#i still dont know what their problem is...

[v0ideddr3ams]

Reposting so people can read this as well

[mminghaos]

pink in the night , yoon jeonghan x f!reader

“and i know i’ve kissed you before, but i didn’t do it right”

SYNOPSIS: jeonghan shows up at your door months after the both of you ended things, and despite everything that’s happened, you cant help but give in.

WARNINGS: smut, oral (f!receiving), angst

requests open, do send some in !!

jeonghan shouldn’t be here, really.

and you shouldn’t be standing here, staring at him like you don’t know exactly how this ends.

but you don’t close the door.

he’s watching you, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, hair messy like he ran his fingers through it a hundred times before knocking. you hate that he still looks good like this — casual, effortless, like he didnt wreck you months ago and then leave you to pick up the pieces alone.

“what do you want?” your voice is sharper than you mean for it to be, but you dont take it back.

he shrugs, like this isn’t a big deal, like he’s just passing through. “just wanted to see you.”

your fingers curl tighter around the door. that’s the problem, isn’t it? jeonghan always does what he wants. shows up when it’s convenient for him. says things that get under your skin, waits for you to react, waits for you to break first.

not this time.

“you shouldn’t be here,” you tell him.

“i know,” he says. and yet, he still doesn’t leave.

you hate him for this. for making you stand in the doorway of your own apartment, pulse too quick, mind too slow. for making it so goddamn hard to look at him and remember why you let him go in the first place.

this is fucked up. things ended months ago. you should have shut the door in his face. he played with your feelings like they were nothing, kissed you like you were nothing. and now he expects you to forgive him just like that?

but then he exhales, slow, careful, and his voice drops into something softer. “i should’ve done stuff differently.” he says, taking a step closer “i had my chance and i fucked up.”

you scoff before you can stop yourself. “seriously?”

“i mean it,” he murmurs, tilting his head, studying you like he’s trying to figure out what you’ll do next. “you don’t think about it?”

you shouldn’t. but of course you do.

it’s what pisses you off the most. that even after everything, there are nights you still feel the ghost of his hands on you, his lips at your throat, his voice in your ear. that you still remember exactly how he felt between your legs and how you woke up to him besides you in the mornings.

but that’s not enough. it was never enough.

“not my problem,” you say, but your voice isn’t as steady as it should be.

he catches it, of course he does. jeonghan knows you too well, knows how to read between the lines, knows how to press at your weak spots until you let him in.

his fingers brush against your wrist — barely a touch, but it sends something sharp and electric up your spine. your stomach twists. he’s always been good at this.

you should tell him to leave.

but then his other hand finds your waist, and your breath catches, and you realize you don’t move away.

this is a mistake.

jeonghan leans in, slow, like he’s giving you time to stop him. his lips are close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, and your body betrays you, leaning just the slightest bit forward.

his lips barely graze yours before you turn your head, his mouth landing on your cheek instead.

“you don’t deserve that,” you whisper.

his forehead drops against yours, and he exhales, his hands flexing against your skin.

“i know.”

his voice is so quiet, too quiet. too good.

your fingers hover over his chest. they shouldn’t. but he’s warm, and close, and familiar in all the ways that make your head spin.

“just once,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “let me get it right.”

you should say no.

but you don’t.

his lips don’t press to yours right away. he waits, forehead still resting against yours, his hands unmoving at your waist like he’s giving you the chance to stop this. to step back and slam the door in his face like you should have the second you saw him standing there.

but you don’t move.

and neither does he.

his fingers tighten slightly, barely gripping, barely holding. like he’s afraid he’ll push too far and youll disappear. you should make him beg for it, should make him suffer the way you did when he walked away the first time, but the way he’s looking at you — soft, unreadable, too much — makes your chest ache.

“tell me to go,” he murmurs. “i will.”

your breath catches, throat tight, because he says it like he means it. like he’ll actually leave if you tell him to.

but that’s the problem, isn’t it? you don’t want him to.

you should. god, you should.

but instead, your fingers tighten in the front of his hoodie, tugging just slightly, and that’s all it takes.

he exhales shakily, barely a breath before his lips finally, finally press to yours.

and it’s everything you remember. warm, familiar, intoxicating in the way that makes your head spin. his hands slide up, fingertips pressing just hard enough to remind you that he’s here, that you’re letting him do this, that you should stop before it goes too far.

but you don’t.

because the second his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you part for him, and then you’re really kissing him — deep and slow and desperate, like trying to erase the last few months .

jeonghan groans softly into your mouth, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips like he needs you closer, like he’s scared you’ll slip through his fingers if he doesn’t hold tight enough. and maybe that should scare you, how easily you let him in, how easily you forget why you told yourself this would never happen again.

but then he’s walking you backward, guiding you towards your bedroom, and the second the door clicks shut behind him, it doesn’t matter anymore.

your back meets the bedroom wall with a quiet thud, and jeonghan takes the chance to press closer, caging you in. his hands are everywhere — sliding up your sides, skimming over your ribs, gripping just hard enough to make your breath hitch.

his lips don’t leave yours, moving slow, deep, like he’s savoring this, like he’s making sure you feel every second of it.

and you do.

your fingers twist in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer, because no matter how much you hate this, hate him for still having this hold on you, it’s been months. months of pretending, months of acting like you don’t still crave him in the worst way.

his hands slide lower, palms hot against your bare skin as they dip under your shirt, and you shiver, arching into him before you can stop yourself. his lips curl against yours, and you hate the way he knows exactly what that means.

“still so sensitive,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down to your jaw, then lower, lips ghosting over the column of your throat.

you swallow hard, tilting your head back against the wall, fingers curling against his chest. “shut up.”

he huffs a quiet laugh against your skin, but he doesn’t push — doesn’t gloat like you expect him to. instead, his hands skim up your sides again, slow, careful, like he’s feeling his way through this.

like he knows he doesn’t get to fuck this up a second time.

you should tell him to stop. should shove him back and remind him that this means nothing.

but when his teeth scrape against your pulse point, your breath stutters, and your nails press into his shoulders.

this is a mistake.

then he’s tugging your shirt higher, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, and your body betrays you all over again, pressing into him, wanting more.

jeonghan hums low in his throat, dragging his lips back up to yours.

“tell me to stop.” he murmurs, just before he goes in to kiss you again. “last chance to tell me to leave.”

and you don’t.

he guides you back to your bed, and it’s exactly as you remember. the soft creak of the mattress, the familiar scent of your sheets that’s somehow now mixed with his cologne. just the sight of him, standing over you, has that fluttering feeling in your stomach making its way up to your chest, catching your breath in a way you cant stop, no matter how much you try.

he leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear, murmuring, “let me make it up to you.” the words stir something deep inside, the kind of longing that you’ve tried so hard to bury.

you want to say no, so badly, the urge to push him off you, slam the door in his face, tell him to fuck off and never come back. but you don’t.

you can’t.

he’s too close. too fucking close. the warmth of his body next to yours makes it impossible to push him away.

and when his lips press against your neck, hot and soft, like a promise he doesn’t plan on keeping, you know that you should say something — anything — but you don’t.

you feel his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down with practiced ease, and you don’t even have the energy to stop him. your hands curl into the sheets, your heart hammering in your chest. the last shred of resistance you had crumbles, and you’re left breathless beneath him.

he’s looking at you now, his gaze intense, searching your eyes like he’s trying to find something.

“focus,” he whispers, his voice low and coaxing, the softest it’s been in months. “are you sure? i don’t want you regretting anything like me.”

you try to summon some strength, to find some piece of you that remembers why this is such a terrible idea. you should push him away. you should stand your ground, tell him you’re not doing this.

but his voice ��� god, his voice, so quiet, so sincere — washes over you like a wave, and you feel yourself starting to slip. you exhale a shaky breath, your fingers clutching at the sheets like it might anchor you, but it doesn’t.

you tilt your head back against the pillow, closing your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your body.

“i’m sure,” you whisper, the words almost foreign on your tongue.

the moment you say it, you feel his mouth on you, his lips pressing softly at first, but then growing urgent, demanding as his hands slide down, holding your hips, guiding you towards him.

you lose track of everything — of the time, of the reason you told yourself you’d never go down this road with him again. his mouth is on your neck, then your chest, trailing down, his fingers already tracing the lines of your skin, the pads of them brushing so delicately against your stomach that your breath hitches.

you don’t know when your legs part, but they do, instinctively, welcoming him closer. his tongue dips between your legs, the warmth of it sending a jolt straight through you, and you can’t stop the gasp that escapes your lips.

your hands fly to his hair without thought, pulling him closer, urging him on, as his mouth works its way down, slow and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every inch of you. your breath comes faster, your heart pounding, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

all of it blurs until there’s nothing but him, the way he’s touching you, the way he knows exactly what to do.

his tongue flicks against your clit and swirls in slow, deliberate motions that make your legs twitch. the sensation has your body reacting before your mind can catch up, every nerve burning with heat. you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like it’s pulling you closer to the edge, and you curse yourself for getting so close so fast.

it’s embarrassing how easily he gets under your skin, how quickly he makes you lose control. the soft pressure of his mouth makes it impossible to think straight, to remember why you shouldn’t let this happen. every time he moves, his tongue tracing circles, flicking faster, slower, it makes your breath catch.

you want to say something — anything — to make him stop, but you dont find it in you to do so. it’s like he’s always known exactly what you need, and even if you try to push him away, he only pulls you deeper into this mess.

you hate to admit it, but you’ve missed him. you’ve missed this fucking idiot yoon jeonghan. missed his voice, his face, his scent, how he feels against you.

but you let go of the emotional shit for now just as his tongue prods at your entrance. his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you even closer. you can’t stop yourself from giving in.

“hannie—” you gasp, your voice weak, barely a whisper, and you let the nickname slip before you can stop yourself. he lifts his head up, his chin and mouth covered in your juices just as a low groan escapes from deep in his chest.

and just like that, you’re lost. you lose control. everything you thought you knew about what you wanted, what you needed, disappears in the rush of his touch, in the pull of his body, in the way he makes you forget how wrong this is.

and when he continues, each slow stroke of his tongue, each press of his mouth, you let yourself slip, even if you know its not a good idea.

the coil snaps.

your legs snap shut, pleasure coursing through your body. you can’t contain it, can’t hold back the wave crashing over you. every muscle in your body tightens, and your grip on jeonghan’s hair tightens along with them, pulling him even closer.

you come undone all over his face, trembling as you ride out your high. it feels like too much, like it’s going to swallow you whole, and yet, it’s exactly what you need. you don’t want to stop, don’t want this moment to end, even as the aftershocks make your body twitch with sensitivity.

he runs his hands over your hips, your thighs, your stomach, soothing you.

you’re left panting, flushed, and all you can focus on is him — how he’s holding you, how his mouth still lingers on your skin even after you’ve come undone.

“hmm, seems like my way of making it up to you is enough already, angel.”

[elliesglock]

FIRST OF YALL ARGUE LIKE A DAMN OLD MARRIED COUPLE and second of all CAN YALL QUIT??? okay sorry i needed to get my thoughts down immediately so this is gonna be a little jumbled

let me not SPEAK on the looks paige keeps giving azzi in this video. because that would be wildly offensive and disrespectful to jesus christ. he does not need to see the heart eyes and tomfoolery i just witnessed 😭. p licking her lips after azzi agrees that paige is the biggest trash talker on the court. like okay you want her to see how big it is WHATEVER P. i feel paige is always gonna be the one that wants to be seen as the protector and wants azzi to know she'll protect her or argue or be mean to whoever she needs to her to.

i like how p is so argumentative all the time but the second azzi is like idk it could be this paige immediately recounts what she said and is like yeah right princess ofc! not in this entire video cause they're literally arguing but after the who's most likely to crack a joke in the locker room question azzi is indecisive and can't think of an answer. so she says neither and even though paige holds up azzi (wildly untrue) she puts it down immediately. which is so telling cause p is always so ready to argue her case i jus find it funny she immediately does what princess says.

the who's messier debate, p you can't stop exposing urself i can't make this up 😭 p showing YET AGAIN she has a big problem w azzi always being sick because she can't resist kissing her and in turn gets sick as well. she has a personal trauma but she'll do it to kiss her girl. also paige's eyes not leaving her the entire time she's laughing and just cracking up w her. it's the little things for them fr aweee. ive always felt like azzi saying "don't gaslight me" is such the perfect girlfriend argument answer. like i'd say that to my gf when we argue fr. she's such the fem fr. "DONT gaslight me." she seems experienced i bet she uses that a lot. also azzi shushing her and she immediately does, idk if it was my friends and they sushed me id be even louder and arguing w them more. but p immediately pipes down?? like okay that's ur gf and u do exactly what she says alright!

it's a beautiful day i could really go out and frolick in a field of dandelions, MENACE PAIGE AND AZZI ARE BACK WE ARE SO BACK. azzi saying it's crazy that paige thinks she needs to go out with makeup? OMG??? SO GF OMGGNGKSJEJ. and paige getting a little smirk and smugness to her and saying, "cause i look good." i know she has the biggest head when azzi says ANYTHING nice to her 😭. also the way her voice drops and gets all flirty omg get a room. i think they legit forgot they were on camera for a second and decided to start flirting LIVE. it's so telling to me their facial expressions cause p's eyes immediately start getting lower and her smirk gets bigger. azzi really giving her those butterflies QUICK. and the way p gets softer and just seems all around more sensual LORD HAVE MERCYYYY. i mean me too if azzi was shocked i thought i needed makeup to go out. i think what really blows me is azzi's expression. she gets this dopey little blushy smile and seems a little shy after realizing what she said aweeee. her cheeks get red too. damn if you're gf don't have u still blushing after 8 years just throw it away. they are sooooo flirty and blushy around each other still. the awkwardness afterwards like they had to lock back in and everybody was shocked they were that open? shit me too i had to pause the video fr 😭.

p loves to be petty and passive aggressively bring up pet peeves about azzi in these kinda videos. probably cause they on camera and azzi can't bicker w her. but the two constants, paige dislikes how azzi is offline and how she is always sick. i think p doesn't like if azzi doesn't answer her and she'd be the type to send azzi's name like 20 times to get through to her ummmm lesbian. i'll expand on this further in a second.

i would like to say a few times in this interview they give themselves away and say "us" or "last time we had movie night" or "when we were together last night." it's giving VERY couple. they probably are slipping up but i don't think they gaf 😭. it's like when you have a couple in ur friend group and they say yeah during our last movie night. just feels domestic and like they're secretly hinting at their dates. also "how do i look like this" is CRAZY AZZI. i don't know if she was asking me how do i look or asking paige how do i look this good? paige's answer to both would've been "amazing baby just so gorgeous." also the fact azzi won't put it on paige's life like. obv it's not that serious if they were friends but paige knows azzi won't agree to it because it's DEEPER than that to them. nobody's swearing on their gfs life when they're lying and paige knows that and uses it to her advantage. sigh. paige saying she styles azzi like girl we know she's your little doll and you probably spin her around and take fit checks w your camera to smile and cheese at later.

paige admitting AZZI STEALS HER CLOTHES NOBODY FUCKING MOVE. we been knew but thank god it's like music to my ears hearing them admit it. paige also complaining like she doesn't offer all her clothes up, she's probably throwing extra layers on azzi when she's cold cause she doesn't want her baby to get sick. i need to lay down. also the way they're arguing is giving your friends that are couples are bickering and asking for your opinion and keep interrupting each other to get their point across, am i the only one 😭 i feel like im stuck in the middle of them trying to settle an argument LOLOLOL i know kayla's tired. paige not even fighting back when azzi says she looks better in paige's clothes. if that was my friend IMMEDIATELY we have to get down cause wym?? but paige is so whipped she literally just nods her head like yes my baby looks so good in all my clothes. probably cause she's so possessive she doesn't mind azzi stealing her clothes because her girl IS WEARING HER CLOTHES. for everyone to see. she loves to stake a claim goddamn.

okay now i'm resurfacing the argument early that paige hates when azzi doesn't respond. when asked about who takes longer to answer paige immediately gets this annoyed tone and says "OH....MY GOSH" and holds up azzi's sign. first of all she's sassy asf. second of all i know she's soooo tired of it because to be that annoyed that fast. paige is so fucking clingy and i know when azzi doesn't respond immediately to her ipad kid texts it drives her UP THE WALL. and it gives paige is like i literally have dnd on for everyone and don't want to talk to anyone but you and you're not responding? i guess it's fuck me. i know she sends that ten times a day. also she gives she would text azzi after she hasn't answered a while and say, "oh what position she got you in?" "feel good?" "is she as good as me?" HER POSSESSIVE ASS. anyways that's what it gave.

also azzi i'm so sorry paige taught u how to dougie you gotta rebuke that and not be whipped she tryna pass down her stiff hips 💔💔💔

alright that's all i got im a mess rn....thank you for reading love ya 🥰

[shikaizer]

BRAT p.b x reader II

summary : after a love and hate intimacy with paige, your stuck between confusion, in a situation where your resisting each other. PARTI

warning : suggestive, unsolved feelings, degration, reader is a big ass brat, paige is pissed. jealousy. boys😔

Having paige knuckle deep inside you was not on your list, you never expected it assuming the hate deamenor the both of you have shown each other. and the forced attention for her since past was something you never took a big deal for.

While at lunch, the both of you stole glances towards each other, the lingering sensation of your shared intimacy last night still deep in your body. the sudden sex you guys had made you confused, especially since shes kinda giving you a silent treatment for no reason at all.

"you have grown so much, beautiful lady" paige's mom commented and you smiled looking over at her "thank you maam" she laughed and continued eating, as the situation was already worse, your dad decided to make it more worse.

"why are you and paige so quiet?" you tried not to roll your eyes and huff, not wanting to give out more attention. paige looked over at you and smiled "just sleepy, we didn't sleep that much last night" the double meaning of her words made you want to slam your head in the table.

"yeah...we made it home super late.." you breathed out trying to explain more for no further questions.

lunch has finished and you followed paige in the kitchen while she was washing dishes, she volountered on washing the dishes earning a praise from your family making you gag.

paige turned her head to look at you her eyebrows raised. you walked closer crossing your arms giving her a dirty stare which made her frown. "the hells your problem?" your jaw dropped putting your hands up. "woah." she rolled her eyes. "just checking" you shrugged and paige clicked her tounge. "im clearly doing fine." she hit back and your shocked, i mean you have never felt someone talk to you this way and look how the miror changed.

she wiped her wet hands on a small towel crossing her arms looking directly at you with an attitude. "whats wrong with you?" you quickly snap frowning and she smirked. "whats wrong with me?" she walked closer to you. "yes! you left me last night and now your ignoring me!" she shaked her head and leaned down to your level. "you really think i was gonna let you cum?" her expression was firm and you clench your jaw.

"thats not my fucking point!" you shouted making her flinch. she backed away and let her hands rest on her waist. "whats your issue then?" you walked closer to her "your ignoring me." she stopped for a second and laughed. "seriously? you know thats the issue with you, all the fucking attention you want them all on you huh? is that it?" her words hit straight to your heart she called you out and it was accurate, you felt a guilt and anger, mad from the fact that she was right.

"shut up!" you shouted and she was quick to grab you jaw giving you a shot glare "shouting at me?" she bit her lip "didn't i tell you to stop being a brat last night? or should i fuck you again for that shit to go through your head?" you stayed quiet swallowing all the words you want to let out, right now she was taking control.

"yes.." you breathed out, she raised her eyebrows squinting her eyes trying to fully comprehend if she heard you right. "what did you say?" you felt her warm breath on your face and you squeezed your eyes shut. "i said fuck me again.." you whispered out and she laughed shaking her head "open your eyes, look at me directly while you say that." she state tapping your chin and you opened your eyes focused on the way she was looking at you up and down. "fuck me again..." you managed to say this time it was quieter. " you really have no shame dont you?" she looked at you mocking a judging tone. "if you beg i'll consider-" she was cut off by my mom walking in the kitchen. "girls! i have been calling the both of you! go pack up and we'll go the beach." you raised your eyebrows groaning "mom the beach is so fucking far!" you shouted and paige pinched the side of your waist making your squirm.

"we have reserved a hotel dont worry, pack up you two." she left clearly not taken aback by your bratty attitude. you looked at her up and down rolling your eyes running to your mom. she promised her self she will defienately do something about this later, you saying that you want to be fucked by her again was all clear.

you finished packing up, and you sighed looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing a red bikini a black crop top and a black short on top. you just put on a lipbalm since you already looked like a snack anyway 🤭

looking over at your luggage big as hell, you shaked your head "im not fucking carrying this." you scoffed "dad!" you shouted and few minutes, paige walked in your room. and you swallowed your saliva. "what?" she walked in closing the door and you frown "your my dad now?" you crossed your arms and she leaned to the door. "your dad is fixing the car right now. tell me what you want." you shrugged and carried your luggage. knowing paige, she wont let this slide, she knew you hated carrying things and at this moment she knew you expected your dad to carry your luggage.

she opened the door for you and you muttured something once you passed her, which she clearly heard "what was that?" you shaked your head looking at her. "norhing." she nodded and followed you, your prayes have been answered when paige's dad saw you "oh little girl, let me carry that" you let out a pout and paige scowled. you followed her dad while he carried your luggage to the car.

once you and paige are in the back of the car, while her dad drived, throughout the drive paige's hand caressed your thighs, you would move it closer to your core but she would quickly pull away and glare at her dad to check if he saw but was defienately focused on the road.

once you have arrived, you wasted no time and jumped on the pool on the hotel both you and paige are staying, your mom has reserved a hotel just for the two of you, paige plopped herself down at the queen bed looking over at you, with only just a bikini. paige cursed under her breath watching the sunlight hit your skin.

she decided to go out leaning on the glass door. you looked over at her, and it really looked like she was checking you out, your smirked getting out of the pool walking towards her. "you look like you wanna jerk your self off right now" you laughed looking at her. "do i? shit sorry tried really hard to hide it though" she let out a chuckle lookig at you up and down licking her bottom lips.

you walked closer to her your warm breath hitting her face. just as she was about to lean in for a kiss a knock on your door distracted the both of you. paige's mom smiled at the both of you.

"come down at the booth, we will be eating there, omg! you look so good!" she exclaimed when she looked over at me. earning a laugh from you.

Time has passed and all of you have already eaten dinner. it was already night but the moonlight was so bright. there are few people whos around you, most of them are some people who's a close friends.

you sat down by the scorching fire feeling the warm heat. you still had your bikini, paige was sitting down infront of you talking to some of her siblings while taking glances towards your way time to time, giving you small smiles, bit that smile immidiately faded when some group of boys have invited you to play volleyball, since there was a big light displayed in your area, it was easy to play.

you decided to play to pass some time completely ignoring the way paige was glaring at you.

While you played, some boys are very touchy with you, when you moved back slightly a hand will reach your waist, but being too focused on the game you payed no mind to it. but paige defienately mind it too much. when it came to the point where they became too touchy to bare for paige's sight, she yanked your hand and dragged you back to your hotel room. your taken back from her actions also causing the boys to stop and look at the both of you. once both of you have reached the elevator she grabbed your jaw making you look at her. "what the fuck was that?" she tilt her head. eyebrows furrowed teeth gritting, she looked seriously mad and all you could do was raise both of your eyebrows because you seriously didn't know. "what did i do?" your eyebrows furrowed and she shaked her head looking down.

once the elevator opened she was quick to drag you to your hotel room, swinging the door agressively and shutting them loud enough for the whole building to hear. she pinned you to the door her grip on your was seriously tight her eyes having a scary demeanor as you bit your lip.

"acting like a total slut out there? lets see how you'll be acting now."

A/N : LMK if you guys want part 3 for this (gotta beg for it tho) 😋 jokeeeees 🤭 part 3 may lead to angry sex.

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#can we have both. (via wronglennon)

#help! is beatles-produced beatles rpf (via ccsario)

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#i think about celebrity tax returns probably as much as i think about them fucking.#especially when you pull up old tax forms from the 60s (or earlier) to see what they looked like#spoiler: they're so weird 😭 we're spoiled today (via surrealisticduvet)

i feel like people are seeing this as antagonistic towards sexual rpf. but what if its like “fuckkk john im sick and tired of these forms” “lets have sex paul” paul wipes his sweaty forehead with a towel embroided with john’s initials on it. “im not in the fucking mood john.” what then. (via cogneartive)

i just laughed much too hard at this thanks op

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#truly the face of a guy going “youve got to do your taxes” (via tenderlady)

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prev is estrangedfiances

#sorry prev#you’re not a chad tax evader if you’re rich (via destrokkit)

#are the beatles movies rpf or do the people being written about have to not be involved#the beatles#also this is just what monkees fanfiction is like. if you consider monkees fanfiction rpf#the monkees when the line between character and real person is nonexistent: (via wyrmalien)

#lmfao johns looking at him like girl what are you sayinggg 😂😂 (via revollver)

#and the degree to which everyone went on expecting paul to wrangle john#including paul and john (via torchlitinthedesert)

#john face is literally 😦#tbf isnt it the accountants' job to do that??#why is john accountant ringing up paul's accountant to ask them to ask paul to ask john to do his taxes#so messy i love it (via comradeharrison)

#the real rpf here should be about the accountants#imagine what those conversations were like (via ohblahdo)

*first conversation w/o yoko present they’ve had in months” Paul: I need to talk to you. John (thinking): omg he loves me yes finally Paul: Have you finished your taxes? (via magzthemad)

#i just love that johns accountants were like#shit johns not doing his taxes. better get his boy bestie to make him do it (via oldmanpusspuss)

#maybe don't write hit song bitching about paying tax that's probably not gonna help george (via cinemaocd)

#anyone else distracted by George’s cunty sunglasses here (via sufjanista)

#i remember george bitching about the 97% income (?) tax in England at one point (via floating-hasselblad)

#McCartney isnt dead he is an adult with taxes (via schaudwen)

#I love this#because truly this is just the tip of the iceberg#when it comes to beatles and tax problems (via thestarsarecool)

#john pleeeeeeeeeeeease do your taxes i don't need another boyfriend of mine to go to jail (via monkberryfields)

#love the immediate devolvement into arguments about the beatles taxes in the replies#really warms my heart to know critical fandom discourse is still alive and well (via paulmccartneyexplodingonstage)

or something

#why didnt he do his goddamn taxes#i dont CARE if you wrote imagine you should do your fucking taxes mr lennon (via hankjwimbleton)

#this was paul saying 'i still love you'#i'm gonna pretend john didn't do his taxes on purpose#just so that paul could bug him about it#and prove he still cared (via notgrungybitchin)

et voilá

(via happytimetravelmilkshake)

#i am here for responsible little brother#telling devil may care big brother#to fill in his tax returns (via stesichoreanpalinode)

#absolutely love how Ringo is sitting there like (via leons-tits)

#he was just a ditzy manic pixie dream girl and Paul was his serious sensible bf fr (via gmaybe666)

#i have dredged the barrel#love that he remembers this but not like...anything else (via scurator)

All You Need Is Love And To Fill Out Your Tax Forms (via thesaltofcarthage)

#you can practically see him saying 'listen man you've got to file your taxes?'#(? not as in question mark but in that trademark raising of pitches at the end that#Paul McCartney and many Scousers do) (via aeolianblues)

#3 normal guys in suits and 1 very lost eccentric billionaire caveman (via buggywyrm)

very interesting that people automatically assume rpf as having sexual content. lets have rpf of the beatles struggling with tax

[trinityandgyatt]

to be honest I hate most of you right now 😍😍

I hop on my fav little app yk just wanting to HAVE A FANDOM AND A COMMUNITY ( and shitpost with Lizzie 💀💀 okay anyway ) and yk what my MINOR ( key word there ) MINORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR eyes see content of a show that is rated FORRRR MINORS ( idk Amazon prime rated it tv 12 so this is evidence )

AND A FANDOM BASED ON A GAME RATED 7. FOR MINORRRRSSSSS AND LIKE 90% OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MINORSSSS

( emphasis on the word minors again because some of you DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS ) I see sexual shit like incest AND LIKE GENUINELY DISTURBING SEXUALSATION OF ( you guessed it ) MINORS.

I’m not gonna sit here and explain how disgusting it is - don’t get me wrong , it bloody is but the problem I’m really having is that people are acting like it’s not happening AND BEING FRIENDS WITH WITH PEOPLE WHO DID OR ARE DOING THIS STUFF

I’m gonna say 2 things

If your someone who did sexualise minors in the past but don’t do it now - I litterally do not give a shit if your like “ reformed “ now - you still did it - a CRIME is a CRIME , you sexualised minors which guess what it’s illegal. If you want to change , go change - but your not a part of this fandom no matter how much you think you can just join back because your like a changed person , mistakes are mistakes and consequences are consequences, no matter how sorry you are - if you did it you ARE NOT in this fandom . seriously go get some help and actually change your ways , but you will never be a part of the fandom again or atleast shouldn’t be .

those acting like it’s not happening OR EVEN WORSE being friends with people who have or are sexualising minors is JUST AS BAD - no you don’t have to bring drama to your blog by ranting about it like be , just block or report them and that’s that - if you don’t want to do that , then I’m sorry but your just as bad - acting like it’s not happening is NOT solving the issue - OR WORSE BEING FRIENDS WITH THEM IS GENUINELY NOT GOOD YOUR NOT INNOCENT IF YOUR FRIENDS WITH THEM ( even if your not doing it yourself )

this fandom is small - WE DO NOT NEED A FRACTION OF IT BEING PEDOS OR CHILD SEXUALISERS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BLOCK THOSE WHOVE DONE IT AND DONT JUST EGNORE IT . if you don’t act on this situation and atleast block them you are just as bad .

we have people leaving the fandom because they are uncomfortable with the people sexualising minors - to which I say FAIR ENOUGH I ain’t wanna be here either I’m litterally just here for shits and giggles with Lizzie and like 10 blogs who are normal and cool

So corny and Lincoln ahh but together we actually can drive these people out and get like a good fandom - people just need to SIMPLY BLOCK THEM

I rest my case

TLDR :

. we have a serious problem in our fandom with child sexualisation

. block people who are doing it and if your not willing to or want to be friends with people who are doing it then you are just as bad as them

. even if you did it in the past and feel bad now - you still need to leave and for your own good and everyone else’s get some help

. if we want the old fandom back we have to drive these people out by force

[3liza]

Really curious about your experience taking and deciding to take finasteride. I’m transmasc and I’ve got diffuse thinning from autoimmune/ autoimmune meds/ low dose testosterone, and would actually really love to have less body hair. I wonder how you balanced the possible side effects given that there’s a huge contingent saying anything from “I took it for 2 weeks and now have debilitating brain fog” to “I took it for a year and my dick shriveled up but I kept taking it and now my dick is stuck like this” etc.

long post

i'm not on T at the moment, the only hormone im taking is 5mg progestin/day for menstrual suppression, so idk how helpful my information will be. but here it is anyway

im taking 1mg a day finasteride, sometimes forgetting to take it, and i got mine from AllDayChemist. tthe effects i've noticed are first, that my nails are now growing annoyingly fast, but unfortunately they dont seem very strong so i have to cut or file them every couple days. this seems promising because as recently as a couple years ago i was still growing genetically long, strong nails just like my mom and my nail decline over the past couple years seems to suggest some sort of problem with them.

as for hair, i already have very long hair, and it's properly spiral curly, so determining exactly how much longer it has gotten in a period of time can be tricky, but i THINK it is also growing faster. when it's wet in the shower is when i can see where it is reaching relative to my back/hips, and it seems like it has grown back down to my tailbone very quickly since the last trim. I also see a lot of baby hairs around the observable areas on my hairline, and my widow's peak (which has always been very defined even when i was a kid, it's not a pattern baldness widow's peak) has a handful of what look like new hairs that are the appropriate length to have started growing since i started finasteride. also, and this is the biggest relief, when i brush my hair i am shedding a LOT less. like maybe 20-30% of the hair that i used to lose in my hairbrush is there now. i initially started this finasteride experiment because my shedding was getting so bad and i was noticing significant volume loss, so only seeing a fraction of the hairball size in my hairbrush as i used to is really great

naturally i neglected to take any "before" photos because im just not that organized, so my data sucks.

as for other effects.....i really havent noticed any at all. my brain fog is bad all day everyday at my baseline, so it's possible that anything finasteride is contributing is just being lost in the background noise. however, on the other hand, the obsessive self-monitoring of the sick person may also mean im in a good position to notice that kind of thing. i dont know.

i think my eyelashes are being affected positively. i forgot to take finasteride for about three days last week and noticed that i lost about six eyelashes that day, so i think they were finasteride lashes but who knows.

as for feminizing effects, like i said, i usually pluck my beard hairs (im fem-presenting rn) on about a monthly basis, and i have about four or five of them on my chin, and a peach fuzz mustache with five or six darker hairs that i shave or pluck sometimes too. since starting finasteride most of the beard hairs just havent grown in. i haven't noticed any breast tenderness or body feminization, i think i look about the same naked as i always do, so i dont think im getting any body fat redistribution either. i havent noticed any sexual effects either but i'm in a semi-asexual period at the moment anyway so im not sure how much i would notice finasteride changing that stuff anyway.

i think the online drug effects anecdotes are a valuable source of data, but that the data is generally low quality. the people reporting on what they think are side effects are extremely impressionable and also suck at noticing confounding factors, and stuff that's very personal and very psychological like erectile dysfunction are basically impossible to get good data for outside of a lab. it's one of the most vulnerable factors to placebo/nocebo effects, and erectile function declines with age anyway at about the same time people start taking finasteride, so i just dont think reddit posts are trustworthy on this topic. someone could easily have turned 35, started taking finasteride because they were losing enough hair for it to bother them (normal at that age), and then also started experiencing age-related erection decline at the same time for reasons unrelated to finasteride, and just done the human thing of associating the two unrelated events. on the other hand hormones are weird and theres every reason to expect an exogenous drug thats doing stuff to your "masculine" endogenous hormones could affect your penits. its not unrealistic at all.

drug companies bend over backwards to hide side effects that only come to light many years after a large general population is exposed to a drug. so i dont think you can discount this stuff either. i just tend to assume most of the reddit side effects are partially bad data and partially exaggerated, even as i take them seriously.

in conclusion hormones are truly weird and have unpredictable effects. i think it's probably not the case that trialing a low dose of finasteride for a few months would permanently damage you, but i cant state that with certainty because idk,. shit happens and there are edge cases for everything.

edit: i just remembered i used an epilator on my legs around the same time i started taking it. i dont have a lot of body hair normally so idk how good this data is, but i THINK my leg hair has been growing back less, and thinner, than it was before i yanked em all out. kind of hard to tell since epilators usually cause really bad ingrowns on me, i dont really have the right hair texture to be using one in the frist place. but this epilation growback SEEMS less hairy than it usually is.

[kittilumpo]

started a thing in the replies and wouldnt u know it it got so mich longer than the five lines it started as

(team phantom is typing, technus is speaking out loud in the game, the lone t is a lil middle finger, and danny hasnt told them WHO he's dating just that they ARE dating - because it started with him telling them he just "has a stalker lmao" and once they realized he was serious sam was like "KICK HIM IN THE NUTS AND RUN" and tucker was like "bail" so danny has been teasing them with the mystery of who tim could possibly be)

Ghost_Boy: omfg sam u dont grt it he BOUGHT ME ECTOPLADM!!!

CHAOS: frm WHR???

Ghost_Boy: who CARES???

FryerTuck: gotta pnt

CHAOS: no pnt NO PNT da

Ghost_Boy: rude :p

CHAOS: git gud

CHAOS: gud brn

FryerTuck: brn?

Ghost_Boy: brn?

CHAOS: *brain

FryerTuck: LOL

Ghost_Boy: RUDE >:P

[LEVEL COMPLETE]

CHAOS: theres only so much about ur sUpEr PeRfEcT bOyFrIeNd i can take during gamenite man

FryerTuck: speak for urself i am LIVING for these stalker upd8s!

FryerTuck: this is the only place secure enough to talk and you WILL let him talk about his tea!

Ghost_Boy: still not how the phrase works but ur getting closer

FryerTuck: thats literally how you used it last time??

CHAOS: *u're

Ghost_Boy: sam: shut up

Ghost_Boy: tucker: no u spill the tea or u get the tea u dont talk about the tea

FryerTuck: dum

CHAOS: wat r u a rrb??

FryerTuck: only dum kidz spel it dumB

CHAOS: dum

CHAOS: dny?

FryerTuck: #Ghost_Boy bro??

CHAOS: ogm hes txting his stalker again

FryerTuck: im telling u thyre toast getting creepy ghost married

CHAOS: *totes

FryerTuck: in like gz with skltn rmy and evythn

FryerTuck: w/e t

CHAOS: t0u0t

FryerTuck: not fair i hate emotes

Ghost_Boy: i mean i hear his gmas ring is still in the attic at his old house :eyes::eyes:

Ghost_Boy: aw man :'(

CHAOS: dnt wry man we'll all see the eyes some day

CHAOS: nxt lvl pls now

Ghost_Boy: u kno that one message is creepier than my bf

FryerTuck: its rly not bro

CHAOS: he has ur dna

CHAOS: he has a LAB to RUN ur dna

CHAOS: HE SNEAKED A CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE INTO YOUR DRINKS

Ghost_Boy: YEAH cuz he KNEW it would make me FEEL BETTER!!

CHAOS: BECAUSE HE STALKED YOUR INFO USING SEALED GVMT EXPERIMENT RECORDS

Technus: Kids Are We Fighting Or What Here?

FryerTuck: dnys texting his bf and sam is convinced dny needs boundaries

Technus: The Sleepy Rich Boy With The Spandex Bird Suit?

FryerTuck: wut

CHAOS: THE WHAT SUIT???

Ghost_Boy: DUDE STOP STALKING MY BOYFRIEND!!

CHAOS: OH THATS RICH COMING FROM YOU FOLDER FULL OF SLEEPING PICTURES TAKEN FROM THE FIRE ESCAPE BOY

Technus: He Does Have Many Pictures Of Danny From Closed Circut Television Cameras!

Technus: Most Of Which He Does Not Legally Own Or Have Permission To Access!

Tenchus: Very Impressive!

Ghost_Boy: he LIKES taking pics!

CHAOS: FROM CCTVS!!!

FryerTuck: ya that cray man

Ghost_Boy: you dont know that

Ghost_Boy: ???

FryerTuck: dude closed circ tvs thats what cctv stands for

Ghost_Boy: oh

FryerTuck: dude?? ure in college????

Technus: He Is Still Not Good In English.

Technus: One Might Say He Is In Fact Very Bad Still!

Ghost_Boy: i cant afford a tutor!!

FryerTuck: u culd ask ur Sleepy Rich Boy to pay for one for u

Ghost_Boy: dude gross no

Ghost_Boy: hes npt my sugar daddy DX

Ghost_Boy: i m NOT making him pay for stuff for me!

FryerTuck: sam literally pays ur rent

Ghost_Boy: im not dating SAM

Ghost_Boy: hey where is sam

Technus: She Has Entered The Next Level And Is Destroying Entire Sections Of Terrain At Random!

Ghost_Boy: ah

FryerTuck: makes sens

Technus: If Financial Destitution Is Your Only Problem Ghost_Boy: >:( Technus: Then Why Do You Not Just Ask The Sleepy Rich Boy's Brother For His Assistance For Free Instead?

Technus: I Have It On Spectacular Authority That He Greatly Enjoys All Things Literature And Classic!

Ghost_Boy: which brthr hes got like 9

Technus: The Murder One!

FryerTuck: the what

Ghost_Boy: that helps but still doesnt narrow it down

FryerTuck: what the fuck????

Ghost_Boy: relax they do it much anymore apparently

FryerTuck: this does not??? make me relax???

Ghost_Boy: its like a bat thing i guess

Ghost_Boy: after u join u cant murder anymore or ur out of the club or smth

FryerTuck: BAT???

Technus: AHEM!

Technus: As I, Technus, Was Saying!

Technus: The Shooty Murder Brother Might Help You If You Ask Him Nicely Enough!

Technus: And Perhaps Offer A Favor Or Two As Payment For His Tutoring Services!

(sam eventually calms down enough to read the group chat and goes apeshit again; other than that, this is where my brain ends lol

tho an alt path is technus says "the dead one" instead of murdery one and then when danny is yet more confused he says "the shooty one in the red helmet" and danny is like "oh yeah" and tuck is like "shooty??" and the inclusion of the bats remains a mystery for a little longer~)

Dead Tired Stalker AU

AKA "Tim Drake is a little obsessive, possessive, and really, really likes his new boyfriend (Danny)" prompt idea!! No non-con, violence, or dead doves. Brief reference to human experimentation.

Inspired by this one post where Tim kept a methodical journal of Danny's resting pulse, body temperature, weaknesses, tracked him literally all the time, and Danny was like *heart-eyes* (I can't find the post now but please, I need it-)

I like the idea of Tim's idea of love being completely a bit skewed. He was neglected as a kid and craved attention, affection, being wanted; so, understandably, he assumes that's what other people want, too. He'd only had one boyfriend before. Kon was sarcastic, funny, and sweet, but even he couldn't handle Tim's... staring. The unblinking intensity in those eyes, the hundreds of pictures of himself on Tim's phone, somehow Tim knowing about Kon's conversations and experiences without having been there.

Needless to say, Tim and Kon's relationship ended with a harsh reiteration that most people need boundaries.

So, when Tim meets this very cute messy-haired boy at Gotham-U, he shoves down the instinctive urge to know everything. Mentally captures moments, memorizes them, instead of taking pictures. Shoves earbuds in to avoid listening in on Danny's conversations (oh, his name's Danny, which he overheard when the boy was speaking with the TA).

It's so hard not to obsess, though. Danny is... well, he's haunting. His crystalline eyes make Tim's heart stutter in his chest, chills rising along his arms; he swears there's this aura around Danny that's just utterly compelling. (Stop it, Tim, you'll scare him off.) But Tim can actually be a person sometimes, so he just asks, "Do you want to go out for coffee with me sometime?" And he's psyched when Danny says yes!! (He tries really, really hard not to memorize the fact that Danny likes hot oatmilk chai lattes, uses his left hand to hold his drink, and prefers not to use a coffee sleeve. Does Danny always hold his cups by the lid? Does he prefer- Tim stops himself.)

And Tim is a great boyfriend!! They go on dates (he doesn't avidly stare at the way Danny's eyes sparkle while at Gotham-U's planetarium). Tim learns Danny's favorite music the normal way (he doesn't hack into Danny's Spotify... although he's suddenly found himself listening to an artist named Ember). And Tim has a totally normal album of pictures of his boyfriend on his phone (his burner phone is a different matter entirely, but not even Batman himself could get it unlocked. Tim's got that phone sealed up tighter than the Fortress of Solitude).

Except Tim notices Danny becoming more withdrawn. More tired, dark bags under his eyes and stealing Tim's double espresso (he never does that, it's too bitter for him, why isn't he drinking his oatmilk latte?). Leaning his head on Tim's shoulder during lectures to take naps. And Tim's becoming more frantic the more lethargic Danny becomes.

Maybe he's more like Bruce "Contingency Plan" Wayne than he's willing to admit. Tim sets a hard boundary for himself: I'm just going to Google his symptoms. That's it.

He spends the next 42 hours obsessively researching Danny: hacks into his phone, downloads all his previous location history, texts, calls, background checks everybody Danny's been in contact with. Re-traces his steps down to the minute, finds all his Google searches, activates Danny's laptop webcam. He's determined to find out what's wrong with his boyfriend.

And because Tim is Red Robin, who literally became part of the Batfam because of his stalking tendencies and is one of the greatest detectives since Batman, he finds out. He finds out that Danny Fenton is one Phantom, a vigilante from Amity; finds obscure clips of newspapers mentioning a young boy's tragic death, discovers the GIW, uncovers classified information containing metahuman experimentation (let's say he doesn't quite know about Ghosts, but Metas are close enough).

Somehow, he makes a connection between ectoplasm and the Lazarus Pit (maybe not necessarily the right connection, but something-adjacent). After all, Jason was resurrected via "Evil Baja Blast" and Ra's al Ghul used it to make himself immortal. It would make sense that the GIW could sample Lazarus Pit water and use it to experiment on metahumans. So... Does Danny just need more Lazarus Pit water?

Cue Tim making use of the Drake and Wayne family wealth to literally overnight mason jars full of Lazarus water. Ra's al Ghul has no idea how it happened. He tests the reaction of Danny's DNA and the Lazarus water only to realize he was right. (Lazarus Pit waters are just excessively concentrated ambient ectoplasm, I guess?)

Tim does what any good boyfriend would do and spikes Danny's oatmilk lattes with Lazarus Pit water. And it helps. Danny is suddenly so much more energetic, there's that glittering shine to his eyes, and he looks so much healthier. Happier. Tim can't stop staring at him. If anything, he stares more, tries to memorize every angle of his boyfriend's face; he collects more candid pictures than before, always catching the gentle curl of Danny's lips when he's distracted; doesn't disengage the tracking apps or phone mirroring software.

He's just happy that his boyfriend is feeling better, more like himself. It's just a perk that Danny doesn't know about Tim's minor stalking tendencies.

(Danny absolutely knows.)

[gege-wondering-around]

Third Penny Prompt work is out!

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Pick Me Up When Our Eyes Meet

Summary

When Derek gets the chance to save Stiles from the Nogitsune, he doesn't think twice about trying to rescue him by sharing their minds, but he doesn't really think through the consequences of what he'd end up doing for his packmate, which leave Stiles with another problem at hand when he wakes besides a motionless Derek Hale, pale as the death. Now, he has to find a way to wake him up and seal the fox spirit away from them both.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale | Stiles Stilinski | Alan Deaton | Nogitsune (Teen Wolf) | Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Friends to Lovers | Demonic Possession | Mutual Pining | Hurt Derek Hale | Hurt Stiles Stilinski | Hurt/Comfort | Emotional Manipulation | Possessive Behavior | in part two | Not Beta Read | Blood and Violence | Guilt | Getting Together | Tumblr Prompt | Stiles Stilinski Takes Care Of Derek Hale | Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski | Protective Derek Hale | They Are Married Your Honor | Everyone Needs A Hug | Other Additional Tags to Be Added | Spark Stiles Stilinski | Magical Stiles Stilinski | BAMF Stiles Stilinski | Overprotective Stiles Stilinski | Cuddling & Snuggling Language: English Collections: Penny Prompts Words: 8,802 Chapters: 1/2

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alright everyone! this work is for @dontcallpanic who had submitted to me a prompt a while back and that i'm still working on, but this is the first half of it! i hope it can be a good start to get back into writing and i really think it is, besides, lemme know what you think if you read it!

plus, does anyone knows why the link doesn't do the box-y thing????

and here's the usual pretty reminder to @jadezdominion for my usual 'new work post' and i hope @sterekloverforever and @patolemus dont mind if i tag them! maybe you'll like this work too!

this said, have a nice read if you decide to join in on the ride!

[scyeschef]

Thinking about her doing her zendaya laugh again...

[electoons]

I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution

[apathyfairy]

last year i found a wii at goodwill for 25 dollars and it came with everything except a wiimote but it was in such good condition i was like hell yeah ill take it how hard can it be to find a wiimote. the answer is it's nearly impossible to find them at thrift stores now so i've spent like 8 months looking for ones in thrift stores but there wasn't a single one and then online but i just couldn't bring myself to spend 30 dollars on one single wiimote so i waited so. patiently. and then 2 weeks ago i finally found one at goodwill for 9 dollars but it was absolutely disgusting and the battery cover was missing and the compartment was all corroded so i put it back and regretted it the whole week but then this last weekend i went to savers and there was an absolutely perfect wiimote just sitting there with no corrosion and a jacket and the wrist strap and motion plus and the nunchuck was there too and i got it all for 10 dollars so the moral of the story is that sometimes things seem right for you in the moment but you have to recognize that they aren't and leave them behind so the things that are meant for you will in fact find you when the time is right. peace and love <3

[spiderziege]

art might be kind of slow for a little bit because i started making a tablecloth by accident

[amygdalae]

have never understood why squatting is considered a crime. loitering too. sir you have been arrested for the crime of....chilling. and hanging out. and taking a little nap

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

An aspect of Hilda the series that I feel isn’t talked about enough is the colonizer’s guilt and how it affects the main character.

What made me write this was watching the third episode of the new season, but honestly, it’s something we see throughout the whole series. Starting out with the elves in the northern counties, and moving on to trolls and now giants. Every season that came out gave us a chance to see Hilda deal with the feelings that arise from living in a society she knows is built on the occupation of another people’s native land and the oppression of those inhabitants.

She knows it’s not her fault, she knows she’s not the colonizer, but she’s well aware that she’s in the privileged side of her society. Seeing her grapple with the fact that her very existence in these spaces is only possible because someone else is getting the short end of the stick, to me at least, makes her that much more interesting of a character.

Because it’s not a matter of fixing what she’s done, but the privilege is still there and not even well hidden when she sees the day to day life of the people whose land has been occupied by humans/trolbergians. So whenever we see her rush to aid them, her borderline desperation to fix what’s been broken, it’s even more captivating because it’s not just the usual “I love helping people and having adventures” gist, there’s always this undertone of guilt for something she hasn’t personally done but still knows has to be held accountable for.

Hilda knows the type of oppression that people like her get away with. And she wants no part in it.