#is2g this was an actual interaction

[hatake]

when u try to refuse ur gf's help

[daddymus-mamatron]

“all Megatron does is throw tantrums and do as he pleases” OH MY GOD THANK YOU. I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS PISSED AT THE FACT THAT MEGATRON NEVER ACTUALLY TRIED TO IMPROVE THE SITUATION WITH GHOST AND HUMANS. Like, the ES fandom might criticize OP for being “shady” and “too trusting” and “naive” but at least he was actually trying! I genuinely can’t think of any time Megatron actually tried to negotiate or work with GHOST to improve things. And then Optimus gets all the fucking blame, and okay yeah, he IS 100% responsible for the Cybertronian-GHOST relations’ problems, but that’s only because he was the only one to actually get anything done (which like, really began to annoy me. Elita is his second in command, why is she never shown doing any duties? Why is Optimus doing fucking everything on his own with no help whatsoever?). And like, does Megatron realise that Optimus isn’t a mind reader and he won’t know what Megatron is frustrated with and what he thinks should be done unless Megatron tells it to him directly?? And then especially him rolling his eyes and grumbling/sulking at the GHOST ceremony in Age of Evolution drove me fucking insane cause like?? The rudeness? The arrogance? The refusal to compromise and work with others, and not bothering to negotiate because if things don’t go 100% his way, then what’s the point? I thought MO was the nine year old in this series, not fucking Megatron! And I could like this characterization, if only the narrative wasn’t so fucking insistant the Megatron was good now, and he has nothing more to learn and improve upon! He just took such a passive role, refusing to be actively trying to improve things and just sulking in the corner because things wouldn’t go 100% his way.

(Ok um. Wow I did not mean to write that much. Sorry for the rant but I apparently have even more issues with ES Megatron than I originally thought lmao)

#1 NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE

#2 And then especially him rolling his eyes and grumbling/sulking at the GHOST ceremony in Age of Evolution drove me fucking insane cause like?? The rudeness? The arrogance? The refusal to compromise and work with others, and not bothering to negotiate because if things don’t go 100% his way, then what’s the point?

DING DING DING DING!!!!!! There's like 2 interactions in S1 where Megatron is not being a total dick, MAX. And one of those is when he manipulates OP to release the cassettes.

#3 He just took such a passive role, refusing to be actively trying to improve things and just sulking in the corner because things wouldn’t go 100% his way.

Is2g in my rewrite of TFES Megatron is going to be suck a whiny piss baby <3

[thepuckishrogue]

Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It’s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

© thepuckishrogue/TheViperQueen, 2019-2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[acerikus]

Went back to the zora to deal w my second divine beast bc I got sick of not being able to explore due to the rain.

I'M IN ABSOLUTE SHAMBLES OVER MIPHA OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭

she deserves the universe... I'M SO SAD SHE DESERVES TO TALK TO HER DAD AGAIN... I'm glad she at least got to talk to link one more time ;____; is2g every time it's shown her interacting w link in this game I've struggled not to cry lmao

As for the rest of it - found the initial bit before going into the dungeon way more fun than the rito one - it felt a lot more involved and sidon felt a lot more involved than the rito dude too (I forgot his name and feel bad about it 😔)

The actual dungeon was a lil more frustrating? Mostly that damn water wheel you gotta freeze the spout on so you can reach the terminal. I keep forgetting you can freeze things. And then there were bits I kept cheesing w revali's gale 😂

Waterblight was... Something this time. I got the master sword a day or two ago and it really just obliterates these fights huh

[quaileqq]

i hate reddit and redditors but its for a reason

im anti-porn, that horrible industry of rape pedophilia racism and more, and the porn problem on reddit is fucking immense. i dont even use it but i tried when i was younger just so i could comfortably see some game faqs people would post sometimes, and i would find them searching on google, but like 99% of people there are complete porn addicts, every profile youd go to, even if they were just posting game tips or a cute fanart of a videogame mascot like kirby, if you went to their profile to see what other subreddits they were interacting with, youd see that they were posting in like. subreddits literally FOCUSED on rape with words like ‘forced’ in the name of the subreddit, i remember seeing one that is2g it was called something like “strugglefucking”. and this was with every fucking user. with some youd see it right away but others you had to scroll and like, everyone you would scroll enough and you would start seeing that that person too was posting on rape subreddits, incest subreddits, subreddits dedicated to posting videos from spy cams set in womens bathrooms, subreddits for posting pics of underwear stolen from women

that website is hell. not “hehe hellsite”. actual hell. those men posting there are demons.

[withleeknow]

ohmyfckngodhishairrrr I have zero coherent thoughts abt it - I haven't played this 🍙 game in a while where I just plant a scenario in your head [college!bf hyunjin: dimmed-light late night study sessions w/ you in his hoodie + gentle jazz/lofi between shared headphones + him feeding you snacks + cuddles during breaks 🧸]

+ this goddamn week; first heeseung, now jay??? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe4wbPSF/ the way our main vocalists grab the mic + him in all black + the hair UP woman help me this man has me going flipping feral

+ to sum up our interactions lately, I made the most stupid meme to exist https://we.tl/t-j0NXe4fzM2 🫡 depnding on when you see this it's officially LESS THAN A FORTNIGHT TO GOOOOO IT'S LIKE THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS BUT THE 12 DAYS OF WWH ♡ ~~

i'm kinda really in love with him it's not even a joke anymore, like how is he one of the most endearing people i've ever seen?! just a squishy little dumpling with dimples i'd kill to poke and silky hair i'd love to card my fingers through. and DAMN IT ONIGIRI NOT THE SCENARIO 😭 is2g if this consumes my brain and i post a thing tmr please know that you're the culprit!!!

omg i didn't know the collab came out today, the way i ran to youtube to watch the mv. HOWWW does he just look so sharp all the time. the nose the eyes the jawline wtf. sculpted. wtf. it makes me a little disoriented every time i remember that he's younger than me bc ??? how ??? only by 2 years but still lol

the meme omg you are too precious 😭 ahhh that ep was adorable. the frog masks, jungoo with his corn ice cream and being all sleepy through the car rides 😔 my seven i miss them sm maybe i need to rewatch run bts 😭 I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S OFFICIALLY LESS THAN 2 WEEKS UNTIL JIN COMES BACK. i'm going to see coldplay a few days after that and when they play my universe i swear i will burst into tears right there in the stadium (and this is a longgg shot lol but if they play the astronaut too i would actually ascend). you need to be here to console me after jin does his first comeback live / anniversary live 😭

[rugbybi]

me: thank you

em: i don’t know

[takuyakistall]

I , Taku, am joining the Extreme Bias Game (EBG). My favorite Twisted Wonderland character is Jade Leech. While playing EBG, i am not allowed to interact with any sort of content with my fave or mention them in any way, shape, or form. I will accept the punishment if I lose.

hello I'll be participating in ebg (extreme bias game) with a few friends. Here is my avoid list. feel free to sabotage me but i wont break :3

If you see me interacting with posts related to this guy, no you did not see anything 💕

[rintarhoes]

i just realized there's actly so many people i forgot to follow since i changed my main 💀

[saltminerising]

unless CG and their fans directly go to harass people for making rex2 inspired dragons and there's actual receipts of it (oh yeah, we haven't seen a single receipt for this yet have we), then WHO MCFUCKING CARES JESUS CHRIST. if you want the illegal protogen dragon that badly just fucking block the rex army users and make your goddamn RNG pixels the way you like and stop giving such a shit about these supposed white knights we have no proof of yet. tbh it sounds like y'all are the ones making a bigger stink over this than CG is. "idk man they just give me bad vibes bro" yeah that's fair, but also, where's your goddamn proof? and like... a potential xXx_RandomRexArmyShithead_xXx (fictional example) being a lil shit in your inbox going "WAAAAAAH YOU STOLE A REX DRAGON DAS ILLEGAL!!!1!11!!!!" shouldn't be indicative of how the majority of other rex army players will interact. there might be people in the rex army who are like "i got mine by following the rules but whatever bro if you make one without CG's permission i ain't gonna hatemob ya idrc". tldr my point is, grow the fuck up. nobody is gonna care if you do or don't make the rainbow scenekid dragon. the block button exists and I'm sure CG would be mature enough to just block rex2 copies if they showed up. if not, that's salt for another day, but if the tantrum hasn't happened yet then why are we all crying wolf about it? is2g this is the most boring salt all week. at least firedom stuff is interesting and has evidence.

[severalspoons]

Abbreviations to English, so you all know what I'm talking about

Warning: Lots of swear words/curse words ahead. Abbreviations are a great way to swear without really swearing.

afaik = as far as I know

bb = baby, as in, "poor bb" (= poor baby)

bbl = be back later

bbs = be back soon

blessed = content found on the internet that is heartwarming, cute, or otherwise so lovely that you want to share it with someone else so they can bask in happiness that this thing exists.

blursed = that rare piece of internet content that is both blessed and cursed, e.g., this My Immortal parody fanfic.

brb = be right back

btw = by the way

cursed = content found on the internet that is terrible/disgusting/makes you think "why would anybody do this?" in such an extreme way that you want to share it with someone else so they, too, can marvel that this thing even exists.

dk = don't know

dni = do not interact (I don't use it because it's all over Tumblr used obnoxiously, but here you go)

ffs = for fuck sake (a favorite)

fml = fuck my life

fwiw = for what it's worth

g2g = got to go

gdi = God damnit

gl = good luck

hbu = how about you?

hru = how are you (I don't use this one much)

idgaf = I don't give a fuck

idgi = I don't get it

idk = I don't know, in case anyone still isn't familiar

iirc = if I recall/remember correctly

imho = in my humble opinion

imo = in my opinion

irl = Literal meaning: in real life. Actual meaning: In physical rather than virtual/internet reality.

is2g = I swear to God

jfc = Jesus fucking Christ

kthxbai = "'kay, thanks, bye." Used as a "mic drop" at the end of the expression of an opinion.

lemon = smutty fanfiction

omg = oh my God

smh = shaking my head (a favorite)

stfu = shut (the fuck) up

tbc = to be continued

tbd = to be determined

tbh = to be honest. Also used by itself to mean something like, "I agree."

thx = thanks (from the gaming world)

ttyl = talk to you later

ttys = talk to you soon

ty = thank you (sincere).

tyvm = thank you very much. Usually sarcastic, or used for emphasis.

wtf = what the fuck

wyd = what are you doing? (I don't use this one much)

ymmv = your mileage may vary (a favorite)

Did I miss any other favorite abbreviations and fandom slang people often ask about?

[indulgentia]

bruuuu my beloooved. Is2g I am so happy to have met you 2021 and I wish you only the best for 2022. thanks for putting up with my stupid ideas and my fast thinking without really thinking?? for accepting my spam on discord and just being a great person. I enjoy writing with you so much. I hope your new year is filled with love, laughter and positivity. good health and great food and lots of good things to happen whether it's private or work related. I love you 💜💜

ᴮᴿᵁ∙ᵉˣᵉ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡˢ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˡᵒᵃᵈ

OH MON DIEEEEEEEEEEEU!

AHHH! I know it can be hard to feel that way, but I hope you know by now how much I love and appreciate every single little effort you make, be it blessing me with you incredibly creative and enthusiastic insights about our characters, or simply grace me with all your talent with the edits. I feel truly grateful to have met you in this hellsite. It does feel like a miracle having someone so nice, fun and so welcoming to share our thoughts and dumb ideas at ungodly hours with no fear and I feel happy to share more and more with you ( about our characters, about life in general, you get the drill )... 

I really need to take a moment to actually apologise for not being able to keep up with everything and being an overall shitty underwhelming friend. I am working on that so I can at least equal your level of awesomeness and loveliness and give all you deserve from a decent partner. Seriously, my dear, you DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD!

It’s hard to get a character ( be them canon or not ) to gain traction and that is only possible when people buy our ideas and interact with us, making suggestions and helping to develop our characters. I feel very happy someone like you actually enjoy what I have to say and the way I play my muses ( my lil vamps especially coz I’m a supernatural lil hoe ). All the relationships we plan got here so far, the ideas, the drama... I am very grateful for each and every single one of them. I am extremely glad to see people being interested in us when I’m just another one in the crowd.

Anyway this dumb word vomit is jut to say I really appreciate the hell out of you and I look forward to play with our characters in this new year to come! I pray you and your family are blessed with the best wishes, good health, peace and success in this new year! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING TO MY LIFE YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN!  ✩°｡⋆⸜(ू˙꒳​˙ )

[liu-anhuaming]

okay so. thursday was my last class for this quarter, and finals week starts on monday

i started working on my finals at the beginning of the month bc i would’ve procrastinated so hard otherwise. i feel like i’m drowning rn but i think writing out everything i’ve done and have yet to do will help me feel less stressed. i’ve got:

an essay due on the 15th——this is the 4-10 page 11 point font one that i posted about before lol. it is barely above 4 pages, but i do not care. i only have to write the conclusion then i’m done. i can probably knock that out tomorrow

a test on the 16th——same class as the essay, i’m not too worried about it bc it’s 30 multiple choice + 1 short answer, and the professor gave us a study guide that is2g is literally the test with all the answers deleted lol. we have to log in to zoom tho when we take the exam? it won’t stop anyone from cheating but ok

a short essay due on the 15th——it’s only a page in mandarin, and i’ve just got about a paragraph left to write. i can finish it either tomorrow or monday morning

group meeting log and group member appraisal due the 19th——also for my mandarin class, we had to meet with a group each week and practice speaking and also discuss the films we watched. one of my group members only came to 3 of the 9 meetings we had so, yeah not sure how i’m gonna grade her on the appraisal

a (prerecorded) presentation due the 19th——also in mandarin, there’s no time limit but there is a minimum slide requirement. it needs 10 slides, which i can do no problem since the professor wants us to include screenshots etc. from the movies we watched. i’m about 1/3 of the way through the script, though i’m still not sure how i want to record it. i’ve got a couple different options i need to explore this week

a reflection paper due the 19th——this is for my translation and interpreting class. i’ve started it, and it’s gonna be a pretty basic reflection paper (what did you learn, have your opinions changed, do you have any questions, etc.). i’m not sure how long it’ll take me or long it’ll end up being, but i’m not too worried about it

an essay due the 21st——it’s a 5+ page compare/contrast of two books. the goal is to look at how the two books use and interact with rumi’s works. i ended up reading the rumi prescription  by melody moezzi and the forty rules of love by elif shafak. i finished them both at the beginning of the month, and i’ve already written 4 pages of the paper

okay now that i’ve written this all out, i can say that i do feel much better (tho i’m still stressed). i’ve actually already done a lot of the hard work for all of my finals, and now it’s just finishing everything up. god i love past me for deciding to start working on finals disgustingly early

maybe this is the experience i need to teach me that procrastinating is.....bad? 

[idiomie]

I'm actually very frustrated by the whole pop music fundamentalism conspiracy theory thing because like. Okay. THE THING IS. I have spent a non-negligible time interacting with and being involved with various Christian cult denominations (Mormons, for whatever brand of "Christian" they'll be included as, and a variety of particularly virulent evangelicism) and it is not. that out there. conceptually.

I mean, the whole, "they own the radio and music industry and are deliberately trying to flood American pop radio with sanitized Christian pop gospel songs" ehhhh okay yeah that part is, and is reflective of like. One, you clearly don't grasp the failure of American radio to begin with wrt conformity anyway and also two, you apparently can't differentiate between the music of a proselyte, someone with a religious background, and someone working out their religious trauma on main. Please go home and do your homework. (If you want to know what an example of like, pop proselyte music is, were this theory true, look up, idk. Hawk Nelson for something current. Who don't. have particularly "real" mainstream appeal lmao. is2g this shit isn't subtle.)

OTOH I think part of the reason there IS a very real panic about it is like. At least among my friend group, the shit that Chick-Fil-A and Hobby Lobby are able to get up to and pour their money into are fairly well known, so. The idea that that pop music that totally does have religious overtones that we've all been listening to for the last decade, when the fact that most music channels are laughably out of step with what people want to listen to (even accounting for the whole "people don't want to listen to heavy shit when just going through their day" phenomenon), might be the result of yet another Shady Corporation Doing Shady Things... The conspiracy theory is wrong, okay, but I'm getting kinda annoyed by all the people self righteously proclaiming that they saw through it the entire time, because actually sometimes America is Just Like That.

[venusssssssssss]

there's this awful girl at my work who i tried for years to stop talking to (and finally managed to do it in 2019). she still stalked me on every social media account and talked shit about me (ma'am you're in ur 30s we're not in highschool anymore). anyway now we work remote so i don't have to see her but she's still passive agressive and everyone hates her (literally everyone at work. our workplace is actually really nice, it's not toxic minus a few bosses but other than that the people are great). she talks shit about literally everyone at work and tells them all if they don't like their job they should quit (as if she's a boss or smth. she's nothing there). she's actually the one who always says she hates her job. she passes her responsability to everyone else all the time and always goes to our boss to say we don't do shit, when everytime she's during work hours all she does is watch kpop videos and write on her twitter lmfao (she did this when we were in the office as well like everyone knew about it). she's ugly inside and out and if you're skinny she says you're fatphobic (because she's fat. no one ever said anything about her weight though like no one had a problem with it????). if you get skinnier or start working out she says your fatphobic. like?? she has short bright pink hair and calls every girl with long natural hair ugly. like she does this to your face i mean :) she only wears black all the fucking time and says colors are ugly and ppl who dress in colors don’t know how to dress lmfaooooo

 also she called me her "ex-bff". she was never my bff. she was just an abuser, like i should've listened to my parents and cut her off years ago, but i didn't know how and it took me a while to mature enough to understand that she's literally an abuser (i was a teen when i met her and she was an adult). ALSO she outed me at work. like it was never her place to out me, this is not a country where you can be out (she claims she's bi as well, but it's still not her place to out others) She acts super woke and calls everyone racist (she's white), she says she s a feminist but is2g i never met someone who hates women more (esp pretty women) and she's a gatekeeper, if i liked a movie she deemed bad, she would talk shit about it everyday (music as well). all in all you are allowed to only like what she likes, otherwise you are uncultured and stupid. i'm so happy i don't interact with her anymore. i hope we will worke remote forever. i don't want to hear her constant yelling. other than that, all she does at work is talk shit about others or talk about her kpop idols, that's it. she's constantly so negative about stuff as well. yikes, she's liek the only person i can say that i truly find gross (irl) and i think she's a narcissist and a sociopath

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Caleb being... weird in Jester’s bedroom better not lead to him making an exact copy of the room she was trapped in most of her live in that mansion is2g that is the weirdest thing I can imagine and I hope Liam knows better than that please take that idea away from him

I missed this part of the ep, i only started watching halfway thru dinner (bc I find astrid compelling and I wanna know more about wulf) and I think he’s gonna make her a room almost exactly like that as a sweet gesture but tbh every interaction between them has been soured for me since the wj reveal on talks so... this is a :/ for me infinitely, I hadn’t considered that angle that you point out and im :/ now.... i’ve been trying to interpret them as platonic ever since c*leb decided to wing for fj.,,,

but i also think caleb leaving trent’s place and his vile attempts at manipulation behind and afterwards, making the mansion for the m9 and calling it home is good character growth on his part! actually loved to see it.