#i spazz with how short this is

[dukeoftheblackstar]

gimme song rec pls disco styleeeee

I will reblog this at some point because I am that person who prefers Youtube over Spotify so like... I can't touch my queue right now lol. But you know what? Let me give you some disappointment because disco vibes be too good to be this short.

May I present to you, Wuki cockblocking messing my life with this heavenly shit that he hasn't released a full track of. So share my pain.

Just loop it babe. Trust me. TRUST.

[oukabarsburgblr]

drabble...hybrid au

where sousuke loves pulling on ur tail, tugging on the bone whenever you were within his vicinity or you wandered a bit too astray from your path of walking with him, in cramped places, he's made sure he had his hold on you although you'd complain how often he would grasp on your hand, his second best choice was your tail as you helplessly let him lead you around like a dog on a collar.

same thing applies in bed where he tugs you back into his cock when you began mewling and crawling away from bed because you said he was too rough, too passionate delving into your taste, lapping up your slick and slurping onto your sensitive nips, his favourite would be when he had you on your knees and he'd pull it back, watching your ass slap onto his crotch, your hole swallowing his dick with your cum coatig his base, dripping onto his thighs, his face was full of delight.

he'd pull it too when you're mad at him about something he did, just to get a bit of your attention whenever you'd give him the cold shoulder because your ass immediately perks and you'd get mad at him again for his wandering hand but all was a skit just so you would talk to him again and he can console you in anyways he can.

if your tail was long enough, he'd beg you to wrap it around his neck, letting him bury his face into the plush of your fur, inhaling your musk, your scent as he fucks you into your makeshift nest during your mating season, he wouldn't let any other human or hybrid near you, just him and his dick would be enough to stuff your hole full of cum.

daisuke wouldn't pull on your tail, he heard a myth of how animals might shit themselves if it was tugged too hard, he loved your ears though, the animal ones that act as an additional receiver to your human ears, it would twitched whenever something would brush past it while you were out of focus, a fallen snowflake, the branch of a tree or maybe even his teasing fingers sometimes he would poke into the sensitive furs, catching your attention.

he'd be more mean during sex though seeing those twitching organs, sitting casually at the head of the bed watching you ride his cock like a gamer with his joystick and he'd pull your ears back, watching you bend instinctively as you creamed around his cock, your hole squeezing around him while your own penis spurted ropes and ropes of semen onto the wrinkled sheets.

but he cares for your sensitive fluffy ears, looking up how to groom, buying expensive products for hybrids, he would be the one applying it on you, treating you like a king as he gently and affectionately brush the tips, pressing lightly along your fur with the rows of the brush, rubbing oils or moisturizer into the canal of your ears, he would consider it the top two of his favourite body part.

the number one would definitely be your mouth, he was a foreplay guy, spending hours sucking on your tongue before letting you paw and pull at his jeans, so many toys were under his bed, one of it was supposed to be for your ass but he saved it for your ears instead, a silicone clip on your ear and there was a vibrating bead humming on the shell of your ear, you didn't even know you had a kink like that, it was daisuke's, to see you go crazy on his cock while your head was spinning and spazzing out from the stimulation on your ears.

[END SCENE]

This was supposed to be short but i always take it too far. I love edging you guys💜

If sou and dai had to be an animal, sousuke would definitely be a black cat and daisuke would be a golden retriever

Taglist :

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25 @miyuuuki @simpsations @sugar-p0p @kiiyoooo

[otomiyaa]

Snowed In

BokuAkaKuroKen

[Fic Reupload] - Another old fic with this OT4 from early 2018.

Summary: Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi and Kenma have a vacation-gone-wrong when they end up snowed in in their little cabin. How to entertain oneself when snowed in? (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.6K

“Okay okay, my turn. I spy… with my little eye… something red.”

Akaashi rolled his eyes when he felt three pairs of eyes on him. 

“Akaashi’s shirt!” Bokuto yelled happily. Too happily. 

“Yes, again. How original,” he sighed, but Kenma, of all people! continued the stupid game.

“Something blue,” he said without even saying the whole line.

Bokuto and Kuroo looked around greedily. “My socks? Suitcase? The cookie package over there?” 

“That’s green.” Akaashi was starting to get more and more annoyed by all this. This was the third day he was stuck in here. Stuck with these three tiring pricks.

Well okay, they were his lovely boyfriends, and he did agree to go on a short vacation with them for the holidays. An active vacation. Skiing, snowboarding and hiking through the snow mountains. If only they had known the weather would get so severe that they’d end up snowed in for days in a row.

Stuck in their little cabin with 3 boyfriends who were growing more and more annoying with each hour they had to spend in here. Or maybe that was just him. 

“I spy with my little eye… something grumpy.” Akaashi’s eyebrow twitched, and he glared at Kuroo who said this with a dirty smirk on his face.

“Now what could that be?” Bokuto now also turned to smirk at him, and Akaashi frowned and held the book he was reading higher in front of his face, crossing his legs that were stretched out on the couch as he claimed one all for his own while the other guys sat together on the other. 

“Why aren’t you playing?” Kenma asked Akaashi, giving him this look as if he only realized his presence now, and Akaashi gave an uninterested shrug.

“Bored,” he said. He then looked at all of them, unable to keep the frown from tugging at his eyebrows. “You’re boring.” Ouch. It was out before he wanted to, but he was not really in a mood for apologies either.

Especially when they began to provoke him more. “Why are you grumpy?” was the next question. Bokuto inched towards him, getting closer to his couch, and Akaashi turned halfway so his shoulder could press against Bokuto’s chest to keep him from getting closer.

“Get off,” Akaashi muttered. Yes he was moody and grumpy, no shit Sherlock. This wasn’t the vacation he saved up all that damn money for. And they were being annoyingly lively and stupid. Wasn’t anyone else disappointed and frustrated? Bokuto simply pushed against him and wriggled himself next to Akaashi so he was pressed towards the middle.

“Whyyy are you grumpy?” Kuroo joined in, sitting on Akaashi’s other side and placing a few pokes in his side. Akaashi jolted and tried to slide down as he dropped his book to the floor, only causing his shirt to slide up to reveal his belly. Oh shit.

“Why are you grumpy?”

He suddenly had Kenma in his lap, like a little kitten he was crawling on top of him and normally Akaashi would have adored it, hadn’t it been for those two naughty little paws that grabbed at his bare sides.

“EEp!” Akaashi gasped, and he flailed hysterically before both Kuroo and Bokuto each grabbed an arm and sat down on them, trapping them tightly.

That was it. Akaashi couldn’t move.

“Guys, get off,” he sighed, panic slightly rising when he got the inkling of what these little snots were planning, but sadly Bokuto was already pushing up his shirt and massaging his bare chest lovingly. Kuroo traced his ribs lightly with his fingers and Kenma drew circles around his belly button.

“S-Stop…” he said with clenched teeth, trying to keep in the giggles, but the three merely exchanged glances before eyeing him with those awful smirks again.

“Only if you stop your sulking Akaashi,” Bokuto said, and Akaashi spazzed when Bokuto’s hand on his chest suddenly made a claw, fingers dragging ticklishly over his skin.

“Can I help it this vacation – sucks! No wa-wawwait nooohoho!” Akaashi’s ‘sucks’ had been a hilarious shriek and all three were laughing now. Laughing at him! Jerks! 

“Haha Akaashi you’re so cute when you’re being grumpy,” Kuroo said, and he wiggled his fingers over his ribcage, causing Akaashi to laugh even more.

“But even cuter when…?” Bokuto said, and he glanced at Kenma who was grinning adorably.

“…you’re laughing,” Kenma finished. And so three – three!!! – pairs of hands began to tickle the hell out of him. Akaashi threw his head back and shook his head. No way. The last time they had ever done such a gang attack on him was…was when? Eh, never?

It was always Bokuto tickling him, or Kuroo, or maybe sometimes Bokuto and Kuroo. Playful, brief, sometimes demanding. Not like this. Kenma was a little less tickly, mostly soft ticklish touches and little fluttery strokes that made him giggle softly. But definitely never a massive attack like this. It felt insane!

Akaashi was laughing until he thought his lungs and stomach were going to burst. Already! “WAHa-I hahahate you guuuys!” he cried and he jerked heavily when both Bokuto and Kuroo each took an armpit to tickle.

Meanwhile Kenma had made a creative journey around his stomach, abdomen, down his hips and waist and was now making his way down his thighs to get to his feet. Well fuck.

“Look who isn’t bored anymore!” Bokuto chimed happily, digging his fingers deep in Akaashi’s armpit and tickling him with too much enthusiasm for a lively guy like him trapped in a cabin for three days. Or maybe… maybe that’s exactly why he was being so active right now. Same story for Kenma and Kuroo.

They were tickling him so wildly and roughly, drawing laughter out of him he didn’t even know he could have. The loud shrieky kind of laughter, his voice cracking with each time Bokuto and Kuroo renewed their attacks; armpits, ribs, sides, tummy, and Kenma… Kenma. 

“STAhaahp! Nohoho K-Kehheenma please!” he sobbed when Kenma started his fourth round of tickles. With his short little nails he started at his heel, then made a scribbly tickly round around his bare soles, not skipping his arch nor the balls of his feet and under his toes.

And before he could get even used a liiittle bit to any sort of sensation, he moved back and finished the circle. And again. “EEeehehe!” Akaashi screeched. He was out of control, but there wasn’t really anything he could do.

His feet were stuck between Kenma’s legs who sat with his back towards him, pinning them down with his weight while his fingers did those things to his feet and – woah. His bare feet that had been cold from not wearing socks today were feeling all warm from the unwanted attention, and so was his whole body.

His chest was burning from all the laughing exercise, and oh, he was even half aware of Bokuto kissing him hungrily. “HMhaaahh!” Well he now realized really well since he could barely laugh like this. Bokuto was cupping his cheek and kissing him passionately, one hand scribbling all five fingers up and down his sensitive neck.

Meanwhile Kuroo blew rasp-fucking-berries onto his stomach and Kenma had shifted his attention to only one foot, using one hand to push his toes apart so he could scribble that little short nail at that killer spot.

“OKAokaokaoakay! I’ll plahahaaay!” Akaashi finally managed to wheeze out when Bokuto finally pulled apart so he could lick, kiss and raspberry his neck.

“Staaahahap! I’ll d-do as you sahahay now stoppit!” Akaashi laughed. His arms were growing numb under the heavy weights of both males, and he was feeling as if he was on the brink of passing out.

“Hm?” They all suddenly stopped, and Akaashi gasped desperately for air. Woah. That was intense. Though his view was blurry, he looked at every single one of them. Kenma sat half turned, looking at him with a small smile.

“Feeling better Akaashi?” he asked.

Better? 

“Yeah,” he panted, though he had been very close to yelling “no!”.

Truth was, even though he was aching from all that uncontrollable laughter, running out of breath, and wet from sweat, tears and his naughty boyfriends��� saliva, he was also feeling… somehow less grumpy. Even when what they just did to him could’ve been reason enough to throw another fit.

“You’d better be Akaashi,” Bokuto warned, hooking one finger in his armpit that made Akaashi choke out a squeaky giggle.

“We know you’re always cute, but grumpy isn’t your thing Akaashi. We’ll make you laugh again if you’ll be like that,” Kuroo said with a gentle smile. Kenma nodded.

“It’s too bad about the weather. But we’re together, right? Let’s make the best of it,” Bokuto said, spreading his arms. Kenma was back in his lap, facing him and leaning in to kiss his lips.

“The best,” he muttered against his lips, and Akaashi jolted when Kenma’s warm hands squeezed his sides teasingly.

“No! No more,” he wheezed, looking at them in horror and squirming.

“But Akaashi, you didn’t like our game. At least when we tickle you, you’re not bored is that right?” Akaashi’s eyes widened.

“Nonono I’ll play, let me rest! I spy with my little eeeheeeyeye!!” His boyfriends were relentless. Ruthless, evil and mean, but also cute, playful and a bunch of stupid dorks that made Akaashi suddenly feel less bad about this stupid wasted vacation. And that while they were almost murdering him. Talk about his true love for them!

[hahaifolded]

Can We Make This Work? (8)

Nanami Kento x POC!Fem Reader x Gojo Satoru (Masterlist) Chapter 8: Hot Chocolate (Previous) (Next) Summary: Gojo wants to be your friend. Warnings: Slight Angst

You never thought teaching was for you, but after working with the first and second year students for a month, you had a change of heart. Especially since these weekly sessions turned into a session every other day, thanks to a white-haired menace.

However, you couldn’t complain. These students were something else. 

Besides, it gave you a chance to test out two of your options: Yaga and Kusakabe. Options which both failed the test. Yaga was too dense to pick up your cues while Kusakabe ran every time you tried to speak to him. They both seemed like a lost cause. Or maybe you were? 

It was probably you as even Ino wasn’t interested. When Nanami had asked him if he was interested in you, the poor man spazzed out, saying he could never look at Nanami’s wife like that. Ino thought Nanami was testing him or something. Nanami had a point - that man was way too loyal for your own good. 

Now after a month of “opening” up your marriage, you had absolutely no way of relieving your husband of this union. 

I might be far from finding a new husband, but at least the students are getting stronger, you thought as you watched Nobara take out a second-grade curse all by herself. It’s fine… it’s fine… it’s—

— — — 

Okay, today is the day. Today, Gojo was going to get on your good side. Despite all of the time you two had spent this last month, he couldn’t break through your shell. You have been cordial, thankfully, but he didn’t want cordial, he wanted to be your friend. 

Of everyone in jujutsu society, you are probably the only person that can understand him to an extent. And Gojo Satoru was aching to have an equal, or whatever the closest thing he could have to that. And here you were. Someone who was strong. Someone who cared about the next generation. Someone who wasn’t scared to speak their mind. Someone who didn’t care that Gojo was the strongest. Someone who he’s already pushed away, but dammit, he was determined to pull you back. 

So today, he was going to do what very few has had the chance to experience. 

Arriving late, he slowly approached you with two cups in hand. Here goes nothing.

“I see that you got started already,” he announced. You turned to look at him and shot him a mild glare.

“Of course I got started. You’re 20 minutes late,” you informed him. Your eyes scanned him once over, stopping straight at the cups. “Kusakabe isn’t here by the way,” you said, turning your attention back to the students. 

Well duh, I told him not to come, thought Gojo. He cleared his throat and extended one of the cups towards you. “That’s fine. This is actually for you.” He could sense your disbelief. 

“Oh. Thank you,” you replied, grabbing the drink from him. You took a sip from it. After a few seconds, you slowly turned towards him. “Is this… hot chocolate?” 

“Why, of course! What else would it be?” He enthusiastically drank from his. 

You let out a short laugh and just shook your head. Gojo couldn’t help but feel proud at the small smile that adorned your face. 

You both stood shoulder-to-shoulder in silence, watching the student practice. Occasionally, either of you would yell out pointers to the teenagers, but for the most part neither of you said anything. 

While you kept your eyes on the students, Gojo occasionally looked at you. I wonder how she’s doing? I know Nanami isn’t happy, but is she? He wondered if you were lonely too. He was aware of how everyone steered clear of you. Due to no fault of your own, you had been labeled as a threat, a threat that Gojo had taken care of. She can’t turn out like him. She can’t. I won’t allow it. After growing enough courage, Gojo spoke up.

“Imsorry,” he mumbled out. You turned around and asked if he said something. “Yeah, I just wanted to say that Imsorry.” You fully turned towards him and tilted your head in confusion. 

“I’m not following.”

Fuck this is harder than it looks. The blindfold-wearing sorcerer scratched the back of his neck and continued, “I’m sorry for calling you a toy.” Your eyes widened in realization. 

“It’s fine. Don’t worr—“

“No,” he interrupted you, “It’s not fine. Because you’re right, I’m also a pawn. I just… I just like to pretend that I had a choice in the matter.” Gojo turned his head downwards. I’m never doing this again.

Before Gojo could self-deprecate, you leaned into him despite not being able to touch him. He looked up. His mouth ran dry when you shot him a comforting smile. It’s like the whole world disappeared and all that was left was you and him. He turned off his infinity just to savor this moment more. 

Now touching him, you turned your eyes back to the students, but began to talk. “You know, we all have a choice… even when it feels like we don’t. We just have to be strong enough to take them. And as much as I hate to admit this,” you turned back at him with a smile on your face, “I feel like you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.” 

Gojo took in a deep breath. Before he could respond, Yuji called your name and begged for a couple of special grades. All of the students looked at you with starry eyes.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Yuji.” All of the students deflated.

Seeing an opportunity to teach and to leave this awkward situation, Gojo laid a hand on your shoulder and told you to do it. He moved close to your ear and whispered, "do first-grade instead. I'll guide them." He ran off into the field to join the students.

-- -- --

You let out three first grade curses. Each one with a frightening stature. Although not special grades and Gojo being near the students, you kept a tight hold on the curses. You didn't want to risk any of students getting hurt.

Gojo stayed to the side while the students engaged with the three curses. He was quick to call out corrections or even asking you to pause to step in and teach them a move.

You had to give it to Gojo, he's a decent teacher. A little unorthodox for sure, but he's clearly passionate about these kids.

You couldn't help feel a little sad. It would have been nice to have someone like Gojo when you first started out.

Maybe that's why he does it...

Your gaze moved from the students to Gojo Satoru. You couldn't deny it, he is attractive. His personality was something for sure, but not horrible.

Maybe?

Just maybe?

Word Count: 1337

Previous - Masterlist - Next

Author's Note: I feel like Gojo is kinda OC here but also I don't event think Gege knows how to write Gojo either so I don't care. Next chapter will be Nanami-focused just an fyi

[bimobuddy]

Opposites

Decided to write a short little thing

Sfw tickling

FOP:ANW

Also I'm imagining them as human sized

Lee!Irep, Ler!Peri (little bit of a switch near the end for both of them)

"Get back here!"

"Stay away from me!"

Peri had been chasing after his counterpart for close to ten minutes now. The Dimmadome house was empty with Dale being away on a trip and Dev spending the day with Hazel, giving these two all the space in the world to fly and chase after each other.

Especially since Earth was safe for both of them. Irep couldn't enter Fairy-World, and Peri wouldn't last a day in Anti-Fairy-World.

Irep had been doing everything in his power to make this relaxing day hell for Peri; using magic to bring furniture to life, turning into a snake to coil around him tightly, and worst of all, speaking in brainrot. Safe to say the fairy eventually snapped.

Peri locked onto his target and gave his large butterfly wings extra power in their flapping, catching up and tackling Irep out of the air, who landed with a loud, "OOF!"

The anti turned his head and glared. "You could have broken my wing!"

"But I didn't." Peri smirked, immediately shoving his hands under Irep's leather jacket to scribble at his sides, resulting in the other to slam his arms down and go silent, holding back light giggles.

Oh yeah, opposite self, opposite spots.

He reached back and started to squeeze the back of Irep's knee, causing him to kick his legs frantically and burst out into panicked giggles, immediately trying to crawl away.

"Yeah, I figured it out: opposites. You're done for." Peri teased. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not super ticklish... here~" gentle fingers dug into his lower back and suddenly Irep was spazzing like he was being tazed.

"HAHAHAHA ST-" he cut himself off and tried to kick Peri away instead. So the fairy just sat on the backs of his legs to avoid getting kicked.

"Oh and you know what else I realized, buddy?" Peri teased, reaching up to lightly brush his fingers over his counterpart's pointed ears, earning a scrunch of the shoulders and uncharacteristically bubbly giggles. "Is that I don't care much for being on the receiving end. So that must mean~" "Noho-" "You love it don't you?" "NO!"

The anti-fairy's ears and neck turned a darker shade of blue as he doubled his efforts in 'fighting back,' to try and prove a point.

"Is that why you've been bothering me all day?" Peri asked, slipping his fingers under Irep's chin and getting a scrunched nose, fangs, and bright giggles in return.

Irep snapped at Peri's fingers like he was going to bite them, causing the latter to yank his hand back with a yelp. Now Irep was giggling for a different reason.

Peri narrowed his eyes at the jerk. "Alright then, have it your way. I know exactly where to strike now, since I'm not ticklish there at all."

Before the anti could even react or protest, Peri had unbent and opened his large, leathery bat-like wing and started to softly scritch his fingers into the joints and the delicate webbing between the bones.

Overwhelmed in the best way, Irep couldn't even close his wing, it just tensed up and stayed open while he kicked his legs furiously against the ground and buried his face into the floor, laughing and wheezing up a storm, so much so that even Peri started to laugh.

"Yohou- You sohound like a kettle-" he chuckled, gently pinching the base of his wing, getting the most feral of giggles out of him.

Irep's laughter was wheezy, harsh, and chaotic, but not necessarily unpleasant. Peri didn't mind it.

Though when it started to become all wheeze, Peri let up and moved back to just gently brushing over his ears. He didn't want to kill the guy, no matter how annoying he was.

Irep's wings drooped and practically melted off his back as he was granted a break. He panted through softer, shy giggles as his ears were tickled, occasionally twitching or jerking his head to the side.

"Yoho- You're dehehead.. ahafter thihis." The anti-fairy giggled out despite being a whole puddle on the floor.

"Don't act like you weren't directly asking for it." Peri replied, pulling his hands back completely to let him up. "We're even."

He got up off the giggly man beneath him, assuming he would be too tired to do much else. Though he realized he was mistaken as soon as he was yanked back and wrestled back down to the floor.

"You forget who you're speaking to, Peri. I don't play to get 'even.' I do whatever amuses me."

He vibrated a clawed hand into the fairy's belly and watched with delight as he started to kick his legs, tossing his head back in bright laughter.

[ms-scarletwings]

A Speculative Analysis About Irkens No One Asked For: Part I

Dem green fellas. Them lil guys, they’re an interesting pack of critters, aren’t they?

I used to really fixate on them back in middle and high school, stronger than everyone else seemed to be on the spazz in the dog costume. Jhonen Vasquez’s worldbuilding has always towed a very fine line between nonsensically ridiculous and surprisingly logistical, and this balance is typified in everything we know, and can infer, about these bug-eyed imperialists at the center of everything Invader Zim. So, let’s infer, and take a crack at it since no one’s stopping us anyway- More specifically, some thoughts and ponderings I had about how they “tick” as a fully realized society, not just a sci-fi monster..

A Homeworld Obscured 

Now, to really understand the history and “deal” of any civilization, or any animal, usually you would turn to their environment first to give you some handy clues and context.

Small problem, though: We actually don’t get much in the way of direct, explicit showing or explanations about Irk itself when it comes to the show. This makes some sense, given that the whole of what they do worth showing (and the most notable members of their kind) exists almost entirely off-world. So instead, we mostly find out more about Irk from what Invader Zim does tell us about its natives. As far as confirmed canon goes, we know that Irk’s atmosphere appears red, its surface is entirely and densely urbanized, and it’s long been depicted in starmaps with a set of Saturn-like rings. 

  This last fact is probably the most interesting, because planetary rings are usually something we, in our own little solar system, would only associate with massive, gaseous worlds, not terrestrial ones.  What These rings are made of is really anyone’s guess- could be ancient debris from natural satellites, Water-ice particles, maybe even some form of artificial defense network put into orbit by the Irkens themselves. If they aren’t artificially created, this would suggest that Irk has quite a strong gravitational field- greater than that of any of our neighborhood’s rocky planets. This is the common theory I personally like to subscribe to, because it would also go hand and hand with explaining why the average height of the irken race is so much shorter compared to that of an adult human. It fits neatly into the “why” question for the sort of athletic skill and agility we’ve seen invaders able to demonstrate on Earth, too, for otherwise being of meek physical prowess. It even adds some credible context for why the very achievement of growing to a more substaintial height is both uncommon and associated with extreme survival fitness to them.

A Fun fact that’s about to be relevant: “Rayleigh scattering” is the term given to when light wavelengths become shifted and scattered through an atmosphere medium. Long story short, it’s the reason our sky has color to it during the day. Stay with me on this.

I’ve also seen some people take a go at the red-looking surface, guessing a different gas makeup than the elements on earth responsible for our blue skies. I’m gonna go against the grain here, and actually contest that. I think that Irk’s atmosphere is coincidentally extremely similar to Earth’s. We know well enough that they both have a similar composition of gases breathable to both societies, given that Zim, Skoodge, and Tak all seemed pretty comfortable without some form of assistance on the same dirtball as humanity. Instead, I propose that Irk’s magenta skies are actually the symptom of heavy pollution. Sunsets and sunrises in the real world are known to make the sky appear more reddish-orange, even pink, as is. Usually, Rayleigh scattering has the light From the sun appear bluish in full midday, but during low sun, the rays are coming at an angle making them have to travel farther before reaching us, so you have already stretched light waves getting the same treatment from the air and, well, a higher frequency blue turns down to the lower end of the spectrum, red and yellows.

And wouldn’t you know, air pollution can actually do the same thing. THIS is why there's a scary ass orange haze known to accompany the presence of massive forest fires and volcanic eruptions. Earth’s most polluted cities even experience longer and redder sunsets for the same reason. 

Left: Image of a lilac sky over a Chinese city experiencing heavy smog levels Right: Intense red haze spotted over towns in Indonesia in the wake of rampant rainforest fires

On Earth, Zim stared directly into the midday sun without hesitation, nor concern that it would literally blind him. I think the planet hue and this is plenty enough to guess the likely case that Irk’s surface probably doesn’t get a lot of direct sun on an average day as is, and the sheer amount of unbroken cityscape that covers the homeworld would be the more obvious suspect than just having a more distant star from them. If they overcrowded to the point of their expansion, why build their civilization deeper into the ground, instead of up? Maybe there's actually a good reason or two they don’t raise their young topside.

A Psychology Molded for Domination

As well, I want to chirp about real world space again for a second. So, anyone up to the buzz in geek circles and aware of the math on the matter probably got the memo: humanity is almost matter-of-fact certainly not alone in this sandbox of a universe (or at the very least, we won’t always be alone). Like, about as certainly as we were about Black holes’ existence before we up and observed the real thing. And while it’s probably not going to happen in any of our lifetimes, sci-fi and media generally have been trying to take a crack for years at what the theoretical first contact with an alien civilization is going to look like. 

And I’m gonna go ahead and say it, 

As “cliche” and Hollywood as the conquering little green/grey dudes trope might have become… it’s actually not a wild take after all. The little and green thing, that’s creative liberty, but the part about them being hostile and something we may not actually even WANT to be aware of our existence? That’s an idea that even the smarty pants experts have been fearing the realistic odds of, even including the late Stephen Hawking .

The Evolution of intelligent life is a hard thing to really pin down and predict, given that we literally only have the one example to study. Under the right conditions, what reason would another advanced species NOT have to be equally as expanding, as exploitative of its resources, self-destructively short-sighted, and as supremacist as humans have already demonstrated themselves to be capable of? There is a lot of very interesting literature that suggests BOTH empathy/altruism and or aggression/tribalism to be (at least in the short term) very rewarding characteristics for an intelligent social species to develop.

And that’s the thing about the behavior of the Irken Armada I think has always been fascinating. Their drive to be the biggest definitionally invasive species across the cosmos is framed exactly as irrational, bumbling, and pointless as it deserves to be; however, is it not just the extended conclusion of every empire that has existed here on Earth, if only it had survived long enough to achieve the technology of Irk? And yet, it’s reminiscent, like the rest of their design, to the far from sapient, yet very real world creatures they appear to be most inspired by: hive and colony building arthropods. Whether the next point I'm about to touch on should be seen as a rejection of that resemblance, or further elaboration of it is anyone's to answer.

Transhumanism, or.. Transirkenism, in this case?

Like the specifics of what Irk really looks like and how it realistically works, a bunch about the aliens’ physical biology is left to scattered tidbits to ponder and piece together into a bigger picture. A few of those tidbits are as follows, drip-fed to us over the course of aired and scripted but never released episodes:

+ From the mouth of Vasquez himself, it has been confirmed that Irkens lack any form of reproductive organs. Instead, they rely on industrialized facilities to grow and produce them in a factory sense.

+ Yet curiously, they still demonstrate something akin to sexual dimorphism, or at least the cultural existence of masculine/feminine genders, where females are aesthetically set apart by the presence of curled antennae, eyelashes, and higher voices.

+ Irken lifespans are able to stretch far past that of an average human’s (Zim himself is cited to be around 2 centuries old in earth years).

+ Invader class soldiers have been implanted with surgical upgrades to their eyes.

+ Every Irken is fitted with a PAK that serves a wide array of utility and life-sustaining functions for its owner. These units are physically and neurologically connected into an Irken’s spine from “birth” and contain a cybernetic backup of an individual’s personality, assigned occupational programming, and memories. 

That’s not close to a complete list by any means, but it’s got the gist of what I want to dwell on most, starting with the last bit; because the PAK isn’t done true justice in one statement. It is not an extra addition the way a prosthetic enhancement is, and it is not a tool the way armor and weapons are. It is literally analogous to a vital organ to these aliens, and they are shown to die within 10 minutes of being forcefully detached from their own.

The degree to which Irken bodies and minds rely on this technology, and how seamlessly they are integrated into it, ALONG with their completely artificial life cycle all directly points to the fact that their civilization has advanced into a cyborg-like stage of evolution. It may even be on track to reach a post-organical peak in due time, phasing out more and more of their “vestigial” and feeble meatsuits until they’ve become a true drone army. And that actually begs some huge questions now that we realize we will never know how much of the Irken anatomy was ever originally a natural feature. An Irken’s own brain practically comes secondary to the superior efficiency of the supercomputer on their back, capable of literally holding their own essence and being in the form of code. A code that can preserve the “self” even in the event of meatbody failure, being uploaded post-mortem into the Control Brains’ collective data and repurposed for a future generation of workers. It absolutely would stand to reason that the species has continued this biological self-tampering to other heights- extending their lifespans, incorporating untold amount of mechanical upgrades into their bodies, and maybe even genetically engineering their smeets to be so compatible with this technology.  The control brains themselves are a mesmerizing reflection of this change over time- the result of an evident shift long ago from technology serving them, to them serving the directives of computers. When you really pay attention to the control brains’ role in the series, it comes clear to you who (or what) is really in charge of their society. The Tallest still maintain their symbolic/cultural importance to the Irkens, but outside of their part in spearheading the active intergalactic invasion, they ultimately are figureheads when it comes to actually running the homeworld and ruling the lives of Irk’s inhabitants. If I had to bet money, I would say the Brains may even have the ability to choose and predetermine the next Tallest when a replacement is needed. But what does that make the Tallest? A meaningless title and transformation, chosen arbitrarily by the AI overlords? Well, I don’t think so, actually… but maybe that, and more on the “meaty” morphology of their race is all a tangent fit for another day and post ;)

[creepedverse]

Give us Arthur info dump

Personal Journal (tw for animal death!)

Entry 003, XX/XX/2008

Haaaaaah. Farnbury… What a place! I expected to be shell shocked when I got here, honestly! But, underneath the starry sky… I feel at home. I guess I’m home when I’m in the trees, no matter which direction I find myself! ^^ But, there are some differences compared to New York. For starters, it’s not as cold! I love the cold weather, so I never complained at home, but now in February, I feel overdressed! I also… I made friends!! Two of them!! Can you believe it!? Of course I can believe it, me! They’re both so… just wow!

I was just setting up my camp for the night when I met him! My first ever friend!! (Better late than never!) He seemed startled to see me out there, but I think he relaxed once he realized I wasn’t like a bear or something! (Even though being a bear would be super cool!) He was very quiet, and I started to fill the space by talking! I… I usually find it hard to start conversations, but talking to him came so easy! He just listened, and that was nice. I guess that’s what friends do! Anyways, that’s how we first met! Ever since then, I’ve been running into him here and there! He actually works at the diner I go to for breakfast! He’s probably used to my order by now, since I always get the same thing! (Pancakes, short stack, and coffee) His name is Tommie! And I think that name suits him marvelously! He is very much a Tommie! ^^

I made my second friend just recently! Here I am, braving the wilderness in hopes of solving the mystery surrounding the farnbury entity, but… well… this is taking longer than I thought it would! When I found that cursed picture online, it only took me two weeks to contain the entity! Bam! Done! No more silly dog! But… this entity seems… different. It’s… stronger than most. I have some theories about it, but I’ll detail them in my proper investigation journal. Anyways! Where was I? Right! It’s taking a long time to get to the bottom of this thing! So, I soon found myself almost out of money. And so, that means I needed a job! The only problem is that… well… no one wants to hire a guy living out of a tent! Except for one person! Bonnibel… Bonnie! My beautiful Bonnie! She saved me from total, utter despair!! Heh… okay that’s dramatic! But! She hired me to work at her antique shop! And I’m so proud to say we get along swimmingly! She’s so gentle and kind and doesn’t yell at me if I miscalculate change! Actually, now that I think about it… this is my first proper job! Huh! How epic!!!

Bonnie has a truly beautiful ability. She can see ghosts! What are the odds of her befriending me!? She’s surrounded by the paranormal, and I hope she’ll let me help if anything troublesome bothers her. I have a whole section in my notes dedicated to banishing spirits! I hope she can rely on me… She actually… She told me a ghost follows me. A small hare… hopping wherever I go. I… um…

Well I guess if I’m telling this journal everything, I’ll tell it everything. When I first encountered the farnbury entity, I lost control of myself for a second. The entity seemed to try and get in my head. It completely mixed my thoughts around, I couldn’t make out up or down, left or right. I started freaking out, in the woods, all alone. My tics started going haywire! I couldn’t control my body anymore and I just… spazzed. (I guess my high school peers were spot on with that nickname.) I ended up falling down a steeper-than-average hill. I must’ve hit my head because when I woke up, it was daylight. I was fine again. However… on my way down the hill, I… crushed… a rabbit. I felt so awful! The poor little thing! I started to panic! Luckily, my brother had taught me well, and I managed to calm my breathing (and my tears!) and took care of the rabbit by giving it a small burial. I didn’t really have any tools on hand, so I used what I could to make a little grave. I must’ve looked like I was going to faint when Bonnie told me she saw a hare with me! But, how I’ll choose to interpret it is that the rabbit is looking after me. After all, I think he knows it was an accident (I hope he knows!) Maybe he’s hopping around after me to keep me out of trouble! I’ll choose to look on the bright side!

In all my years, I’ve endured countless jabs and bullying and that one fight before I left high school. I can’t help but admit that I was losing hope I’d ever make actual friends… But… Here in Farnbury, things are different. I made friends. I have friends. And I will do anything to protect them, and any other future friends I might make. I will figure this entity out, nullify it, and invite Tommie and Bonnie to travel the whole country with me when I’m done!!!

[obaewankenope]

Ableist Language and Why It Matters

I've talked about ableism, disability, and ableist language before in the past and thanks to @nencheese for reminding me to write a list for modding purposes, I'm now writing this. 

Lydia Brown has created a Glossary of Ableist Language and even provided alternative terms that can be employed instead of ableist ones. It is not a full compendium of ableist language nor does it provide the history of the terms listed but for an initial starting point for learning to recognise how language can be used and why it matters what words we use, I recommend it.

Here is the link.

I firmly believe that how we use language is one of the most important things to consider, especially online. This is because all words have a history, sometimes short and simple, other times long and complex. Some words we use everyday are innocent, with no murkiness to their origins, whilst others are more shadowed. A hundred years ago using racial slurs was a normal affair (and still is in some places) but nowadays their use is vastly different. The same holds true for queer slurs, misogynistic slurs and, yes, ableist language.

Some words, I imagine, make sense to people when they come across them like "retard" or "spazz", whilst others may be more confusing like "dumb" and "loony". Afterall, how can "loony" be ableist when there is a whole Warners Bros. show literally called The Loony Tunes? But the origins of these words are rooted in ableism and just because they've been used so much that it seems normal to say/use them doesn't mean they are not still ableist.

You might think that some of these words are rather ridiculous to include here but consider the history of "idiot", "moron", and "imbecile" and their use in psychology to describe individuals with IQs lower than 70. Nowadays we use "specific learning difficulty" for this but in the 20th century a "moron" scored between 51 and 70, an "imbecile" between 26 and 51, and an "idiot" 25 or lower. Depending on where you scored, you either were able to do basic things but never able to be very 'useful' except for manual labour, considered to never be able to pass the mental age of six, and/or not even able to provide any use of yourself for even manual labour. Thus the terms were used to determine the worth and usefulness of individuals, so even with their being replaced in the 1970s with degrees by "retardation" (again determining worth, usefulness, and economic value) the history remains that using "idiot", "moron", and "imbecile" to describe yourself or others is playing into the narrative of determining how 'useful' someone is.

We grow up in our societies, our cultures, and with adults informing us of how to act and react. Those adults experienced the same as children and so on, a repeating cycle of generational experiences and knowledge always informed by what came before. Language evolves the same, just like traditions and social mores. So it is no surprise that words used to separate, segregate, exclude and include come into being. Words based in determining worth and value to a community, a culture, a society, are words that become ableist. Because oftentimes a person is valued not for just being a person but rather for what use they are. And thus we have the value of able-bodied and able-minded established and the lack of value of disability and impairment.

Whilst I believe in the reclaiming of words used to dehumanise, other, and oppress, I am cognizant of the fact that ableist language is for more insidious than, for example, queerphobic language because ableist language has a long history of being used to prop up and further other forms of discrimination and exclusion.

Ableist terms are used in regular conversation because it is normalised. Just as racist terms were once normalised. Normativism does not mean something is okay or harmless. 

Many ableist terms tend to centre on intellectual ability or capacity. This is because the value of a person often was equated to how intelligent they were (which was tied into genetic heritage and the concept that poor, ill-bred individuals naturally lacked the intellectual capacity of the 'well-bred' upper classes) and as such utilised to segregate, sterilise and kill those who were not compatible with the norms of society. 

The Nazi's justified the Aktion T4 programme by arguing that disabled individuals were an unworthy waste of resources that were better spent on the productive members of society.

According to the historian Plutarch, it was customary in Sparta to leave disabled babies, more specifically babies with clear physical 'deformities', in exposed locations to die from the elements. Whilst this may have been an exaggeration by Plutarch, other examples exist of similar acts in antiquity.

In Ancient Rome, the Twelve Tables were the foundations of Roman Law. The fourth table centres on the Rights of Familial Heads which included permitting deformed children to be killed and that children born with physical or mental disabilities were to be killed by their father.

Eugenics and forced sterilisation of 'undesirable' individuals has a long history also. From Plato to the modern day, selective breeding, sterilisation and even pressuring prospective mothers to abort if disabilities are found during ultrasounds all play into the conception of an ideal human. 

When we use words that have negative connotations for ourselves and others, we put them and ourselves down. When we call ourselves stupid, we play into a narrative where the worth of a person lies in how intelligent they are (how useful to society and the capitalist economy because lacking any ability or skills meant you were of no use to the capitalist system) we are using terms that mark us as lesser. 

Regardless of whether it is true, that is what using these terms does. Because, unlike queer terms and racial terms, ableist terms have been the base of near enough all forms of discrimination and exclusion. Queer individuals are "mentally ill" and therefore dangers. Non-white individuals are "intellectually inferior" because of their "smaller brains" and therefore are happy to be slaves. Women who wanted the right to vote, to work, to have freedom, were diagnosed with "hysteria". Of course, this doesn't mean that the history of racism and queerphobia and sexism and misogyny are somehow lesser than ableist history, because they're not. That ableism and disability are part of these forms of discrimination merely reinforces the fact that it matters what words you use and when. 

This is why ableism and ableist terms are such an issue and why it matters when and how they are used. The history of oppression lies in these words that are so normal for people to use they don't realise they are advocating a system that separates and segegrates people based on their physical and mental ability to be useful to a capitalist system. 

[giggly-squiggily]

Weeee requestsssss is it okay if i request lee chifuyu and ler baji??

Oops this started out as a tickle fic and turned into a ship akjrkejakrjajke I gotcha, anon! Ahh, I love them so much!!! Lee!Chifuyu is so freaking cute (really- I just love Chifuyu) I hop you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@myreygn, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13,

Baji was in a mood.

It wasn’t often he felt them- these sudden urges to cause mayhem amongst his friends. Perhaps it was the full moon? Maybe the planets were aligned? He didn’t know what it was, and usually didn’t question it.

What mattered was only one thing.

He was gonna get Chifuyu today.

~~~

“Peke-J, you got to move, I’m hungry.” Chifuyu looked down at the black cat sleeping peacefully in his lap, shoulders slumping his shoulders once he realized he was stuck. “Come on- can’t you let me up so I can get a snack? I’ll be right back.”

The cat only continued to purr, far too comfortable to acknowledge his owner’s current predicament.

“Eh…fine.” Defeated, Chifuyu pulled out his phone, texting Takemichi with his side quest for food. He’d pay him back once he got there.

Before he could even send it however, tragedy struck.

“GOTCHA!” Baji roared from behind, vaulting over the couch as he wrapped his arms around Chifuyu’s shoulders, sending them both tumbling sideways into the cushions. Peke-J; now awake and mildly irritated by his parent’s antics, stretched before wandering off.

“B-Baji! You ass, Peke-J was cuddling with me!” Chifuyu squirmed as Baji turned him on his back, easily grabbing his wrist when the blonde tried to punch him. “Get off!”

“No way.” Baji grinned a wolfish smile, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back. “Chifuyu…you know what I’m gonna do to you?”

“Feed me?” Chifuyu asked, even when he felt Baji’s hand slip under his hoodie, pushing it up. Giggles were already climbing up his throat, and he flattened his lips to keep them there. “B-Bahahaji, please!”

“I’ll feed you later. For now, I’m gonna…TICKLE YOU!” Baji roared, sending both hands into Chifuyu’s bare stomach, ten fingers flying over the warm skin. Chifuyu shrieked, his body full spasming as bright, unobtainable laughter spilled past his lips. “Aww, look at you! I’ve barely touched you and you’re laughing like a baby! Does it tickle that bad?”

“Bahhahahhahahhaji, yohohohohohohu shihihihihihihihihithehhahhahhahahd!” Chifuyu squealed out, his hands trying in vain to tug down his hoodie and protect his belly. Baji only laughed, one hand keeping it up while the other carried on tracing random shapes and patterns against that awful soft spot towards his lower stomach. “Sthahahhahap ihiihihihit, you bihiihhiiihihiihtch!”

“Oo, someone’s got a potty mouth today! Are you hangry, Chifuyu? Do you want a snack?” Baji cooed, eyes glinting as he leaned down. “I got a good one right here…”

“Bahahhaji? Bahhhahaji, wahhaHAHHHAHAHHAHAIT!” Chifuyu all but screamed when Baji’s mouth pressed into his belly, blowing a massive raspberry against the center of his belly. Abandoning the hem of his hoodie, he tugged at Baji’s hair, trying to pull him off. “GEEHEHEHEHT! GEHEHEHHEHEHT BAHAHAHCK, YOU DOOHOHOHUCHE!”

“What? You said you were hungry- I’m just giving you raspberries!” Baji laughed against his stomach, bringing his hands back into the fray to taze Chifuyu’s sides, making him spazz about and shriek. “So mean today- you must be seriously hangry.” Baji winked before blowing another loud raspberry before sitting up, his hands working another bad spot beneath his lower ribs. “Okay, you don’t like fruit. How about short ribs?”

“GEHAHHAHAHA, BAHHAHAHHAJI PLEHAHAHHAHASE!” Chifuyu was a mess of laughter, face bright red and eyes squeezed shut. His hands blindly grabbed Baji's, managing to loop around his wrists, but nothing else. Every squeeze and poke zapped his strength, like he was halfway between falling asleep and staying awake. “COHOOOHOHME OHOHOHOHON-WAHAHHAHAIT!”

Baji did, to Chifuyu’s surprise, letting the blonde gasp for hair. His hands remained on Chifuyu’s lower ribs, tapping gently but not pressing in, still making him giggle. When he was no longer panting, Baji smiled. “Better?”

“Yeah-AH! Ahehahahahhahaha, oh yohoohoohohu jehehehehherk!” Chifuyu jumped when the hands at his ribs resumed their game, making him fall back into the couch. “Bahhahahahahaji!”

“Hmm…so it’s a no to fruit, and a no to short ribs..oh- you know what I recently heard about?” Baji grinned, his hand sweeping up to Chifuyu’s collar. “How about neck bones?”

“GAH!” Chifuyu squeaked, his laugh going silent as he curled into himself, feet kicking and shoulders up to his chin, hands balled into fists and tight against his chest. “BAHAHAJI!” He cried, the sound barely about a whispered squeak.

“Hehe, okay- I’m done for real now.” Baji pulled his hands back, watching Chifuyu collapse against the cushions, breathless and panting. “Wow, you’re so-”

Just then, the front door opened.

“Chifuyu? Hey- I got your text.” Takemichi walked in, a convenient store bag in hand. “They weren’t selling Pork Buns unfortunately, so I got you some Onigiri-” He froze when he saw the pair, eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Admittedly- it was quite the sight. Chifuyu- red faced and breathless- lying against the couch; his hoodie pushed up all the way up his chest. Baji, who was sitting on him, hands against his belly and halfway leaning down over said blonde. Both their faces were wide eyed in shock, not expecting Takemichi to arrive.

Guess the text went through after all.

“Eh…right- I’ll um…I’ll leave this here.” Takemichi put the bag on the table, avoiding eye contact. His ears were bright red as he made his way back to the door. “You can pay me back later. Bye guys…and erm, congratulations.” He shut the door quietly on his way out.

Silence. Chifuyu felt like his face could melt. Baji looked unreadable.

“Well, shit. Takemitchy thinks we’re gay.” Baji declared.

“Oh god.” Chifuyu covered his face with his sleeves, dread curling in his belly. “Oh my god, oh my god he’s gonna tell everyone.”

“He probably will.”

“They’ll think we’re gay!”

“They probably already do.”

“What do we do?”

“Make it a reality?”

Chifuyu froze, peeking through his fingers. Through his shock and embarrassment, he felt his heartbeat race. “H-Huh?”

Baji looked at him patiently, his expression easy. “I said what I said. Let’s make it a reality.” He smirked, waggling his eyebrows. “I’m down if you are.”

“Are you…confessing?” Chifuyu asked.

“Maybe I am.” Baji reached out, tugging his hands away from his face with effortless motions. “Maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I’ve met you. Maybe I’ve been wanting to make this thing official since you told me we’d co-parent Peke-J.” He let his hands slide up until they were holding Chifuyu’s. It was then did the blonde realize he was nervous. He could feel his pulse and how hard Baji’s heart was beating. “Whatcha gonna say about that?”

“I…” Chifuyu blinked, his heart rattling in his chest. Was this really happening? Taking a breath, he raised his chin. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I just did.” Baji replied.

“No. No maybes. Say it with your full chest.” He needed to know it was real.

Baji laughed softly, a slight tremor in the sound. “Fair enough…Chifuyu, I like you. Alot.” Baji looked him in the eyes- only genuine honesty could be found within. “I’ve liked you since we first met, and I’ve liked you since after. I can’t say when it was exactly that I…caught feelings.” Baji blushed- a rare sight. “But I mean it when I say it. I want to make this real. So…what do you say?”

Chifuyu felt his eyes mist up, and he flattened his lips to fight back the tears. “I say…I’m really happy right now.” He breathed, making Baji suck in a short breath. “I’m so happy, cause I feel the same way.”

The way his expression lit up, like Chifuyu was some sort of sacred treasure Baji had been looking for all his life- Chifuyu took that expression and tucked it deep within his chest, letting it warm him from within. “Hey…can I kiss you?” He whispered, and Chifuyu nodded, mouthing an equally soft “Yes.”

Baji leaned in and-

“Meow…” Peke-J leaped up just before their lip connected, squeezing himself between them and getting comfy on Chifuyu's chest. Baji shot back, spitting out cat hair. 

“You freaking cock-blocker of a cat-” Baji began, stopping when Chifuyu laughed.

“Pfft-ahehahhahaha! Dihiihd you just cahhahall him thahahhat?” He wheezed, the sound melting away any irritation Baji may have had for the animal and replacing it with bubbly mirth of his own. He broke out into soft chuckles, the sound growing the harder Chifuyu laughed.

“I did! Look at him- he knows what he did too!” Baji pointed, Peke-J peering up at him rather pleased. Chifuyu hooted, fanning his face.

“Gohohohod- oh god, my behehhelly!” He cried, shaking his head as his giggles died down to a soft titter. “Oh yeah…I forgot I was hungry.”

“I’ll grab one of the snacks.” Baji stood, not before walking around the couch, leaning down so he was leveled with Chifuyu. Leaning in, he pressed a quick peck to his smiling lips, finally getting his kiss. “Stay here.”

Chifuyu reached up to touch his tingling lips, watching Baji as he gathered Takemitchi’s gift.

He could get used to this.

Thanks for reading!

[undercoverpan]

Interstellar project launch, HRI and RDA agreement.

"Hello, I'm Helena Andromeda, and I'm the CEO of the Human Relocation Initiative. I'm coming to you today, to announce an interstellar project."

A young woman stands alone in a white room. She's dressed in a deep blue suit, one with soft shoulders complimented by carefully chosen off-white cufflinks. She's got golden locks of hair hanging around her shoulders in curls, paired with sky blue eyes. She's got a friendly smile on her face as she turns to her side, the camera panning over to reveal Parker from the RDA.

"My good friend Parker, acting CEO of the RDA, and I have come together to announce several projects. The HRI has decided to join the mission to Pandora in order to officially start civilisations there. We start this project with a joint effort to rebuild a stronghold on Pandora, and our own project: New Eden."

Parker nods as she speaks. He's dressed in a deep red suit, hair brushed and gelled to frame his face better.

"Thank you, miss Helena. We're announcing the official re-launch of our space mission to Pandora, re-instating our military outpost and starting construction of the new city, Star city. With the construction of this city, we hope to cement our place on Pandora, and to send a message to the hostiles."

They both step aside, the camera following Helena. She walks a short distance until she's greeted by another figure. This one stands taller than her, dressed in a white lab coat and black pants, with a dark blue turtleneck. She's got curly black hair held back by a white band. Her face is littered with freckles, two brown eyes, a nose and lips. She smiles with this almost frazzled sense of nervousness emitting from her.

"This is one of our first students and head researchers, Miranda Katarina. Miranda, tell us about your research!"

She nods.

"My research details the—" the screen glitches, distorting the video and audio, "--, this would help current humans to enforce—" It spazzes out, "---without triggering the planet's immune system."

"That sounds amazing, Miranda. And if that sounds wonderful to you, sign up for any one of the proje--projects!'

The sounds glitches, her mouth moving but not making any noise. Spider clicks off the video, erasing "Miranda research" from the search bar. He places the soaked tablet in a pot of uncooked rice, huffing. He should just man up and ask her himself.

But something about how she hides things, about the long scratches along her chest, about that crazed, almost angry look she gives to the headmistress when they argue under the guise of privacy.

Something is terribly wrong here. She's terribly wrong. And she's sleeping less than 5 feet from him.

____

Hi hi!!! Being ominous abt my new fic even tho i have like 5 tests coming up

Miranda seems spooky in this but she's actually v v v nice i promise <333

[kittenbabe00]

Until the End of Time

Wonho x Black Plus Size Fem

~ 'Cause if your love was all I had in this life

That would be enough until the end of time~

You realize that through the good and the bad times, you just want him all of him… So he gives you just that.

******************

Y/N POV

“I’m sick of this every time I look around there’s an article of you and some girl saying you’re cheating like why won’t you let the world know about us?!” You ask tears swelling up in my eyes

“Baby, Y/N please don’t cry you know I hate it when you cry.” Wonho pleads, but I refuse to hear anymore of his lies

“No I’m done believing your lies.” You say walking away going into our shared bedroom I snatch my suitcase and threw it on the bed and began to hazardously throw my things into it

“Y/N will you at least hear me out?!” Wonho asks agitation lace in his voice as he watches me throw my items into the suitcase

“No I’m done hearing you out, I’m done trying to understand… I’m done.” You say wiping the tears that fell

“I’m not letting you leave me Y/N.” Wonho says in a dangerous tone of voice

“And who’s gonna make me stay? Certainly not your Bob the Builder back body built ass.” You spazz

“Oh so thats the route you wanna take huh? Talking shit when you could be sucking my fucking dick.” Wonho says stepping agonizingly slow towards me

You could feel your pussy drooling in your lose basketball shorts

“I think the fuck not you trick ass bi-“ You was cut off with a hand around my throat

“You wanna finish that sentence?” Wonho asks using his other to feel on my nude skin underneath my clothes

He shoves his hand in your shorts finding your throbbing clit he rubs small circles around making you close your thighs around his arm

“Yeah talk that shit now Y/N call me a bitch now.” Wonho says toying with your sensitive nub

“B-Bitch!” You called out and he picks up speed making you squeal at his pleasurable assault on your pussy

“You’re gonna cum right fucking now for me.” Wonho says he licks the outer part of me ear

“No- I’M CUMMING!!!” You cry out your body reacting as you cum hard on his slender fingers

He gently pulls his fingers out of your shorts and holds them up for me to see

“See how wet you are?” Wonho asks before slowly sticking his fingers in his mouth moaning at my taste

“I’m still gonna leave you!” You shout not wanting him to think he won just be making me cum on his skillful fingers

“If you leave after this then I won’t stop you, but I doubt it.” Wonho says with a smug as he begins stripping down

His cock sitting proudly against his toned stomach as precum protrudes from his pink mushroom shape tip

Y’all begin to physically brawl as he tries to remove my clothes

“Be still girl damn.” Wonho says annoyance in his voice

“Fuck you with your lying ass!!” You shout before he manhandles you and throws you on the bed yanking your shorts down and tossing them somewhere in the room to be forgotten

“Finally let me see that beautiful pussy, it’s all mine right?” Wonho asks breathlessly as he rubs his tip teasingly up and down your drench folds

“Fuck you!!” You spat trying to fight him to no avail

“Oh you will baby you will.” Wonho says as you felt him pushing into your slick opening, before filling you all the way to the hilt

“Fuck you’re so tight!” Wonho moans your pussy instinctively clenches and unclenches around him

“Damn.” He says before pulling all the way out and thrusting himself all the way again

“OH FUCK!!” You cry your body acting on its own accord as he fills you up the ridges of his cock brushing against spots that haven’t been touched in a while

“Fuck bae you feel so fucking good I want you to cum for daddy.” Wonho whispers in your ear moving his hips faster

You could hear your wetness echoing throughout the room, his thumb landing on your engorged clit rubbing on it

“Sh-Shit!!” You curse you could feel yourself teetering close to the edge again as he deep strokes you

“Yeah baby I can feel your pussy tightening up that’s a good girl cum for me cum for daddy.” Wonho moans picking up on his thrusts your breasts bounce through the shirt your harden nipples could be seen through the fabric

“Fuck baby, Y/N I’m cumming baby cum with me please.” Wonho pleads his hip moving quickly as your juices coat his dick

“AHH!!” You wail out your back arches off the bed as your body succumbs to the earth shattering orgasm

“Yes baby yes keep cumming me fuck baby keep cumming for me!!” Wonho breathing hitches his thumb moving sloppily over your already sensitive clit

“N-No more.” You beg the pleasure becoming too much that it almost hurts

“Say you won’t leave me Y/N say it right now!” Wonho demands fucking himself into you and sending you over the edge with another impending orgasm

“CUMMING I’M CUMMING!!!” You scream your hands gripping the sheets as you try to close your legs from how overwhelmed your body has become

“Fuck baby I’m cumming too fuckkk!!!” Wonho drags out as he cum inside you painting the inside of your walls with his semen

He settles down and rolls off you as you both gasp for air

“Please don’t leave me Y/N please I’ll make it right.” Wonho pleads pulling your body close as he strips you of your shirt so you can both be fully naked together

“One more chance.” Is all you say before allowing sleep to takeover.

[nopenototdaysatan]

I've stated before that I like four just because he' s a cool character in general not thinking I have any personal connection to him......I found it.

I was thinking about how I just wanna spazz about my love for four as a character and then got thinking about my lalafell character in FFXIV and had an epiphany. So, I have a very hard time sticking to a design when creating a character if I can change them I will. But I have had my lalafell for almost a year and a half now and am still satisfied with him. Why?

I am motherfucking Short. And have a baby face that makes everyone think I'm 10 years younger than my actual age. I am in my thirties being treated like a teenager and it is infuriating. And you know who can sympathize with my plight. Four. (And my lalafell by players)

It is the most infuriating aspect in my life and I swear if I hear one more "well you'll appreciate it when you're older" comment I'm gonna implode.

TLDR: I'm short. That's why. Fuck you V, I know you're thinking of how short I am compared to you./Teasingly

[beautifulpersonpeach]

been lurking on your blog for a while and i find your new jeans write ups interesting. it's like the cookie song doesn't bother you so you're okay with it?

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Hi Anon,

Story Time

Some years back, I moved to the US for work. I'd learned English at a young age, lived and worked with English-speakers and thought myself to be very fluent. Anyway, one day I had a business proposal put in front of my desk. I won't explain what exactly the product was, but the long and short of it is that at some point during the brainstorming session, "two girls one xyz" became the catchiest, most fitting tagline. My team had a good mix of old and young people who came from diverse backgrounds. We could all speak English and considered ourselves well versed in slang, but nobody in the team caught the reference until 2 weeks before launch, when in one of the campaigns, it sounded like "two girls one cup".

Now, for anyone who doesn't know what that phrase is, don't bother googling it. The gist is, I quickly learned that in America, you never say "two girls one cup". At least not in public. Everywhere else, this line doesn't mean anything, but in America and certain online communities, it means everything. By the time we found out, it was too late to revamp the campaign to change it, so we instead tweaked it to become a bit quirkier so those who caught the reference won't be totally put off by it. And overall the project was a success and caught on well in Germany, Poland and the UK, but if we didn't catch that reference in time, the campaign would've been a disaster. The way we caught the reference was someone outside the team, a local American, who immediately flagged it the minute he saw it in our outlook report. All of us fluent English-speakers had some vague idea of the various ways the campaign would look and sound, but nobody attached the meaning of "two girls one cup" to it.

And so, maybe that's why I buy the explanation offered by Ador. I can very easily see how an English professor at a Korean university, a couple of Scandinavian songwriters, and one Korean DJ, wouldn't know a Eurocentric slang interpretation of an innocuous English word. Because I myself, the first time I heard Cookie, didn't get any sexual undertones or innuendos. The song honestly just seemed cute to me… the puns in Korean were cute. Also, “taste it, smell it, bake it…” for Korean sweets and desserts, all that isn't odd to say. I mean, people here plan their whole days around trying out a new café and savouring a new sweet on the menu like it's a life-changing experience. It's fun and cute to attach that level of attention and importance to your sweets. The connection with CDs was obvious at first glance too (the CDs are huge in the MV so it's hard to miss), and given what I would call the ‘café culture’ in Korea, the play on words in Cookie seemed honest to God adorable, and a lot of my Korean friends and family (the few who listen to k-pop) felt the same. It probably sounds like I'm reaching here but overall I didn't think this was a big deal anyway.

International k-pop stans felt differently, but k-pop stans in general are easy to rile up, and even if Ador indeed had some ulterior motive, either way I don't really care.

I don't care for the same reason I don't care that Beyonce used the 'spazz' slang in her song, for the same reason I don't care Chaeyoung from Twice went around the US in a Q-Anon/nazi t-shirt, for the same reason I don't care about XG saying they've got 'opps', for the same reason I don't care that Mamamoo/Shinee have done black/brownface and never apologized for it, for the same reason I don't care that Florence Welch is apparently a Satanist, for the same reason I don't care Bang PD is likely fucking someone half his age...

And so on.

It's not because I don't understand the implications of all these issues, but the standard applied in stan twt for what is considered 'problematic' and 'cancellable' doesn't impact how I feel about music and the artists. I decide all that for myself.

And I like Cookie and NewJeans.

[ecargmura]

The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses Episode 7 Review: It's Me, Mie

I now just realized that the manga, the original source, has short chapters, which is why there are three different segments into one episode. It’s been like that since the start of this show, so why did I just realize this until now?

The first part of the episode has Komura and Mie drawing each other for an art class. The segment was cute, especially with the way Mie drew Komura. It makes me wonder if that’s how she sees him, round and smiley. I’m surprised she can draw that well without her glasses because if I drew without my glasses, my drawing would come out like how I draw with my left hand. It’s too bad that we don’t see Komura’s drawing of Mie.

The second part of this episode has Mie in the restroom. Someya talks to her and she gets up all close to her face and compliments her long eyelashes and nice skin. Mie gets shy over this and realizes that she had done similar things to Komura and tries to resist getting too close up now that she got a taste of her own medicine. I actually like this part. Maybe because it doesn’t focus too much on Komura and that it’s mainly Mie-focused that her thoughts on the matter is shown and how she feels about it. It makes me wonder if she will stop getting too close to his face to look at him now.

The third part was the longest with it being about Komura taking Mie’s glasses home for the weekend and him spazzing over it. No, he doesn’t do anything naughty. He just gets nervous because it feels as if Mie is looking at him in his room. This entire segment is just him fretting over her glasses. You can tell this dude is massively in love with Mie with the way he keeps conjuring up Mie staring at him. He even cleaned her glasses! Mie, on the other hand, had backup glasses and didn’t tell Komura this. Instead, she’s worried about her glasses having fingerprints. Fortunately for her, Komura cleans the glasses. This is like the weirdest segment in the episode because it’s just glasses but Komura is just super in love with Mie that he’s overreacting a lot. Like what his mom said, it must be puberty. I think the way the voice actress goes “It’s me, Mie” was super cute in delivery.

The fourth segment has Mie with bed head and is becoming conscious of it. She fusses over it and then asks Komura’s opinion. If he says she looks fine, then she will stop fretting over it. It’s nice to see Mie becoming conscious of Komura as her feelings grow. To be honest, Mie looks cute with bedhead!

I’m not sure if the shoulder massage segment is in the same timeframe as the bedhead segment, but it’s nice to see that Mie wants to do something nice for Komura and that she finally figures out something she can do for him to repay his kindness. Though, the way the shoulder massage was animated felt weak. If he wanted a good shoulder massage, the animators should’ve animated it with a bit more force. However, I understand Mie massaging his shoulders; I also like massaging people’s shoulders too! At my previous workplace, I tend to give shoulder massages to my coworkers and they said that it felt nice and that I’ve got a good grip for massages. Also, poor Komura getting shoulder pain at 14-15 years of age. 

The last segment has Mie with her glasses, a rare sight. She catches another rare sight: Komura sleeping in the classroom. She takes the opportunity to watch over him and then take a good look at him. She grabs his hand and entwines hers with his. Note that she’s actually enjoying this as she’s smiling. It’s apparent that her feelings for Komura are mutual, but she’s too air headed to realize that she’s in love with him. I think the most awkward thing ever was when the camera pans to Komura awake and blushing. Gosh, I’d be super embarrassed if I did what Mie did and my crush caught me in 4k. Regardless, I think this was the cutest thing ever! The fact that Mie wanted to get a closer look at Komura and caresses his fingers shows how special he is becoming to her. This was my favorite part, honestly!

What I like about this show is that the romantic progression between the two leads never take a step back and always takes a step forward. I don’t know when these two will confess, but it better not take the entire show to do so because, sometimes, that’s the case for a lot of romance animes. I did read that the manga already ended, so will they adapt the rest of the manga or will they just get to a stopping point and make fans buy the manga to see what happens next? What do you think will happen with our leads?

[adultswim2021]

Moral Orel #16: “God's Blunders” | December 18, 2006 – 12:15AM | S02E06

God’s Blunders begins in Orel’s science class, which only occurs once per month and is taught by Reverend Putty. You can imagine what kind of lessons they are teaching, they are basically outright lies to prop up Moralton’s unshakable belief in Christianity (which is sorta the show’s whole deal, if you haven’t been paying attention). Tommy, Orel’s classmate, is scientifically-minded and confused by Putty’s lessons. This leads to Orel becoming his “brain buddy” to make sure he doesn’t “spazz out” in class. Tommy is also played in “Special Retarded Education”, where he meets other kids of his ilk who call themselves “religiously retarded”. When the teacher leaves the room for one of her many breaks, they swarm their secret stash of science books (I also spotted a Karl Marx book, which I’ve also pretended to read). 

The episode gets its title from Orel’s father, who explains that God makes two kinds of mistakes: miracles, which reinforce faith, and blunder, which test that faith. It’s a give and take that can be summed up by one of the many “lost commandments” we see on the show: “The lord works in mysterious ways”. “How is that a commandment?” Orel asks, before being shushed so his father can drink some more. 

The episode doesn’t have that much in the way of a big explosive ending: Orel puts a stop to some bullying being done by the “normal” kids on the “retarded” kids by giving a rousing speech. “He means well” one of the religiously retarded kids comments while inspiring music swells and we freeze frame on Orel’s face. 

Okay, I said the ending wasn’t “explosive”, but it’s still wonderful, and this episode is exceptionally funny and well-written. Your mileage may vary if you can’t stomach a certain ableist slur that I used about four or five times earlier in my write-up. But the satire in this one feels especially potent and I would even go as far as to say that this is a great introductory episode to the series. I’m a little surprised by this, because I didn’t really have any fond memories of this one. I should have! 

I could spoil a bunch of funny jokes in this, but I would rather not. I will highlight the scene where Orel is playing with his Super God action figure. Super God is regular God’s superhero alter-ego, and he can create a rock so heavy that regular god can’t lift it. That’s so fucking great. Here’s something I have to admit: I did NOT know that the whole “if god can create anything then could he create a rock so heavy that even he couldn’t lift it?” thing originated from George Carlin. I never really formally listened to his albums until very late in life, and I thought that concept originated from some ancient thought experiment, like if a tree falls in the woods. 

Okay, one more: There is also the scene toward the end where the normal kids are bullying the re-re’s (short for religiously retarded of course) for not understanding the bible, while quoting passages from it that show that they are being absolute hypocrites. Great joke. Great episode!

[the-firebird69]

It does have significant meaning that it was on the Titanic and it's bronze and it's outside of it and in the sand and underwater and people are pointing out and it's bizarre it does look a little bit like Mars as well and they're checking that out it's an odd thing to mention and someone's having it done apparently it'll be a part of this but we're part of it is but I guess we're part of it and another stupid thing I might be about this size not that big about 13 ft or so it's not really me and he's kind of saying it it's nice and sweet talk nights in White satin and she's of Versailles and I do see what you're saying they're saying it's the French and they're really talking about the pseudo empire but they're talking out of turn cuz they're stupid

Camilla

This is not third grader kindergarten there kid I just slow down a little bit but you really want me involved go ahead smart ass you got something to s*** and you did this for years and you say oh okay and stuff doesn't do s*** I mean you guys are losers you really like you're in a gas station and you're the short little s**** laughing off the biker game comes in and start mouthing off and they take your money and they gas up and leave that's what you are I need you to just be quiet you're bothering me it causing yourself harm you are causing yourself harm you can spazz out all you want his clothes are here for you just for you they're here to help you out take care of the grocery store teaching how to operate a carriage

Zues Hera

You people are so God damn annoying I'm surprised you survived it I can't stand being here for a minute you're so f****** nitpicky but you're shopping carts and getting in the way and you're going the way of him every f****** day every time you're such stupid little turds we're going to kill all of you

The clones

Can't stand your goddamn commercial about Publix either you f****** b****** artists and so gosh start dumb

Tommy f

We hate you too we wandering around here and bothering us and anybody else in there you're so stupid you can't even shop for food you're so gosh that are dumb and you keep it important so you're dead I can't stand the s*** anymore you're so f****** stupid

Mac daddy don't say it's them and it's them and it's us cuz they're out there too you pieces of s*** you God damn f****** morons you're worn them the whole time you God damn idiots I got to rip you apart your f****** morons there's nothing else to say but swear you stupid s*** you f****** dead piece of s***

Olympus