#like guys it's not that hard to treat us well

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i would like to add on that there are plenty of scummy and/or poorly written narrative uses for redemption arcs, with or without forgiveness arcs! for example:

trying to retroactively minimize the significance of the harm that they've already done, just because they're trying not to do more of it.

trying to gloss over the significance of other harm that they've done--and might well be continuing to do! often with things included like shitty forgiveness arcs that they know would be bad PR elsewhere!--by using the fact that they're (supposedly) doing better about this thing over here as a distraction.

(this one in particular tends to go hand in hand with bigotry a LOT, because, well. it is about running PR for that character, for writers who do this shit. and some characters are considered more acceptable to walk all over than others lmao)

trying to guilt and emotionally manipulate the viewer with 'wow it's SOOOOOO hard and SOOOOOO brave of them to accept not being forgiven 🥺 SOOOOOO tragic that they just MUST deal with consequences for their actions and respect their victims' agency 🥺 you should feel sooooosososobad for them for crawling over a hundred miles of broken glass every day on their way to and back from the orphanage where they volunteer to make amends for their crimes 🥺🥺🥺🥺'

(if you can't tell i hate passive-aggressive forgiveness arcs poorly disguised as redemption arcs so much. SO much)

they completely devour the story until the author is convinced they've browbeaten the viewer into feeling exactly as much goodwill toward that character as they're supposed to. the entire story and every other character's arc, especially their victim's, now revolve around them totally until further notice. this one can (and often does) definitely fall under both going against themes and taking up too much screentime, but it's worth mentioning because it feels like the author is treating the character's arc as a magic the gathering deck you have to let them beat you with before they'll allow the story to move on.

the other characters Cannot Stop Fucking Singing Their Praises and talking about what a great guy they are, and undermining every single instance of the villain taking responsibility for their actions with 'he's so hard on himself, he's so much better than he thinks he is 🥺🥺🥺🥺'

the redemption arc happens in tandem with a corruption arc for their victim or victims, so that the story can ultimately demonize said victims by comparison to the people who hurt them in the first place. especially given how often that turns into them going after the person who hurt them, being fought off in their defense (after kicking a few puppies on the way there), and maybe even being defeated by the abuser themself. or guy who genocided their family, or oppressed their people. it's 'root for the abuser/racist/etc against the victim' with extra steps and a tragic-at-best strawman.

the redemption arc happens for a character who had much more opportunity to do so than a different villain--especially when that's the case because of privilege--so that the narrative can go 'this guy got his act together, [villain who is almost certainly an abuse victim and/or otherwise marginalized] has got no excuse 🙄'

the character goes right on being an asshole without improvement, just with 'they're trying to do better now!' tacked on in name only.

the character changes their behavior..... to be an asshole in a different way, because the values they've changed are only surface-level and the author doesn't actually understand what's wrong with their behavior.

(see: abuser who goes to therapy after being broken up with over hitting their ex, ~commits to having healthier relationships,~ and proceeds to use what they've learned in therapy to utterly destroy their next partner with emotional abuse instead.)

in general, again, the author just straight up not understanding what the character did wrong, why it was wrong, and the significance of that, before trying to make any kind of statement about the situation. for example, if you try to write a redemption arc for a racist villain without actually understanding or educating yourself on the dynamics involved in their racism.... as we have seen in many many many pieces of SFF media in particular, the results are a catastrophic racist mess lmao

and more! that's just off the top of my head. there are a lot of ways that creators and their narratives can be shitty about this, and they're worth talking about, both in their own right and because if people don't have a way to articulate them it's easy to fall into the kind of reductive thinking the OP is talking about.

but none of the examples i mentioned are something that shouldn't be in the story because they're a redemption arc (except maybe the part about, like, not trying to write redemption arcs for issues you Do Not Understand enough about to not be wildly offensive with your idea of what making amends would look like). the way they're being used is what sucks shit.

it's the author disrespecting the viewer's right or ability to decide how they feel about what they're presented with. it's the author taking potshots at victims and marginalized folks under the guise of celebrating the ability to change. it's the author being careless and ignorant about the statements they're making with the conclusions their story draws. it's the author making those statements and conclusions based on just plain nasty beliefs. it's the author being dishonest about the story they're presenting. and it's the author wrecking the craft and structure of the story itself so they can throw a tantrum at the idea that you don't like their special little boy.

and none of that has anything to do with what the character 'deserves.'

Invalid reasons for why a character should not be redeemed:

They’re too evil! - Redemption has nothing to do with how good or evil you were to begin with.

They don’t deserve it! - Redemption is not something that can be “deserved.”

Their actions are unforgivable! - Redemption has nothing to do with forgiveness.

It’s too late for them to change! - It is only “too late” to choose redemption when a character is dead (unless the scope of the story includes an afterlife in which change is possible).

Valid reasons for why a character should not be redeemed:

It doesn’t fit the themes of the story.

They’re not an important enough character for showing the process of a redemption arc to be worthwhile.

They’re more interesting as a character who isn’t doing the right thing.

It’s more satisfying to let them keep being evil.

It makes it more satisfying when they die.

There’s probably more, but you get the idea.

Remember, redemption is when someone realizes they are wrong, and takes steps to doing the right thing. That is not something that can be “deserved,” it is not something that hinges on forgiveness, and it is not something that it is ever too late for! …Unless the person is dead or something.

[rafesangelita]

♡ when pope doesn’t want to hit you during sex..

warnings: oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, angst, finger sucking, mentions of past sexual encounters, reassurance and comfort, brief description of reader being treated poorly, overstimulation, soft sex, praise, reader cries, pope is so gentle and sweet ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

a/n: highly recommend reading bitchy!pogue!reader’s lore if you haven’t already so you could get a better understanding of her <3 this was slightly inspired by the ending of ‘anora’

wc: 1.3k

“pope, pope, pope—” you sounded like a broken record, the man’s name falling off of your lips like a mantra. working his tongue in skillful cirlces around your clit, you shuddered as his grip around your thighs tightened, arching your back off of his sheets with a cry. you didn’t think he had it in him. pope had effortlessly made you scream and cry in overstimulation for the past twenty minutes, your brain fuzzy and vision hazy as he pushed you over the edge time and time again.

“how are you so good at that?” you couldn’t help but ask as pope licked the remnants of you off of his lips, your eyes running down his shirtless form. “well i took a lot of anatomy classes for science and stuff, you know? bodily functions are kinda my thing. jj also might’ve given me some pointers..” you laughed, your chest rising and falling as you basked in your post-orgasm bliss. pope looked up at you sheepishly, sorta in disbelief that he had you of all people here in his room.

deciding to put his shirt back on, pope froze once you pulled at his arm. “what are you doing?” your brows knitted together in confusion when you saw him looking around like you two were finished. “i uhm— i didn’t want to assume that you wanted to have like full on sex, so i was just gonna let you get dressed whenever you felt ready.” you laid there dumbfounded. no guy has ever been this considerate. “are you kidding? i’m not leaving you high and dry..”

pope swallowed thickly when your hand trailed down his frontside, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you palmed him through his shorts. “did jj give also give you pointers on how to fuck?” pope shook his head, allowing you to pull him down between your legs. he was rock hard in his boxers and he was still making it all about you. “you got this hard just by tasting me?” your voice was sugary sweet and pope swore he could blow his load right then and there when he felt your fingers working him out of the restraints of his underwear.

“yes,” he nodded, deciding to help you out when one of the charms from your nails got caught in his zipper, “you tasted so good, and you’re also just really, really pretty.” he stammered, the nervous look on his face making you giggle. ‘pretty’ the word was so wholesome, you hadn’t been called that in ages. you were so used to the terms ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, even ‘sinful’, but pretty? you couldn’t decide if you liked the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard it.

you shook off the weird feeling that came over you, instead distracting yourself by taking pope’s hand and wrapping your lips around his thumb. “oh, wow! that’s—” pope had never seen such an erotic sight before in his life. not even in the weird porn jj would flash him out of no where. pope could sense a slight energy shift, but ultimately decided that he was just mentally psyching himself out cause he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

once he was prodding at your entrance, you and pope shared a knowing look before he pushed into you, a muffled moan tumbling from your mouth as he groaned, screwing his eyes shut at the sheer feeling of you being wrapped around him. you felt better than what he could’ve ever imagined. warm, wet, and gripping him like a fucking vice. he cursed to himself, hoping, pleading, that he wouldn’t finish quick and make a fool out of himself.

you were already a mess when his head was between your thighs, but feeling him inside you was a totally different thing. he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he could hit that spot that made you see stars behind closed eyes. he was slow and calculated, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. the realization had you feeling exposed and slightly embarrassed.

why wasn’t he being rough?

why wasn’t he being selfish?

why wasn’t he using you purely for his own pleasure?

pope leaned down and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. “you feel amazing,” he praised, “just perfect.” you blinked, your breath quickening as his lips found their way to yours. your brain wanted you to push him away and tell him that kissing on the lips was too intimate, but your heart had you giving in and kissing him back.

it wasn’t until you and pope were lost in each other’s orbit and his nose was nudging yours ever so gently that you panicked and turned your head away from him. you were losing control, and you needed to get behind the steering wheel fast. ripping your hand from his, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped you two over so you were on top. pope looked surprised, the sudden change in position throwing him for a loop. you reached back, lining him up with your entrance before sinking back down onto his length.

pope let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands flying out to rest in the curve where your thighs and your hips met. you started up a steady pace, the man underneath you shamelessly grunting and moaning as you rode him with ease. you refused to look at him or meet his eyes, partly because you were terrified of seeing what you couldn’t handle right now; and that was the gaze of a man who wasn’t viewing you as some kind of sex object, but as an actual living being with emotions and thoughts and aspirations of your own.

pope knew what you did for work but it didn’t bother him. he was concerned about your safety more than anything. your fears came true when pope ran his fingers across your flesh, the look on his face saying it all. he wasn’t just admiring your body, he was cherishing it. every curve, every detail, he was engraving every single thing into his brain in hopes that he wouldn’t have to rely on his memory of you to be the only time he’ll ever see you like this.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed to prove that pope was exactly like everyone else. “hit me,” you moaned, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek, “please, i want you to do it.” pope felt his heart drop to his stomach, his face twisting in confusion. “hit you? why would i do that?” he stopped you, sitting up against the headboard while you avoided his heated stare. “why wouldn’t you?” you scoffed, “it’s like every guy’s wet dream.”

“it’s not mine.”

that’s exactly what you were afraid to hear. of course pope wasn’t some sick individual who got off on hitting girls and inflicting pain on them— words included. “please, just do it. choke me, pull my hair, anything— i want it.” with his palm still on your cheek, he cradled your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “no, you don’t.” he whispered, stroking your skin with the utmost care.

him being gentle hurt you more than any man who threw you around with no regard ever did. you didn’t know no other way, you didn’t know what it was like to be put first. nor did you know how to outwardly express your appreciation or vulnerability without having to give something away. you stared at him, your resolve crumbling as you cried into his chest, his arms enveloping you immediately. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while pope was still nestled inside of you.

he didn’t say a word as he held you tightly, your tears dripping down onto his skin as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. pope already knew what was wrong, his ability to read you and see right through you was uncanny. “no one can hurt you anymore,” he stated, “not in here. not when you’re with me.”

[ethanrayne]

80s dad!stan idea?

so i've seen... a couple different AUs where Dipper and Mabel are Stan's kids, but most of them set it up in such a way that the twins grow up in Gravity Falls, and while that's a very fun vibe, I think they would be very different as people with the specific and deeply strange environment of Gravity Falls around them at an early age, and also I really like the idea of an AU that preserves the vibe of wonder and mystery of it being their first summer in town... and the first time they're really interacting with Stan. But, of course, Stan is all about family, so the only way to do that is for him not to know about them until recently.

Enter: Carla McCorkle, Stan's high school girlfriend. What little we know about her is that she loves music & dancing, that the two times we've seen her she's been dressed in bright colors (colors, btw, that we've also seen on Mabel, usually), and that she dumped Stan for Thistle Downe, a hippie who Stan was convinced (possibly erroneously) used music to manipulate her. We don't know when that was, other than presumably before Stan got kicked out (though there's some solid angst potential in it being after that, it doesn't work for what I'm cooking here), but we know that the time between Stan being kicked out and the Portal Incident is "over ten years" and "ten years" depending on which lines you take as most accurate- but most timelines for the show that I've seen put it closer to 13 years.

So it goes like this-

Carla, barely 18, pregnant with her ex's kid- maybe not actually sure the kid is Stan's and not Thistle's at this point, but she has some suspicions- hears that Stan got kicked out, that he's left the state, and decides she's absolutely not telling anybody that this might be his kid, because she's sure as shit not gonna let Stan's family near her kid- sure, Stan's a bit of a wildcard, a little hot-tempered (what was he thinking, with that stunt he pulled with Thistle's car), but he's got a good heart, and she knows his dad's a hardass, there's no way Stan deserved whatever happened there, which means there's no way his family can be trusted to treat her baby decent. (Well, maybe Stanford, she always thought he was nice- a bit odd and a bit awkward, but Stan adored his twin, so Carla figured he must be more fun when he's not trying way too hard to be polite to his brother's girlfriend about how much he'd rather be studying than talking to her. At the very least, she'd consider trusting him with this in an emergency, but she doesn't expect to need to.)

Carla, over a decade later, having a bit of a rough time and neck deep in an increasingly deteriorating marriage to and probable divorce from Thistle (to keep the twins' parents-are-divorcing angst subtext), gets a call from a cousin back home (one of the only people other than Carla and Thistle that knows exactly who the twins' dad is- the twins know it's not Thistle, but not any details beyond that, and they're curious but haven't found anything out yet. For context, I'm thinking Thistle has raised them but is a very distant and disinterested stepdad, he's very much just the guy who was there, barely willingly) telling her to check the obituaries and (for crying out loud Carla) figure out how to tell the kids, because Stanley Pines' funeral is next week.

Carla does not tell the kids (yet). Carla, being a sensible and relatively compassionate woman, sees that the contact info regarding the funeral in the obit is for Stanford Pines and immediately calls to check on him. (It's not irrational, and she's not thinking about how if she'd said something sooner, things might be different, and it definitely isn't anything to do with the tight feeling in her chest right now- and Carla is maybe just as good at lying to herself as any Pines is because she believes all of those until he answers the phone. She knows that voice- it's sharper, deeper, rougher, but she knows the sound of him, and Stanford never sounded like that, which means.... something. Mostly, it means there's still time.

"Why are you holding your own funeral?" she asks, in response to the gruff hello he'd answered the phone with.

"Who is this?" he snaps back, sounding... nervous?

"Carla. Calling to offer her condolences to her ex's brother, who must be going through a hard time right now, after his twin died, except apparently you're right there, Stanley, so answer the damn question."

"....shit.")

....the problem is this is where I can't bridge the gap between the angsty bit and the bit where the kids stay with Stan for a while, but somehow they end up there for the summer, and much of the plot of the series plays out similarly, just in the early 80s instead.

(also possibly Stan and Carla end up back together because I'm a sap and also because, let's face it, Mabel would play matchmaker.)

[sturniololuvz]

I want something long, angsty, y/n fighting with her brother(s), do what you want with this you're so talented 😻😻

thank youuuu! hope u likeeeee🩷 this one is a really good angst i feel!!!!!

“Fractured Ties”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N slammed the front door behind her, the sound echoing through the house. Her heart was racing, her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. She felt like she was on fire—like every nerve in her body was lit up with anger.

“Are you fucking serious right now, Y/N?” Nick’s voice rang from the living room, sharp and angry. “What the hell was that?”

She spun around, glaring at him as he stormed toward her, followed closely by Matt and Chris. Their expressions were a mix of frustration and disappointment, which only made the rage inside her burn hotter.

“You guys don’t get to be mad at me,” Y/N spat, her voice shaking. “Not when you’re the ones treating me like a goddamn child.”

Chris scoffed, crossing his arms. “Because you’re acting like one!”

Y/N felt her chest tighten, the weight of his words hitting harder than she wanted them to. “Fuck you, Chris. Seriously.”

“Oh, real mature,” Matt muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. “We’re trying to look out for you, and you’re just throwing a tantrum like a five-year-old.”

Her stomach twisted at that, a lump forming in her throat. She hated this. Hated fighting with them. Hated that no matter what she did, they never seemed to see her as anything other than their little sister—someone to protect, someone to control.

“I don’t need you to fucking look out for me all the time!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “I’m not some helpless kid who needs her big brothers breathing down her neck every second of the day!”

Nick let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? So sneaking out in the middle of the night isn’t stupid as fuck? Putting yourself in a situation where anything could’ve happened—where anyone could’ve taken advantage of you?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, her nails biting into her skin. “I wasn’t alone—”

“Oh, right, you were with that guy,” Chris cut in, his voice dripping with venom. “The same one we told you was a piece of shit. But no, you don’t listen, because we’re just the overprotective, annoying big brothers, right?”

Her breath caught in her throat. Her anger was still boiling, but now there was something else creeping in—something ugly, something sharp.

“He was different with me,” she muttered, hating how small her voice sounded.

Nick ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “No, Y/N, he wasn’t. You just didn’t want to fucking see it.”

Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating. She could feel their eyes on her, feel the weight of their disappointment pressing down on her chest like a boulder.

Matt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not trying to ruin your life, Y/N. We just—”

“Then stop fucking treating me like I’m stupid,” she snapped, tears stinging her eyes. “Like I don’t know what I’m doing, like I can’t make my own choices.”

Chris stepped forward, his jaw tight. “When your choices are dangerous, when they could fucking hurt you, we’re always going to step in. That’s never gonna change.”

Her chest ached, the lump in her throat growing bigger. “I hate you guys,” she whispered, even though it was a lie.

Chris flinched, his face falling for just a second before he masked it with anger.

Nick just shook his head, his expression blank. “Yeah? Well, right now, you’re making it really fucking hard for us to like you too.”

That one stung.

Y/N felt her breath hitch, her vision blurring. The walls of the house suddenly felt too tight, too suffocating. She needed to get out.

So she did.

She turned on her heel, shoving past them as she ran up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her.

And then, finally, she let the tears fall.

—

The days that followed were miserable.

She avoided them at all costs, barely coming out of her room unless she had to. Meals were eaten in silence, the tension thick enough to choke on.

Chris was the angriest. He barely looked at her, and when he did, it was with cold, exhausted eyes.

Nick didn’t try to talk to her, either. He was quieter than usual, his usual teasing remarks completely gone.

And Matt? He just seemed sad. Like he was tired of the fighting, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

She hated it.

She hated the way the house felt without their stupid bickering, without their laughter, without the warmth that had always been there.

She hated that she had made them hate her.

And the worst part?

She hated herself for it too.

[gatorbites-imagines]

could I perhaps request some Bucky x male reader where it’s set after the kinktober oneshot and Bucky does realize that he still has an oral fixation until he like instinctively puts readers fingers in his mouth? Or maybe they’re just cuddling. Whatever you want mr gator!

Bucky Barnes x male reader

Headcanons

I miss Bucky, I miss Marvel, it just hasn’t been my number one since endgame. Where my Bucky lovers at? i miss his long hair too, it was such a look.

You two don’t start dating for a long time. Neither of you talk about that evening where you pretty much stole him from Hydra and he slobbered all over your leg and hand, sucking at your fingers like a delicious treat.

When Bucky started healing, he ended up apologizing to you with an embarrassed flush. You just wave it off, telling him to not even think about it. Everyone deals differently with trauma. Tony used to drink, Clint hid away on his farm, you hunted bigots and bucky sucked fingers. He was probably coping the healthiest out of all of you.

You guys probably first start really dating post endgame, unless you stay in Wakanda with him for one reason or another. I tried to place the reader as somewhere in the middle during the civil wars, so it’s up to you which side you were on.

When it takes place after endgame doesn’t matter much. You two are dating, finally getting some time off to just relax and get to be domestic together.

I can imagine Bucky somewhere inside yearns for something domestic, at least sometimes. Theres something so comforting about getting home, you two cooking dinner together, showering together, and cuddling with a movie.

Bucky is also a beast in the grocery store. That man is sniffing out sales like a bloodhound. You just have to push the cart as he places everything you guys need inside. You have a theory it’s because he grew up under the great depression, but you’ve never said this out loud.

This does also mean that you guys sometimes have some, strange… meals… it always tastes great, but Bucky comes up with combos you haven’t ever thought about. Theres very little food waste in your guy’s house, which is another plus.

Bucky would have believed all this time that the whole episode with him sucking on your fingers when you first rescue him, was just a fluke. His half-fried brain looking for some kind of comfort in it all.

So what if he still finds himself chewing on pens, straws, candy, the works. It’s just him needing something to do, it doesn’t mean anything.

It’s only after you guys have dated for a while, and everything is comfortable and good. Bucky gets the chance to heal and start discovering things about himself, that it starts to shine through.

It would happen when you guys were cuddling. Maybe it’s been such a long day that even a super soldier like Bucky would be tired, to the point where he isn’t thinking too hard about anything he does or says. He trusts you too much to be on edge, so he just kinda goes with the vibe.

Bucky would be laying with his head on your chest, your guy’s hands intertwined. You don’t say anything when Bucky brings your hand up to his mouth, just assuming he was gonna kiss the back of it like he does sometimes.

Well, that’s what you thought, before Bucky started sucking on your fingers. He doesn’t even seem to notice what he’s doing for a while.

And he looks too relaxed for you to say anything about it. Honestly, Bucky relaxes even more, sighing out his nose and melting further against your chest. It’s not like its painful or anything, so you just let him do his thing without saying anything.

Bucky is extremely embarrassed when he realizes what hes been doing. Maybe its when the movie ends so he has to focus again, only to notice the pool of drool on your chest and the soft calm sucking hes been doing of your fingers.

Your lover tries to apologize, stuttering and mumbling about not knowing what’s wrong with him. This is where you gotta step in and reassure him that it’s fine, you don’t mind. You like seeing him comfortable, and honestly? Knowing you are part of that comfort only makes it better.

This doesn’t mean Bucky is gonna start always sucking on your fingers, biting at you or anything. But he still feels more welcome to do so when he needs it, or when he feels really comfortable. Having an oral fixation is far from the closest thing you’ve ever met, so you are just happy to help.

[stoneybun]

praising schlatt as a joke and he randomly gets hard 🙏🙏🙏

oh HELL yeah anon. NSFW; MDNI as always Schlatt x fem!reader - brat/sub schlatt :3 unprotected sex & creampie The two of you currently had some documentary on the TV, originally being interested in it but it slowly just turned into background noise as the two of you were relaxed on the couch. His head was currently in your lap, letting you run your fingers through his tousled brown hair. His eyes were closed, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. You took a moment to notice how peaceful this was, one of the tender moments between the two of you that always made your heart swell with affection for your boyfriend. There was a peaceful silence between you two, which wasn't necessarily uncommon. However, you were expecting a comment to come out of his mouth, something just to get under your skin and see the adorable way you reacted to him getting you riled up. But he wasn't, instead just taking the affection and the domestic moment between the two of you. Just letting you care for him. He was behaving. "Y'know, you're bein' real good right now," you snicker, ruffling his hair a little before letting your nails drag along his scalp to fix the mess you just made. You thought it was funny, but Schlatt felt his heart practically fucking stop. "Yeah?" he croaks, blinking his eyes open and looking up at you through his lashes. God, he was so pretty like this. You nod, smiling warmly this time as you let your nails scratch just a little more firmly against his scalp, feeling him shudder beneath your touch. "Mmhm, not runnin' your mouth so much," you continue to tease him. "Bein' my good boy, huh?" Oh, that got him. That got him bad. He grunts, shifting slightly as he tried to tug the fabric of his sweatshirt to cover the tent slowly becoming more and more obvious in his shorts. You know this move well enough to not see past his bullshit. "Oh, y'like that, baby?" you coo, making him grunt in response. "Doll," Schlatt groans, running a hand over his face. "Keep runnin' that mouth'a yours and there's gon' be an issue," he grumbles, trying to ignore the way his cheeks and ears were reddening coupled with the butterflies in his tummy from you treating him like this. "Don't be like that, pretty boy," you purr, your fingers curling in his hair to gently grip some of the chocolate locks he had, tugging ever so slightly to make him look at you. "I think we both know you don't want me to stop." Schlatt huffs, tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt again, looking desperate. His eyes were dilated as he looked up at you, his lips briefly pressing together, looking like he was having a mental battle behind his eyes. He's really trying to hold himself back from giving in, liking the little fight he was putting up with you, but the more he looked up at you and listened to you talk to him like that the harder it got. Also his dick. You hum, clicking your tongue as you release his hair and slowly let your hand drop to caress his cheek, gently scratching at his chops before starting to rub his cheekbone with your thumb. This made him break, a soft, needy huff coming from him as he let himself nudge his cheek into your hand.

"....please," you just barely could make out, making you hum. Oh, you were gonna have fun with this. "Please what, baby?" you purr, letting your other hand slowly trace your fingertips up and down his arm as your voice drops a little softer. "Use your words, big guy." "Please, need you," Schlatt whimpers, and you know you've got him right where you want him. "Need me, huh?" you giggle, letting the hand on his arm slowly travel down his chest, briefly feeling the softness of his stomach. "I think I know just what my boy wants," you murmur, briefly gliding your hand above the tent in his shorts, feeling the way he twitched from the subtle pressure of your palm as you pressed it into him. He bucks his hips in response, desperate for anything more than the pressure, a soft groan leaving his lips when you grip his thickness through the fabric.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his hips stuttering for a moment as he resists the urge to thrust into your grip despite still having his shorts on. "Please, jus' fuck me." he whines, sounding so fucking needy with the way his voice was wavering. "Doin' so well, baby," you coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'll give ya what y'want," you continue, slowly nudging his shoulder. "Lem' get up," you murmur, making him listen without hesitation. He sat up, huffing as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair in an attempt to calm his racing heart. When he saw you stand, he quickly did the same, following you like a lovesick puppy to your shared bedroom. It was an unspoken rule, needing the privacy of the closed door to keep the cats out. You turn to already see Schlatt having shed his hoodie, fumbling with his shorts. You giggle, shaking your head and catching his attention, making him raise a brow while looking down at you.

"Just lay down, baby," you murmur, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him. He huffs but obeys, his large frame sprawling on the bed. "Good boy," He groans at the praise, watching you climb onto the bed with a heavy gaze as you strip him. "Need ya on my dick, sweetheart, please," "Can't say no when ya sound so pretty beggin' like that," you purr, though in all reality you were already aching for him just as bad. You just loved making him pathetic like this. Instead of dragging on any longer, you grip the waistband of his briefs and tug them down, quickly shedding your pants and underwear. Schlatt swallowed hard, tugging on the hem of the shirt you had on with a pleading look in his eyes. You knew what he wanted; his favorite part of you riding him was watching your chest bounce. You hum, lifting your arms instead of taking it off yourself and letting him tug the shirt off of you, his breath catching at the sight given to him.

Before his brain can compute anything, you're already moving to straddle his lap, his thick, heavy cock aching, pre-cum glistening on his red tip. You wrap your hand around his girth, positioning it just at the right angle. His hands quickly find your hips, fingertips dug into the plush skin of your wide hips. The feeling as you sank yourself onto him was addicting, immediately lost in thought as the familiar sensation of him stretching you wracked your brain. Sure, you both have fucked plenty of times, but it always felt like the first time all over again in the best way possible when he'd slide inside you. Schlatt throws his head back with a moan, a hand coming up to grasp one of your breasts in his hand, needing something to hold onto as he felt your warm, wet heat engulf him. It wracked his brain just as much as it did yours, feeling his cock pulse inside you as you decided to sit on top of him for a moment, basking in the feeling before slowly starting to bounce on his cock. "That's it, fuck," is all he manages to get out, his chest heaving as he kneads your breast in his hand, eyes fluttering up to meet yours. "Like that, pretty boy?" you murmur, bouncing faster, making him whimper and grit his teeth as he moans, the room filling with the sound of your slick movements and ragged breaths.

"Gonna be my good boy 'nd cum with me?" you pant, shifting forward and resting your hands on his chest as you bounce, hips stuttering as they started to ache. Schlatt grunted, putting both hands on your hips and gripping them borderline painfully as he started to rut into you. "Wanna.. fuck.. make y' cum, be, ngh... so good f' you," "That's my boy," you breathe, cock twitching as he hits his breaking point. Desperate moans and whines fall from his lips as his hips continue jerking into you, filling you with his cum while you fell apart around him.

You both stay still, catching your breath. After a moment, he gently lifts you off, making you wince at the gushy feeling between your aching legs. "Shh, I know," he murmurs, cradling you in his arms. "Let me take care of you now, yeah?" He mutters, pressing soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle lazily with a warm, dopey smile.

[thatnarcissisticfeel]

I think that a lot of people without NPD have a really poor understanding of "narc supply" or the specific type of positive attention that pwNPD crave. Even the egotypicals who are allies, the ones denounce narc abuse and anti-NPD ableism, don't fully grasp it.

There's this false idea that NPDs like to be worshipped and showered with compliments all of the time, and I mean, yeah, most of us would eat that shit up, but I know that for myself and a lot of other pwNPD it's deeper and much more, I guess, personal?

I don't really know how to describe it, so I'll give an example: As a kid, no one really paid attention to my creative endeavors, my accomplishments, my feelings, etc. And if they DID pay attention, the attention was negative. I could always do better, I could always be smarter, stronger, etc. This came from peers and adults alike. So I developed a coping mechanism where I would tell myself that everyone else was wrong, that I'm actually the best person around, etc. I don't have to explain what disorder I ended up with as an adult as a result of all of that. :P

But anyway - the wound of constantly being ignored at best and insulted at worst is still there. You know how when you're in a group chat or a conversation with multiple people and no one ever pays attention to your comments, while paying attention to everyone else? Yeah, that shit hurts EVERYONE, but especially pwNPD. Even the smallest acknowledgment can be "narc supply."

You know how when you achieve something really cool and everyone ignores you - but the people who ignore you will be quick to praise OTHER people?

You know how when you post art/edits online and everyone ignores you - but the people who ignore you compliment someone else's post in the exact same thread?

You know how when you ask your friend to read your favorite book or listen to your favorite artist or whatever because of how much it means to you, and they never do it, but then they read/listen to everyone else's favorite thing at everyone else's recommendation, and how much it pisses you off? (Hurts even more if you have the SAME favorite book/artist and someone reads/listens to it at the other person's recommendation and not at yours.)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could go on and on. That shit would bother anyone, us narcissists aren't alone in being hurt by that, but my G-d, it impacts pwNPD in such a specific way.

But let me flip it around to the positive!

A narcissist doesn't necessarily get their "supply" from someone telling them that they're the coolest person in the world and that they're a god. (Though if you do want to say that to us we probably won't complain!) Sometimes they get their "supply" from something as simple as someone acknowledging their achievements, and giving specific praise on what the achievement was. ("It's so cool that you won a prize in the music recital. The song you played sounds like it was really difficult and I loved your stage presence.")

Being told, "Wow, you did such a great job on your artwork, I love the colors!" goes a very very long way for a narc, especially when said narc is used to being IGNORED for their art.

Hearing, "it's so cool that you like that book, I'll have to read it and tell you my thoughts!" can help a narcissist's interests feel acknowledged.

You might be reading this and thinking, "well, isn't it just basic human interaction to compliment your friends or try out their interests"? And, well, maybe it is, but the whole point of NPD is that most of us grew up without receiving that type of attention, so now we're very very desperate for it - and very, very, VERY sensitive to when it doesn't happen, or is even perceived to not have happened. Something as small as being talked over in a group chat can set us off, but something as small as a simple, "hey, it's so cool that you did this, I love it." can win us over.

And to be completely fair, most of the time us being "ignored" isn't completely intentional. Like, I get it, yeah, sometimes timing just doesn't work out for person A to read my favorite book at my own rec, but by the time person B is in their life, person A can read it, and it's not anything personal. Sometimes the content I make just isn't someone's ~style~ and they support me, they really do, they just don't know what to say. Sometimes someone forgets to respond, or doesn't get a notification when I send them something I made or tell them about something I did. (There is less excuse for being ignored in face-to-face/offline convos though.) But because of the trauma of us constantly being ignored as kids/teens, the smallest little thing hurts and as a result we seek and crave attention EVERYWHERE.

So now, to give in to narc stereotypes of begging for attention: If you're a person without NPD and you genuinely want to help the narcissists you have in your life, the second best thing you can do for us is checking in to make sure we're not overlooked. Try to be sure you're not ignoring us, and if we do something cool, try to compliment it, even if it's something you don't fully "understand." Ask us about what we've been up to lately, what we're proud of about ourselves, and agree with us that what we've done is pretty cool. I mean, you'd do that for any friend, right? It's really not all outlandish for a narc to want that.

(If you're curious what the FIRST best thing you can do for a narcissist is, it's giving us a million dollars unlearning your anti-NPD ableism and calling people out who use narcissist as an insult as a synonym for abuser. Even in "offline" spaces, even when we're not around, even doctors/therapists. Even "narc" abuse survivors.)

[itspileofgoodthings]

you know what I’ve realized lately? that’s really helped? the axiom: it just doesn’t really make that much of a difference. Or at least it doesn’t when you’re talking about good things and not, like, doing good vs. doing evil. Big choices, little choices, decisions, decisions —it’s not just that they don’t matter in the grand scheme of things—because they do! —but just. It won’t make that big of a difference. Life will continue to be wonderful AND difficult, fascinating AND hopelessly mundane, full of roses AND thorns and all the other cliches whether you walk down one road or another. And you’ll get used to the joys and sick of the sorrows whatever they are, and you’ll be ungrateful and bored and dissatisfied in some measure some of the time and you’ll have to work on all the things you have to work on anyways and just. Yeah! It doesn’t make that big of a difference! Even the biggest things!

[yashley]

no but it's hilarious to me that imogen herself has been parroted how terrible liliana is, how she knows she’s a bad guy, how she knows she needs to bring her down, and yet still they're like "i mean have you ever thought that your mom is evil and irredeemable????" lmao

[arolesbianism]

Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3

[narcopathyfiles]

it's honestly so bad for my Sanity though because it affects the way people interact with me so hard and i'm already like. Medically crazy about it

[mantisgodsdomain]

Slowly, yet painfully realizing that we're probably the exact type of person that random fandom guys would miscast as a father.

[jackass-jones]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

[workingforitallthetime]

Adam #119 and Connor #98 feels special to me, love the NHL for treating the top prospects so well :)

https://www.gettyimages.ca/detail/news-photo/adam-fantilli-poses-for-a-headshot-at-the-2023-nhl-scouting-news-photo/1258543255

https://www.gettyimages.ca/detail/news-photo/connor-bedard-poses-for-a-headshot-at-the-2023-nhl-scouting-news-photo/1258543093

adam with his expressive face is incapable of taking a bad picture, and connor with his desire to never make an expression is incapable of taking a good one. why is gavin the only one whose shirt won't fit over his biceps.

[mirrortouchedsea]

rinniki + 21 or 5 🥺

Oh these are also both so cute but I'll go with 5 methinks

ask game

…where it doesn’t hurt.

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Shit. Niki let go of the knife and drew his finger up to his mouth. He licked the blood off before assessing the damage. It wasn't deep but he'd have to have a band-aid on it for a few days and Rinne would never let him hear the end of it. That almost hurt more than the cut itself.

Niki walked over to the sink and turned on the water, taking a towel and gently cleaning his the cut. Where did they put the antiseptics again?

He jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around his torso.

"Oi, Niki, whatcha doin'?" Niki dropped the towel.

"Dishes. Leave me alone." He elbowed the man, his boyfriend, and grabbed for the box of band-aids on the counter.

"That doesn't look like dishes to me Niki-kyun~ Didya hurt yourself?" Rinne poked at Niki's shoulder. "Do ya need your Rinne-kun to kiss it all better?"

"Shut up Rinne-kun."

"Aw, don't be like that Niki~ c'mere." Niki had already finished putting the band-aid on when Rinne grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips. "There! All better!"

"You didn't even kiss the band-aid Rinne-kun!"

[catboyfurina]

One of the really irritating things about that 'oh QPR is just friendship, clearly you've never had friends, lmao loser' discourse is that (and there are many irritating things this is just one of them) even in QPRs that ARE just friendships with a new fancy label.... like...? There are many kinds of friendship that people just have because it's easier than not. And there are friendships that you think are going to be incredibly lasting, but then they date someone new and suddenly you're no longer a priority. The QPR label lets people attach an intentionality and priority to their friendship that really is not guaranteed..... like also not every QPR is this way etc etc but even when it is Just Friendship T M its still like entirely reasonable to want to use that label to signify that it isn't casual