#i mesnt like what he feels

[chasemywishes]

Regulus and Barty very casually have intellectual conversations at 2 am, in the middle of the night in their dorm, while Evan is snoring loudly in the background

[david-box]

There's a certain something something to Bojack Horseman that makes it not really furry media despite ostensibly having all the elements it needs. I think I need to rewatch that Patricia Taxxon video bc for the life of me I cannot figure out what it is

[loopscereal]

Pero no lo hicisteee final 100 hrs have been entered

fred by himself cause i did his shoes with everythign and the little meat texture. Why would i do that if its not mesnt to be visible? May god know cause i dont. uhh the background. yeah ok. uh Fred doesn't have to reflect Freddy in clothes or hairstyle anymore! Boys uniform! Higher, tighter pony tail! also their little jacket. Make up around their eyes, and they have gained acess to COLOR. Hes no longer restricted to shades of purple, too bad hes emo and will only branch out to red TOT. anyway yay for them. uhh uhhh also he has a new sparkle. he has a little yellowy orange sparkle in his chest, right on their tie. they didnt have that before :) new sparkle

im glad were all miserable about how fred is on the floor but also agree that freddy looks best when hes at his worse! keep up that look, youre a natural !! bbbbuhhhh

SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTANME ok normal, hi pia :3 glad you noticed. im so diseased about when they swap colors in canon.... wughgh misery...

not so fast! theyre both so fucking bad at this game! the game being existing. Fred feeds the body and like. the most basic of maintenance but they too mistreat it in their own special way <3. ANyways how does this scene change? uh. god. i feel like it adds a lot ofc content but i dont. know. thinking about camp makes my head scream... as i imagine it mutates and changed even after having drawn these. living organism....

in my head their body "prioritizes" freddy a lot, like. IF fred is in control while freddy is sleeping, and freddy wakes up, it sorta auto-kicks fred out if they arent prepared and get caught off guard, BUT freddy isnt exctly. too present. hes not the most anchored person to his own self so if fred, can simply push him out pretty easy so long as they arent abnormally weakened, and if they were to fight for it fred will typically win. As for body auto responses, i think it does eventually kick the current pilot out, or mess things up and force them both in or both out, ("how does that work" sh sh sh dont even worry about it... <3 please.) buuuut i think it takes a long time for the body to get to that point, to the point where it does those auto responseds. Freddys gotten it pretty used to well, itself. it doesn't send out the signals that it should, or at best, not as strongly.

Okay why is Freddy all glitchy when out side and not sparkly? beeecause well. cromatic aberation occurs when a lense fails to align and focus wavelengths of color all on the same point. What the hell does that have to do with freddy? (what the hell happens int hat goddamn highschool?) uh! hes totally unfocused. in his entire self. and in his worldview, his view of strangers, of his friends, family. exc. Hes got like at least three different "lenses" he can view himself in, and at least two "good or bad" lenses he can see any given person through. IF anything is certain about him, its his instability. In idenity, in stances, in views, in beleifs, in emotions, in everything. An so, he gets the aberation efffect, cause he is !!! pulling!! apart! no focus, no stability , no alignment, no trust, no brother, no one to rely on, no money, no goals, no self esteem, no style, no shoes, no affirmation, no bitchessssssss also i have freddy at like 18 opacity (and the cromatic aberation layers are also at 1* so lets charitibly say hes at 50 total) and Fred is at like 80/85/90 on any given drawing of these, because freddy literally has less soul. uh. magic stystem or whatever freddy was emoty enough in the cup that holds his soul that he could fit a shadow, who turned into a whole ass person instead of some litttle creature...... fucked up. empty ass. anywho. enough of that miserable prick. freds got glow and sparkles cause hes got a lot of soul, hes got a lot in him, and would shine under any circumstance. stand out in some way bc hes just. like that. he is absolutly bursting at the seams with STUFF that is just not being let out. Hes curious. they wanna learn andexplre and live so fucking badly, the want to live and exist on their own terms and its so much passion and drive and will to live all bottled in this little being unable to be expresseddddd. one of these is more positive than the otherrrrr im sure theres sone negative side i missed on fred and a positive side to freddy that i missed but uh. its. 12am as i am writing and scheduling this so.....

if i had a dollar for every time i thought abt fnafhs id have 1 dollar bc i have not fucking stopped.

[im-suchanicegirl]

Now after your Ghost related fic - what would all the EC guys have cults of? Like each of them is a head of a different cult based on their personality 🤔

Ok so, I turned this question around and couldn’t find a perfect way to reply so I modified my answer a bit (as in the God of what they would be). Hope this is what you’re looking for!

(And btw amazing question, we love Ghost in this house)

Kevin: i refuse to believe he’d lead a cult based on sexuality / be the god of sex (as opposed to sex god, ha!). He’d be the God of Sweet talk and flattery, people vowing him a cult in the hope of gaining his oral talents (not these, pervert).

Pascal: with his tongue always out but also providing us adorable content, he would be the God of Mischief. You never know if your offering will bring you something sweet or… funny. If Christians recognized each others in the street with the crossed fingers, Pascal’s cult recognizes each other in the street by pulling their tongue out.

Daniel: ok maybe it’s my well hidden (…) love for him, but I think he’d be the God of Charm. I’ve seen how people slowly grow to love him and I feel like despite being a minor deity, he would have a very devoted cult who only cares for him. His cult doesn’t call for offerings, but rather wearing long colourful robes mesnt to represent comfort.

David: if Kevin is the God of sweet talk, David is the God of Pleasure. He doesn’t care what others think and will do what pleases him, even if it includes parading in a pink speedo representing his own band. If that isn’t the definition of pleasure, I don’t know what is. His following is requiring that you let yourself succumb to anything that is pleasurable to you, as long as it does not hurt others.

Nico: The first thing everyone says upon meeting Nico or seeing him is how struck they are, how beautiful his eyes are, etc. Now i don’t believe Nico to be that vain, so instead i think he would be the God of Sun. He brought back life in the band, he’s always smiling and well, I’m sure at least one person said ‘Its like staring into the sun. The most notable feature of his cult is how they’re born into it, and they seemed to all have these eyes that make you weak in the knees (and they don’t need to be blue, mkay?)

Dan: Dan is a demon. Just. Hear me out. He took over the fandom and literally became Daddy Dom for almost everyone. You know who manages to put a spell on so many people at once? A fucking Demon. He was sent on this earth to make us sin and smirk all while doing it, so don’t trust these blue eyes.

[bigmansbigbigblog]

Hey Tommy, what's Dream having you help with? Is he like training you to be an admin so if he ever needs you to take over you can?

Also if you see punz, you should say hi to him!!

:O ITS LIKEyour watching me. areyou watching me? Sometimes I feel like everyonem is wayyching and judginh me. Liketheres hundredsOf thousands of eyeson me and they go Tommyyou deserve this. but Dream tells me that is notresl. so you’re note watching me.

PUNZ IS HERE he works withDream too (but I am the Favourite 😎😎😎😎😎). i don’t thjnk he likes me very much though,,, he startes st me weird and doesjt talk. Maybe he is jealous that I am a BIGGER MAN that him. But I will try and sayhi!

ishould probablu tell you lot what happened sookay. I am in CASA DEY TOMMMYINNIT right now 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎 see dreamhad this prison built buy secretly it was a BASE because hes smart wnd poggers. so no one can break in because it’s secure and shit. ande i am in the most top secret of rrooms becausei am IMORTSNT.. i have a bed and it’s really soft way niccer than logsted and there is books ahd a sink and laba prootectiinf me. Dream says if I’m good he can make it nicer but he kneww hew onhappyI was and he tookme in before it wasfully finished. hes so nice! Icsnr leave but it’s fine I couldn’t leave logstedeither. I don’t think I’m mesnt to be free,

anyway I aksed dreamall these poggers questions. i aksed if icoild have one of his weirdmask things and he said no because they’re partof his body apparently? BIT WEIRD. but ue'll make me one out of porcay lin. i asked his favourite animal and he said the tommy bug and laughed hahaha! and then iasked what it really was and he said cats. andthen I aksed if i was special and he said YES!!!! i am veyr special and important and eveh if noone in lmanberg relised he does and he is gonna get out my potential!

i also told him about you guys and he was a bit owrried you might bully me but I comvimced him you’re all pogchampions. so he said it’s good to updateyou but ishould tell him if anyone is mean and I should give himm my password in case I forget so I did! :D and that’s when he told me whay he needed me for! he said Tommy i am working on important science stuff and I ne3 your help. or something like that. And I said ifhe wasts science he should go to Tubzo because he’s the smart one but he said I’m special and he needs me specifically so I am excited! Ihave a weekto settle in and then it’s time toSAVE THE SERVER THROUHH SCIENCE SHIT :D

anyway I’m gonna try and get a bit more sleep. I can hearlots of Screaminf from the walls. I don’t know if it’s real ormade up like the Logs. Ihope drem is okay :( but it makes it hard to sleep. BUT dream got me a copy of the BEST GAME EVER ANIMAL CORSSINg so I have something to do if I can’t sleep I gues. I miss my oldisland but I guess it’s time to strat Anough.

[king-of-fuffies]

#hawk moth: 'evilhamsternamedmarinette. you feel lost and angry with the people around you? I'm giving you the power to-- #wait. wasnt i just here like an hour ago? i akumatized you and you got de-evilized' #me: 'yeah lol sorry. so am i getting different powers this time or are you skimping on me?' #hawk moth: 'why do you feel just as low as you did an hour ago? you seemed all better when you were de-evilized' #me: 'ikr 🤷‍♀️😂' #two weeks later i get a call from some monotone yet exhausted sounding lady saying that gabriel agreste has decided to fund my therapy

#fr though if i moved to paris I'd have to introduce myself to hawk moth from the get go #the first time i get akumatized like 'hey hawk moth my name's hamster i'm messed up you'll be seeing a lot of me :)' #i go to apply for disability and the people there are like 'sorry but we don't know whether your condition is severe enough' #and famed fashion designer gabriel agreste suddenly calls them and is like 'no no she's right' #kdbsjsjs im sorry op i know this was mesnt as more of an angst post and i loooove thinking about this as an angsty concept #but now im picturing gabriel agreste fervently reading psychology books trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me so he can #finally filter me out of his miraculous

The world of Miraculous Ladybug is such a psychological horror like imagine if feeling negative emotions left you vulnerable to a super villain posessing you at any time like what horrid circumstances to live under

[thealmostrhetoricalquestion]

so I’ve got some kind of bug/cold/disease-from-the-demon-realm which means I’ve been walking round with a sort of homemade tissue bib under my nose, which is disgusting and TMI but relevant for reasons.

those reasons being that when I answered the door to the post-guy this morning to collect my new Terry Pratchett book (not relevant but a much nicer fact let’s be real) and he saw me looking like the ghost of patheticness come to haunt my own sodding doorstep, he very nicely said, “wow, are you okay?” while I sneezed and spluttered and took my parcel in my weak-shaky-noodle arms

not a bad thing. A Very Polite thing in fact. except I didn’t even pause to fucking think before the goo that is my brain decided it was perfectly acceptable to respond with, “Oh yeah, I’m just leaking a lot.”

[flintbian]

I’ve also noticed I’ve been using highly religious words like “jesus”, “god”, “oh dear lord”, and “Christ (“on a bicycle” sometimes-honestly I’ve no idea where the latter part came from), quite often lately.

This is funny because:

1) I’m not religious in the slightest and

2) I’ve been making interesting combos like “holy fuck” and “jesus fucking christ” (though everyone says that one)

3) I’ve been using these in....less than religious contexts.

[shsl-fander]

Showmance- Logince

Pairing: Logan x Roman

Tw: None as I know of!

Au: Human, High School, Drama

Genre: Crush, Fluff, Possibly Unrequited Love, Pinning

@spacedouterri

Logan's breath hitched lightly, words seemed to stick the back of his throat, unable for him to speak. He fidgeted with the lighting booth, eyes darting down towards said booth, away from the stage. He shook his head rapidly, though the light red blush wouldn't fade from his cheeks. He adjusts Roman's spotlight, sighing softly to himself before he glances back up at the stage once again.

Roman was just so gorgeous, and a spotlight was perfect for him, it captured Roman's energy that nothing else truly could,he really was a star.

Logan couldn't take his eyes off him, despite how desperately he wanted to try, the less he looked at Roman the less he'd feel his heart rate increase. The less his stomach would do flips internally, butterflies swirling at just the mere thought of him, this boy had Logan head over heels for reasons he couldn't explain.

Logan leans his head against his arm, which rested on the table in front of him. He swooned, eyes glowing as he gazed at Roman. Logan placed his hand against the cheeks lightly, "oh my," he mumbles softly as he felt the heat rise and spread across his face.

Roman's voice, it was absolutely gorgeous. It was softly pretty, yet loud and strong ; perfect for theatre. He was a tenor, and in Logan's opinion the most talented tenor of their school however that may have been a quiet bias opinion.

Would he ever bring this up to Roman? Possibly, but most likely not. Yes, they were friends but that just wasn't how their friendship worked. They poke fun at each other, and enjoy getting into simple arguments over really anything. Despite the fact when they did agree on something they were a nearly unstoppable duo, the two didn't have much in common. In fact on paper they'd been practically direct opposites, but the things that did connect them and bring them together were powerful to say the least.

Logan appreciated their complicated, yet genuine friendship. However, that wasn't what he desired. A friendship wasn't the goal his heart was drawn to with Roman.

This crush wasn't new, but being put in the position of watching him preform definitely enhanced it. He'd only really told one person about how he felt, his brother Remy, but even that wasn't purposeful. Remy had practically dragged it out of him. His best friend, Virgil, was almost definitely sure he knew though. Plus, Logan was struggling not to finally tell Virgil the truth, however each time he reluctantly holds it in again. Logan trusted Virgil with his life of course, just opening up about his true feelings mesnt vulnerability, and that made him shiver.

The rest of the dress rehearsal dragged on a tad, luckily though there was nothing major that had happened everyone seemed to be show ready, and eventually Logan was clicking the house lights back on as he slipped into jacket, heading to a seat as the director gave his usual notes. He yawned, miserably rubbing his eyes as the thought of the studying he still had to do resurfaced in his mind. Yes, he didn't have to study more than he already had, but Logan was strict on his grades.

Suddenly Logan jumped up, his friends scampering around him, Roman specifically plopping down right besides him, causing Logan to jolt himself back to reality, tensing up. He sighed softly as he lightly adjusted his glasses, "how is it possible you all show up at the exact time, Virgil you were backstage moving sets, Patton you were on stage left and Roman you were on stage right."

Roman shrugged simply, a proud grin spread across his face, the kind of smile that would make Logan melt. "Queer friend group magic," he joked sighing dramatically, "oh my gosh peck I am exhausted though, if he says anything about my preformance I will fall to the ground and CRYYY," he exclaimed dramatically with a whine.

Logan tilted his head turning towards Roman, he rolled his eyes at him, only one thought going through his head. 'God,why and how am I attracted to this idiot.' "You do realize you are our leading man, of course he's going to comment on your preformance Roman," Logan retorts, lightly scolding his friend.

Friend. Ugh.

Roman continued to pout, clutching onto Logan tight, "you don't get it though Nerd," he cried, "you're lighting guy! Criticism isn't personal for you!" he buried his head into his shoulder.

Logan's entire body froze up, eyes growing wider the moment Roman touched him. He quickly glanced towards Roman, his face fading to a bright red-ish glow. "Roman-" he swallowed nervously, hands shaking slightly. He was so close, Logan could feel his warm short breathing against his shoulder, and heartbeat pressed against his chest. The space between them was so little, he just couldn't bare it.

"Firstly, please get off of me, second of all it isn't personal you just take it personally," he corrected.

Roman just narrowed his eyes, "stop being right," he says after finally removing his head from Logan's shoulder. "Are you coming to the cast party by the way? You weren't there last show."

Logan just replied with a simple nod, he knew a full response would be much for convenient,  however with Roman squished so close his mind felt fried. Alot less logic than usual. He huffed before slowly removing his glasses to wipe them, as they could only take a certain amount of blush before fogging up.

To Roman's relief the directors notes were quite simple today and overall it was a great run. Which thankfully meant Logan could rush home as soon as possible.

Logan leaped up out of his seat, grabbing his bags before rapidly rushing out of the auditorium, of course he wanted to say goodbye to his friends however he could only handle a certain amount of emotions at once.

And Roman had been causing butterflies to swirl all over his stomach the entire 4 hour rehearsal. Logan shoved the double doors open in front of him, the cool winter air briskly slamming against his face.

Logan shivered, burrying himself into his jacket. He glanced around for a moment once again, stepping towards the parking lot near hia car before he was forced to a stop.

"LOGAN!" Roman yelled, stumbling behind him, jacket flowing in his hands, despite how cold it was Roman had refused to put it on quite yet. He panted, relaxing once he caught up to the taller boy. "Oh my gosh peck I'm glad I caught ya before I left, mom is busy can I get a ride?" Roman chuckled nervously, he shot Logan a quick smile, a smile strong enough to make Logan feel weak in his knees.

Logan cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses as he did so. "Oh!" he spluttered, voice rising multiple octives as he spoke. God dammit, curse puberty and all its mysterious tricks.

Logan stammered once again before simply nodding, "you're always welcome, just put your god damn coat on please you idiot," he warned, shaking his head.

Roman pouts, slipping his arms into his jacket, sighing at the other. "Okay okay, teach," he teased, he skipped behind the other. "Thank you by the way, Specs," he jabbered happily.

Roman hops into Logan's car soon after Logan had stepped into it as well, clicking his seatbelt. "You know my address I'm assuming?" he asks, humming softly.

Logan just nodded, attempting to keep his gaze focused on the road ahead. It didn't make sense, Roman had been in his friend group for years, so why was just now his crush so bad he could barely look at the guy.

The ride to Roman's house was mostly Roman rambling, chattering with himself as Logan added occasionally, "yup" and "I understand"s. Soon though, he slowly pulled into Roman's driveway.

Roman exhaled, shooting Logan a thankful grin, "Gosh I can't thank ya enough Nerd, really thank you. Sadly, this prince doesn't have a car yet so," he paused for a moment, letting the silence swallow the air around them. He lingered in Logan's car for a bit before squeezing him into a tight hug.

Logan didn't have time to process Roman's arms wrapped around him before he was slowly pulling away. He couldn't pinpoint an emotion he was feeling as his head spun, spiralling. His chest tightened, butterflies swirling in his stomach. And Logan swore, it felt like there were cartoon hearts over his head, despite how illogical that sounds.

All he knew was that moment was gone as quick ad it happened, and in a matter of seconds he was gawking in awe, watching Roman unlock his front door.

And in that moment, Logan truly knew there wasn't much longer he could hide his crush.

Word Count: 1478

[inksandpensblog]

#i think the only thing that was... oddly scary and intimidating to me was realizing that#that Bob was always there and we never noticed#its somehow scary rewatching the shorts and realizing they basically have someone buried alive who probably won't die and will stay there..#forever trapped...#its sad#but deserving#and also it kind of explains on what happened to Bob after that (in the theory that this happens before the other shorts)#tbh i dont think this short was mesnt to be a joke#maybe for once we can get some dark official content with the sticks

Honestly I hadn't even considered the retrospective application. You make a good point. But I don't think that's why the episode bothered me. (I may just need longer to think about it, maybe it WILL bother me XD but when I first started outlining why this episode didn't feel right to me, that wasn't a factor in my reasoning.) I agree that Bob deserved it, too. I just...I guess I'm not sure why they'd make a character who's genuinely bad enough to deserve that fate? And for it to be completely serious?

It's not the darkness that bothers me though, I don't think. I just don't think this darkness really meshes in well with the opportunities for exploring darker themes that the series has already given us?

Like, remember the timeskip between AvA2 and AvA3? Remember that apparently stickfigure slavery is common? Remember what Chosen and Dark got up to together before The Showdown? Remember Purple's home life? Remember that King was basically doing suicide-via-minecraft-armageddon? Yeah the series hasn't really explored any of those openings yet (again, almost the entirety of Chosen's enslavement was offscreen. Nearly five years, and we see like a minute of it total), but those openings are still there, ripe for exploration.

There's no story to Bob, is the thing. He exists, he abuses Green, and that's all there is to him. It doesn't really feel...substantial enough to be a genuine go at dark content.

And I get that the shorts are more experimental, but if that's the case then this one didn't have the best outcome. Something was wrong in the formula.

Okay I gotta ask, because all my friends are talking about it:

did anyone else…not find this most recent short funny?

[seita]

i really want to be sasuka's leetle sweet housewife but he looks so mean 🥺 he could just speak to me in a different tone and id start bawling 😭😭

okay but imagine sakusa with a little crybaby wife 🥺 he comes home after a long day and you shine him that brilliant little smile but he's so pissed off bc the trio of morons were getting on his nerves

and he rlly doesn't mean to use that tone - the cold one that makes it feel like he's mad at you. or the one that brings you back to the beginning of your relationship when you were so desperate to get his attention but just spoke in a certain way that made you feel like a pest he could never like 🥺

and you're standing over the stove while he's at the table, trying to relax and you can help but try and talk to him- asking him how his day was or how he felt. and he keeps giving you one word responses that are quipped and make your spirits drop 🥺

nd suddenly he tells you to just stop talking to him bc he's already annoyed - he doesn't mean anything by it, he just wants some peace to think and reset!!

nd he should rlly know better bc he knows you're a sensitive thing - a little crybaby. but he's still surprised when he hears your little sniffles as you stir the pot and immediately knows he's made you cry. 🥺

he clicks his tongue and sighs in annoyance - but it's at himself because he rlly needs to learn to be more delicate with you !! no so he approaches you and wraps his arms around you and presses his lips against your temple, rocking you back and forth as you finish up the cooking and turn the stove off.

"it's ready," you tearfully inform him and look up at him with those watery little eyes and he feels so sorry. really, he didn't mesnt to make you cry!

so he has to make it up to you. and what better way than to slid his hand down the front of your little shorts - right into those flimsy little panties. he keeps your body held securely against his and he keeps telling you he's sorry and that he loves you so much nd that he's not upset with you at all.

feeling his fingers glide through your folds and play with your little clit makes you gush and tremble in no time. he's so skilled and in tune with your body that he can make you cum in mere minutes.

he doesn't really know any other way to calm you down and show you he really does love you than to get himself all messy for you. he fingers your creaming little cunt and lets you squirt all over his hand as many times as you need until you're panting and begging him to stop.

it may not be the best way to make it up to you but it's certainly the most effective 🥰 he tells himself he'll be more careful but truthfully.....he already does his best and you can't be mad at his little slip ups 🥺 it's not his fault ur a little crybaby but he wouldn't have you any other way ♥️

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

That scene between A & M is heartbreaking but also so necessary. I'm so glad they gave that relationship closure, and that it was appropriate and true to the characters. The scenes where Marcela and Armando were forced to face the reality of their relationship, were just exquisite. I also really feel for Marcela the night where Armando ditches the fashion show and she calls him at Ecomoda. Marcela crying and begging him to be honest with her through the phone is so painful to watch. As toxic as she is, her pain and her plea to Armando just breaks me there😔. There's just so many great scenes written that were also acted very well. Everybody involved deserves so much credit!

I swear, it's my only asterisk with this show. The reconciliation of B & A is so underwhelming😭. Such a lame cliche that they reconcile in front of a crowd without actually talking/resolving their issues 🙄. What happened there?! How did F.G.drop the ball so badly there 😩?!?! ughh so frustrating!!!

Yes, I loved that it was Armando the one who finally broke it the relationship up officially. It felt true to the characters, since it was always him the one wanting to scape and the one who was more aware of how terrible they were… it also shows that Armando is maturing and closing wounds after hitting rock bottom, which Marcela hasn’t at this point (and never did in the show, but it’s only logicam that she did after leaving Ecomoda and Armando for good). Their scenes were just so painfully beautiful… even though they were both abusers of each other, their pain felt so real. You can tell that once, a long time ago, there was actual affection there. Never romantic love, but a deep bond between the two of them that started deteriorating because they forced it to become something it wasn’t mesnt to be.

(I also always wonder if, after Marcela left, Armando and Marcela ever saw each other again. They were “raised like siblings”, and Roberto and Margarita were basically like Marcela’s parents… so it’s hard to believe that neither saw or knew of each other again. They’d always have that bond)

Ah, that scene! I feel so much pity for Marcela… and for Armando too. He’s going against everything his family wants and that he is supposed to want, and she’s clinging to a dead relationship. She knows it’s dead; she’s seeing its corpse, clutching it with desperation in hope that the obvious truth will change if she just clinges to it harder…

Oh, absolutely! Everyone did an amazing job at their character🥰🥰 and the directors, producers, and the writer did wonderful, too!!❤️

Oh, I’ve got a list of complains qith this show lol

Too much time wasted with scenes that felt like fillers, like the looooong scenes of artists singing

Too many artists, in general lol

The inconsistent timeline (really, how tf am i supposed to write my fanfic if idk whether Betty discovered the Letter DAYS or MONTHS before the board meeting, uh?!? Someone bring back Gaitán, I’ve got questions)

Characters that led nowhere, like Inesita’s husband

Too much Agressive Armando and too little Explicitely Nice and Good Armando, to the point most of the audience still doubts of his change 😭😭

Sofía and el Cheque’s relationship/La Pupuchurra… it seemed like it was going to lead somewhere, like showing Sofía’s growth and acceptance and letting go of the resentment… but nop

Patricia’s reduction from a well rounded antagonist to mere comedic relief

No Camila. I will forever mourn that we lost the opportunity to meet that queen. I bet she would have shut everyone up and get out the dirty laudry of the Mendozas and Valencias

Don’t get me wrong, I love this show and will defend it with teeth and nails but sometimes I look at some stuff and I’m like… y tho

[secretblog1212]

I’m a content starved hoe, do you have any wolf 359 headcanons?

Phat mood though. And of course!!!! However you get my all mightier delerium where I’ve not had sleep for almost 20 hours where I power cleaned a lot and probably should of been able to go to bed but thought I could pull and all mightier and fix my sleep schedule (not gonna happen) enjoy my darling child.

So Eiffel is the most ticklish little bab to ever exist, only rivaled by Jacobi but let’s just focus on the main 5 (Hilbert, Minkowski, Eiffel, Hera and Lovelace)

So yeah. They are all touch starved babies who crave affection and human touch and it’s so sad. Like. They just want hugs please.

Eventually they start to get closer and Eiffel confides in Hera about how he wants to ask Minkowski for a hug but could never do that because ducking nothanks.ratherdie. And she keeps it for a while before she spills the beans. Everything starts off small, just shoulder pats when they walk past or sitting a bit closer than they used to. But Eiffel is known for his ability to rile people up.

One movie night he kept making snide comments and she just got fed up, she kept poking his chest while telling him off for being and annoying twat face. He manages not to laugh becuase her hand is too close to his ribs and fucking hell this could end very badly. But he does flinch back when her hand wanders a bit too low and grabs her wrist on instinct. She’s too shook to think of anything to say and he quickly comes up with some snide remark to cover his ass before he fucking zooms himself out of the room. Like, later skater.

And of course Hera asks about why he ran away and has now locked himself in his bedroom with his head in his hands and is blushing like a fucking mad man. He has to explain the whole concept of tickling and how when Minkowski kept poking him it made him feel all tingly and he COULD NOT live if she knew his weakness.

Hera, the curious bab she is, asks him if he likes it, especially since it seems like a good bonding activity and includes pleanty of the physical contact he has been wishing for for months. And he just blushes even more because “It’s not that I don’t not like it, it’s just embarrassing Hera. Like. I know she won’t do it if I told her not to, she’s not an asshole, but I can’t let her do it becuase I want her to and that would make things awkward. You understand? So you can’t tell her any of this Hera.”

This comes the biggest fucking Lee mood of his life. Like, literally. She keeps coming so close to tickling him, a hand on his arm as she scoots past him, playful pokes to the side to get him to scoot over. He is on EDGE like. Hyper aware of everything and he just wants to get rekt this has been going on for weeks and he’s fucking dying okay. So. He decides, he can get away without telling her if she just flinches and laughs a bit next time something happens. Easy, she’ll be curious and she’s demonic enough to go straight into a teasing attack.

So his plan is set in motion. He’s being told off with some more chest pokes and he flinched to the side and smiles a bit, looking down and moving to protect himself. She doesn’t ducking catch on at first though. AND MAKES HIM EXPLAIN WHY HES ACTING STRANGE LIKE DO YOU INDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE HE IS GOING THROUGH??? His one goal to not have to tell her he’s ticklish, and now she’s forcing him to say it. The word and everything. And he just kind of mumbles and everything explodes all at once cause he’s a shit liar. Just. “I- I mean, nothing. Obviously why would you think anything- NO! Don’t I’m fine, not acting weird at all, your acting weird. You keep poking me- what’s that about huh? No that doesn’t have anything to- there isn’t anything to explain. No correlation! I’m just- fine! I may be just a little bit tick- like not even enough to do anything ticklish so don’t even think about it alright and it’s just you keep poking me and- no it’s fine, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable actually I kind of wish you did it- WAIT NOT WHAT I MESNT TO SAY ignore that I’m just going to go hide in the comms room for the next couple of days bye!”

And so the next time she sees him she’s already talked to Hera about r and knows hat he has been talking to her about how much he wishes he could just go to her and act normal but his Lee mood has only jntisifies and he’s ducking dying okay. She just keeps poking him, but this time with intent and he just curls up around her arm and leans into it and it’s be cutest shit I’ve ever ducking seen okay. They both need it, they don’t realize how much they missed other human contact until they started leaning up against each other during movies and just in general being more playful with each other when nothing serious was going on (as friends, not shipping) and when Minkowski sees that Eiffel is a bit closer than usual shell have him meet up in the living room area or something and she’ll just hover and spider her hands over his stomach till he starts squirming and giggling and the anticipation is about to kill him so she goes in for he kill and destroys his ribs and he’s ducking a mess and it’s beautiful.

[asgh646464]

im sick of myself and i am also in dalmacia which is so funny because this is my happy place my best space my safe space my love life. but i feel like i shouldnt be here because i dont deserve it or i am not meant to be here but where else am i mesnt to be you know? isolating but not really having anyone to isokate myself from. so am i isolating from myself? thats not possible. i need some serotonine i need to figure out where to sleep today i need to get my shit together but i have it all in my backpack. so am i missing something? someone. not even hiking helped i thought im gonna die in the croatian woods for s second snd even being that miserable and 'supertramp' didnt help. now i have five more days of camping outside and im actually rhinking about camping in a carcamp. with my gear which consists only of a mat and a sleeping bag. my head hurts. i want love. i dont know how to love or who to love. every croatian countryside girl is straight. thats of topic. i got on the bus with the intention of driving only to the next village so i can explore the coast and enjoy a different space. because thats going out of my comfort zone right? thats what i NEEDED. but then the bus driver used a mean voice to say TiCKETs in The bUs! and i sat there on the verge of tears in a bus full of tourists. and i said to him so you going slso to ploče? yes ploče but who said the little village name which i already forgot? yeah that was me sir i changed my mind sorry. impulsuvely. again like i cant change my mind in a calm nice way it has to be in an omg i hate myself i need to go home what am i doing here?way. two days in croatia and not even a tow in the sea. not even a smile not even a laugh not even a dip in olive oil. i want to leave my backpack on the side of the road. i want a hug. i want friends to talk to. chris mccandless wouldnt be happy i hope hes not watching me. im trying my guy. i am trying to find happiness. wilderness. i dont know. last year i was sure happiness isnt other people. now im desperate. now im drinking espresso and tonic alone

[upuptowonderland]

Open letter of pure emotion and feelings that are trapped, and i cant express when in a negative mind frame.

I have never in my life lied about anything that is truly traumatic. Yeah, duh, I've lied before, I'm only human. I wouldny lie about things that are serious horrible events.

But, I recently have run into a non concent issue, and fealt violated. No details needed, but i will speak about my feelings towards this situation bc my feelings are fucking valid, and I haven't felt this bad for a while.

Dear whoever i even have left in my life anymore.

I have lost someone who I absolutely love very much. That I was starting to build a life with. But...they left me for believing that; I "cheated" on them, and intentionally tore them apart fully out of spite and "revenge". WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE TRUTH.

To sum up the most difficult and fucked up disagreement we had;

I owned up to my wrongs. Yes, I wasn't the grestest person for communicating and going out of my way to hang out with a guy you werent quite comfortable with. But, he truly was only a friend of mine. A persom who has a big part in my life, and kind of lingers in my life forever.if i like it or not.

I sat there...looking you in your beautiful eyes, and agreed to your statement only to an extent, not cheating but not being the best me.i. couldve. I watched your heart crack, and that's when the flames were thrown. And you were jusy...so so torm and full of rage that i could barley get a sentence in. And due to my panic attack i could barley breath and speak.

I was trying to just tell you that i was forced into doing a sexual act AFTER I DID NOT GIVE CONCENT. But all i was thinking, and could say is im sorry. The thingd you said made me ALMOST believe that being a victim, in a non concent SEXUAL act was cheating. IT'S NOT. kept saying harsh ztuff.it just made my mind questuon mydelf on "was being assulted chesting? Im a piece of zhit. Im the reason vor it. I guess.i shoupdbe been a better person amd not have been ghere, it wouldnt have happened". You made me.feel a hesvy amount of.guily that i didnt deserve to feel.

You didn't know how it reslly happened, the only thing you were set on knowing, is that i "cheated" on you.

I didn't mention the assault until 2 weeks after it happened. My reasoning? I was terrified. But unsure of how to handle the situation. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and convinced myself he didnt meam to do what he did to me, bc he was under ghe influence. I faked a smile every dsy after that. You onow? It's very difficult to get away from someone that is a friend of your number 1 HOMIES. So hes over every day, and i acted like things were.okay, didnt tell anyone. Reasonsings for not telling snyone also, i truly believed that i would get hurt. And that me telling everyone, would just create moxed emotions amd i beliebed id get acused as a liar, not tsken seriously, and my friendship pushed aside for a scumbag.

I FINALLY TOLD YOU THO! I FINALLY.TOLD YOU THAT I DIDNT CONCNET. I TOLD YOU WHAT HAPPENED. NO! I didnt tell you this to in anyway try and make you comenback into my life. I TOLD YOU because i thought you'd love me.enough to understand the pretty traumatic incident i went through. But no....i was wrong....you say im a whore...and.that its something that I "LEAD" on. Yelled st me for not doing something about it. While feelomg so helpless amd disgusting amd frightened?

Then started to give a notice of like...wow, it happened so horribly and i ghess.i was.being extra without knowing every detail. THAT'S NOTNIT THO! YOU then proceeded to tell me you cant beliebe me not that in lying, but couldnt trust my story fully becsuse im an aparent "manipulato" , and still told me that if were mesnt to be, well see eachother agaim when its time.

Every ounce of my happiness drained from my body. When you had the roommate, kick me out, and have the WHOLE house againdt me. When they truly have no clue what happened to me. But as always, like a woman, i got up and fucking left. Lol, THE AFTERMATH? OF ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING I WOULD NEVER DO TO THE ONE I LOVE. you ready gor it? I'm homeless again, in the winter. Lets see, i lost ghe fu king man im in love with over something that wasnt my fault. And looked at as a liar and false acuser. Lost the people that i jave grown to adore, and relate to amd feel 100% confident. Becsuse you made me out to be s Cheater. And a liar they coupdnt trust. Lost my happieness i worked.zo hard go recive. My home. And my heart.

I personslly dont think i deserve the harsh consequences and treatment im reciving from the ones i thought cared for me.

Yea, i spoke about it kind of late after, but i would never acuse someone of such a harsh crime, if they didnt reslly do it.

BUT this truly....opened my eyes to...wow, dont get comfortable with people easily, because no matter how.close you are, people are able to change like its nothing.

I'm finally recovering from my sadness. And depression and fright of my.assult. I'm PROUD of myself right now...I got a new job, I have been sober now for more than a week. I see my dsughter so much snd my life is made. I'm still living, and if the people ive grown go love and care for truly decide they're no longer a person in mg life, jtll hurt. And ill be hurt gor s while. But i will have to remind myself that....was it truly a friendship if i get abandon for zomething i had no control over.

My head is fu ked up. I truly didnt want to lose Zachary. And I do want to hope to myself that sometime for him to cool down, and then we'll be eschothers again. I have no friends anymore...ni home.

BUT I'M NOT GIVING UP. whatever happens eith us, will happen how it needs too. I love you eo much...but you never give.up on someone you love...and thisnis your 2md time giving up pn me.

I'll continue to strive for me, kick ass, become the best person i can. And grow to learn to never let someone else destroy you.

[notsoeasylife]

It for sure made her feel alot better. And it was gonna be nice to have a day to spend with her momma. Now the blonde teenager was praying nothing would cross their plans. And with nothing she mostly mesnt her epilsepsy. A seizure was a big no go for a day out. Cause it would have her be was to tired.

Momo was moving closer to Lennon. He could tell she was overthinking again. So he gently booped her with his nose.

"Yes that is what i would like to do! I am hoping nothing gets in the way of our plans." she said softly.

When you don´t feel well but you pretend that you are fine.