#i still don't know what else to tag this shit???

[daryltwdixon]

Could you write some Joel Miller filth about period sex? I doubt that Joel would be like these stupid men that are repulsed by some period blood. I think he'd even like the mess to be honest. It's okay if you don't feel like writing it, it's just that I am on my period and I'm so fucking horny and sensitive and I just wish Joel would fuck me senseless.

Joel Miller x Reader Mess and All

Summary: Joel isn’t the kind of man to be scared off easily. And most definitely not by a little bit of blood. smut MDNI 18+

I never know how to tag these things: pinv, daddy kink, period sex, light fingering, dirty talk

a/n: hope I'm not getting this to you too late! Enjoy this smutty period sex, ya filthy animal. Joel is all about aftercare too, the gentleman he is, so we did get a bit of fluff at the end.

Joel’s hands were everywhere, gripping at your hips, sliding up your back, pulling you deeper into him as his mouth devoured yours, hot and insistent.

The room was dark, the sheets warm beneath your naked bodies, the heat of him pressing firm against you. His weight always grounded you, it made you feel wanted, crave— needed by this man.

Your breath hitched as he slid a rough palm down your thigh, hitching it up higher over his waist, pressing the full length of himself against you. You whimpered, arching into him, your body thrumming with need, too sensitive, too desperate for more.

“Wait, shit,” you exhaled, palm flattening against his chest as you gently pushed him back.

The sound of your lips parting, the wet smack of spit and heat between you did nothing to dull the flush of arousal still burning through you.

Joel froze, blinking down at you, pupils still blown wide, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. His hands left your body with what looked like great willpower.

“I’m on my period,” you groaned, frustration evident in your voice.

Joel made a ‘pfft’, shaking his head, already reaching for you again, his hands kneading your skin as his lips reached for your face, your lips—

But before he could close the space, you stiffened your hand against his chest, pressing firm.

“No, it’s gross—”

Joel’s eyes flickered, his expression shifting into something unreadable. His hands stopped, pausing their heavenly touches.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice low, searching, serious.

Your lips parted, breath pausing. No. God, no, you didn’t want him to stop. Every fiber of your body was screaming for him, every nerve alive, every inch of you aching for more.

But men never wanted this. They got squeamish, annoyed, turned off. You knew how this conversation always went. It always ended the same: you, needy, unsatisfied, and very much alone in bed with your vibrator.

Your teeth pressed into your bottom lip, uncertainty warring with desire. “No,” you admitted quietly, a pout tugging at your lips as you watched Joel’s expression.

His breath was warm, the scent of musk and pine and something deeply masculine filling the space between you. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark, unreadable—until they dipped lower, down to where your thighs pressed tightly together, like you were trying to hold back the need pulsing between them.

Joel exhaled slowly. His hands, gentle as ever, reached for you again.

One slid to your jaw, tilting your face up, his thumb brushing slow and deliberate along your cheek. The other trailed down, over your stomach, pressing firm over your hip.

“Then why you stoppin’ me, baby?” he murmured, his voice so deep, so rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed, but your body betrayed you, your hips shifting instinctively toward him, seeking more.

“Because…” you hesitated, cheeks flushing, voice small. “Men don’t… like it.”

Joel huffed, a low, almost amused sound. “That so?”

You nodded, eyes searching his, testing him.

Joel’s grip on your hip tightened, the heat of his palm searing through you, “Good thing I ain’t other men,” he murmured. Then, before you could say anything else, he kissed you, deep and slow, his lips parting yours like he wanted to consume you. You melted into him, moaning softly as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, gripping, kneading, spreading.

“Joel—”

“Feel that?” he muttered against your lips, his fingers tracing up and down so slowly as they reached your already wet slick, “Feel how bad she wants me?”

You whimpered, your hands flying to grip at him, anywhere they could gain purchase–his thighs, his forearms, anywhere.

“You really think I give a shit about a little mess?” Joel growled, pressing his teeth into your neck kissing and sucking at the flesh there now pebbled with goosebumps. His cock throbbed against your hip, heavy and hard, his fingers still working tight, lazy circles against your clit, keeping you squirming beneath him.

“Wanna make you feel good, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your throat, along the bone of your clavicle. “You gonna let me?”

You nodded, gasping as his fingers dragged down, the obscene noise of your arousal filling the space. Joel’s breath shuddered as he pulled back just enough to look.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked, his fingers sliding through your slick folds, until they began teasing your aching clit. A broken moan tore from your lips, your body pulsing, needy.

“Aw hunny, she’s soaked,” Joel teased, his thumb circling your clit, taunting. “All that for me?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, nails digging into his arms, “Yes, Joel,”

Joel smirked, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your leg as he pulled it over his shoulder, “Then let me make a mess of you, sweetheart.”

And with that, he pinched your clit, circling faster and faster as he held your body as you bucked beneath him. His fingers worked you into dizzy oblivion, steady and rampant, his mouth hot against your skin, his breath thick with restraint.

You gasped, reality cutting through the haze of pleasure as you felt him near your entrance. “Wait, wait—”

Joel froze, his fingers stilling, his lips pausing mid-kiss against your calf.

Your head spun, your thighs trembling, the ache still heavy in your core. You swallowed hard. “I need to—” You exhaled shakily, shifting against him. “I have to take out my tampon.”

Joel blinked at you, dazed, like it took him a second to even process the words through the fog of want that had settled between you. Then, after a beat, he exhaled through his nose, slow and measured, reluctantly pulling his fingers from you, sitting back on his heels and releasing your leg.

His hands flexed, his jaw tight, his whole body radiating pure restraint.

“Alright,” he muttered, the look on his face like a toddler being told to wait for his favorite dessert, before nodding toward the bathroom. “Go on, then.”

You pushed off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, your whole body throbbing as you shut the door behind you. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the tampon, your pulse still racing, your mind clouded with the image of Joel waiting in bed, wrecked, ready to tear into you the second you walked back out.

You tossed the tampon, taking a slow, steadying breath as you grabbed a washcloth, running it under warm water, wiping between your thighs.

But then, as you turned and opened the door, you were greeted by the most marvelous, beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. Joel stood there, bare, broad, towering, his pupils blown wide, his aching cock in his fist.

“Couldn’t fuckin’ wait,” he muttered, his voice rough, before his hands were on you, turning you around, hands gripping your waist, bending you over the sink. You gasped, bracing yourself against the cold porcelain, your thighs trembling as he pressed up behind you, his cock sliding between your slick folds. 

“Joel—” you whimpered, your breath fogging up the mirror, your fingers curling tight against the edge of the sink.

“Nah uh, baby,” He didn’t waste another second. With one firm thrust, he sank into you, stretching you open, filling you to the hilt.

“Still so ready, so wet for me. Even with all your complainin’,” he groaned, voice thick, rough against your ear. “‘Joel, I’m on my period,’” he mocked, and the next thrust was hard, forcing another gasp from your lips, your knuckles white against the sink.

“Joel, it’s gross,” he continued, smirking, his breath hot against your neck.

Your body shuddered, clenching around him as heat poured through you, spreading like liquid fire. Your moan echoed against the bathroom walls, pussy clenching around him, the sensation even more intense than usual due to the added wetness and sensitivity.

Joel grunted, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled out, then thrust back in, deep and slow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his breath ragged as words tumbled from his mouth. “You love this, don’t you? Love bein’ my filthy little thing, huh? So needy, so wet and achin’. Can’t believe you tried keepin’ her from me. All fuckin’ wet and perfect and tight, Jesus–”

Joel growled, his pace quickening, fucking into you with deep, steady strokes, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin-on-skin mixing with the soft, wet sounds of you taking him.

You whimpered, arching into his touch, your head tipping back onto his shoulder as he devoured you, kissing the side of your neck, biting just hard enough to make you moan.

“Say it,” Joel gritted out, his voice dark, low, commanding. Before you could even process the words, his hand slid up, rough fingers wrapping beneath your jaw, forcing your gaze to the mirror in front of you.

“Watch, baby, look at you,” he rasped, snapping his hips into you from behind, making you cry out, your nails scraping against the sink.

You were a mess—flushed, sweaty, your lips swollen and eyes heavy, your body rocking forward with every deep, punishing thrust. Whimpering and barely able to think, your body was already on the edge of something sharp, hot, all-consuming.

Joel’s grip tightened, holding you right there, making you see the way you reacted to him, his touch, his cock. When your eyes flickered up to meet his, he had a devilish grin. 

“Say it,” he repeated, his voice thick with something dangerous, something possessive, kissing the side of your face before looking back up into the mirror to meet your gaze again. “Watch yourself get off on my cock, all messy and nasty, little thing—” His other hand slid down, pressing firm circles against your clit, dragging a wrecked whimper from your lips.

“—and say you love it.”

You gasped, your hands gripping the edge of the sink, your head spinning, your body clenching tight around him. 

“I—I love it,” you finally panted, voice breaking, your eyes blown wide as you watched yourself take him in the mirror, “I love it, daddy–love your cock–”

Joel’s smirk deepened, his grip tightening.

“Atta girl. So pretty like this, baby. All mine. My pretty, filthy little thing.” Joel ground out, an inhuman noise escaping his teeth as he pulled back to watch himself disappear inside you, the slick mess between you coating his length. And God, he loved it.

Your stomach tightened, your body clenching, pleasure coiling tight, hot and unbearable.

And he felt it.

“There she is,” he gritted, his fingers trailing down, pressing against your folds again as his rhythm steadied, his thumb circling your clit just right. “Come on, baby—give it to me. Cum all over daddy’s cock, yeah? C’mon now,”

Your whole body jerked, pleasure shooting through you, your walls fluttering around him. You moaned loud, rocking back against him, desperate. Suddenly, as his fingers rubbed your clit once more, his thick length stretching and pushing into the spongy corner of your pussy, your orgasm ripped through you, hot and overwhelming, your body locking up before shaking apart in his hands.

Joel groaned, feeling you pulse around him had his breath shattering against your skin as he buried himself deep, his hips stilling as he spilled inside you, his whole body going tense before sagging against your back.

The bathroom was silent except for your ragged breathing, the heat still thick between you.

Joel exhaled sharply, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder, his hands rubbing slow circles into your hips, “You alright, hunny?” 

“I think you may have just created the cure for cramps–” you exhaled a laugh.

Joel chuckled, the deep sound rumbling against your back as he pressed another kiss to your skin, the scruff of his beard deliciously rough against your oversensitive flesh.

“Yeah?” he murmured, nuzzling the space just below your ear. “Guess I’ll have to keep you comin’ back for treatment then, huh?”

You hummed, smiling as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close for a long, quiet moment, his thumbs still absentmindedly stroking your skin, grounding you.

Then, after a beat, he pressed a final kiss to your temple.

“C’mon,” he murmured, voice softer now, more gentle. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

With that, he finally pulled away, slipping out of you, soothing a warm palm down your back as you caught your breath. He leaned over, turning on the shower, steam already curling into the air. Joel glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes warm, steady, that familiar softness creeping back into his face.

“Water’s warm,” he said, tilting his chin toward the shower. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

You sighed, stretching your limbs before stepping in after him, your body still buzzing, still humming in the aftermath of everything he just gave you.

The hot water cascaded over your skin, washing away the evidence of your shared pleasure, but Joel’s hands never stopped taking care of you.

Strong, steady palms kneaded into your sore muscles, working out the tension, soothing where he might’ve held you too tight, where his grip had branded you as his. He reached for the soap, lathering it in his hands before running it over your skin, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing you all over again.

He worked through your hair next, fingers massaging against your scalp, his touch firm but careful, gentle in a way that made your heart stutter.

You leaned into him, your back pressing against his front, your body melting under his touch.

“Love you, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mess and all.”

A soft smile stretched across your lips, your eyes drifting closed as you reached back for him, fingers threading through his damp hair.

“Love you more,” you whispered.

Joel just hummed, arms tightening around you, holding you close as the water poured over both of you, sealing you in the warmth of something deeper than just this.

[companionjones]

Days, Weeks, Months, Years (9/10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Fandoms: MCU, Marvel

Warnings: Coma, Cursing, Implied almost self harm

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In the days you were gone, I mean physically there but mentally gone, the compound was at a standstill.

The only person who didn't understand it all was Valentina. She had expected to be interrogated and grilled. Maybe even tortured or maimed by Bucky or someone, but she was just locked in a room and fed three times a day. It was like she was already in prison. Which didn't make sense to her because no one knew why she did it.

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The Avengers took shifts being in that room with you, but Bucky never left. He slept with his head on your bed and his hand holding yours. Sometimes, he was convinced to eat, but after a certain point, it was to keep himself from passing out during the day.

The Avengers took shifts being in that room with you, but Bucky was also given some time alone with you. When it was just you and him, Bucky would pray like he never had before, which he hadn't, not since the 40s, anyway. Bucky would talk to you, too.

"...Everyone...Everyone always talks to people when they're in your position. But...I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, doll...Not just for not being able to s-save you, but for...for not being able to be with you...Really with you. Like you deserve.

"When you first got here, I knew I was in trouble. You were everything. Smart, beautiful, badass, sexy; I barely knew what to do with myself around you. So, I did what I always do. I shut down completely, and I waited for you to go away.

"But you never did. Wherever I went, you were always there at my side. At first, I found it annoying because I could never be at ease around you, but soon, that all went away. Soon, you were you and I was me and there was nothing that could keep us apart. And...that scared me.

"Then, that first night happened. We were alone, watching that cheesy movie you love, and I...I couldn't help myself. God, that night was perfect. You were perfect. I mean, you're always perfect--But I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Despite how amazing everything was that night, I don't remember being more scared than that morning after--excluding the past few days, of course.

"I woke up that morning, I looked at you, you were still asleep, and all I could think about was fucking this up--fucking you up.

"God, I am such an idiot. I preach about how much I don't want to hurt you, yet that's what I've been doing all this time. God, why can't I just get my shit together--" Bucky's hands were shaking as he flexed them in front of his face. It looked like he was going to hit something, maybe himself.

"Stop." Your voice, barely audible, told him. You gently touched his hand that was closest to you, your weak a hand a stark contrast to his strong one.

Bucky gasped when he heard your voice and felt you touch him. "Y/n?" He wondered if you were really there.

He saw your eyes barely open to look at him.

"Hey," he softly greeted, took a big breath, then repeated, even softer, "Hey." Bucky adjusted himself accordingly to get closer to you.

The smallest of smiles appeared on your face. "Missed you."

Bucky let you take his face into your hand. He whispered, "Missed you, too."

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[sheeezu]

A conversation with myself. (Past self and present self)

I used to have a tumblr account with zero followers. The blog's sole purpose was to scream out into the void, my frustrations and agony. It wouldn't be tagged, and it wouldn't reach anyone. That was the purpose of it.

(Don't read this. If you were to read this, this will change your opinion on me. But don't worry, you don't know me, we're strangers. Therefore you must have a moldable opinion on me, some shifting post I made resonated with you, perhaps. And that's all.)

There's no turning back, there's no synchronisation anymore once you let go

Why hold on to others so hard, you don't know. Assume them royalty, assume them authority over your thoughts, your life. One day you're going to have to walk away from them, it doesn't matter if they've benefited you or not, you might as well walk away empty handed, with your soul half developed, dependent on someone else, have you asked yourself, why do you need other people's success stories or advice, to achieve something? Does it not set your soul on fire, do your eyes not burn, that you still haven't taken control.

You don't have to be synchronised with your environment, with the thoughts of other, since once you sought after a new identity, does it not sound ironic, you're a supposed creator of your reality, but you're still looking around for step by step instructions, what are you, a fraud?

Don't contradict yourself now, don't embarrass me now, you're choosingly still here

Stop saying you're fighting something, you never jump to go "I'm fighting gravity/physics". If you despised it so much, you'd stop thinking about it, without your energy, will it exist? No. You know that, than what's so "tragically beautiful" about choosing to be aware of this place? Are you a sadist?

What do you try to find?

Who will you find here? Was your family lineage so rich you delved into its root? Let's face it, it was a shit show. Do you have plans of sitting by the lake, reminiscing about your pain? We can do this elsewhere, I fear even the swans might attack us here. Does the end of your suffering give you a superiority complex, who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? There's a new flow to your tone, you're helping people. How much more can you achieve in this reality, I'd see, you're going to tire out once again. The first impression of this reality will remain our last.

It weren't heaven

An impossible goal, it wasn't our place to begin with, unfortunately if you escaped flying bullets, you should be at the minimum be granted a half assed paradise where you still have to ask a glowing projection of your assumption "please".

You should be glad you escaped it, acting like a devil did the trick, as your sinister walk prevented you from ever seeing your soul being sucked out of your feet, as you rocked yourself at 80.

You're not a savior

You're not meant to be, you might think it's the truth, either you could be selfish or selfless. You can not reach anyone at this state, the voices which don't reach their ears might as well land as bullets in their chests. Just close your eyes, and shift to the fairytales, you always wanted to be a hero, anyways.

You are a rebel, but you can't start a revolution

Good, you've escaped the traditions and the wicked culture, the tag you were given at birth. You were brave. You ran with your weak bones and anemic blood, good. Its cool that your intensity of energy, dreams and ambition push apart the foundation of all existence. Its cool you built a world for yourself, a dazzling exhibition of self-expression. But don't fall into a delusion. As if a few paragraphs written in the dark at 3am are going to change anything. You're as powerless in this reality as you always were. You don't belong here, you're as invisible to the people here, and they're to you.

[noicevibes]

𝐦𝐥𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

This is a continuation of the links I original had in this post here! It reached tumblr's 100 link-per-post limit, so since I had more mlm links than the other ones (... 👀), I'm giving them their own post (which is killing me bc I wanted them all together & it's ruining the aesthetic vibe I had going grrr)

All links coloured in blue are new to the original list! Links with ✨ are personal favourites/recommendations. 98% of the links lead to twt/x, but some go to the hub.

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Mignon ep. 12 -> 1 2

Additionally recommending y'all to watch

Mignon (episode 11 & 12)

Hyperventilation

Hiro

[koiihpon]

Don’t wait up…

colored this panel from @thegunnsara's Back to the Past comic (part 6) :]

the bottom panel was so striking when I first saw it that I just needed to color it heheh sorry it took a while to finish ><

orig under cut vvvv

[plutonious]

experimentation is forever and ever and emmet is guinea pig

[fallinglikemagic]

Okay, now that everybody's had some time to process and gotten some of the doomposting out, here's my thoughts on the whole situation.

First of all, I'm not really worried about whether or not RWBY will continue in some capacity. It's uncertain, sure, but no more than it was already. In February we got the update that they were talking to potential partners about getting volume 10 made, so clearly they weren't just relying on Rooster Teeth and Warner Brothers for it - maybe one of those companies will pick it up, maybe a different company will, either way I'm sure it *will* be picked up by somebody and unless they get real unlucky, the show won't be much worse off than it was before - if anything it might be better off, considering that WB have been shitty about animation for quite a while now (if you're not already familiar and you're up for some extra research, I recommend looking into the Coyote vs ACME situation that's been going on recently for a great example of WB's bullshit). And while it's unclear exactly how much involvement the original crew will have in the show's future, I'm pretty optimistic about it. I doubt the writers are going to let go of creative control without a fight, if for nothing else then for Monty - I don't like focusing too much on the whole Monty's Legacy stuff in general, but I do think that the crew are going to want to keep their friend's work alive and authentic and as accurate to what he wanted it to be as possible. None of this is a certainty of course, but I think RWBY is gonna be fine, things will just be kinda rocky for a bit.

With all that being said, while this may end up ultimately being a blessing in disguise for RWBY as a franchise, it sure ain't one for everybody who worked at Rooster Teeth. This entire situation is still horrible - so many people being fired on the spot, effective immediately, with no warning and with several of them only finding out by seeing articles about it being posted on Twitter, it's fucked. I know Rooster Teeth wasn't exactly lacking in controversy and problematic behaviour, to put it lightly, but there were still plenty of amazing people there who are now in a really shitty situation. On top of that, while again this isn't exactly anything new, especially for WB, it is the latest instance of a huge problem in the animation and entertainment industries. So no matter how things pan out for RWBY, we should still be really fucking mad about this.

And we definitely shouldn't be celebrating. I've seen some posts saying "good riddance" and celebrating RT's downfall, not just from people who hate RWBY (I mean don't get me wrong I'm sure the hatedom is out in full force but that's not the kind of thing I'm referring to right now), but people who like/used to like the show and just hated the company. And don't get me wrong, I didn't like a lot of things about the company either, I've actually been wanting RWBY to separate itself from RT for a pretty long time (be careful what you wish for I guess 💀), but there's a time and a place and this certainly ain't it. Plenty of people who have worked there have said that they loved their jobs, plenty of others said it was horrible and toxic and nightmarish, but either way a job is a job and in this industry work isn't always easy to find, especially in recent years. Celebrate in private if you want, but now is not the damn time to be bringing out the cake and confetti.

TLDR; I'm cautiously optimistic about RWBY's future, I'm pretty sure it'll be fine and they'll be able to keep the core crew to at least some extent, but this is still a really bad situation for everybody who just lost their jobs, don't be a dick.

[dxxtruction]

Louis' "You're boring!" Could mean so many things, but I think what's most apparent about that line is that Armand takes no initiative just for himself. He's not really anybody, because he never goes out and finds himself or gets attached to anyone but Louis. Without Louis as his guide he's literally just sitting on a couch picking lint! That's the thing.

He orbits constantly around what would make Louis happy, and never really fully going what would make me happy? Ultimately that drive to please Louis is what drives him to torturing Daniel, not so much that he'd care to just do it. Ultimately, not giving proper care to Louis is just a way to make sure Louis knows he has to orbit around him as well, with shoving Lestat onto him just that other nail on the coffin. So, even if he fails to figure out how to make Louis happy with him, he still knows what Armand is good for, and better than.

That dependency is what drives Armand's abuse. It really just comes down to that. Armand doesn't even realize how suffocated he is by his own dependency. This is just how life is to him. (It shouldn't be lost either that dependency is a theme considering this episode also deals with addiction).

Daniel's fascinating because he's just so driven to be somebody. He's largely independent, he seeks things because he wants them. It's his drug to poke and prod at all the things that he shouldn't. Daniel's exciting because he lets Louis in to something different, lets him in to all this potential in another person that he can also do the same with for himself. It's a real connection. A two way street. It's easy to tell how Armand can be smothering then because he's never introducing him to anything really new, and most the ways both of them connect are all painful and traumatic. It's never just fun because there's always that layer of that pain. Fun died with Claudia.

50 years on they've gotten to a lot better place, both of them, but it's still that same shit. No seriously, "How is this any different from last time, Louis?"

Well... Because Armand's going to be, at the very least, making one [1] decision only for himself - and that's to hold power over Daniel's life. Fucking sick foreshadowing.

They aren't driving each other to the brink anymore but "The vampire is bored" STILL. Maybe it's even worse, despite being in better places, because Louis' sort of just been defeated by it. (I mean, can he even really leave this either?). He's accepting the dependancy cause he kind of has to. He'd literally ended up letting all the enjoyment be up where he can't reach [The book shelves]. Armand so desperately wants Louis happiness but what really ends up happening is that Louis ends up having to give Armand all his own. He's got no one or anything else to get it from. But like an iPad and an over the top eating ritual. Two extremes of what's just more lint picking.

This whole relationship is one I find just tragic inside and out. You have to just pity it, really. There's ways in which you can find yourself feeling bad for both of them. But you can only really be mad at Armand for any of it. Armand, who isn't even 'free' in any sense, having so little concept of his own independence, but is at the same time so controlling over other's. It's a tragic cycle. It's an infuriating one.

Louis at least has the mind to know when enough is enough. If just needing that extra push to get there. Armand's too scared of it being over to even try.

[ohmygenz-ie]

I got my haircut the other day and I got bangs now🏳️‍⚧️

[snowangeldotmp3]

kas!max mayfield

okay, this is a thought i've been rotating in my mind for a while (since vol2 dropped) and maddie (@verymuchablog42) and i were talking about the ever popular kas!eddie (which, while fun to explore, likely is not going to happen)

do you know who is the perfect candidate for a kas figure?

max mayfield.

i don't think max is out of the woods, and while it might not be an exact kas the bloody handed scenario,(i don't think the duffers would add vampires this late into the show, lol) i think we can all agree that vecna isn't done with max. yes, technically el is the one who brought her back, not vecna. but i think max is still the perfect candidate.

reason number one: she's in a coma, meaning she's basically defenseless against vecna if he were to strike again. (unless el is consistently monitoring her, which, from the looks of episode 9, she is, but still!) we know vecna/the mind flayer can possess people, and that vecna possession is way more powerful. we've seen vecna/the mind flayer possess people before, and though he's been knocked down a few pegs, he's not completely powerless. though el is the one who brought her back, vecna could be the one to give max her life back, meaning no more coma.

reason number two: the whole puppet master thing. the master of puppets is vecna, and who's the perfect puppet right now? a semi-dead girl who has a connection to el and will and the rest of the party. vecna could tear the party apart from the inside with max. (and a girl who vecna is now seemingly attached too, both with billy's possession and subsequent death, and then with max's death.)

reason number three: if we assume that max will tear the group apart from the inside, we also have to assume that she will be the one who rails against vecna with them in the end, too. because we all know max, there is no way that she wouldn't be fighting off vecna with everything she has, even while he's the only thing keeping her alive. she's going to make him pay.

reason number four: the emotional potential. god, could you imagine? not only would it break lucas and el (and the rest of the party + steve, robin, and nancy) that their best friend and girlfriend is now a puppet for the enemy, but they can't do much about it. it won't be as simple as 'play kate bush' and it saves the day.

not only that, but from max's pov, it would be emotionally devastating. 'do you accept the risk?' and this is the consequence of that risk. that tiny, seemingly insignificant acceptance, has led her to this. she didn't want to end up like billy, spent her years with him defying him the best she knew how, and yet, at the end of the day, she would have the exact same fate as him. her fate is no longer her own (has it ever been?) and she becomes the puppet for vecna's ultimate plan.

anyways, this is half me theorizing about max's s5 fate, and the other half trying to reconcile the fact that max could very well just, die. and i don't want that to happen, i want her (if she does have to go out) to go out with a bang. a 'fuck you!' to vecna, if you will. but i think if max does wake up in season 5, this is one of the routes that they could very well explore.

[keelanrosa]

terfs when a study shows literally anything positive about trans people/transitioning: 'hm i think this requires some fact-checking. Were those researchers REALLY unbiased? Because if they were biased this doesn't count and if they weren't knowingly biased they probably were unconsciously biased, woke media affects so much these days. Have there been any other studies on this? Because if there haven't been this could be an outlier and if there have been and they all agree that's a bit odd, why aren't there any outliers, and if there have been and any disagree we really won't know the truth until we very thoroughly analyze them all, will we? Were there enough subjects for a good sample size? Did every single subject involved stay involved through the whole study because if they didn't we should be sure nothing shady was going on resulting in people dropping out. Are we 110% sure all the subjects were fully honest and at no point were embarrassed or afraid to admit they didn't love transitioning to the people in charge of their transition? Are we 110% sure none of the subjects were manipulated into thinking they were happy with their transition? In fact we should double-check what they think with their parents, because if the subjects and their parents disagree it's probably because they've been manipulated but their cis parents have not and are very unbiased. How many autistic subjects were there because if there weren't enough then this doesn't really study the overlap between autistic and trans and if there were too many then we just don't know enough about what causes that overlap to be sure this study really explains being trans and isn't just about being autistic. How many AFAB subjects were there because if there weren't enough this is just another example of prioritizing AMAB people and ignoring the different struggles of girls and women and if there were too many how do we know sexism didn't affect the results. Was the study double-blinded? We all know double-blinded is the most reliable so if this one wasn't that's a point against it even if the thesis literally physically could not be double-blinded. Look i'm not being transphobic, i want what's best for trans people! Really! But as a person who is not trans and therefore objective in a way they cannot possibly be, i just think we should only take into account Good Science here. You want to be following science and not being manipulated or experimented upon by something unscientific, right?'

terfs when they see a study of 45 subjects so old it predates modern criteria for gender dysphoria and basically uses 'idk her parents think she's too butch', run by a guy who practiced conversion therapy, 'confirmed' by a guy who treated the significant portion of subjects who didn't follow up as all desisting, definitely in the category of 'physically cannot double-blind this', completely contradicted by multiple other studies done on actual transgender subjects, but can be kinda cited as evidence against transitioning if you ignore everything else about it: 'oOOH SEE THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKIN BOUT. SCIENCE. Just good ol' unbiased thorough analysis. I see absolutely no reason to dig any deeper on this and if you think it's wrong you're the one being unscientific. It's really a shame you've been so thoroughly brainwashed by the trans agenda and can't even accept science when you see it. Maybe now that someone has finally uncovered this long-lost study from 1985, we can make some actual progress on the whole trans problem.'

[shimmerluna]

i do think there's probably something suspicious about the way everyone loves Ca$h and Quinni and their depth while essentially reducing Darren to their shared supporting character and/or the sassy black woman(/person in this case) stereotype, but I feel somewhat hypocritical bringing it up

[stoneheart-paramour]

just had a fucking realization. i named the primary location where the AU happens, "Telestrata". i was thinking to myself, "ok so it's 'tele' as in 'far', and 'strata' as in 'stratum', to represent the distant and vertical layout of the region".

and i just now. right this minute. remembered that Aventurine's full title is "Aventurine of Stratagems" and i don't know what i'm supposed to do with this. this is a genuine coincidence but it's also forcing me to think about the implications!! and i HATE thinking!!

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[lorephobic]

idk how to even like. put this pain into words and i would normally vent about this shit on twitter, but the person its about follows me on there so like. anybody have skills for coping with the crushing realization that the person u love most in this world and have built ur life around sees ur current situation together as a temporary hurdle that's preventing them from their truest and happiest self which. is separate from u entirely? anyone know how to deal with this?

[lighthouseas]

so uh