#is that she literally doesn't fully stop until the fucking finale

[the-entire-cast-needs-therapy]

ASDFGHJKL; I NEVER NOTICED THE SHOT WHERE LONNIE IS JUST LYING THERE AS ADORA GOES IN FOR HER BIG MOMENT THAT’S HILARIOUS

I didn’t catch on to the “setting Adora up to win” aspect of Lonnie’s character, but it kind of ties in to a headcanon I’ve had for a while now. That being that while the rest of the squad likes Adora as a person, there’s a certain amount of... distance.

Almost a full two years ago, I made this post about the “Adora’s not here to protect you anymore” scene- although it was less about that line and more about the implications some of the other lines have for how the Horde cadets see princesses, and what that means for Adora. It underscores how she’s socially isolated by virtue of her ignorance- and more broadly, her proximity to Shadow Weaver.

We don’t see Shadow Weaver from the average cadet’s perspective, but we can... extrapolate. The fact that evidently, no one fully believes the princess-related propaganda she spews, plus that one comment Catra makes about how Shadow Weaver is bitter and power-hungry “and everyone knows it”... Catra is biased here because of her (justified) hatred of Shadow Weaver, but that doesn’t mean she’s wrong. People know Shadow Weaver is, to some extent, full of shit.

But Adora doesn’t.

The game is stacked in Adora’s favor- her fellow cadets are helping stack it- but Adora doesn’t know that. Adora’s success isn’t because of any inherent qualities, it comes from how heavily Shadow Weaver (and by extension anybody Shadow Weaver reports to, which is seemingly everyone except Hordak) favors her. And everyone knows that, except Adora.

Part of Adora’s grooming as Shadow Weaver’s pet project involves convincing her that she’s The Only One Who Can Do This, that she’s inherently special (that everything is her responsibility/fault and she has to be willing to die for the cause). But pre-She-ra? She really isn’t. She’s good, yeah, but not really better than Catra. And nobody else even tries to beat her, because unlike Catra, they know they have something, however small, to lose by disrupting the pecking order.

There’s a lot of things the other cadets just can’t do with Adora. A lot of conversations they can’t have. Because they’re in on a few very important secrets that Adora just isn’t.

And it’s not like they’re going to tell her! That would be a terrible idea! Catra’s certainly trying, but it’s not exactly going well for her. Adora won’t listen. She’s too invested in the image of herself that Shadow Weaver created, and she’s not keen on it being challenged. And they have absolutely nothing to gain by either making Adora mad at them or giving her an existential crisis.

The Horde and Toxic Strength - Lonnie

(Post where I go on way too long about the Horde's ideals of Strength HERE.)

LONNIE

Status: STRONG

Lonnie is, first and foremost, someone who knows what side her bread is buttered on. She's unambiguously 'Strong', and - as somone who values that status - engages with the role far more deliberately and consciously than, say, Adora does.

Lonnie is acutely aware of the biases in the system; she knows that Adora is the Designated Winner in their creche, and that being better than her is just going to earn you a drubbing. So she doesn't try. If Adora is destined to win, then it's Lonnie's job to make that happen.

Lonnie never challenges Adora; instead, she spends her time removing roadblocks and lining up shots, then fading into the background while Adora score the winning goal. She works to reinforce the system, and she is rewarded for it. She gets to be the second-in-command, and be included in the camaraderie. She gets to make Kyle do all her shit work. Not being the Designated Winner even means she gets to be buffered against directly dealing with Shadow Weaver.

The also underlies her interactions with Catra, because Catra is one of those roadblocks Lonnie is responsible for removing. Catra's tactics don't actually matter - the fact that she is endangering Adora's status as The Winner is, in an of itself, "fighting dirty". It's breaking the system, and putting them all at risk.

That's where this bit of hostility comes from, too; with Adora gone, there's a hole in their group's power structure. Lonnie isn't saying this because she has a personal vendetta against Catra, she's doing it to try and stabilize the situation - to prevent Catra from rocking the boat when they're already in middle of a metaphorical storm.

She adjust (relatively) smoothly to Catra's unexpected promotion largely because she doesn't actually hate Catra. Sure, she's shocked, but after that initial outburst she more-or-less realigns herself like the good little soldier she is.

Which isn't to say she likes Catra. Their relationship remains prickly for several reasons - Lonnie has her own feelings of betrayal and abandonment to work though, Catra doesn't do camaraderie - but Lonnie actually tries really hard to make it work, because Catra is now the Designated Winner, and supporting the system is what she's always done.

The thing that ultimately fractures Lonnie's loyalty to the system (and thus to Catra) isn't so much that Adora left (though she did) or that S4 Catra is a bad boss (although she is); it's Lonnie processing that (a) The system never cared about loyalty, only it's use as a tool of control/self-perpetuation and (b) This doesn't means she has to not care about it.

Bonus head-canons/errata:

Lonnie would have backed off immediately and tried a different tack if Adora had ever gotten even slightly snarly about bullying Catra. Lonnie read the lack of confrontation as an implicit endorsement(and was not wrong to do so), even if Adora didn't parse it that way.

Post-series, Lonnie is probably still really angry with Adora, even if she's mostly processed her feelings about Catra. Think in terms of bad bosses: The one who mandated daily overtime and denied sick days is the one who made you quit. They sucked, but they never promised to be other than what they were, and at least you got to end the relationship on your own terms. But the boss who went on and on about being a family, and promised raises just as soon as you were over this hump, and then fucked off a week before Christmas with everyone's paychecks (and who never came back for you)? That's the one you resent.

[shoumachisblog]

LOCO

Male Reader x Shin Ryujin

Tags: Blowjob, Deepthroat, Ryujin getting facefucked real hard, Ryujin is down bad horrendously, Cock Worship

First time doing this. Hope you guys like it :D

“I want you to fuck me for the whole night."

was the first thing that came out from Ryujin's mouth as soon as she got inside your house. Well, considering how busy she gets these days, it is understandable for her to say something like that the moment she meets you, who happens to be the manager of ITZY. Surprisingly, no one seems to know the secret relationship between you and Ryujin. The whole world knows that both Ryujin and Chaeryeong are a couple but they didn't know that Ryujin's crave for dick is much bigger than any woman or gay in this world.

But here she is.

Inside your house.

On her knees.

Between your legs.

“Aaaaaahnnn....." Ryujin let out a moan of affirmation as she was able to fish out your cock out quite easily, which caused your arousal beginning to stir to life. Ryujin takes a long and loud sniff on your cock and you are damn sure that Ryujin loves the smell of your cock that made her shudder.

“You're such a slut for my cock, you know that right?" You sensed another spike in Ryujin's arousal and desire, as she begins to give the underside of your cock a long yet wet lick with her tongue. “You like being called slut, don't you?" You asked, receiving another moan of affirmation and that resulted in her face completely pressed into your cock - to be specific her forehead and nose literally press into the base of your cock with both of your hands at the back of her head.

Ryujin's eyes went backwards and let out yet another moan of affirmation that vibrated your already hardened cock as her mouth acts like a vacuum, sucking literally everything on your cock. You let yourself enjoy the tightness of her throat for a few more seconds before letting her go and it's safe to say that Ryujin didn't die from the sudden attack.

Ryujin slowly pulls her head back before making a pop noise when the head of your cock gets out from her warm and tight throat.

“Your cock tastes amazing... I just can't stop thinking about it... Fuck...." Ryujin is completely lost in her own arousal and desire now that she can't even find the words to speak what she had inside her mind. She lowers her head and starts licking your balls as if they were lollipops, moving her tongue slowly from side to side, savouring the musky taste around your nutsack. “I wish Chaeryeong could see what I'm seeing right now. Does she know that her so-called handsome girlfriend is obsessed with cock?"

Ryujin doesn't respond, completely controlled by her own lust and desire as she slowly kisses her way up along the length of your cock while muttering, “I love your cock" “cock is the best" “this cock is mine" She can't stop kissing it until she makes eye contact with you. You're not an optician, but you know what her eyes were saying.

Ryujin's mouth opened widely immediately and both of your hands were already at the back of her head, ready to land an impact inside the warm cavern that was waiting for you.

With a small amount of force, you shoves yourself fully into Ryujin's mouth. She can feel the tip of your cock at the back of her throat, cutting off air and she was grunting and gagging when her face completely smashed against your pelvis. “Fuck! That's it! Take it all, you damn slut!" You growled in arousal as thick rivulets of drool started oozing from the corners of her mouth and Ryujin didn't show any attempt to pull her face away, even placing her hands on any parts of your body. A bubble of snot even burst out from her right nostrils, and to make it even more nasty, the makeup that she had on her face for her schedule today was trailing down her cheeks as her eyes began to water. You keep her head pushed down just long enough for her to begin to swim from lack of oxygen before finally pulling her head away from your cock. Ryujin gasps for air and looks up at you, tears running down her face and your glistening cock is still connected to her mouth by heavy strings of saliva.

After a long moment of so-called freedom, you shoves your entire cock back into her mouth, starting to move your hips against her mouth, pumping your cock through her warm, tight, and wet throat. Another bubble of snot comes out from the same nostril, and a smaller one comes from the other. Her eyes bulge a little and she can feel you throbbing inside her throat, with dropping eyelids, she tries to lick the underside of your cock with her tongue, enjoying the texture and the sensations of your veins. “Suck it, you little bitch!" You growled aggressively, ploughing Ryujin's mouth relentlessly, hammering it to the hilt with every thrust and her mouth keeps salivating, covering her chin and dripping down your balls.

You looked down and good lord, Ryujin looks so fucking addicted with your cock right now. You don't know if she is even conscious right now but her expression makes you grinning with arousal and desire, increasing both your pace and the level of force, you aren't going anywhere as hard as you could but you are getting close to going as hard as you could without hurting Ryujin.

She's losing air, and Ryujin doesn't seem to have the desire to stop you at all. Her lungs are already burning again but she doesn't want this stop until you coat her throat with your first load of the night.

You kept slamming her face against your crotch. Ryujin can feel your trembling fingers against her skull, telling her that you're pretty darn close to your climax. “Fuck! I love fucking your throat so much!" You moan and Ryujin feels your cock twitch inside her throat just before you pull her head slightly backwards and push it down onto your crotch as hard as possible before spilling yourself down her throat. Your movements become jerky, you were groaning and hissing through clenched teeth, and your hands and legs clamped around her head to keep her still. “Drink it! Ryujin! All of it, your dirty slut!" and Ryujin didn't waste a single drop, listening to you moan as you uses her throat to milk yourself of every last drop.

Once you are done, you held Ryujin there for a while longer while still panting. After a moment, Ryujin most of your cock out of her mouth, leaving only the tip in her mouth. Ryujin gasped for air, cheeks red with a bright blush as she looked up at you, licking her lips and rolling her tongue around your cock in the process.

“How about a few more rounds with that warm and tight throat of yours before I fill that needy pussy of yours huh?" You say and she blinks a few times, trying to understand if she really heard what you were just saying.

“YES, MASTER...."

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

(,,uhuh tw. brief mentions/implications of s/a.)

DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT ISNT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH THAT INFURIATES ME??

Constance's arc in RTC. Literally nobody talks about it and waters her down to just being the nice mom friend™️ which completely undermines the arc she goes through of both

1. Reclaiming her innocence. Throughout the musical there's a LOT of moments that can represent that arc up until sugar cloud

2. How she wasn't happy with her life and didn't realize the good of it until her dying moments. plagued by that thought until she reaches true happiness now knowing she had a good life in sugar cloud

GGGGOD sometimes the blatant undermining of the arcs each character has (,,excluding Jane. I don't think she ever really had an arc; just. Left in despair only knowing her death and the mourning of something she can't remember, wondering if god itself had abandoned her) me so INFURRIATED LIKE RAGHAJRHRRRUJS THERE'S SO MUCH ANALYSIS POTENTIAL AND THEYRE ALL SO WELL WRITTEN TO BE RELATEABLE IN SOME SHAPE OR FORM

Connie was not all just sunshine & rainbows she was going through the mental WRINGER and struggling with her self-loathing & depression up until her death. She probably still dealt with it throughout the musical — now being plagued by even more secrets to keep & the self loathing of what happened just three hours before. (,,example is. the one scene after Ocean goes "We all died virgins" & Karnak pressures Constance a bit. God that scene makes me so ☹️)

She doesn't like. Fully reclaim her innocence & happiness until sugar cloud — which I like to personally think her letting her hair down is representation of her slowly starting to let go of it all. Just. Truly starting to feel happy, like a little kid again. Realizing she had a good life and appreciating what she had now that she's gone. What she went through doesn't define her. Therefore, she doesn't let it hold her back. Letting that inner child out for whats probably the first time in a LONG time.

And I think that's just. A really beautiful thing to her character that gets ignored a lot; which to me is one of the more relatable aspects of her character. Not realizing how much you love everything until something bad happens. From the smallest things like the feeling of getting into bed after a long day— your body finally relaxing after throbbing with pain & exhaustion all day, or even just seeing the smile on a family/friend's face after not seeing them for a while— to the more specific things such as seeing people being happy around you. Happy to be with you. All while knowing what you've gone through doesn't define who you are; letting that little kid inside of you out into the world to truly feel the warmth of the sun.

God sorry I just absolutely love Constance jawbreaker/sugar cloud had me BAWLING the first few times I heard it and I'm not prepared to sob over it again when I see RTC in february,, anyways THIS FUCKASS FANDOM NEEDS TO STOP UNDERMINING ARCS AND REALLY ANALYZE THE CHARACTERS MORE RAGGHHHHHHH

[echo-has-queries]

Miraculous Ladybug Marigami AU where Adrien and Felix are literally just cats:

They are both rescues, of course. Adrien is a little shy at first but once he gets to know a person he is the cuddliest, most affectionate, most adorable little bean. He never misbehaves and he learns tricks happily and quickly. His owner, Marinette, loves him so much she is fully delusional about all cats surely being like this as well and Alya regularly has to stop her from getting more.

Now Felix on the other hand is a menace. A gremlin of epic proportion, he is constantly doing exactly what he knows he isn't supposed to and uncannily good at it. He won't just get into the stash of cat food, he'll get into the whole fridge somehow. Simultaneously he is completely unwilling to perform tricks no matter how you try to motivate him and he will scratch the fuck out of anyone who tries to touch him except for his owner: Kagami. Inexplicably he loves Kagami and Kagami only. For her he's cuddly and cute and loves riding on her shoulders or being carried by her but she need only point him at someone else and he starts hissing.

This is all well and good until Marinette and Kagami's relationship goes to the next level and they move in together.

Thinking Felix is like Adrien (they do look identical after all) Marinette tries to befriend him and gets shredded for her troubles. Kagami tells her to be careful with Felix: He just doesn't like anyone, it's not about her and she doesn't want Marinette getting hurt. Marinette says: "Of course, of course! Don't even worry about it!" But secretly she is determined to befriend that cat. That cat is her girlfriend's cat and it is going to love her too or clearly she is a terrible girlfriend and not worthy of Kagami. She goes through her typical Marinettesque schemes to befriend him: Food bribary, catnip perfume, stealing Kagami's perfume and clothes, buying him toys, letting him get away with his mischief - nothing works. He stays aloof and hostile, Marinette ending up with more scratches than healthy skin. She excuses them as sewing misshaps, but Kagami isn't stupid.

Eventually Kagami catches on to her girlfriend's suffering and asks her what's going on. Marinette breaks down and admits what she's been trying to do but that she's failed. That Felix still hated her and so inevitably Kagami would come to hate her too because if she doesn't get along with her cat then how could Kagami ever love her? Kagami tells her she's being stupid, shocking Marinette out of her anxiety attack. Kagami reassures her that Felix hates everyone and Kagami knows this. She would never require for a girlfriend of hers to befriend him because that would be impossible. Yes, Felix is important to her but Marinette is too. She wants to stay her girlfriend and the only thing she needs Marinette to do in regards to Felix is live comfortably in the same flat as him. If she can do that without constantly being attacked, without suffering - which Kagami is willing to help with, she doesn't want to put Marinette alone through trouble to make this work - then that's all that matters.

Marinette apologises for going behind her back with this whole thing and not just being honest from the start and they finally settle into cohabitation. Marinette loves Kagami so much it's easy for her to put up with needing to avoid Felix and simply ignore the cat. Adrien and Felix get along fine with each other, surprisingly. They don't cuddle often but Felix does seem to take some form of liking to the other cat, often mirroring with him and sometimes even playing. It takes a few more instances of getting scratched or hissed at until Marinette can tell Adrien and Felix apart on sight and from then on she simply enjoys having her own cuddly kitty and her wonderful girlfriend.

Felix is not happy about this. He does not like sharing his owners attention and the at first only annoying new human in his territory becomes his enemy. He lingers and watches at first, always a far too clever cat. Her room is locked to keep him out but doors have never stopped him for long. He has a secret way outside that the goodie-two-paws Adrien never uses but Felix is braver than him and so he waits for his opportunity. One day Marinette leaves her bedroom window open while she's rushing to buy another stretch of fabric, the deadline of her newest and most complex project yet looming, and Felix strikes.

Marinette comes home to find the dress she was sewing in tatters, her room in utter disarray and having been stressed out of her mind already completely breaks down. Kagami comes home to find her girlfriend crying curled up on the floor, surrounded by the evidence of Felix's crime. Now Kagami would see how useless this human was and go back to paying attention to only him.

Except that's not what happens. When Kagami goes to him and picks him up it's to drop and lock him in the bathroom. It's trivial for him to escape but that she put him there in the first place is irreconcilable. And freed all he can do is watch as Kagami holds and comforts the other human, petting her head the way he should be getting petted. No! This is wrong! He has to do something! He tries to go to Kagami pretending to be Adrien but the other cat is already curled supportively in Marinette's lap and Kagami would have recognised him anyway and she says: "Felix, no! Bad cat!" He is sent away, out of the room. Away from his beloved owner. And just like that Felix's world crumbles. He was a bad cat? His Kagami had called him a bad cat?? All because of that girl!? It was all her fault! Except, no. Felix was a smarter cat than that. He knew that it was his own fault.

Kagami asks for an extension on Marinette's project for her and the client is only too happy to allow it. Marinette's work is so excellent, they say, that any wait is worth it. "See?", Kagami tells her. "It's going to be alright. I'm sorry about Felix I don't understand what's gotten into him. I'll take him to the vet tomorrow." Marinette asks her what if he just hates her? What if he will always hate her? "He won't", Kagami promises her. "Nobody could ever hate you forever, Marinette. Not even Chloé Bourgeois did, remember?" And that did cheer Marinette up because it was funny to think of a cat as a bigger diva than Chloé Bourgeois. "I love you", Marinette tells Kagami. "I love you too", Kagami responds. And in Marinette's lap Adrien meows his own agreement.

The next day Felix is taken to the vet but other than extreme grumpyness nothing seems to be wrong with him. The vet says if he had a few more symptoms like lack of appetite he would say he's depressed but it is likely he is simply acting out because he does not like a recent change in his environment. Kagami is down her whole way back home and so is Felix. "I don't want to give you up", she tells the cat, having always felt that he could understand her. He is such a smart cat, sometimes to his own detriment. "But I'm not giving up her either. Please don't cleave my heart in two, Felix." And Felix responds with a miserable little mewel.

Things are calm at the flat for the next few days. Marinette is busy with her project and Kagami takes Felix to her room most days, still worried he'll act out again. This is what Felix wanted but somehow it doesn't feel like a victory. He doesn't like it when Kagami is sad like this and he doesn't like that he is the cause of that sadness.

When Marinette is finally done with the dress she collapses into Kagami's arms for the next few days. She's overworked herself as usual to make up for the therefore minimal delay. Kagami thinks it's admirable and cute but since meeting Marinette and falling for her she's also realised the toll of excellence and recognising that in Marinette made her rethink those values. Now she takes it easy from time to time and wishes Marinette would push herself less as well. But that is a problem she can adress another time. For now she is happy to cuddle and comfort her girlfriend as long as she needs it and longer. Adrien comes walking up then, meowing politely as he always does before jumping up onto the couch with them to support his Marinette. Kagami adores Felix but she has to admit Adrien's more generous affection has grown on her. He cuddles up to Marinette and is happy with Kagami's headscratches, purring contently as Marinette stroked his back and held him close.

Then Adrien walks into the room, meowing politely as he always does before hesitating as he sees there is already a cat on the sofa with his owner. Marinette and Kagami both look at him in wonder, then down at the cat they were already petting, then at each other, then back at the cat. "Felix?", Kagami asks and he meows, seeming to still as if anticipating trouble. Marinette has frozen up too, hand hovering over his back. He'd never let her pet him before. Not even a little bit. Carefully Marinette resumes her strokes and after another moment Felix resumes his purring, seeming to never break eye contact with Kagami. Kagami looks at her cat and her girlfriend and can't help but smile. When Marinette looks back up to her it is with tears and glee in her eyes. With the hand not petting Felix she pulls Kagami into a soft kiss. Adrien, finally seeming to decide that any lap will do, jumps up and cuddles into Kagami, prompting a bit of a chuckle from Marinette. She scratches him under his chin with her free hand which requires some contortion as she avoids having to move Felix. Then she contently leans into Kagami, feeling entirely at home for the first time.

Felix is still a beast, still more likely to misbehave than to not. But he knows to leave Marinette's room alone and doesn't scratch her anymore. The degree of affection from that one night stays a novelty, but Marinette can give him a pet or two without him fleeing or complaining. Now the only ones at risk of falling into the trap of thinking they are approaching Adrien and instead get four sets of claws of Felix are Marinette and Kagami's guests. Alya simply learns not to approach and let Adrien approach her instead. Juleka gently stops Rose from trying to cuddle Felix despite his protests. Alix makes it a challenge for herself to pet him and retreat fast enough so he can't scratch her in time. Kim launches little balls of paper at both cats until Marinette and Kagami tell him to stop, despite neither cat exactly hating the experience. Chloé was never interested in pets, saying she hates to get fur on her expensive clothes, though one day Marinette catches Chloé petting Felix anyway and Felix letting himself be pet by her. Marinette can't decide if it's a miracle or an omen but either way, Chloé doesn't hear the end of it for weeks. Max just has Makov pet Felix which also works, somehow. Nino is far too busy playing with Adrien every time he comes over to even notice Felix glaring from one of his high perches around the house.

Marinette wants to build him a cat wall. Kagami wants to buy them all a whole house before they drill into a rented apartment wall. Marinette doesn't want to ask for such a huge investment from just Kagami until they're married. Kagami's response of: "Alright, then let's get married", leaves Marinette bright red and in a state of mania for three days.

They compromise on some renter friendly cat accomodations for now.

[pedge-page]

Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing

But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.

I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)

🩷🩷🩷

Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).

Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:

- - - -

When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).

So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.

It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.

There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—

Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??

And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?

When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.

He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.

It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.

Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?

"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.

Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.

"Meet Ramses!"

He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."

"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.

It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.

"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.

You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.

Joel, please, lower your voice—"

"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"

"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."

"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—

"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"

Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.

A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.

"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.

But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.

"Why is it in my hoodie?"

"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"

The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—

"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."

"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.

-

Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.

There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.

And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—

Oh my god.

"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"

You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"

"Mother?"

"MAYBE."

Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."

"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—

Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.

You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...

Not that you'd EVER tell him that.

"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."

"That's a little too far—"

"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."

He sighs in defeat.

Can't argue there.

so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.

All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.

- - - -

Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist

[amymbona]

I’m gonna need to know more about what happened after this!

He probably tells you about the boner few days later, leaving out that it was a result od seeing you in that beautiful dress. Just mentions some random model on the TV that he doesn't even find sexy at all. You're still kinda pissed at him, but the good news are enough to warm your angry heart.

Things continue in the same lane: practice two times a day, three proper meals and some snacks, helping Patrick wash himself and moving him from the wheelchair onto his bed. The arguments seem to have evaporate ld and you're happier too. Actually, you're literally glowing, spending some more time on your phone now that Patrick has stopped being a bitch and can go a few minutes without you assistance.

You manage to convince him to go out for a walk (or a drive, in the correct terminology) as well. At first, Patrick is hesitant, not wanting to deal with paparazzi that might be lurking around his place. He's not really that oblivious to the press and has read some articles that his manager sent him about you, a mysterious nurse living with the injured tennis star. Luckily, your calm and collected self is almost fully out of touch with social media, so it doesn't concern you, but Patrick is really fucking pissed.

You take him out for a stroll anyway, just around the neighbourhood. Patrick is all moody, muttering how he should have stayed at home instead, even though no one is particularly concerned by his sudden public appearance. And when two teenage boys approach the two of you, excitedly begging for a picture with Patrick, he can't refuse them. That's how the word spreads that he is doing much better.

You begin disappearing more often too, mostly in the evenings, your atrocious colleague filling in for you. Patrick hates the lady. She's even younger than you, constantly watching the TV or painting her nails. For the delicacy she spreads the pink nail polish with, her hands feel almost harsh on Patrick's body. Cold, weird, dishonest, and without a single attempt for gentle care. And the final thing that makes Patrick absolutely despise her is when she lets her mouth run loose and lets him know that you've been seeing some guy.

Patrick is furious, to say at least, absolutely fuming. It's like his whole world crumbles, like his whole world that the two of you have built crumbles and he's reduced to the same immobile shit he was three months ago. He... He thought you had a something. A connection. Doesn't it look like that? Your kind smiles directed at him, despite his childish behaviour, the way you stroke his shoulders and back when he's hurting, allowing him to rest his hand on your own chest when he gives you the puppy eyes. He's sure that you know him like the back of your hand, that you're the only person who truly believes in him, in his success, that he will heal. He's healing for you.

So one evening, when you're out on one of your stupid days, Patrick does the most idiotic thing possible. He hasn't attempted to walk yet, but a sudden wave of something close to rage, disdain, and maybe jealousy possesses him to get up from the wheelchair. He grips the back of his office chair, knees wobbly and weak, and then kicks his bare foot against the foot of the bed. And then again, and again, and again. He abuses himself until something snaps, a bone, presumably, and he falls to the ground with tears.

You rush to the hospital in one of your pretty dresses, having abandoned your mister perfect after receiving a call. Patrick is furious, refusing to let anyone else treat him, insisting that you are the only one who can touch him. He doesn't care that you're not s doctor, that you can't heal a broken foot in any way, but he won't allow anyone to do a single thing until you're by his side.

The side you're met with is a complete tragedy. The most furious and at the same time miserable version od Patrick you've ever seen. Laid on the white table and surrounded by a bunch of professionals, screaming, cursing and threatening to sue them if they dare lay a hand on him. You rush to his side, unable to remain angry, not when he's in pain. You only were told that he fell, that he hurt himself, and so you immediately begin questioning him, calling him stupid and exclaiming what the hell has he done. Patrick just squeezes your hand tightly and says it was an accident.

You spend the night huddled up in an uncomfortable plastic chair by Patrick bed, listening to the beeping rhythm of his heart, almost too calm for what has happened, his right foot covered by a heavy, white cast. Patrick almost begins feeling guilty when he wakes up, eyes settling on your poor form, the skirt od your pretty dress wrinkled from the uncomfortable night spent in the hospital. But it doesn't take too long for a smirk to replace the frown. He's happy, satisfied. You spent the night with him, not your stupid date.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Their Darling Doesn't Believe Them When They Confess Their Love ♡

(Veronia is not included in this because right off the bat she tells you that you're her mate.)

♡ It feels a bit insulting almost that her future queen thinks she would joke or lie about something that is as important as this. She gave you a ring so surely you should understand she's being entirely serious about this, she makes you sit on her lap in her office most days, perhaps it's because she didn't ask you in front of everyone, that was her mistake, she'll force you to attend a ball with her so she can propose in front of everyone and they'll all understand you're going to be the queen in the future, even if you don't fully grasp it yet, everyone else will get the picture. Or perhaps you think she's lying because you're a maid, in that case she'll have to make a noble family adopt you so you'll realize she's being entirely serious about making you her queen. ♡

♡ She feels a bit bad about how she behaved in the past, joking around and acting coy and overly flirty, she's angry at herself for damaging her chances with you but don't worry she'll show you her true self from now on and you'll understand how much she loves you and needs to have you at her side. She luckily has a lot of power at her disposal due to the temple literally worshiping her so she can use all of that to give you gifts and praise until you understand she's entirely committed to you, she just needs to get those bad thoughts about her not loving you out of your head, she'll have to hurt anyone who makes you doubt her love for you afterwards, very hard, after all she's putting so much work into this, she can't afford to have people spoiling it. ♡

♡ You're an idiot, sure this whole things started as fake dating but how do you seriously think this is fake dating still when she holds you close every single night and you two have probably already fucked at least once before she confesses to you, maybe she should kill her family then you'll understand it's no longer fake because she has no need to fake date you in front of her family but she's still keeping you around so surely you'll understand now, she didn't have to marry you after her parents death since she'd already inherited the title so surely you'll finally stop being such and idiot, right? ♡

♡ Has she done something wrong, precious sunflower? She doesn't understand why you would doubt her sincerity when she spends every waking hour dedicating herself to you... She supposes this must be due to how unworthy she is to be in your presence however she can not leave you be, you are too pure and perfect and she fears if she cannot convince you of her affections then someone will snatch you, someone who is entirely unworthy of holding you in their arms, she promises she won't touch you or ask for your affection in this marriage however the marriage must proceed to ensure she can take care of and protect you for the rest of your life with her. She does hope eventually even if you never return her feelings, you will grasp her sincerity one day. ♡

♡ Abigail feels like she's going insane, she's put in so much effort into getting you to understand her affections for you and yet you just simply don't believe her. It's not that you're rejecting her, it's that you don't believe she's sincere, you feel like her feelings towards you are a joke... You don't see her for a couple of days afterwards, she needs to formulate a game plan. Unlike the others she doesn't want to just go ahead with kidnapping or a wedding because she wants you to be involved in the planning and that can only happen once she gets you to understand she's being completely genuine. Plus she needs time away for a bit to beat the shit out of the training mannequins because what has she done wrong that her devotion to her lady comes off as insincere? ♡

♡ She... thinks of this as you accepting her love confession, surely you laughed at it which means that you must have found it funny and she will be very confused when later on she goes to give you a big ol smooch and you start giggling again, okay you can stop laughing now, she wants a kiss from her pookie but then you start laughing more cause you still think she's joking and then she gets a little bit angry, stop fucking laughing and give her a kiss you bitch. When she learns you thought she was joking about asking you out, she feels sad, aw poor pookie, should she kill anyone who ever made you feel like you would never get asked out in the past. ♡

♡ You must be joking right? She walks up to you and tells you that it's love at first sight and you just don't believe she's being sincere? Babygirl, she's going to have to be honest when you says, you must be crazy, do you know who she even is? She has a reputation in court for not speaking very frequently unless helping someone with something or it's important, she's not exactly known as someone who cracks jokes, did you think she just randomly decided after a century of life she would start cracking jokes today? Well you clearly don't feel the bond yet so she's going to have to lock you in her tower until you can grasp she's not one for jokes. ♡

[lafiametta]

Loved your meta on Igor and agree so much, he was one of my favourite characters this year. I just wanted to add a thought or two of mine about the ending.

A important moment imo that surprisingly few people are talking about is the moment they just look at each other after he stops her from hitting him again. It's the longest time they share eye contact in the film, they miss each other gazes a lot and when they do you at each other, it's not with eye contact, they're not SEEING each other. Even when she initiates sex she has a 'mask' on even as he staring at her. When the mask finally slips after he tries to kiss her, he looks at her as if he's seeing her for the first time, and he probably is (A+ acting from both of them, this movie would've have worked with any of the cast but particularly those two).

And it's so important that he pulls her in to hold her after she's been so brutally rejected throughout the film ( in the script, she collapses on him, while he still holds her as she cries, its different-and how I though it would be when i read the summary before seeing it). Him actually seeing her and pulling her closer feels important for me, even if it's just for a moment

Love this! And you're totally right: in that moment he really is seeing her without the mask she puts on for everyone else. (And I suspect he already knew the mask was there, even if up until that point he could only see hints of what she was actually like underneath it. Even her name is like another layer she hides under, although he makes it clear his interest is in the real person, not the girlish nickname: “I like Anora more than Ani.”)

He's been quietly watching her almost the whole time they've been together and seen her be all kinds of things — defiant, furious, combative, sarcastic, demanding, resigned — but it's the first moment she lets her guard down and shows her vulnerability to another person. It would have been easy enough for her to scream and push herself off his lap and get out of the car. Instead, she just freezes, waiting to see what he'll do. Now that he's seen her, the real her, will he reject her (as you so accurately put it) like everyone else in the movie has? Will he call her a whore or a fucking bitch or a disgusting hooker?

Even with her hair shielding part of her face, we can see her start to crumble, her chin wobbling. Igor can see it too — the scared and hurt girl who's been putting up a massive front for so long — and he reaches for her, pulling her in close, offering comfort and acceptance. It's only then that she feels safe enough to let go and surrender to everything she's feeling. (Will that feeling of safety last? It's hard to know — Ani's built up some big walls and it would take a lot to bring them down.)

I think it's also true that in that moment, she sees him too. It's not quite the same, because he doesn't wear the mask like she does, but it's a realization that's been slowly growing since the plane ride to Vegas and fully dawns on her only once they're in his car. For all her bluster about him being a “fucking psychopath” with “rape eyes,” she trusts him enough to sit near him as they watch the local news and share a joint. There's no way she would have been comfortable doing that the day before.

The idea of visibility and being seen is such a interesting current that runs through the movie. Ani's entire livelihood — her whole persona — is wrapped up in being seen, but only in the most superficial way. Even to Ivan, she's an ornament, an accessory, something that literally drapes off of him as they party or as he plays video games. Igor, on the other hand, does his best to be completely invisible, not just in his nondescript clothes, but by his silence, the way he backs up and blends in, his habit of shielding himself underneath his hoodie. It's not until the very end, in the final minute of the movie, that both of them are really seen — and not coincidentally, by each other.

[starrycassi]

I'm back on my insomnia bullsit. I bring you:

Sevika and Viktor details + bit of backstory in the au where jayvik work for silco.

She never saw him as her son, neither did he as his mother. If anything, they are more of a lesbian butch aunt with gambling problems/gay smart-ass nephew with mental issues. However, she was the most "parental" one out of The Serpents (the way jinx calls Sevika, Silco and Singed. She giggles, elongating the "ssss" sound in their names when they're around)

She was the one to teach him how to properly shoot so the recoil wouldn't push him off his feet. He fell on his ass. Multiple times.

After the first time she caught wind of him sneaking a boy into his room (more like parading around) she dragged him into the brothel, locking him in a room and paid for one the girls to come explain what condoms are, their purpose and how to use one. He was already well-aware, so they skipped that and went straight to the most interesting tips the girl could give. He appreciated the gesture.

She trusts him enough to let him help with her prosthetic. Viktor rubs numbing cream into her arm whenever they can get a moment along, which actually made everyone think that they were a thing for a while. He found the rumors funny.

Neither one of them have ever gone through a bad breakup. They usually instigate each other on dumping their current partners for the sake of drama. Neither one of them has held monogamous, committed and respectful relationship for more than two months. Until Jayce, of course.

(I'm so sorry but there is no way Sevika is settling down she could cheat on me with the whole clientele of the last drop and I would apologize to her)

Once, a young and stupid Viktor tried to ask her if she was dating silco. It was one of the few times he saw her retch with disgust.

He sews up her stuff when it gets damaged, since she lacks dexterity. She beats the fuck up out of anyone who comes close to him, in return.

They smoke together often. Jayce is scandalized. Viktor knows that it's bad for his already fucked up lungs, but he's actually really addicted to it and can't just quit now. He's been perched at sevika's side for years, after all. It's a learned dependence.

He doesn't gamble as much as her, but can be lethal when they team up. He's amazing at any necessary mathematical analysis and she's better than him at reading people's faces.

Viktor knows that they will never be able to fully trust each other, but trusts her more than anyone else when it comes to having his back

He knows that she's aware of his dislike for silco and his methods. They often skirt around this topic, which is difficult when the man is literally their boss.

They have a ton of matching capes!! Viktor has cloaks and she has her one-shoulder ones. They tend to buy the fabric in bulk and get some of silco's lackeys to get them done. This wasn't relevant for either one of them at the start. That has changed over the years.

She's had to physically get him away from enraged people before to avoid his death. He refused to apologize. His sassyness is part of the deal.

(if Viktor were to ever marry Jayce like they do in the movies, the only person he can think of to walk him down the aisle or do any of that cheesy stuff, is her)

They often end up using the same eyeliner. Viktor owns more makeup than her.

Once, he started coughing blood. She hit him in the back so hard that it actually stopped the cough because his heart was too scared to keep him breathing for a second.

When they get drunk together, they'll adopt each other's accent and mix them in with their own (I hc sevika to have a slightly middle-eastern accent) and the standard bystander can NOT decipher what they're telling each other.

She once tried to use her arm as a betting chip. Viktor was the one to stop her. She snapped and hit him in the face, fucking his nose up even more. They don't talk about it.

She's actually rather happy that Jayce is part of their lives. She can FINALLY know that Viktor is in his bedroom and not someone else's at 3 fucking am. Which wouldn't be a problem if the kid was able to even run. But he can't. So she has to be concerned.

She's actually learned a bit of engineering and such from watching him work and listening to his ramblings. Viktor feels proud of this.

They WILL stare down someone they don't like. People crumble so quickly. Bitter bitch and her bitterest boy

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

How long have you been on tumblr? What got you started?

Lmaoooooo oh man

Yall. Let me set the stage for a sapphic love story for the ages. This is the story of how I met my wife in the style of beginning at the beginning.

2010 is barely starting to vanish into the rearview mirror, and I have been accepted to the ONLY college I bothered applying to (my mother to this day doesn't know that I just abandoned the other 4 applications she made me swear I would submit) and I am reveling in the aftermath of my victory. I arrive on campus for First Year orientation filled with excitement, nervous energy, and the bone deep knowledge that in my new home state the legal age of consent is 16 which is lucky for me, a real, actual college student who won't be 18 until my second year of university.

I have never been more ready to....ahem....socialize

Anyway, I'm sitting in orientation, surrounded by all these really cool young people learning about the dorms and classes and everything else, and at one point they break us up by our floors in the dorm and have us do ice breakers together since we'll be neighbors for the next year. I find myself sat beside this petite dark haired country femme with her short hair and her backwoods accent slipping through when she wasn't paying enough attention. She is mouth watering.

She is also scrolling Tumblr, her feed exclusively made up of black and white DD/lg aesthetic porn, and ignoring all us queer n'oreasters in the process.

Naturally, I fell in love. Hot, pre-hipster aesthetics, AND emotionally unavailable??? Sign me the fuck up 😍😍😍

Anyway, it takes about 4 months of aggressive flirting during which I fully pinned her to a wall by her wrists and dared her to break free MORE THAN ONCE AS A FUN FRIENDLY GAME where NEITHER OF US figured out what was happening. Our friends were deeply relieved when we finally talked it out and took our bullshit behind closed doors.

It took a few more months, but I was 17 and in love and horny as FUCK so when she had a whole crisis of faith in the spring about fucking another woman, I proposed to her and made an argument about how surely God would forgive. I even gave her my high school ring like the football playing nerd I was. It worked. She calmed down. The school year ended and we were gonna move in together in the dorms next year with our friend.

A month into summer break, she goes dark for three weeks. When she messages me again, she says that she can't be with me anymore and she isn't coming back to school. It's a real Romeo and Juliet moment except two teenage dykes trying to bridge the divide of Odessa TX's southern baptist homophobia. The bitch fucking KEEPS my RING

I go on a two week bender. I fuck my way through the valley and single handedly alter the local polyamory landscape because there's FIVE OF US in the whole FUCKING county.

Until one day, this goddess in purple and gold asks me out and I take her out for Salvadorian food, and then we fuck for 9 hours in her living room until I start getting worried my parents will try to report me missing. I make a passing joke about this as I leave and The Goddess's roommate decides then and there I am "too young" for her friend (I later learn she was BIG MAD assuming I'd make them stop fucking lmao) and literally never forgives me for it. 15 years later I have been married for a decade. My oh my how time flies.

Oh yeah, to answer your actual question: I got on Tumblr in 2011 so I could fuck a hot girl in college and it worked, and now I give advice on the internet about sex and relationships and community work and other stupid bullshit, lmfao

[falling-star-cygnus]

i just binged inside job in two days and i am having feelings™️  -> the execution of this show's main gang is so beautifully done, im like- constantly impressed

because they're all misfits

-> Gigi, Brett, Myc, Andre, Glenn, and Reagan were all pretty much socially isolated until they came to the deep state {even though glenn and gigi's backstories are still pretty much up in the air sans a few glimpses}

but that's why their group works so well, that's why they can intrinsically understand each other without even fully realizing it

i'm realizing they all sort of represent the five stages of grief too; of learning to let go and finally healing in the comfort of their own little fucked up found family

Brett is denial -> He's constantly chasing after any form of affection people will give him, telling himself that it's genuine and that- no, these people don't dislike him! this is just friendly banter! he just needs to prove himself a little more, push just a little farther and then Brett will for sure be worth their approval!

Glenn is anger -> With the limited knowledge we have of Glenn, no finite backstory outside his wife and veteran status, it's pretty easy to realize that he has a lot of anger towards... everything. He's mad about his face, about his divorce and he constantly lashes out about it

Andre is bargaining -> What's beautiful about Andre's writing is the almost intrusive depiction of what he's like sober and why he can't kick the addiction. He's such a terrified and self-conscious person that he'll do or trade anything for the crutch that finally gives him peace of mind.

Reagan is depression -> Like Brett, Reagan is constantly trying to prove herself. However, unlike her best friend, her desire to do so doesn't manifest as optimistic denial. She's strung out and exhausted but she can't stop because what is she without her work? And she can't be bothered to take care of herself because she doesn't see the point in it

Gigi and Myc are acceptance, albeit because -> 1. We see Gigi turning down her literal dream job twice because she realizes that Cognito is her family, and that she doesn't have to fight to prove herself to them -> 2. The entirety of the hivemind episode was Myc just- finally vocalizing that, yeah he's a jerk, but he's the gang's jerk and he's always going to have a place among these people

man, if only this show could get a third season TToTT

[liquid-bonhomme]

Could we maybe get an analysis on her “stop making villains like Magneto, they suck” video?

Also, I for one am sat patiently for that Flowers In The Attic analysis.

FItA Lorch Analysis coming next.

For right now: Part 3, Final round. FIGHT!

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Lily Commits Elder Gay Mutant Abuse, feat. "Eldritch Lily" (Part 3)

8:30: "And making these characters hop in the giant death robot so they can randomly do some heinous act of evil so you feel less guilty for wanting to bring them down is very telling about your priorities as a writer." [We're still talking about Korra, for context.]

I'm highlighting this quote more than anything as a means to really dig into the big stink with Lily's media analysis here. I've said something along the lines of, "I kind of agree with her, but not actually," several times while writing this, and this is exactly why.

I think a lot of people come at media criticism from a very flawed position because of the way the grading works in our school systems, of all things. They judge it like there is the possibility of getting an A+ on your show, movie, novel, video game, etc. For the purpose of reviews, as a quick way to indicate quality/how much you recommend a piece of media, I understand why critics would use scoring systems like that-- but when it comes to analysis, that's not really a useful approach. There are technical skills and proficiencies in execution that you can grade media on like that, but even they have their nuances. Conceptual ideas presented in media, however? No dice.

There are certain filmmakers in particular who I fully acknowledged are very skilled at their craft-- I still strongly dislike their films. I don't agree with the conceptual ideas they have to present, and I don't think they convincingly rationalize their position textually, subtextually, or otherwise. With that said: I think most media produced, regardless of quality, is a net positive for the intellectual landscape of humanity as a whole. With the exception of media that is actively harmful in a very direct way, disingenuous propaganda, or particularly egregious cases of cooperate slop, I support any creative's ability to add to the long-form conversation art and creation offers. Those highly proficient filmmakers I ideologically disagree with, their ability to articulate their worldview so genuinely, and clearly helped me as a creative articulate why I disagree.

With all that said, it's clear Lily doesn't think in that regard. Lily has taken media crit she has heard from other sources. She has just retrofitted it to whichever property she wants to rip into. If it superficially applies enough that she can misrepresent a piece of fiction with an argument, she will apply it across the broad. Approaching media crit like there is a definitive way to "score" fiction on its conceptual value, like it's a high schooler's end of term essay. Context be damned.

What she is articulating here is a valid criticism of certain fictions that try to present morally complex villains. This is a complaint I've made myself over properties like the first Black Panther film (which, thankfully, they at least did their best to rectify in the second). But not Kuvira. Not Magneto as a whole.

9:07: "Which would have been interesting, and led to some criticism of the main characters for trying to restore the same monarchy that has previously failed the people."

They weren't trying to restore the monarchy. They were protecting the prince from assassination. I feel like it'd be pretty tyrannical of the Avatar to say, "fuck you Earth Kingdom, you don't get your royal family anymore," without their say, Lily . . .

9:18: "Maybe talk about the United Republic being a literal concurred settler state."

YET AGAIN LILY'S CRITICISM BOILS DOWN TO, "I HAVE NEVER READ A COMIC."

9:30: [Lily takes like, the 12th bullshit pot shot at the creators of Avatar.]

I've ignored it up until this point. There's been too much else to talk about. But Lily has assumed an absurd amount about the authorial intent of everyone she's discussed in this video-- including Jack Kurby's intent when creating Magneto.

9:40: Lily fumbles through some final point here with two sentences that make no sense when put together about how this is all people doing tropes badly, but if you did it well then the trope wouldn't exist and aaaaaaaaaaaaa.

God please strike me down.

10:10: Lily calls this all propaganda.

Again. She's sort of right in the abstract, divorced from the content of her video. Wrong when taken in context of what she's talking about. SOMETIMES "sympathetic villains" are used as political propaganda. Sometimes, they're a legitimate expression of a creator's misunderstanding or mischaracterization of an ideology. Sometimes, they're an earnest dissection of the ideological concept.

Good argument of specific pieces of media, retrofitted, flattened of any nuance, used to discredit a thing Lily doesn't like across the board.

We're in a timeloop.

10:25:

God is dead and we have killed him.

11:01: "The problem is that this idea of all villainy being nuanced and complicated has just never really been true. Evil people in real life will often just invent justification for evil things they already want to do. And there's a point where someone crosses the line of evil so much that nothing they say earns them sympathy."

Lily thinks people commit acts of extreme violence and atrocity for . . . Fun, I guess. Disturbingly enough, this tracks real well with how she's justified her own abhorrent actions in the past. When other people do bad things, it's because they like it and are bad. When she does a bad thing, she has a reason, and therefore, it's justified. Another self-tell Lillian.

11:42: "The problem with my idea for these kinds of villains is that they inherently make white people of any gender uncomfortable."

GOD FINALLY FUCKING DONE THIS GOD FORSAKEN VIDEO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Pray for me, the fucking psychic damage I just fucking took for you guys.

I suppose the only take away here is this:

The thing that's so exhausting about Lily's videos is the complexity of the degrees in which she is wrong. She's developed, for lack of a better word, a talent for laundering good arguments in a very disingenuous fashion. I wouldn't go so far as to call what she does plagiarism. Her work is more than just stealing other people's arguments and regurgitating them back-- but what she does is a spiritual cousin of sorts.

She bootlegs intellectualism to sharpen it into a shiv she can use to stab at anything that displeases her. The same way she weaponizes her marginalized identity, she weaponizes honest and thoughtful media analysis aswell.

This video was, frankly, barely even about Magneto. Barely even about sympathetic villains. She has no interest in the material that was the topic of this video-- not even enough to do a bare-bones Google search beyond looking up vague facts she could massage into supporting her claims.

A lot of those very early X-Men comics are fucking rough. They include shit like Charles expressing some very creepy thoughts about a (I believe then) teenage Gene Grey. Some very yikes dynamics with the then mostly/arguably entirely white mutants acting out very on-the-nose imagery associated at the time with the black liberation movement. And some very questionable framing and dynamics due to the fact that, real life marginalized groups typically don't have dangerous superpowers.

However, you can almost sense the moment when Kurby started to take the reigns and make the X-Men into something really special. Not to imply that Stan Lee is a bigot or a bad writer, he had very good intentions. By his own admission, he did his best work as a collaboration with his artists guiding the story along with him (sometimes, well, functionally being the actual writer, no offense, Lee left a bit of a complicated legacy, we can't get into it right now.) Anyone familiar with Kurby's work as a whole will know just how profoundly humanist he was with the stories he told.

Despite what Lily arrogantly implied here, he always intended Erik to be a very sympathetic character. Even as a "villain," a sympathetic character vaguely coded as an "extremist" black activist was kind of bold for the 1960s. I can't tell you for certain what ol' Jack's authorial intent was, the man very rudely died 3 years before I was born so I never really got the chance to ask him-- but dare I say this was his best attempt at laundering the idea that maybe "radical" activists actually maybe had a point? To an audience who would have been VERY against that idea if presented to them outright at the time? Even now?

Media does have the power to shift cultural perception-- even if that takes time. In the early 2000s, when I was taught about Malcome X for the first time as a child, even then, 40-some-odd-years later he was presented to me in a negative light. It was in the context of him being the inspiration for Magneto, however. The emotional connection I had to that character made me question whether that characterization of Malcome was entirely fair-- even though I was too young and didn't have the full context to grasp what I was being told at the time. I do believe to some extent that Magneto's popculture relevance has helped preserve the legacy of some of the more controversial activists in history. By being a figure people can personally connect with. Of course, it's all more complicated and messy than I'm making it sound, however. It's unfortunately very easy to flanderize figures of history, boil down their motives, and flatten their narratives. A character in a story, detached from any direct sociopolitical baggage, is something you can form a bond with. Something that can (if handled properly) promote empathy for their real-life equivalents.

There absolutely is a conversation to be had about certain ideologies or positions being more often than not, for practical or political purposes, cast in the antagonistic role in fiction. However, Lily's thesis here, boiled down to the bones, has been disproven ten times over by the abject failure of shit like The Comic's Code Authority and The Hays Code. People don't emotionally connect with squeaky clean moral paragons as much as they do messy, complicated, emotionally challenging complex characters-- even when you paint them as the abject villain of the story.

People fucking adore Magneto. He's a cultural icon. Even before the FoX-Men movies came out, he was probably one of the few comicbook characters your mom could name. Vaguely recognize, at the least. And yes, that doesn't always translate into people being charitable to "radical" civil rights activists in real life-- but doesn't necessarily harm it either. Anecdotally, it helps, if but just a smidgen.

Anyway, get fucked Lily. Magnet Daddy FTW.

P.S. X-Men '97 is really good. Also, it's 100% alluding to these two having fucked. Maybe outright confirmed it by now, I'm not totally caught up.

I mean, we all already knew they totally were lovers, but.

Come on Disney, give the people what they want. Make 'em kiss. These poor old men have been having sexual tension for like, 60 years.

[duskier]

okay fem ghoap has literally rewired my brain chemistry and i've been thinking about it all day. fem ghoap x reader where ghost is the dom and she instructs soap to make you cum while she sits back to watch. soap's so eager to please!! her thick fingers fuck your hole while she laps at your clit. after you cum, she looks up at ghost, trying to read her face for any sign of approval. ghost just stays stone-faced and silent before she grumbles out "i didn't say stop".

after your fourth orgasm, you're tired, spent, and overstimulated. you try to move away, only for ghost to finally get up from her chair and pin you down with her hands that easily fit around your wrists <3

cw light petplay?

OKAY THIS ASK FULLY KILLED ME WHEN I FIRST READ IT

Christ thinking about inexperienced, super Catholic Soap who's still coming to terms with liking women!! Ghost and her are so entwined she doesn't question it when they fall together, it feels natural. You're new though, new and shiny and fuck if Soap doesn't want to just ruin you. Energy in her body wanting to burst out but Soap doesn't know how. Ghost always took the lead, always took care of Soap’s needs. Never the other way around. So Ghost takes it upon herself to teach Soap how to take care of you, their perfect girl.

Ghost sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, cigar on her mouth and her eyes on both of you. She's naked, save for her boxers. Legs spread wide and you can see the fat tip of her clit just bulging against the fabric. Soap’s nervous, her mohawk mussed from tearing her shirt away with too much enthusiasm. She's kissing you sloppily- your mouth, your cheeks, your neck. Practically vibrating with excitement as she's hastily pulling your clothes off.

"Slow down." The command stills Soap for a moment, before she follows it- slipping your bottoms off more gently, fingertips grazing your thighs in a way that makes you shiver and huff out a breath.

Soap's rough hands grasp you beneath your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back. She's looking down at your cunt like it's a damned treasure she's just discovered.

"This is the one time you're allowed to play with your food, love." You giggle at the cliche words from Ghost, but gasp as you feel Soap kissing your soft inner thigh.

She spreads out the chaste little kisses along there, across your pubic bone, over to your other thigh. She spreads little kitten licks above and around your clit until you're bucking your hips, whispering pleads for her to just give you what you want. You can feel her hot breath against your clit as she laughs before resuming her work- you can feel slick dripping out of you from the teasing. Just before you think you'll finally break and grab Soap by the hair, Ghost clicks her tongue twice.

You nearly scream when Soap finally pulls your clit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around and around. It's too much and not enough at the same time. Soap is moaning deep and rich in her throat at your taste, her lashes fluttering shut.

"There's a good girl. Sweetheart, do you want Johnny to use her fingers? Yeah?" You're nodding before you've processed the question. You try to open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a broken, whining moan. "Go on and see if you'll fit two in our girl then, Johnny."

She clicked her tongue once again and you felt a single finger circling your hole. Gathering the slick on her index and gently pushing itself in. You're already so tight, clenching down on the finger as Soap never stopped her gentle suckling at your clit.

Well- not enough that is. Ever the motormouth, she's mumnling into your clit praises about how good you smell and taste, how warm and wet you are, she could do this all day.

"Quiet. Focus on making her cum, pup. I wanna see her pretty face."

[joelsbeard]

haha it’s me again, ur writing is srsly addicting you’re never getting rid of me😝

could u mby write some hcs for joel and reader when they’re parents? let’s say they had sarah and she’s in the energetic kiddie stage so they literally never get to fuck anymore because they have to worry about her all the time, so when they do get some alone time they js go crazy with it?

little specific and i’m sorry about that😭😭 js wanted to see what ur thots on this areeee<333

LMAO the pre-outbreak!joel horny gets to all of us!!! I'm also planning on writing some fluffier stuff too with joel, reader, sarah, and ellie as well :)

Joel would be so understanding with not pushing you to do anything you don't want to, especially after giving birth. He tells you he'll wait as long as he needs to until you're ready ❤️ You also can't keep your hands off your man tho lol so you end up waiting ~ 2 months to have sex (doesn't mean you weren't fooling around before tho hehe)

He loved your body before you were pregnant, while you were pregnant, and after giving birth!! He thinks the extra meat on you (lol) and cute little lightning marks are adorable bc it just means you went through all of carrying and growing his baby and giving birth ❤️🥺

And he's always like "you're so beautiful thank you for growing our babies and protecting them for 9 months 🥺"

Obviously once you have sarah you guys are sleep deprived as hell during the little free time you get, but you also enjoy just spending time together as a family of 3 or just having the time to cuddle when she's asleep or if tommy is helping watch her.

Your first time together after giving birth is probably a little nerve wracking but it ends up all just being in your head since you and joel make sure to go slow, and if anything is sore he always stops to check in with you first 🥺

Once you adjust and it starts feeling good you're like "godd, did you get thicker since last time? You feel so fucking big babe🥺😭" and joel almost cums right there hearing you say how big he is 🥵 meanwhile he just laughs and is like "you're too sweet baby. But god you feel so damn tight, I can feel you squeezing my cock, you feel so damn good baby" and bc its been 2 months he's trying his best not to cum in like 5 seconds lol

Joel Miller is a tits man. I mean tbh he loves your tits and your ass, even your tummy and lil toes lol but if he was held at gunpoint and needed to pick one I would think he's a tits man.

He probably went nuts when you were pregnant watching your tits get huge lol, even when sarah's nursing he'll look over and be like "those were mine first little miss, fyi 😠" LOL or he'll always find excuses to stop what he was doing just so he can watch you and look at your tiddies like 😍 😭 men 🙄

Sarah and ellie probably both prefer eating directly from the boob vs bottles lol and whenever it's joels turn to take care of them he tries to give you alone time so you can rest, so when ellie or sarah are hungry and he has to feed them with the bottle and they wrinkle their noses and push his hand away he's like "i know, i'd prefer the real thing too huh babygirl, but you gotta work with me here so mama can get some rest" LMAO

I'm not gonna lie, once you and joel are fully sexually active again after 2 months, since it can be so hard for you to find time together and you also don't wanna leave sarah with someone else yet, when she's dead to the world you probably get a little handsy with each other 😭 you're like, she's only 3 months and she's asleep, she's not gonna be aware of what we're doing 😭. You guys are just too desperate for each other to let that opportunity slide lol. Or sometimes she'll be in her bassinet, her crib, or in her play pen and you and joel will take the baby monitor and go to some part of the house so he can finally rail you 😭

When she's around 3 or 4 and is more independent, you'll have tommy babysit her for a couple of hours at his house or something so you guys can finally get some alone time (thank god for uncle tommy lol) and he knows you two ask him to babysit to give yourselves a little break from running around after her, but also bc he knows yall need some of that alone time lol.

It was hard the first couple of times you had someone else watch sarah (even if its tommy) bc you and joel are such helicopter parents and you're always worried about your lil babygirl lol, but you guys also missed having that time between just the two of you

Joel probably gets a little more handsy with you at home than usual bc with taking care of sarah it's not like you can fuck when you want to, so he just has to settle for giving you more ass grabs and grinding his bulge against your ass like a perv when he hugs you from behind LMAOO

It's not always him that initiates it though, you'll rub your foot up and down his leg sometimes or wiggle your ass on his crotch lol and he'll be like "you think it's funny to tease me like that knowing i can't do anything huh baby? just wait til i get you back for that" but he can never tease you too bad bc he wants you too much and he feels bad sometimes when he makes you beg too much lol

When your milk ducts are clogged you know damn well who's helping you out with them lol. I mean, what can he do it's not like he wants to see his girl in pain 🥺 it's just a bonus that he enjoys helping lol. He's like I ain't no bitch if my girl's in pain imma help her even if it means i have to drink her damn breastmilk lol (not that he even minds it in the first place tho 😭 he basically gets an excuse to suck on your tiddies)

Or sometimes they get so full and sore and you're just like :( "babe my boobs are so sore :(" and joel of course is like 😈 "oh no my poor baby, you want me to hold them for you?" you always say yes lol, and maybe end up fucking oop

It probably turns him on knowing that not only did you carry and grow his baby for 9 months but that even after birth you continue to nurture her from your own body bc women are just amazing like that lol

When Sarah was around 4-5 you guys were full on fucking in the morning and you made the mistake of not locking your door (you were still getting used to having a child living in your house lol) and she ran in bc she wanted to bug you two to ask for breakfast. thank god she doesn't remember it much afterwards (but you and joel do 😳) and you just told her you were having a really big hug before you sent her to her room saying you'd be there in a minute. Poor joel basically went totally soft after that 😭

Other times you'd just make sure she was really focused on playing with her little dolls or watching a movie and you and joel would go to your room to fuck 😭

[terresdebrume]

Messrs Payne and Rowland's Adventuring Agency

Part 1: The Arrival of Young Crystal - 23

Getting there! This is going to get some SERIOUS revisions before it ever goes near AO3, but the general idea is built and at 13k some for the draft, I'm guessing it'll be a decent sized story xD Now, if someone could tell my gdoc to behave and stop pretending like I didn't write a couple thousands of new words in that whole Crystal & Charles v the early supermarket shift session, that would be great.

It's surprising how fast some things become familiar. They found an alleyway at the edge of the residential areas, calm but not quite deserted, and they're waiting for Mr. Payne to finish his incantations with a game of boulder parchment shears that Crystal is, as usual, winning with almost frustrating ease.

She'd have less luck if Charles actually paid attention to it, but at this point she's come to expect the way he keeps an eye on the mouth of the alley and another on Mr. Payne, always on the loukout for danger. Crystal is leaning against the wall beside him, aching and tired and looking forward for her not-a-treehouse of a room, with its comfy bed and its soft light. She is also, despite Charles' best efforts, still pissed.

"It's just not fair," she whispers angrily, trying to angle her mouth away from Mr. Payne, just in case now is the time he decides to pay attention to her again. "I don't even know how I did what I did! It's not like he can't learn combat spells in his precious books."

"You're really convinced he's jealous of you, aren't you?" Charles chuckles, and turns back to the front of the alley just in time to miss the flat stare Crystal throws his way.

Shouldn't he see it too? He said he and Mr. Payne have been partnered for longer than Crystal has been alive. Presumably. So how can he not see the way Mr. Payne grimaced every time Crystal's magic came up after their fight against the sea creature? Well, maybe he sees it and he's just trying to sweep it under the rug, but somehow Crystal doesnt think so. It would seem too... well, too underhanded, from what she's seen of Charles so far.

"I can't think of any other reason for the hostility," she says. "Other than him being a stuck up ass."

"You have to be a little patient," Charles says, finally turning back to fully look at her. "We haven't had anyone stay with us this long before-I know you don't remember right now, but most people would be unnerved at having an unexpected guest stay in their home indefinitely."

Crystal winces and looks away from Charles. He's not wrong. She is an imposition, she doesn't need her memories to realize that, but where the fuck else is she supposed to go? She has no idea where she's from, or what she can do aside from hitting things hard and apparently hurting them with her mind, it's not exactly the kind of skillset the city seems to need. Even if it were, well. It's not like she's seen an abundance of women in the city guards--there are some, yes, but not many, and all older than her. She can't sit on a bench until she's old enough to join.

"Ah," Charles says as the door of the agency clicks open. "Here we go."

He follows Mr. Payne inside, leaving Crystal literally on the outside looking in. The walls show the dark green of the office, always the first room they see upon arrival, which kind of makes sense. It's elegant and no nonsense, but not austere, at least not unless Mr. Payne decides to make it so. There's a sense of personnality in it, Charles' trinket mixed with his colleagues' books and manuals, and after almost two weeks coming back to it every night, Crystal has to admit there's a comfort in seeing it, too. She wonders if that's what it feels like for them. Coming home. She wonders if there's a place out there that'll give her the same feeling twenty years from now.

"You will have to make a choice eventually," Mr. Payne calls out, appearing in Crystal's field of vision like a particularly miffed ghost. "If that could happen sooner rather than later, we would all be quite grateful."

Crystal rolls her eyes and steps in, carefully hiding the small pinch of relief when the spell lets her in again. She bites her gauntlets off, first, then gets started on the rest of her buckles with a grunt of annoyance. Charles said she'd get better at it, but it's been a couple of days and frankly, right now she's not seeing it. At least she mostly figured out how not to snag her hair when she takes her breastplate off, but that doesn't prevent her from glaring at Charles when he comes in and chuckles at her.

"Shut up," she grumbles, stepping into the office and going straight for the bookshelves.

[ascarletdoll]

my mom hates me ☆ april 21st 2025

TW: parental / mother issues & cheating

for as long as i can remember my mom has never liked me. once i finally had memories they all revolved around my dad. late night video games, watching my first horror movie, helping me paint my nails. it was always my dad.

i didn't notice how much she disliked me until i was around 6. my sister was born and i was shipped off to my grandparents house and lived with them for a long time. my dad came to visit every day and i remember sobbing at the front door begging to see my mom. i guess we just never clicked. she liked christmas, i liked halloween. she liked cheesy romance movies, i liked horror. i had picked up all of my dads hobbies.

once my sister was old enough to get her own hobbies she just so happened to like everything my mom did. i remember trying so hard to like what they did. baking, cooking, scrapbooking, knitting...literally anything. it never worked. it felt like there was always a distance between us. then my other siblings were born, a boy and a girl, only a year apart. everytime a new kid was born i was pushed further into the parental role and further away from my mom.

by the time i was 13 we were at our very worst, fighting over nothing all of the time. full on screaming matches and i finally just gave up. dropped all my personal interests and became an amateur therapist. she started talking to me but only about her problems. i felt like i had finally connected with her. i learned so much that a daughter should never know about her mother at much too young of an age. she had cheated on my dad and told me if i said anything i would be the reason the family fell apart. so i held it in. i held the guilt and retreated to my room. i stopped talking to either of my parents.

of course he still found out, but not for a few years. i was 19 & in college by the time the marriage blew up. they stopped doing the basics for my siblings so i stepped even further up. the two were much too busy with the constant screaming and arguing to pay attention to chores and what the kids needed. i dropped out of college and got a full time job to handle the kids school expenses. and still my mom just seemed to resent me. i was doing the therapist routine but now for both my parents. always hearing the two sides and knowing just how fucked up and wrong they both were.

i started working a new better paying full job, a 9-5 in the same office as my mom. i moved out and she had left my dad fully- it worked for around 2 years. on my 22nd birthday she didn't show up for work, then she didn't show up for the rest of the week. our boss reached out to me to see what was going on, i of course had no clue. after calling her what felt like thousands of times she answered. only to tell me she had moved 4 hours away to be with her new boyfriend. she left her apartment dirty and cluttered taking nothing with her. i had to clean it out and speak with her landlord on my own. i took her 2 cats into my home. its still fresh for me. i haven't seen her since then. she doesn't speak to any of us kids anymore. she's opted to take the deadbeat dad approach and say the phone works both ways.

i think what is the worst for me is that all of my effort in trying to get her to like me never worked, not even for a split second. she used me for everything she didn't want to do. she never washed a dish in the time of me being ages 8-20. i did it all. she could care less about me. about my siblings. i wasted so much time in my formative years pushing my own interests and boundaries to the side to please her. i could've been so much farther in life. yet i wasted it begging for a mothers love that i would never receive.