#i have more thoughts but i can't use coherency rn

[pocketramblr]

I always found it slightly awkward how media makes siblings or people who see each other as siblings call each other brother/sister all the time as in real life you almost never see people do that with their own siblings (maybe someone out there like that)

In the case of Arkham Shadows I see why they did though because Bruce quite literally tells Harvey he loves him and Harvey says it back. Can't have the audience think Batman is in love with the DA.

They had Bruce pay for his college, pay for his campaign, pay for his surgery, pay for his therapy and had Harvey have him as his best man at his wedding. Wow..... Sugar baby Harvey is real.....

The calling sibling title thing is less common in English than in some other languages for sure- me and a couple of my siblings do it on occasion, but it's for a bit then. More common is when I call one of my close family friends "my sister" or "my nephew" when talking about them to someone else because it's faster and easier to say that than to say "my friend who I've known since she was born and lived with for a few years and consider a little sister" or "child of a close family friend who considers me an aunt" to someone who doesn't know them. Which is a lot of words to say that if they wanted to fully sell me on the brothers thing they should have either had a different bit or should have referred to the other as "my brother" when talking to an unrelated character instead.

But "oh no we have to make Bruce not look gay" has been a problem DC has struggled with more than once for many decades and it basically never works so I guess at least they didn't try to solve it this time by having Bruce pick a lady love over Harvey or cutting the holding hands thing

Because I saw that scrapbook! I know Harvey has been Bruce's sugar baby since he was ten years old! But we can't have Bruce take Harvey's hand and call him the love of his life because ok technically that's Gotham but also because gay. And we can't have Bruce take Harvey's hand and call him his best friend because they're not ten anymore and somehow that seems gay also. So brothers it is, I guess. Even if I think my brothers would bite my finger if I ever tried to pay for everything for them on that scale, guess it's different at billionaire levels

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Hii, long time no see :3 can we get some of protective/ jealous/ possesive gator imagine? <3 i saw ur requests are open rn? <3

Here you go sweet girl! Thank you for your request. 😘 I hope you enjoy your filth!

One jealous/possessive/protective Gator coming up!

CW: No use of Y/N. Mean, mouthy Gator and a little pervy. Both are toxic. A smidge of degradation. Reader is called a bitch (not by Gator). Reader with a vagina. Semi-Public smut (we're in a restroom). Hair pulling. Spanking. Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 1.8K

You're so close to the edge that the steady stream of moans being dragged from your lips could no longer be contained, unable to form a coherent thought with the way his hips piston into yours.

Each slow drag of his thick cock against your velvety walls had you feeling every ridge and vein, driving you insane. He wasn’t gentle, plunging back in a little deeper each time.

His large hand tangles in your hair, pressing your face further against the mirror, as his other holds firm to your hip sure to leave finger shaped bruises in their wake.

“Ya’ think he could fuck ya’ like this?” He forces out in between hard, heavy thrusts, balls slapping your aching clit. “Think he could have ya’ cryin’ on his cock?”

“Probably got a fuckin’ needle dick.” He adds with a huff.

You mewl when he pulls your head back, fingers firmly locked into the roots of your hair, making your back arch, pushing your ass back against him.

“Can't talk now? I asked you a fuckin' question.” Tugging a little more harshly when you don't answer right away.

“Ahhhh! Gator! No!”

“No, what?” He grits out, cock still carving a path in and out of your soaked pussy.

“N—no one fucks me this good.” You moan out.

He gives you a momentary reprieve, letting your head fall back forward, untangling his fingers so he could hold both your hips steady as you cling onto the edge of the porcelain sink, hips starting to hurt with the way he had you pushed into the edge of the counter.

It was your fault really. You'd purposely flirted with the guy buying you drinks, knowing exactly the scenario you would find yourself in at this very moment.

Gator was furious when he had walked in, spotting you at the bar with some asshole who had the audacity to talk to you.

You weren't his. Not really. So, he shouldn't feel this level of rage. He wasn't your boyfriend, and in all honesty, you wouldn't even call each other friends but somehow you always ended up tangled together in some dingy broom closet or the front seat of his truck.

He was irritating and got under your skin like no one else could, but he was also the best lay you'd ever had, though you'd never tell him that to his face.

The guy you were talking to wasn't even that cute, but you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Oh, that is so funny!” You laughed, laying a hand to his forearm when the door swung open to reveal the young deputy coming in after a late night shift to blow off some steam.

His eyes trailed your legs, pants growing a little tighter with the way your dress hugged your curves.

“Fuckin' hell.” He muttered, walking to the bar with a shake of his head, ordering a beer a few stools down from your little display.

You saw him enter but pretended not to, leisurely sipping your drink and paying little attention to what Roger… no Reggie… was saying.

He was wearing that stupid green and white ball cap turned backwards, along with his usual khaki cargos and camo hoodie, sans his thigh holster.

A few more giggles, and lingering touches had Gator seething in his seat, slamming his empty beer down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up and heading your way.

Your back was still turned when you felt him brush up against you, Reggie still droning on about something, but your attention was already drawn elsewhere.

His head turned toward you and Reggie, face showing no emotion, as he leaned onto the sticky bar top.

“Ya’ think this is funny?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” Reggie perked up, as you eased your stool around, finally meeting Gator’s stoic gaze.

“M’not talkin’ to you, dipshit. M’talkin’ to her.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke.

Reggie scoffed but before he had a chance to say anything else you spoke up.

“Its pretty amusing.” You smirk over at him. His jaw suddenly had that tick that only happens when you know he's about to lose it.

He tilts his head and leans in close enough you can smell his axe body spray that he no doubt doused himself with after he got off work.

“Hey, babe, you know this guy?” Reggie asked, standing from his stool, making Gator stiffen before taking on his full height and squaring his shoulders, glaring over your head at the other man.

Oh shit. You decide to diffuse the tension before it got out of hand like last time and ruining the whole mood, quickly turning back to Reggie.

“Hey, thanks for the drinks. But I don't think I'm really feeling a connection here.” You speak sweetly, as he looks down at you with a pinched brow as you continue.

“I had fun and all—”

“Fuckin' bitch.” He states, face morphing into one of resignation, taking a step back as Gator steps forward, pressing into your back.

“What'd you just call her?” He spits, but you stay firmly planted between them. Reggie looks between the both of you for a moment, before taking another step back, deciding it wouldn't be worth the headache.

“Hey asshole!” Gator raises his voice, pushing into you further, fists clenched at his sides before you turn around to stop him, gripping the front of his hoodie.

“Don't… S’not worth it. Besides…” You shrug. “Kind of deserved it. Used him for drinks while waiting on your sorry ass to show.”

He grins at that.

“Damn. You are cold hearted.” He huffs with a small laugh, leaning down to whisper in your ear, lips grazing your skin as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Ya’ wear that little slutty dress just f’me?” He asks, arrogance seeping back through, bringing his hands up to settle on your hips letting his eyes trail your figure.

“Seems like it has the desired effect.” You softly reply, palming at his bulge with a playful grin.

“Bathroom. Now.” His commanding tone leaves no room for protest. You hurriedly cross the bar with a dopey grin plastered across your face, Gator hot on your heels, smacking your ass for good measure.

He made quick work of locking the door and promptly pushing you against it, claiming your mouth in a fierce kiss, pulling your dress up and shoving your panties down your thighs, leading you to where you are now with his thick cock nestled inside your tight cunt, knowing exactly who you belonged to.

Your panting breaths fan out and fog up the mirror, face still pressed up against it when he pulls back, plunging back in so hard it knocks the wind from your lungs and nearly makes your legs give out.

“Fuck! Gator!” You moan out, hoarse and ragged.

“Ya’ like that whore?” He punctuates with another deep thrust, his tip hitting that sweet, spongy spot that has your eyes rolling back, ripping a near pornographic moan from you.

“Oh, there it is.” He muses, licking his lips and angling his hips to make sure he hits it again, leaving you breathless.

He tangles his hand back into your messy locks, pulling your head back, the sting making your groan as the tendons in your throat strain.

“Eyes open, sweetheart.” He commands, meeting his gaze through the mirror, his usually slicked back hair now in disarray, hanging down against his forehead. His eyes lock onto yours, hungry and lust filled.

“That's it. Want t’make sure you remember whose cock is poundin’ this pretty little pussy.” He says, with a salacious grin as your walls flutter around him, making his rhythm falter for a moment when your walls clench around him.

“Goddamn.” He breathes out, eyes trailing down to your ass. He rears back with an open hand administering a sharp smack to your cheek, making you cry out, your hips try to jolt forward but you're firmly pinned in place.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” He demands, a whimper falling from your slack jaw.

“Tell me! Or I swear t’God I'll stop right now!” He repeats more forcefully, the grip on your hair growing tighter.

“Yours! It's yours Gator!” You finally relent, knowing full well he wouldn't let you cum unless you said it.

“Was that so hard?” He chuckles, releasing your hair, pulling you slightly away from the counter, sliding his hands down your stomach, past your mound, as deft, calloused fingers find your throbbing clit.

You find his wrist, holding him there, while he begins to draw tight circles against you, hurdling you toward release.

“That's it.” He says, drilling into you over and over. “Cum on my cock. Want t’feel how good I fuck ya’.

His filthy words and relentless pace have that insurmountable pressure building in your lower abdomen at a rapid pace. Hot white heat suddenly floods your core, licking up your spine as your cunt spasms around the entirety of his length, with a loud cry of his name. Your body slumps forward, as he stops his ministrations to hold your hips in place, chasing his own high as you continue to ride out yours.

Only a few more thrusts and he's following after you with a loud groan, painting your walls with his thick, heavy load.

“Fuck!” He hisses, holding you in place a few more seconds, hips stilling, cock twitching with the aftershock before pulling out slowly leaving your cunt a weeping mess, as a small whimper escapes you.

He steps back, stuffing himself back into his boxers and zips up his pants, allowing you to finally stand back up and look yourself over in the mirror.

You looked absolutely and thoroughly fucked with mascara running down your face, lipstick smeared across your cheek and hair sticking up in all directions.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, taking a paper towel and wetting it.

“You're welcome.” He chuckled behind you, watching you begin the tedious task of trying to make yourself look presentable.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Already did that, sweetheart.” His reflection throwing you a wink, as he smoothed his hair back down.

You roll your eyes, mumbling a “whatever,” when you notice him bending over to pick up your panties from the floor, pocketing them.

“Hey! Perv!” Calling out and whirling around to face him.

His hand finds the doorknob, and with a shrug he smirks stating, “finders keepers,” before quickly slipping back out into the bar, leaving you there to gawk after him.

A few moments later you emerge, looking a little worse for wear, avoiding Reggie’s icy glare from the corner, making your way outside.

You would have been mortified to know, when he walked out, he proudly flipped Reggie the bird while holding up your panties, as if the entire bar hadn't heard you yet going at it like wild animals, firmly cementing his claim that you were off limits.

[mncxbe]

I believe Ur requests are open rn, so can I request bad men (pls include jouno I'm so down bad for him rn 😭) taking Ur V card? How would they act, etc yk?

Anyhow, Ur writing is beautiful and I wish you a good day/night 🤍

tysm anon^^ you're really sweet and yes ofc I can write for that. hope you like it♡♡

also the way I resisted including my fav dilfs I cannot. internal battle fr

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First time♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ itty bitty fluff

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

bro does not go easy on you just because it's your first time

he will be gentle at first until you get used to his size and all but after that he'll edge and overstimulate you until you're a babbling mess under him♡

wants to be on top so he can see your pretty face

doesn't really care about the whole making the first time special. every time should be equally special^^ so don't expect anything too fancy

for aftercare you cuddle

"Shit baby. Look at you taking me so well" he praised, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your tear stained cheeks.

It's only been half an hour since the two of you got in bed but your boyfriend had you cumming countless times already. Legs wrapped loosely around his waist, your glossy eyes rolled back in your skull as you pleaded him to stop.

But how could he stop when you were chanting his name like a prayer with each of his thrusts?

A heartfelt chuckle rolled past his lips as his thumb pressed on your aching clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

"What was that bella? Want me to stop? Can't have that until you cum one more time. You can do it f'me yea?" he cooed, smiling down at you.

You only nodded in response, too fucked out to form a coherent thought. And so your sweet boyfriend kept rolling his hips against yours, reaching your sweetest spots until your high washed over you again; leaving you panting softly.

When he eventually pulled out, Dazai rolled to the side and slid his arms around you, pulling you flush against his frame. The sheets were damped by your sweat, cold against your skin.

"Was it good bella? Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

You sighed deeply, feeling your breath slowly return to its normal rhythm.

"If I liked it? God damn you Osamu it was amazing" you smiled, kissing his damp forehead. "I love you"

"I love you too baby" he whispered softly, smiling contently. Not long after you both fell asleep, relishing each other's embrace.

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

he's so gentle and caring

puts his whole chuyussy into it; there will be scented candles, silky sheets and he probably buys you a fancy lingerie set

takes his time with you with foreplay and when you actually do it he's so tender. holds your hand. constantly asks if you're ok

he does not stop until you cum at least twice

"Good girl. You're taking me so well baby"

for aftercare you either take a warm bath together or share a glass of wine while you debrief the sex; what you like and dislike and what he should do different next time

overall an amazing experience

The sweet, syrupy scent of the candles placed on the nightstand lulled you into a blissed out state. Your gaze was hazy as you took in the imagine of your boyfriend underneath you, ruby coloured locks standing out against the pearly white sheets.

Chuya's thumb gently caressed yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You feeling good princess?" he hummed, watercolour gaze carefully observing your expressions.

You rolled your hips against his at a steady pace, meeting his thrusts; and nodded, a sultry smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

At first your boyfriend wasn't too keen on letting you be on top. After all, it was your special night. Why would you have to work for it? But after coaxing two orgasms out of you he finally agreed and helped you straddle him before burying his cock deep inside you again.

As for now you were chasing your high again, manicured nails softly grazing the skin of his chest as you let your head fall back and mewled so sweetly for him.

"Chuu..." you began, struggling to keep your pace but failing miserably. Chuya's free hand came to rest on your hip, guiding your movements.

"That's it baby you can do it. Just a bit more ok?" he groaned and squeezed your hip.

After you both came and you stumbled off him, laying on the damp sheets beneath, Chuya let out a mellow laughter.

"You did so good baby. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yea, I did. And you?"

"Obviously" His fingers brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face; he couldn't help but smile when he saw the content expression on your face, a mask of pure bliss.

"How about we take a bath sweetheart? Sounds good?"

You only nodded in response, eyes shutting tight as you shifted closer to him. Your boyfriend rested his hand on your head, gently caressing your hair.

"Okay then. I'll go get the tub ready"

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

just like Dazai he likes to overtsimulate you but he's a bit more gentle

the fact that he picks up on your reactions- hitched breaths and heartbeat- helps him adjust his pace

the perfect mix of praise and degradation sjsjjs

loves to hear you moan

any position is good for him. as long as you feel comfortable

for aftercare you just cuddle♡

Jouno could feel your heartbeat spike as he pushed himself deeper inside you. You were so sweet and warm; he was utterly entranced.

"Ah fuck Sai" you mewled, causing your boyfriend to shudder lightly, his strong arms threatening to give out. You made him so weak.

You've both been at it for a good while but Jouno showed no sign of stopping. And how could he when your walls were wrapping around him like a vise, milking him of all he's worth? The pretty pleas and mewls that rolled past your lips were like music for his ears, a sweet symphony just for him, that only added to the cocktail of pleasure.

But of course he couldn't let you see the effect you had on him, so he picked up the pace, causing your eyelids to flutter shut.

"What a pretty doll I have. I could swear this ain't your first time judging by how well you take this dick" he chuckled, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls fluttering around him. "Shit baby. You gonna cum again? You like it when I talk to you like that don't ya?"

"Y-yea" you babbled out, fingers sliding to the nape of his neck as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

A small groan left Jouno's throat as you both reached your high, the tight knot in your abdomen snapping into a delicious pool of heat.

Your boyfriend gently rested his forehead against yours, mumbling sweet praises until you both regained your breaths.

After a few seconds he tried to roll to the side but you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back on top of you.

"Just stay like this for a bit. It feels nice" you hummed sleepily against his shoulder, earning a soft sigh from your partner.

"As you wish baby" he smiled, his lithe fingers finding your, loosely interlocking with them.

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

another gentle boy; when I tell you he's more nervous than you

Tachi really wants to make your first time special so he asks you 1000 times if you're sure you wanna do it

takes his time with foreplay and when you get to do it he takes it slow. maybe a bit too slow. he just doesn't wanna hurt you

but as soon as you tell him you're good he'll pick up the pace

please for the love of God praise him

he whimpers (sources: trust me bro)

for aftercare he brews you a cup of tea and you talk about how you felt

"But you sure you felt good right? Right??"

"You sure you're ready sweet thing?" asked your boyfriend with a concerned expression.

"Yea. I am, don't worry about it. I just need you so badly" you whispered in response and he nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

And oh you felt divine. Tachihara couldn't contain the loud groan that fell from his lips when he bottomed out and slowly started moving, rocking his hips against yours in a steady rhythm.

"You ok there pretty?" he asked, taking in your features; you looked so beautiful sprawled beneath him like this, silky hair a tangled mess from all the foreplay.

You bit your lip and nodded in response as you urged him to pick up the pace; and naturally he did.

Soon after you were both panting, His eyes were shut tight, mouth slightly agape as he whispered sweet nothings against the shell of your ear.

"You're so good f'me sweetie. You feel like heaven." he said in a sultry voice between sweet moans and whimpers and you swore you could've came just by the sight of his blissed out expression. Your boyfriend's hands worshipped every inch of your heated skin, fingertips slowly tracing down your body to rub little circles on your puffy clit.

"Baby wait wait I'm-" you attempted to protest but were cut off by his gentle touch.

"Shh sweet thing it's ok. Need ya to cum f'me like a good girl"

The moment he spoke those words a wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your thighs to squeeze his narrow waist.

Nails digging into the plush skin of your hips Tachihara let out a groan, thrusting a few more times before releasing his cum deep inside you.

"God that was..." he sighed, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as he took a deep breath in. When he opened them again and saw the mess the two of you made, his cum dripping down your thighs as you desperately squeezed them together he got out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom to bring you a towel.

"Here you go babe. Lemme clean you up" he smiled gently, brushing the puffy material against your sensitive skin. "Was it good?"

"Of course it was babe" you replied, returning his smile "But I could use some sleep now"

"As you wish"

He slid back underneath the covers, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck.

"You were amazing darling. I'm so happy I got to be your first" he hummed, sending warm tingles down your spine.

What did you ever do to deserve someone as sweet as him?

[hermitsdump]

I have so many posts (both my own and others' analysis) about Sukuna, ngl currently he and Geto are my top 2 favorites (Choso and Gojo were there for months too ngl, I still love them and most characters) but it took going through jjk like 12 times and overthinking to redeem them.

I like going through jjk so many times and being able to understand, relate to, etc. different characters, even those that I used to hate or dismiss (there are still a few that I hate more every time tho lmao).

Anyway I have several (3 or 4, at least) theories on how Choso can still come back, so I can't rly hold that against Sukuna.

Also - - they all approached him first. Sukuna never goes out of his way to kill uninvolved people, he doesn't take joy in others' suffering like Haruta and those old curse users we saw in Shibuya.

He exists for leisure like Nanami, like Megumi, and if we look into the little details of clothing, Heian era history, culture, religion etc, along with the way he speaks and interacts with others, psychology and trauma responses, it can actually tell us a lot, though details might remain ambiguous.

I've said everything Sukuna did wrong was either against his own will or a trauma response, and I don't take it back.

There's the way that Sukuna and Gojo are 2 sides of the same coin, that Gojo became the monster by giving up his body and Sukuna became the monster by taking over Megumi's (in a desperate grasp for his own autonomy - which I believe to be his main motivation for anything).

There's also the irl Sukuna lore / shrine, which might not be canon but sounds a lot like Gojo - regarded as a hero by the people, but demonized by the government, anyway.

I'm gonna stop here bc I have a million sukuna defense posts out there already, this is just a handful of thoughts ig.

Usually I forgive gege/sukuna for his crimes bc gege gives us so many beautiful images of true form sukuna and it takes me an hour to read a chapter bc I just. Keep looking at him. And he's one of my favorite characters.

But he's in time out rn!! Both sukuna and gege ughhhhh that was........ No.....

It can't be Chosover.

[magniloquent-raven]

I am once again plagued with thoughts that aren't 100% coherent so imma just ramble for a bit, pls gather 'round for some stuff about Billy and body image issues cuz I'm in my feels rn.

Billy spends a lot of time staring at Nancy.

Enough that Tommy's noticed and he starts ribbing him about it. "That's one thing of Steve's you might want to stay away from," bitter and pointed. Enough that Jonathan Byers gives him the stink eye whenever he's within glaring distance. Enough that a handful of the more desperate chicks still high off the fumes of his New Kid smell have started dressing like fucking librarians in hopes of catching his eye.

He doesn't give a shit about any of it, if anything the rumour mill is helping him out for once. Less work involved in keeping up appearances if everyone just assumes he isn't sleeping around because he's too busy sniffing Wheeler's granny panties.

As long as no one guesses the real reason, it's fine. It's fucking peachy. It's one silver lining in this shitstorm of a situation.

He's so tired of his eyes inevitably being drawn to her barely-there tits and tiny waist. Every time he's bored at lunch, his gaze wanders. When he's in the library pretending to study, there she fucking is, even smaller when she's hunched over a pile of cue cards.

The longer he looks at her the more sure he is that Steve will never really want him.

Steve's slept with plenty of girls. A variety of girls. He probably couldn't afford to be too picky in this shitty little town. But he's only fallen in love once. One time. The only time it mattered what he was sticking his dick in was when it was in Nancy Wheeler.

And Billy...will never be her. Not even close.

He'll only ever be a warm mouth and a convenient hand, he'll never matter.

She's flat, and thin. Willowy, narrow-shouldered. Petite. Inches shorter than him and nearly half as broad. Thin fingers and delicate wrists. She fit comfortably under Steve's arm, she could nestle safely into his side.

And it was all so fucking easy for her. She never had to try.

She never had to piss off her dad so she'd be forced to skip meals. She never did laps around her neighbourhood until she was lightheaded and doubled over, dry-heaving in someone's hedge. She was never forced to sign up for baseball as a child, poked and prodded and guilted into it because a couple shirts were starting to get tight across the stomach, and being a momma's boy was bad enough, being a fat, lazy piece of shit too was unacceptable.

He used to think he'd done well, maintaining the physique he has. He's worked hard for it. Scraping together his savings for a weight set and keeping careful track of his calorie intake and never skipping a single fucking day of exercise, hangovers and broken bones be damned. And it's fucking useful, truth be told. More than keeping away the echo of old insults bouncing around in his head, it's made flirting that much easier.

But the more he looks at Nancy Wheeler, the more he hates the things he can't change. It gets into his head. Digs in deep, leaving scars on its way down.

He thinks Steve might've noticed.

He knows Steve has heard the stupid rumours about Wheeler, and probably chalked it up to Billy being an asshole, as usual. But it's harder to explain away his sudden tendency to go extremely still whenever Steve puts his hands anywhere on his torso. A palm pressed to his chest, slipped under his shirt, or fingertips digging into his back, or a casual fucking pat on the shoulder—whatever it is, he can't help freezing up, if only for a second, a sick feeling twisting his stomach, cold and shameful and clawing at his lungs.

And then, eventually, they argue.

It's over nothing. And everything. Billy can't explain what his fucking damage is, and Steve can't stop needling in the wrong places. They scream at each other until their throats are raw and Billy leaves when his knuckles start to itch.

He cries all the way home and doesn't eat for four days. Not on purpose. Not consciously. He's just. Fucking. Busy. He's busy. He's always gotta drive Max somewhere or dodge Neil's thinly veiled threats or lock himself in his room when bile starts to bubble up in the back of his throat and his head pounds and he doesn't think about why he's snapping at everyone constantly, he just pounds back a couple beers and goes to sleep. And then it's four days later, and he's flying off the handle at Neil, too sluggish and lightheaded to see the hit coming, and...

Steve comes to see him at the hospital. He hasn't told anyone anything but they've got him hooked up to a banana bag and the nurses keep making sad eyes at him when they come to check his stitches.

He hates it, sitting around doing nothing, being closely monitored every fucking second, it make his skin crawl, and he hates it even more when Steve's standing in the doorway looking at him.

Not for the first time, he's overwhelmed wondering what exactly Steve sees.

He's a fucking mess right now. Greasy hair tangled at the back, bruises peeking out from under the collar of his gross papery hospital gown, one eye swollen shut and a dark tangle of thread holding his eyebrow together. It feels stupid to get stressed about all the shit that usually bothers him when there's so many other things to worry about, but he still finds himself shifting in place, hunching his shoulders, hiding his hands in the crooks of his elbows.

It's sort of a disaster. Worse than last time they saw each other. Billy's not in the mood for Steve's apologies and Steve's at a loss for what else to say.

They don't see each other again for months. Steve graduates. Billy avoids anywhere he thinks Steve might be, and lies awake at night haunted by stolen touches.

He catches a glimpse of Steve through the red haze of storm clouds and cold lightning, tears blurring his vision, the Mind Flayer wearing him like a suit. Their cars collide, and everything whites out for a second.

He's in the hospital again when they finally talk. Billy rolls his eyes at "We've gotta stop meeting like this," and tries not to think about last time he was here. Steve seems more than willing to ignore it. Move forward. Guess demonic possession puts some things into a different perspective.

When Billy's released from the hospital he's seventeen pounds heavier than he was a few months ago. Every time the nurses did their check-ups and put him on the scale they'd pat his elbow, smiling encouragingly, telling him how good he was doing while he watched his stomach get softer, his biceps get less defined, watched himself disappear beneath a layer of fat.

The first thing he does when he gets home is throw up.

He doesn't make it happen. It just happens. And he blames it on the meds they have him on. It's a plausible enough reason, and it means he doesn't have to interrogate the tiny spark of satisfaction he got from losing his lunch.

His second day back home Neil asks him when he's going to start exercising again. His expression is pinched. Cold. His eyes are ice chips freezing Billy's skin wherever they touch, lingering on the softness under his chin, and where the hem of his sleeve pinches his skin.

He pushes his dinner away and grits out an answer from between clenched teeth.

He doesn't need the reminder that he's gotten weak while he was trapped in a hospital bed, but Neil gives it to him anyways. Tells him all about everything he should do to get things back to normal. Push past the pain. Work harder. He tunes it out after a while, and watches grease congeal on his meatloaf.

Eddie Munson is the first person to bring up the things Billy's never known how to talk about.

They started hanging out after Billy's most recent brush with death. Billy's not sure exactly how the got here, from buying the occasional painkiller and letting the guy wax poetic about his dumb band, to spending weekends getting high together at the trailer park. But as weird things in his life go, it's barely worth questioning.

This particular conversation starts with Chrissy Cunningham.

Specifically, Eddie's massive boner for her.

Billy's been noticing it for a while. He hasn't been letting it bother him.

He hasn't.

Maybe he likes the way Eddie smiles at him when they pass a joint back and forth, lazily stretched out and wearing three less layers than usual, and maybe he thinks about closing the distance between them when Eddie offers to shotgun, but it doesn't fucking matter. Just like it doesn't matter that Steve hasn't touched him since before the Mind Flayer and things are fucking weird now that they're on speaking terms again. None of it matters, he's just a fucking idiot.

Because Steve and his new best friend Robin are attached at the hip lately and everyone can see where that's going, and Eddie won't stop talking about tiny, pretty, perfect fucking Chrissy and her stupid ponytail.

And Billy...Billy gets winded walking up the porch steps at his house now. And he pulled a muscle in his back trying to lift half the weight he used to press. And last week he burned three pairs of jeans in the backyard because he kept grabbing them out of his laundry pile, not realizing they don't fit anymore until he was struggling to pull them up past his knees.

He's lost the one thing people used to actually like about him. Never the people he wanted, he was never enough for that, but it was something. Now he's just...

Now he's just listening to a guy he likes talk about some goddamn cheerleader like she personally hung the moon just for him.

And he's drunk. They're both drunk. Eddie in a soppy, embarrassing way, with a sparkle in his eye and a flush on his cheeks, an arm across the back of the couch, outstretched far enough that the tips of his fingers almost brush Billy's shoulder.

He wants to move closer. Thinks about shuffling into Eddie's space, curling into the warmth at his side. But it twists in his guts, sours, sickens—he couldn't, he can't. And he hates himself for wanting to.

"What do you see in her?" spills out of his mouth, bitter on his tongue and sharpened by anger he has no right to feel.

She's pretty. He expects it. She's pretty, she's perfect. She's a fucking angel even though her and Eddie only know each other because she buys drugs off of him. But she can do no wrong because she looks like a little china doll with sad eyes and everyone would be devastated if a single hair on her tiny delicate head was harmed.

Eddie only looks thrown off for a second. A moment. But he shrugs it off, leans his head back against the couch cushions and grins at the ceiling. "She likes my music."

Since fucking when.

"So, what, it's just an ego stroking thing then."

"Nah, man. I mean. Like. She's got this whole good-girl thing going on, but you should see her when I pull out my guitar, it's fuckin'...magic. When she lets herself just. Live." He wiggles his fingers in the air, arms spread, then drops them back down.

Billy's heart clenches, squeezes. It hurts and he doesn't know why. "Bullshit."

"Nah, nah. Seriously. The guy she's dating is a fucking asshole. And her mom..." he trails off, and rubs his eye. "She's just got all this pressure to be perfect, act a certain way, look a certain way, be a certain way, and I hate seeing what it does to her, man. I hate it. No one should have to deal with all that. So. I dunno. I like helping her cut loose. Sorta, find herself, I guess." He cracks a crooked smile, casting a glance in Billy's direction.

And his smile drops.

"Billy?" He sits up, cautious, eyebrows up and his eyes wide.

Billy turns away, shocked into motion, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "I'm fine. Fuck off."

He didn't notice he was crying until Eddie looked at him like he'd seen a ghost.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Fuck you."

Eddie doesn't get much more out of him that night. But he starts watching Billy like a hawk after that. Checking in on him at random. Calling if they haven't seen each other in a few days. It should be irritating as fuck, and he acts like it is, but he still basks in the attention.

Doesn't hurt that it seems to annoy Steve to no end.

Especially doesn't hurt when, in a fit of apparent jealousy, Steve shoves Billy into a wall and kisses him like his life depends on it.

The hurt comes when Steve starts to unbutton Billy's shirt and Billy reflexively shoves him away, when he wants to keep going but wants it to stop and can't tell Steve either of those things because he doesn't have the words.

So he gets angry. At Steve, for pushing it, crossing lines he can't even see. But mostly at himself, because it might be easier than standing there heartbroken but he knows it's the worst thing he could do.

And at Steve, again, when the he doesn't respond the way he should. Doesn't punish Billy for doing the wrong thing, reacting wrong, being wrong. He doesn't withdraw and save himself, he tries to understand, tries to talk it out, like this is something Billy can just say out loud and it'll all be fixed.

He doesn't explain. Not that day. But he lets Steve hold him while he cries, ugly gasping sobs into the front of Steve's shirt, curled up in his lap, collapsed on the floor and tangled together. Because despite everything he's told himself, he does fit comfortably in Steve's arms.

💜tag list ppl💜 @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[notsodailycake]

I'm having thoughts about "Httyd: The Hidden World" and how incredibly disappointed I feel about it, and how I hate that.

Specifically, how I hate the fact I can't simply enjoy it. I feel envious every time I see someone praise the movie and show genuine love for it, meanwhile I sit here looking at it with utter disappointment and finding it hard to think it as canon.

And I tried to enjoy it, I really did.

I only watched it much recently, not when it came out, with not much memory of the 2 previous movies, and yet I sat there confused and in utter shock of the plot. I can't just sit here and ignore all the worldbuilding it broke, all the morals they fought for in the previous movies that got completely thrown out of the window. And this isn't even including the series (which I am now also watching bc I never got the chance to finish them), the more episodes I watched, the more the 3rd movie just became worse to me with how many things it just threw away.

But again, without the series, it still just doesn't sit right with me.

And I'm not gonna go on a rant about why, bc I think that deserves to be it's own post, or else this one would be way too long for me to type out coherently, I dont wanna focus on that rn (feel free to ask tho I guess).

I watched it with my dad, who was the one who introduced httyd to me (or well, it was one of the random movies that came out at the time that he had us watch since he knew me and my sis liked animated stuff), and he has no recollection of the older movies, and even HE felt put off by it. It just felt so....empty?

Idk

People can enjoy it, I dont wanna take that away from them, but it just sucks. I hate how this movie is the canon for it, how I'll have to sit here and accept that this is how it ended, (imma ignore the future series thank u very much), that not everyone will agree with me that this movie isn't canon and that we can move past it, which they shouldn't, people deserve to have their own opinions ofc. But that I, out of my own stupid will and stubbornness of not being able to move past it, will just sit here in this deep and dark hole of disappointment and no matter how much I claw my fingers on it's walls I wont ever escape to the top of the light.

There are stuff I genuinely enjoy about this movie tho, how they introduced hiccstrid kids, the cute chemistry between them and the lovely flashbacks between Hiccup and his dad. There were some moments I genuinely luaghed at and still do. But it's all attached to a bigger and broken plotline with such disappointing conclusions (take a sip every time I say disappointing).

And yes, there is the "ignore canon choose fanon" line, in which I do follow alot. But here, for some reason, I have such a hard time doing so :(

So yeah, I hate that I can't enjoy the 3rd movie. I hate that I live in constant disappointment for it and there wont be anything I can do about it bc that's how it is, how it ended, the canon.

I'm not here for an argument tho. If you like the movie, than great! Go enjoy it! I'm not stopping you, I'm not trying to invalidate that and sorry if I did come off that way. I personally just have alot of gripes with it and feel kinda alone about it

Just block and move on if this bothers you, I dont wanna upset anyone with this, just need a let out of my frustrations

[brynnsasha191]

https://www.tumblr.com/baldwinhearts/753792475477557248/if-what-im-going-to-say-upsets-you-please-block?source=share

what the fuck did i just read?

I'm almost angry at you because I had to read that in order to respond to you, anon. I honestly have the same question as you, what the fuck did I just read?

I think it's funny how they mention that Alicent represents so many types of abuse and how Alicent suffered marital rape when Alicent literally enabled her son to abuse and rape servants, and most likely made sure that Helaena suffer marital rape. Yes, Alicent is the reason Helaena and Aegon are married. No, Aegon is not a good husband.

"Mostly he just ignores you, unless he's drunk" Okay so maybe Helaena consented but that doesn't change the fact that Hel was completely neglected until her husband drank and drank and was probably not gentle. Despite the retconning, I remember all.

TG can call Rhaenyra all the names they want until they're blue in the face, it will never be true. They claimed that Rhaenyra slept with a man who didn't want it, I'm sorry but I laughed. Rhaenyra sleeping with Cole was completely consensual, and completely not Nyra's fault. She was drunk, very drunk, if he truly didn't want it then he should've told her NO and taken her back to her room. Regret isn't the same as never wanting it in the first place. Cole clearly never learned that you shouldn't sleep with someone drunk while you're sober. Even Fabian says Cole completely consented.

People act like Rhaenyra slept around SO MUCH. Nyra has slept with four people in her entire life. And she had a good reason for sleeping with someone else during her marriage to Laenor, she needed to provide heirs to TWO great houses. For the last time, her sons are not bastards, they were accepted by Laenor as his sons, as Corlys and Viserys' grandson's by all those men. They are legitimate because Laenor and Corlys say they are. Stay mad, they aren't bastards.

Yes, Rhaenyra feels entitled to the throne because it's hers. She is Viserys named heir, his first child. Aegon being his first son means nothing because she's his heir. I won't get into the great council rn but rest assured that it matters.

Alicent sleeping with Cole could be considered empowering but only because Alicent had deluded herself and her stans into thinking she's suffered more than anyone on earth and this is her way to freedom. Other than that, it's entirely hypocritical. Alicent is using Cole as her whore, telling him "it can't happen again" and then taking him away from his post and into her bed which led to the death of Jaehaerys. "But they have a connection 🥹" yes so did Cole and Nyra, they believed they really cared about each other. Also TG would make the argument that Alicent was a dutiful wife for years. But that doesn't change that Alicent slept with Cole OUTSIDE OF MARRIAGE which is what she hated Rhaenyra for in S1. That's the definition of hypocrisy.

I truly don't understand why Nyra having sex is horrible of her but Alicent having sex is empowering. Nyra was trapped by her father who just wanted to marry her off without a thought for her wishes, she was trying to fight for her claim when no one thought she deserved or was capable of it. So she had sex with someone she had feels for and she's a slut. Okay whatever.

Alicent is not the saint TG thinks she is. She's the most delusional narcissists in this show. Rhaenyra is not close to an entitled brat and Rhaenyra has suffered a whole hell of a lot more than Alicent. And since it was offered, I immediately blocked this person. I was too tired and angry to make this coherent but whatever

[sos717]

https://www.tumblr.com/blommp717/756224378237222912/ever-felt-like-your-life-is-never-gonna-change-no?source=share hope this isn't too similar to the ask above but what you wrote resonated with me sooo much and i feel so understood so i thought i'd send you one too🤭 have you ever had any moments where you just couldn't let go of the ego? for example, where i live it's super hot rn and everything's making me angry. humid weather where you literally can't breathe, constantly sweating even when i'm doing nothing, the heat literally taking away my ability to form a coherent thought, etc. etc. during moments like these, i just can't help but think i'm the ego, sad/upset/pissed about how everything sucks. i just can't observe under these conditions. i can't even finish this ask without getting irritated. how do i return to self when the ego is undergoing such terrible(??) conditions?

(Just a quick announcement before I get into it, I created my own tag as #blommp717 so I don’t spam the other tags all the time 😭😭)

Well I think you’ll be very pleased to know that you’re already “doing” it perfectly. Like I said in my newer posts, if nonduality is the true nature of existence, then what goal is there to achieve to be even more enlightened? Even when questioning to find something, that’s just the idea that there’s more to find. You don’t need to make yourself feel good when you don’t, I’m never going to be like those bloggers 😭😭. I hate sweaty heat so I get what your saying, a month ago when I was in India seeing my family, if I wasn’t in a room with AC girl I would freak and literally not function. Even then I knew I didn’t need to do anything. I also want you guys to stop giving into this ego b.s, It’s just another name we give to something we don’t like and pretend it’s some kind of being that resides with us. You don’t have to escape anything, understand that you are complete and whole as your are right now because you are all there is. If you want a “change” in experience, trust me when I say you don’t have to feel good about what you think, you don’t need to believe what you think, and you don’t need to worry about anything but what you like. I stopped caring about feeling it real and all that random stuff a while ago and it feels so freeing.

A feeling is just a feeling, not a fact, it can’t tell you a thought, it’s just a sensation of the body, don’t take it as a statement, or an indicator.

I truly hope this helped you in some way 🫶🤭☀️ take care friend, don’t feel afraid to ask more questions if you want to!

[erxxi3]

OMFG !!

AMAZING PROMPT POPPED INTO MY BRAIN AS IM IN A HOSPITAL RN FOR MY BROTHER BUT ANYWAYS BESIDES THE POINT (He’s doing fine btw).

THE READER RIDING COCKY JILL’S STRAP BEFORE HER ROOMIE CLAIRE GETS BACK, BUT THEY ALMOST GET CAUGHT THANK GOODNESS JILL HAD A PLAN. 🤭🤭

She is definitely dominant when it comes to sex – Her most favorite think is to have you ontop of her, as she leaned back into the pillows while you rode her strap-on, and you always seem too shy to make things work that way with her.

“Are we gonna fuck like this all night? Because I’m not complaining, but I want to get going before Claire gets back,” she said in a teasing voice. “You could just tell me what you need. I can give you everything you ever want.” You shook your head slowly as if deep in thought, when in actuality you were contemplating how many times you could possibly come tonight.

She smiled widely at this, knowing exactly what you were thinking. You couldn't hide anything from her for long - especially when it came to orgasms.

When you finally did speak, though, it was more of a mumble than a coherent answer. “No... no, you can't...” she raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean... yes, but, I don't want to be so needy... I'm sorry - " she silenced you with a passionate kiss. Her lips were warm on yours, gentle but firm, keeping her pace thrusting into you holding your hips down making it where you would probably have a bruise by tomorrow.

The only reason your legs weren't giving out from under you was because they had gone numb from pleasure, and that wasn't happening now. She made you feel weak, but at least you still had some strength left. After a minute or two of that you pushed forward to bring her closer. The rest of her body followed suit without protest; going deeper hitting every sensitive spot inside your pussy. When you pulled back, gasping for air you saw her eyes were half lidded, as though enjoying the view of your arousal. You blushed, not used to showing your face like this.

Both of you hear the front door open and claire “IM HOME!” yelled at the top of her lungs, hearing footsteps walk closer to your bedroom door. You froze up and Jill layed you on her chest telling you to pretend to be asleep, as she put the blanket over both of your naked bodies.

You heard Claire's voice calling through the thin walls as she opened the door to your room. Then there was silence and she said “Jill, what are you doing here?”

Jill replied “Just having a little situation trying to not wake y/n up.” Your heart raced even faster as you listened to their conversation. She chuckled lightly, “Well I’ll leave you be then.” Claire said quietly leaving the room shutting the door behind her, as Jill uncovered you once she was completely away. “Sorry about that, babe.” You gave her a soft smile as she pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips. You looked deeply into her eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered softly, kissing her cheek.

You sat upright carefully, as her pace picks back up again, and she started whispering sweet praises in your ear telling you how beautiful you look and how good her hands feel on you, all the while you were getting closer, and closer to your climax remembering the feeling of being on cloud 9.

“Mmmhmn, yesssss... Yes, like that…” You could hardly contain yourself, and you were so close… It was almost painful… “Shhh, keep quiet..!” she commanded, stopping her movement abruptly, making you whimper. Your eyes met hers. “Come on baby, let me show you how much you mean to me.” She whispered seductively. You felt the heat between your legs spread as her hand moved lower.

As soon as she reached that place, she stopped, making you whine with frustration. “I know you do… Come on, cum for me baby…” Her voice turned husky, and it sounded so enticing, almost hypnotic. You tried to reach it as well. “Don’t try to deny it… It’s right there. You feel it, don’t you? That’s the feeling…” You bit your lip hard not to moan as she squeezed harder and harder until you were writhing under her grip, “C-cant take more haah—“ you mumbled into her neck.

“S`good, this pussy is all mine~ You like that, huh? Just sayin’… You should enjoy it while it lasts, right?” she asked you, smirking at your desperately eager nod.

“Good girl… ” she purred in between kisses and bites, making your nails dig into her back, as you threw your head back moaning in ecstacy. As your orgasm neared its peak her movements slowed down slightly. ‘Oh God please’ you silently pleaded, squeezing her back harder, not wanting her to stop for any longer than necessary. Then it hit and she moaned along with you as her climax overtook her. You closed your eyes, breathing hard and shuddering as the last spasm subsided, the tears welling up in them. You held on tight to Jill for fear of falling apart in a million pieces after such an intense experience.

“It's okay… Shhh… You're safe… It’s over now. It’s over, babe.. I love you…” You felt her kiss her way up your neck, nipping on your earlobe, before finally resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered open. “You’re really pretty when you’re crying like that…” she teased, caressing your damp cheek with the pad of her thumb, looking straight into your soul, causing a shiver to travel down your spine. Your eyes widened and you could practically taste her words.

“So beautiful…” she murmured. You kissed her deeply this time before she pulled herself off you and got dressed, heading towards the bathroom, not even bothering with your nipples poking through your shirt. Once she's safely in the restroom you lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling, still unable to believe how incredible she made you feel – physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

You didn't want it to end. But alas the universe had other plans. As you slowly drifted off, the last thing you heard before passing out was “I love you,” she murmured, kissing your forehead softly.

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A/N: my lovelies I hope that this satisfies any of your desires, and that I didn't do bad due to my writers block for you guys, so I am excited and nervous.

[youmakethelight]

Sleep deprived thoughts about Carol. When I have slept, I might reread this and try to make it more coherent.

Carol's survivor's guilt is going to be so interesting in TBOC. I've just watched The Grove in my rewatch and there's a scene where she talks about Sophia. And in it, she says that Sophia didn't survive bc she didn't have a mean bone in her body. Combined with the accumulation of events that make Carol feel utterly shit about herself (e.g. the banishment, the kill count list), it gives a heartbreaking insight into how she views herself. She's frequently praised for being a "badass" and how she does what needs to be done to survive, so what does that say to her about the reason she survives?

Also, when Sophia was originally missing, she thought it was her fault for praying for her abusive husband to die. So, again, the fucked up way that would all feed into her psyche to have her thinking things are her fault. Skskksks

I can't believe we're so lucky to have melissa mcbride. She's thought so deeply about this character, and now she's going to give us a whole show where she works through it all in depth. And we get to watch her insane acting talent.

I've already seen 2x01 but I'm so excited to watch it again and process more fully Carol's scenes. Idec about caryl rn. I'm just so excited for Carol's story. It's going to be SO good.

[protectingtulpas]

Tulpamancy vs Chronic Fatigue

[Plain text: Tulpamancy vs Chronic Fatigue]

Fuck it, if I'm gonna complain so much about being being exhausted on here I might as well make a semi-coherent post about it.

So, when I was made, my host wanted one thing of me. And that was to do whatever the fuck I wanted, to take the body and drive us both to make more of our lives, do more with ourselves and stop being so cooped up.

That uh, was before we realized we've got Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I ended up not having the energy to give us the ass-kicking we needed, neither of us did, and my host sure as hell didn't know what we were up against. Headspace is nice, yeah, but it's not the same, even with how vast and expansive ours is. It's just not as tangible. I can't go out like I want, experience the world like I want, put as much energy into MY life like I want. I can't just force my way through it, and it made us both step back and re-evaluate our lives and purposes and shit. You'd be thinking I'd be wondering why I was made, why I'm here at all. Aren't I angry at my host? Don't I feel trapped?

But here's the secret, tbh. Living at all? Fucking rocks. There's nothing like air to breathe, the wind blowing, the sun glowing. I'm not angry at them for bringing me around, because like, the limitations of our body don't mean that I'm better off not existing. I've experienced!! I'm alive!! Maybe it's slower than I thought, and yeah that kinda sucks, especially as a tulpa. Even the act of making a tulpa in the first place can take soooo much longer when you're working against exhaustion, a spoon budget, brain fog, etc. But the thing is, just living the best you can is always worth it. I'm glad I exist. Yeah, I know I'm limited, but I'm not gonna go getting nihilistic instead of making the most of what I've got. I'm not gonna dwell on why I was "born"/created, I've got my whole life ahead of me, and I've already done so much, made a ton of positive memories, and made plans for my future. And I'll go at it at my own pace, because I deserve it.

I guess my point for potential hosts is that if your hangup over creating a tulpa is because of some disability reason, don't worry about it, just go for it. Long as you're ready to navigate disabled life with somebody else, and you're gonna give em as much space to live their life within ur personal physical & mental capabilities, then it's just as ok. Life is never a waste, and disabled lives aren't any less worth living.

I know I have a crapton of asks in my inbox, but this felt more fitting since my blog is sporadic as hell rn. I'll try to keep the momentum going tho

[astridthevalkyrie]

U want lds thoughts? I gotchu 🫡

I really like all 3 boys, but I'm leaning Zayne bc he's just so husband coded. He's the only one I could see a long-term relationship w. I love Xavier and Rafayel, but I just can't picture them as husbands or dads (at least w my MC/myself). I also desperately need them to interact in game and in the main story, there's just sm potential for chaos and funnies.

I honestly dk what will happen next. Obviously, MC is gonna want to investigate Onichynus and her heart, but idk how that story will unfold or how they'll tie in the stories w each li and their separate myths/reincarnation bit. (Also, the fact that the myths happen in the future doesn't make sense to me yet, so I hope they plan to really flesh that out and not give us questionable writing like most mobile otomes do). Idk how I feel abt Sylus (and possibly Caleb) becoming lis, ig I'll have to see what they're like and if they appeal to me at all, bc so far we haven't had enough Caleb content for me to actually get attached (I was also convinced he was MCs brother so idt I'll ever be able to see him romantically 😭).

I hope we'll get to see more of the side characters and what MCs life is like outside of just the three guys, but I honestly doubt it lmao (more for me to hc abt ig lol).

I have more but this is already rambly and idk how to be coherent rn. This game is giving me brainworms and I'm def thinking abt it too hard. Oh, well. I don't consume media, media consumes me.

i'm telling you it's xavier boyfriend zayne husband and rafayel sneaky link. that's exactly the look and vibe they give off.

i think as of right now zayne is the most popular, at least on ao3 him/mc is the most popular ship. which is just to be expected when you have a levi ackerman coded character LOL. like you said, he's a husband. he just is. he's a doctor and he's successful and he cares for the mc so deeply it just makes sense. i started the game for him because. i mean he looks like THAT. he acts like THAT. he has ice powers and you get to melt the ice in his heart and make him love you i adore that shit see my pinned post for the kind of romance i write you could make a zayne x reader set in the aot universe and it would be my fic. and dooooooon't get me started on dawnbreaker zayne. DON'T GET ME STARTED i gasped during the anecdote when the truth about the kid comes out. he dreams about his past life what the fuck bro what the fuck.

surprisingly, though, while i do love him, he's probably the one i've had the least amount of thoughts about (that's still clearly a lot of thoughts so that's not saying much). i think it's partly because my gacha favors xavier and rafayel a lot more and right now i pretty much am just heavily thinking about whichever guy i consumed the content for last.

xavier and rafayel have me obsessed. i thought xavier would be completely meh because zen from mysme was meh for me. but um. he was not meh. my levi hawks pattern has told me that i love a man who was forced into fighting because of the stupid goodness in his heart and manipulative outside forces. and even though that's not exactly what's going on with xav, he does have that vibe. his is the only myth i've watched in full and i'm just. they should have been able to go to uluru together. the scene where they're both lying on the ground i have watched it so many times. i love love love the royalty x captain of the guards trope so much. the fact that they both serve in both roles is insane. i've read the anecdote about her first life on philos too there's a fucking part in there that talks about how he shares his EARBUDS with you?????? end me.

and rafayel is beautiful. like he's actually beautiful. his english voice actor makes him sound so fucking bisexual + the bi wife energy whenever you're with him is just. UGH. the game is hilarious whenever he's on screen and obviously with the way the main story has ended for now he's the most intriguing. and while you can feel the pining energy from all three of them, his is just. lowkey the most pathetic. and i eat it up. bro started TEACHING AT HER COLLEGE just for the chance to see her. i like that he's not possessive per se but he is very whiny and attention seeking the sassy man syndrome is real. i need to unlock his myth but i'm not patient so i may very likely just watch it on youtube. i need to see hunter rafayel. i need to see him right now.

the main story is genuinely fascinating. i was a little bit bored up until the explosion happened and it really kicked in. bc suddenly it's not just 3 guys and you doing your best, but you actively investigating and them helping you. like i said i don't have raf's myth and i haven't finished zayne's yet (need more fucking upgrades to his card) so i don't have the full story but at least what i'm getting right now is okay. they're all from the past or future. they all remember?? xavier and rafayel definitely do. zayne knows something about grandma who seems kinda shady to me. i've seen the caleb=sylus or at least caleb lives theories. i saw someone say the man at the end isn't sylus though? and his english va is the same as caleb's but in other languages it's someone else. idk.

idk about the others but xavier's myth being in the future makes sense. i'm pretty sure the timeline goes: in our current timeline, earth is about to go bye-bye and become inhabitable bc of wanderers -> survivors go to philos -> xavier and a new mc are both born -> she dies bc of something in her heart and is reborn bc she's the only one who's truly immortal (everyone else on philos lives forever naturally but can still be killed i think??) -> new lightseeker mc and xavier are meant to become guard and prince respectively but philos is dying -> to save mc from being sacrificed again and again xavier decides to go back in time to find another way where he after at least like 200 years meets current timeline mc

i know what you mean about not being able to see caleb as a love interest. the first time i saw him i genuinely thought they had no need to make my brother this hot what the fuck. and then i realized he was just her childhood friend and i went

and then he blew up 😭

i neeeeeed to see the love interests interact. i mean mc barely thinks about the others whenever she's with one but i really hope in the next arc we actually see them meeting each other. beefing or working together or whatever, i need to know (i may also have already started a fic about what's gonna happen next bc i'm mentally ill). xavier has a tracker on her so he should be able to find her and zayne kinda disappeared off the face of the earth but i want them all back. i want interaction. i want it so bad.

[master-of-blogging]

Dragons Rising season 2 Spoilers under the cut!!!!!! Be warned!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I haven't been this excited about Ninjago in FOREVER.

The writing in season 1 was already great but this season really stepped it up even more!!!

Dont get me wrong, I LOVE Ninjago and I have for years, but this season really has me looking back like

It probably helps that I just finished a rewatch of the whole show and watching Crystallized and Dragons Rising back to back really highlights how much of an improvement we've gotten.

Ahem. Spoilers!

I feel like everyone got a chance to shine in this half of the season. Between last season and this one I FINALLY started caring about Kai again (I love him....he just hasn't been given much to do in ages). His and Wyldfyre's dynamic is adorable and wonderful and I need him to get out of the Netherworld AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (but not before he and Bonzle become besties).

Favorite parts of the season rapid-fire:

-ZANE CALLING COLE ADORABLE AND COLE SAYING HE'S ALWAYS ADORABLE HECK YEAH COLE YOU ARE🥰🥰🥰(he's been my number one for years)

-speaking of Cole! He and Geo are as close to canon as we're probably getting and while I am a lavashipper at heart, those two are so cute.

-Lloyd facing the consequences of his actions! (And there BEING consequences) and straight up saying that he has panic attacks because of his visions. I am such a sucker for Lloyd Angst and this season was full of it.

-NYA my girlfriend my fiancée my wife WOMAN THAT YOU ARE helping Kai achieve Rising Dragon and helping Lloyd with his vision trauma. Ninjago give her even more to do in Part 2 I'm not asking.

-Jay was there for 30 seconds and they missed him again!!!! I hope he gets a bigger role in Part 2. I really liked the crumbs they dropped though...he knows he doesn't belong where he is, he knows he has powers, he is scared to let anyone know.....excellent I just need MORE.

-I am So Worried about Arin but in a good way. Obviously in Part 2 he will find out about Sora using her powers to fake his object Spinjitzu and that will cause a rift in their friendship AND feed into his feelings of inadequacy AND I LOVE IT you can't have a Ninjago character without heaping piles of trauma and angst being piled onto them by the writers

-every time Kai acted like a dad is perfect. Every single time. I'm pretty sure he's like 30 now and it's about time he got a new kid to mentor (Lloyd's all grown up😭)

-Why is Cinder kinda fine??? I was not prepared for his English voice actor😭😭😭😭

-Cinder and Jordana's rivalry was hilarious and petty 10/10 no notes

I PROBABLY HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT IM BARELY COHERENT RN!!!!!!!!!

[chaikachi]

Listen as a RG shipper who has been burned by other shows with ships I don’t wanna put my tin hat on. But NEO??? Has been using Oscar A LOT to mess with Ruby. And assuming she turned into Ruby to trick Oscar to get the lamp back in V7 👀👀👀 also I just rewatched V5 and when they all have a sit down he just stares at her and Ruby giggles and I’m like “HE THINKS SHES PRETTY AWWWW” like I’m not calling it shipbait bc I have no idea if they will become Bee levels of canon and I’ll be fine if they don’t. But MAN do they care about each other A Lot in canon to the point where the Optical Illusion character uses them to hurt each other. Like Yang? Her big sister totally get it. Penny? Neo knew when she died with her first body that’s her best friend after or alongside Weiss but Weiss isn’t dead. But OSCAR!?? The guy she only met THREE volumes ago HES the one who shows up? Not her UNCLE or JAUNE but FARMBOY????

Neo ships it (evily) is all I’m saying

I don't wanna get peoples hopes up in case crwby somehow swerves off course or we just don't get to see the end of the show, but I genuinely don't think it's shipbait at this point.

First want to bring up the v5 thing. Yes he stares at and giggles at her, firmly believe that boy had a case of love crush at first sight... but Ruby ends up mirroring very similar tone, dialogue, and body language later on in the fumble scene.

Oscar: Ah, sorry! Ruby: Heh, sorry-

Putting behind a read more cause i'm riled up with new rwby/whole loaf of rg bread zoomies and don't feel very coherent rn aha.

There is a post somewhere on this site that i can't find anymore which goes through all the BB/RG parallels (a shorter copy of it exists here on twitter) and that list since v9 just keeps getting longer.

Like... Sorry, Blake's biggest fear in v3 was that her past would come back and hurt those she loves. She is proven right to fear that when Adam shows up and attacks Yang and then because she can't handle that guilt, Blake runs away??

Vs.

Ruby, being terrified that if she carries on the path she's headed down, more of her friends will die. And Neo uses Oscar (and Little, who strongly parallels him) to prove Ruby's fears right which also leads her to 'running away'? Because the thought of hurting him, of losing him is just something Ruby can't bare????

Bro.

The ship parallels themselves are so specific and are absolutely worth mentioning, but RG itself stands so strongly even on it's own. The narrative orbits and constant, consistent emphasis on how much Ruby and Oscar care about each other is deafening at this point.

Just about everyone in the main cast has gone through huge portions of their character arcs in the previous eight volumes. Except for our protagonist... until now.

The scene we get in v9e8 where Neo uses Oscar as the last nail in Ruby's coffin ties him directly to her fatal flaw. They could have used anyone else. It could have been Yang. It could have been Qrow. It could have been her team partner Weiss. It could have been Blake, someone that's admitted to looking up to her. It could have been Penny a third time.

But. It. Wasn't.

It was Oscar.

Oscar, who was the first illusion Ruby saw when falling. Oscar, who is the only person she's close to that she didn't get to properly reunite with in v8. Oscar, who's absence in the Ever After has been SO STRONG to anyone that's paid attention to their dynamic up until now.

Ruby's fatal flaw is her grief, and by extension, loneliness and guilt. Ruby has shouldered all of this weight for so long alone and every volume up until now shows us that there is one person that made her feel like she was actually on equal footing for once. Maybe not completely alone. That she had someone looking out for her as much as she looked out for them. Oscar. And when Neo, the illusionist, uses Oscar's death against Ruby? That is her first of two breaking points.

I'm sorry - and i gotta emphasize this isn't directed at you so much as a general declaration - but at this point any anti, meaner, or non-believer that tries to tell me there is not very clear evidence in show pointing to RG needs to stop telling me to take off shipping glasses and has to just put like... normal reading glasses on lskd;jlfks

It is just... undeniable to me at this point. Despite still hearing people refer to them as siblings when it's like... if they wanted to emphasize the sibling bond, YANG WAS RIGHT FREAKING THERE!!

If Ruby is getting a love interest in show (cough cough she already has one) there is literally NO ONE else that fits the bill. They wouldn't introduce someone new this late in the game, and of the rest of the remaining cast, she has not been shown as close to any of them in the ways that tie to her character arc as strongly as this one does.

Ruby is the protagonist, Oscar is the deuteragonist. The core of this story orbits around both of them as the the chosen warrior destined to defeat Salem and barer of Oz's curse, respectively. Their individual character arcs also tie to and parallel each other's consistently: Oscar, who is trying so hard to hold onto his identity despite the merge vs Ruby who has spent this entire volume trying to push hers away.

Yes, all other Ruby ships are valid, don't get me wrong. But from a canon, narrative perspective, Rosegarden is the only one that is being pushed this aggressively.

And I can't be convinced otherwise at this point 🤡

[phoenix-reburned]

More coherent thoughts in a minute but

CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP AGSNDJSJSJRFNFKDUWYEGEF

Anyways onto actual stuff. I actually like the voices now that I've heard them in actual quality, it will take some time to get used to some little things (Max especially has a few tones that are weird) but all in all I think they did great and I find that they fit the characters pretty well. Max's is definitely my favorite change outta the bunch.

I love how they addressed the hiatus in Nikki's letter in the beginning, it was nice to see them acknowledge how long the fans have been waiting. I really enjoyed the characterization in this episode. I've seen people say that Max was inconsistently characterized in s4, and while I didn't really notice it I think the writing on all the kids was really good. I love the Dolph redesign, it fits him so much more and I'm glad they're finally getting rid of the stupid Hitler stuff.

I liked how good the humor was in this episode, a lot less offensive-shocking humor and more... Idk well written humor I guess? It's 3am rn forgive me for my stupidity rn lol.

The plot was good too. They spent enough time on the funny, typical camp camp plot while also taking the time to actually take the characters, their development, and their story as a whole seriously. I enjoyed both halfs, but the second half was definitely the highlight. It was what a lot of us were wanting for a long time. I love how they let Max grieve the loss of summer and didn't force him to be optimistic at the end. I love how David was real with him and actually TALKED to him. I know it's not the first time but this episode's Dadvid moment definitely stands out as one of the BEST moments in the entire series imo. The end was amazing and I loved seeing my kids again and can't wait to see even more next year!

Now onto season 5 general thoughts. I'm curious if Gwen is gonna be completely absent from next season since she's got her new writing gigs. It would be nice to have her visit for an episode or two still, or at least show that she and David are still talking. I think it'd be fun to have a new character to replace her as a counselor, hell maybe even two counselors! I'm also wondering how many kids are gonna be back next summer. I mean the main trio obviously, but are they gonna try and add and remove characters? I wonder if they'll write Dolph out permanently with this. It would be cool to have a few new campers this season, but I hope that doesn't come at the cost of our old ones leaving. Those are kind of my main questions going into this season and I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks about this stuff.

Also, Max and photography is not something I thought would mix but it's actually perfect and I love it I missed my son so bad-

[leynaeithnea]

Alrighty Circe saga let's gooo

14.I'm super convinced Ody was in denial. He knew but in that moment , aftert losing it all right when he was so close to home , he doesn't have it in him to process this , what eury did, I think he's so defeated he's drained and does not want to talk about it.

"A woman ... What?" Is so unserious honestly

Ody here vs in Scylla really really hurts don't make me even think about it ajjsjsjsn

15.I might be physically incapable of disagreeing with you actually. It's a good song but not the best, the good thing about it it's 100% Hermes, my man comes in , all charming and silly, grants ody a crazy power , tells him he'll probably die either way and then goes his merry way. Iconic , 10/10

16.furiosly blushing at the mere thought of acting this out with someone DAMN ( good for you kakdkskksns)

LYING CHARACTERS SUPREMACY!!!! *stars shaking * *explodes *

In Ody's defence when Circe immediately proposed lust I was also like ???? Girl what??? There must be another ten thousand better ways to go about this?? BUT I realize now that Circe is probably used to dealing with scums and filthy man that at the mere mention of sex become cocky and stupid becase they want her and because they believe they are so irresistible obviously she can't resist them. Meanwhile she is getting ready to stab them several times ( queen behavior honestly)

17.I can't express into words how happy I was he refused!! The circumstances were all perfectly placed so that he couldn't say no BUT HE STILL DID!!! RISKED IT ALL BECAUSE HE MIGHT BECOME A MONSTER BUT NEVER A CHEATING HUSBAND!!!! JAKSKSKSKJS

also when circe talks about the Underworld chills kaksksmsnsn her voice is so gooood

All in all a good saga obviously, but I just might like Hermes and Circe more than I like their songs

next up Underworld Saga!!! ( I'm also really scared and I'm pretty sure I can't form coherent thoughts about the songs , only tears and anguised cries )

Edit: i messed up the post and dont remember the first things i wrote but anyway, i might send you a bunch morw things including a reprise one reactor wrote for Full speed ahead....yeah..anyway

18. The Underworld

"All i hear are screams, everytime i dare to close my eyes [etc]" man hes so traumatized, he needs a hug, i love him

Just a man reprise PLS

"Captain" "Captain, why would you let the cyclopse live when ruthlessness is mercy-" ALL I HEAR IS SCREAMS......

question: why do the men join in when he sings "every time i dare to close my eyes" and the rest...mh......

I keep thinking of the infant from that night.... HES SO HAUNTED BY hIS ACTIONS SO SO HAUNTED

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" POLITES MY BOY STILL THINKING THESE THOGUHTS AS HE WAS DYING WHYYYYYYY YYYYYY ...ouchy douchy

ALSO THE way Steven sings the last "greet the world with open Aaaaarmms" its a different pace/note (?) than the other times hes sung it and its so goood

the voiceacting with Odys "Polites- " "Polites...." ....

.....

and theN

AND THEN

"waiting...."

VOICED BY JAYS MOm; PLS??? SERIOUSLY? I still sob to that song occationally, in fact im listening to the song as im typing this and my eyes are teary rn

"i took to long"....hits some fears, esp bc I'm living a few hours away from home rn bc of college and additionally Im constantly stuck between having to leave one home behind for another (college, where my friends are, my moms where my gardens, cats and little sister are and my dads where my baby brother and they are) so im constantly stuck on like.....being missed and missing people and i know that it comes down to trying to make the best of the time we do have and enjoying each moment we get but man IT HITS OUCH

"bye mom.." ouch

AND THEN THE SCREAMS AGAIN ....so good......so ouchy......most painful day

BUT I FORGOT, ELPENOR I love this funfact so much "558 men" but only 557 before poseidon, siejseigje "i drank wine from a palace ontop of circes palace and fell and broke my neck in shame" i love this so much

19. No Longer You

...ngl, i love how most animators depicted Tiresias lowkey hot af with white hair and all, ....HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD

I want to dance to this song siejgsegi (im not good but i had some lessons for my prom and i can at least do the basics in walz x))

the "there is a world where i help you get home" is soooooo well sung

also "thats not a world i know" "what???"(what saga) but also OUCH rip ody

AND THEN THE PROPHECY

"i see a song of past romance" SUFFERING

"i see the sacrifice of men" SYCLLA

"i see portrayals of betrayal and a brothers finial stand" MUTINIY

"I see you on the brink of death" END OF THUNDER BRINGER??? OR LATER SONGS????

"i see a man who gets to make it home alive but its no longer you".....ody being like "bUT WHY?" yeah his anger is justified

"i see your palace covered in red, faces of men who had long believed you dead" IM SOOO EXCITED for that song

"i see your wife with a man who is hunting, a man with a trail of bodies..." "WHO" (owl) (istg i love how many memes this fandom has)

i also love how the choir techincally spoilers the whole act 2 but we simply dont know BECAUSE JORGE WONT TELL US THE REST THAT HAPpenS AFTER THUNDER SAGA grr

20. Monster

Ody having an existential crisis fr fr

"im the only one whos line i havent crosses" aaaaahhhh

"is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills?, is he up in the middle of the night" THIS IS WHAT ODY IS eXPIRIENCING THATS WHAT HES TELLING US HOW BADLY HES COPING WITH ALL THAT HAPpeneD THERE

"or does he end my men do avenge his friend and hten sleep knowing he has done him right" THIS IS WHAT HE KNOWS ACUTALLY hAPPENS HE COMPAReS HIMSELF TO THESE PEOPLE AND OUCHY

"when the witch turns mens to pigs to protect her nymphs is she going insane?" HE FEELS LIKE HES GOING INSANE SOMEONE GIVE hIM A HUG

"or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain" THATS WHAT HE KNOWS HE HAS TO BECOME

"when a god comes down and makes a fleet drown is he scared that hes doing something wrong" ODY BABY

"or does he keep us in check so we must repsect him and now noone dares to piss him off" ODY IS SCARED OF POSEIDON NOW HES TERRIFIED

"does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping trojas cause he is vile" THATS WHAT HE THINKS OF HIMSELF

"or does he throw away his remorse to save more lives with guile" HE HAS been STRUgGLING SO HARD WITH THE GUILD AND REGRET OF WHAT HE DID IN TROY BUT HE KNOWS, when he killed the infant, he already made the choice of his family over one live BUT it haunted him the whole time, it dictated his actions with Polyphemus and all of that which eventually led to 558 men lost

"if i became the monster and threw that guilt away, would that make us stronger would it keep our foes at bay? (oh baby, its going to work for all of one song im afraid)

"if i became the monster to everyone but us" ("us" his family or his crew I WONDER???) "and made sure we got home again, who would care if we're unjust" Villian arc right here and iM allll here for it

AND THEN THE CHOIR JOining in in "if i became the monster" AND THEN ODY SHIFTING TO "Oh ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" EMBRACING IT

"and deep down i know this well, i lost my best friend, i lost my mentor my mom 500 men gone this cant go ooon" the way this ascents and gets more powerful is sooo good

"I MUST GET TO SEE PENELOPE AND TELEMACHUS" his motivation and reason for everything, im so excited for telemachus voice

"AND IF I GOTTA DROP ANOTHER INFANT FROM A WALL IN AN ISNTANT SO WE ALL DONT DIE" WHEN HE KILLS ANOTHER INNOceNT SO HE CAN get homE OMG PLSSS

and then the whole last part is suchhh good music with choir and and everything aaaaah

"ill become the monster (BAM)" so good.

im scared of the thunder saga one though BECAUSE i have SOOO MUCH to say about this one