#maybe its dumb to tag the moves. idk

[pollydot]

Paula art I made while watching the barbie movie (again)

[thepixelelf]

you can't seriously equate pressing a button on a website you are already using in order to support artists who make content for free, to going out of your way to listen to one song over and over again whether you like the song or not in order to generate a tiny fraction of a company's revenue

[audiovisualrecall]

Love how I can ruin something so easily

[sstrwbrryccke]

member of txt!amab!reader who wears grey sweatpants to practice... and soobin can't help, but keep on staring at their crotch :( stupid baby can't even concentrate on practicing anymore, so he just sits on the floor and continues staring, rubbing his thighs together from time to time. reader obviously takes a notice at soobin's behaviour, so when they're left alone in practice room, it all ends up with soobin getting fucked dumb in front of all the mirrors around...

stop pervy soobin will be the death of me… thank you em @soobinsonly1bf for the request! 🫢🙏 (i asked him to req me HSHHSJFJA)

— practice room | sub choi soobin

tags: txt!amab!reader x pervert soobin, mean reader but soft at the end, made-up dance routine, reader is the oldest of the group, usage of hyung a few times, mirror sex, downbad soobin, pervert soobin, mention of drool once, soobin fingering himself, thigh slapping, dacryphilia, age dominance? idk like korea’s respect system based on age, fluffy at the end but other than that its filth

“okay everyone, two more tries. from the top.”

you call out, slicking your hair back, and getting back to position. more emotion, more expression, focus on the chorus. you repeat in your head, looking back at your members.

“lets do it!” yeonjun yells in english, clapping his hands, hyping up everyone as beomgyu replays the song from the top. soobin takes his position beside you, a meek look on his face, which you shrugged off at first. maybe he was tired, the group had been practicing for hours after all.

gradually however, you begin to notice the subtle changes in his breath pattern, the way he bites his lips as he stares intently at the practice mirror. it only became more apparent at the killing part of the dance, you face towards soobin, hand reaching out to grasp his chin, and you distinctly hear his breath hitch, eyes lidded as he stares at you.

when the dance ended, some members took a drink break, while others kept correcting their mistakes in the mirror. you on the other-hand, approached soobin directly, who was busy pretending as if he didn’t see you.

“soobin.”

you just say, arms crossed. the said boy was sitting with his back flush to the mirror. head turned to the side and hand rubbing the back of his neck. his eyes glance to you before nervously looking away. the closer you get the more jittery he becomes. you squat in front of him, and you hear him hold his breath, he couldn’t help but glance down— to your crotch and the outline of your cock in your grey sweatpants— oh shit.

he gulps, coming face to face with your knowing look. he just got caught staring. he props his knees up, hugging them to his chest, face down. trying to hide his growing erection.

“soobin, look at hyung.”

he lifts his head at this, bunny eyes wide and mouth agape. you were smirking at him. his heart thumped and his cheeks grew warm.

“guys, soobin’s tired, let’s practice one more time without him. come on, get up. lets go.” you clap, signalling to the others before jumping up and walking back to your position. some members whine, joking about your favouritism towards soobin and you just shush them playfully. the many privileges of being the oldest. the loud instrumentals start, but instead of the mirror, you stare at the boy sitting in front.

the moment the dance begins, you default back to your facial expressions carefully crafted for each move, though your eyes never left soobin’s pair. he felt his erection twitch in his pants. you lick your lips and he imagines that was him spread out onto your tongue. you thrust your hips and he imagines his body flush against yours. and god, those stupidly hot grey sweatpants. he was so incredibly down bad for a dumb piece of clothing, but the way the fabric almost left nothing yet everything to the imagination— maybe he finally understood how fans felt when they see their bias.

before he knew it, his thighs were desperately rubbing together, mouth agape. if he opened his lips any wider, drool might even seep out. he was so needy, and he knew you knew. the way you eyed him down, tongue poking at your inner cheek, fingers deliberately sliding down from your chest to near your crotch.

god.

thankfully the dance was over, otherwise soobin might’ve genuinely busted in his pants, and he was sure he would’ve faced a lifetime of teasing as a result. you pat each member behind the back, exchanging ‘good work’s as you remind everyone to stretch at the dorm. yeonjun sneaks up on you, slapping your ass with a cheeky grin. “what? gonna dote on soobin once the two of you are alone?”

you jab him in the side, playfully rolling your eyes. you knew yeonjun was joking, but he didn’t know just how true his words were. there had always been something between you and soobin since your trainee era, and the two of you were ecstatic when you found out you were debuting together. and soon enough, that attraction became something tangible and physical. as hormonal young adults, it was no surprise you two took advantage of your youth to enjoy each other’s presence. aka fuck like wild bunnies.

when the rest of the group leave the room, their laughter and chattering muffled down the hallway, you slowly lock the practice room door, turning around to meet eyes with a very desperate soobin. his hands snaking around your neck. kissing you just as eagerly, you kiss him back much more precise compared to his sloppy attempt. he pushes a tongue against your bottom lip and that’s when you part, a string of saliva connecting you two. he stares at you for a second before a low whine trembles out from his plump lips.

“why?”

“why should i reward you? you’ve been bad.”

his pouty lips frown, about to sulk before you push him further into the room, dead centre in the middle of the practice mirrors.

“seriously soob, you think you’re slick, staring at my crotch like that?”

his face instantly darkens to a crimson red, he lowers his head and his bangs cover his eyes but you can see the pink on his ears.

“you wanted to distract me didn’t you. wanted me to mess up on the choreography?”

he shakes his head quickly, his hair tousling at the motion, his big eyes peak from behind his bangs as he looks at you.

“no!… i…” he stammers, trying to formulate words to defend himself, but all he could really focus on was his hardening dick and how it pressed against his jeans painfully.

“no? look at yourself.”

he does as you say. good obedient boy. there was a tent in his jeans and at the very tip was a wet spot. his breath stutters, because he catches a glance at your crotch too, your length outlined by the thin fabric of the sweatpants. he wished that was in him instead.

“i can’t help it, im sorry.” his head hung low in an embarrassed shame, apologising to his older member out of genuine guilt.

“if you’re so sorry, let me see you open yourself up. if you’re good, maybe ill reconsider.”

he takes a glance at you, and he knew exactly what you wanted. he’s been here before, you wanted to see the humiliation on his face as he played with himself. you wanted him to cry as he threw away his dignity and pride. degrade his body into a shivering and quivering mess until he begged for forgiveness.

it shouldn’t, but it turned him on so much. he quickly shuffles off his pants, keeping his hoodie on because he knew you liked seeing his huge hoodie slump down his figure and onto his cock. he parts his legs but before he can touch himself you stop him. his wide eyes look at you, did he do something wrong? are you going to leave him here untouched and hard?

“turn around.” you interrupt his train of thoughts, sitting down crossed legged as you dug into his pants, taking out a travel-sized bottle of lube.

“how did you—“

“knowing your perverted ass, i took a wild guess.”

he sheepishly smiled, turning around as you commanded. meeting face to face with the reflection of his body. and wow was he red… thighs parted with his dick barely hidden by his hoodie. it looked sinful, and you were grinning behind him. you take his hand, slathering a good amount of cold lube on his fingers before leaving him be.

“go on, soob.”

you state, and his breath trembles as his fingers prodded at his own ass, slipping in softly and he keens, thighs and eyes slowly closing, only to snap back to reality by a ringing slap to his thigh. he yelps, widening his legs and looking up at you in the mirror.

“keep your eyes and legs open.”

your hand comes to tilt his chin up, he bites back tears as he continued inserting in his fingers with your new rules. you were so mean. he wanted to whine, but if he endured this he might be rewarded. so he disregards all his shame as he starts riding his own fingers. crotch leaned towards the mirror as he watched his hole close and open.

“look at that soobin, if you were good from the beginning that could be my dick.”

you whispered and he whimpers, tears escaping and rolling down his cheek. all he wanted was for you to dote on him, but because of his stupid horny brain he ruined that chance. he starts sobbing as the shame seeps into him, and you slap his thigh again to remind him to keep his eyes open. he does his best to please you, biting his lips hard as he inserted a fourth finger, it painfully stretched him out but he kept going, his hopeful eyes glancing up at you in pleads. but you didn’t budge and he just couldn’t do it anymore, his finger accidentally jabs particularly hard at his prostate and his thighs shook— a choked ‘coming’ trembled in his throat before he came in ropes, hard cock bobbing up and down before he was empty.

he gasps out, the satisfaction of the orgasm was soon replaced by his brooding disappointment. he sighed as he took his fingers out of his hole. head down and afraid to look up at you, he knew you were disappointed. it was akin to getting a scolding from his manager. his non-dirty hand comes up to wipe at his tears, at least he could face his hyung with some dignity before he gets reprimanded.

though, as if the gods answered his prayers, your hands come up to brush his bangs away from his eyes, pulling his tall body into your lap.

“soob it’s okay, you did well, soob.”

he sighs out a breathy exhale, big red eyes glancing behind him.

“i’m sorry” he just says, sulking.

“you’re okay. want to feel me in you?”

he nods, letting you dote on him. it always felt nice when you took care of him, either socially or physically. he may be the taller one, but you were his hyung and you always made sure he was taken care of. you slip your dick out from your sweatpants, before slowly inserting yourself into his throbbing hole. he sighs, out of relief this time. he glances into the mirror and you had your face in the crook of his neck, slowly moving him up and down as your hand caressed his cock.

it was a few soft moments, you thrusted softly into him as to not overstimulate him. he turns his head to you again, plump lips in a frown.

“kiss?” you ask, he nods eagerly, and you capture his lips gently. letting his curious tongue in your mouth this time, and in exchange you slipped yours in his, tasting him. his breath hitches, and you could tell he was close with how his stomach clenched. you break from the kiss to suck on his neck, leaving a small hickey just above his collarbone. he moans out, quiet and breathy, thighs clenching as his second orgasm came at him in waves. he squeezes your cock and you cum with a small moan.

the two of you take a moment to breathe before a satisfied smile adorns his pink lips again. you chuckle, so predictable. his eyes creased with his grin and his aegyo sal was on full show, he turns to you and cuddles into your neck.

“happy?”

“super.” he giggles into your collarbone. you let him enjoy your body warmth for a moment, slipping your dick out and hearing the soft drip of cum falling from his hole to the ground.

after a few soft seconds, you pat his back, getting his attention. “okay soobie, let’s clean up and go back to the dorm. we have a dance practice to film tomorrow.”

he sulks when you untangle his long limbs from yours, but quickly recovers as he cleans out the cum from his hole with a tissue (shivering and doing his best not to get hard again, this man has a stamina of a bunny…) slipping his underwear and pants back on. meanwhile you take one of the towels to clean up the residue on the floor. dumping it in a basket later. you gather yours and soobins stuff before noticing the guy staring long and hard at his reflection.

“soobin? what’s up.”

“i have a hickey.”

“what— oh.”

“what do i do? we’re filming tomorrow.”

“…hope and pray moas don’t notice?”

—☆★☆

TOMORROW X TOGETHER OFFICIAL uploaded: TXT (투모로우바이투게더) ‘XXXXX’ Dance Practice

@soobslefttoe: yall?? is that a hickey on soobins neck

@iloveyn: @soobslefttoe nah the real question is DO YOU GUYS SEE HOW YN LOOKED AT SOOBIN??? i would sell my soul to be looked at like that.

@ynxsoob4ever: they are totally fuvking i bet yn scks coobins dick all day

@sanetxtstan: all of you are so delulu…

[blingblong55]

Are you there? - 141

Reader goes missing on a mission.

This is based on a request

F!Reader, Angst?(idk anymore)

The team and you were in a high profile mission. Laswell thought you'd be perfect bait for this one. However it was a deal/plan between you and her. You would get the men out and give yourself up so they could return back to base. All is going well so far.

"Price?"

''R/n, you and Gaz take left, meet us at extraction point.'' he commanded and you obeyed. Gaz was hit in the head by some gravel. You pushed him out and dragged him to extraction. You ran back and made the enemy chase you. Soap and Ghost ran towards him as soon as they noticed he was unconscious. Price looked around, but no sight of you.

''Fuck, where are you kid.'' he said under his breath.

''This is Bravo six, how copy?''

''What is the matter?'' Laswell responds.

''We've lost the kid, she's nowhere to be seen.''

At that moment Laswell knew the plan you two had made worked, ''did you all make it to extraction?''

''yes, but we have to go back for her-''

''negative, you and the others get on that helicopter and leave, no need to fight.''

''we lost the kid, what do you mean negative?''

''get on that heli Price, thats an order.''

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The ride on the helicopter was...confusing, to say the least. Soap would look out the window and to the ground, he'd ask too many questions. Ghost was looking for any smoke signal, but nothing. Gaz, although injured fought the medics and tried at many occasions to jump out and go search for you. Price was quiet.

It was odd for Laswell to just tell him to leave you behind, knowing well that you and him had grown a daughter-father relationship.

After the medics tranquilized Gaz, Price turned to his men. ''You two meet me at my office.''

Soap and Ghost nod and continue doing their own thing.

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At base, the three men sat there, plotting their next move. Soap tried not to think of what could've happened to you. What if you were looking for him in all that smokey mess? What if the enemy saw you and knocked you down?

All he kept doing was touch the small bracelet you had given him not long ago. It was regret, maybe if Ghost would've gone with you and Gaz you'd be annoying him with your stupid jokes by now.

''She's going to be okay.'' Price tried to say with confidence. Ghost took out a picture of you and the rest of the team. You and Soap doing some funny pose whilst he flexed his arms. It was a good day that day.

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There you were, hanging from your arms at some old base. You had been beaten up over the course of 13 hours. Your own blood soaking your uniform. The matching bracelet holding onto your wrist as a reminder there are people waiting for your return.

Gaz was the first one you thought of. How hard he must be on himself for losing sight of you. And then you thought of Price, no one to hear his stupid corny dad jokes. Ghost probably reliving some stress from his past because now you weren't there like his own family. And then the one you tried to not think of the most, your best friend in all, Soap.

How much he would be arguing with Laswell over the decision. The dumb bracelet you got him after you over heard it was meant for a forever kind of friendship.

As your own blood dripped down your weak limbs, it was them who you thought of. The one family no one would ever take from you. The one thing this cruel world would'nt dare understand.

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''R/N!'' a muffled voice called for you.

''Are you there?'' another deeper voice ushered.

Your vision blurry as you tried to keep your eyes open, but you knew it was time to let go.

''...go Home'' the sweet voice said, you felt warmth, a sense of familiarity.

You soon met darkness.

A/N: this one is short I know...but hey..its something am I right?

Tags: @ghostslittlegf

(hope this is angsty enough for ya)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[ziminy]

Nightshift pt. 1

Having them as roommates was a problem

Tags: mdni, college au, f!reader , explicit language, a little bit of misunderstandings here and there for the plot, everyone is pretty dumb, inexperienced!reader, size difference, they toy with you the way they want, fingering, thigh fucking, both Geto and Gojo are playboys (cuz I want so) , idk I'll add it later if I missed something

Author's note: bro, I started writing this thinking it would be a small ff. I was giggling and kicking my feet and then I woke up 10k words in and I was like, nahh, gotta make this into a series. So enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it😘

Update: I re wrote this a little, just made some small changes here and there.

6k words(I thought there were more)

Masterlist part 2

Gojo Satoru had all kind of connections. He basically knew everyone in the campus at this point, the campus you shared and many others. And who could blame him? People liked him. It wouldn't be surprising if someone goes at him for anything. That's how he wakes up in someone else business most of the time, it all starts with a small favor, and then he finds out its not that small as he thought it would be. And yet he still does it again and again. He's an idiot, isn't he?

Who could blame him. No one was in their right minds anymore these days. But an idiot will always remain an idiot. And so, he woke up helping someone again. A friend you happen to have in common came to him, asking if he knows any place available to stay at. And the idiot went around asking about it, only to find up things about you. Like what kind of person you are, how people viewed you, how you got in the situation of moving out. You were a quiet person, or that's what some people said. Other said how it was so fun to have you around. You were non problematic, or hat's how he liked to see it. You were a peaceful person who just happened to be in an unfortunate situation.

He would usually say no, but he met you in person. You looked tired, and small compared to him, you looked like you bearly got any sleep these days. He lives in a big house, doesn't he? It's not like he needs new people in there, the quietness was enough for him. He also clearly don't need any money from you especially. If you can't afford sleep, would you be able to afford a place to stay in?

And somehow you woke up moving into his house. After a lot of talking about it with him, just making sure you heard what you heard right you finally made a decision. Sure, he doesn't seems bad, so why not accepting.

Everything was so peaceful at first. He said he won't be there most of the times. Him and the unexpected housemate you found there were out almost all day. And when they were back everyone seems to be so careful around each other. No one makes fast moves and it seems that you adapted to that life there rather quick. Everything was like a dream, or that what it seemed like. Until you heard a rather nasty rumor about your so called housemates. Animals in heat, that's how you can call them without saying a bad word.

You can't see it. You just can't see it. Your roommates were two regular guys. Sure, one was ridiculously rich, but he was fine. Maybe a little childish. And the other guy was just so down on earth. That guy was softer than your damn pillow. The way he talks was definitely telling you that the rumors are fake. Defamation. This got to be defamation. I mean, no matter how much you think about it you can't see these guys as some fuckers who are.. Well.. Doing what the name says. Fucks.

But you couldn't help but listen to those false allegations. The nights they weren't home they were supposed to be partying somewhere until they leave with a girl. You never saw anyone bringing anything home. So where were they? Do they like spending times in hotels instead of their own house? And that's when you find out they almost never brings girls home because they go to ladies houses.

Everything you heard was true. It's an unwritten rule that they don't like to see strangers on their beds. So that means they spend the night there? No, they always come back no matter what. Fooling in someone else bed was alright, but staying the night was a no no. All those rumors made you think. What was so special about them? And so, you started to observe them whenever you could. It was like an small experiment in your head, it meant literally nothing more. It made you think about the situation. Were they really not as you see it?

Without even realizing you got out the room at the same time they were at home. When they were in the kitchen, you happen to be there, nothing happened that just a few words exchanged , small talk. However, it was bothering them.

They really don't understand why you're looking like that at them. No, they're actually full aware of the look in your eyes. It's was something they saw so many times, yet it was more. It wasn't just horniness, it wasn't that lust they're so familiar with. It was curiosity. You don't even have to say a word because it was clearly written on your face. Yet they don't want to admit that it was just something innocent. Both of them agreed mentally that you want them. It wasn't sure which one but it was clearly you wanted something from one of them. They were the horny ones. Your eyes studying them so openly, no thoughts behind it, no shame. They were indeed animals in heat, because they just couldn't keep it to themselves. And just like always, they were willing to give you whatever you want. That if you finally say something, do a move yourself. Not just looking and that's it.

"Y/N." you moved your eyes on who ever was calling your name, none other than your landlord. "Did something happened?" to him it seemed like you had something to say but you were to shy to say it. He was more than happy to give you a little push, help you to finally say something.

"Mno..?" he gulped, you looked right into his eyes. The looks you kept giving earlier wasn't helping either. He only heard stuff about how you were shy and you didn't go much out. Your friends don't even remember the last time you went on a date, that if you ever went on a date. "Ohh." you're reaction made both of them move their eyes straight on you. You finally was going to say it? "I apologize." you laughed. "I heard something and I wanted to see it myself." you had a sweet smile on you face, it really didn't look like you were undressing them in your mind. You were curious. And if you have the answers right in front of you, wouldn't you want to know what is actually happening?

"Rumors?" the dark haired guy sat down at the table you were sitting with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Mhhmm." you nodded.

"Are you that interested in what other people say?" you shook your head.

"Not at all." you got up from your chair. "Sorry for making you concerned." and so, you went to your room. You can't figure out what's in their head, and they can't figure what's in yours. There were a lot of rumors about them, most of them being true, but you could never know. You haven't heard anything about your name yet, so maybe people don't even know you live there to begin with. Which is good. The last thing you want is someone disturbing your peace.

What you should have put in calculation was the two demons outside your door. Gojo only let you stay because he was interested in you, the other guy just started to feel a little curious. When they tried to show that they know you're watching, you did nothing more than continue to watch them further. You would look them right in the eyes like you did nothing shameless. And the answer you gave them was so vague that they're now asking for more. It's not like they disliked you there next to them, just looking at them and doing nothing more. It's that it made their imagination go wild.

You bearly went out if it wasn't for school. And up until not so long ago you wouldn't even get out the room when they were home. It was so quiet in there that they forgot about you. That until you got in that kitchen, you're steps were so carefully placed on the floor, the way you would walk around the table and sit at a spot they would have never guessed it was yours in the first place. It became like a routine to see you there in the morning, since that was the time of the day where they would be at home. Oh, but now you stopped. When they're awake you're sleeping safe and sound. Maybe they should have let you do your thing. Of course they would have answered whatever question you might had, but what they don't know is the thoughts you were thinking of. The way you would just smile like you didn't thought about what the hell they were doing when they were out.

You were just curious. And you're happy they finally said something, so that way you could stop looking for whatever you were looking. They're not happy tho. It's been a week since they didn't seen you even breathing around them. Everyone was tired. That's why they started coming home earlier. Which turned into an unfortunate event.

Stressed, everyone was stressed. And you became even stressed when you woke up in the middle of the night hearing noises. Was someone in pain? Did someone needed help? Then you woke up and realizing what is actually happening. The sounds you heard weren't from pain, they were moans, and bed moving. They weren't your moans, they didn't sounded like male moans. It was definitely a woman. You sighed as you went back to sleep, ready to complain about it tomorrow to your housemates.

You were so eager to complain about what happened. The moment you got in the kitchen you sat down next to the dark haired guy. "Suguru, have you heard that last night?" you sighed, yet you were thrilled to continue complaining. "Honestly, can't the neighbors chill?" you wanted to hear him agreeing with you, yet he didn't.

"It wasn't the neighbors." huh? Now you were confused.

"What do you mean?" you both looked at the person who just entered the kitchen. You looked at the guy next to you with big eyes when you realized what actually happened, you stood there bamboozled. He only nodded, like he could read you mind. He knew exactly what you were thinking of. "No way.." a hand was placed over your mouth to show how shocked you were. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" you exclaimed as you ran from there to your room. So those rumors were true? But you could have never guessed. I mean, weren't they in some kind of mafia or something? Why else would they be out all the times if they weren't working? But didn't people said they don't get girls home? Then was that his girlfriend? What about all those shameful things you thought of? You have to apologize to his girl.

The next morning you got out your room and shyly went into the kitchen. Moving carefully and biting your lower lip, you sat down next to your landlord at the big table that was placed in the kitchen. You looked at him, then at your hands while you kept playing with your fingers. The other guy looked amused. He could only guess why you're acting like that, but he probably knows exactly what you wanted to say. The white haired guy keep moving his eyes from his phone to you. Was this a deja vu? Or perhaps not. This feels like it happened before yet so different at the same time. You looked only at him, you sat next to him, and the other guy seems to find it funny. Clearly, something happened that he's not aware of. He's a little angry now. How can he be left out? Especially when you don't even do much besides coming into the kitchen for a few minutes then run away from there. "Something happened?" this was definitely a deja vu. The same thing, same words, yet it felt so different.

"I'm sorry.." so something did happened? What could be so bad that you got to act like this? You weren't in this situation when you got caught for staring at them shamefully.

"Huh?"

"I know it wasn't my business.. I should have probably shut up.. But please listen to me first." the guy that was sitting not so far from you was laughing his ass off. This was pure gold, comedy in its purest form. He couldn't stop you even if he wanted to. After all, you had to find things out yourself, and he didn't plan to give you any information. "I really didn't know. I wouldn't had said anything if I knew she was your girlfriend." now that was a twist that made even the hyena stop laughing. Now everyone was interested in what happened.

"What do you mean by my girlfriend?" your landlord was mad that someone is out there pretending to be his girlfriend. He might change girlfriends frequently, but at the moment he was single. So who would dare to present themselves as his girl?

"I heard that you don't get girls home unless it's someone important." never in their life have they bought someone home since you moved in there.

"I didn't bring anyone in here?" everyone was confused. No one didn't know what to say.

"The other day you came back with someone, right? I just wanted to apologize because I didn't know it was you. I thought it was the neighbors." the dark haired guy started to laugh again, this time not even trying to hide it. You got up from you seat and went to the door as fast as you could. "Anyway, I'm sorry. I just want it to say it in case of anything." and so, you disappeared from their eyes once again. Whatever you heard about them it was clearly bullshit in their eyes. You need to stop listening to whatever people had to say, they could answer to whatever question you had. Yet you never ask for anything.

A game of cats and mouse started. It was clearly who were the evil minds that came with the plan and who was the clueless victim. One day when you were at school, they happen to be there to switch everything in the house. Whatever you thought you knew was, now was in a complete another place. It was pitiful to watch them work so eagerly on this. It was hard to watch them being idiots, yet not even a second they stopped to think about it. All they had to do now was for you to come back.

It took you two days to finally see that something is wrong. In these two days they almost died of impatience because of how slow you were. Yet look at you, refusing to give up. You searched everywhere in the kitchen cabinets for whatever you were looking for, only to see with the corner of your eye that it was placed somewhere were you clearly couldn't reach at. You took a chair and tried to get it yourself. You don't need help from those fuckers after all. Why would you need it when they made your life so complicated.

"Need help?" the knight in shining armor was too late unfortunately, yet that didn't stopped Gojo from doing something.

"Not at all." he came next to you, took whatever was in your hands and put it back up, just to take it and handle it to you.

"Here you go." you sighed. But your misfortune continue to grow when the other idiot came in.

"You're stuck there? Is it too high for you?" the dark haired guy tone was like it was making fun of you. He picked you up and put you down. "There there, no need to thank me." all you did was to sigh.

"I don't need this anymore. Can you put it back?" you handed whatever you had in your hands back to them.

"You got the wrong thing? This happens if you try to reach high places alone." the moment they turned their heads away from you was the way you disappeared from there. Oh, but it was hell the next few days. Nothing was in their right places and it turned you crazy. You gave up. If that's what they wanted to hear then they win. Just like always, you finally showed up in that kitchen. You sat at another chair, choosing a different one from your usual one. Head and hands on the table as you waited for them to appear there. You were about to call it defeat when you fell asleep. It was morning after all, at this time you would usually sleep. Heck, even the bed under you was sleeping. If you were pulling out the white flag, now they were the ones doing it. Seeing you there once again made them realize their mistake.

They apologized ,not to you physically but mentally. You did nothing more than just being curious. Who wouldn't be? Some rich guy let you stay in his house when you needed a place to stay. He didn't ask for anything, the rent was even lowered to half the price it was to the previous place you lived at. And even after all those rumors you heard, you didn't had to see any of their dates inside the house. It was nice living there, they tried to make an effort somehow to not disturb you. And so you did to them. But maybe they didn't thought about it in the end. Sure, it was childish, but wouldn't you do the same if you were in their shoes? Just like you, they have questions. They also want answers. Their methods might be a little out of pocket, but try to think the way they do. They're too proud, you'll never see them asking for anything. They'll make you ask for it and then act nonchalant about it. Can't you see they're just some big fucks? They're fuckers and they're proud. They're literally dickheads.

The strategy changed. They'll get you out that room in other ways. That's when you started to wake up with all kind of food and sweets. They'll get home and the first thing to do is to go to your room to announce what they got. It made you instantly get out the bed and follow them. They played dirty all the time. They did it in such a way that when you hear the front door you instantly get out the bed and sprint to who ever came back. Big smile on your face and knowing absolutely nothing about whatever scheme they might plan next.

"I didn't got anything today." Suguru's words made you lose your smile instantly. "Satoru might come with something tho." and that made your smile to come back.

"Can I stay with you until he comes back?" his smile seems so innocent. It made him look innocent. That old fox isn't playing according to the books. No, in fact he'll get off the main path just to get to what he wants faster. He knew exactly that your so called landlord wouldn't come back home tonight. Yet he's not going to say shit.

"Of course." and so, you ended up with him on the big couch that was in the living room, watching some movie that was playing on some random channel on tv. It would be such a big lie if he says whatever he was after was just friendship. Is he trying hard? Maybe. But he wants to look like you're the one worked up about it. He wants to look like he just happened to be there and that's it. And oh man he got what he want. By the end of that movie you two ended up in your room. His hands moved so fast to get your clothes off the moment that door was closed. The big windows gave so much light that he could see very clearly where your bed was at.

"Suguru.." you whined his name so sweet and softly. It took all the control he haves to not jump on you in that exact moment, not like he wasn't all over you. If he knew that he could have got to this point sooner from a movie and some takeaways he would have got through this a long time ago. You sat at the edge of the bed, looking at him taking his clothes off and then he jumped back on you.

"Have you done this before?" he was placed in between your legs ,one of his hands placed on your thigh as the other was on the bed right next to you keeping him from not putting all his weight on you. You nodded your head slowly.

"But it's been a while so be gentle with me." animal in heat describes him the best. It looked like a big bad wolf was on top of its prey. If you still can walk tomorrow then that means he did a bad job. But your sweet words made him realize that's too soon. How can he get in your bed again if he scares you now?

"Alright." the hand he had on your thigh moved in between your legs. You were so wet after that little make out session you had on the couch. It should be a crime to leave you alone when you clearly need his help. He's only playing the bigger person so he won't fuck everything right now, so let him believe in his delusions.

Two of his fingers were inside you, moving them in and out of you for a few moments just to see how far he can go. And then he started to curl them, making you instantly squirm. Did the other guy you fucked not do a good job? Maybe that's why you had almost non existent experience in this. Maybe you were left disappointed. Well, aren't you lucky? He likes to hear only good reviews about himself. Oh, but he hopes you heard about his services. If you're so interested in what other people says then you should definitely listen to the people that ended in the same bed as him. "I know you like it, but stop moving so much." he stopped his hand movement for a moment to let you breathe. He's lying. He likes the way you're squirming and trembling at everything he does.

"You're so mean." you whined. If that was mean then he doesn't know how to call whatever he's usually doing. He likes it rough. He likes to see tears in the eyes of who ever he's fucking. He likes to relieve his stress in questionable ways.

"Am I?" he had this diabolical smirk on his face. Evil was too little to say. He looked like he let his demons out of leash. His face got closer to yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he started to move his hand again. He'd go as deep as he can, discovering all kind of places, touching you here and there just to see you melt. "Come on, look at me, don't close your eyes." he'll rub your clit for time to time, just to remind you about it. It was mostly to see your expressions, and to remind you how mean he can be. If you said he is then he is, no? This was him just being the fucker he is. Toying with you just to show you how he can make you feel. And to remind you that if he gives, then he also can take away all these new overwhelming feelings. Beg for him. That's what he wants to hear from you after all. Cries and begs.

And you were falling all for it. The way you would cry his name was like good news to his ears, a melody that's he's so happy to hear. His fingers are always making sure to touch all the good places. But at some point it was too much, you felt like you were going over the edge, your vision completely disappearing when you came all over his hand. And he still kept toying with you. "Please-" you gasped. "No more.." you were so dumb for him that he couldn't help but want to over stimulate you, play with you until you're begging for more.

"You can take it, can't you?" it was an obvious no from you. It was the first time you felt this overwhelming, you clearly needed a break to calm down.

"Kiss me." you wanted to feel more than just his evil scheme. A kiss would go so good after that torture. But he stopped the moment you said those words. He just wanted to show you whos in charge of this, because he clearly didn't liked how comfortable you got with him. You didn't seemed to look mad at him for not fulfill your request, no, in fact you only sighed relived. Finally you were free from his cursed hands. He pressed your legs together and put them on his shoulder. You weren't ready for the big thing. You bearly can take his thick fingers, just looking at his cock made you almost pass out. "I don't think I'm ready for that.." you gulped, you only hoped to hear something about how you could do it if you wanted to or any words of encouragement.

"I know you can't." he said as his hand traveled to your pussy, collecting some of your juices to rub it on his cock along with his precum. "The moment I'll get inside that pussy of yours I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for days." he said as he slips his cock in between your thighs. He expected to get more than this in return, because in his head he deserves more than he gives, at least in that situation. But he's not that horny yet to forget about his morals. So this is enough for the moment, because he knows that in the future you'll be able to give him so much more than now.

He hated those eyes of yours. The way you would look so innocent, curious. Ughh. It just made him want to ruin you. Just look at the way you look at him right now. Big eyes, just as curious as always, yet he can see it more playful. It made him think that you're not taking him seriously. "Does it feel good?" he kept moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock on your skin. It felt so soft and warm. Your whole body was warm no matter where he puts his hands on you. He couldn't give you an answer, not because he couldn't, it was more because he didn't want to. Why don't you figure it out yourself? All he can do was to grunt, hopping you'll get the message.

His grip on your thighs was so tight that it might leave a bruise. He felt like your going to run away the moment you get a chance to. So all he can do was to grab you as close as he can. Keeping your legs in place as he moves his hips.

What was first a slow pace now turned into fast and desperate thrusts. He couldn't keep his head straight, he couldn't think anymore the moment he felt like hes getting closer and closer to that sweet release he kept chasing after. He wanted to hear something from you, it was too quiet. Yet he can't ask for it, because his ego is just not letting him.

He'll eat you up. The moment he would get inside that pussy of yours he'll make sure the whole neighborhood would hear his name. "I'd fuck that mouth of yours right now if I could." he let his thoughts out. He couldn't think of a single peaceful or good word to say to you. And you didn't said anything about it and took whatever he had to say. You watched him the whole time. You can clearly see that something is wrong with him. His face, his actions are showing so. "Fuuuck." he was so so so close. He had so many things to say yet he didn't said shit because it just didn't felt like it was the right time. You weren't in the same situation as him, you weren't going through the same rollercoaster of emotions. He really wanted to flip you over, fuck you from behind as he'd just call you a slut, or any names to degradate you. You could take it, can't you? You could take this load right here right now and thanks him for it at the end, won't you? Lost in his thoughts, he finally came all over your belly. Still moving his hips just to get everything all out.

What a night, huh. He felt into the bed right next to you, tired, and just wanting to get some sleep. Wasn't it surprising tho? He fucked differently for once and now he feels like he ran a marathon. And you had the audacity to look at him with those big eyes again. Looking so sweetly and ready to take him for real this time. "You'll sleep here tonight?"

"Who knows." he would do like always, he knew the answer yet he couldn't say that he was ready to leave in this instance your room to go back to his. He waited for you to fall asleep before he finally retreated to his bedroom.

He could only imagine how you'll react tomorrow when you can't see him. He thought you'll stay in your room just like always. But no, the next day you were in that kitchen, sitting next to him so shyly. It was like you were back to the beginning. You didn't want anything more from him than just ask if everything is alright between you too. Just to make sure everything stays the way it was before. But you can't really say anything since your landlord is also there. And this makes you feel so guilty.

"Ehh. You really done it, didn't you." the white haired guy said something. That scared you, your heart almost left your body. Does he knows? Were you in trouble? "Don't worry, Y/N. Whatever happened he probably doesn't even remembers about it." the dark haired guy only smiled like he didn't know why you were acting like that. Since his friend was so clueless maybe he could tease you about it a little.

"Hmm? What have I done?" you could see your soul leaving your body. All you wanted to do is to make sure that you're relationship stays the same. But this was too much. You were on the verge of crying.

"L- let's talk about it later!" you ran from there like always. How long would it last until you'll say something? He won't say a word until you do the first step. Why? Because he liked to see you cry. He didn't thought that he would bully you, but you clearly deserve it for playing with his head.

Imagine his surprise to see you the next day in the kitchen again. If he would be the first to come out his room, now he would make sure to come as late as possible. You could go to his room and say whatever you had to say, yet you didn't. You would go in that damn kitchen all the time to interact with them. Was that small talk enough for you? Didn't you wanted more? Because if you would come to his room he promise to reward you for your courage and give you a little bit of himself. You could even choose what you wanted from him. He would be glad to hear what you had to say. That if you stop going into that kitchen and just be straight forward. In his eyes you were a coward. Yet he loved toying you the way he wants.

You sat next to him again. This time more determined than before. You took out your phone and typed a simple question in your notepad.

'Can I ask you something?' you showed him your phone screen.

He acted like he didn't see it.

'I really want to ask you something.'

Still he acted like he didn't see anything.

This was pure madness. This was getting on your nerves. You stepped on his foot to get his attention. He gasped as he looked in shock at you. The nerves. The audacity. You point to your phone again yet he keeps acting like he doesn't see anything. He even turned his face away.

"Just talk already." Gojo only rolled his eyes. "What happened anyway?"

Geto looked at you. He didn't planned on saying anything unless you said it. He just wanted to fuck with your head after all. Nothing more besides getting on your nevers. You wanted to say it so bad. The words wouldn't come out your mouth when so many eyes were on you. It didn't matter if it were only them. You can't say it. So you did the only thing you had left. Retreat. At least for the moment. You got out of there and stormed in your room. Next time it's either a win or nothing at all. You swear to get an end to this and then you can live peacefully and go on with your life.

The next day you waited in the hallway for that stubborn man to come out his room. It was a long wait, yet you stayed by his door until he finally came out. "Are we good. Yes or no?" you went straight to the point. All these days of playing around made you sick of this.

"Why don't you come in so we could talk about it?" he wanted you in his room, he will get you there.

"I just want to know that nothing changed."

"What do you mean by that?" this damn wolf.

"Like. We're the same as before, right? I just want to make sure nothing changed between us. " he had that dumb smile on his face and he kept acting like he doesn't know shit.

"Come in and lets talk." this was making you so mad. He didn't wanted to talk when you tried before but now hes willing to talk about it? He grabbed your hand and dragged you in his room, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. Hands in your shirt going up as his lips touched yours. Here was your reward for taking such a big step.

"You said talk." you gasped for air.

"This is also a form of talking." his cold hands made you squirm. The way he's moving his hands up and down against your skin. He wanted to go all the way up to your breasts until you heard a someone knocking on the door.

"It's me. Just wanted to make sure you two are alright." this was clearly a way to get out of there before this situation gets worse.

"Ah yes. We're fine." a hand grabbed your arm, stopping you from going further away. That damn fox just can't let you go yet.

"Can I know what happened?" you tried to not panic, but you just couldn't. Your mind was still on whatever happened earlier.

"We watched a movie and we argued about it." it was far from the truth. But you'll just go with what Geto said. You can't think of a better excuse.

"Huh?" your landlord raised and eyebrow.

"It was a good movie. Right, Y/N?" the way this man haves to drag you through mud and hell before you could have a break.

You gulped. "Indeed." you can't even find your words.

"So we can go like how it was before then." this evil man said it like you weren't the one that kept trying to make sure everything is alright.

"I should put a parental lock on that tv." your landlord only sighed and turned around going back to the kitchen. You ran from there in your room. Only wanting a break from this madness.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

ANON IM SORRRY I DID A DUMB BUT

THIS IS FOR THE ANON WHO WANTED PENGUIN N HARVEY DENT X VIRGIN READER

Also I'm sorry for being like, hella dead on here. Life's been life, to put it bluntly.

How about.. Arkham!Twoface and... Reeves!Oz

Warnings/tags: losing your virginity, soft sex, very gentle, Daddy Kink (Oz), slightly ooc Harv? Idk its my hc version so..

Reader: Gender Neutral, virgin

Arkhamverse! Harvey + Harv Dent

Good god are they soft.

They were scared that you'd yet to sleep together, but, when you finally came clean? Both were so relived they didn't even realize what you said at first.

The first one to fully react it Harv, he wasn't as worried about the 'no sex' thing as Harvey, surprisingly. So while he was relieved, it clicked almost immediately.

He chuckles and grins, taking control so he can yank you to their chest and tilt your head up with his hand, Harvery's resting on your waist, "Why didn't ya' just say so, Doll? Y'know we'll never judge ya'."

Oddly gentle for such a sleazy, rough man, but it's simply because he can understand it. He technically was a virgin too, even if Harvey wasn't. Yeah, he'd know what to do, Harvey had plenty of experience, but, he'd never actually had sex before.

The idea of you both being eachother's firsts made him giddy, already planning the perfect date night to end with you three in bed.

Harvey, on the other hand, when he comes too, is so completely awestruck. He really had expected someone else to sleep with you before him.

The fact no one had though... it's kinda hot to him. Unlike Harv, he's excited at the idea because this means he gets to mold you to be absolutely perfect for them

They both get very possessive at the idea, though. This means they'll be your only frame of reference, and if they do good enough? You'll only ever want them.

"Oh, darling..." Harvey mumbled against your skin, watching in awe as you whined and squirmed on the bed. They'd been unintentionally teasing you for what felt like hours, calloused fingers stretching you open while a rough hand rubbed and stroked your most sensitive parts. "You look amazing."

"Harrv.." You whined, hoping that maybe if the other took control, they'd finally fuck you like you'd been planning for them too.

"Yeah, dollface?" Harv muttered, moving up just a bit to kiss your chest. They didn't stop their assault, though, continuing to bring you to your third climax of the night. "What'dya need?"

"You two- please-" You almost sobbed out the words, moaning as they sped up their ministrations.

"Soon, sweetheart." Harvey promised, kissing your jaw.

"We'll fuck you real soon." Harv agreed, nipping your clammy flesh with a lovestruck grin.

Over all, extremely soft and sweet about it. When they fully take you, they're muttering praises against your skin. Harvey telling you how good you're doing, thanking you for letting him do this, while Harv is growling out how good you feel, how gorgeous you look splayed out like that

Aftercare is a must, of course. If you're exhausted, they'll carry you to the bath and help you scrub off all the sweat and cum, cooing softly as they do it. They're absolutely in love right now, literally over the moon that you'd trust them both enough to take your virginity.

The morning you have breakfast in bed and a nice planned day of relaxation and plenty of cuddles.

They secretly hope you'll want to do something else that day, something a bit more sensual, but they're happy to just have you in their arms.

Reevesverse!Oswald Cobblepot

Okay let me explain, my friend's version of Oswald literally made me simp SO hard that I went looking for an Oz that was similar. I read one fanfic of this guy and he won me over. Sorry anon I declined I was wrong this guy is such daddy material, i will gladly write for him now <3

"Hm? Oh, okay, sweet cheeks."

Yeah, that's his response. It takes him a moment to fully process it, honestly, but he doesn't tease or mock you, he never really does. Instead he urges you onto his lap, kisses you softly and goes "do ya' want daddy t' change that, sweet thing?"

Immediately after you agree though, he's giving you that smile he gets when he's made a good deal, kisses you again and softly tells you to wait here until one of the girls comes to get you.

Eventually, when one of the girls do come and grab you, you make it into your room and are pleasantly surprised to see how much Oz has set it up just for you.

He'd make it overly romantic, but, in a good way. Candle are lit, some soft music in the background (or the slightly muffled music from the club below), with nice silk sheets and champagne or wine (whatever's your preference) for when you finish.

He starts it off slow, letting you set the pace so he knows for sure how you want to handle it. Getting you to straddle his thighs, hands resting on your hips as you kiss and slowly grind down against him.

He's so unbelievably sweet, the exact opposite when he's in the club. The sleeze isn't gone, but the teasing is, giving you whatever you whine or ask for in moment. You want his mouth on your neck? He'll gladly oblige, licking, kissing, and biting every inch of skin he can reach.

Oswald has to prepare you, definitely, he may not be that long below the belt, but he's wide. He won't even humor the idea of fucking you properly until you can take at least two fingers, though, preferably three.

When you're finally nice and loose for him, though, he'll ask you softly if you're 100% sure you want this. When you agree, downright begging him to fuck you already, he gets a small, loving smile and shushes you gently.

"Go slow, sweetheart." Oswald groaned out, keeping careful hold on your thighs so you couldn't try and slam down like you wanted too. "I know ya're excited, but ya' gotta go slow so I don't hurt'cha."

"Ozzie please-" you moaned softly, trying to force him deeper inside you. "Ozzie-!"

"Shhh... C'mon baby, be patient." He urged softly, lowering you down just a bit, biting back a grunt as you clenched around him. "Daddy'll get there, he's just gotta make sure ya're not gonna hurt."

"Daddy..." You whined, being met with a kiss from your lover. He mumbled softly against your lips in Italian, letting you take more of him inside you. "Daddy please.."

"Paitent baby," Oswald smiled, kissing your lips once more, "be patient for daddy and he'll make it worth it. I promise."

Afterwards, he'll help you sip on some cool champagne, before pulling you to the bathroom for a nice shower before bed. He's way more cuddly than usual, too, large arms keeping you to his belly and chest all night long.

In the morning, he'll call you both up some breakfast, and ask if you'd let him give you oral before it gets there.

"Just a snack before breakfast, sweetheart, where's the harm in that?"

An insatiable, depraved, incredibly soft and sweet man indeed.

[3416]

man, is beefing about Max really the vibe, here? i respect your opinion on him, but idk pal. its fine if you don’t understand how toronto might feel about Domi, the Domi name. and its totally fine if you hate him for some shit he did on twitter a billion years ago but idk if the energy expended here is worth it.

fwiw i know he’s a really nice guy, maybe his opinions have changed, who knows. either way, i am here to just say i like him as a player - i was fucking stoked when he got traded to us. i’ve been keeping tabs on him since he got drafted up. i think the team likes his vibe, and i know keefe seems to, because he’s been steadily moving up the lines.

anyway, my two cents. 🫡 have a night!

am i the one making it my vibe? or are people starting one sided beef with me about something i very rarely comment on because they got offended? it's not like i'm filling up his tag with my dislike for him. i think i'm allowed my reasons for disliking him and i really don't talk about him or anyone i don't care about that much on this blog (ppl trying to beef with me BECAUSE i don't talk about him, lol). as far as sports shit talking goes, i definitely think i'm on the less aggressive side. it's abundantly clear what i'm stanning the leafs for and what my blog's about 99% of the time.

like... this is my blog. you all have blogs. you're allowed to like him, hate him, post about him, not post about him, whatever. i literally follow people who both like and dislike him... i just do not bother making or interacting with content about him, nor am i suddenly gonna start. i cannot control people getting upset about me poking fun at his lack of defense and dumb quotes from the media once in blue moon during a game on my own blog. truly, i don't know what you want from me or this whole situation. we all have felt our one sided beef on the internet before, but sending insulting anons and trying to stir shit instead of just being the bigger person you insinuate you are and muting or blocking is.... not my doing tonight!

[catboy-dummy]

Intro Post: ✨

Hello! I wish to not use a name on here. But some things i like to be called are good boy, puppy, dummy, and prince (will update if I find a liking to other ones too!). I also use it/its when im getting dumb (NOT in a misgendering way, don’t touch me with that)

Im 21 and my pronouns are he/him, I’m a bisexual trans man, lovingly taken <3.

A lot of what I post and rb is fantasy

Backup is @dummy-catboy-moved

DNI:

Minors, this blog is 18+

No age in bio

Detrans and misgendering, don’t want to shame it’s really just not my thing

Ageplay, sissification, r4pe kink (this one is a weird field because cnc tags keep overlapping with it so idk, I have mixed feelings), feeder, incest, and trauma blogs

Usual DNI stuff

I will update this if/as I need to. Please also note I will also just block whenever I feel like my boundaries are invalidated or I just feel uncomfortable

My Kinks:

Hypno

Brainwashing

Resistance play

Dumbification

Corruption

Edging

Denial

Breeding (not the birth part)

Hucow (maybe just a little bit)

Milking

Cnc (huge emphasis on consensual)

Drugging/Aphrodisiacs (also consensually)

Intox (fills in with drugging but adding anyway)

Free use

Teasing

Overstimulation

Objectification

Degradation

Praise

Royalty (as a treat)

Limits:

-please don’t talk about me interacting with your genitals unless we’ve had a prior conversation/consent about it. It’s a huge overstep

-this also goes for involving other ppl that I interact with in ur ask without any real prior conversation or consent on it. Again it kinda puts me in a weird uncomfortable position with the other person that I’m interacting with :(

-unless initiated, please don’t tell me what you would do to me either. Unless it’s initiated it brings me out of the mood immediately

-don’t ask for pics/ audio anything of the sort. Also don’t ask invasive questions or ones that are too personal

-if you send me any pics I’m blowing you up

-if you ever try to overstep my relationship I’m also blowing you up

- if an ask or a dm makes me uncomfortable I will not answer/ reply to it (or I might but it won’t be in a positive way). I might also block out of sheer initial discomfort. (I do understand miscommunications can happen, but unless communicated I will probably just assume the worst out of safety/personal reasons)

-just because I post or reblog something it doesn’t make in an invitation to be creepy. Don’t do that. (Unless specifically mentioning it, but even then don’t be creepy)

Asks / Dms:

Asks are open! Just please don’t be an asshole. Maybe even encourage me to rub and cum my brains out (or make me edge my mind away) so I can become a good, empty, cockdumb boy. I always love pretty spirals or words filling up my inbox

Spiral maker if y’all wanna make a spiral for me to stare at

Go ahead and also just ramble and talk in there, as horny as I am I love normal interaction too :3

If you anon a lot feel free to claim an emoji or name so I can tag u and recognize you more :3

Dms are open to mutuals! Feel free to message and just talk about anything or do hypno related things. Might open them up to everyone someday if I feel comfy doing so. :3

Additional: I’m pretty sure I’m on the spectrum (I’ve been looking into it for years now. So if I’m a little ehhh sometimes I’m probably overwhelmed or overthinking stuff or just unsure of something and I’m getting uncomfortable. Tone indicators really help sometimes because I’m awful at reading tones of stuff.

Anon tag claims: 💜, 📀, 🕸, 🐾, 🐐,🎩,💙,💛

Extras:

I’m new to all of this so I’m sorry if I sound nervous or awkward at times.

Whenever I write “sweet boy” or I’m thinking about my bf, but I also write these in a way so anyone can interpret the scenario as they wish! But I also just wanted to clarify :3

[aeroplaneblues]

Alright! its time for top anime of 2022 list🎉

This year I didn't watched that many however I did found some good ones! 2 of those are recurring shows which I try to avoid, as this might be used as a rec list, but I like them that much!

the tldr; is on twitter

10- Vampire in the garden: this one was on netflix which I guess is why it didn't get that much attention, i like the concept and visuals were very nice its a bittersweet end but I quite enjoyed. 09- Raven of the inner palace: the story is interesting, its starts very monster of the week style with ghosts then moves to a main villain, the relationships between the MC and the rest of the cast is honestly the highlight. My only complain is pronunciation of the names are jp localized so I hope this gets a chinese dub. 08- Gundam: the witch of mercury: the last gundam i watched was wing and do not remember anything but i know its reputation, I gave this one a chance because the designs are really fun and I also went in with the idea that it was yuri bait. TURNS OUT this might not be what I was expecting, there is one more ep of this + the rest of the cour so I'm hoping it improves from here. The characters carry this for me even the background ones, they all feel like characters not props! Plus ZERO GRAVITY HUGS!! 07- Mob psycho 100 III: I know this list is numbered but I love all of these equally ! However, this in comparison with s1 and s2 is one of the weakest, maybe bc it had to close loose ends? idk but its still a good one, the moment I cry was with ekubo more than reigen i know i know but reigen had his moment in s2 and I think that hit harder. Time to read the manga! 06- My dress-up darling: this is ecchi, im saying this first bc if people barely tolerate bnha fanservice this is not for you. I usually avoid this but I was dumb and didn't saw the tag😂 and I got attached to the main characters and the story, I read the manga and the ecchi is very far and far between as the story progresses. I think it has a lot of heart and its quite fun love story, plus you learn so much about cosplaying! 05- Sasaki and miyano: cutest bl I've ever watched/read, sasaki reminds me of childe which I find it so funny I can't unsee it. Miyano isn't your uwu protagonist and their relationship is build sloooowly on a lot of love and respect. Its nice to see this type of bl without its usual uh nonsense. 04- The case study of vanitas II: the thing about this second season is that i didn't know if bones was going to adapt everything, the manga updates at shoujo pace and has had rough months of absence HOWEVER it was all adapted, like a month after the last ch came out we saw that ep which is the wildest thing for me tbh. Anyway that last ep is why this is here, it was the BEST fight scene ending like [SPOILERS] watch it, it was amazing. 03- Chainsaw man: yeah i know ofc this is here, this is one of the best adaptations I've ever watched, it is beyond perfect. Several episodes I felt like I was watching a movie, can't rec it enough it even has its own mads mikkelsen inspired character voiced by the same va of the other mads mikkelsen inspired character from my other fave show. Also love the detail how mappa draws shoes as fujimoto draws them. 02- Spy x family: this is another good adaptation, I started reading this manga in 2019?? And I kept thinking how GOOD of a story it was and it was a shame so little attention it got, but now with the anime its got the much deserved attention. I adore it immensely, here is hoping for a continuous success.

01- Bocchi the rock: THIS is at the top bc of how relatable it is for me and what a nice surprise to know its actually a good anime. I was expecting it to be another "cute girls do cute things" like "do it yourself" from this year and I wasn't wrong its just that it has a little more depth than that. All the girls have good and bad traits, goals and obstacles to overcome so the story focuses on that with their collective goal of playing music. As someone with social anxiety that lean on rock/playing guitar to make friends and not succeeding on that front I want to see bocchi accomplish her goals, its cathartic like that. Also the animator are truly having fun with the different styles of animating the jokes which is always a treat to watch.

If you got it to this part, thank you so much for reading! If you give any of this a chance and like them let me know! I love talking about anime as you can see haha. I hope next year the season isn't as dry mid way so I get to watch more!

Happy New Year!!🎉

[baladric]

i was just randomly scrolling through the tdt tag and i saw your post about the horrible treatment by supposed fans towards stiefvater and trc/tdt and i couldn’t agree more. things were always tricky and it was a sad sad day when she closed her tumblr and i remember a lot of it had to do with the treatment of kavinsky’s character. i’m not saying there weren’t problematic elements to her writing but she more often than not got criticised for all sorts of dumb shit but i truly hoped that the fandom had matured in the years following the release of the raven king but i suppose it was not to be. i remember when she did a reddit ama and got accused of being homophobic because declan and jordan got engaged but not ronan and adam. like ?!?!? did this person even pay attention to the story and their character arcs?? it would make very little sense for pynch to get engaged, not least because they are barely in the same place for most of tdt. anyway sorry for the rant but i just truly feel bad for maggie, for all the work and love she put into these characters and doing it all through a scary illness that nearly stopped her from writing and by all accounts would have killed her. i definitely think she wasn’t prepared for the level of fandom and attention she was going to receive for trc and it sucks that she’s had to reduce her presence from social media since. i can’t wait for her next books though especially because they seem to be more for adults. i think she has truly mastered young adult fiction so i’m curious to see what she does next, and it’s bound to be good if tdt is any indication

oh word, friend! honestly the vitriolic outlash re: kavinsky was sort of my personal first red flag about the rising of purity culture in fandom spaces (though there were, and are, valid criticisms of k obviously, like yikes re: the "face of a refugee" shit)—and now all this stuff about pynch in tdt is like... idk, people have lost touch with the concepts of nuance and also unhomogenized relationship arcs.

(THIS GOT SO LONG SORRY, I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS)

idk how understood this is, but as a chronically ill person, i think about it a lot—ronan's entire arc in tdt, especially in cdth, is about chronic illness and the arduous, painful process of acceptance of one's disability and consequent limitations. like you said, stiefvater came into tdt after a terrifying illness during which she literally lost the ability to string sentences together, and very much had no idea if it was a skill she would ever regain. and she's still dealing with issues, i'm sure, because any serious illness leaves its marks.

being a dreamer has always had aspects of chronic illness, though one could argue that its original plot inclusions in trc aligned more with experiences of addiction and mental illness (with a soupçon of internalized homophobia, for Flavor™). but the way tdt starts off with ronan being very directly forced into conflict with his physical capabilities in regards to doing the things he needs to do for his own essential happiness (read: moving to be closer to adam, and his following inability to actually do that, as it took him too far off the ley line to be safe for him,or anyone around him) is a classic chronic illness narrative. and considering what stiefvater was coming out of, experientially, it's very clear that this is deliberate.

(i think she's actually talked about this somewhere, maybe in that reddit ama, but idr where! if anyone wants to follow-up with that, it would be lovely)

the thing is!!! navigating one's own disability is a grieving process—and grief is multifaceted, and comes paired with a lot of anger and railing at god/nature/reality/whatever. which, of course, can absolutely ruin relationships and push loved ones away. and even if it doesn't firebomb those relationships, it still complicates them intrinsically. a person can't help someone that's not helping themself, and it's hard to have space for helping yourself when all of your resources are going towards survival. and ronan is very much surviving. he is not helping himself—and he hasn't been for a long time at the start of tdt. we see that in the daily/weekly schedule declan had to force him to write so he wouldn't just waste away, and it continues apace into, you know. violent ecofascism. (which is a lot more destructive than your average joe can manage with their disability crisis, but you know, each to their own!)

meanwhile, adam's on his own self-worth/self-concept journey, spreading his wings at college and doing the very classic job of swinging oneself so far in the opposite direction of their old behaviors or the person they used to be, that it ends up being its own brand of personal disservice. he has put the adam parrish of henrietta in a box and shoved it to the back of his mind, and donned this very literal disguise (my boy! in a tweed fuckin vest and slacks! love that for him) of ivy league therapist friend!adam, and though we obvs lack adam pov to take the actual temperature of this, it's really clear that this shift isn't sustainable. you can't run from trauma, and you can't run from your past self, and he's making a valiant effort at doing both. it's gonna back up on him, if it's not already.

so ronan going off the rails? not something adam has the capacity to manage gracefully, even if ronan was letting him in—which he isn't, because he's grieving the simple fact of an inherent freedom he'll never be allowed. all of his friends have scattered on the wind like so many traumatized dandelion seeds, and he's stuck in the same place, unable to put the ghosts of their collective past behind him, because they live in his house. this is the driveway where he found his father, dead; this is the barn where he spent countless fruitless hours trying to dream a sweetmetal for his mother, only to have her die horribly before he could; this is the car in which he raced a dead boy, and these are the streets he drove with his best friend on long, sleepless nights when all they could do was try to keep each other from falling through the holes in their heads. the school he failed, the church in which he dreamed a crime worse than anything he'd dreamed before or since, the hummocks of disturbed earth, grown over with tall grass, in which he buried the things that wanted to kill him and who knows how many other corpses of his own physical self.

and he can't leave. he can never leave, so he's clutching at straws and alienating everyone who loves him and just McFreakin Losing It! which is fine, because he's nineteen and stranded and feels more alone than he ever has, in this void of anything like guidance, in the void of parental figures, in the void of any kind of traditional life path, and he has to work all of that out for himself.

so of course he and adam aren't getting fucking engaged. of course it's not a happily ever after—and it would be disinenguous for maggie goddamn stiefvater to give us that! because when has she ever been anything but a writer of complex, messy and wretchedly gorgeous characters? isn't that what drew us all to her in the first place? because fuck, y'all, the draw sure isn't her plots or her worldbuilding! (i love her worldbuilding, to be clear, it's just... aside from the dreaming, it's not super consistent)

stiefvater's appeal as an author is the very unique and complex way she understands her characters' minds, and refuses to ever play them as archetypes. gansey isn't just a nerd, or just a rich boy, or just a lonely person—he is all of them at once. he's a king of men, he's miserable, he's giddy with the thrill of being alive, he wants to get pizza with his friends and drive too fast and be allowed to go fuckin bonkers now and again and kiss the girl he loves.

gansey is a fucking problem. blue is a problem, henry is a problem—adam parrish and ronan lynch are PROBLEMS, and god fuckin bless stiefvater for not only allowing this in her characters, but for leaning into it. she lets them be messy, lets them be awful and fight and do the wrong thing, and—most importantly—she lets them find ways to come back together afterwards!

all this to say, it blows my fucking mind that people are surprised that this trilogy is doing anything other than absolutely wrecking shop. stiefvater wouldn't have written these books if there weren't things in her characters that needed to break in order to be patched back up, stronger than before. the entire raven cycle universe is built on the shifting nature of individual identity, and the ways we all have to create our own fulfillment, because the goals we set for ourselves are very rarely the point of existence that we want them to be. and if the first quartet was about gansey and adam, at their core, then this trilogy is about ronan and declan, building their fulfillment. finding their footing in the world as adults (which, you know, quick point, tdt is not young adult fiction, it's regular old speculative fiction, so uhhh yeah of course the material is gonna be even less fluffy homogenized shit than the first series) and that's fucking HARD and MESSY and just. jeez, y'all, have faith in stiefvater that it'll all come out the better, and find some peace that things are messy right now. (it's not HOMOPHOBIC for a queer person to struggle in fiction, and if you're thinking that, you need to sit down and examine that thought very deeply. i could say a lot about how declan falling in love and getting engaged is extremely meaningful for his personal development, where the same thing wouldn't be for adam and ronan, but uhhh idk)

we make a lot of jokes that stiefvater likes to hurt us, but does she? really? like, yes, her writing hurts, but as a person who was dragged kicking and screaming through his mid-20s by the nape of his neck and the slim hope of the brighter future shown in the raven cycle, i can say that her stories are actually, at their core, about healing and the awful paths we have to walk to reach it. and, with the advent of tdt, they're now also about the fact that healing is cyclical, not linear! there's no end point to growth. there's no happy ending—because there's no ending, short of death. life has ups and downs, and with every layer of ourselves we heal, another, deeper layer pulls back, demanding that same care and attention, those same tears and clawing for the light. it's hard. it sucks. but at the end of the day, we can get gelato with our friends. we can look at art. we can find our sweetmetals to carry us through our days, whether those be assistive devices, or people, or a favorite book.

;laskfjw idk TL;DR, these books would not only not be maggie stiefvater books if adam and ronan just... got engaged and were having a happy, fluffy time of it (and fwiw, declan and jordan are distinctly NOT having a happy fluffy time??)—they would also fucking suck. they would not be entries into this world. they would be doing these characters a fucking disservice. so just. everyone needs to calm down and realize they can just not read something if it makes them mad. what's that meme with the skeleton? you can just LEAVE!!! you can put the book down instead of harassing the fucking author, who is doing nothing but staying true to herself and her motivations in storytelling.

clearly i have a lot of feelings about this. if you read this far, blessings be on your funky little soul, you absolute legend.

[chornayadrakoshig]

saw this fic writter tag on @oh-hush-its-perfect page and decided to join too :) I'm not tagging anyone directly but feel free to participate!

My Ao3 if anyone is interested: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ChornayaDrakoshig

1. How many fics do you have published on Ao3? 

70 currently posted; I'm moving to Ao3 from another website and there is one collection of oneshot translations that I haven't reposted yet + a few essays/character analysis works that are kinda in question, as well as some old things and original works (I'm still not 100% if I want to repost them or not, maybe I'll do some editing first)

2. What's your total word count on Ao3?

235,711 at the time of posting (9 feb 2024) - not a total word count ever published, but the other website I've used doesn't have stats like that (it's in pages and this stat is disabled since I've hidden everything into drafts there)

3. For which fandoms do you write?

mostly Code Lyoko; second largest is Harry Potter, but I doubt I'll write any more HP after finishing the current WIP crossover. I'm not going to say "never" but well...

besides that, I have a few one shots written for Miraculous Ladybug, Humans, Parked, Testament of Youth (yes, I was hardcore Colin Morgan fan okay? I watched most of the films/shows with him pre 2016 and even one theatre play recording)

and I have a lot of fandoms on my "want to write" list including one large fic activelly in planning/plotting stage 👀

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

tbh I barelly have any kudos on my Ao3 account because I'm reposting my works under original publication date so they are deep, deep in the tags. Also at the moment I'm writting/translating in russian only, and Ao3 isn't even in top 3 of popular fanfic websites for this language. But I picked it for reasons

so, originally posted top 5 were (unsurprisingly all HP):

Сломанный маховик (time-travel fix-it, marauders era, Sirius/OC - and that's the largest multichapter I've ever did)

Шесть шагов (Jily one shot)

Чем пахнет свобода? (Sirius-related one shot, OC mentioned but unspecified, related to 1st fic but can be read separately)

Крёстная (7ish years post main canon [not epilogue], Teddy Lupin and his OC godmother - again related to 1st fic but can be read separately)

Осеннее обострение (Jily oneshot)

and on Ao3 currently:

Сломанный маховик (yep again)

Снежный Ангел (Code Lyoko, that's a translation actually! William/Aelita)

Остаточное погружение (Miraculous Ladybug, one shot, darker take on the results of akumatization, focuses on Alya)

Маршмеллоу и овсяное печенье (Miraculous Ladybug, one shot, fluff, Alya/Nino)

Lyokober (Code Lyoko, one shot collection made for challenge, each fic is a different pairing - has both popular ships and rarepairs)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to everyone (especially now when I don't get a lot of them on the new platform)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ooooh I love angsty open endings :) I think one of my favourite is "Ритуал" (Code Lyoko, aftermath of main character(s) death, kinda apocalyptic AU)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

that's the hardest question so far xD As I mentioned I like to breathe in the angst, so, eh, I think "Сломанный маховик"as it was time-travel fix-it?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? I got a few "this is a dumb idea" type of comments, but it was few and far between idk if it counts as hate comments.

But I got banned from one discord server and part of the reason was mentioning one ship I've written for. So...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not my thing really - tbh I rarelly read smut too (maybe like, 25% or less of things I read?). If we don't include translations, I have one original work that's kinda Prelude/PWP without Porn thing. And one one shot with rape/non-con. Most of the time, if the fic even touches that, I'm more "fading into darkness, no detailed description of body parts of poses, feelings-focused, T rating at most" type of smut writer.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I love crossovers but I've ever written (or, rather, I'm currently writting) only one. It's Code Lyoko & Harry Potter, where Harry's world is a virtual reality that Lyoko Warriors explore.

However, I like to go into inspired-by-fandom AUs that aren't really full crossovers, as they don't include characters or detailed worldbuilding from another fandom, but they are heavily inspired - I think I have multiple fics like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I had one fic stolen (I think one of my HP ones? honestly I don't remember at this point). Also had a few shorter original works reposted with minor edits and no links/credit on social media.

And, unrelated to writting - there was an art of my fan character (not made by me, I think I got it as art trade or gift?) that was recolored & reposted on instagram once.

12. Have you ever had a work translated?

No, but I translate a lot myself - currently out of 70 posted works 16 are translations! I mostly translate from english but there are 2 french-russian translations too.

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

Nope, but I helped to beta-read/edit a handfull of works before. Also worked on ideas/worldbuilding for original work together but I haven't wrote for it. Also co-translated a fic once!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Odd/Aelita (Code Lyoko)

Sirius/Hermione (Harry Potter, a specific subset of time-travel fix-it fanfic but I occasionally read other stuff)

Raine/Eda (The owl house)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Eddie/Chrissy (Stranger Things)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably never will? 

I had one WIP (not reposted currently and probably never will) that is canon retelling in format of poetry, kinda witty and satirical. I'm bad at poetry. And at satire. The original show is over 100 episodes long. I wrote 3 poems on this wave of inspiration and abandoned it. But I still think the idea is funny and it would be cool to finish it but I have all those other WIPs I'm a) more interested in now b) more likelly to finish

16. What are your writing strengths?

God I like descriptions. Maybe even too much. Also with book-based fandoms, I've often got comments that my writting gives the same vibe as the book writting, so I guess I tend to imitate the tone & writting style relativelly well?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so bad in plotting long-form content it's not even funny. I tend to get one-liner ideas, about a setting, AU type, or a scene, but I struggle to come up with conflict, character development, events. I literally completed only 2 multichapter fics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in a fic in another language?

I'm not a big fan of including whole dialogs in one language into a fic written in another. My go-to is 3 or less phrases per chapter, with translation in the notes. If I need to include larger dialogue, and the scene include character(s) that don't know the language, I write it in translation, maybe highlight it in italic or bold font, and sprinkle in mentions of what language are they speaking and that other character(s) don't understand what's going on.

Maybe I'm traumatised by reading "War and Peace" back in school but 1st tome has pages after pages that are almost all in french. The footnotes with translation take half of the page. It's not fun to read when you don't know the other language!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Merlin (this fic is an abandoned wip and currently isn't on my Ao3 but I plan to repost it for sentimantal reasons :) - written in 2011)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I can't pick one they all are my babies 😭 but some of the favourites:

Гордое фарфоровое божество (Humans, poem, Astrid/Niska)

Вырви мне сердце (Parked, poem - and it has stunning podfic that makes me emotional every time I listen to it)

Крёстная (HP, Teddy Lupin and his OC godmother)

Снаружи (current WIP! Code Lyoko & Harry Potter crossover)

[mindrole]

this is a weird post to make as i like to stay in my own little corner and usually don't mind but sometimes i wonder if i should tag more artwork in the main tag, but to be honest i've had some bad run-in with the community before, it was my fault 100% and things were more or less resolved (maybe not amicably but i feel bad seriously) but i feel scared to now post in the tag for the most part... (no, it was seriously a bad move from me. im not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble or enjoys such a thing)

besides, i think i mostly post fan work based on stuff that is untranslated... since i already had a good almost 2 yrs to stew on c0e) idk how much interest there is in it..?

and when it comes to meta posts, and whether to tag THOSE, a lot of it is based on my own understanding so i fear i might be making mistakes based on something i misunderstood/misread (both literally misreading and language comprehension wise). i don't really engage with fans (not out of malice im just neurotic over things so i prefer to keep a distance), and i don't have twitter anymore because i quit that website over a year ago (i have a blank twitter to maintain a twitter bot in one of my discord server, so sometimes i might look at fanart absentmindedly) so idk what theories people have anymore!! i might be saying dumb stuff that people already figured out is wrong, or is generally not agreed with.

its just a little conflicting! idk if anyone wants to see my stuff is what i think. maybe when the com demo drops i will tag stuff but... right now i see no reason... (most of the stuff i wouldn't tag anyway, i don't wanna flood people's tags with junk doodles)

i think its just hormones 100%, but suddenly i'm getting one of those weird moody moods about this blog. it's not "i want to delete it" this time at least but more like "is anybody there!!!!"

its not really a "please engage" sort of post, don't think of it like that or feel bad, just airing out my feelings amidst my natural cycle... i will feel better after i post this and possibly if i feel hysterical later, i might delete it (it happens in this pattern often).

"discouraged" is the wrong word because i don't care and its not really stopping me and i still love making stuff (0 issues there), but i wish it was a little more stimulating, i like my brain being scratched in a good way... its nice when strangers see it and i know someone is seeing it even by chance. you know? im not entitled to that, but i can't deny it makes me smile. i can't help but feel like im just acting entitled here...

how do i convey this feeling... im just a sopping wet cat in a cardboard box? but im also a grown ass adult. you know? i don't like to be vunerable.

[pillatedcompills]

I WANT TO DIE

CW MPREG... + SH MENTION /NEG..

so silly me is just scrolling down my tumblr feed, having a fun time looking at tsp pikmin fnaf and good omens art and all of a sudden i get hit by fucking good omens mpreg art.. So Im just like huh what, so i start making sad crying noises cuz im a dramatic baby. And mind you I HATE MPREG, and the post was serious too.. and i was about to start sobbing cuz my dumbass haven't even watched good omens yet.. Now im trying to scroll past it after looking at it and feeling sick, and my mouse accidently scrolls over the account and its a NSFW ACCOUNT. I at first thought maybe this was just a silly innocent post, kinda suggestive whatever and that it wasn't intended for nsfw purposes. THE ACCOUNT SAID NSFW BLAH BLAH BLAH MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED BELLY / PREGNACY STUFF. AND I JUST WENT WHAT... I KEEP FORGETTING THERES PEOPLE WHO ARE INTO MPREG, I ONLY EVER SEE IT DRAWN AS A JOKE. and the most fucking dumb part is this stupid fucking idiot used the MAIN good omens tags, MEANING IT CAN SHOW UP ON MINORS FEED. BRO I DID NOT WANT TO SEE GOOD OMENS MPREG FETISH ART. I DID NOT AND NOW I HAVE TO CUT MYSELF 10X DEEPER CUZ ITS ART I DO NOT LIKE. THE RULE APPLYS FOR ANYONE AND ANYTHING. BUT HOW DUMB CAN THESE FUCKING ADULTS BE... YOU DON'T FUCKING POST FETISH CONTENT USING MAIN TAGS ON FUCKING TUMBLR YOU DAMN IDIOT. TUMBLR BANNED PORN FOR A REASON?!?!? WHY DO YOU HAVE A NSFW TUMBLR ACCOUNT YOU DAMN MONKEY JUST USE FUCKING TWITTER.. AND MAYBE IDK DONT USE THE MAIN TAGS, AND IDK ALSO MAYBE PUT A CW WARNING OR SPOILER THE DAMN IMAGES YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!?!? IVE ALREADY LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD TODAY AND MY HEAD HURTS LIKE A BITCH AND I CAN BARELY FUNCTION. NOW I HAVE TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN BECAUSE I CANT SIMPLY JUST MOVE ON WITH MY DAMN DAY. FUCK YOU STUPID ARTISTS. I WANNA DIEEEE

[cutemeat]

I'm glad they're apparently going for a more natural tone for Dennis' hair this season but I justified the Superman hair to myself last season by headcanoning that Mac was the one dyeing Dennis' hair, so Mac used the same tone he uses to dye his own hair. The Gang's all in their mid-40s there's no way they aren't all going gray

o yeah me too i do like the thing about mac dyeing dennis’ hair mentioned in Texts…. nice little nod to intimacy there. but also. natural hair dilf dennis…. my wishlist always at odds with each other what else is new. but also not that conflicting really cuz dennis is the one who wants his hair dyed, i dont think mac cares much either way lol. again think mac is very familiar w who dennis is at this point and still wants that

see i got scared a little today tho cuz the caption on rob’s tiktok from yesterday was “Day 1” and so i am now like oh… oh the superman hair could still come back if they didn’t actually start filming until yesterday .. 💔 tho it seems like they were filming on kaitlins bday cuz her makeup n stuff changed thru the insta stories. and also i am so bad w keeping track of dates so i take my fears w a grain of salt

but really like. again if dennis kept up w the trends he’d know letting ur grey show is all the rage these days. the kids go white/grey on purpose so like!!!!! let it grow ❤️

[coolspacequips]

*begins to feel the ominous pull of yet another au idea....*