#i'm forcing myself to do these when i see them because i want to do them but then i FORGET

[adrianastrix]

I would like to add that you can know an artist by their work, but not surface-level things like "is attracted to x" or "likes y" or "thinks acting like it is fine" just because one or two characters happen to share those traits. Things that come from the author usually become patterns throughout their whole fiction, and the pattern might seem "likes x, dislikes y", but if you read an author's biography, it might immediately become "oh, it's the author's abusive parent here" or "oh, it's the author's pleasant memories about their childhood or college", or "hey author's spiritual beliefs/existential conflicts, haven't seen you in a whole 20 seconds, would you believe it!".

I can say with confidence that any character I spend long enough developing end up with traits from me (and not just traits I like in me), but it's not a conscious, planned process, so it's hard to gauge the "me/not me" ratio in any of them without a lot of introspection. Even for me, the one who created them and supposedly know myself better than anyone.

In Ryoko's case (though it might be a hell of a projection), I felt a kindred soul in the "scientific fascination" club. Science and scientific interest is always regarded as something cold and calculated, that disregards basic empathy and decency, but it's the same as saying that love is cold and calculating because you only see TV psychopaths exhibiting it. The main difference between scientific interest and love is that, when you love something, you are attracted to it and want it closer to you. With scientific interest, you don't need to love the thing. You might even start by hating it. But you need to understand it, and, if you are honest in your scientific ethics, you will want to present your object of study was accurately as possible and will force yourself to not disregard its virtues because of your bias. Because bias weaken arguments and open yourself to attack by rival scientists.

And that, I think, is one of the reasons Delicious in Dungeon can be so appealing to people even if Ryoko herself don't care much for most foods or by certain body types. She was presenting her world as a scientist sees nature: fascinating by what it is, by it's variety and mystery. It's not disgusting or scary because you don't like or understand it, that's exactly what intrigues you.

I'm pretty sure that, despite her neighbour being off-putting to her with his habit of taking out the trash semi-naked, in the face of something she doesn't like or understand, the scientist in her didn't went "ew, he must be dangerous or disgusting", but "why would someone (that I have other evidence towards being 'normal') act in that way I don't like or understand?". And that's why Senshi isn't a walking gag screaming "BEING SEMI-NAKED IS FUNNY BECAUSE IT'S DISGUSTING AND NO ONE NORMAL WOULD DO THAT", but a person that might be a bit eccentric, but is otherwise normal and functional. Like her neighbour. And, like her neighbour, some people also find him funny and a bit off-putting and some people are thirsty for him.

Saw this on Twitter and I obligatory need to share it

[paulyenvol6]

Made To Take It

Jackson!Joel x female!reader

Part two to this smutty one shot I wrote. Hope you enjoy it :)

Contains: oral (f receiving), fluff, dom!Joel, subby and needy reader, lots of aftercare and sweetness, protective and caring Joel, praise, dirty talk, begging, reader is literally too tired to hold herself up, use of names like princess/babygirl, angst, crying, reader has pubic hair

Wordcount: 4,677

Masterlist

The words hadn't fully reached you.

You had heard them, but weren't entirely aware of their content which was why you flinched in surprise when Joel cupped your mound and pressed his palm against your stubby hair.

"Hey there, 'lil one," he smiled, his eyes soft and his lips pursed and then slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"Joel," you mumbled and turned your head to the side so you faced him.

"Yeah… Tell me how you're feelin'… Tell me what ya need."

A coiling heat spread through your lower belly, the cruel reminder that you hadn't finished yet and as his words to Tommy hadn't penetrated the cloudiness of your mind, you had no reason to believe that it would change any time soon. Angry and frustrated tears welled in your eyes and glistened on your lashes and although you were beyond tired and exhausted, all you could think about right now was finishing.

"Please… Please I need to cum, fuck… You were mean not lettin' me cum too," you complained and allowed the tears to roll down your face as you were gripped by a defiant and desperate rage that was only enhanced by your tiredness. You simply didn't care about anything, but the desires of your body and were too exhausted to restrain yourself.

You had broken eye contact, your lips forming a pout while Joel adjusted himself next to you and then took hold of the side of your face with a sigh, forcing you to look up to him.

"I'm gonna let ya cum, angel. If you play by my rules."

He teasingly circled your entrance, dipping two fingers in, but not giving you quite the satisfaction yet which frustrated you so much, part of you wished he would just stop and you could make yourself cum on your own fingers. But then you wouldn't see his beautiful face anymore and wouldn't enjoy the pleasure of hearing his arousing voice, and you didn't even want to start with his thick fingers. You knew how well he was capable of making you feel, he had proven that earlier when he had toyed with your clit. All you had to do was make him give in to you instead of teasing you.

"I'm even thinkin' about goin' down on ya," Joel continued, pressing his palm against you, missing your clit by inches. You were sure he was torturing you on purpose.

"Maybe I'm gonna eat your sweet 'lil pussy 'cause you've been such a good girl earlier, but I'm only gonna do it if you behave yourself. If you do as I say an' shut up when I tell you to an' don't squirm. You understand me?"

"Yes Joel," you replied, your voice thick with tension because you were scared to make one wrong move. The prospect of him diving between your legs turned you on so much, your head began to spin and your surroundings became indistinct.

Joel clearly noticed your reaction and chuckled. "Good."

He was about to crawl to kneel between your legs, but before he could you reached out to touch his chest and stopped him.

"Please… Can I clean myself first," you asked, no, rather whined and Joel almost broke at your big doe eyes. He didn't though.

"No. I'll get you cleaned up afterwards. Look way too pretty like this."

Discontentment surfaced on your face and for a brief moment he wished he had accepted Tommy's offer to assist in making you cum because his brother would have been quick to put you in your place. Joel could do it too when it really mattered, but he had to admit that Tommy was better and stricter than he was, even if that wasn’t always how he came across to others.

"Don't even start with that pout o'yours. I told ya, you can be lucky I'm gonna make you finish and not just throw you outta the house an' join my brother."

You nodded and averted your gaze which Joel considered a sign that you had yielded and he decided to proceeded with his initial plan. He settled between your legs, sensing how weak and tired you must be when he parted your lifeless legs and then put a hand on your hip. You truly were a sight for the eye, covered in cum and tears, your hair messy and sweat reflecting the dim light on almost every part of your body. You were a mess, but the kind Joel more than welcomed.

You didn't react when Joel crawled down your body, your head still thrown to the side, but he made a mental note to change that soon. Once his head was on the same height as your pussy, his face hovering right above your mound, he pinned down your knees so you couldn't close your legs around him and glanced up to you.

"Eyes on me. I didn't think I'd have to remind ya, babygirl."

Your eyes snapped open at his words so he knew he hadn't lost every respect and dominance now that his brother was gone. You were still able to obey him and he silently triumphed. Joel rewarded you by rubbing over your inner thigh and then lowered his face to your pussy, pressing a slow, but forceful and sensual kiss to your clit.

Your first reaction was resistance, your body overstimulated and swollen after hours of teasing and taunting so you arched under him and let out a heart-breaking sob.

"Shhhh," Joel cooed you, his grip on your hips tight and firm so you couldn't jolt away.

"You're gonna like it. Gonna like what I'm doin', just lemme go on, alright? Your 'lil clit's gonna enjoy it, I promise."

Joel almost wanted to ask if you had never been eaten out before based on your reaction but perhaps it was just your exhausted and overwhelmed body speaking, which surely yearned for a break after the way Tommy and him had wrecked you. Joel carefully started to kitten-lick your bundle of nerves and soon your cries actually turned into quiet moans and a little later your hands enclosed around the sheets, your lips parted as your breath hitched in your throat and your body trembled in anticipation. You poor girl…

A twisted part of him found pleasure in seeing you like this, wrecked, used and completely at his mercy. Your beautiful body so wonderfully marked and Tommy and his doings so clearly visible with a single glimpse at your tits and face. It filled him with sheer pride and fulfillment.

But of course you were now at a point where you truly deserved to reach your high as well and so Joel didn't waste much time teasing you and instead went straight to work, sucking your throbbing clit in his mouth and rubbing over the underside with the tip of his tongue, a technique he had perfected over the years and that had a satisfactory effect on you as well.

Your sleepy body did things you yourself hadn't believed it to be capable of, your back arching from the mattress, your toes curling and digging into the bed and your hips shifting when he flicked your clit to the side. When he additionally worked two fingers inside of you, your eyes rolled back and you reached for him with your hands without really knowing what you wanted. Joel seemed to though, and grabbed them with one large hand, pinning them down on top of your stomach while his other kept you wide open for him.

"That's a good girl…," Joel growled, the vibrations transferring over to your body and making a shiver run down your back where new sweat gathered.

"You're gonna cum for me, mhm? Your poor pussy needs it so badly, right?"

He curled his fingers at his words and you rejoiced, your teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip while you repeatedly blinked, trying to catch up to the things he was making you feel.

"Please," you cried and Joel frowned seeing new tears spill from the corner of your eyes.

"Whatcha need, pretty girl…," he whispered trying to make his voice sound as soft as possible and ran his thumb over your knuckles in fear of that he was doing something you didn't like.

"Need to cum, please… Please Joel, I…"

You didn't end the sentence but Joel had a pretty strong idea of what you were going to say so with a grin, he connected his mouth with your pearl again while simultaneously curling his fingers again to hit that spongy spot that was hidden so deep inside of you and surely was never found by your dumb little boyfriends. Joel was motivated by the way your body flexed, feeling sure about the fact that you were close to cumming and glided over the sensitive underside of your clit over and over again, savouring your salty taste on his tongue and occasionally blowing some air over the nub which made you shiver every time.

"Oh my sweet girl… You need it that badly, huh? Turned you on so much suckin' our dicks, hm?" he whispered when you buckled up your hips, your hands moving under his grasp.

"Sh shh… Just like that, stay still for me," Joel purred and sucked your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he applied pressure to the sensitive little bud.

When he looked up to you again, noticing how your eyes watered a crease appeared between his brow and he raised his head from your pussy for a moment to check in with you. He did all of this for you – well, not entirely, but in its core, yes – so he wanted you to feel good of course.

"What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked with a voice as soft and gentle as a blow of the wind.

"You in pain? Is it too much for you, do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whimpered and pulled your hands back under his grip which made him finally release them so that you could wipe over your eyes.

"Don't stop, Joel, please…," you sobbed, your body trembling and your legs trapping him between your legs, but now that Joel intended to take care of you rather than use you for his pleasure like the Miller brothers had done earlier, he knew that he would feel bad if he continued without paying attention to your crying.

"Why you cryin' mhm? You feel sad or – or somethin' wrong?"

If only you were able to answer him. You didn't know why the tears had started streaming down your cheeks again, but now that they did you felt awful and wanted them to stop as quickly as they had come. You enjoyed Joel's touch so much and didn't want him to think that he was doing something wrong. And what you definitely didn't want was for him to stop.

"N-No," you whimpered and reached down to grab his locks. "Please. Please, go on, Joel, I need it. I don't know why m'cryin', everything's fine, I swear."

Part of you couldn't believe that this was the same man that had split you open on his cock half an hour ago and had laughed at your pathetic yelps with his brother. You had been able to sense a certain tenderness about him back then too, but now the only thing he seemed to care about was your well-being and as much as you had come to enjoy their rough treatment, you were also able to appreciate Joel's kindness and the way he took care of you. Half an hour ago you didn't have to do anything except stay still and leave all of your body parts available while the two men wrecked and used you for their liking. Now, you also felt like you didn't have to do anything, but that was because Joel was here to keep you safe and protected while giving you the most thrilling kind of pleasure and apparently that was his priority above everything else.

"You sure?" he asked, still not giving in although you pressed his head down – to be fair, your hands couldn't apply a lot of force – and gave you a stern look.

"Yes. Please, Joel, I promise, I want it."

His eyes wandered over your face from one ear to the other like he would be able to find the source of the tears somewhere in your expression, but then lowered his head, said nothing more and went straight back to work with the same passion as before.

The two fingers that were snug inside of you started to move again, the tips tapping against your g-spot while his lips and tongue stimulated your clit. He tried something new now, gently taking the swollen nub between his teeth with the hope that you were down for pleasure that bordered on a little bit of pain and luckily the squeal seemed to be caused by joy rather than fear.

Joel's forehead wrinkled as he looked up to you, his chest tightening at your parted lips and your glowing skin. Your face radiated heat and lust as well as sheer joy and delight about what he was doing to you and Joel couldn't have been more proud. When your hands in his hair tightened, your nails leaving a sting in his scalp, he growled lowly in his throat and added a third finger. You whinced, rocking your center against his face and felt like the world around you was about to collaps.

"Joel, I think… Ughh fuck, I think I'm close," you whimpered and were surprised by the fact that the words were relatively understandable.

"I know, babygirl," he hummed, palming your hipbone in a soothing manner while he put even more effort into circling your clit.

It was almost a possessive action, using his lips and tongue on you like he wanted to prove to you that no one would be as good as him and something made you believe that it perhaps was the truth. How would anyone be able to top this? How would anyone be able to make you see stars the way Joel did right now? How could a tongue feel warmer and more endearing than his? How could you ever move on from this? But these were all questions you could ask yourself at a later time because right now you were focused on your breathing and not fainting. The air in the room was hot and stuffy, your body exhausted and dehydrated and your head spinned with arousal.

"Come for me, little one…," Joel whispered and also picked up the speed with which he pressed against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

"C'mon… Soak my chin, I know you want it so bad."

And then you finally came and it was one of the most heavenly experiences of your life. Heat spread in your tummy, but now it wasn't the uncomfortable and overstimulating kind, but one that hugged and embraced you like a warm blanket or warm water that was streaming down your tummy. Your thighs tingled and prickled and over all it just felt like a giant weight was dropping of your heart and all you could do was stare at Joel between your legs with your mouth open while the pleasure just wouldn't fade.

"Fuck. Joel, fuck…," you cried and arched on the bed, your head thrown back although the view of his gorgeous face between your legs had been captivating. His eyes were so dark, you couldn't distinct between his pupils and iris, his lips and chin covered with your wetness and his brow sweaty like eating your pussy was an sporting competition.

"There ya fuckin' go…," Joel growled and slapped your outter thigh roughly, licking a strip from your hole up to your clit to savour your juices and then raising his face to take a look at you. And god, what he saw made him want to laugh and sigh equally. Your eyes were closed, your breathing heavy, but evenly, but what was the main reason for the way his heart fluttered was the slight pout on your lips.

"Oh jesus…," Joel chuckled to himself and was fast to crawl up to you, your lids flinching when his weight pressed you into the bed. He was careful though, resting most of his body weight on the knee between your legs and his elbows he propped himself on as he hovered over you.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he demanded and lifted the corner of his mouth as you didn't react at all.

"C'mon, baby, needa make sure that you're good."

He cupped your chin, gently tilting your head and then your lashes moved and you looked up to him through tired and hazy eyes. A soft cry left your throat and Joel couldn't help himself and pursed his lips while trying to process the adorable picture. You were so sweet, he would have dived right back between your thighs to give you one high after the other if he hadn't had so much empathy with you and your fucked-out body.

"Oh my… Someone's gotten all sleep, right?" he murmured and grabbed the side of your face to run his thumb over your cheekbone.

"C'mon, open your eyes for me, love. You can go to sleep soon, just needa check up on ya 'n' then we're gonna get ya cleaned an' then you're gonna eat 'n' drink somethin'."

The protesting whine was more than clear, but Joel remained uncompromising and squeezed your bicep.

"Babygirl…," he said softly, but with a slight warning. "C'mon, now. I'll take care of ya, alright? Gonna carry you to the bathroom and clean ya up, but you need to cooperate."

He melted at your hands coming up to grasp his thumb and leaned in to kiss your hairline, the stubby beard tickling your skin and making you shift.

"S'okay… I'm gonna take care of ya, don't ya worry…"

You whined again, but this time it was a sound of satisfaction, like a cat purring at the way it was gently petted.

"Yeah, s'right… You did so well, baby. So goddamn well for us… You deserve to get some rest now. S'not gonna take long, I promise."

The grip around his thumb tightened and it took everything in Joel not to just roll of you to lay next to you, pull you snug against him and cuddle you until the both of you were sound asleep. He would have loved to fall asleep with the sound of your sweet moans in his ears and your scent in his nose, but before this would even just become a prospect, he had to clean up the mess on your face, your tits and between your thighs and then make sure that you would drink enough water.

Unwillingly Joel rolled off you, a sigh catching in his throat when you whimpered in frustration and his own body instantly regretting the loss of contact. You still silently cried when Joel slid a hand around your shoulders and one under your knees and lifted you in the air, but when you realised what he was doing, you buried your face in the curve of his neck and nudged your nose against his collarbone which made his mouth curl.

"I know, I know…," he whispered and carefully carried you into the bathroom right next to Tommy's bedroom, turning on the light switch with his elbow and then helplessly searching the room for a place where he could put you down.

You definitely didn't have the strength to hold yourself up if he made you sit on the edge of the bathtub so he chose to lower you onto the carpet that certainly wasn't as comfortable as the bed, but fortunately was quite fluffy and cosy. He moved it to the bathtub with his foot and then slowly put you down, his hand holding the back of your head so you wouldn't bump it against the edge of the tub. You squealed again, your hands immediately searching for his body once his hands had left you and Joel kneeled next to you to kiss the top of your head. You were sitting on the carpet now, your back resting against the bathtub wall and your eyes half-closed.

"I'm right here. Not gonna leave you."

As quickly as possible he grabbed a towel from a cupboard near-by and wettened it while making sure the water from the tap wasn't too cold, but not too hot either. Then Joel returned to his position next to you and placed a hand on your knee.

"Open your legs, alright? I promise I'm gonna be gentle."

Your eyelids quivered, a sign that you had understood him and then parted your legs so that Joel could slip the cloth between them and rub over the insides of your thighs.

"Good girl…," he praised you, thinking that you might need the encouragement right now and then continued to clean you up with the towel and return to the washbasin every now and then to wash it until he was finished with your pussy. He had noticed your squirms from time to time, your clit overstimulated and swollen after the intense night so it was natural that your body rejected the touch of the rough fabric, but Joel had talked you through it and now that he was done with your most sensitive part he rewarded you with a kiss on your cheek right next to your ear.

"See? Wasn't that bad, was it?"

You gave him a nod and put your hand above his that held your head.

"Mhmm," you made and then finally glanced up to him again, your eyes tired, but at least you were able to focus on him.

"Good girl… Don't forget to breathe, mhm?"

"Yes, Joel," you even managed to reply and when Joel briefly pressed your head to his chest it was with pride.

"Yeah, you're being such a perfect girl for me… Now lay back, alright? Gonna clean your tits and face now. It's gonna be even less uncomfortable, babygirl."

With a groan Joel rose to his feet and headed to the washbasin again to wash off the remains of your body fluids and continue to clean the rest of your body. Your feverish skin made him think that you might prefer a cooling touch over the warm towel so this time he soaked it with slightly colder water. Then he knelt down next to you once more and began gently stroking your tits where Tommy's cum had hardened and left a crumbly trail which Joel carefully removed.

You were calm under his touch, your breathing lulled into a soothing cadence and your body completely pliant and welcoming which once again made the burning coil in his stomach revive. Next up on his list was your face which he was even more careful and precise with when he rubbed over your skin and neck. Your pretty eyes were on him at all times and although they looked exhausted and swollen Joel appreciated that you made the effort to pry them open just so that he knew you were still with him. Perhaps you even enjoyed the view, Joel thought with a crooked smirk which you were too tired to register.

"I'll be done soon. We made quite the mess, sweetheart. But you took it so goddamn well, what were we supposed to do?"

There was no reaction except for the the twitch of the corner of your mouth but it might have been caused by the washcloth that was now cleaning your cheeks, still covered with remains of your tears and Tommy's spit.

"But you still look so pretty, babygirl. Always so pretty for us…," Joel whispered and then drew back the cloth, finished with his business now.

"I'm done. Do ya need to pee or do ya want me to carry you back to bed?" Joel asked over his shoulder while carelessly throwing the towel over the edge of the tub.

"To the bed," you replied without hesitation, already stretching your arms longingly towards him.

"Alright. Whatever you want, baby."

You smacked your lips, your eyes softly closing and your upper lashes touching your waterline like feathers lightly falling to the ground as Joel glided one arm under your knees again and the other tightly wrapping around your upper back.

"There we go…," he mumbled while lifting you into the air and then carrying you the few steps back to the bed where he gently lay you down on your back. You had pressed your face against his torso again with the hope that this time the moment might last longer, but you were disappointed again and whined in disapproval at the loss of contact.

"Joel," you whimpered, your heavy eyelids lifting, but then you felt a large hand on your bare shoulder.

"I know. I'll be right there. Just gonna tug you in real quick so you won't get cold later."

Now that was something you could settle with so you remained quiet while Joel pulled the blanket over your frame, ensuring the hem touched you right under your chin. You gave him a sweet smile, your eyes following him like you feared he would vanish if you didn't pay close attention, but fortunately he kept his promise and the next thing he did was slipping underneath the covers right next to you. A muffled cry of sheer joy and satisfaction left your throat and you were quick to crawl to him, a new bubbling energy in your tummy giving you the strength to nestle against his chest, your hands clenching in fists that rested on his stomach.

"You alright?" Joel growled and moved an arm around your shoulders to keep you close against his broad body.

"Yes. But please stay. Don't wanna do anythin' else."

He gave you a nod that you couldn't see but he hoped you might feel and then leaned in to kiss your brow.

"Fine. Even though you really need some water…"

Your head that rested on his collarbone shook in disagreement, your hands possessively pressing down on his ribs to prevent him from leaving.

"No. Joel, please… I just wanna stay like this…"

He lowly chuckled, the vibrations prickling on your skin and your stomach fluttering with nerves while you reflexively had to smile at the happiness and peacefulness he radiated.

"Okay. But if you wake up feelin' thirsty or hungry or if you're feelin' uncomfortable in any way, you wake me up. I'll get you anythin' you need. Even if it's just a glass of water."

Although you felt that with him at your side, there was nothing you could possibly be missing, you nodded.

"Promise me," Joel insisted, his gaze on you to figure out if his words had reached you and his forehead wrinkled.

"Yes. I promise."

He pursed his lips, still in doubt about whether it was wise to give in, but when you crouched against his chest, your fingertips drawing patterns across his torso his mind went blank and there was no space left for any concerns or worries.

In fact, there was no space left in his head for anything except you. He forgot about what he had told Tommy about the two of you joining him downstairs as soon as he had cleaned you up. He forgot about his own rumbling stomach. He forgot about the mental note he had made to himself earlier to make you some tea as soon as he was done with you in the bathroom to help you with your sore throat.

Now, his thoughts were consumed by you, your plump lips, your glowing face and your little hands that felt so firm and determined in your need to make him stay right here, it made his pulse quicken.

"Sleep well, princess," Joel whispered into the darkness and heard you swallow.

"Goodnight, Joel."

He gently stroked the small of your back and it was not just an affectionate and soothing gesture, but also the promise that he would stay here with you for as long as you needed him to.

[taylorklosscomeout138]

You're so right Peach!!!!

This is exactly how I act when I am very upset that those damn Kaylors keep making everything about Karlie !!!

Ugh can you believe that???

I was so annoyed I went and liked and replied to all the comments making it about Karlie AND just to really show those Kaylors that I'm sick of their nonsense I liked all the comments that were made about Kaylor lore in 2025 and how I have the power to single handedly change how people view Kaylor

Do y'all even hear yourselves ?????? This is the exact structure of your argument like are you fr....???????????? You cannot be serious that you saw the comment section enough to know people were pointing out Karlie being there but you did not see that Harley liked those comments and replied to Kaylors??????? As she ignored every Swiftie trying to make it about Tom Hiddleston?? I think she made it clear what she liked and didn't like among the discourse

But what are yall getting out of waking up and bold face lying??? There is 0 way to know some comments were about Karlie but not know that Harley approved of those comments because Harley liked almost all of the ones that said Karlie is here or something about Kaylor lore like??? So you're lying for what?? You don't even believe your own tweet.

Why are y'all so desperate for us to get hated on day in and day out?? Just constantly making posts to try to garner negativity towards us while you simultaneously know you're spreading propaganda

You know all yall are constantly pivoting on purpose every time something seemingly confirms Kaylor is still present, because you literally saw Harley, Ruby Rose's ex gf who knew Taylor, Kayloring on main and you raced to create a fanfiction that she doesn't like us when she already made it clear she does??????? Placing your OWN bizarre desires onto her for her to hate us or be annoyed with us it's just so weird???????

This is actually getting pathetic how bad y'all try to force narratives and twist it every time someone close to Taylor with insider info flags Kaylor or clearly aligns themselves with being a present day Kaylor, which has occured NUMEROUS times, including Liz Huett herself posting someone's entire Kaylor account to her story ON Karlie's birthday 1 week before Karlie showed to Eras Tour, which was also 1 week after Karlie herself interacted with them (myself)

Because I don't know it probably means the obvious answer that Taylor is still with Karlie. Because that's exactly the logical conclusion. Every time. Anything else is always going to be far more of a reach, and an out or your way effort to make it something it's not.

I even saw one of yall start to panic when Harley was only interacting with Karlie/Kaylor comments positively ignoring the rest + the video cuts off exactly after Karlie is shown and yall started pushing she just wants attention 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Harley has her own business and she either formerly worked in modeling or still does. She does not benefit nor make any money from interacting with 0.000001% of the population in a Tiktok comment section, Karlie isn't even mentioned on the actual video itself. That is absolutely insane to jump to a "Kaylor baiting" conclusion rather than she just actually likes Karlie and is a Kaylor because she knows Kaylor is real.

You don't think grown adults have anything better to do than to go out of their way to lie and toy with an extremely small sliver of the fanbase? She gets nothing out of it y'all don't even consider the logistics of what you say, it's just what you want to be the case so you whole heartedly go with it.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Tommy has something to say. (Sequel to: Say Something, I'm Giving Up On You)

Tommy watches Evan sleep, and something painful curls around his heart. Something that wants him to slip underneath the blanket, wrap his arm around Evan, and pull him close until he can feel his heartbeat.

But he can’t do that. 

He can’t hold Evan while he sleeps. But he could hold Evan while they were having sex weeks ago, when their lips were so close they were almost touching, the shared air between them hot and filled with unuttered questions.

They haven’t even talked about … what they are now.

Friends?

Friends with one-time benefits?

Friends for whom you steal a helicopter and get chased by the army and the FBI?

Tommy isn’t sure. He isn’t sure about anything right now, but the - probably pathetic - fact that he’s happy when he can be around Evan. Even with how fragile the ground they are walking on feels right now.

He gently closes the door to allow Evan to get some more rest and sighs, running a hand through his hair.

What a mess.

When Evan texted him, Tommy thought it was because of his grief. Because he needed someone to talk to about Bobby. He didn’t expect Evan to start talking about Eddie first.

“I think I fucked up, Tommy. I … I told Eddie to leave. Because I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take him acting like I’m making Bobby’s death about myself. It made me so angry. I think I destroyed our friendship. I just couldn’t look at him anymore. He said he doesn’t know if I did enough to save Bobby, because he wasn’t there. It’s not fair. How can he say that, Tommy? He knows what Bobby meant to me. He does!

God. Everything is already so broken, and now I broke this too. I feel horrible. And I hoped Eddie would want to talk. That he would want to … to fix this. But he just left. I hate when people do that! Why do they always have to leave.”

Tommy winced at that.

But he was more focused on the way Evan was blaming himself.

“You did the right thing,” he said, pushing his anger away, running his hand over Evan’s back. “Your emotions are valid. And if you needed to be angry at Eddie in that moment. It was valid too."

Evan nodded, but he still looked so sad. So small. So haunted. "It still hurts so much," he said quietly. "And I can't see a future in which it will hurt less."

He cried, and then he fell asleep, exhausted without a doubt.

Tommy pours himself a glass of water in the kitchen and quietly wonders about what he’s supposed to do with himself now. Should he stay and wait for Evan to wake up? Should he leave? Maybe he should take care of dinner … It’s almost painful, though, to look at the fridge. To think back to the day he was making breakfast here. Not for the first time, Tommy curses himself. He shouldn’t have walked out so fast that day … 

Old habits die hard. Old fears, too.

His thought process is interrupted when he hears the front door opening. Surprised, Tommy perks up. His first suspicion turns out to be true.

“Buck?” Eddie walks in and falters when he discovers Tommy, confusion and surprise on his face. “Oh.”

The last time they saw each other, it was at the funeral. They didn’t exchange more than a look and a nod, though. Tommy didn’t have the energy to think about this friendship that ended so abruptly. Not that it was a surprise. He’s used to short-term friendships. But now, looking at Eddie, he feels anger bubbling up inside of him.

After a few heartbeats, Eddie forces a smile on his face, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh. Hey, Tommy. Didn’t expect to see you here. I forgot a bag. Just wanted to pick it up. Is Buck here?”

Tommy doesn’t even try to smile. “He’s sleeping right now.”

Eddie keeps that awkward smile on his face, putting his hands on his hips. “Oh. Alright. I was hoping I could tell him I’m not angry at him or something.”

Tommy grits his teeth. “I don’t think that’s what you should tell him,” he says coldly.

Eddie frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I think you should apologise,” Tommy says, crossing his arms over his chest. “For accusing him of making Bobby’s death about himself. You say that a lot, you know? That he’s making things about himself.”

Eddie looks a bit taken aback for a moment, but then he asks, “What, you keep a list?”, clearly trying to joke his way out of the conversation. 

Tommy looks at him deadpan. “Yes. I do, actually. The bachelor's party. The wedding. That one time when he was trying to communicate his feelings about Chris being in Texas, and you shut that down fast. Now. I keep counting.”

Eddie stares at him, lips slightly parted, brows furrowed. Finally, he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “And? What am I supposed to say? I know Buck. I’ve known Buck much longer than you. It’s something he does. He’s very emotional. He always gets so worked up, and then he spirals. You have to tell him so he notices and pulls himself out of that. Bobby’s death hit us all hard, but I don’t feel like Buck can see that. He’s too deep in his own head for that …”

“His feelings are valid,” Tommy grits out, the rage pulsing in synch with his heartbeat now, his blood rushing in his ears. He can’t believe the things he just heard. “He’s grieving his father figure. He’s allowed to feel as much as he wants. How dare you talk about him like this? Like, he’s not constantly thinking about everyone else? About you and the 118? His friends, his family? He thinks about how he can help everyone, fix everything, hold things together, and you have the audacity to tell him he’s making things about himself?! And don’t get me started on Bobby’s death. You told him that maybe he didn’t do enough? What would you have done, Eddie, huh? What difference would it have made if you had been there? We did everything we could.”

“I never said Buck’s feelings aren’t valid,” Eddie says under his breath, his smile completely gone now, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “And you don’t know what would have been different if I had been there, because I wasn’t. You were there, though. And isn’t that interesting? Wasn’t it you who broke up with him? Wasn’t it you who left him alone in the loft? You walked out. You abandoned him. You didn’t text or call him. And you know who he came to? He came to me. He sat on my couch, and he drank my beer, and he told me what you did to him. So what are you doing here, Tommy, acting like you have the moral high ground?”

Tommy swallows. Eddie’s words do sting. He remembers Evan’s pain-filled eyes all too well. “Yeah, I broke up with him. I never stopped caring about him, though. So when he called, I came. I know what he lost. I know what he needs. Someone who listens. Someone who comforts him. You clearly couldn’t do that, even though you’re supposed to be his best friend. You couldn’t take a moment to listen to him and hug him? Really?”

Eddie chews on his lip, shaking his head. “You know, I’m tired of having this conversation with you. Maybe you should leave, Tommy. Didn’t you think of me as “competition” anyway? That’s how well you know Buck, huh? You think he was in love with his straight best friend all this time? That’s kind of sad, bro, I’m not going to lie.”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me bro,” Tommy bursts. “Not when you immediately stopped talking to me after I broke up with Evan, Diaz!”

“Oh, we are at Diaz now?” Eddie sneers. “Well, what did you expect, Kinard ? Did you really think I would continue being friends with you after you walked out on Buck? Really. How pathetic are you? Anyway. If Buck needs someone to talk to and someone to hug him, he will tell me. He’s a big boy.”

The pulses of rage change into a storm. Tommy takes a step towards Eddie, forcing himself to keep his voice low. “I’m not going anywhere. Evan asked me to come, so I did. He told you to leave, though, so you should do that. Plenty of hotels around here. And I’m warning you, Diaz, Evan comes first. He will always come first for me. His well-being is what concerns me, no matter if we are together right now or not. I care for him deeply. So I swear, if you ever act that aggressive towards him again, if you ever shove a finger in his face or invade his space or blame him for his emotions again, I will be there to put you in your place, do you understand me?”

“Oh, so now he needs protecting?” Eddie asks, raising a brow. “Is that what you are here for? Maybe you do see Buck as a child, needing you, big strong man, to fight his battles?”

“Shut up, Diaz, or I swear I will -” Tommy starts, but then stops because he sees Evan entering the living room, looking between them.

“Buck,” Eddie starts.

“I told you to leave,” Evan says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why are you still here?”

“He forgot something,” Tommy says coldly, glaring down at Eddie. “But he was just about to leave. Isn’t that right?”

Eddie’s working his jaw. He looks like he wants to say something else. But finally, he just nods. “Yeah. I’m on my way. This place doesn’t feel like home anymore anyway. Goodbye, Buck. Take care.”

He grabs his bag and then he leaves without another word or a look back, slamming the door.

Evan looks at Tommy, and Tommy wonders how much of the argument he has heard.

“I think we should talk,” Evan says quietly.

(AO3 Link)

[starstruckbyacomet]

Respect Other People's Feelings

That's it. I've read too many 'forceful positivity' posts that I need to speak up. What kind of posts? The ones which said:

Don't doom and gloom, the door is not closed yet.

Don't spend the hiatus in negativity.

Don't clock out now. It's not over.

etc.

Heck, if my cat died, I don't want people to tell me, 'don't be sad'. If I fell from a bike and cried, I don't want people to say 'don't cry. It's not that bad.' I don't need other people to tell me how I SHOULD FEEL. I can do it myself, thank you very much.

I know you mean well, but what you do is condenscending and invalidating my feelings.

I don't ask people to feel what I feel. Everybody is different. If what makes me sad doesn't make you sad, then good for you. It doesn't mean my feeling is not valid. It also doesn't give you the right to invalidate my feelings.

It's the same with blocking other blogs. It might be only me, but I never block people just because some big blogs or bnfs told me to do so. It's a form of censoring. I don't like when the government does it, so I'm not letting some internet strangers do it to me. I only block people when I personally feel annoyed, not because I was told to do so.

I read what I want to read (including those blogs which people told me to block), I watch what I want to watch, I feel whatever I feel, and I think whatever I want to think.

To be honest, I'm not even pessimistic right now. I think Bucktommy has a big chance to be reunited in Season 9, although I'm not sure in which episode or for how long. Tim could break them up again after a brief reconciliation, and make Buck date a woman just to prove that he's bisexual 🙄, but that's a topic for another discussion.

However, there are fans who are really pessimistic about the chance of Bucktommy reconciliation, and their feelings are valid.

You can say that you disagree with them because of xyz, but telling them not to feel what they feel is condescending. They have the right to express their feelings in their own posts. You can skip their posts or even block them, but invalidating their feelings is disrespectful. Who do you think you are?

It's the same with telling people to block. I prefer to say that 'this blog has posted a CSA fic or this or that. You can report/block it if you want. This is how to do it.' I don't want to tell people to block it or not. I believe they're capable to make their own decision.

The only exception is if their actions bring harm to me and/or to other people. For example, I've told people 'don't vote for Trump' because it could bring harm to the country and the world, like what's happening now.

Some (not all) BT fans who have been very optomistic since Bucktommy break up have also been moving the goalpost several times, for examples:

There's a blue truck in BTS pics of Buck said goodbye to Eddie, like the one in the Billy Boil funeral scene. Yay, Bucktommy will be reunited in the next episode.

Tommy stole a helicopter for Buck. They will be reunited in ep. 8x18.

Remember those?

I don't see other BT fans mock those fans for being wrong again and again. However, some of them still tell the others, 'don't be sad, don't be negative.' Don't they remember how they have been proven wrong several times in the past? Even worse, some of them have the audacity to laugh at Buddie fans who move their own goalpost, while those BT fans do exactly the same — just in a shorter period, with a different goalpost.

There are reasons why some BT fans don't want to clown. They might not want to be heartbroken again. Another reason is that a lot of people laugh AT the clowns, not WITH the clowns. BoBs still bring up how BT fans was sooooooooo sure that Tommy would help Athena landing the plane, or that Tommy was waiting in the blue truck while Buck said goodbye to Eddie. If you don't mind being laughed at, it's your prerogative. Some of us do mind.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most hypocritical of them all?

I hope the answer is not the Bucktommy fans.

[polyamorousmood]

i started practicing non-monogamy 4 years ago when i met someone who told me on the first date that they were in an open relationship, and i didnt have a problem with it all, and i ended up falling in love with them and they and i entered into one as well. I tell people that this person got me to explore polyamory and that I am still figuring out if it's what i am or if its something i am practicing specifically for now, but I'm never able to decide if I genuinely find this lifestyle natural to me and want to stay non-monogamous, or if I'm forcing myself to believe I want this because the alternative means losing the love of my life. Do you have any advice?

Yeah, I do have advice.

Its real simple.

That doesn't matter 🤷‍♀️

I have long said polyamory can be either a "lifestyle" or an orientation. For me, it certainly feels like the second one. But not everyone sees it that way.

If you've got a good thing going and it's working, genuinely what difference does it make if it's "natural" to you?

The only reason to stress any of this is if you're having trouble managing some aspect of it, or you arent getting what you want from your relationship, and you're worried about whether it's worth it. And then I recommend you address that specific problem, rather than trying to answer if you're True Of Heart Polyam or whatever the fuck you're going on about here.

Now, if you do have those other concerns, it could well be a big problem. It could lead to heartbreak, and then you have my full sympathy. But even then, to be frank, you would find another love in time. I've had 3 ½ "loves of my life" and I am only with one currently. It happens. It sucks shit. It doesn't mean the love for one is invalidated by another. We were not split in half upon birth. There is not one perfect missing person who completes you. There will be dozens of people you're compatible with over a lifetime. People think acknowledging this means they're not loving their current partner right, but that's obviously shit as a poly person I don't subscribe to.

relationship = compatibility × the work you put in. It's not one or the other. And it's CERTAINLY not "I have to be with this one person or there's no point to anything"

And if you're happy? Then I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you're a little dumb of ass to even be asking this.

Just love your partner. Make sure they love you in a way that feel fulfilling. That's all there is, my friend

[anti-transphobia]

Everyone posts about how Stardew Valley is a cozy LGBT+ inclusive game but NO ONE mentions the lack of a platonic option for the bachelors/bachelorettes. Which would be good for aspec people and also just more pleasant for many casual players I believe but that's not even the point. I just want to become best friends with everyone and not only does that require me dating everyone at once and feeling like a sleazebag because of it (ik the bad cutscene can be avoided but I know in my heart they'd be hurt if they knew) BUT it also means the women flirt with me!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!! It makes me sick to my stomach. Truly ruining the characters I liked

[digitalgate02]

i'm just upset about people simply assuming malice every single time there's something new in the Advverse.

turns out ▽ was not made out of malice, it was just incompetency.

Kizuna & 02TB had legit care about the lore, so i'm comfortable more with them.

my sensitivity is that i'm tired of clout and mockery in this fanbase. it's OK to dislike things, but i'd like to be able to agree to the disagree and call it a day.

i'd like if we could just be optimistic at least ONCE. (me included, yes.)

[gxlden-angels]

Hello! I apologize if this is a nosy question, but what is the silly feelings wheel app you were talking about in a previous post? My therapist and I have been working on identifying feelings but I still very much rely on a list of feeling words to have any idea what I’m feeling, so it could be a helpful resource. No worries if you don’t want to share, just thought I would ask :)

It's called How We Feel! I'm not sure if it's available on all devices yet, but it's on ios and the google play store for sure.

I've been using it for about a year. It's more of a chart than a wheel but people usually recognize the wheel better so that's what I call it. When you first start it has a 10-part tutorial about emotional acceptance and regulation, then it has suggestions for each category of emotion. You can access both at any time tho after those first 10 days.

It has a share option so you can have friends, which has been great for me cause it prompts me to check on friends and them to do the same for me. It allows you to just respond with a little emoji in like a "I'm here for you" little notification to your friend, or you can reach out to your friend on your own. Its really helped me cause I'm bad at reaching out when I need support so to me and I'm bad about taking on other's problems even when I can't handle it so being able to send a little emoji instead to make sure my friends know I'm there if they need me and them doing the same has been great

[morningmask27]

god, one mild problem of asking friends who don't draw a lot for criticism is that They Don't See Shit. I'm obviously going to be Extra Critical of my own art and that's why I ask for their advise, but they just tell me it's pretty without warning me that one arm had a very fucked up anatomy or the chair I had straight up forgotten to draw for a good while.

I told them the thing was done (I meant a fucking table I had procrastinated to draw for eons and was a blue sketch in all those wip updates) while all the characters were still just colored sketches and the chair was missing and they just didn't see it; they rolled with the drawing as is.

They're wonderful people, but they are definitely not the people to go to for actual art advise and it's a bit annoying tbh

[fennthetalkingdog]

Oop, well it looks like my general Symptoms(TM) are messing with me doing Artfight again this year. But I kinda think it's interesting how they're doing it, in a way. I've already always had problems with not wanting to do anything forced on me, and since that also applies to things I force on myself, having only a month to do Artfight makes drawing feel like something I have to do and thus don't want to do anymore. But also I don't like change too, so going from drawing my own characters (which I know everything about and can draw without much thought) to drawing other people's (which I don't know as well) already requires a ton of motivation, PLUS the fact that I don't want to dishonor the characters I'm drawing makes it feel like I have to draw good art and makes me want to draw even less. And I've only just now realized this, but also constantly switching characters to draw once I've finished drawing one is a massive pain to my little brain because I want to get to know the character (and also switching takes energy out of me, go figure). And how did I figure this out? I gave myself the leeway to draw a character that seemed cool more than once and I felt better in a way that wasn't just "Awww, I made a bunch of cool drawings for this one character!" It felt like my brain wanted to be stuck on that little buddy, and for once instead of fighting the urge and feeling worse, I gave into it and actually let myself process the character more in general so that I can later "un-stick" myself and move on.

But luckily, it's seeming like it's not as hard as drawing was last year (since I got stuck on trying to make one drawing look "good" and ended up taking the whole month to finish it + procrastinate), so I'm feeling overall pretty good about this whole month! I've already drawn way more attacks than I did last year, which is already a win, but I'm also feeling more proud of my drawings than before too! And I'm also learning way more about how I work as a person just trying to do this! So I'm feeling really happy about my experiences this month in the future, if this is how I'm feeling just a week in! >:D

[stillfruit]

it's so difficult to articulate the feelings i get when i see my friends engaging in healthy and good behaviors like asking for emotional support and taking the time they need to arrive because i just can't and i know i'm wrong for it but it still feels incredibly isolating

[kuiinncedes]

:p

[neverendingford]

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[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

day one million and one of the struggle of whether to come out to my parents or not

[bluebeads-art]

2024 September 14th

Do you ever wish you could beat into a character's head that they're loved? Because I sure wanted to beat Siffrin during my first playthrough of In Stars and Time. Then I thought about that figure of speech too literally, laughed at my own joke, and now here's me using Odile as a proxy to do just that. :)

I absolutely adore Odile's "you will be safe and happy and that is a threat" approach to emotional support. Her and Siffrin's dynamic in general is just chef's kiss.

Sorry about your hat, Siffrin, but it was destroying my panel composition when I tried to put it on your head.

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For being rusty with art I'm really happy with this! That last panel in particular was very new territory for me but I think it came out good! I'm happy with the movement between panels in general. And look at me! Drawing backgrounds!! Wahoo!!

I drew these panels incredibly out of order, so you can see my art style and amount of effort fade in and out as you read, lmao. I tried to stay authentic to the game's style, but sort of gave up and let my style bleed through on the action-y panels. It just felt right. Gives it emphasis. :P

I'm new to writing screen reader image alt text, so feedback is welcomed. Sorry again to Siffrin because I forced myself to he/him them only to avoid confusion, but it felt bad! My fellow they/he, I have wronged you.

Time spent working on this comic was...... 33 hours and 18 minutes. I blame the rust, learning how to draw these characters on the fly, and figuring out the perspective on those bricks, oh my god.

Have some close-ups of my fave panels as thanks for clicking the read-more, mwa