#if you read all this you deserve a medal

[lady-raziel]

Cna i... Can I ask what the beef is with M Night Shyamalan?

fair warning, this is a self-indulgently long post. but if you endure the page break, you may find the story entertaining.

a long time ago...in a small indie comic book shop in downtown Philadelphia...

picture this. it's circa 2016. my hyperfixation at the time is DC Comics-- the Flash specifically. I like the Flash, but I really like his nemesis, the Reverse Flash. This guy's gimmick is that he has the same powers as the Flash, but he's also evil because he used to be a Flash stan and his idol didn't validate their parasocial relationship when they actually met in person, and now he just wants to kill the Flash instead. It's a long story. Reverse Flash has died many times. He's also from the future, but that's not the important bit right now.

Anyway, despite being one of the Flash's main enemies, there are not that many comic book issues that feature the Reverse Flash for some reason. My main hobby at the time of this whole ordeal is to go to the local comic book shops and search through the bins of back issues to find anything with the Reverse Flash in it (bonus points if he's on the cover, but at a certain point you can't be picky). I'd been fairly successful at this, and had even been able to avoid buying too much off Ebay as I really didn't care too much about the condition or grade of the comics. The comic book shop in downtown Philly I was in on the day of the Incident was one I'd been to before, but not in a while as I went to school out in the suburbs and didn't leave that general area too much.

So. I enter this shop, and it's not too busy. That's a good thing as it's not a large space and if there were too many people it would have been very difficult to navigate around the displays of Funko Pops and tables of back issues. However, as I was soon about to find out, it doesn't matter if there's only one other person shopping at the same time as you if that person is the wrong person.

I make my way to the back where all the big boxes of old comics are, and scan the rows alphabetically to find the 'Fs.' I see 'Firestorm,' and 'Fantastic Four,' and all the others...but there, right there, where the Flash comics should be...there's a guy. Standing there. In the way.

Now, that's alright. He just seemed to be perusing randomly and wasn't actually looking at the Flash comics specifically (my Flash comics), and I can just go look at the action figures or something until he moves to another section of the shop. No problem. I mean, it's one box of comics, Harold. How long does it take to look through it? 5 minutes? No, all I have to do is wait a little bit and then I can examine those 1980s Flash comics with my own grubby little paws.

So I do a loop of the store. I examine the Funko Pops (they all look the same), the t-shirts (only Hot Topic quality), the new comics (Superman #1? How many times are they going to reboot this thing?), and even the super expensive vintage comics up on the wall (no Reverse Flash here, and it would still be beyond my price point anyway). But when I finally make my way back to the back issues, the guy...is still there. He hasn't moved. And now he's not even pretending to look at the comics anymore.

Now, to my horror, he seems to be having a full-on conversation with one of the store employees right on top of my box of comics, and neither of them seem like they plan to end this discussion anytime soon. You may be asking at this point, "well Raz, if you wanted to look at the comics where they were standing, why didn't you just ask them to move out of the way?" You're right. I could have done that.

But problem. I have social anxiety. And sometimes it gets very bad about very small things. So while it would have been entirely reasonable to ask these two men to move their conversation elsewhere, the crippling social anxiety made it so that asking for that very small and reasonable thing would have been akin to asking these guys if they would set me on fire right here right now, please and thank you. It wasn't gonna happen. My only option was to hover uncomfortably 6 feet away, pretending to go through the back issues systematically and hope they picked up on what I was doing and moved out of the way when I got back to the 'Fs,' or give up and suffer an hour and a half on the SEPTA train back home with nothing to show for it.

now, i've never had a conversation with famous filmmaker and director M Night Shyamalan. I didn't even know what he looked like at the time, so when all this happened I thought he was just Some Guy who in his unawareness was keeping me from completing my mission. Maybe he's a really engaging conversationalist and talking with him causes you to not notice anything going on around you. That may even be the case-- as neither the Twistmaster himself or the besotted store employee seemed to notice I was there. But I WAS there. And my frantic silent social cues were being "returned to sender," unread.

Meanwhile I was enduring a level of internal turmoil on the level of a character in a Greek tragedy. This was my crucible. Surrender, or do something I was honor-bound not to do. Was this the meaning of an impossible choice?

It was only after almost 15 long, agonizing minutes and two more laps of the store on my part that finally, finally there was a breakthrough. Unaware Man (for this would be Shyamalan's superhero code name) and Employee-Bro had moved to the cash register, as the former had found something he wanted to buy. With speed rivaling the Flash himself, I descended on the fated box of comics like a plague. It seemed that the day had not been lost after all.

However, like any film from the man himself, there was to be a final twist to this tale. One last turn of the knife. You might be thinking-- "And it turned out that there weren't any comics in the box you wanted to buy after all, rendering this whole ordeal meaningless, right? Like any tragic hero you endured the terrible trials only to discover that the treasure you sought was a hollow fantasy of your own creation, and this all could have been avoided if you had not fallen prey to the follies of man?"

No. The problem was-- I did find several comics in that box that I wanted to buy. I even found one with the Reverse Flash on the cover. But now that I had found my prize, I faced a new, even greater challenge, which was somewhat an extension of the old challenge, but to the extreme.

I now had to get Employee-Bro to ring me up so I could leave this cursed place, but here's the kicker: I had to do this while he was still utterly engaged in discussion with Unaware Man and thus blind to the outside world. I had come out of the frying pan and into the fire, because now it wasn't like I could just go home and take only a feeling of defeat with me. My precious comic book finds were on the line, and what was I going to do? Just put them back in the box and leave?

Unfortunately, I was committed. I would have to stand reasonably out of the way of Unaware Man's personal space yet close enough to indicate that I was, yes, in line to check out my purchases. And goddamnit, I was going to do this until all of us died of old age or the world ended.

I kind of lost all sense of time at that point. It could have been only a few minutes. It could have been five hours. All I know is that it was long enough that I wished for the sweet release of death, because then at least I'd be able to lie down. How it eventually went down was that Employee-Bro rung up Unaware Man (because really, processing a credit card transaction and signing the receipt only can take so long), and the two continued to talk as Employee-Bro gradually gained awareness that I Was There Too, and multitasked to check out my items while remaining totally focused on his other conversation and not speaking a word to me.

And that was it. I was free, from the physical prison of the comic book store at least. But again, like a Shyamalan film, this was in reality only the end of the second act. Because as I walked through the streets of Center City Philadelphia and rested my head against the smudged window of the SEPTA train on the way home, I started to descend into the mental turmoil of the question, "wait, who was that guy? Was he like...famous, or something?"

If you've ever been to a comic con or spent enough time in a hobby shop, you know that sometimes Nerd Bros can get really deep into conversation about these sorts of things. Many of them even have lots of opinions on films, and will be happy to share them in detail unprompted. So it wasn't entirely unreasonable for me not to realize in the moment that what was happening wasn't just "Nerd Bros Being Dudes."

But the more I thought about it, the one-sided adoring dynamic between Employee Bro and Unaware Man did seem unusual. And in the bits of their conversation that I had been forced to endure, hadn't one of them mentioned something about...filming locations? What was that about? Nobody in their right mind films stuff in Philly unless they're making the 86th Rocky film or the like.

It was a Google search of "movies filming in Philadelphia" that returned several results of articles talking about how location scouting was going on in the area as part of the production of a long-awaited sequel to the 2000 film Unbreakable, a undercover superhero sleeper hit. Unbreakable, a film set in Philadelphia, written and directed by famous filmmaker M Night Shyamalan.

Shyamalan. SHYAMALAN. the man responsible for 2010's The Last Airbender. it was HIM. he was not only the man who originated the (still unbroken!) curse on the Avatar franchise, but also the man who had ruined my day. Thoughtlessly. Carelessly. Not by massacring a beloved children's television franchise, but by being unaware. Inconceivable.

This was horrific. It wasn't even like I was the Reverse Flash or any other famous superhero nemesis, who had a compelling backstory causing their undying hatred of the hero. Instead, I now had a narrative foil who barely even fit that description, because chances are he hadn't even taken notice of my existence the whole time! This was my supervillain origin story, and it was his normal day!

It was at this moment I swore an oath. I would not forget this terrible day of inconvenience that was partially caused by my own social failings. I would dedicate my life from this point forward to slightly narrowing my eyes and shaking my head disapprovingly when I saw mentions of Shyamalan or his works online. I would color any opinions I had of his films with the thought, "but remember that one time he was kind of a dick to you without even meaning it? what was up with that?"

and that is the tale of my tragic encounter with M Night Shyamalan. To this day, my only solace is that my epic origin story turned out more narratively coherent and with deeper substance than any other film made in the Unbreakable saga, including the one he was location scouting for at the time this happened. Shyamalan can write twists all he wants, but no one is better at that game than karma itself.

-END-

[zephyrchama]

you're one of my fav blogger in this app! i love to read your blogs during night time, that's the only time when i have a clear mind for imaginations! sometimes i even laugh at your blogs causing my mom to wake up and she'll shut me up. but if i'd ask you something... How do you even get ideas for your blogs? is there any particular story you've made that happened to you too? ilysm, have a great day or night :) ❤️❤️

Aaaaa thank you so very much!! ヾ(｡・ω・)ﾉ☆ﾟ♥ (I've made you wake someone up with laughter! What an honor! >u< )

I honestly never ever respected anybody to read my stuff. When I made my first post, I sat on it for days and wondered if I should really upload it, and just made this blog for self-indulgent reasons. I was super surprised! I'm still surprised every day!

Some of my ideas are based on real events! The toe-biting one (it wasn't a human though haha), high-pitched noise, sneezing (it's me, I'm determined to bless everyone who sneezes), long hair, unnoticed, those are a few based on personal experiences. I have a lot of ideas saved up to potentially write about in the future as well. I used to live in an international dormitory in Tokyo where there were young adults from all over the world living together in an unfamiliar country. We're all people and we were all similar, but everyone was raised in a different culture so we had these slightly different quirks, and I like to think that's what living with the Obey Me characters might feel like.

Some of the posts are based on internet memes, like chin on palm, false eyelashes, and confident Levi. Some of them are based on other shows, like Mammon's First Grimm and the Watching MC sleep post from yesterday. I read a lot of manga/webtoons, especially in the otome isekai genre. Sometimes I get spin-off ideas from those, but if I go into a new series specifically looking for ideas to write about then I won't find anything. The OM characters have certain popular traits, like the bookworm and the otaku and the tsundere, but they're also unique characters that express those tropes in their own way! So I don't like drawing too many parallels between the OM cast and similar characters from other media because I don't want to label all otaku, bookworms, tsundere, etc. as being the same.

A lot of people send me asks and I really have to respond to them! There are a lot of fun ideas people sent in that I've been sitting on for too long. I never know how long or short to make the responses and I don't want to disappoint people with really short answers if they were expecting something big, but that makes me hesitate and I wind up accidentally not responding. ;u;

Sometimes an idea springs into my head out of nowhere and just have to get it out right away. I prefer to write at a computer but the April Fool's Day piece and Hide & Seek came to me so suddenly I literally couldn't focus on anything else, dropped what I was doing, and immediately posted it from my phone.

this got so long, oh no. you can tell i like to ramble when I speak on the internet hghakhj. I may be taking a bit of a break from writing soon because a big anime convention is coming up and I'm working a lot on cosplay again. I want to post some longer fics when I'm back though so come August I'd like to work on those. If people read my posts and haven't noticed, I also write whatever's on my mind in the tags! Sometimes it's quips about the fic, sometimes it's updates about this blog, sometimes I'm just saying nonsense.

This got really long I am so sorry but thank you so much!! You too, please have a lovely day or night or week in general and thanks for letting me ramble on your post!

[callmethehunter]

Oh dear Anon, you have made my day! These are great questions about my favorite subject in the world: Robert Plant.:D And as far as that goes, I could (and will) go on and on about this forever, I’ve got so much to say!!

I’ve been obsessed with Robert’s music as well as with his personal life for years. I find him to be a multifaceted, highly talented and intelligent person who embodies traits that one would think were mutually exclusive, yet are somehow at home in him. He is without a doubt, totally outrageous and extroverted, he wants to be the center of attention, yet he is also reclusive, a deep thinker who is keenly aware of the world around him while also being introspective and self-aware. In his own words he has said

“It's part of me to get off on those moments where... well, what people would call attention. Obviously, that isn't the be-all and end-all of life, but at the states of creativity that I've reached, well, it helps the lyrics along a little bit.”

“ I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am. I like me. Though I’m not a huge fan. I know when to switch me off.”

I do think he has a very warm heart. He is genuinely interested in other people, in experiencing the most out of any given situation.

In my opinion, he loves the idea and the feeling of falling in love. He gets off more on that than on the longevity. It’s like he’s got ADHD in the aspect of love lol!! I say this because of the number of serious relationships (and not so serious relationships) that he has had in his life. I’m sure he was saddened when they ended, but then he’s moved on to the next great infatuation and adventure. He’s quite capable of starting again, as he has shown multiple times both in his personal and professional life. But I also think it’s a testimony to his heart that he’s been able to continue to be friends with his past loves. “There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.”

I mean think about this: after having children with two sisters, Maureen (his exwife) and Shirley, they have been able to raise their children in what looks like a loving extended family. His sons, Logan (with Maureen) and Jesse (with Shirley), are half-brothers as well as first cousins. Just think on that for a moment. In a recent picture, there’s the entire family on vacation: Maureen, Shirley and their children with Robert, as well as Robert and a previous girlfriend, Jessica something or other (don’t remember her name). He’s not confined to societal conventions. He could give a flying fuck. I love that free spirit and he himself has said (and I paraphrase) that he may come across as being a good mate, but in reality he’s out to do whatever the fuck he wants. (And it shows!! )

He says, “...if you do what you think is right for the benefit of everybody and everything and you make decisions, then to go back and regret them afterwards - it's a futile experience and it's not worth thinking about. Because life just unfolds. Provided you do your best and you think you're on the right track, you can only be right or wrong. But to regret it - I don't think there are any huge errors or misdemeanors.”

In the area of friendship, however, he is fiercely loyal. He and Bonzo were like brothers till the end, and even still, Robert honors his dear friend. He’s also been able to maintain friendships with so many people from his hometown- people he knew before he was famous. He puts away the trappings of fame and fortune to be the good old Black Country boy, riding horses and playing with goats, walking around in the forests and enjoying nature.

“I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.” He is the picture of the word “earthiness”. Able to be the rock god on stage as well as the humble farmer on the farm or at the local pub. He’s loyal to his soccer team and to the sport itself which has been a lifelong passion. And I love that in him.

Is he a hedonist? Absolutely, he has tasted every pleasure there is to taste. His every material wish could be a reality in an instant...He has done drugs, had hundreds of one night stands. He is a highly sensual man. IMO the sexiest man that’s ever walked the planet. His sizeable bulge perpetually stands* as a symbol (no pun intended*) of his virility and lust (and I like it!!) He exudes charisma and raw sexual energy. He’s done it all to the highest level, partied and cavorted around the globe. What a life he’s lived!!

But in his lyrics there is also a deep spiritual side of him: I think he is a modern day troubadour and philosopher. His lyrics touch on that, “it is the springtime of my loving” ….“In the light you will find the road” “when all is one and one is all” “Then as it was, then again it will be, though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea” and I could go on and on with other examples. These are just what popped in my head. “I am a reflection of what I sing. Sometimes I have to get serious because the things Ive been through are serious” He’s had moments where he is the “golden god” as well as tragic moments such as the loss of his 5 year old son and the loss of his dear friend Bonzo. These are definitely reflected in his music.

All in all, in his own words:

“I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of.

And he’s still got a twinkle in his eye.

Thank you for letting me go and on about this man, he holds such a special place in my heart. He is a beautiful and joyous old hippie full of wisdom and talent.. He has created a lasting legacy and I hold the deepest admiration for him, despite his human frailties or shortcomings.

[somerandomocto]

Alright, I've been sitting with my thoughts long enough. I'm design info-dumping

(sorry if this reads bad or something)

So, main character twisteds huh? I'm gonna be honest none of them are all that scary and only twisted Sprout, Shelly, and Dandy, are remotely intimidating, but I think that might be on purpose? As in, a mascot horror generally isn't too scary to not shoo off the kids kinda way. Either way, Vee and Astro are generally lackluster (Astro might be on purpose, little to no clue what's going on with Vee tho), and Pebble? Actually his design is pretty solid the only problem is at first glance (thumbnail) I couldn't tell he was a dog (might be a me thing tho bc as soon as I heard him in game I knew Pebble was a dog). With Vee, she is in fact, bigger than you, like most main character twisteds, but she's just longer for the most part, nothing particularly special. Now, it could either be me seeing random fakes online, but, I do remember seeing a possible concept design for twisted Vee, where she's on the ground (legless) crawling out of a vent with a ton of wire looking things behind her, and I really liked this design! The only reason I can assume this wasn't the final design by the time the alpha came out was due to a determination to have Vee playable by the launch of the alpha and the whole "twisted stuck to a certain range that they can move in" thing was probably obnoxious to properly code and get working (I'm not sure tho, I don't code often), and thus was dropped for the sake of allowing Vee to be playable. Astro, if not for lore reasons as to being so simple is probably for the sake of the revelation alone that he has four arms. It kinda makes sense, no other twisted adds limbs, only removes or distorts them, and I personally thought it was interesting, then I finally got him and got hit with the "No, Astro's just built like that" Astro/Tisha conversation. (He could probably have more of a gimmick tho, I'll get to that at some point) Actually, a lot of the main character twisteds could lean into their gimmick more, like Sprout is a plant yes, but also strawberries mold and I am just not seeing it here. I think Shelly's lower half being ripped off and being replaced with roughly the chest down of a raptor is really cool, and also gives her a reason to be obnoxiously fast (because as it stands speed is the only way a twisted can be reasonably hard to deal with(with only ~3 exceptions)). Though I don't think Shelly's twisted as a concept has reached it's natural conclusion in terms of ideas, this is a great base! This also goes for Sprout, like, he's tall and kinda imposing, but we can do more with that right? For twisted Dandy, no really I'm so glad this game is in beta because that means things are subject to change and overhauls are possible. I mean, I don't hate it, it's really visually interesting, but not quite scary you know? Or maybe it was never supposed to be all that scary and I'm just thinking about it too hard. It's fine though if I am, fan art exists for a reason.

Ok I think I'm out of verbal thoughts for now

[angelgendered]

I know I'm a Hadley blog at this point but this week has been literally the happiest I've been since. Well. A long time. A very long time.

And it says something when my mum even asked me, before I told her about Hadley and me being together, if my pain was a bit better because I was walking taller and looked less upset/sad all the time.

She then said, after I told her about me and my love, that she was happy for us. She said some things protectively about them treating me right too. But she said that I looked happy above all else. And I am. I can't believe how happy they make me.

It's something about the true healing nature of queer love. The 'ordeal' of being known and seen and loved by someone.

Every time they call me handsome, my heart slips a beat.

I don't consider myself remotely desirable or attractive. So to have someone as beautiful as Hadley is, inside and outwardly, be open about desiring and loving and finding me attractive?? It's so healing. It really is. They even call me ANGEL!!! and when I tell you that I want to melt every time they do that...

God I can't wait to take them to the seaside! I have plans yall. I'm gonna buy them a silly hat and seaside treats and win useless claw machine plushies for them. We are going when the light show illuminations are on there, or maybe the Christmas events they have up there with the pretty lights too.

I want to have them sit on my lap in public, hold my hand too. I want to kiss and cuddle them and show them how much i adore them.

It's a long way off, feels like forever away. But I'm determined that we will meet. And we will make this work despite the distance. We will love and be loved. We will be together. At least for a while.

I also want to take them down to London! Maybe for a week or so there. There's so much to do that we could spend a month there and still be busy, but hotels are pricier there, so. I want to take them somewhere real fancy. Show them off to everyone. I want to sleep in a fancy hotel for at least one night and wake up overlooking the city with them and feel on top of the world for just a moment.

I don't know yet what or where we'll fill the other two weeks ish with. We'll figure something out. Manchester, Liverpool, and Brighton are all options I'm thinking over. I want to take them to museums and maybe a theatre show or two and aquariums and galleries and maybe a zoo and watch them watching the world go by. I want to see the moon and stars reflected in their eyes. I want to watch the sunset and sunrise with them. I want to show them around my (awful) hometown and have them meet my parents and my best friends. I want to tell them how much I love them. I want to show them the same thing. I want to spoil them (both with gifts and with acts of service/physical touch cause that's what I'm all about, lol). I want them to know how I adore them. How I'd do anything for them. I'm in this for the long haul, if they'll have me. Forever, even.

And the moment i see them, when they arrive off the plane, I'm going to kiss them so fiercely they'll think I'm never going to let go. I'm going to pullt hem into my lap and hold them and call them every single sappy teem of endearment I have for them.

Ultimately, I have hope that this will work out. Somehow. It will, I'm begging the universe. Just our relationship generally, not just them visiting in the first instance.

I'm sitting here crying rn, and I know it's silly, but I've never felt so loved. I've never been made to feel desirable or handsome or anything like that. But Hadley makes me feel all of that, and more besides. They love me. They LOVE me. Me!

I know this is kinda uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable for me to post here. But... I love them so much. I can't believe that this is my life and they're my SO now. I can't wait to watch ATLA and Pacific Rim and the Scifi animated movie they love, which I've forgotten the name of already, on video or voice call with them, in the meantime whule we save money up. I can't wait to show them some of my fav media soon, too. Good Omens brought us together and brought us to this point, so I'm forever thankful to DT and MS and Terry and. God. I just. I'm smitten. Big heart eyes and everything. The Crowley to my Aziraphale.

[jmgangel]

Ricky Montgomery Lyrics with Shuake Vibes

Honestly all of his songs sound like he just finished playing P5R but like here are some ones that really get me.

Semi long post ahead that is just me taking lyrics from the songs and looking at them with my Shuake Brain.

Mr. Loverman

A very Shuake song in the sense that it’s about someone missing their lover. Missing and yearning are the basis of many a Shuake fic. The lyrics “I’m Mr. Loverman/And I miss my lover, man” definitely can apply to post 3rd Semester Joker about Akechi.

However I also feel like the bridge, “I've shattered now, I'm spilling out/Upon this linoleum ground/I'm reeling in my brain again/Before it can get back to you/Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?” is also equally reminiscent of their relationship.

It reminds me of when Joker, post 3rd semester thought about Akechi, almost involuntarily and decided he wanted to keep their promise. Also the “What I am supposed to do without you?” could apply to Akechi too. Akechi has lost Joker too, both in the interrogation room and after 3rd semester. We can assume Joker is the first genuine (mostly genuine anyway) relationship Akechi has had in years, maybe since the death of of his mother. What is he supposed to do without Joker?

This December

Listen to this song it’s so good and gives Shuake energy all around. The chorus, especially the line “Lonely in this home, it's always colder on your own,” reminds me of how Akechi has had to be alone for so long.

The lyric that always gets me though is, “Only in my darkest moments/I wanna see you with your head wide open.” This could Joker’s desire to understand Akechi. It could also be Akechi’s desire to understand Joker’s thinking, since it’s so different from his own (cue montage of all the times Akechi has made a comment about how amazing the way Joker thinks is).

Line Without a Hook

Great song everyone should listen to it. Anyways these lyrics: “Darling, when I'm fast asleep/I've seen this person watching me/Saying, ‘Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?’” make me think of Akechi grappling with the idea of killing Joker or wondering if it’s worth trying to be with him.

Otherwise, man this song,,,I could go on and on. For the sake of brevity I’ll just paste the chorus because that is Joker singing through Ricky Montgomery:

“Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?

Oh, and if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide”

I mean,,,what else can I say?

My Heart is Buried in Venice

Now this,,,this is *the* Shuake song to me. Also my favorite off of the album but that’s neither here nor there.

Every lyric of the song screams Joker and Akechi to me (“Even when you try to hide it/A smile creeps out from your teeth” etc.) but the bridge is what really gets me.

“Say, say what you mean/Tell me the truth or tell me you're through, Oh-oh-oh”

Akechi lied to Joker a lot. He always danced around what he really meant, never saying the truth.

“Don't leave me to breathe/Don't leave me to bleed/For someone who chose to leave me be”

Obviously the situation in 3rd Semester isn’t as simple as Akechi choosing to leave Joker. There’s a lot more to it than that and a lot of the blame falls on Maruki for putting them in a frankly sort of terrifying situation. That being said, Joker did fight for Akechi, someone who chose to leave him and Maruki’s reality.

Okay I’m done. All this is to say Ricky Montgomery=Shuake thank you.

[believerindaydreams]

today in Harry Sullivan thoughts:

not sure I'm convinced by the Harold name. does this man look like a Harold. no he doesn't.

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Sending you lots of love. And I feel you on the leg hair thing. My own hair is thick and grows rather long everywhere. When I shave my legs in the evening the next morning they already feel like my grandfather's cheek. It's hopeless. But babes don't feel ashamed of going to the salon. Body i hair is perfectly natural and not gross and all the people working there see lots of body hair every single day. Nobody will think anything weird, I promise. What music are currently listening to? I'm fully back in my Enya era these days (the music that accompanied my early childhood). I hope the rest of this Friday is kinder to you and that you'll have a beautiful weekend💝💝

This anon made me tear up when I first read it and every time I've re-read it, I've had the same result. Thank you so much 🥹 I always feel weird talking about hair removal with friends because almost everyone who removes hair either 1) has no issue with any methods they use or 2) has blonde hair so it doesn't need to be done as regularly. Meanwhile I'm over here feeling like I'm fighting for my life just trying to remove unwanted hair without irritating or damaging my skin, ESPECIALLY in my inner thigh area lol (which is why I so seldom bother unless I expect to be sexually active bc I'm like "BRO that took me like over an hour to do last time, now I gotta do it all over again?!?! Fuck off"... which also sometimes influences how often I'm willing to be sexually active lol. It's a vicious cycle lmao and i fucking hate it ♡).

I'm gonna go back to razors for the moment and maybe go to a salon sometime. And I'm absolutely getting that hair lasered off once I'm settled in a particular place, sale or no sale.

I think one reason I'm so upset about it atm is because I *KNOW* it's such a stupid and ridiculous thing to be upset about (there are fucking wars happening and I'm upset over some long leg hair on my own body that I know naturally grows there? Gtfo) but I also feel so stupid about it affecting my confidence so much. I'm the type who prefers wearing dark tights anyway, hair or no hair, but that isn't always viable when it's warm. Or maybe i just feel like a change! And I have no problem with body hair on others at all, yet for some reason I've a problem if I show mine lol. Anyway WHATEVER, I have something internalised but I've no idea what and I've tried managing it in the past but I think tonight really just proved I need to fix my shit.

In terms of music, I'm REALLY vibing with the Succession Season 1 soundtrack atm. It makes a girl dream ;P AND motivates me to get my shit done, hahaha. Oooh Enya is so beautiful and ethereal 💖🩷🤍✨️ Also the fact she lives as a recluse in a castle and seems to live comfortably is just...ICONIC!!

Anyway, thank you again for your kind words. I know it's silly to say but it really meant a lot (I keep tearing up as I answer you 😅). I'm starting a new chapter in my life this weekend (if all goes according to plan) and it's going to be scary but also necessary. I've wanted this new start for a long time and I can't believe it is slowly beginning, bit by bit. I sincerely hope you have a wonderful weekend, too. 💖🩷💛✨️

[dearheartwitcher]

about me tag game <33

tagged by @raccoonspooky !! 🥰💖 thank u for tagging me! tagging @rikki-tiki-tavi, @tijuanabiblestudies and anyone who sees this and wants to do it lmaoo ✨

Nickname: no one calls me a nickname anymore but in high school i got a lot of “coo”, “kiku”, “mom/dad/dadmom” and one friend called me “kaidouken” which is where i got my username for basically every other site lol

Age: 23 but i turn 24 in literally 10 days loll

Height: 5′2″ 😔

Sign: pisces <3

Last google search: “gildan sweatshirt size chart” (bf asked what size i would be and i needed measurements)

Song stuck in head: im sorry to report that the last song stuck in my head was Rockstar by Nickleback and the google search before the sweatshirt one was “rockstar nickleback lyrics”. its because i could hear him singing “latest dictionary” in my head but i was like. why the fuck would that be part of the song. it is though!

Sleep: i slept okay last night actually i think i got around 6 hours? i fell asleep around 3 and woke up before 10. had a dream about lunchables??

Dream job: in my fantasies im a beloved employee in a small bookstore owned by a very old man who has no children and when he passes away he leaves me the store and the apartment above it

Wearing: fuzzy pj pants, this shirt, and my favorite sweatshirt

Fav songs: fuuuck. Cheekface’s entire discography for starters. my #1 favorite song the past few years has been Judy Garland by Frog. i could make this answer last 100 miles im going to make myself move on

Random: my fursona is a fruit bat named lemon pepper :) (pictured here with @trashpits‘ fursona lol i drew this for art fight last year) im not even a furry i just think sonas are fun 🥰🍋💖

Fav instrument: i play trumpet but i think my favorite sounding instruments are all strings <3 i love the sounds of cello, electric bass, and acoustic guitar

Aesthetic: i dont have a solid aesthetic lmaoo. been really into 70s the last few years, but i also love kidcore kinda stuff with lots of bright chunky pieces. i dont really dress like either of those KJHSDF tho i did finally get my hands on a pair of brown corduroy pants <33

Fav authors: i’ll b honest most of my reading is either fanfic or stuff my friends write akjsdfh but my favorite Actual Books were written by Erin Morgenstern and TJ Klune 💕

Fav color: i actually think about this a lot because i dont know if i actually have one anymore skjdhfs. im leaning toward orange

Fav animal sound: i actually cant believe this but same as @raccoonspooky​ before me, this video of a porcupine eating pumpkins was the first thing i thought of (also when rats snuffle your ear but idk if that really counts)

Last song: uh it was either Hair Of The Dog by Nazareth or Gone Sugaring by Mirah

[life-with-my-three]

Lucy ended up in hospital a week ago. I’m still trying to process it. It seems these days I spend a lot of time trying to work out whether my feelings given a situation are “normal” and I have reason to feel how I do, or whether they’re a reaction to past trauma and I shouldn’t bring frustrations up to others.

The kids had all had a bit of a cold. Lucy had seemed to be on the tail-end. We left home at 7am for a 9:30 gastro appointment of Hattie’s in Melbourne. Lucy came with us. 2.5 hours of driving and we were still late. In the waiting room we gave Lucy a feed. It seemed to really exaggerate her effort to breathe, and make it a heap noisier. It was so noisy that Hattie’s gastro consultant told us to not go home straight away and to hang around the hospital for an hour or so and if it didn’t improve to go to emergency.

We hung around. Once the feed digested a little and wasn’t pushing so much on her lungs she improved a bit so we drove home. We had to drive straight to pick up Fletcher as he had a primary school transition afternoon. We took him to that, then went home. Hattie lost her special reward toy that she got for letting the doctor poke at her stomach (positive rewards for past medical trauma), somewhere between the kinder and home. We couldn’t find it anywhere. So I dropped all the kids at home with Aaron (he was home by this point). Went searching all the shops in the hope I could find another, miraculously did. Got home and Lucy had just had another feed and her breathing was bad again.

At this point I decided I’d take her to the local urgent care clinic in the hopes of avoiding emergency. Got to urgent care. They took her straight in. Stripped her down and looked at her breathing and decided she was really sick and needed the hospital. With how her breathing was they weren’t confident in me driving with her the 2 blocks so they called an ambulance. Her sats were lower 80s. Her feet were purple/mottled. As we were waiting for the ambulance (not long at all) there was a shift change. The new doctor agreed she needed the hospital asap and it to be an ambulance situation. The words “very sick” were used multiple times. They started putting numbing cream and stuff on her so that emergency could work on her asap.

We got to emergency. She was stick sucking her ribs and trachea right in. She had improved to her sats in the 90s though she was having to work hard for that. The paeds doctor came in and declared she was fine. Went to send us straight home. I mentioned about her sats being low at urgent care, to which they said oh I guess we should admit you for the night then. I was just going to send you home for the night. She’s giving everyone smiles, she’s just a happy puffer.

The night before Hattie came home from NICU, I brought up with the same paeds department that when feeding her she was stopping breathing and going blue. I was treated like I was just overly anxious, so accepted I’d seen her stop breathing so many times I probably was just anxious. Over the next 6 weeks she did it multiple times with feeds. I’d take her to emergency and we’d be told she was just a “happy puffer”. It didn’t matter how many times I tried to get her help, I was always given that same line. My kids struggle to breathe but still smile apparently! It wasn’t until I cracked it and drove to Melbourne demanding help did the Melbourne paeds look at her. We found out her milk was going into her lungs and we went to the feeding tube! It was only 6 months ago now that her Melb respiratory consultant told me in an appointment that she will never forget that first time she saw Hatt and how much she was struggling to breathe. The exact same breathing that local paeds just shrug off:

Anyway, Lucy seemed a lot better by the next morning, so I didn’t go all mumma bear on them like I was planning. I mean the doctors didn’t even see her. The nurse just came in and said if you’re happy the doctors are happy for Lucy to be discharged.

I’ve spent the week going over it in my head though. Am I so frustrated and annoyed at the doctors’ at local paeds because it’s bringing back up the trauma of Hattie’s experience? Or do I have every right to be so completely annoyed at them? Melb we’re concerned enough to tell us to go to emergency to a baby they didn’t even look at, was in the pram across the room, and not their patient. Two separate shifts of doctors/nurses at urgent care were extremely worried about her.

I don’t know. Lucy’s completely fine now. Back to her normal self. But far out, our local paeds department has requested two consecutive years to use Hattie’s story for the junior paediatric doctor exams to improve management of respiratory issues, then this shit happens!

[dutyworn]

name: Havu

pronouns: they/them (I'd prefer ey/em but I don't have the energy to start fighting people about using neopronouns when it's hard enough to get them to use they/them and that... works)

preference of communication: Discord. The tumblr IM box is very difficult for me to focus on, and while I will use it with people who prefer it, I am unlikely to venture into very long messages there.

your most active muse: Shepard, right now, honestly

experience/how long (months, years?): Over 15 years in different platforms, since spring 2013 on tumblr. I started roleplaying on tumblr with a Doctor Who OC (whom I still write on my multi - she has a Mass Effect verse in the making, wink wonk), and mainly wrote the Eleventh Doctor (under legsyes and later snogboxed) for about five years and some other canons and OCs, took a bad mental health year lurking, came back on Castiel (waywardfeathered) mid 2018, dappled into more OCs and canon muses, made a multi (smokedanced), retired Eleven and started writing Thirteen (dochaes)... I run four blogs now (Cas/Thirteen/Wren/multi)

platforms used: Only tumblr; I occassionally write on Discord with Orion and Lexi, because they're both very close to me and get special privileges, but I am not open to writing on Discord with people in general. It doesn't work with my executive dysfunction. Creativity is difficult, and tumblr works for me as well as it does because I can spend a lot of time formatting and making icons, doing the mechanical, easy part of the framework to spark the executives to function with the hard, creative part as well. I simply don't have the tools to consistently write with everyone on Discord.

best experience: No single best one, but every time I develop fully fleshed out dynamics/storylines between someone's muses and mine. It's the best roleplay feeling when your muses just... have a dynamic that just kind of takes life of its own?

rp pet peeves/dealbreakers: I have my dealbreakers listed on my rules. Fandom anti rhetoric being the most important (policing what kind of fiction other people should be allowed to enjoy/write, as in, setting your own boundaries is totally fair, but acting as if someone writing something you don't want to see were "wrong" or "gross" or whatever; callouts over fictional content no matter if I personally engage in that kind of content or not, judging people's morals based on their fictional preferences; equating depictions of bad things to acts of bad things - for example, writing a muse as a racist caricature is an ACT of racism, and I don't condone that at all, but writing an abusive relationship is a DEPICTION of abuse, not an act, and I do condone this fully, it is fiction - trying to coax/guilt-trip another mun into writing something with you when they've said no is an act of crossing boundaries and just bad behaviour and I don't condone that, but writing anything at all between consenting muns is imho fine and I don't tolerate demonising people for this), individual urls on DNIs (I consider this harrassment), making/sharing callouts outside of very specific, extreme cases (I am likely to let it slip if I see mutuals share a callout every now and then unless it's in the vein of "this person writes problematic fictional content", but I regard this on a case by case basis). Like... I'm not trying to police anyone, either. You're allowed to engage in any of these behavours. I won't try to make people take out their DNIs or callouts, at all. You're allowed to do that. I am, also, allowed to choose not to want you in my life due to that.

Pet peeves? I don't know, I have plenty, but it'd feel mean of me to start listing these. They're just annoyances and stuff I fully support people doing despite them annoying me.

fluff, angst, smut: All three, in the order of angst, smut, fluff.

plots or memes? Very very flexible. Total winging it works, intricate plotting works. My preference is some vague plotting, and exchanging ideas in however detailed they come to us while writing, but, I will totally wing it, and I will plot in detail, as well. I struggle more with... no ooc communication whatsoever or detailed plotting before any writing, but I will try and do it anyway for people who prefer those.

long or short replies? Again, flexible. I think it should be normalised that reply length within the same thread can be dynamic. Novella suits setting scene, timeskips, etc. while just a paragraph might suit action or heavy dialogue, to give a chance for the other muse to respond. I generally prefer around 2-4 paragraphs as a baseline.

best time to write?: Whenever I manage to push myself to do it. Context: I have to push myself to do everything, even the things I wanna do, because executive dysfunction. No specific time of the day.

are you like your muse? Almost not in the slightest. Wren is very heart first, I am very head first (this does not mean she's not logical nor that I don't feel emotions but you get what- hopefully you get what I mean). Wren is very engaged emotionally in the world around her as that is just her natural way of being, where I am very detached and feel more like an observer of the world than an active participant. She is good at making decisions, taking action, getting shit done. I am absolute shit at all of the above. She would rather do, I would rather think. (She is a good strategist and very smart, but I mean in the sense of, she would rather think in terms of what has practical use, while I, althought I don't see myself as exceptionally smart, would rather think in terms of I just enjoy it for its own sake and have no interest in the practical application of the things I like to think about.) She's very, very empathetic, and has an easy time picking up on people's emotions, reading between the lines, etc. I almost completely lack emotional empathy (I don't, nearly ever, feel other people's feelings or feel distress at other people's distress; doesn't mean, again, that I'm uncaring, my empathy is just cerebral and simply thought more than emotion, like I can still wish to show compassion even if I don't feel anything about the matter) and can't read between the lines, don't understand hints, etc. Or if I do, it happens with logical analysis rather than intuition. Wren's really brave, I'm super cowardly. Wren's self-sacrificing, I'm self-preserving; she puts others first, I put myself first. She's extroverted and has an easy time being around people, I'm incredibly introverted and could not even live in the same household with other people. She goes into states of just needing to get something done, where logical analysis overrides emotionality but for her that's under extreme stress and almost dissociative, while for me the logical analysis mode is just my natural state and not unhealthy. If we have something in common, I think, perhaps it's that we both hate with a passion to let other people see us vulnerable. We might feel vulnerable under different circumstances, but for both of us it's very unnatural to lean onto other people and let them help in emotional distress. I think, the reasons for this are similar for us? Wren grew up literally an orphan, homeless on the streets since age 10, she's never had a reliable adult figure in her life as a kid. I was tossed into the foster care system and institutionalised around age 13, and did not have safe and/or reliable/emotionally supportive adults around me since that age, either. We both learned from a young age that no one would take care of our emotional needs unless we took care of our own emotional needs. Accepting practical help is relatively fine for us both. Accepting emotional help is... alien. I don't think she recognises the cause of this for herself, fully. She has a habit of explaining it away with "these people are under my command, and a leader should not show weakness because if they can't rely on me how can I ask them to follow me", seeing as her closest friends tend to be also her crew. We both also utilise humour a lot? Even if in different ways.

tagged by: @wcsea, thanks!

tagging: @lovepurposed, @immortaljackal, @detectiveconnor, @diewithaname, @threecardtrick, @drdumaurier, or just commit thievery

[jamezvaldes]

okay i'm trying to catch up on casualty properly, (stopped watching in late 2019 to early 2020 and gotta catch up to roughly mid 2023), and i stopped watching since i was always working on a Saturday and not because i didn't like the show. i loved it and still do despite my numerous issues with it. and lbr it is so easy to see how far the show has dropped off. i'm watching s34 opener rn and how the production has fallen. like we don't get those big set pieces anymore and it has made the show so much weaker as a result.

[sunni-stuff]

Everything changed when that pregnancy test read positive.

The day you fumbled into his office, bearing what you thought to be bad news, John's excited face threw you for a loop.

Wasn't he supposed to be upset? Tell you that he didn't want to have a kid with someone he didn't fully care about? Why was he crying? Why did he embrace you so tenderly?

"I'll be there for both of you, Dovie," Price reassures in the nook of your neck, arms caging you against his chest.

Take care of both of you.

Both?

"M-Mr. Price, with all due respect—"

Price cuts off your protests. He leads you out of his office. His large hand grips your waist more possessively. "Go rest your feet up in the lounge; I'll take care of everything." His lips press to the crown of your head, ushering you away gently at the reception entrance.

You were supposed to have one fun night, not to be locked in for the rest of your lives.

Your days of working at a desk were replaced with John's house. It was far from the bustling base you had grown used to. The space was warm and homey. Bits of memorabilia were scattered about. Medals adorned the walls, and old photos sat on the shelves.

John said you only have one job now: making yourself at home.

There was so much space that you didn't know where to start or even how to start! It's not like there was a plan for having your boss's child! So much was happening so fast it left you overwhelmed, sitting on his couch with nervous hands. "Mr. Price, I'm really not sure about all this; I mean... what we did was a big mistake, right?"

From upstairs, you hear John laugh. He's been up there all morning, fixing the nursery for your child. He wanted to create a special room for them, saying that his kid deserves nothing but the best. Heavy footsteps announce his presence as he closes the distance between you. Calloused fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look into his ocean eyes. "You don't want this?"

His touch has you melting, words dying on your lips as you get lost in those eyes. God, why did he look at you that way? Churning like laundry, your gut writhes. A violent spin cycle grips your innards, knotting and wrenching them mercilessly. "I never—I never said that; I just think we're taking things too fast, don't you?" The half-hearted mumble escapes your lips, unconvincing even to yourself.

John's expression shifts; his eyebrow raises in slight scrutiny. "If you believed that, you wouldn't be here."

He's right.

"I do-"

He cuts in swiftly, voice firm. "You don't."

John's grasp tightens on your chin. He leans in, eyes intense. Your heart races. His lips brush yours. The kiss—chaste yet electric. A moment suspended in time. Emotions flood through you both, unspoken but palpable. "You have me. Whatever you want is yours, all you have to do is say the word."

John waits, poised for your word. His eyes betray a craving—silent, deep, and raw.

He belongs to you. He's all yours.

Your lips purse in a line, lip caught between your teeth.

Anything you want?

"I don't like the color of the nursey..."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

P1

❥ I wasn't originally gonna do a part 2 but... I really like this one, next fic will be longer, possibly fluff and smut maybe who knows ❥

[r3ynah]

I just like the idea of Red hood having a medic, that always finds him whenever and wherever.

Like my boy danny, can and will go to different measures, so he can just find the boss of the crime alley alive and well.

Getting hurt? No you aren't, patched him up and forcefully tucked him into bed with a kiss, Getting depressed? No you aren't, Wrapped him in a blanket and just let him read his novels all day and feeding him, Getting kidnap? No you aren't, Cue the corrupted video of Danny breaking in the kidnapper's lair and just freeing Red hood, No blood was shed that night, well not from Red hood that is.

Danny was something else Red hood will tell you if you ever bring up his Medic into a conversation, he would stare at the man with heart eyes as he accompanied him to do random check ups on people under Red hood's care in his civilian persona. Danny may seem weak and brittle but he can give a punch if he really wanted to, He was mysterious but at the same time so open.

Danny was prideful as he wore the medal of being the only one that knows Red hood's real apartment, and the only one that could break in and enter without getting his presence known, just to make sure the crime lord was sleeping and eating properly.

Red hood practically made a joke out of this and would always tell everyone that his medic will be mad, if he isn't in bed by curfew, and he needed to be back at his house by 10:00 sharp or he'll get dragged and thrown, who knew the all so scary crime lord had a bedtime, criminals and civilians often leave him be when the clock strikes 9:50 pm afraid of enraging the meta medic.

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"I am telling you B, I can't do that right now, its almost my curfew." Red hood sighed in frustration, he was currently standing in the middle of the bat cave, ready to run if batman tried to talk again.

"This is an important, case Hood, and it requires your participation" Batman stood still, face devoid of any emotions " Afterall it has something to do, with crime alley, there has been a meta spotted, and its creating havoc all around the place."

Jason, blinked, blinked twice, then thrice

"Is that it?"

"Jason, can't you see that this person's dangerous, they had already committed several crimes of arson, assault, and destruction of property, this person is abusing it's powers."

"No im not." An offended voice, called out from the side. all head turned towards the source of the voice, only to be greeted by 6'1 tall boy, who had black hair and blue eyes, and looked just round in his younger adult years. "In my defense they deserved it, won't give me a discount when i literally had a coupon." he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who are you?" Batman asked, his guard up "And how did you get in here?"

"Red hood's medic and the meta you've labeling as dangerous, nice to meet you, and it wasn't that hard to spot this lair if you have x-ray vision" Danny greeted happily offering a handshake, which the dark knight didn't take, Danny retreated his hand in awkward silence.

"That was so sad" Jason cackled, as he pointed at Danny who gave him the middle finger.

"Shut, Its 10:30 pm, your bedtime was like 15 minutes ago, you don't get to talk until you're taller than me." Danny pointed at him.

"Fucking funny, im laughing" Sarcasm was laced in Jason's tone as he glared at Danny, before giving a sigh. "10:30 already shit, time does fly fast, when you're fighting a man in a furry costume" Red hood stated, as he walked towards Danny who only rolled his eyes.

"Bye B, i hope to not see you anytime this week or the next week." He nonchalantly waved bye to the older male, while walking towards his medic.

he turned his head to meet Danny's gaze, then smacked his arm making the man stumble. "Come on, now boss man do your thing"

Danny gave him, a glare before shoving him playfully, he then turned to look at empty air and practically ripped out a dimensional portal out of it, and pushed Jason in it who tripped.

"Bye Mr.Batman, it was nice meeting you" Danny bid farewell as he closed the portal on the Man who looked like he can use a break.

[eigwayne]

I know I’m not popular enough nor write or draw often enough for it to be a concern, but you know, full disclosure, for the record, etc.

This is my promise:

I do not and will not use AI to write, draw, or paint. This applies to both fanworks and original works.

I will never knowingly use AI-created assets in a game or resource.

I will not just change the names or otherwise file the serial numbers off my fanfic in order to publish it for money like it was original.

And yeah, I know the last item is not a big deal to many people and a lot of authors are getting rich publishing their fics under new names. But that feels squicky to me. Like cheating, like you’re plagiarizing yourself, like you’re making money off someone’s IP and then lying about it.

You can do what you like; I’m not the fun police. And yeah, that third promise is probably pretty rich coming from a Daomu Biji fan, I know, I know about the Candle in the Tomb fic rumor, I have come to terms with it, maybe. But me, personally? I won’t Ctrl+H my fanfics and pretend they’re new stories to publish. If I ever do finish and publish something, it’ll be new and all my own fault. Promise.

[arminsumi]

🔞 bed breaking ft. gojo

warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut, creampies, "princess", daddy kink, dirty talk, no plot just pure horny from my melted 1 am brain!!

mmm gojo is fucking crazee 😖

so duh... sex with gojo is crazy too. erratic. sweaty. he has u in all imaginable positions all over the bed in the span of an hour. oh... two hours. oh ok... three hours. jesus... four hours? does he run out of stamina? uhhh... yeah if your pussy milks him too good, then he collapses to ur side. refuses to lay in the wet patch. spoiled prince. but he spoils your princess pussy with lots and lots and lots of creampies. and my fucking god he is CRAZED for creampies. loves stuffing u full!! loves seeing your pussy quiver when his cockhead pops out and ur hole spits cum out. he watches it dribble down your slit like its a wildlife documentary. makes stupid jokes during sex so u break down giggling in the middle, he slows and stills inside and laughs with you, feeling his dick throb, apologetically kissing u and thennnnnn he snaps u out of those giggles by shoving his cock up into ur guts n pounding away... grunting and gripping ur hips which are really truly his most favorite thing in the world. he goes harder bc he sees ur body jiggling under his imposing frame. such a big boy with a stupidly big dick to match. yk!! big cock for a cocky boy!! and he knows how to use it, which makes him so lethal in bed; he can make those legs shake then go numb and laugh abt it... "oh ur so fuckin' weak baby, yeah? too fuckin' weak to take this dick? aw my pretty little princess... she can't even take daddy's dick..." n he just fucks u deeper into the mattress while u weep n sob into the pillow, too full of pleasure to think. too full of his dick to think :( he has genuinely broken ur bed... MULTIPLE. TIMES. and he doesn't apologize for it because he doesn't think he's at fault. no it's not his animalistic thrusts when he's reaching balls deep inside u that's the problem... it's just a cheap bed that can't support him!! blame the bed!! "oh... lol i think u need a new bed... 🤭" he thinks its sooo funny that ur bed cant take his pounding and yet ur pussy happily takes the abuse. "wow... i broke ur pussy and ur bed in one night!! :) i deserve a medal."