#i have read so much about this show and i will literally never watch it

[villainessbian]

It has to be stated as a defiant position because despite there being "no need to inflict that boredom on other people - other artists," the boredom of a few re: actually doing art or respecting others' work was and still is inflicted on everyone through AI.

And for clarification:

"People who think the lack of autonomy is an interesting artistic statement"? Not when making art they don't. The statement can be about a lack of of autonomy, or about making things themselves despite constraints (which is how most forms of poetry function). Not having autonomy and not making something in the first place is not a statement, it's a lack of statement. Silence isn't speech. Definitionally.

"People who are physically disabled in a way that prevents them from engaging with 'traditional' art" is very exactly no one who would artistically benefit from the plagiarism machine. Watching, hearing, smelling, touching, reading, existing in, just knowing any piece of art in any shape or form is engaging with it. If they can't do that with the rest they can't do it with dall-e. You mean people who physically can't create things but somehow are still able to communicate something to the machine.

And to that:

The robot isn't making them able, it's literally a third party copying people who were able.

It's less involved than ordering at a subway, which doesn't make you a "sandwich maker" even if you decided what to put in it. Just another customer. The process is still handled by someone else, your options are still limited by outside forces, and you still only asked for the ingredients.

It all relies on the assumption that the skills displayed are irrelevant to the end product - that a flawless monochrome is equal in value to a click with the paint bucket tool, since they're the same production. There's a reason why art is considered a creative process, not an end result.

Ultimately, this line of thought about "making art accessible" is about the supposed tragedy of someone having a vision without the skills to realise it. But that was always a solved issue. If you can develop these skills, develop them. If you can't or don't want to, commission someone. They're the only ways for you to actually be involved in the creation. Tweaking a machine until it's "yeah, close enough" isn't involvement. It's boredom. It's not caring about what is there. And for some reason that only applies to a few types of art, hm? If I tweak an android to run faster than Usain Bolt it doesn't make me an athlete. If I input a recipe setting in my Thermomix it doesn't make me a competent cook. Installing an autopilot doesn't make me a great pilot. And with my body I can't be any of these things.... and they're all damn closer to accessibility than midjourney is. You want to know what disabled people need? If I need something fetched - e.g. at the pharmacy - and my joint issues prevent me, then a small, fast robot that knows the way would be great. My eyes aren't good enough to visually check for a number of important things in the kitchen and my brain doesn't process time normally, so an automatic timer for cooking times with things that are already checked everywhere saves me a lot of time and food and health issues. Not a single time have I needed openai to make something. If I draw something, maybe my poor vision shows and I get the colours wrong. I don't have a robot colour-pick for me from the top 10 reposted painters online. It looks the same to me but not to you, and that's a much stronger statement about lack of autonomy than you not seeing it or me not making it. If I write it'll be my author's voice, not predictive text with a non-confrontational, PC-according-to-Silicon-Valley-execs tone. If I decide to try composing it will never be "an epic tune in the style of <insert currently-viral group>". And that's the difference between inspiration and botting.

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[imsofreakingtired]

so i just read your sevika x entp and oh y god it was so funny and so so so sooooo good i am in love!!!!!!!

so i was wondering if you could maybe do a Sevika x INFP reader<33

thankyou and love your suff

<33

I LOVE YOU INFPS SO MUCH OFC

Sevika x INFP!reader hcs

mutual pining for YEARS before either of you worked up the courage to talk to each other oh my god it was hell for everyone watching

it was literally  you: she’s so strong and independent and capable, she’d never want me. sevika: she’s so pure and kind and generous, she deserves so much better than me.  

the number one thing you and Sevika have in common: your feelings run deep. once you both agree to commit, there’s no turning back. every breath she takes is in loyalty to you. and you have devoted your soul to hers 

you bring out the softest side of her. she finds herself stumbling over her words when she tries to be honest about her feelings for you. once you win her trust, you are the only person she feels like she can open up to  

sevika is overprotective of you almost to a fault, she is terrified that someone might hurt you. she feels that you are too non-confrontational and wants to take on every single person who ever hurt you in a fight on your behalf. you tease her for this, saying “you’re my girlfriend, not my knight in shining armor” “who was it? who was the asshole who said that to you?” “sev, it’s not that serious, i’m fine—” (her machete is already out) “that fucker is dead tonight.”  

in turn, you push her out of her comfort zone. get her to talk about her feelings. you understand her boundaries but also help her process her emotions, something she has never been able to do. she’s too hard on herself, she will blame herself for the smallest mistakes, and when she feels like she hasn’t done enough she will punish herself for it. the first time you held her face, looked her in the eyes, and said honestly, “you did your best. that’s all that matters. i am proud of you.” she abruptly pushed you away so you wouldn’t see her tears. no one had ever said something like that to her before. 

you’re so unintentionally funny to her. like everything you say just hits her funny bone and you don’t understand it but you love the sound of her laughing so you don’t really care. but it’ll be something like you: *drops food* you, whispering: why has janna forsaken me sevika, from the other room: *snorts out milk*  

Sevika is a surprisingly good therapist to you because she is so pragmatic while you are prone to overthinking things. modern!au scenario in which you were spiraling about a social encounter with someone, worrying that you made them angry or that you came off the wrong way, and she’ll just calmly look you in the eye and say “or….their attitude could have had nothing to do with you.” 

you discover her creative side and then become her own personal cheerleader. you find out she can draw, and you give her a brand new sketchbook the next day. she gets embarrassed, insisting she can’t draw that well, it’s just a hobby, yadda…. but she sketches a portrait of you and you frame it and keep it on your desk because the detail that went into the drawing shows just how much she adores your face, how much she pays attention…how much she loves you

honestly you two would have the longest hugs. you just sink into her arms and Sevika, equally touch starved, will just bury her face in your neck and not let go and you’d just stand there like that for several minutes

[screampied]

do you have any gojo fic recs? sfw and nsfw but nothing else really specific, just in general <3

sure 🎀. i’ll mention some of my fav gojo works i’ve read so farr

laundry day by @satoruhour one of the first gojo fics i’ve read here when i joined tumblr and selineeeee never disappoints. her roommate! gojo is so SCRUMPTIOUS i highly recommend. miss u girlie !!!

older bf gojo! series by @sttoru READ THIS SERIES NOOWWWW. it has both sfw & nsfw n the dynamic always has me swooning. i’d also rec karina’s angst satoru fics if you like angst bc her angst is immaculate and heart wrenching. perfect combo mmh 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

brigerton! gojo series by @fushitoru VERY VERY GOOD this entire series feels like the actual show but better n its so descriptive with lots of yummy angst, plot twists n more. aashi has lots of delicious yummy works, i’d also rec her clan head! gojo and spiderman! gojo bc it’s actual literature >>>

unmistakably yours by @tonycries thisf and i think her fic called ‘initiation!’ were the first tony fics i’ve ever read last year ANDWEEEROO. just ssssoo good, love a good best friends to lovers trope. the part with his powers was so cool n actually changed something in me. GOOD FUCKING SHIT. ur panties will disintegrate

streamer gojo! series by @osaemu this entire series is so cute n streamer gojo’s so 💗💖💞. first fic i’ve read was ‘yes i have a girlfriend, yes she’s real!’ AND ITS SO CUTE. this series has both sfw & nsfw including angst YUM. plus sab’s graphics like always are a total 10. the chats always kill me, especially the toji slander 😭😭.

digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby by @blkkizzat LMAOOOO THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING TO ME. otaku gojo is such a loser and the way kali wrote him, i need him BAD. i’ve never laughed and throbbed so much at the same time in a fic. kali nails gojo’s personality perfectly !!! there’s also a mlist too i believe. i come back to this fic like every month just YUM

wolf in sheep’s clothing by @starmapz this has it all !!!! fluff, angst, smut and it’s just WOW. satoru’s so lovable, and it genuinely felt like i was watching a movie. i’ve read this in one sitting and UUUUGH everything about this fic >>>>

dying for your love by @staryukis I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED ZOMBIE! AU GOJO IN MY LIFE. this fic literally shattered me, the dynamic is just so heartbreaking. it’s set in an apocalypse au! with lots of gut-wrenching angst so beware. soso good, i remember stumbling upon the masterlist and knewww it was gonna be a good read. also, logan’s follow up fic ‘die with a smile’ broke me into two I LOVE IT

[arbitrarykiwi]

WE. NEED. MORE. THANOS.

please literally anything thanos no noncon tho

Suck 'em Dry!

ask and ye shall receive 🗣️🗣️ I literally had no idea what to do at first then I couldn’t get the idea of givin’ him som crazzzyy head out of my noggin, so here ya go 🫡

Warnings: smut (18+), weed mention, smoking weed, pills mentioned, oral (m receiving), name calling (really just bitch, cocksucker once) spit kink, deep throating, swallowing cum, reader gives thanos some crazy head at an after party he hosts that’s pretty much it, read at your own risk

Thanos was sure no one could out-do him. He was the legend, Thanos. He got whatever or whoever he wanted. He knew he was good in bed, he had countless of one night stand that left him raving reviews in the form of spammed messages asking him to come back. Admittedly, he never answered the many girls. He became uninterested in them after the night he spent with them. He was a busy man and couldn’t be bothered to return to a girl if he even had an inkling he would get bored.

So when he set his eyes on you, a cute little thing who showed up to this after party at his house with a group of friends, he thought it would be the same thing- a night of fun and then he’d be off to the next one. He was unaware of it at the time; but you were going to be much different.

He first saw you mingling with the group of girls you showed up with, immediately partaking in the drinks that were laid out on the lavish granite counter. You were in a short, little, sleeveless dress that hugged your curves in the most sinful way, one that was low cut and left little up to the imagination. Every time you giggled, the doughy flesh of your breasts would spill out even more from the tight fabric of the dress. Oh yeah, you got his attention alright.

He watched like a hawk from across the room, not even listening to the group of fanboys that were asking him about an upcoming album. You seemed meeker than your friends, as soon as your group finished a round of shots and your friends quickly scouted out men to flirt with, you didn’t. You were not going straight to a man to dance on or to leach off of like the group you showed up with, but to the corner of the living room. You made yourself comfy on the couch, paying no mind to the couple a few feet away from you damn near fucking on the couch.

He wanted you. He scouted you out and he wasn’t going to call it a good night until he got you in his bed and got to fuck you. He doesn’t even excuse himself from the group of fanboys that were talking to him, he just pushes past them and slowly makes his way over to the couch in the living room- eyes still trained on you.

He watches as you reached into your cleavage, pulling out a blunt from the inside of your dress. Thanos smirked and raised an eyebrow, you were definitely interesting. His eyes follow as you seem to look around looking for something- probably a lighter. And he takes this as the perfect opportunity to make his move.

You were looking around aimlessly, hoping to maybe catch someone’s eye nearby that had a lighter but it didn’t seem like you were going to be in luck. To your left was a couple shoving their tongues in each others mouth and to your right was a group of men standing up near the couch that were too drunk to even comprehend what the other was saying let alone understand you if you asked for a lighter…yep…looks like you were out of luck.

You pouted to yourself and were about to shove the blunt back into the top of your dress for safe keeping-You could smoke it when you got home- when the couch sinks with the weight of someone sitting down next to you. You don’t even have time to look towards the person who sat down because you jump a little when suddenly a spark of red in orange is in front of your face. It’s the flame of a lighter.

“Looked like you could use some help, couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go without a light.” A gravely voice is saying to you. You turn to your side and are met face to face with a man with purple hair. His grin was suave, he’s leaning towards you like he knows you’d be interested.

You quirk up an eyebrow and smile, “Oh, how could I ever repay you, my knight in shining armor.” You say sarcastically with a giggle. You bring the blunt up to your lips and lean it into the flame of the lighter. You take a couple puffs, making sure it’s properly lit. You’re leaning back from the lighter as he flicks it off. “You can let me get a hit of that and grace me with your name, Señorita.” The man says with a purr laced in his voice, scooting closer to you on the couch so your thighs were touching.

He was attractive…baggy clothes- a bright colored shirt and jeans. His nails were each painted a different color, hands tattooed. You can’t help the way your eyes trail up the thick black line that runs from his finger up his arm. And you couldn’t lie, the purple hair definitely worked for him. He exuded an overconfident, brazenness that only served to do him more favors. You weren’t oblivious though, you knew his type and he thought he would talk his way into your pants and ruin you. But you wanted to give him a run for his money. You wanted to ruin him.

Your grin widens, you’ll bite. You share your name, leaning more into him, making sure he can feel your thighs really touching his. “…but, I don’t share with strangers, so I’ll need your name if you want your other reward Mr. Knight.” You say after giving him your own name, your words ending with a giggle- you were going to make him think like he had the upper hand here. You knew who he was, you showed up to his after party; but you didn’t want to give him all of that satisfaction.

“Well that’s not really fair,-” he begins, “I don’t play fair” you cut him off with a sweet smile like you didn’t just interrupt him. He laughs, eyebrow lifting up inquisitively. You really got his attention now. His large hand coming to rest on your thigh, fingers lightly pressing into the flesh. “Ohhh~” He says in a sing-song tone, watching as you take another hit of the blunt he helped light. “I like you, you’re fun.” He coos. You smile around the blunt, shrugging as if you’re saying ‘oh, it’s nothing, really!’.

“Names Thanos, beautiful. The legend, Thanos.” He says, emphasizing his own name, proving your earlier observation that he seemed cocky. In some weird way, that made you just want him more. You want to see him come apart from your doing. You tilt your head like you’re questioning him but your smile widens. “See wasn’t so hard was it, Thanos?” You purr, making sure to emphasize his name with your sultry tone as you pass him the blunt.

As he takes a hit he lets out a low growl, his hand gripping your thigh tighter. When he exhales smoke is pouring out his mouth as he talks, “I could get used to hearing you say my name, sweet thing.” His hand moving higher up on your thigh, thumb slipping under the fabric of the dress that’s at your mid-thigh just the slightest bit. “Hmm, could you now?” You muse, acting like you’re not catching on to his advances.

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty girl…I know I could make you feel real good…you know I could too.” He says, taking another hit before leaning closer to you, his nose running along the column of your neck as he passes the blunt into your hand. You hate that he makes you falter but his breath fanning against your pulse point and his hand sliding up to your inner thigh makes your mind go blank for a moment. You pull the blunt up to your lips and take your next hit, hoping the weed will calm you down a bit.

He begins to place small kisses along the expanse of your neck, trailing down to your shoulder then back up again. As you exhale your hit he’s kissing up your jaw. Turning your head the slightest bit, you nudge his face up a bit and connect your lips with his. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your lips when you feel him falter now. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss, he thought he was in charge here.

He regains his composure back quickly, falling into a heated rhythm against your lips. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you into him. It’s so hungry and damn near depraved, as if neither of you had touched another human being in ages. You don’t give a single fuck about any of the party goers around you, you’re kissing him eagerly. It’s full of spit and tongue- neither of you would have it any other way.

His hands are all over you, you’re having to strategically hold your hand with the blunt out to make sure you don’t burn anything or either of you. He’s grabbing at your body over your dress, moaning into your mouth anytime he gets a handful. You two part from the kiss breathless and connected by a string of mixed saliva. Thanos is practically picking you up off the couch to put you into a standing position. “I got a place we can go, Baby…I need to feel you…” he’s growling as he pulls you back into him by your waist, connecting you two in a quick messy kiss once again.

You giggle into the kiss, pushing on his chest with your hand that doesn’t have the blunt. “Well, ya gotta take me there first. Can’t do that if I have your tongue down my throat can we?” You joke, batting your eyes up at him. He can feel the blood rush to his cock, something about you just makes him feel like a feral dog. He needs you. He feels like if he doesn’t get the opportunity to fuck you he may die. His cock is throbbing in his jeans and you haven’t even touched him yet. He’s grabbing your wrist and leading you down some hallways, down a staircase and into what looks like a music studio.

When the door shuts behind you, he’s on you once again. He finds your lips with ease, almost like he’s devouring you. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past your lips and licking around the entirety of your mouth. His kiss is intoxicating, it has you whining into his mouth and gripping at the fabric of his shirt. His large hands are on your ass, groping and squeezing as he pulls you into him. You can feel his erection against your lower stomach and it only makes you whine even more. When you two pull away for air he’s looking down at you like you’re a work of art- your face flushed, hair tousled the slighted bit, looking up at him through your thick lashes and your lips wet with his spit- it’s truly a sight to behold.

You smile, raising your hand up to his lips and placing the blunt in his mouth. You’re lightly shoving him backwards, trying to guide him to the couch that you spotted when you first came into the room. He chuckles, his hand reaching up to take the blunt from you and inhale. He walks backwards, parting away from you. He makes his way over to the couch and sits down, all while his eyes never leave yours.

He’s leaned back on the couch in the room, legs spread wide, blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He’s expecting you to come sit nice n’ pretty on his lap. Letting him take the lead. But you surprise him. You’re walking over to him, placing your hands on his thighs and slowly lowering yourself on your knees in between his legs.

“Oh? Eager are we?” He rasps with a low chuckle, looking down at you with a twisted grin on his lips- it’s cute, you think, he still believes he has the upper hand here. “Mhm…” you hum out, fingernails digging lightly into his jean clad thighs. You lean down, holding his gaze as you bring your face oh so close to the tent that’s forming in his pants. “But you aren’t one to talk, are you?” You say, a wicked grin on your lips.

This was the first instance where Thanos got a feeling that he was in over his head. He could feel the feeling of your lips ghost over his erection as you spoke. You were looking up at him like a siren trying to lure him into the depths of the sea. He chokes on the smoke of the blunt a bit, coughing out and trying to cover it with a chuckle. “Can you blame me?” He rasps, regaining his composure and shifting on the couch trying to thrust his hips towards your face.

You somehow read him too well, you move back so he doesn’t get the friction he desires. You tilt your head teasingly, letting out a giggle and sitting back on your heels. “I suppose I can’t…” you coo out, your hands running up his thighs and trailing up his torso. You can feel how his stomach clenches under your touch, only more proof he is more affected by you than he lets on.

His head kicks back against the couch, a sigh escaping his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He assumes you’ll continue your ministrations, feel him up desperately like the many women he’s been with before….but the feeling stops. You’re standing up a bit to lean forward and take the blunt out of his hands.

His head whips up, he’s looking at you first with a hint of desperation but he catches himself, he twists his expression into a smooth, suave, shit-eating grin. You can’t have that. Guess you have to work a bit harder.

You put the blunt to your lips with one hand, the other hand trails down his stomach and begins to dance along the button of his jeans. He draws in a sharp breath and trains his eyes on your hand, watching excitedly as your manicured nails fall to the bulge in his pants. The feather light touches that caress his throbbing cock makes his heart jump in his chest. And when he turns his eyes up to look at you and he sees your wild smirk and the smoke falling from your plump lips- he really begins to think he might have met his match.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your hands away from him completely. You hit the blunt again, slowly, dragging out the whole process. Thanos wishes he had his phone handy, he wanted to take a picture; the visual of you sat all pretty on your knees between his legs, hitting the blunt and looking up at him through your thick lashes like some vixen- it was a real work of art. There was just one issue…your hands weren’t on him.

He looks at you incredulously, almost irritated. “Hm?” You hum out around the blunt, “I’m busy hitting the blunt…my blunt…” you remind him, the blunt you were both smoking- the one he was also hitting, was yours. He didn’t put up for it or even roll it so he truly couldn’t argue with you for smoking it. “My hands are a little busy…you could help me out…” you say, nodding towards his pants, pointing towards the button and zipper.

“Shouldn’t you do it? Unwrap your gift?” Thanos teases back, rolling his hips up to emphasize the very large tent in his pants. Ohhhhh, he was so cocky. You bite your lip and shrug, “hmm, but my hands are so busy..” you say, one hand holding the blunt the other lying idly on your plush thigh. He scoffs and nods towards your hand on your thigh, “Ya only need one hand for the blunt and one for my pants, sweets.” He purrs out, looking at you with heavy eyes and a lazy smirk. He was definitely a delicious man but you weren’t going to give in so easily.

Your hand on your thigh picks up, caressing your waist over the fabric of your dress. Your hand gropes at your own breast, squeezing the flesh and massaging it in your hands as you bring the blunt back up to your lips and inhale. As you exhale your hit, this smoke cascading out of your nose and lips, your fingers grip at the neck line of your dress- pulling down.

You can see the way his breath genuinely catches in his chest- his breathing completely halting as he waits expectantly to see the perfect set of tits he knows is hiding behind the fabric of your dress. “I mean I said my hands were busy…but if you want me to stop what I’m doing to mess with the button n’ zipper you could undo f’me…” you coo, your words accompanied by a playful tilt of your head, eyebrows upturned to feign a saddened expression; worst of all, your hand paused on your dress, the fabric pulled down almost enough to reveal your perky nipples- but it wasn’t enough.

You can’t help the laugh that comes from you when you watch as he scrambles to work his pants open, nearly jumping off the couch. “N-no! I can do it!” He calls out a little too excitedly, his painted nails fumble with the button, he’s chuckling and clearing his throat to try and cover up his eagerness. “Keep doin’ what you were doin’, pretty. I don’ wanna stop you.” Thanos encouraged, his voice back to the same smug tone and carries that cocky aura that you want so desperately to break.

You wait for him to free his cock out of his boxers and jeans. When he does you see exactly why he has such a pompous, cocky aura- he has the cock to go with it. It’s thick, long, and has a mean curve to it that you know would reach all the right places. Biting your bottom lip, you nod in approval, your hand on your dress pulling the neckline down all the way. The fabric of the dress bunches under your breasts, allowing the doughy flesh to fully be revealed to his hungry eyes.

“Fucking hell…ain’t you just a sight…” he murmurs, words barely audible as he looks at your tits. Just when he thought the view couldn’t get better, it did. You sat so prettily in between his knees, perfect tits on display, thick thighs splayed out as you kneeled on the floor. The corner of your lips twitch up when you see his cock twitch against his stomach at the sight of you. “Was gonna ask if you like what you see…” your voice trails off as you lean in closer to him, warm breath fanning over the underside of his cock. It twitches at the sensation, his abdomen tightening as he swallows a groan, “…but seems like you’re already tellin’ me the answer.” You purr, eyes flicking up from his cock to lock with his, making sure he knows you see every reaction he has towards you.

“‘M a man with a pretty girl…with the most perfect set of tits…” he drawls out, reaching down with one hand to grab at one of your breasts, molding the flesh in his hands. Your smile only widens when his cock jumps once more when he feels you in his hands. “…sitting in front of me…of course my dicks gonna be hard, sweetness…’s all for you.” He says, pulling his hand away from your breast and leaning back on the couch. His hips shift up, trying to drag his cock along your lips.

But you move back.

You can see the way his eyebrows knit together in desperation before he is chuckling. “Aren’t you just a little minx?” Thanos says, staring down at you with red tinted eyes and a wicked grin, his arms sprawled lackadaisically against the back of the couch. You tilt your head and shrug, letting out a small hum as you bring the blunt up to your lips and take another hit. You hold it a minute before letting it go, then you’re moving closer to him once more, both your hands running up his thighs, “I have no idea what you mean…just didn’t wanna waste the blunt.” You say as you lower your face inches away from his cock, parting your lips like you were gonna take him in your mouth- but you don’t- you snake your way up his body, leveling your face with his.

You bring your hand with the blunt up to his lips and nod to it. “C’mon don’t let it go to waste.” You tease. His lips wrap around the blunt, taking it from you. With your hands now free you run them up and down his thighs once more as you settle yourself in a comfortable position. When your warm hand wraps around the base of his cock his sucking in a sharp breath and sucking in more smoke than he intended. He composes himself and stifles his coughs, eyes focused intently on the way your hand wraps around him as he blows out his hit.

You don’t move though, and when he looks up from the view he’s bee graced with to meet your eyes once more, he thinks your gaze alone could make him cum. You’re already looking directly at him, eyes hooded and tinged such a pretty red, a hungry primal desire swirling in your gaze. Your head nods towards the blunt, “It’s puff, puff, pass…ya gotta take another hit, silly.” You say so sweetly, so innocently- his mind feels fuzzy. He can do nothing but obey you, bringing his hand back up to his lips and inhaling a shaky hit of the bitter plant. You smile, like you’ve accepted an offering he’s given you, and your lips part.

He chokes on his hit when the first thing you do isn’t lick a stripe up his cock or kiss the tip like so many of the other girls he���s got with before but you hover over him, hold your hair back, purse your lips and spit down onto the head of his cock. It’s lewd and messy, the warmth of your spit dripping down onto his throbbing cock has his hips jerking up in your hand.

Your head tilts back up to look at him, like you’re mocking him for his reaction. And you are. You grin wide at him, dropping your tongue out of your mouth to drop even more spit messily down his cock. “F-fucking C-christ..” Thanos shudders out, his hand raising shakily to his lips to hit the blunt once more, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he takes a drag. When he exhales he opens his eyes and locks his eyes with yours. “Fucking nasty aren’t you?” He chides, trying to regain his composure.

You hold his gaze, squeezing the base of his thick cock in your fist before you begin to twist your wrist up and down his length oh-so-strategically. “You have no fucking idea….” You coo in a low voice, looking at him like he’s your prey. Oh yeah, he’s in over his head. You have him completely wrapped around your finger.

“Lemme get a hit real quick, yeah?” You say, your voice an insanely drastic innocent, sweet tone that has his mind spinning again. He doesn’t understand how you can switch from such a vixen to a cute innocent thing in a matter of seconds. You’re leaning forward, hand still working up and down his dick, looking at his hand expectantly. When he raises his hand to your lips to hold the blunt for you, you’re laughing around it as you take a hit when you feel each frantic jerk and shake of his hand as he tries to keep himself sane as you’re jerking him off in a way he’s never felt before.

Everytime your hand makes its way to the tip of his cockhead, manicured thumb running over his weeping slit before going to massage right under his tip, he thinks he’s going insane. You have to be some succubus that was summoned from some otherworldly realm, maybe you put some aphrodisiac in the blunt- he didn’t know, all he could think about was how fucking good your hand felt wrapped around him.

You take a drag and pull back, holding the hit in and smirking at him. He can see the mischievous glint in your eyes, he knows you’re about to make him see stars. In an instant, you’re sinking your mouth down onto him, nearly swallowing his cock to the base, the thick trail of smoke from the hit you took flowing out your nose. To top it all off, you didn’t cough once. And you’re immediately working your soft, pillowy lips up and down his cock.

“F-fucking hell, oh my g-god!” The purple haired man is choking out, hand flying to the back of your head and gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “N-nasty fu- hah! Fucking bitch.” He groans, head tilting to the side ever so slightly to get a better view of you taking his dick in your mouth.

You’re sinking down onto him nearly all the way off the bat, taking him into the warm, inviting tightness that was your throat. A choked sound reverberates through the room- and it wasn’t from you. Thanos has no idea what planet you spawned from but it couldn’t be from earth. Your mouth, you were making his balls tighten in ways he has never felt. You’re swallowing around him and moaning, the vibrations doing nothing to help him keep his composure.

Your eyes meet his, and you even wink at him as you take him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue works along his girth in ways he can’t even comprehend. He can feel himself about to cum, it’s embarrassingly quick. “H-hah…why d-don’t you slow down, y-yeah.” He’s gasping out in a pathetic attempt to seem cocky- like he was still the one in charge.

You pull off of him in a mess of spit and look up at him with a teasing smile. Your mouth is covered in strings of your saliva, connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing cock. “What? Can’t take it?” You chide as your hand still works up and down his veiny length, every twist of your wrist has his hips frantically jerking up to meet your movements.

Thanos sucks in a heavy breath, looking down at you like you were some goddess that he’s hallucinating; maybe those pills he popped before the party were stronger than he thought. “O-oh I can take it pretty…” he hums, his words shaky, a tattooed hand reaching down to cup you jaw, thumb gliding over your bottom lip, smearing the spit on your lips around. “Jus’ wanna savor it is all. Want ya’ to really feel every inch”

You smile wider, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking the digit between your soft lips and twirling your tongue around it. Your eyes never leave his, you haven’t broken eye contact once. A sound akin to a growl reverberates in his chest as he looks down at you, god you were dangerous.

You make a show out of releasing his finger out of your mouth. Another groan is ripped from his lips at the sight, watching with a hunger filled gaze as you drool down onto his cock, using your hand to spread the wetness along his length expertly- still never breaking eye contact. Oh, you were going to kill him before the night was over.

You sink back down into him, but this time, so very slowly. And when you start to do what he asked so nicely for, he realizes he made a mistake. It makes every moment you make so much more intense, you’re inching down on him, sucking him in before pulling back at a leisurely pace. Thanos his heaving heavy breaths, his stomach clenching sporadicly every time you take more of him into the warm haven that was your mouth. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth, he’s letting out soft, shaky groans, eyes observing the mess of spit that collects on his pelvis from you sucking him off.

“F-fuck your mouth feels so good.” He hisses out, head pushing you down more. You’re knitting your eyebrows together and letting out a muffled ‘hmpf’ around his cock that has him letting off a choked sound. You’re pulling off and the whine that’s ripped from his lips when your warm mouth pulls away from his hefty cock is downright sinful, it has your pussy throbbing. “You told me to go slow. I was going slow….” You purr out, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“Okay! ‘M sorry baby, please…I know you can take it…wanna see you take it all” he pleads, hand scratching gently at your scalp like he’s petting a cat, trying to sweeten you up. “You’re right…I can.” You say with a teasing smile, wrapping your lips around his pink tip. You suck him greedily, tongue lapping at his weeping slit that continuously drips pre-cum. His head is falling back on the couch and he’s groaning a broken string of curses and your name.

You don’t waste time, you give him exactly what he wants- you slide down his cock and swallow around him. He lets out a gasp and surges further into your mouth when he feels his cockhead slip past the tight ring of your throat. You’re gagging and choking around him, but you don’t pull away- you take it. And when he manages to get the strength to open his eyes and pick his head back up to look down at you, he’s greeted by a beautiful sight. Your makeup has been smeared, tears are collecting in your lashes making them clump into groups, your face is covered in spit and your lips are stretched so wide around his cock.

The hand not holding your head comes down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the area where his cock vapes your mouth. “T-taking me so fucking well, fucking hell, your mouth f-feels so fuckin good..” he babbles out, hips thrusting up into your mouth, making you choke and gag more around him, “mhmmm, that’s it…” he muses down at you through gritted teeth, “messy fuckin’ girl.” He’s practically growling like an animal now.

And you just take it, eyes looking up at him so prettily, still tinted red and heavy lidded from the weed, choking on his cock as you eagerly take more of him into your mouth. “Y-you g-gunna let me cum in your mouth?” He questions, his eyebrows upturned as if he’s trying to not blow his load in that exact moment. You nod, as best as you can with his cock in your throat, and let out a muffled ‘mhm!’.

“Ohmygod…fuck!” He nearly yells, “such a good fuckin’ cocksucker.”

You pull your hands off his thighs and put them behind your back, sinking down fully until your nose brushes the trimmed hairs on his pelvis. He’s letting out a choked moan of your name, it’s probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. His head kicks back once more and both his hands come up to cover his face. You can see the way his thighs tense and untense rapidly, you’re sure if he’s s shoes were off you could see his toes curling.

You flatten your tongue out, the tip of it coming out of your mouth, sinking him deeper into the salvation that was your throat as your tongue laps at his balls. You’re intentionally letting out more moans, gags, and choked coughs around his dick, adding to the spit that dirties his balls, pelvis, and surely the couch under him.

You’re pulling back for air quickly, only to return to sucking on his tip, hand working what wasn’t in your mouth at the moment. Your other hand finds purchase on his balls, cupping them and massaging them in your hand. He drops one of his hands from his face, he’s biting the palm of the other- you’re sure his eyes are starting to water now. “Fuck, y-you’re hah! You’re gonna suck me dry s-sweetheart.” He’s panting out, his face his flushes red and the hand that’s not up near his face is gripping the large cross locket he wore like he was trying to pray to whatever Devine intervention that occurred within the world, thanking whatever it was for bringing him the gift that was you.

You moan around him, taking more of him in and removing your hand from his shaft, like you’re just encouraging him to make a mess of your throat- you are. “‘M about to fucking cum..” Thanos rasps, his hand both flying to the back of your head to push you down his cock. You’re letting out a choked moan and gagging around him, it only makes him chuckle. “Yeaahhhh that’s it, take it allll in, I know you can fit it.” He drawls out, fucking his cock deeper into your throat.

You look up at him so sweetly, begging for him to paint your throat white. Your tongue works eagerly against him, tracing each vein it could reach like you’re trying to memorize them. When you do that, it’s over for him. He’s pushing you all the way down so your nose presses against his happy trail once again and cumming harder than he thinks he’s ever cum before.

“F-fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod!” He chokes out as he’s painting your throat white, his eyes were fighting themselves to stay open and not roll to the back of his skull so he can imprint the image of you, swallowing his cum, nose pressed to his pelvis, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, in his mind forever. “So fuckin’ good, swallow it all…yeahhh there ya go.” he growls, holding you down. When he feels your throat constrict around him as you greedily swallow down everything he has to offer, he’s seeing white.

His head falls to the side to rest on his shoulder then roll to rest on the back of the couch, chest heaving. His hands drop from your head. He expects you to pull off of him, to sit back and bask in the mess you made of him. But you were never one to be predictable, he should have known that in the little time he’s had with you.

You only slide half way off of him, your mouth continuing to suck. The electric-like jolt that runs through his body is almost comical. You are genuinely sucking everything he has to offer out of him. “E-easy baby…g-gotta give me a minute.” He huffs out, breathless and shaking. You slide off him agonizingly slow, his body damn near vibrating the entire time.

“Awhhh” you coo mockingly, it makes his softening dick jump pathetically. Just your teasing voice alone, breath still fanning his cock makes him start to grow hard once more, it’s nearly painful with how overstimulated he was. “You’re no fun…” you pout up at him, “You mean to tell me I already sucked you dry?” You say with a playful tilt of your head as you begin to stand up off the floor.

You wipe the corners of your mouth from the spit and cum that soaked your face. You bring the fingers you used to clean yourself up to your lips and suck them into your mouth, tasting the debauched mixture. Thanos looks at you with blown pupils and a flushed face. “I don’t think I’ve never had head like that…” he breathes out with a lazy, blissful grin. “Well, the night’s just getting started.” You hum, straddling him in one quick motion.

When he feels the heat of your cunt he hisses and looks down. Your short dress has long since ridden up giving him a perfect view of your pussy. “No panties? You dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He says, with a hungry lilt to his voice. His cock, now semi-erect twitches against your puffy cunt, already becoming soaked with your arousal. “S-such a pretty pussy…” he says, still trying to catch his breath, his lip becoming caught between his teeth as he stares at the near angelic sight before him.

“What was that about needing a minute?” You tease, looking down at his cock, the tip leaking another round of pre-cum. “Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, still not wanting to admit just how fucked out you got him by some head. His hands come to grip your hips, “imma need your number and imma take you out on a date sometime, now c’mon..” he says with a dopey smile, “face down ass up, I wanna see your ass bounce against me, pretty girl.” He rambles as he laughs, pushing you by the shoulder so you’re lightly falling to the side onto the plush couch and he’s working quickly- manipulating you onto all fours, all while you’re giggling.

He didn’t care if it was his after party he was missing. All the party goers could do without his attendance for a little while longer. He thought he would never get bored of you. And he wasn’t right !!

As always I hope you guys enjoyed! I’m sorry it wasn’t a full blown smut! I’ve been working on a bunch of things at once to try and make sure I don’t get a block on one fic or another. This just so happened to be the one I managed to get done first. Work is also hectic right now so please forgive my trash posting schedule 🙏🙏 I LUH YEW GUYS SO BAYDDD - <3 kiwi

[amorienomore]

authors note: yk i had to do the rest, so without further ado…

babydaddy!jjk headcanons because i couldn’t get nanami’s out of my head (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

babydaddy!gojo

ᥫ᭡. you’re co-parenting with the most unserious man alive.

ᥫ᭡. he lets your kid stay up late, eat sweets for breakfast, and teaches them how to prank you. when you call to yell at him, he just laughs and says, “lighten up, sweets.”

ᥫ᭡. he’s also the dad who shows up to every school event, takes a million pictures, and brags about your kid to literally everyone.

ᥫ᭡. still hopelessly in love with you. will dramatically sigh and say, “we could be a family again, y’know” at least once a week.

babydaddy!geto

ᥫ᭡. was the fun, cool dad until he disappeared. you quite frankly don’t hear from him for a while, and then suddenly he’s back, all mysterious, like, “i had things to handle.” like sir, we have a child together (+ mimi and nana)

ᥫ᭡. your kid is a mama’s baby because geto was gone sooo long, and now he’s highkey lowkey jealous.

ᥫ᭡. makes up for lost time by being ridiculously attentive. picks them up, twirls them around, takes them on little adventures.

ᥫ᭡. “i missed so much. but i’ll never miss another thing again.” (and somehow, that promise includes you, too.)

babydaddy!ijichi

ᥫ᭡. the most nervous first-time dad. he read every parenting book, watched every video, and yet still panics when the baby cries.

ᥫ᭡. the type to say, “i don’t want to be a burden..” when he’s literally the most reliable of them all.

ᥫ᭡. is definitely still into you but would never say it. too respectful. too scared.

ᥫ᭡. your kid draws a picture of the three of you together, and he gets all emotional.

babydaddy!toji

ᥫ᭡. bare minimum parenting king.

ᥫ᭡.“why would i buy milk when you have a whole factory on your chest?”

ᥫ᭡. teaches your kid questionable survival skills, like how to climb out of any situation and the fastest way to steal food from a convenience store.

ᥫ᭡. surprisingly very soft when your kid hugs him out of nowhere. won’t show it, but you catch the way he holds on just a bit longer.

ᥫ᭡. loves you but he won’t beg.

ᥫ᭡. oh he’s definitely the dad that forces your kid to act younger than they are at restaurants

babydaddy!shiu

ᥫ᭡. acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s actually super involved.

ᥫ᭡. your kid is dressed in the freshest of fits because he refuses to let them look sloppy.

ᥫ᭡. shows up unannounced at your place like, “i came to see our kid, do i really need your permission?” but stays to fix things around the house.

ᥫ᭡. makes sure not to smoke infront of your kid.

ᥫ᭡. “you need anything?” sounds casual, but there’s some hidden meaning behind that question.

babydaddy!choso

ᥫ᭡. the sweetest, most protective father. your kid is basically glued to his hip.

ᥫ᭡. hates conflict. will do anything to keep the peace between you two because “the baby needs a calm environment.”

ᥫ᭡. hand-makes gifts for your kid, like cute little beaded bracelets and tiny scarves.

ᥫ᭡. it goes without saying, that he deeply misses being a family.

babydaddy!sukuna

ᥫ᭡. the deadbeat that somehow still has his kid obsessed with him.

ᥫ᭡. disappears for months, then randomly shows up with an expensive gift like, “what, you think i’d forget my own spawn?”

ᥫ᭡. lowkey jealous when your kid loves you more.

ᥫ᭡. gets surprisingly defensive when you call him a bad father. “i might not be perfect, but i’m trying dammit.”

ᥫ᭡. you’d have to be the one to get your family back together because he damn sure isn’t.

[st-just]

as someone who mostly doesn’t read any fiction by sociology majors or queer people who like to construct things, I want to know more of what you think about Cobra Kai. It’s interesting to see someone with a more “academic” relationship to fiction watch and talk about silly pulp stuff that I like.

I admit it’s utterly corny and “non-prestigious” for lack of a better word, but it does somehow speak to me in it’s shameless ‘80s-ness, and I want to know about what this says about me.

(I do like more intelligent fiction as well, but mostly artsy movies. Prestige tv or literary fiction has historically been too much of a time commitment to stay philosophically focused the whole time. I was a voracious reader as a kid, and I’m trying to read Anna Karenina, but the internet has rotted my attention span. I can do a 100 minute art movie, but reading a book chunks at a time is somehow hard to stay engaged with.)

Sorry this has taken so long to answer - was waiting to finish season five and then just forgot

I mean mostly I think it's entertaining trash with some enjoyably scenery-chewing performances and surprisingly good fight choreography? I also respect the utter commitment to the bit, in this world where 'karate' is a pan-Asian marital art that does legitimately give low-level superpowers and also guns don't really seem to exist. The shameless '80s nostalgia bait clashing with the modern setting is also done with enough effort and self-awareness to mostly be really fun. But it's honestly more background noise than anything I'm actually watching with analytical intent.

That said the show's conception of and preoccupation with masculinity is just fascinating for how deeply held and also unselfaware it seems to be?

Like Johny is clearly a comic, pathetic figure, right? Especially in season one, he's a failure of what mature masculinity is supposed to be (deadbeat dad, shitty insecury housing, no steady work or marketable skills, embarrassing piece of shit car, neither a long term relationship nor success when he tries for something casual). His fetishistic attachment to the outward signifiers of '80s machismo is presented as something to laugh at, both because of how outdated they are and because he can't live up to them. But! The show also presents him as having a kind of Quixote-esque nobility about him, and the next five seasons of tv are a long sequence of him basically achieving all the things he was pathetic for lacking in the premier.

More broadly, the show has a very, very clear thesis that the vital core of being a Good Man is a) being able to deploy incredibly violence through personal strength and skill b) but choosing not to do so as a demonstration of restraint and virtue c) unless it's for a just cause or someone is really asking for it. Like, literally every male character with an arc is good at karate! Even the MIT-bound dweeb who was introduced to get shoved into lockers and the annoying brat Ipad baby younger son! The show simply does not care to waste screentime on a guy who can't punch you into a coma.

(There's something almost like, chivalric about the plot beat in season 5 where Daniel has dutifully chosen to give up his vendetta against Silver because protecting his wife and children is more important than abstract principle or glory, and then his wife needs to cajole and convince him to get back in the fight with her blessing. Warrior-aristocrat-ass gender role enactment

(Because it's the 2020s, a select number of women can be warriors too. As long as they're incredibly conventionally attractive, and also never defeat/emasculate any of the really important men. I did actually laugh when the only non-supermodel-hot major female character was written off between seasons with like a single line of explanation))

Besides all that - I mean it's kind of hilarious how the show is so studiously colorblind is filling its supporting cast and has a few relatively prominent asian characters whose race is just literally never important in any way, and then also portrays The Orient like it's 1980 and the closest anyone involved has ever come to Asia is watching a couple horribly dubbed wire-fu movies.

[kurorosanime]

25 Years Later:  "Lie ✕ Truth? ✕ Kiriko"

Another relatively faithful episode- trust me, we’ll get to some deep stuff real soon. Two more episodes soon.

Even in saying that, this episode, like the prior few, is remarkably unfaithful despite entirely taking from the manga for its narrative. Much like before, it is expanding one chapter out into its own episodic narrative, and an identifying mark is emerging in the variety of these narratives. To go over where we have been before, the first episode was one of departure, a boy leaving his mother to find his father, a very archetypal narrative, but told through the perspective of that boy’s mother. 

The second was then about the same boy in the ‘real world’- a seedy town where his idealism and hope is in conflict. The third is about stubborn personalities conflicting in a tense situation, and showing the true nature of people beneath petty ideas of respect. The fourth was a literal game, complete with a host, multiple competitors who set up the mystique of the game, as well as an underhanded rival who briefly joins the group.

So the fifth becomes a mystery. It sticks completely to the world of the night, only the moon illuminating the characters, foreshadowing and dire, yet ignored, warnings plague the first half, while the second is about unravelling what this mystery is- as well as discovering there was a mystery in the first place. 

Here the anime continues its ongoing trend to differentiate itself from the manga. If you read this section in the manga, Gon is strictly the protagonist- Kurapika and Leorio are major characters but their perspectives and journeys are secondary at this point. Here though, all three experience this mystery and draw their conclusions as equals, in a way that showcases their aptitude and talents. 

Starting with the most changed character in this narrative, we have Leorio. In the manga, he tends to the husband and is not seen until the very end of the chapter, his skill only being stated in post. Here though, his assistance is shown, and there is even a moment that sets up how Leorio could’ve run into Kurapika in the forest to keep it in line with the manga’s reveal that the Leorio in the woods is an impostor. Leorio even receives his own moment of discovery where he takes down the Kiriko he was treating, in sharp contrast to the manga where he never solved the mystery at hand.

Kurapika and Gon both solved it in the manga, but the difference is in focus. All three characters share the screen almost equally, and it changes how we perceive them. We get more early insight into Leorio, what’s in his suitcase is in fact medical supplies, and the focus on his ability in this field sets up the later reveal for his character. 

Kurapika remains more unchanged, his scenes merely receiving expansion with some setup on him being able to understand the tattoos on the woman he recovers, with the first half having him investigate ruins written in the same script, but Gon has a fairly significant change, and it’s all in one line of dialogue.

In the manga, when Gon confronts the second Kiriko, the Kiriko stops when he asks the monster its name while it attacks. In the anime though, the monster stops specifically because Gon doesn’t react at all to his attack, and Gon instead focuses primarily on how he was fighting a different monster.

It’s a weird change, and one that serves to highlight Gon’s good nature in addition to his ability to be in touch with nature, and I honestly don’t quite get it. Not saying it’s a negative, I only noticed this because I watch the episode and then immediately go through the chapter to note any points of comparison or contrast, but it’s certainly odd.

Overall, this episode is one for the Leorio fans- but it’s also one for fans of every character. The show continues to be all about striking a balance between this main party and keeping their events episodic in nature rather than mirroring the manga’s presentation of Gon as the central pillar that we hyper fixate on. In that, I continue to notice a more subtle change in character presentation- while in the manga Leorio and Kurapika are often kept together and more distant from Gon mentally, the anime has a habit of keeping Gon and Kurapika close and contrasting them more so than Gon and Leorio or Leorio and Kurapika. It’s as if the anime staff already knew the direction the narrative was going- for example, the opening half that is primarily anime original has Gon and Kurapika being portrayed as equals- both row the boat, both examine the ruins, both share in looks of disappointment at Leorio’s complaining, they are both constantly being compared. Again, this will be expanded on as we go, but for now it’s an interesting change.

As a final aside, Hisoka’s theme sees another usage as a motif this episode, and once more it is a theme highlighting deception within the exam- specifically, it is when Kurapika begins to notice the tattoo on the ‘wife’ he saved. More interesting than this established motif is that we haven’t heard Kurapika’s theme since the first episode, and we haven’t heard Leorio’s theme in general. Hisoka though is being used, consistently, as a theme for deception and trickery in these scenes- specifically with a different rendition of his theme (The Force of Sadness) rather than the main rendition labelled as his theme in the soundtrack (Waiting for Light, for Some Reason…). The only time his main theme has been used was with the fake hunter, rather than these real challenges within the hunter exams. 

Something to think about as we’ll be meeting him, Killua, Tonpa, and many others in the next episode, as we finally leave opportunities for episodic adventures behind- or do we? Who knows, really?

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

i have a teeny, tiny superiority complex because i didn’t watch the atla live action.

[coolnonsenseworld]

Omg your instagram story is so right! I can’t believe I’ve never even noticed that, probably because in fanon keith and shiro are so close that I’d forgotten that isn’t canon :0

Deserves this awesome quote which I had to dig out of my sideblog reblogs

[blood-ology]

… bad fucking sign that I’m already crying this hard over the first episode like “as long as you walk the earth I’ll never taste the fire” and “if you were the last vampire on earth it would be enough” … ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL ME??!

[dsntwrk]

help me i've gotten so deep into the steddie rabbit hole i haven't gotten this stuck on something since destiel

this really isn't good for my health

THESE ARE THE FICS THAT I SUBSCRIBED TO / LIKED READING (I'VE BASICALLY READ 1/5 WORTH OF STEDDIE FICS COMPARED TO DESTIEL FICS - I GOT INTO DESTIEL 4 YRS AGO, I ONLY STARTED READING STEDDIE FICS SOME TIME LAST MONTH WTF)

tbf, i have taken breaks from destiel to read other fandoms/fics so, ig the timing works out? if you think about it?

[evankinkley]

For a fandom who overanalyzes words like "here", "back" and "coming out" every chance they get, you sure are bad at listening and watching other scenes when they're being played out.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[xxlethal-lunaxx]

If anyone relates to this even just a little bit, then I'm so sorry.

[spineless-lobster]

I miss creative writing in english class I don’t wanna write a fucking comparative paragraph about existentialism in two damn near unrelated pieces of media I want to write about silly little guys doing things

[dan-crimes]

LMAO so funny thing is everyone knows the whole Sonic and Shadow looking alike thing is total bullshit and I totally agree those comments they try to pull in the games and show(s? I'm not technically a Sonic fan I dunno if it's multiple) make basically no sense to me but then my Mom comes in while watching Sonic Prime and says "So what, Sonic has a brother or something?" and this whole other world has opened up to me and I've seen the truth of it all