#i just want happiness yall

[maro0on]

How I Met My Soulmate Manga And Why I Dropped It At Chapter 19 SPOILERSSSS (i think) (a VERY subjective manga review made by a teenager lol)

im gonna say that i REALLY liked this manga in the beginning. the artstyle was GORGEOUS, the people are GORGEOUS! it was cute when they got together (and im constant thirsting over iori but thats besides my point).

BUT, later on it just got a WEE BIT annoying.... tell me why seno (the first love from high school and also kinda the second male lead) is still trying to pursue my girl yuki... LIKE SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND NOW!!!! SHES IN A RELATIONSHIP!!! AND HE KNOWS THAT!!!1 yet hes still trying to pursue her.... like bro theres plenty of fish in the sea, you can find new love, another girl out there (or boy if you swing that way, happy pride🏳‍🌈 lol) who may actually make you feel more happy and make you worth something CUZ PURSUING SOMEONE WHO LIKES SOMEONE ELSE IS NOT HELPING MY BOI.

(from chapter 19) And then it just gets progressively MORE AND MORE MESSY! like goddamn kardashians youve got competition. why do they keep adding more mess in the bag like THATS ENOUGH SLICES

(from chapter 17) tell me why this unicorn fangirly had to tell her that... that wasnt necessary??? its none of their business to literally give that information to her which could potentially damage her relationship with iori... like stop it... get some help

AND THEN

(from chapter 19)

She just found out some ground breaking info from ibuki (iori/male lead's brother) about some stupid complications, misunderstandings, and ✨pretendings✨and stuff that MIGHT ruin iori's perception and damage his relationship with his brother MORE as if its not tattered enough, and she cant conjure up the strength and confidence to forward that news she basically scooped up from brother dearest ✨🙃 cuz why would you want that right? youre basically shattering an ounce of happiness from a person you love and who wants that. not yuki def cuz all she wants is to make iori happy and give him the joy and DESERVES. WHY ARE WE ADDING MORE DRAMA??!?!?! CAN WE NOT BE HAPPY--

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*cough* uhhh yeah why couldnt we just have ended the story with like them finalyl ending up together, final scene is in the hot sprint, ibuki and iori sorted their shit out with the power of ✨communication✨, seno can just move on and try to find new love or atleast work on himself.

im just tired guys oh wow... ig i just want happiness for once cuz i just keep dying inside in most of these romance stories 💀

if you have any opinions about my opinions feel free to comment ig lol if you want IM WILLING TO CHAT LOL MAYBE YOULL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE OR YOULL AGREE WITH ME

or ig ill try to just continue and maybe i can just give my final review lmao (which might take a long time cuz this is still ongoing i think🧍‍♂️)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 1 year anniversary to FNAF ruin!!

[luna-loveboop]

Wars and Wild as knights in Lu

They have issues.

I have a lot of thoughts on Wild and Wars and their relationship (Order of this post is talking about saluting, Wild and Wars' different perspectives, memory issues, and fire) Rant time.

No saluting!!

So Wild took a formal- almost/awkwardly saluting pose when Wars confronted him in 'Entrance pt.2'

It's similar to the first time Wild addressed Wars as 'captain'. His left hand is up from where a salute should be, and his overall posture is awkward, with his shoulders and right hand raised, but it's clear he's trying to do a salute in the presence of a fellow knight.

In the second example his hand is behind his head, but his posture is very straight and his right arm stiff- he's again attempting a formal saluting position. Which is still awkward

It is less clear but his changes in posture clued me in. He goes from like a deer in the headlights to visibly sweating to straight backed and looking up at Wars- looking at the changes in his body language

Side note but I literally love how Jojo draws the champions tunic so much-

We can't see the action of Wild's body language in a comic, just the positions he went to. But he visibly leaned away from Wars before switching to a straight backed saluting-like posture. He's clearly freaked out, hence Twilight's face: >:(

I think that Wild taking somewhat military poses around Wars is important to their relationship issues because it comes from his struggle with memory and identity

.

So like. All of them have different perspectives

Wars

I adore Wars. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that he would not speak to any of the others this way.

And the scarf man cmon it's so pretty they are so cute-

Why is Wars talking to Wild like this? He's called him out and reprimanded him multiple times in front of the others. Wild has taken it well but tbh if it was Legend I think he would be on fire.

To some extent I think he is in captain mode. I think that he has trouble seeing Wild as not a knight. Wars gives Wild respect as a knight who sacrificed for his kingdom, but now it seems he's taking it away as a knight who's not doing well enough since he 'disregarded the plan'

At least I think that's the outside (or Wild's) view of it. But Wars internally really cares about Wild and he saw him run up to a giant and lose it. Different ways of showing concern perhaps?

Who wouldn't want to keep Wild from getting more scars?

I just. Don't doubt for a second Wars really cares about Wild- even if the way he's acting still isn't cool. He has no right to treat him like a soldier any more than the rest of the chain, and right now I think Wild is acting as the more mature person.

Wild

I adore Wild. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that although he is clearly making efforts after Twilight's injury, Wild has ignored Wars for the majority of Lu, by not speaking to him much, and not thanking or acknowledging Wars when he directly helped him. (Small example being walking with Hyrule not Wars when injured and not directly responding to Wars)

Wars cares about and respects Wild, but it seems Wild wants nothing to do with him, and he's been cold towards Wars for the majority of Lu. To Wild, Wars reminds him of his perceived failure. Which is valid feelings, but still not fair. And I think that ask is talking about these two.

The thing I love about this is each of them are right and wrong in some ways, leading to the tension between them. So fully blaming either of them is not logical

The rest of the chain is just vibing. Except twilight who's mad and wants them to just grow up, but. Heros of courage not wisdom @uniquevoidflowers ;)

And that ask- '''Are any of the Links ever jealous of another Link for adventures that were less difficult/life threatening?'' ''When you hear Wild say he 'hates' someone you'll have your answer.''' somewhat leads to my next point-

Wild's identity and memory issues exacerbate all of this

In Entrance, Twilight is being stressed and defensive, that's ok. What concerns me most is that Twilight has talked with Wild through stuff like this in his rough moments

Wild has tried to be formal several times- he is not very good at it

Four's face I can't didnwidkekfjej

Wild isn't and can't be 'him'- the same 'perfect' (<actually has crippling anxiety) knight he was before, and Twilight knows this. And I agree with him a bit, I think, that Wars is making things worse in Wild's mind by being that perfect soldier, and seemingly holding Wild to a standard he isn't

Wild's attempts at saluting is symbolic of that- Wars makes him feel like a failure trying to be the person he should be. But Wild shouldn't be anyone but himself.

Anyways. Fire.

Wars and Wild have issues, and I want them to work through all their relationship drama so they can reach their PEAK dynamic, which is obviously this

I mean like. We need these two to be friends

Anyways. Wild is in this constant state of identity crisis, and being around Wars has not been beneficial- neither of them is or has been showing the other the respect they deserve. Not as knights, but as people and brothers. They need a get along shirt.

All this Art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

:)

[withlovemark]

“surprise, surprise!”

warnings: smut! a happy birthday blowjob!, slight nipple play

you tiptoe quietly into your shared bedroom with johnny!, making sure yuta, doyoung, jungwoo, mark, and haechan all stay as quiet as possible as you planned to surprise him with his birthday cake.

3…2…1…

“surprise!,” you all shout, piling into your bedroom, ready to sing happy birthday to your boyfriend, only to see him in all his glory, butt ass naked, sitting right at the edge of your bed, birthday party hat placed meticulously on top of his large cock.

“oh my god!,” you yelp, halting your footsteps as your boyfriend desperately scrambles under the covers. a burst of commotion suddenly taking place.

“we saw nothing!!!,” mark lies, hand covering his face.

jungwoo standing there shocked at the image that burns in his head. taking a mental note to try this in the future.

doyoung and haechan doubled over in laughter, clutching their stomachs.

meanwhile, yuta makes his way past you and towards your boyfriend for a fist bump, “nicee,” he compliments him, grinning from ear to ear.

johnny cannot believe what is happening right now.

“well, nothing you all haven’t seen before,” he says breaking the tension in the room, keeping his confidence intact, causing you all to burst out laughing at the scene that just unfolded. you swore doyoung and haechan could no longer breathe as you continued to sing happy birthday in between laughter.

“-happy birthday to youuu!,” haechan throws the birthday gift they had brought to your boyfriend, quickly yelling out a “okay! were going now, enjoy your birthday. byeee!,” all of them scurrying out the door as quickly as possible, finally leaving you and johnny alone.

“that’s one way to kill the mood,” he pouts, putting the gift bag to the side as you made your way over to him, placing the cake down on the nightstand.

“sorry,” you chuckle, “they wanted to come and surprise you, 30’s pretty special,” smiling sheepishly as you made your way over to him, gently pulling the covers off and looking at his artwork — birthday hat sitting on top of his pretty dick, too small to cover his entire length, his balls hanging out.

“like what you see?,” he smirks, “very good choice of a birthday hat babe, but i think it might be too small on johnny jr.,” you tease, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

johnny grabs your hips, deepening the kiss before easily lifting you up, arms protruding, and sitting you on his lap. his lips back on yours in a second, he feels you smile through the kiss, “mhm, i think johnny jr. is waiting for his bday present,” he grins, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“yeah?,” you smirk, littering kisses down his neck, “and what does he want?,” you say, pushing your boyfriend down to his pillows, as you make your way lower and lower, leaving trails of kisses down his chest, to his abs, stopping at his v-line.

johnny’s breath hitches as you get closer and closer to his cock, the party hat feeling more and more restricting, “your mouth,” he groans in response.

carefully lifting the birthday hat up, you finally remove the restriction, freeing his pretty pink cock, large and plump, pre-cum leaking all over. johnny leans over to his night stand, dipping his hand on the bday cake before wiping the frosting on his dick and smirking at you, “all yours baby,” he teases, cheshire smile on display, making you giggle.

johnny sighs in pleasure as your hand wraps around his length, kitten licking the frosting off of his dick, eyes locked directly on his, “tastes so good,” you moan, the crude behavior making his cock twitch in your hand. you smirk, placing a soft kiss on the side of his dick before taking the tip in your mouth, sucking gently, “aghhhh,” he groans breathily.

you keep licking and lightly sucking like it was a lollipop until his large hand came in contact with your head, pushing you lower and lower, taking him in until you could no longer fit him in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes at his size.

you breathe slowly through your nose, large cock hitting the back of your throat as you push away the urge to gag.

slowly, you start bobbing your head up and down, taking your time, as your boyfriends deep moans sends tingles straight to your pussy, “quit teasing,” he warns, hips thrusting, making you whine around his cock. the vibration making him feel lightheaded.

johnny clutches your hair, controlling the pace — head moving faster as you try to keep up, sucking on his cock, spit getting everywhere as his groans became louder and louder.

your hand come in contact with the base of his dick, twisting the area your mouth couldn’t reach, “g-god fuck babe, just like that,” johnny praises, letting you do your thing as his arm came to support the back of his head, watching you intently — the sight pushing him towards his nearing orgasm.

your free hand starts playing with his balls, lightly squeezing, “s-shit, baby, wait-,” he whines, losing his composure. you were so fucking good at this. “aghhhh baby stop-,” he hisses before pushing you off of him. he quickly gets up, holding on to the bed’s headboard as he pumps himself to finish.

you follow his dick like a moth drawn to the light and he shoots his load right on your face, “ahhhh, fuuck,” grunting at his release, you keep your mouth open to catch some of his juices.

johnny makes sure most of his cum lands on your face. he loves watching it drip down your cheeks before collecting it with his thumb and sticking the juices in your mouth, “suck,” he orders, smirking down on you. you suck his thumb clean, eyes locked on his darkening gaze, finishing it off with a pop, “good girl,” he praises, kissing you.

“i have another surprise for you,” you pull away, whispering against his ear, before removing your clothes, showcasing the red lingerie you bought just for the special occasion.

johnny smirks, pushing you back on the bed and making his way on top of you, “you’re so fucking sexy,” he says gently pushing the lingerie’s strap, off your shoulder. your nipples hardening as it hits the cold air, you copy his actions, fingers digging into the cake on the nightstand beside you, and messily spreading it on your chest.

you were a sight to see — with you under him, hair gracefully spread across the bed, lipstick stained from sucking his cock, red lingerie hugging your body and your gorgeous breasts out just for him, he can’t help but admire, “so fucking beautiful,” he compliments, large hands squeezing your tits together, your back arching towards him, craving more of his touch, “and all mine,” he grunts, diving in and harshly sucking on your titty, his free hand playing with the other, tongue wiping your chest clean, “johnny-,” you moan, pussy aching to feel him.

he grinds down on your clothed core and your hips raises up, wanting so badly to feel him inside you, “see how much effect you have on me baby?,” he groans making you feel his already hardening cock.

“now, hold your tits together for me, beautiful,” he smirks as you do whatever the birthday boy wishes.

johnny makes his way directly above you, cock sliding in between your breasts.

it was going to be a long night.

-

an: happy 30th to my man, my man, my mannnn, johnny suh<3 (p.s. he’s actually one of my ult biases >.<)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

perfect wife

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, established relationship, marriage, housewife stuff? cooking and cleaning

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drudyslut @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl @michelleisheres-blog

it’s not that you enjoy cleaning all the time, but you get in certain moods, when your energy level is high and you got enough sleep the night before, that you absolutely love to clean, especially satisfying deep cleans.

today happens to be one of those days, and ever since you woke up, smiling at the note that rafe left you on his pillow, wishing you a good morning and saying he regretted not being there with you upon waking up, but also couldn’t bear rousing you from your sleep when he had to leave for work. it makes your heart flutter to see it signed not by his name but rather ‘from, your husband.’

you’ve been married to rafe for two whole months now, and it feels like a fairytale, somehow even better than being his girlfriend. you feel like a truly good wife as you already scrubbed all the bathrooms spotless before 10 am, and are now working on the common areas before hopefully cleaning the bedroom before rafe gets home from work.

you hum along to the music you have playing throughout the house wide sound system as you wipe down dusty surfaces, taking care to clean all the little crevices that normally get missed. 

time flies and before you realize, your stomach starts to grumble as noon rolls by. you take a pause from your work, having just finished the living room, and move into the kitchen, deciding to make yourself some food before getting to cleaning.

you love to bake, but cooking is not your favorite thing, so you make yourself something simple before you get a spark of creativity, making a stew to simmer so it would be ready by the time rafe got home around dinner. you finish your meal, having disregarded it halfway through to make the stew. 

you clean the kitchen while stirring occasionally before it gets to the point that you can lower the temperature and walk away, now off to clean the bedroom. you grab rafes hamper, filled with clean clothes that he didn’t have time to put away last night, too busy kissing and cuddling with you in bed.

you dump them onto the freshly washed bedsheets, taking the time and care to crisply fold everything or hang up what went on hangers. you even spend some time organizing rafes closet. he kept it pretty clean already, but you wanted to make everything perfect.

you run downstairs to check your stew before continuing onto your closet, it being a much bigger mess than rafes. you have a terrible habit of trying on clothes, deciding its not want you want to wear for the day, and tossing it onto the floor instead of putting it properly away.

“baby!” you hear rafe shout just as you finish up. you quickly flatten your hands over the comforter on the bed, smoothing out any creases to make the room truly flawless before you rush down the stairs, greeting your husband with a kiss as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“something smells good.” rafe says, taking a sniff of the entryway, the smell of the stew having radiated throughout the whole house.

“i made you food.” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, keeping your body close to his having missed him all day. “it should be ready in about 30 minutes, just enough time for you to shower.” you know rafes routine well enough, he liked to shower right when he got home from work, to wash the day away.

“you’re the most perfect wife ever.” rafe bends his head to press kisses to your neck, making you giggle when he focuses on your ticklish spot.

“go shower!” you shoo him away, wanting him to have the soup when it is nice and hot.

“love you, honey.” rafe kisses your cheek before heading up the stairs. you echo the words back to him before heading towards the kitchen to check on the stew, but pause when you hear rafe calling your name from your bedroom.

you rush up the stairs, worried that you maybe accidentally threw something out that was important or moved something and he didn’t know where it was.

“what is it rafey?” you question, eyes wide as you see him looking around the room.

“you cleaned all this while i was at work? and put away my laundry?” rafe questions, seeing that even the baseboards have been cleaned of the bit of dust that always collects on them.

you give a shrug. “i like cleaning for you.” “you know you don’t have to do all this baby.” rafe moves to wrap his arms around your waist. “i mean i appreciate it, but don’t feel like you’re required to now that we are married.” “i know.” you smile, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i seriously just wanted to.” “okay.” rafe nods, satisfied with your answer. he knows you get little bursts of cleaning, but doesn’t want you to get the wrong impression about your role, even if you do stay home while he is at work.

“go shower.” you press a kiss to rafes lips before leaving him in the bedroom, smirking to yourself knowing that he’s about to see that you cleaned the bathroom as well.

you return to the stovetop, stirring everything together before preparing the final touches, even setting out the perfect silverware for the occasion, choosing the dining room for such a meal rather than the island where you and rafe usually eat.

you jump when rafe enters the kitchen. he always moves so quietly through the house that it catches you off guard.

“god, if we weren’t already married i would propose to you all over again right now.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist as you work on ladling the stew into individual bowls, deciding to keep the rest in the pot on the stove for easy splitting up into tupperware later.

“i like making food for you.” you hum. “don’t expect it all the time though, i also love getting take out.”

rafe laughs and nods his head in agreement, you have a habit of ordering food at least two times a week, making it a tradition on fridays to watch an episode of tv while you eat in the living room.

“let me carry them in.” rafe stops you before you can carry the bowls yourself, picking them up and following you into the dining room.

you blow on your spoon to cool the stew as rafe begins to eat, commentating over and over how delicious it is, even going so far as to moan and roll his eyes back into his head, but when you take a bite you can’t help but admit that it’s very good.

“when we finish eating-” rafe says after a few minutes of silence, too engrossed in your meal. “i’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you.” “rafe!” you giggle at the sudden lewdness.

“i’m serious, baby. i need to after you did all this cleaning, put away my laundry and made me food? i need to put a baby in you immediately.” 

“well… hurry up and get back to eating.” you gesture to rafe. you talked about having kids after marriage, but this was the first time since your wedding that rafe brought up actually bringing them into the world.

you both rush through the rest of your meals, leaving the dishes on the table to be taken care of tomorrow as rafe sweeps you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs with ease. he sets you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours as he works on taking off his pants, throwing them in the general direction of his hamper before pulling away to pull your shirt off over your head.

“i can’t fucking wait to see you all filled up with my kid.” rafe says, massaging your breasts through your bra, unable to keep his hands off of them, even to take off the fabric covering them.

“need that so bad, rafey.” you whimper. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, and it feels like the perfect time to make that dream a reality.

“gotta fuck you now, princess.” rafe says, quickly taking his shirt off, his cock already completely hard as he pulls his underwear down, clearly excited to put a baby into you.

you reach behind your back to take your bra off before sliding your leggings and underwear down in one go, needing rafe just as desperately as he needs you. you move up the bed, resting your head on the pillow as rafe moves to hover over you. 

“i would eat you out or finger you but i need this right now.” rafe says, reaching down to rub at your clit as his tip presses against your entrance.

“i need you right now too.” you tell him, letting out a moan as he pushes in, moving slowly to let you adjust. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, rafes chest heaving with deep breaths, trying to control himself.

“you can move.” you tell rafe after a minute. he doesn’t give even a second for your comment to sit before he is thrusting in and out, making your joint moans echo throughout the room.

rafe presses sloppy kisses against yours, lips vibrating together when you’re both unable to hold back your noises of pleasure. “feels so good.” you whimper, his thumb still rubbing against your clit, never stopping making you feel good.

“i know it does, princess.” rafe says. “you’re doing so good for me. gonna fill you up real good.” “you’re gonna be the best daddy.” you tell rafe, and its true, you know just from the way he treats you, how he straightened out and takes care of you, that he’s going to be an amazing dad.

“fuck-” rafe curses, somehow able to move faster, slamming in and out of you, annihilating your cunt with the ferocity he is thrusting into you at. rafe is grunting with the effort he is giving as you grip his shoulders tightly, sure to leave red marks from your nails come morning.

“gonna go fucking crazy, your pussy is so good.” rafe says, as if he hasn’t already gone crazy with the way he’s fucking into you.

“keep rubbing rafe, i’m close.” you moan, back arching off the bed as his thumb rubs over your clit easily due to your slick.

“cum for me princess.” rafe begs you, needing to feel your cunt squeeze around him. you’d never deny your husband as he rubs you to orgasm, entire body shaking as your high hits you, moaning wildly as rafes cock maintains its blistering pace.

as soon as your clit pulses underneath his finger and your back settles back against the bed, rafe moves, pulling out briefly to reposition you, slotting his hands underneath your knees and pushing your legs up and open, spreading your cunt wide for him before his cock reenters you.

he begins to thrust immediately, keeping up the aggressive, feral pace. you’re so sensitive from your orgasm but you can’t complain when you know he’s working to get his cum inside of you, to fill you up, to grow your family.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns briefly, his words slurred out, his eyes half lidded from the ecstasy of your cunt as he pushes in for a final time, shooting his cum as deep as he can, leaning forward and pressing you into the mattress, not even caring as your thighs burn from the stretch.

rafe grinds himself into you until there is nothing more to release, moving your legs back to a more comfortable position but keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

rafe looks at you with a smile, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “gotta make sure it takes.”

[hawkinslibrary]

Stranger Things 4 Chapter Nine: The Piggyback | 4.09

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Today's doodles :DD

Okay I was originally going to have him say something but his horrified expression was too good I had to give him the hat

[zimtlees]

are you ok where have you been

HAI, sorry I disappeared for a while, but I usually stop posting (I left part of the reasons in the tags). But it makes me happy to see you guys asking :'), 'cause I haven’t been doing too well lately, but now I'm feeling a bit better! Sooooo here are...Orel and John Ward from faith game!!!!

[davonati]

They make love out there in the field, before David has to leave for good. It’s fast and messy, with both of their emotions running so high. Yonatan comes with the taste of David’s tears on his tongue.

He stays lying on his back in the grass until the sound of crunching footsteps finally fades away, and only realizes later that, in their utter desperation for each other, he’d forgotten to take any of the usual precautions. But by then, it’s far too late.

***

Four months later, he goes to see David at Horesh. Even in the dim light of the hideout, David looks at him oddly.

“Something’s different about you,” he muses, and Yonatan has to stop himself from reflexively clutching his belly. He’s not showing yet, not really, but he can feel the life growing inside him.

He expects David to approach him then, to explore the planes of his body as he’s done countless times before. He readies himself to tell David the truth, to finally feel the weight of this secret lift off his shoulders. But David comes no closer. He eyes him for another moment and then turns away, pulling out a large map of the Judean territories as he updates Yonatan on his group’s movements over the last few months.

It’s better this way, Yonatan decides. David has enough to worry about at the moment without concerning himself with Yonatan’s health, and there’s no guarantee that the baby will make it to term anyways: it’s not as if Yonatan is willing – or able – to confine himself to bedrest for nine months. When David returns to Giveah, Yonatan can reevaluate the situation. Most likely Yonatan will never need to reveal his mistake; best case scenario, David will have an heir to secure his lineage as he ascends to the throne.

***

Years later, as Yonatan lies bleeding out under the stars, his last thought is to wish he’d gotten the chance to tell David about their son.

[clockworkreapers]

Tales From The Gas Station Vol 3

[gen4grl]

a nap in the sun

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby let’s Cassidy meet her FNAF movie friend!

[b1gwings]

the first episode of fhjy was such a fucking blast. one of my favorite moments was most of the bad kids succeeding on their saving throws against being Frightened by the Night Yorb but Adaine failed, and when Brennan asked Siobhan how this looks/feels for Adaine, Siobhan was answered “i feel a panic attack coming on.”

and it’s like. as much as Adaine has changed since the beginning, it’s really refreshing to see that her anxiety disorder didn’t vanish with her character development. like, they’re acknowledging how that kinda stuff doesn’t just go away — you can’t really get over it so easily. Love u forever Adaine & Siobhan <3

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw self hatred while masturbating, post-nut clarity’s a bitch, descriptions of female genitalia

thinking about horny, hormonal, desperate academy!coryo who humps his hard cock into his bed every night because he physically can’t sleep without getting his dirty thoughts out of his head.

having to cover his mouth to repress his groans and whimpers as to not wake his dear cousin and grandmother. there are some nights where it feels too good not to moan, and so he shoves his face into his pillow to audibly release his frustrations.

he tells himself that he’s not interested in the capitol girls. that they don’t ever cross his mind. but his stupid teenage boy brain can’t help itself from wondering what’s beneath their uniforms. his mind can’t seem to forget the smell of their shampoo and perfume. they cloud his nightly thoughts as he ruts against his bedsheets. thinking of how sweet their pussies must taste on his tongue, or how tight they would fit around his hard, throbbing cock.

but he hated himself for wasting his energy on thinking such lewd thoughts. he could be focusing his mental capacity on more useful fantasies, like his plan for after graduating the academy. his career path. but no. here he was, humping and fisting his cock to thoughts of pretty girls. his classmates, even professor click showed up in his mind. and how she was just so, so nice to him.

and when he came, he came with a pathetic whine muffled by his pillow, his cock spurting his thick, sticky load along with his naughty, filthy thoughts.

and when he looked down at the mess he made, he felt disgusted. guilty. and even selfish for indulging in the sin of lust. tears softly fell from his baby blue eyes as he cleaned up his filth and got ready for bed.

stupid boy. stupid, pathetic boy.

[htchnr]

in light of act 2 of s2 of Arcane, i'm here to remind people that i do in fact still take Vander requests!

happy, angst, smut or whatever — they're open!

(i need to heal from act 2 and the F E E L S so PLSS send some happy/fluffy requests 🥲💔)

[love-is-a-pearl]

What , you like About ash and Dawn .?

What I like about them? Honestly everything :v

Ash and Dawn are my favorite characters of the anime by themselves. Dawn embodies "ray of sunshine that hides how insecure they are behind a smile" trope in the most perfect way and I love her for that. Ash is just the blueprint of "dork with a heart of gold golden retriever" that I also adore. But their relationship makes it all even more interesting.

They are best friends! They support eachother in their dreams and while that's normal for any of Ash's friends, is extra special with Dawn since he trained with her constantly; techniques created by her were often used by him and vice versa. There's no "Ash" or "Dawn" battle style, its "theirs" and that makes me insane! Specially because Dawn is the only character with that honour. Ash would train with other characters later/before her but to the point of adapting her style into his? never again. And it honestly pisses me off sometimes arent his other friends important too?

They have a lot in common! Usually the anime has the very shitty "boys stick with boys, girls stick with girls" mentality (that is the most egregious in SM), where they never allow boys and girls to spend ANY time together, but in DP Arceus blessed the writers for once to let Ash and Dawn actually spend time with one another. They both love pokemon a lot, even the start of their journeys was similar. They have goals that are too big and hard to achieve and they understand how important that is for the other. And they like talking about that to eachother! Every episode, even if it's not focused on them, there's some moment where they talk about something. It's very clear they like eachother's company!

Their chemistry is so cute. There's so many moments where we just see Ash and Dawn talking about random stuff. Having fun! Taunting and provoking and playing with one another! Just to showcase how close they are.

But the most special of it is when they talk about personal stuff, about how often they both feel comfortable being honest about insecurities and struggles to one another. How often they will just talk their issues out instead of fighting or being avoidant about it.

Moments like those are small but scattered all around the anime and ughhh they are so cute.

And I think the biggest diferential to other Ash's relationships is that Ash cares about Dawn. A lot. I'm not saying he doesn't care for other friends, but there was a special care put into the writing of him in DP. Perhaps even to parallel with Chimchar's arc and all. A more caring Ash in general. But like, the way he felt empathetic to all her losses, the way he ran to her when she lost the contest in DP146, the way he knows how she feels even without her saying it. THEIR GOODBYE AND HOW HE SCREAMS HER CATCHPHRASE AT HER TO MAKE HER HAPPY!!

Is just.. he is written much more denser in other seasons and makes it so hard for me to believe Dawn is not his favorite person because of that LMAO

He traded pokemon with her! Ash "i rather die than trade pokemon" Ketchum! And speaking of their pokemon, I love how close they all are. Because they often trained together, there was plenty of moments to have Ash interact with Dawn's pokemon and vice-versa in such a spontaneous way that is lacking for other companions. Dawn is just as invested in Gliscor and Gible's training as Ash; when Mamoswine was disobeying Dawn, Ash (and Brock) were there with it watching her contests and trying to convince it of giving her more credit. Piplup so often tags along with Ash's more out of pocket trainings and is so so cute. Pikachu has an unique pika-name for Dawn!! They are so close that even their pokemon get tangled into their relationship and I love that so so much.

Dawn and Ash are equals. The anime made such an effort to make that very clear! She is not just the girl he traveled with in Sinnoh, she is the girl that he learned a lot from. That he learned the most from. His best friend. His team mate. His partner!