he tugs at your shirt. "Always" you say as you quickly take off your shirt and pants, now being left in only your underwear, and rafe follows suit, now being left in his boxers.

Rafe admires your body in shock, sliding his hands up and down your chest all the way back down to your ass, "You're so hot baby,I just can't resist you" he says as he leans up to kiss you again. You lean into the kiss as you push rafe into the bed, then moving to his neck as you leave hickeys up and down it, as you do this you hear his breathy moans signaling for more. "You're so beautiful rafe, do you know that" you say as you lift from your attack on his neck

You're more beautiful y/n" he says as he grabs your hips and grinds your ass on his growing boner making you moan out. "You like that don't you babe" he says in a seductive voice as he continues to admire your body. "Yes daddy" you say unknowingly, making rafe stop abruptly which makes you whine out "rafeee why did you stop" you ask. "Did you just call me daddy" rafe ask as he looks up at you with hornyness in his eyes, I comes back to you that you called him daddy, "What, you like being called daddy" you say seductively to him, making him grind your ass on his clothes dick harder.

You want my dick?" rafe asks you as he moves to groping your ass again. "Yes please" you whine as you paw at rafes underwear, wanting it off immediately. Rafe then looks up at you as he removes his underwear, signaling you to remove yours leaving you both now completely in the nude.

You then slowly grab rafes dick and admire it and then you begin pumping it up and down, which slightly draws moans out of rafe. "Faster" rafe brokenly says, making you pick up the pace now jerking rafe off at a fast pace making him break out into moans. Rafe now thrusting into your palm for more friction, desperately wanting to cum. "M'gonna cum" rafe moans out so signaling you too remove your hand just before he bursts. "Y/nnn" rafe whines out "what was that for" he says as he lifts up.

For the main event" you say as you straddle his lap again, now with your ass right against his rock hard dick. "You ready?" you say as you guide his dick to your hole, as he nods you sink onto his dick, drawing a loud moan out the both of you which is luckily covered up by the loud music. "Oh fuckkkk y/n you feel so good" rafe yells out, feeling you up and down as you ride him "you feel even better daddy" you whine to him. Saying this releases some animal inside rafe, making him flip you over onto your back with him on top, "Call me that again" rafe orders, "Daddy you feel so good deep in me" you say confidently making him grip your hips roughly and pound into you at an animalistic pace. You begin moaning out loudly, resulting in rafe taking his boxers and shoving them into your mouth to shut you up.

"Harder" you muffledly say through the boxers, "You want me to pound this hole harder slut" rafe says in a low but commanding tone, "mhmm" you moan. After you say this rafe begins to assault your hole harshly making you moan messily "Oh yeahhh baby let me hear those sweet moans you can make" rafe says as he leaves some hickeys on your neck. "Who's little slut are you y/n" rafe says seductively as he takes the gag put of your mouth, "you daddy, only yours" you moan.

That's right and who will be the only one filling this hole" rafe says as he wraps his hands around your neck. "You daddy, your the only one that can fuck me right" you moan and whine out as you try and stay sane from the constant fucking. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it" rafe asks as his thrusts into you become more and more sloppy. "In me, I want it deep in my hole rafe" you cry out, "ask and you shall receive" rafe lowly says as he picks up the pace even more and begins fucking your hole numb. After a short while rafe yells out "Here I comes y/n" as he floods your hole with cum as you both moan loudly and you cum just shortly after.

You both plop back on the bed, rafe then pulls out of your hole, leaving the cum to drip out of your fucked body. You both lay there tired out, still drunk,and covered in sweat, "that was really fun" I say as I drift off to sleep, "yeah that really was" rafe says as he breaths heavily. Rafe looks over to you and sees that you feel asleep "oh shit" rafe whispers to himself as he gets up and puts his clothes before sneaking out the room to the bathroom. Rafe sneaks into the bathroom and grabs a rag and a bowl of water before then running back to the room, there he admires your sleeping body as he wipes the sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids while stealing a few touches here and there. After he finishes wiping you off he puts your clothes back on, making sure to be very thoughtful of your slumbering body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the room.

As rafe makes it downstairs your friends approach him, "Is y/n okay" one friend asks. "Yeah he's fine just a little worn out" rafe says as a grin spreads across his face "We're just gonna uber home" rafe continues as he adjusts grip on you. "Okay I'll call one for you" another friends speaks as they pull their phone out and orders the car. After a few minutes of waiting the Uber pulls up to the house and rafe walks to the car, as he opens the door he slides you in lightly before getting in the car himself. "Hey bro can you make sure to drive slow, i don't wanna wake my boyfriend" rafe asks the driver nicely as the driver agrees to his request. After about half an hour you arrive at rafes house, when the driver pulls up to estate rafe carefully carries you out the car before he turns and enters the house, he walks up the stairs quietly as not to alert the other sleeping occupants of the home.

As he makes it to his room he lays you down on the bed trying not to wake you up but you subsequently wake up not knowing where you are, "Rafe?" you call out "I'm right here babe" rafe reassures you as he caresses your back lightly. "What happened" you say groggily as you rub your eyes to fix your blurry vision, "You fell asleep at the party" rafe says lightly "Ohhh yeahhh the party that was fun, especially our fun" you say as you smirk while reminisce on the passion fueled time "You can say that again" rafe chirps as he chuckles at the comment, "But I think its time we go to bed" rafe says as he lays down with a long sigh, now comfortable in his own bedroom while he pulls you closer to him. "Hey rafe" you lightly speak "yeah y/n" rafe answers back, "thanks for the great time tonight" you say as you turn around and kiss him passionately before turning back over and drifting to sleep while tightly wrapped in his arms, "you're welcome love" rafe says as he falls asleep while nestled in the nook of your neck.

[xo-myloves]

I have another request but i dont wanna be the weird bitch who keeps asking for imagines lmao 😫😫😫😫 but like if you ever feel like it and you don't need to write it right now or anything BUT IF YOU WANT TO could you do a slash(him rn, oldie) imagine when y/n is friends with london and his relationship isnt going well so Y/N is like his young side bitch LMAO 👉👈😮‍💨 so whenever he fights with his wife he comes to you and like you cook for him and you watch movies etc and y/n makes him feel young and whatever else and HOT!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT THIS MAN NAKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really love your writing btw 🫶

it’s okay request as much as you want 😋

(Omg this photo from when he was in velvet revolver🙂‍↔️)

WARNING ‼️ (smut, fingering, pet names, overstimulation, age gap,) I think that’s all🥲

𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝚂𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙳

I’ve been friends with this guy named London, he used to go to my high school until we graduated, and we stayed in touch, and guess fucking what, this motherfuckers dad was slash.

Yes the slash.

The fucking guitar player for Guns ‘N’ Roses, my favorite band of all time, I grew up on them, my dad basically raised me on them, and I even started playing guitar because of slash, and now I knew the fucker?

Did I tell London this? No fucking way, he would never let me over, it had to be obvious though, every time I go over there, I’m like a horny spaze over his father, and best believe when I graduated, I lived there basically, did slash have a wife. Yes.

That’s didn’t fucking stop me.

I would always be around him, like a lost puppy, London didn’t notice as much, but slash had too. It was pathetic, wearing subjective clothing, and showing off my breasts since I knew he had a thing for them, it’s not like I haven’t seen his instagram.

But it didn’t seem wrong, we were close, did his wife hate me? Fucking probably, but I honestly didn’t care, she was a bitch to him, and I know I could treat him better.

All I wanted was to be with that man, he was everything I ever wanted, he was a huge horror movie fan, loved music, fucking played the music I loved, and we loved a lot of the same topics, and when I would sleepover, I would go downstairs, knowing slash was a night owl, we would just sit on his couch and talk for hours.

Recently something has been off, London didn’t want to tell me, but I could tell slash and meegan were having problems, I heard them arguing earlier in the day, I tried to talk to him, but he pushed me away, he didn’t want to talk to anyone, it honestly made me upset.

All I wanted was to hold him and play with his hair and tell him how great he is, how he doesn’t deserve her, how I could be better. I can be better. I would be better.

And tonight was like any other night, I was sleeping over at Londons house, I was sitting in his room, bored as all hell, he was out, snoring and everything, so I made my way downstairs, originally wanting to get water, but kinda wishing slash was down there. Maybe I could talk to him about everything.

I tried to be quiet walking down the stairs, they were always so damn creaky.

As I made my way down to the stairs, I heard panting almost? I was confused, as I got to the bottom step, I saw the back of slash head, only his silhouette, since the TV was on, it lit him up.

But his head was throw back, and I realized he was the one that was panting, I got closer to only see him jerking himself off, my legs almost gave up on themselves.

My heat pooled, felt like it was going down my legs, I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to make a sound, but I had a wave of confidence go threw my body, and I walked right up to him, standing in front of him.

Trying not to cringe at myself, I hated being confident, but around him, I felt like I could.

“Oh shit, fuck, sorry.” Slash looked up in worry, covering himself, getting the blanket next to him, I started nodding my head “no” right away.

“No, no, no it’s okay, let me help.” I whispered the last part, sitting down next to him, he raised an eyebrow, I tried to put my head in his thigh and I wanted to rub it up to his member, but he stopped my hand with his.

His eyes went big, I could see his member through the blanket, my pussy was throbbing at this point, “y/n… come on, you know we can’t.” He had a smile on his face, it almost like he wanted too, but he knew he couldn’t.

I smiled at him back, there was so much sexual tension, it wasn’t even funny, are hands were still on top of each others, “slash, let me make you feel good.” I whined to him, squeezing his hand slightly, he looked around, then grabbed my waist, putting me in his lap, grabbing my face, and slamming his lips onto mine.

I felt euphoric. I felt like I was on cloud 9, I have always wanted this moment, for fucking years. Feeling his shaft under me, was… I couldn’t even explain.

His hands traveled to my ass, his hands were soft, yet rough, he massaged my ass softly, kissing down my neck, I couldn’t help myself from grinding on him, I saw his eyebrow go up, “you’re one eager little girl, aren’t ya?” He spoke in a soft deep tone.

“I can’t help it, I mean, look where we are.” I giggled, putting my hands around his neck, titling my head, looking into his eyes, before grinding one more time, it was so fucking amazing, I felt him. Since he only had the blanket under him.

“Can you be quiet?” He grinned, kissing my lips once more, slinging his hand that was previously on my ass to the front of my stomach, I looked down as he started to play with the hem of my shorts.

I nodded my head, biting my lips barely, all I needed was him. I needed something. Anything.

He smiled, pulling down my shorts, I lifted up, leaving them on the ground, leaving my only in my Lacey black thongs, his finger tips went down to my clit, playing with it so softly.

My lips parted at his action, my eyes had a glaze over them, he licked his lips, loving how he had me, only after a few touch’s. “Just stay quiet doll.” He smiled, laying a kiss my exposed neck.

I gave a small whimper in response, he brought his full fingers to my clit, rubbing it roughly now, his other hand was behind my neck now, making me look at him.

“Does this feel good honey?” He was so soft, so gentle. I loved every moment. “Yes, yes, it really does.” I whined, as he slide his fingers down to my entrance, teasing it softly, before slipping his middle finger into me.

Pumping it in and out, making me moan quietly, I gasped when he pushed his second digit into me. “Stay quiet, you don’t wanna get in trouble? Don’t ya? We wouldn’t want that now.” He smirked, bringing my head to the crook of his neck.

After he said those words, I was invested, I needed to know what “trouble” was, whatever it was or is, I needed it. Now.

Soooo I started moaning louder, louder than I should’ve, even though I was in his neck, it was definitely still audible, he pulled me by my hair to make me look at him.

“I told you to be quiet, now shut the fuck up.” He gritted through his teeth, I didn’t even notice that he took off the blanket, pulling his fingers out of me, whining at the lost of him, and then he just slammed into me, giving me now warning, and his thrusts were fast and hard.

He wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

My eyes shoot open, mouth parted wider, and I brought myself closer to him. He grabbed my ass, pounding into me, his hand that was on my hair, is now on my mouth, forcing me to be quiet.

Fuck this is going to be a long night.

𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁

“FUCK SLASH, NO MORE, IM SO FUCKING SENSITIVE!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, we were in his bedroom now, he had me bent over his bed, still pounding into me, I already cummed four times…

I know.

I felt a hand slap my ass, and I went to look back, his head was fully back, his thrusts got sloppy, I knew he was close, finally.

He grabbed my hips, using me, not caring what I said, it’s not like it didn’t feel good. It was so much at once.

I loved every moment.

“S-SHIT FUCK.” His voice got higher, shooting his seed into me, coating my walls, my legs trembling, I felt his body weight in my back, after he came he just laid on top of me for a good minute. I giggled softly, at this action, he rolled over next to me, looking to the side at me.

“Well, that was…. Um, unexpected.” He chuckled, moving his hair off his sweaty forehead, grabbing my waist, bringing me closer to his sweaty torso. “ I’ve always wanted to do that.” I mumbled under my breath, he scooted up the bed, laying in the middle of the bed with me in his big muscular arms, his hair tickling my shoulder.

“I know, I know.” He laughed, kissing my cheek, before getting off the bed. “Where ya going?” I looked up, he smiled at me, “I’m fucking showering, I have too many body fluids on me.” I laughed at his joke, realizing he was right.

fuck that was a night.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

after a good night sleep in slash’s arms, his shampoo filling my nostrils, having clean clothes on both of our body’s, I was worried his wife was going to walk in on us, but thank fuck she wasn’t coming home anytime soon, she went on a business trip or whatever slash said, I kinda zoned out.

While he was still sleeping like a baby, I decided to be the wife he should have, making him a hearty warm breakfast, when I started cooking the bacon, he immediately got up, walking to the kitchen.

“Are you cooking?” Slash said in a sleepy tone, leaning against the counter, tilting his head, with a big smile on his face, I nodded my head, not looking away from the pan, scared I was going to get burned.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and a kiss on my neck, “you doing this for me doll?” He spoke in a whisper tone, my heart felt so warm at his touch.

“I wanted to show you, I could be a better wife.” I heard a deep chuckle from him, making my panties getting wet all over again, even though my body was covered with bruises, hickeys, marks, anything imaginable.

“You proved that last night doll.”

(Sorry it took so long)

[rat-packer]

You, D, and the witnesses.

Includes: intox (mostly weed), forced masc, FTM, feral, public/exhibition, autoandrophilia, roachification. Interpret however you want.

Your buddy D lets you in his home and sizes you up. “You look so fucking different dude, like a different person.” You scratch the itch from the tight neckline of your form fitting sweater as the observation makes you slightly flushed. “Thanks dude,” you mutter back, immediately cringing at your voice not going as low as his. You clear your throat. "Ok, enough gay shit," he says back. You both laugh.

“It’s about time I go to one of your famous parties,” you say, acknowledging your recent distance. You catch up with him.

Two other people have joined and it’s time to begin smoking. D tugs at the bottom of your sweater and you sit down with them. It has been so long since you've smoked, that the urge starts feeling fulfilled before you even start. Your everyday worries already melt away. Your tolerance has significantly weakened, closer and closer to that of an amateur. D passes the blunt to you, accidentally grazing your stubbly jaw and neck, thickened by hormones. They’re looking at you, you better take it like a man.

Instead, you inhale without thinking and start coughing the smoke in his face, wheezing. He puts a hand on your upper chest and tells you to take another. "Why the fuck do i need permission?" you said, trying to sound sly. You’re already getting high. "You've been way too tense man, and you’re always coming to me overthinking.” He slaps your back. You’re no longer coughing. “Plus, I know you want more so come on," he said, making your small testosterone filled dick twitch.

You take in even more smoke, fulfilling that unmet craving, and the room smoothly fills with the delicious smell. your back relaxes and your legs spread. The rotation continues and he encourages you. Everyone makes occasional conversation about whatever new movie is out, or the most recent bullshit fight they got into. Everyone's voice becomes deeper, gravely and relaxed, until your world is fully consumed with being high. So much that you don’t notice you’re taking fuller hits than everyone else. You've gotten wet and dont care.

He offers you his jacket, a loose fitting thick flannel with fuzz on the inside. You change right there, throwing your musky sweater on him, showing everyone your binder and dark stomach hair, flannel slightly open. He looks at you and says “My man, you look so much better now that theres a stick out of your ass. Guess now I need to put MINE in." you and the others laugh. You feel your body reacting to his words. Any feelings of embarrassment about others seeing your body, or having this guy publicly come onto you turn into laughing and arousal. It turns into euphoria, and you move closer together.

A few minutes after your permanent stoner smile kicks in, he says “I knew you had this in you bro. You take backwoods to the face like no one else I know, and that’s after your break.” You’ve all finished the first blunt now. “I fully forgot how good this is, man,” you say back, liking the sound of your voice more than ever. Sure, you out smoked him after your break to prove something, but that also means you’re way higher than everyone else.

A bunch more people you don’t know make their way into the function. You’re confident right now, so you have no problems chopping it up.

Tension rises as you and him are both moving towards the kitchen for drinks. You wanted to race him but after two paces you shove into him and he stumbles. You laugh at him. You’re both messing with each other when you end up pushed against the counter.

You then feel his hard cock tucked into his waistband, pressed on your ass. He’s trying to hide how hot he’s feeling too. That’s when you realized: at this point you don't care if anyone is watching nearby or even through the windows.

“Oh I’ll fucking get you,” you said smiling. This energy of unrestricted masculinity, and you being so fucking high and sensitive to your environment, makes the weed and man musk in the air feel palpable. This is the first time you’ve felt yourself get hard through your pants. You want to take advantage of this new achievement.

He puts the full weight of his hand on your broad shoulder, the other on your ample, but comparably smaller hip. “Is that all you g-“ before he can finish, you turn around to ‘grab a beer on the counter’, and firmly push your t-dick on his bulge, and he lets out a moan. “Oh shit man” you say back, pretending it was accidental, “My fault,” but all other thoughts except him and you being watched leave your head. You know what’s about to happen, but you slowly reach for anything on the counter to make it look unintentional.

The new guys are murmuring, just noticing something sexy happened, but too high to react negatively. You both don’t move yet.

You’re face to face with him when you see his eyes shift from longing to shocked arousal.

You aggressively strip each other’s belts and jeans off at the same time, leaving loose boxers on, and both of your penises peeking out, his more now that he can’t tuck away his boner. As you’re feeling each other up, he says “You know your motives but it’s so hot when you pretend you don’t. You dumbass. That’s what boy sluts do you know that?” you can sense him going feral. You manage to let out a “Bro… I’m not-.. mmmffuck.”

You two are now only thinking with your cocks, but your high heightens your response to where you start to feel yourself dripping and heating up. He bumps his dick onto yours and uncontrollably moans “Holy fuck… I didn’t know that was possible after being on T.” You touch each other everywhere you can reach, both pervier than before. You’re now rubbing your tips together and his gets fully saturated with your wetness.

“Dude, did you think you could hide that?” he asked, and you swiftly replied “Did you think you could stop yourself regardless?” He moans again and grabs your ass. “And to think I was gonna wait till we were alone…” he adds. “The weed makes you so easy and slippery, man.”

Some of the other men have started feeling up their own dicks and one starts taking a video with a tent in his pants, adding to your arousal. Another one laughs mischievously, deep down knowing this is hot, and puts another blunt in your mouth so you can dive deeper into this tension filled pleasure. D smiles at him knowing it was the right move.

“I know you want this” you say, fully giving it up that you were pretending before. “You wanted a party, right bro? Let’s fucking start one.” You uncontrollably start humping him and in between smoking you use your tongue anywhere you can reach in this position.

You love being watched and filmed for even more people. You don’t care about your image or anything in this moment, you just wanna be horny with this man. You take even deeper hits of the blunt, and can feel precum leaking out of his dick covering yours as you both pleasure each other purely from rubbing your cocks together, both moaning huskily and whining. His starts going in circles around yours. When you blow smoke, you divert back to his sack, partially trying to make him cum early, and partially wishing it was attached to you. “You want these balls too?” He pushes you onto your knees and presses your face into his musky balls wet from sweat and you.

You’re twisted with glee knowing you can be a dumb boytoy he’s never had like this before. Your friendship will never be the same.

He’s able to hold back. “Hold on,” He pulls away, both of you panting. You can’t help but put your hand on your dick. He cracks open a cold beer after stroking your hairy stomach, and practically feeds it to you. “This will make you feel even hotter, you dirty boy” you both laugh, causing it to drip down your chin, under your binder and onto your happy trail. you push the can away halfway through and glare at 2 of the many hard men ogling his and your bodies. “Do you like the show?” You ask, wanting nothing more than to drain D.

TBC

Thanks for reading, let me know if you like it and want more or have suggestions

[fcknstar]

,, the innocence is gone "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( vesper )

summary : what happens when history tends to repeat himself?

content warnings : violence, betrayal, obsession.

**lowercase intended**

" ghostface would be attractive if he didnt kill.. " you voiced out, in your own world when the whole group turned to face you in shock. 

" uhm.. i think thats a bit far fetch dont you think? " mindy cringed. 

how can the thought of someone with a mask pull your heartstrings, or even turn you on.

" i mean, in my opinion he could be pretty hot. " you shrugged. 

the group wasnt new on your interests in slashers, criminals. you figured that it was always the attractive ones who killed. they just found it weird considering you, mindy, the carpenter sisters and chad nearly got killed by one. 

" coping mechanisms. " quinn laughed the tension off, with the rest awkwardly nodding. 

★ 

ever since ethan joined the group, you have been nothing but attached. how did a good looking guy - a snack - be so lonely. you thought he had someone in his mind, the one you knew you couldnt occupy. but he did. you. but he soon swallowed the feeling down to focus on his mission. he knew he had to kill you, so why did your existence crumble him. making him question about his true intentions. 

" i had econ! " he defended himself as mindy analyzed ethan. 

you saw ethan leaving the apartment so you did trust him. 

" mindy, he did leave the apartment, remember? " you whispered, eyes closed as you listened to the rustling sounds around you. 

" see? " 

" vesper, you are next in my list- " 

" what? just because i defended him doesnt make me the killer. and you know for a fact i would never considering the fucking shit weve been through! " you couldnt believe your ears, your own best friend not trusting you. 

" mindy, i think you are over- analysing everything right now. " sam sighed. she trusted you, even if she knew she couldn't trust anyone. but youve been there for her and tara since day one. 

" fine, but ethan is still on the top of my list. " ethan bringing his hands up in defeat. giving him a lopsided smile, he returned a sad smile back.

everyone were starting to turn their backs on their own people, those that had to relive such traumatic moments. 

★ 

" hello? " 

" hey, ves! i was wondering if you could head down to the library? i need your help. " your friends voice begging for a yes to come out from you. instead a -

" no, im sorry. im with ethan right now, catching up on some shit i dont understand. ill try to come down as soon as possible though! " ethans eyes darting to your face. he loved the way you said his name. how sweet and soft youd say it, as if he was a fragile doll you had to take care off. 

" oh man, alright sure! just text me - update me yea! bye! " a sigh was heard from the other side. 

" bye love~ " you giggled. you were often flirtatious with your closest friends. ethan - not knowing the gender of the caller, narrowed his eyes. 

" so sorry about that- " 

" who was that? " ethan couldnt help but ask. he just had to know. if you couldnt be his, you shouldn't be anyones. 

" lana, she needed help with something. i dont know. " ethan nodded. 

★ 

ethan has yet to leave your side since the van. he needed to be with you as long as he could before he killed you, as him or as ghostface. so when gale brought you and the others down to the shrine, you realized ethans hand around your wrist. 

looking up at him, him smiled. 

" cant let you leave my sight knowing youd go crazy over this stuff. might lose you on the way. " you chuckled. 

looking over the items, you couldn't help but wonder how did someone collect items that was about six years ago - or even more. walking up on stage, you grazed every piece of black robe that could be filled with blood. this was a new feeling and you liked it. 

" remember how you said that ghostface was attractive, i get how someone might like him. " ethan blurted out. 

" haha very funny eth. " rolling your eyes, knowing that he's just trying to annoy you. 

" i mean look at amber freeman. she was hot. quite literally. "

you stopped at amber freemans robe, such events replaying. 

" welcome to act three. " you stumbled backwards watching as she aimed the gun at you.

" its sad that that pretty face will be gone to waste. " amber made a pouty face. you liked amber, maybe more than just a friend. of course you found her attractive, even with her reveal. but you couldnt.

it felt as if someone took your heart out, squeezed it and pushed it back in. you had to digest so many information and your dumb brain couldnt handle it. you didnt want it to happen again, knowing you couldnt take another heart break.

" ves? " ethan placed an arm on your shoulder. 

" sorry? " 

" you alright? " you nodded, afraid that your voice might crack. 

you coped up with everything by searching on slashers, even learning their tactics. it was interesting to say the least. you soon became obsessed with one you didnt even acknowledge. you should have known.

★

sam and tara pulled you behind them as ghostface removed his mask, revealing ethan. 

his gloomy face was replaced with a menacing smile. you tuned everything out, realizing that everything this happening again. fuck, you thought. ethan was a shy dorky guy, and now standing in front of you is a killer that you liked. oddly enough, you didn't feel betrayed or even hurt. he looked hot, with his hair sticking to his forehead and his breathing heavy. thoughts of blood on his face couldnt help but flood your mind. you just didnt want to die. not yet. 

you didn't even realize when ethans rounding the corner, near the glass display you and sam were standing at. 

you being the closest one, he pulled you, placing the knife against your neck. 

" fuck, eth- " your voice died down in your throat when you felt him press the knife further into your neck. 

" no- " sam and tara wanted to run towards you when quinn stopped them. 

" no, no you little fuckers, you aren't going anywhere. " before walking towards them, ethan walked with you, following quinns steps. your back against his front, you felt his heart thumping hard. probably due to adrenaline. you were going to die. tonight. in the hands of ethan. 

quinn lunged forwards before tara smacked quinn with a brick, knocking her out. 

that was when bailey aimed the gun towards the sisters. 

" you brought a brick to a gun fight.. quite sad isnt it. that you have to die this way. "

" sam- " out of instinct, you jolted forward, forgetting the knife against your neck. you had cut your neck slightly, as you pushed yourself further behind against ethan. 

" you sweet dumb thing. too stupid to not realize that you may cut yourself. " ethan pouted before pulling you away from the others. 

sam and tara saw ethan pushing you forward with the knife against your back. shit, they thought. 

before you could even ask him where he was bringing you, he stabbed you in the arm. 

" ive always wanted to stick something in you, ves! " he smiled victoriously.

" fuck you, eth! " you breathed.

" is that an offer? " shaking his head, he continued, "since i like you, ill spare you. " 

he has made up his mind.

a.n : have been vv obsessed lately, requests coming soon <3

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐IF WALLS COULD TALK | CL16

summary — in which pillow talk leads to wondering if the growing feelings charles has for his best friend’s sister is worth bringing up

pairings — charles leclerc x fem!unnamed!verstappen!oc

pronouns — she/her

word count — 1276

note — i'll eventually learn to write in second person or smth some day. im so used to third person that anything else makes me feel so cringe but im working on it! hope you dont mind the unnamed ocs for now <3

WALLS HOLD SECRETS, MEMORIES, dreams and nightmares in the intricate confines of the gyprock and paint, locking themselves into the framework inside like the padlocks once on the pont des arts in paris. they hold conversations and phrases and sounds as if caught in a spider web, and the longer charles stared at the wall across the room, the more he reflected on the past. 

the past two years where he’d been trying not to cross the line, and the past year he had finally given into the insatiable need clawing in his stomach. he was finding it easier to breathe again, to sleep again, especially when the spot beside him in his bed was no longer cold and lifeless. 

she was the warmth taking up space on the left side of his bed, tucked up under all the blankets even though it was hardly cold. she wore just his shirts to bed, and the only time she would be able to sport ferrari was in the confines of his place in monaco, hidden away from the world so it was just them and their little puppy, leo. leo, who was thankfully still snoring in the other room so that they could enjoy the peace for just a little bit longer.

if the walls could talk, they would scream. they knew things others didn’t, secrets strung together and tangling to form unbreakable bonds, and if it were to get out there . . . neither of them wanted to find out. the thought was frightening enough.

she had her brother to worry about, and charles also shared that worry. max verstappen was one of the loveliest people in the world, but he had one rule: and that was that his baby sister wasn’t to get involved with his friends and coworkers. charles had thought nothing of the rule at first, always remembering her to be this little bubbly girl with her head in a book whenever he caught sight of her when they were kids. with the two years between them and the fact that he was always busy battling max for championships in karting, charles never had time to think about her until she’d started showing up to max’s races in 2021. 

“you’re thinking about it again,” she hummed softly, and charles’ trance was broken. her accent never seemed to thin out like her brother’s had, with her whole life still set in the netherlands, not too far from her mother’s place. he liked the thickness of her accent, especially when she was tired, no matter how much she claimed it wasn’t as pretty as his was. little things. “you think too much, charles.”

“it always surprises me how casual you are about all of this,” he sighed quietly. he tightened the arm he had thrown over her side, pulling her into him so that she was a little bit closer than she was before. 

“i just do not care much for it anymore,” she responded in her usual buttery tone, more words for the walls to catch in their wake. “i don’t want to care what max thinks anymore . . . i just want to enjoy the time i have with you before you go away again.”

the summer break was almost over, it was almost time to come out of hibernation again. they’d spent this last week of the break cooped up in his home, basking in the calamity of closed doors and hushed secrets, away from prying eyes and tabloids. as far as anyone else knew, she was back home in rotterdam, and her sister victoria had been covering for her because she was the only one to truly know what was going on. 

“mhm . . .” charles hummed in reply, eyelids fluttering shut to ignore the strips of sunshine starting to peek through the curtains. he felt her turn in his arms, her hushed breaths tingling the bare skin of his chest with the closeness. “i could stay here forever,” he whispered like anything louder would shatter their walls, airing them out for the world to see. “would you like that?”

“more than anything,” she lifted her head slightly to take him in. with his eyes closed, he didn’t even flinch as her gentle fingers brushed his hair back from his forehead, lingering longer to trace his cheekbone down to the smile lines painted delicately into his skin. “then you would have to give up your career for me . . . would you do that?” and charles swore his heart stopped, she watched his lips part but no words could form in his throat to spill. she giggled softly, kissing his jaw before settling back down until her head was back on the silk pillowcase. “please, charles, i’m joking, you should say no to that. i wouldn’t give my career up for you, so . . .”

sighing, charles let amused chuckles escape him. his eyes flickered open, adjusting to the lightening room for a moment before resting back down on her. “you had me scared, ma chérie,” his voice rumbled over the nickname, the hours of not talking prior to waking up strumming at his vocal cords and producing a honeyed rasp. “i wouldn’t give up racing, but i would make more opportunities to see you whenever possible,” he said honestly, and the intensity of the gravity his seriousness held had her wide awake. “it is hard because it’s so,” he felt blindly for her hand, lacing their fingers together, “secretive, but i would do it. i would fly you out to me or i’d travel back home to you . . . i’d do anything.”

there was a moment of silence between the two, broken only by the streets below starting to come to life and the birds flying past the balcony in song. “but i would start by telling max about us.” it took courage to say. keeping this secret from one of his best friends was eating at him, gnawing through everything in its path until it reached his heart. he was running out of time until it stopped beating, but what did time care? time takes you, drills you, drives through bone and vein until you are rendered useless and devoid of what once was. the clock was ticking; not telling max was going to tear him apart, and it would break him further if it damaged the relationship between a brother and sister. “i think i should be the one to.”

she understood why – chances are, if she were to, max would immediately be upset and go straight to finding charles rather than hearing her out. at least if it came from charles in the first place, he had more reason to listen before deciding if he wanted to knock the monegasque out or not. “you are very sweet,” she wanted to cry, just pure tears of happiness. the most kindness she had ever been shown had been at the hands of charles leclerc, and him only. he just kept one-upping himself, forever his own competition, and each knew thing made her heart melt until it was nothing but a puddle. “so very sweet. i adore you so much, charles. so, so much.” “aw,” charles cupped her face for a moment, eyes shining with an emotion she couldn’t comprehend. “i adore you. now,” he let go quickly, rushing to kick the blankets off him. it was in such a hurry that all she could do was sit there and laugh, quite confused. “i’ll be right back!” he was into the adjoining bathroom, undoubtedly to quickly brush his teeth so he could return to pepper her face with minty kisses until they both forgot about the world, just for another day.

[realhumanithink]

coming back online to share to the world my list of evan things. if you relate to most these things i title you Evan Rosier Kin

note: all of these are headcanons and may not align with how you perceive evan. most of these are inspired by like tiktoks and stuff, but otherwise its mostly things based on me because i literally remind myself of evan so much

another note: phrasing of these may be harsh!! im not targetting anyone fyi, and i dont mean harm, but i wrote most of these in a fit of self-hatred and when i reread them, i realised "hey, this sounds like evan lol" so i brushed it up a bit, but there might still be harsh wording and accusations

last note!!!: i have no fucking personality and im using this to self-reflect so my fault lmao

wants to be an overachiever, a hard worker, but in reality is just a gifted kid who hasn't fully burned out and is too lazy to actually work hard.

30000 different genres of songs on spotify. wonders if that means you have no personality.

sometimes wonders if people would miss you when you’re gone. doesn't think so.

knows 6 different languages, not good at any.

can't take criticism.

ambiverted. wonders if this means you have no personality.

likes a style, but isn't sure you would look good in it.

supposed ‘smart and nice’ kid, but that's who you were 4 years ago. people still hold the same view of you. 

high standards. you've been brainwashed into thinking u can meet them but sometimes, u aren't so sure.

covers the parts of your face u dont like with hair. bonus points if it's a regular ass haircut like a fringe and your parents hate it.

gets overly clingy in friendships. not like physically clingy but mentally?? if you get me

wanna be insomniac. thing is, it just takes you a bit longer to fall asleep.

fluctuating confidence levels

feels like a second choice, always.

cringe culture holds you back from enjoying what you want to enjoy.

the people around you don't seem to care as much as you do. whenever you succeed, you look back and no one is cheering like you always do. sometimes, it feels like you are average or lower, but the people you are compared to are simply even lower and that's why you are supposedly ‘good’.

*does well* “duh, *** is always so good. they don't deserve praise” *doesn't do well or actually just does average* “*** DIDNT DO WELL OHHHH”.

when someone compliments you, you feel pressured to uphold their standard and wonder how long it'll take till they realise you arent so good.

EXAMPLE because my wording is shit: someone told me i was funny and since then ive been scared to text him because i was like 'oh fuk what if when i talk to him next im not funny enough'

deathly afraid of being cheesy/cliche. this holds you back from showing much affection, especially romantic.

shoes are worn half to death.

your answer to theoretical questions is always ‘depends’. wonders if that means-

everyone thinks your friends ‘influence’ you, but really you’re as whack as them, just not as obvious.

a group of people you hate significantly less than everyone else, and one person you love

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

No but full stop. if you say anything like "Gen Alpha is being raised wrong/horrible to have in class/morally fucked-up/idiotic/doomed/just really really cringe" I will unironically lose all respect for you immediately.

all this stuff about "they're illiterate", "they have no respect for parents or teachers" "screens have rotted their brains" "they just speak in weird Skibidi Toilet Gyatt Rizz Meme Language" "the screens have made them have no behavior standards or morals" "the ScReEeEeEeEnsssss"

...you sound literally exactly like our parents' generation did with us. and elder millenials'/Gen X/even really late boomer's parents' generations did with them about video games and cable tv and...regular tv

and radio

and records

and. dime novels.

and it literally just goes back like that forever

OVID talked abt this stuff in the EXACT same way

so yeah, if you say that stuff without a shred of self-awareness, then I

1) do not think you can keep your commitment to "not fuck up future generations like we were fucked up", since you're contributing to that fucking-up right now by your words and actions.

2) will assume that you have a similar shortsightedness in other issues that require you to compare your own/modern-day views and events to historical ones, and lose faith in your interpretation of everything from aesthetics and online drama to world-altering current events because of that

3) genuinely I just have nothing but disappointment in people who say these things. anyone on this site who hates "icky gen alpha things" almost definitely did the same thing themselves.

They have "Gyatt", we* had GLOMPING, Yaoi Paddles, shitty mspa twerking gifs everywhere, and "Oh My God, Look At Her Butt"

They have "Rizz" we had "YOLO SWAG" and "I made you a cookie but I eated it" and those selfies where you held your camera up too high and then looked up at it from under your bangs

They have "Skibidi Toilet" we had SO MANY THINGS. Llamas with Hats. Charlie the Unicorn. Annoying Orange. Crazy Frog. Potter Puppet Pals. Minecraft Parodies if you're younger gen z. friCKING TOBUSCUS MUSIC, that man was a PLAGUE.

They have a toxic social media culture focused on heavily edited and unachievable beauty standards, enforced popularity culture, rigid aesthetic-based social groups, harmful rumors about health & beauty, a pressure on young girls to act mature, and underlying racism/classism, all leading kids who dont have adequate guidance to, AT BEST, try beauty "products" that arent meant for kids and are usually scams. We had... literally the exact same thing except our airbrushing was on celebs and models instead of coming from filters.

*I am older Gen Z (24 y.o.) but was so fucking sheltered until ~2014, and even then... I'm going off tumblr-history blogs, yt retrospectives and "my friend said so" to understand what "we" had

TLDR STOP BULLYING GEN ALPHA

...except about "Starpatch" or "Starface" or whatever it is. yes, ik its also popular/more popular with younger gen z. yes I'm literally making a post rn to bully(lh) yall JUST as hard about it. if it were my exact age group doing this I would be bullying yall. i dont care who does it, starpatch is so fricking silly.

[tccconfessionsfaggggg]

um this is going to sound very corny but idc thats why its anonymous but i truly believe that if the stars aligned and me and dylan klebold were alive at the same time in the same place i wouldve understood him better than anyone. ive read his journals so many times and i read them whenever i feel particularly alone and i feel seen and heard and i think that i cldve appreciated him like nobody else could. again cringe but i dont even care i needed to speak my truth.

Confession 555

[pancakeke]

How do you post all of your thoughts all the time? If I post something on discord half the time I'll think it sounds cringe or if no one responds my brain will go "no one wants to hear what you have to say" even if I know that's not true

I never really thought much about it. possible reasons (that probably overlap at different times)

when i get really into a project or something i focus all my thoughts and energy on that and don't really notice other stuff.

I talk about a lot of hobby stuff that aren't everyone's thing. but I'm not going to stop talking about fun stuff I enjoy.

I multitask most of the time so it's easy for me to forget what all I was doing, like waiting on replies.

other stuff I'm anxious about makes my interactions with people online seem like less of an issue.

lately I'm too physically tired to keep track of much.

I've experienced plenty of weird criticisms that were baffling/unhinged so it's kind of pointless/impossible to care a ton about what people think.

people online are functionally illiterate also so I can't reasonably expect everyone to read and write words.

I use my blog like I'm talking out loud. I don't really expect responses, even if I explicitly ask for them.

(probably moat significant one) after experiencing bullshit from a couple of parasocial weirdos, I purposely made it difficult for anyone to talk to me for a long time. I'm normal about this stuff now but i think it still probably impacts the importance I place on people interacting with me.

I am more likely to express negative feelings by posting more so I can bitch vs posting less and worrying quietly. I like to complain lol

edit: also i think im funny. even if other people dont

[womendeservehumanity]

I am so tired of this white savior virtue signaling breed of white women. It’s always so disingenuous to me

Because for someone who is oh so critical of white supremacy and the way whites are complicit in it surely you talk about white men and how they have always been at the head of it. Using the power that the patriarchy gives them to further oppress and subjugate bipoc? Oh no? You can have one dedicated to condemning circumcision, but not that? Interesting

This is gonna be a long one so gonna cut this off for anyone who doesn’t care

Let me just say. I am all for white women being criticized for the way they collectively are complacent in and often times participate in white supremacy. But there’s this reoccurring theme I’m seeing where this only applies to white women. As if only they have unique ways of interacting with racism and white supremacy. Completely absolving white men any of that individual accountability. As if their racism always speaks for white PEOPLE and is never dependent on their gender. So there’s no need to make a distinction. And this woman is one of the main culprits of this type of subconscious mindset. I’ve seen her a handful of times on my fyp and you can tell she thinks she’s “one of the good white women” who can tell it how it is. But her takes are half baked and lukewarm at best.

This is one of her most dogshit takes my lord. First off, the constant coddling of men of color as if they’re incapable of oppressing and harming women (yes that includes white women 😢). But the real kicker is her saying that this woman, whether you think her fears are misplaced or not, has a kink. That she gets sexual excitement from the idea of her and her child being kidnapped, raped, and trafficked. Do you hear yourself? Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? This sounds like something I’d only see a conservative man saying because errrr women have rape fantasies so why do you guys act like you’re scared of rape? Is this the lengths of pandering you’re willing to go to just for men of color to still not respect you?

And yes I’m calling her a panderer. And saying she’s virtue signaling. What else could explain cringe shit like this? For some reason tumblr’s not letting me paste the link but I kid you not, it’s literally just this lady sitting in silence while Liam Neeson’s monologue from taken plays in the background. She’s dead serious too 😭 she props herself up as this “chosen one” amongst white women. The one who actually gets it. Meanwhile white men are leaning more and more towards the far right yet I’m supposed to believe white women are our biggest concerns?

And this is what I mean when it’s like her takes are lukewarm and half baked. Because in a general sense she’s right. But before I say how I partially agree but in the end think it’s a shit take, is there a better testament of her political illiteracy than her saying white women have “internalized racism” 😭 WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE NOT KNOW WHAT INTERNALIZED MEANS. YOU CANT INTERNALIZE SOMETHING YOU DONT FACE STOP USING BUZZWORDS. I’ve seen people say that men have internalized misogyny. Just talking to talk.

But anyways, all that aside, racism and white supremacy was a core value in the founding of the United States. And it is so heavily ingrained in our history and society. So yes every white woman (and men hello?) no matter how educated and progressive has some sort of subconscious racism and racial biases. But of course this has to come down to how this affects men of color. Her perpetual victims. She hardly ever mentions women of color mind you. And I think women have every right to fear men. And that includes men of color. And yes I’m aware there are MANY white women who have absolutely no problem with white men and are only scared of men of color because of the fact that they’re poc. But the idea that women fearing their oppressors (even the ones who are marginalized as well) is bad is fucking bullshit.

Because men of color oppress women. They harm women. They hate women. With the same fervor as white men. And yet white women have to coddle the feelings of men of color over their own safety because you wanna be a white savior? Hell it doesn’t even only apply to white women. I remember seeing a video of this black man recording himself running at this Asian woman as a “joke” and the poor woman was absolutely terrified. It’s an especially terrifying situation considering she was alone at night. And there were thousands of comments calling her racist (I think the man in the video may have as well I don’t remember) women are expected to forfeit our safety because well actually that man might not be bad and you’re hurting his feelings by being cautious.

And honestly, as a black woman, some of the worst misogyny and violence towards women I’ve seen has been at the hands of black men. Because men of color always operate on their maleness being first. And you can see that by the way they treat women in their communities. They fight against the oppression that directly affects them just to uphold and participate in the oppression of women and uphold the patriarchy. The amount of black men I’ve seen shame black women for not wanting to be submissive and traditional is insane. All while advocating for the liberation of black people from the system of white supremacy. So many men of color hold such conservative values expect when it would negatively affect them. They want to live in a world where they’re essentially white men. Where they can be free and equal but women (including their female counterparts) remain below them.

I am just so tired of this type of rhetoric because it always feels just one take closer to “we should bring back female hysteria as a medical diagnosis because these ladies are out of control”. And it all just reeks of americentrism because I guess you can’t paint men of color as these 100% victims of the big bad white woman in their homogenous countries. Also because they just don’t care