#normies are so fucking aweful.

[autism-corner]

goddamn

[windupaidoneus]

i dont go out into the world especially not in ffxiv going "man i wonder if there will ever be a point in media where i will be made to feel the way i felt upon arriving in the first" but i sure do sit in lakeland listening to the source sometimes & go "i dont think ill ever experience something like that again"

[mariande-drakaina]

X Reader meme (A hating meme)

When I look at a simple character, finding some art using the hastags: OOO, THIS PERSON IS AWESOME! I LOVE THEM Moments later, finding "X reader" fics that involve a lot of Smut, especially when it's mostly being a minor/kid: One post. Can there be ONE FUCKING POST. WHERE THE CHARACTER ISN'T SEXUALIZED? I CAN'T HANDLE THIS SHIT ANYMORE. Porn is just corrupting everyone's disgusting, FILTHY, inhumane minds. (The last bit made me sound like a villain in my head, smfh)

[v4porwaveee]

Got rly into CoD over the course of *checks watch* 6 DAYS and now I have 3 OCs with one in the works, over 900 edits saved to a folder, and am doodling in Ibis paint while I relearn how to draw on paper because my brain isn't braining rn.

Anyways, don't send in asks (or do!) about it cause I WILL ramble. I'm working on memorizing the MW2 lore, and then I'll do Ghosts since those two impacted me the most, especially Ghosts growing up. I MIGHT start the black ops 3 campaign when I get to Mom's since we have that disc, but I haven't started it yet. (I also had Ghosts growing up, but I can't find it. RIP. anywaysss)

[solarmorrigan]

“Hey.”

Eddie looks up from the inventory sheet he’s bent over (the new shipment of records isn’t going to record itself – Christ, that was awful, Henderson is contagious) to see his coworker Kyle poking his head into the back room.

“Someone left something for you at the counter.”

“Who?” Eddie asks, brows furrowed.

Most everyone in town seems to have let the murder accusations drop (embarrassed enough by their own fanatical reactions that they’d much rather forget the whole thing), but a few people still treat him like a felon walking free; it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.

“Uh, real normie-looking guy. Gives you a ride sometimes.”

Eddie blinks. “Steve?”

“Yeah, sure.” Kyle shrugs. “Says you left it in his car.”

Whatever Eddie is expecting to see when he follows Kyle back out to the front counter of the music shop, a brown bag lunch isn’t it. He most certainly hadn’t left that in Steve’s car this morning.

Steve hadn’t even given him a ride that morning.

But it’s got his name on it, sure enough, in Steve’s weirdly neat handwriting. The asshole even drew a little heart next to it.

Eddie can already feel a smile pulling across his face as he snatches up the bag. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten his lunch in Steve’s car, but he certainly hadn’t brought one in with him. He’d been planning to hit up the McDonald’s down the street if he got desperate, but whatever Steve’s brought him is bound to be better.

“Your girlfriend pack that for you?” Kyle asks.

Eddie lets out a little huff of a laugh, for a minute not quite sure how to answer.

Gender assumptions aside, Eddie doesn’t know what to call this thing with Steve – this thing where they’d started screwing and then they’d started falling asleep together without screwing and then they’d started spending all their free time together and now Steve does things like pack Eddie lunch and bring it to him at work.

“Sorta,” he finally settles on.

“Dude, if she’s making you lunch and writing little hearts next to your name, she’s more than ‘sorta’ your girlfriend,” Kyle says.

“Yeah… Maybe,” Eddie allows, because – well, because maybe.

“Pretty nice of your friend to drive it over, though,” Kyle says. “Pretty sure at least half of my friends would’ve just eaten it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says again, warm and a little smug, “Steve’s a good dude.”

He digs into the lunch sack and finds an apple sitting on top (of course), a baggie of Keebler fudge cookies (score), and a Tupperware container filled with–

“Oh, fuck yes!” Eddie hugs the precious little tub full of macaroni and cheese to his chest like he’s doing his best Gollum impression. There is nothing in the world better than Steve’s mac and cheese.

It’s still warm.

“I’m taking my break!” Eddie declares, skittering off to the back room before Kyle can argue.

He sits himself down in the employee break area (a crappy folding table, two mismatched chairs, and a microwave so old he’s probably getting radiation poisoning just by sitting next to it) and digs in to the cheesy goodness that is Steve’s cooking.

He’ll eat the apple after, he reasons.

(No he won’t.)

As he eats, his eyes drift back to the crumpled brown bag, to the little heart drawn in bleeding black sharpie, and he thinks.

-

Steve’s house smells like chicken and herbs when Eddie lets himself in early in the evening, and oh, Steve must be in a good mood today.

Eddie feels spoiled.

He finds Steve in the kitchen, wrist-deep in sudsy water as he sways back and forth absently to the tune of the rock station coming from the radio on the windowsill. The room is warm, and something delicious-smelling in a covered pan is simmering on the stove, and the space behind Steve is invitingly empty, just waiting for Eddie to sidle up into it.

Eddie feels so, so spoiled.

Steve doesn’t startle when Eddie slides in behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, but Eddie isn’t really surprised anymore; it seems like Steve can always tell when someone is there.

He does glance over his shoulder, though, just long enough for Eddie to see the smile on his face before he turns back to the dishes. “Hi.”

Eddie’s pretty sure the smile on his own face is softer and infinitely more besotted. “Hi.”

“Good day at work?” Steve asks.

Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s shoulder. “You brought me lunch.”

“I’m glad Kyle actually gave it to you,” Steve says. “Wasn’t sure someone else wouldn’t eat it.”

“I got it,” Eddie says, as if there was any doubt with the way he’s still smiling in between trailing little kisses up Steve’s neck.

Steve shuts the water off and dries his hands on the towel hanging off the cupboard door before turning in Eddie’s arms to give him a proper kiss. “It was good?”

Eddie hums again. “You brought me lunch.”

“We’ve established that, yeah,” Steve laughs, allowing Eddie another kiss as he grins.

“You made me lunch,” Eddie says, pecking another kiss to Steve’s lips, still smiling like an idiot. “And you drove it up to the store for me.”

Steve shrugs, a little coy. “It’s my day off. I had time to kill.”

“Kyle says that makes you more than sorta my girlfriend,” Eddie replies, as if that will make any sense at all to Steve.

Whether it makes sense or not, it does make him laugh, and Eddie peppers kisses all over his face while he does.

“So it was good?” Steve asks again, when he’s caught his breath.

“You made me lunch and then you drove it over to me,” Eddie stresses. “It could’ve tasted like ass, and it still would’ve been the best thing ever.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but is more than obliging to the deep kiss Eddie pulls him into after that.

“But just so we’re clear,” Steve says when they break apart, “it didn’t taste like ass, right?”

“Oh my god, no,” Eddie finally relents. “It was literally the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I’m going to marry you so you can make that mac and cheese for me every day.”

“Every day, huh?” There’s a funny little smile climbing back over Steve’s face. “You sure you won’t get sick of it?”

“Nah,” Eddie replies confidently. “Never.”

They’re both smiling a little too much now to really kiss, but they make a good go of it anyway.

[Prompt: Smiling between kisses]

[baphmochii]

Inmate Sal x f!reader ~ PenPal (HC's)

18+/CW: SFW with a dash of NSFW. PenPal turned Romantic. Reader is female and of age (adult).

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This is something I thought of and I'm hoping it doesn't turn out awful. I know that no one's perfect when it comes to writing anything but.. *exhale* here we go.

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✯ (How it Started): You're close friend had told you about inmate penpal's, they would read you their letters of what their penpal would write and it sparked an interest if you wanting to have a penpal.

✯ After getting set up and registering for a penpal, to your luck you manage to get Sal. It started off as (surprisingly) friendly back and forth conversation. It felt as if you were talking with an old friend you haven't seen in years, you would write Sal about your day, what you plans you had, college and other normie things. Sal would write to you about his day and what goes on in prison. (ex: riots, stabbings, etc.) The usual of what happens in a prison.

✯ You would eventually send Sal a photo of yourself after some time of talking and getting to know each other via letters, you slipped your photo in with the most recent letter you sent off to him. Once he got that letter and opened it, seeing your gorgeous face.. something changed in him.

✯ Sal was infatuated with you. Truth behold.. Sal was starting to gain feelings for you, strong romantic and sexual feelings. To admit, there were a few times Sal beat his cock silly to the photo of you, he felt shame afterwards, perverted too. He would imagine that it was you on your hands and knees, sucking his thick cock, taking it as deep as it would go down your tiny throat. The things he wanted to do to you... and you didn't even know it. Yet.

✯ Sal would manage to send a photo of himself to you (making a trade with another inmate), he would also slip his photo into his recent letter he sent off to you. Once you got it, you got to see him. Yes, you've seen mugshots of him before but that was along time ago and this was recent. He was.. handsome, he looked quite mysterious. His prosthetic made you feel.. tingly. You wanted to see more of him, especially his face. That would be asking for too much.

✯ The both you would still have conversations but there would also be.. "interesting" conversation. You would engage first with the explicit talk: "I have to be honest Sal.. I played with myself to your photo. I really want you inside of me, I really.. just want you to break me til' I'm unable to walk or form a sentence." You wrote in one letter. In return, Sal would praise you, call you his "good girl", his. Only his.

. . "You make me go feral inside of my cell. You're all I can think about, day and night, princess. I really want to feel your skin, you look so soft." . .

. . "In the showers when I'm alone. All I can think about is wanting to shower with you, our bare skin pressed together as we get each other clean." . .

. . "How are you doing today, princess? Did you remember to eat today? How were your finals today, too? I hope you did your best on it, you're my smart girl." . .

✯ I forgot to mention: Aside from the usual conversation and sexual talk/teasing of each other. Sal would regularly make sure you were eating, making your bed, brushing your teeth, just overall genuinely caring about you. Sal doesn't see you as his "little fuck toy" he sees you as his princess. His precious girl to care for you, he desperately wishes he wasn't behind bars so he can be with you. Sal has never felt this way in a long time with anyone, he's been through so much. Sal is quite surprised you feel the same way towards him.

✯ Being in love with an inmate and yes, a murderer despite him not having a choice. You loved the man, you shared personal things with him, shared many things with him actually. If only there was a way to get him out, to get him his freedom he deserved so badly.

✯ In your recent letters, you and Sal scheduled a meetup at Nockfell Prison. You two would finally see each other face-to-face for the first time. It made the both your hearts beat and flutter like there was no tomorrow, he had so much to tell you and you, the same. You'd finally be able to see his beautiful face (even if it's his prosthetic). It was a face you'd grow to love.

... Bonus!!🎉 (18+) 🥵

✯ Remember how you and Sal would send each other photos yourselves? Well, yes, the both of you would send naughty pictures to each other too.

✯ Sal loved when you would send photos of your naked body. He yearned to touch your curves, feel your breasts and squeeze them in his large hands. He wanted to feel every inch of you.

✯ I do think at one point Sal had manage to photograph his cock (a dick pic lol) and when you saw the image - THIS MAN IS HUNG. You always wondered how big or what it looked like but, the guy is big (8inches).

✯ Ah sending each other naughty pics was what got both of you through your days. Sal made a private folder (somehow) of all the naked/lewd pics of you, his girl. His little shrine~

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Phew! I hope I did good at writing this, this was all off the top of my head but I really wanted to write a penpal turned romantic type of thing, I guess? If you all want more or wanna ask questions (it can be SFW/NSFW questions)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Inbox is Open - 24/7 - SFW/NSFW Asks/Questions are Allowed ❤️

- Aki✯

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I just know wade would be asking u to grind ur teeth down on it...i just know it....

hi anon ur so right wade actually has you do insane shit to him dick biting is just the BEGINNING‼️😮‍💨 and the first time he suggests it you’re mortified 😭 you’re giving him that gawk gawk 3000 typhoon top but he’s still kinda soft 😰 you’re lowkey worried feeling self-conscious about your head game until he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek

“can i ask you a weird question?”

when you’re having sex with wade wilson, this could lead to literally anything. “does this bump on my nutsack look different than usual?”, “what’s your stance on the death penalty?”, “did i ever tell you about that time i got my dick stuck in the toaster?” you brace yourself for whatever batshit insanity is about to slide out of his mouth.

“yeah, go for it.”

“can you use your teeth on it? just, like… keep doing what you’re doing, please, it’s fucking amazing. i just want a little more texture.”

huh?! is he for real?! but you’ve worked so hard to NOT do that! years of toiling in the dick-sucking mines has trained that right out of you, and he wants you to throw all that away? why?! “uh… are you sure?”

he just laughs in response

“aw, you’re so cute! so sweet, worrying about me like that! think about it. why would i ask for this if i didn’t want you to do it, stupid boy?”

…y’know what? fair enough. you close your teeth around his shaft and cheese grater up and down the length of his throbbing, bumpy cock.

“OH~! fuck, just like THAT, baby, YES~! mmm… fu-u-ck, that’s perfect… like… like you’re trying to bite the batter off a corndog, baby, there you go…”

and when i say it gets worse from there i mean it gets WORSE!!!! like he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking dinner.

“hey, slutter-butter, you got a minute?”

“uh… yeah, actually!” you put down the knife you were about to use to chop an onion, and spin around to face him. “haven’t really started yet, what’s—“

he’s holding a strap-on.

“yes, hi, this is wade wilson, i’ve got an appointment for a prostate exam at 4PM?”

you smirk and saunter towards him, eager to play along with this spontaneous bit, “hmm… i’m not seeing you on our records, mr. wilson. are you sure it was scheduled for today?”

“i’m not sure, actually. i’ve made that mistake before. but this clinic takes walk-ins, right?”

“yes we do, sir, but today’s been pretty busy.” you wrap your fingers around his on the silicone shaft and pull him into you. “but i’ll see if i can squeeze in you.”

wade bounces and squees with joy and hands you the strap. you don’t even get it all the way on your hips before he’s bending over. onto the stove. where you were preheating a cast-iron skillet.

“oh, shit, WADE—!”

“what?” he stares at you blankly, holding the hot pan you were about to use. he’s silent for a moment, then two, and then it clicks. “oh!” he sets the pan down in the sink, claps his hands together, then points at you. “forgot you’re a normie! logan fucks me over the stove all the time. doesn’t really matter for us, since we’re freaks of nature and third degree burns just tickle us psychosexually, but, uh… would you… wanna try it? do a little flambé action? roasted wade wilson breasts? i promise, it’s fun. it makes me moan like a coked-up whore late on rent.”

you snort at his stupid comparison, and it actually puts your mind at ease a bit. it doesn’t surprise you that him and logan get up to this kinda thing when you’re not around. in fact, you’re actually flattered to be allowed to take part in it. to take advantage of him like this.

“fuck it. bend over, you fucking weirdo masochist.”

“yippee! yay! thank you, daddy!!!”

wade eagerly yanks his shorts down, widens his stance, and slams his bare chest onto the glowing red burner. his leathery skin sizzles with the smell of cooked human flesh.

“ooooh, that feels so fucking good on my right nipple… lemme roll a little, get the other side, ah~! oh-h-h, it hurts so fucking good!!!”

you get into position behind him, but he holds his hand out backwards to halt you.

“wait! one more thing!”

he reaches over and grabs the gigantic chef’s knife, freshly sharpened and pristine, that you had lying on the cutting board next to a soon-to-be mutilated onion, and offers it to you.

“jam this through my palm when i say i’m getting close. that’s the finishing move. have me spraying a whole little league team out my dick.”

[miraclemaya]

it's really strange to me that like, okay so egg jokes people are up in arms in them but every once in a while i will see a trans girl and no hate to them but the kind that are very normie as it were talk about like, oh my friends get people warning them about me forcefemming them so please stop making egg jokes, which is awful yes, but like. you have to realize that this is because social contagion is an idea that is like spread on fucking news channels. no joke a tranny makes it gonna majorly effect how people view us in any way that isnt superseded by the endless culture war bullshit. literally you are also falling for that same bullshit come on...

[starlightshadowsworld]

I feel like every monster high "be yourself at Monster High, we accept everyone" needs to come with a "unless your Jackson, cos fuck that guy."

Clawdeen: And these are the classrooms.

Jennifire: This place is magnifique, but so different to what we're used too.

Skellita: Are you sure it'll be alright for us here?

Clawdeen: Trust me ghouls, anyone and everyone are accepted at Monster High.

Jackson: Let go of me Manny!

Manny: Aw what's the matter, Normie afraid of the dark?

Jackson: No the dark is great, cos than I don't have to see your ugly mug!

Jennifire: Is he alright?

Clawdeen: Oh that? You get used to it.

Skellita: What's going on over there? Should we intervene, call a teacher?

Clawdeen: Nah, Manny just picks on Jackson because he's a Normie and different to everyone else. Anyway, let's go to the Creepetria I'm starving.

[emperorundying]

TLT Dashboard Simulator- Pt 5

💀 drearybruh Follow

10,000 y/o lyctor gf who exclusively calls me 'lovey': Ugh they're still debating the ethics of using cavaliers as a resource to suck dry, I can't deal with this empire today.

me [heard 'suck dry cavaliers' and got so hard i got nauseous]: I think I hauve devils in me

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🫁 soulosexualll

omg guys im so sorry ive been MIA!!! the alexandrite id been talking about won custody over our baby so i had a bit of a crisis about my future on the fifth house alone and loved only by the spirits. and then of course i visit the third over vacation and get roped into a multi-week bender [have u ever snorted dried marrow? life changing] and then i was lost on the third for likeeeee four days and had to find my way back through hitchhiking and bartering with my own blood.

but i promise ill update my Joy/Patience/Duty threesome fic soon :333

#rpf #munposting #EEEEEEE GET EXCITED GUYS #joy strap time? joy strap time.... #i see ur messages in the askbox and i super appreciate them btw but i cant justify answering all of them #BUT I SEE U AND I LOVE U <33

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🦴 skeletal-system-bracket

SKELETAL SYSTEM BRACKET ROUND 3 GROUP A

We had two ties last round [within a margin of error of .1%!!] , so we decided it would make the most sense to make this a four-way poll. Propaganda:

Occipital Bone: do you want an unprotected cerebellum??? the infernal surface is groovy af, and all the nuchal lines are actually goated. are u seriously going to look me in the eyes and tell me the three-part bone of all time [father son and holy spirit, anyone?] can even be stepped to by some normie basic bone shit???????? cmon..... [via. @skullfuckbonegod]

Fibula: VOTE FIBULA!!!! bone with a best friend <3 Tibia already got out round 1 so its ur legal duty to stand up for its legbestie... also my hounds r named Fibula and Tibia and theyre adorbsies [via. @sodiumradiation]

Thoracic Vertibrae: twelve bones. twelve bones, one combined goal: fuck shit up, take names, keep that back backing. least commonly injured part of the spine for a reason. its built different. this shit protects ur spinal cord, provides attachments to your ribs, supports your chest and abdomen, and literally lets yr body move. objective best bones. [via. @ithinkthereforisam]

Scalpula: Scapula sweep!! Those are your angel wings. Watching your Cavs shoulder blades move under their skin while they carry a big sword is the best part of being a necro. They're also just such a good plane of bone they're perfect for breaking up into little pieces for bone adepts to store in their pockets. Also the attachment point for a bunch of muscles!!and the yummy little joint cavity… [via. @kavkisser]

#polls #tumblr polls #skeletal system #tibia #fibula #vertebrae #scalpula

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📷 devoutofmymind Follow

ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EMPEROR HASN'T COMMENTED ON HIS FIRST AND SECOND'S SAINTS DISAPPEARANCES

📷 devoutofmymind Follow

For my Edenite followers this is like if gun disappeared

#ARE THEY DEAD??? #Bro r we upping the fascism factor #STAFF THAT TAG IS A JOKE. I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF INSURGENCY

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🫀 gorewanker Follow

I swear they're like the septum piercing havers of cavaliering 😭😭😭

🦀 xx-0ct0g0ne-xx Follow

Ah. So you're unable to handle the pressures which are expected of the average Eighth House devotee, and as such, fall back upon insecure insults. Get a life + Praying for you + L.

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👤 boobmonger-deactivated-2917220

holy shit tower prince announcement this is crazy. liveblog time

👤 boobmonger-deactivated-2917220

TRANSMASC AWE??????????

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🦷 bitingyoubitingyoubitingyoubitingyoux3 Follow

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☠️ is-the-emperor-undying-d34d-yet Follow

NOT YET BUT WE ALWAYS COME BACK

[eclecticqueennerd]

Soldier Boy as a Girl Dad

Ben was elated when he learned he was going to be a dad. He saw it as a chance to have something he never got when he was a kid. He was disappointed to learn that you were having a girl, but once you gave birth man oh man did his worldview change drastically.

Ben’s view was the woman to stays in the home and pumps out babies while the man goes to work and brings home the bacon. Ben was always a misogynistic ass, less so with you, but now he was just an ass. He did not want his daughter to grow up in a world where she was only treated as a Broodmare. No, he wanted her to rule the world.

Early on he taught his daughter how to fight and protect herself from bullies, which would occur due to her dad being a supe. You’d often tell Ben to stop, “Ben, we have to talk to the teachers and let them handle it.” “Oh, come on y/n, you know how they handle bullying there. No daughter of mine is going to be a damsel in distress.” It wasn’t until you got a call from the elementary school principal saying that your 6-year-old daughter punched her bully at school. You went to get your daughter from the principals’ office and as you left with your daughter and Ben in tow, you heard him say, “Show me where you punched him.” Out of the corner of your eye you’d see your daughter make a fist and place it on Ben’s chin. Ben let out a loud chuckle, “Atta girl.”

Pre-Teen years were awful. Your daughter became less of a daddy’s girl and more of a bratty teenager. Whenever Ben would try to connect with her, he was always met with attitude, eye rolls with constant saying of ‘that’s so lame’. You’d back Ben up by telling your daughter to snap out of it, but was met with hostility, “What are you going to do about it mom? You’re just a normie.” By this time her powers were developing, and strength was one of the first skills. It wasn’t until Ben had to save her from a supe terrorist, who fucked with the wrong dad, that her attitude towards the two of you changed.

Teen years your daughter became more mellow and hung out with the two of you more. Ben even taught her how to spar and use her powers appropriately. He’d teach her how to drive and how to do her math homework. “What do you mean they want you to do it that way, my way is easier.” “It’s called Common Core math dad. Everyone has to learn it.” Every time Ben helped her with math, he’d become frustrated and soft glowing would emit from his chest. You quickly found a tutor for your daughter, as we don’t need another explosion like Moscow happening again.

When it came to your daughter’s first date, Ben almost blew a gasket. “We should talk to her about safe sex.” “SAFE SEX?!” “Yes Ben. Teenagers have sex and we need to prepare her and make sure she understands that protection is important.” Suffice to say you handled that conversation. When the boy came over to pick your daughter up, he made the poor mistake of cracking a joke, “We’ll sir I’m surprised you’re not sitting there cleaning a gun with how your daughter talks about you.” “Son, I don’t need a gun to kill you.” Ben scared that poor boy off after the first date.

When your daughter left for college, Ben was trying his best to keep his shit together. Watching her car drive down the road you ask, “Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” Ben chuckles, pulls you close, and wipes a tear trailing down his cheek. He said, “Better than what I could have hoped for.”

[bougiebutchbitch]

okay okay more hughtrain crumbs!!! for you, my sweet nonnie

I imagine this is before they got together, but when Reggie joined The Boys a la in my fic and he and Hughie are sloooowly starting to appreciate each other more

hughie gets sick and reggie's like 'lmao. lol even. you normies are so frail. aw is lil guy all sneezy? oh my god you're covered in snot that's sooooo gross you're so gross ahahaha'

and hughie is kinda annoyed at him, because he's being such a pain

until he realises that Reggie is like. constantly hanging around him and teasing him a lot but also just. ALWAYS HOVERING. always checking on him. always touching his forehead to see how hot he is (and then complaining of course that Hughie is all sweaty)

there's a neverending supply of tissues nearby no matter how fast hughie sneezes and snots his way through them. he never sees them replenish but since SOMEONE can move SUPER FAST that isn't that surprising. one day he wakes up and Reggie's offloading like a ridiculous amount of thermoses full of chicken soup and lemon honey tea next to his bed and he's like 'what the fuck' and Reggie freezes like a deer in the headlights and then just. vanishes. full Peter Parker panicking and throwing his bag out the window because Spider Instincts moment.

Hughie looks down at the spilled soup on his bed and sighs.

Basically he's aggressively bullied for a week but also cared for~ He gets better and everything's fine!

THEN REGGIE GETS SICK BECAUSE HE'S ON IMMUNOSUPPRESSANTS

and he's never been sick before because he's a supe so he's Panicked and thinks he's dying and he's being OH so dramatic

and Hughie finds him freaking out all bundled up in blankets with a fever, because he tried to super-speed to the bathroom but fell over his own feet and face-planted and now he thinks he's losing his powers again because his brain's way too hot and he can't think straight and he may or may not be ugly-crying a little bit and asking Hughie if he'll still love him if he can't run because what is he without his supe skills??? he's just a guy and kinda a shitty one at that???? Who would love that????

Cue Hughie feeling like he's in a very surreal dream as he gently helps his shaky, sweaty, snivelling Worst Enemy Ever to the bathroom and then back to bed, and assures him that everything's gonna be okay

...Then he probably goes outside and has a bit of a giggly breakdown because. What the FUCK, A-Train

[hollow-lime-green]

the t/b discourse is so dumb. is it not embarrassing for people to get genuinely heated over which fictional man they think takes it in the ass ? this is supposed to be For Fun, isn't it ?? idk, i like to have fun !!

fandom discourse in general reminds me of what it was like working with young children. certain kids would always get into arguments over nothing and we can try to fix it but at some point it's like... you guys don't Have to talk to each other......

people in fandom spaces need to learn this lesson. preferences are preferences, not laws, and it's 100% your responsibility to cultivate your experience around those preferences. no one else's. filtering, blocking, SCROLLING, are all features of tumblr and ao3 for a reason

but this would be asking fandom members to be Rational,, and ive long since given up hope in that respect

it is gigadumb. but, for what it's worth, i think it's actually worse than that.

i care about dick in ass; I love writing dick in ass; there's so much you can do with dick in ass. as a dick in ass expert, i would bet these people don't really care about dick in ass. what I think they do care about is fandom wank. fandom can turn fine wine into lead water with a proficiency even jesus christ would be awed by.

more under the cut, but the short version:

it's more emotional than logical. if you tried to explain to a normie why so many people ostensibly care about mlm dick in ass, they would either send you to a sanitorium or put you on the shortlist for translators needed when the aliens invade

yeah, these people are children (many such cases). and to be honest, i think this is fairly age appropriate behavior. not good, not real appropriate, but expected. teens are fucking assholes.

you are extremely right about curation, anon. fujos have fought and died (maybe) for curation features like tags/filtering, blocking, and yaoi titty mousepads. use them, folks.

so, discourse meta thoughts (wow this got longer than I meant it to) -

it is a time-honored fandom tradition to create heated, vitriolic discourse out of… fucking nothing, really. you might not go in having a stance on t/b dynamics (and a thousand other things in other fandoms - aroace hcs, race hcs, neurodivergence hcs spring to mind but there are many). but if you then get a stance fed to you, and then that stance is portrayed as correct, either analytically (characterization, textual support) or morally (rabbit hole I won't go down today), then you may get emotionally attached to that stance. and you may also get emotionally attached to arguing about it.

this is one of those things where the social activism brainrot of social media (particularly twitter/tumblr) really drives things. and I'm not saying this isn't the space for that. it is. even though it can be extremely toxic, I think there is still some long-term benefit to having a space where people spew nuclear grade radioactive bullshit takes, that eventually, when looked at from a bird's eye view, can add some context to larger discussions of social issues, how people feel and how their personal context affects that. one example i would give for that is fandom puritanism in general. it's wacky and absolutely regressive, but it's interesting to see and note the shift, and to think about why that is happening to late genz/gen alpha, what societal factors have promoted the backswing, etc. (again, I am just extremely Interested in Trends)

but tumblr/fandom is not just a forum. as a social media site/social community, you can actually grade the politics and wanks with numbers and clout, and there is an incentive to Say the Right Thing to get your little tamagotchi numbers reward. the act of Saying the Right Thing (which actually presents as being a self-righteous asshole online) then carries its own little serotonin boost. wank can be extremely addictive, and with fandom wank in general, we like to conflate what should be non-issue content preferences (like t/b) to our identities and politics. and that's not shocking. fandom is a queer space therefore it is also a political space (not because lgbtq+ identities should be political, obviously, but because a lot of conservative assholes are forcing it to be)

anyway, you can see where all of the heat comes from. this is an opinion, but it is a pretty well-informed one. because you will never not catch me with a strangeaeons/contrapoints/sarah zed deep dive video essay into fandom wank in the background. i find these phenomena extremely interesting. fandom drama is my dentist office fish tank.

when i was in high school, i was an extremely militant atheist, online and offline. i am a stem girlie (and i have issues), so to me, it was important that i was Right and everyone knew i was Right. i was also in the south, gay marriage was not yet legal, and the westboro baptist church was in the news all of the time. so freedom of/from religion was a pretty salient topic, but I was still a dick about it. and i did it because the debates and the memes and the Being Right of it all really recharged me in a way that was very toxic when you look at it objectively. i was transmuting negative emotions into positive feedback, but hurting others and working myself up in the process.

the reason i fell out of it was not that i magically started listening to religious people, someone changed my mind with a good argument, and gained a new respect for them. it was because i got bored. i had gone through the people in my real life that I could have the debate with, and the internet memes started getting repetitive. i was weaned off of my serotonin boost (also gay marriage was legalized and the vibes of the time were getting better, so i could put down my sword).

my point with this is that if you actually want to end this discourse, you have to stop feeding the beast.

curation is key. if you curate your feed, like I have probably done unintentionally, then you can largely step away from this bullshit. and when you do get the bullshit, the best thing to do is not engage and move on, because you will deny the rage machine its essential fuel - interaction. but walking away is extremely difficult to do, because the thing is - that little serotonin boost and righteousness - it goes both ways.

i'm not going to blame people for biting back when they get cyberbullied. it's natural and human and it is good for the community to stand together and fight back against vitriol. and it is also unfair to tone check those responses, especially when they are direct responses to direct emotional attacks. but i will point out that it's probably not the most effective way to end the discourse, if that is your goal.

because ultimately, they're not going to feel chagrined when you call out an anon post, they're going to feel a bump from the attention. they're not going to be impacted by a victim statement or some show of the harm they are causing; because they feel in a way that it is healing them. people aren't sending hate because they want to deeply, critically engage in a debate and their minds could be swayed by the right words; they're doing it because they're having fun.

[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon, I sent you an ask ages ago which you were kind enough to acknowledge about how I was raised in a child sex ring and had formed really loving and healing relationships with men thanks to my dad and brothers.

I just wanted to say I loved your Substack piece. That first bit from the anon talking about feeling like vanilla sex is referred to as “less than” really got to me also as obviously a survivor of pretty horrific and extended sexual assault. I have always felt great shame around wanting sex at all, but when I do I guess it could be labeled as vanilla but pretty revolutionary feeling for me since it was programmed into me to be such as awful thing.

I also exist in a kink friendly circle of people and sharing experiences with them sometimes makes me feel dull. I appreciated your take on it, and also the response from my kinky friends.

I think there’s often a hesitation to talk about those things at the “top of the staircase” in front of me. Which is considerate of them. But also feeling and being sexually liberated means all of us being open, kind and respectful of each other.

I don’t think I’ll ever take many steps up that staircase. I’m often not even on it. But that’s ok. It was super empowering and awesome just to read people’s takes on it all and how people are finding ways to empower themselves even if it’s all different.

Thanks for the article :)

Awww thank you so much for being here. Fuck the staircase. The whole point is to do what actually feels good to you, whatever that is. It doesn't make you dull or normie, and I bet that plenty of your friends find hearing your sex stories hot as fuck and are so so happy for you besides.

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

My danganronpa v3 chapter 6 running commentary:

"MY NAME IS MAKOTO??????"

excuse me you black-haired bitch you're not makoto naegi

bro what the HELL was going on in that cutscene i'm so confused

"if my actions result in your deaths so be it" nah there's something wrong here, that doesn't sound like that keebo i know

keebo's protecting us he's stalling keebo i love you i love you so much

guys i gotta level up my FRIENDSHIP POINTS to move ROCKS

ah shit fam we finally found kokichi's lab. it looks like a door from fallout in a literal tunnel underground lol

kokichi wants to be a batman villain so bad

is kokichi actually the ultimate improv comedian or something what is this

what is the "inconsistency" in the hope's peak academy book that shuichi pointed out but won't tell me? come on now don't leave me hanging. is it that makoto established the academy for normies actually? or is it something to do with the secret DR2 killing game?

i'm not wrong about either of those facts, am i? am i misremembering? didn't makoto say in i think the anime that he wanted to establish the new hope's peak for everyone and not just ultimates? and weren't the events of jabberwock island kept a secret from the general public? the fact that he was trying to rehab the remnants of despair in the neo world program was supposed to be a secret, right? to protect them?? am i wrong about that??

that flashback light only had me more confused

woah you can go outside and watch an action sequence of keebo fighting an exisal that's fucking sick

kokichi has the wax figure of rantaro?? just strung up by his bed?? what the????

oh THAT'S where the caged child document went!

so he really WAS the leader of the ultimate improv comedy group

i bet they do flash mobs

i think a more accurate title for him would be "ultimate little shit"

obsessed with the whiteboard in his room with all our pictures on it. he wrote who murdered whom, then wrote "suspicious" by maki, "weird" by keebo, "trustworthy?" by me, and "annoying" by the monokubs lol

REAL makoto naegi??? in the flashback flesh???

hell yeah we're FINALLY going to rantaro's lab!

...now that i'm in here i instantly regret it i don't like it in here

how did kokichi know about the vaults in rantaro's lab early enough to leave those notes? did HE even leave those notes? and WHY do the vaults have a monokuma USB in them?

is it gonna have that message from rantaro that we saw in a cutscene earlier?

ha i knew it

ultimate survivor? maybe himiko wasn't joking when she said maybe he went on a bunch of game shows lol. get this man to CBS

"i never imagined rantaro the first victim would come up again like this" i mean, *i* could! at least i was hoping. there were way too many unanswered questions about him

the voice of one of these unnamed classmates in this flashback sounds SUSPICIOUSLY like bryce papenbrook. i've learned never to take his presence lightly in these games

cold sleep room?!

aw hey the whole gang back together in the flashback! man it's been awhile since i've seen some of these people

i'm sorry, kaede has a TWIN??????

bro this game actually game overed me because i spent too much time clicking on people to talk to. I WAS TRYING TO BE THOROUGH IN MY INVESTIGATION!!!!!!! i didn't think it would do that to me, i just thought the time limit would be done once i'd completed everything. ffs

...motherkuma?

oh the mastermind just be making flashback lights to include whatever memories they choose? so yeah they all have to be COMPLETE crap

if himiko suddenly reappeared and is once again being super unhelpful about how she escaped the sealed hidden room, i'm guessing that means there's another door to that room

oh shit fam a hidden passage in the girl's bathroom? hm

hey they repaired keebo's ahoge! which was the key to his inner voice clearly

ha i knew those "small bugs" were actually cameras of a sort

"i'll hit them with my 'all your relationships will end up being love triangles' curse!" damn himiko that's cold. i feel like a remnant of despair would enjoy that tho

you know, if you'd asked me to predict who my final group would be, i NEVER would have guessed himiko and tsumugi. maki absolutely, keebo maybe, but never those two. this is such an odd grouping to be the final one

wait how the fuck do you know about jabberwock island, shuichi? or was that less secret than i thought?

i need to know more about this "previous game" rantaro survived

god how i fucking WISH rantaro was the ultimate game show host that would be so funny

your honor my girlfriend kaede was innocent!!!!!!!

are you telling me that the throwaway joke the game grumps made about the shot put ball landing right next to rantaro and not actually hitting him is what ACTUALLY happened???

i knew everyone kind of brushing off that tsumugi went to the bathroom back in chapter 1 was odd

we're doing a closing argument now? we haven't even hit intermission. i assume part 2 of this trial is just gonna be off the rails then

they're literally all begging tsumugi to tell them she's not the mastermind but she can't do it

dude if kokichi were here he would be tearing her apart verbally

junko the 53rd?! new ultimate despair?

is tsumugi just doing a REALLY effective cosplay rn?

they all keep trying to tell me that kokichi was a remnant of despair but i don't believe he was

don't tell me that makoto went back on his promise to have hope's peak be for normies

i like to believe that toko wrote this book

yeah i knew all those memories were fake as shit. we're in like a hunger games arena i'm calling it now

lol they weren't even hope's peak students? i'm willing to be they're not even ultimates at all, and not a single one of their backstories is real

i like to imagine everyone who's died so far is watching this from another room like everyone eliminated from a season of the bachelor or survivor watching the finale episode

the ONLY piece of evidence leading me to believe anything told to us might've been even remotely real is kaito's strange illness. other than that, i'm fairly certain every single thing told to us about the backstory and the outside world is fake. i bet there is no gofer project, there were no meteorites, there is no disease

what the- HAJIME?????

mahiru? okay this is starting to get a little batshit. felt some whiplash when she turned into hiro and then soda

hey don't you DARE turn into makoto naegi that feels disrespectful

bro does this take place in a different universe from the other two games???

this is getting way too meta

i have no idea where this goes from here if this isn't in the same universe as the other games

wait are we actually in a time loop of sorts, like i'd predicted awhile back?

oh dude i just noticed there are little "V"s and "3"s in the eyes when tsumugi is cosplaying

is this girl really blaming her actions on ~society~?

bro this is getting WAY too meta. like, past the point of being fun

shuichi just shouting at them to shut up is my mood rn

is this a roundabout way of saying they're all quote-unquote actors?

damn even that illness was fake huh

bro not her actually becoming soda to make the tenko comparison 😂

guys i'm not really sure what to make of this. idk where to go from here

like i genuinely feel like a bucket of cold water was just poured on me. like. what the fuck is this

guys i'm gonna be real: this fucking sucks. i've never been a fan of "it was a dream this whole time and none of it mattered or was real" storylines. it's lazy writing. and i really feel it here

bro i got the BAD END??

...or maybe not?

oh my god is keebo gonna be my actual savior??

i knew keebo was the only bitch around here i could trust

hang on am i playing as keebo now?? it's my dream. he had an ahoge for a reason! the TRUE true protagonist! this game is starting to redeem itself

lol of course that was an antenna. and he was basically the first person camera for the audience? interesting

you know this means in the final chapter the audience wasn't watching the rest of us running around finding clues for the situation, they were watching keebo fight exisals lol

ULTIMATE HOPE ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there's always an ultimate hope at the end of these. and it's very interesting that unlike the other games, they didn't have it be the character i was controlling for a majority of the game. and tbh i think that was the correct choice. shuichi you're great and your heart's in the right place but you're not the ultimate hope lol

oh this is now a battle to save keebo's life???????? oh i am putting my ALL into this

the fuck kind of rules are these? even if we win we gotta sacrifice two of us? huh?

speaking of, what happened to the 11 other people in this game? are they actually dead? or not? that feels very unclear now

i gotta fight shuichi in verbal sword battle? i gotta fight essentially myself?

i was never good at the sword minigames i could never figure out the best way to control it

oh man that poor boy is just so clinically depressed

and the fact that we had that sword fight to clair de lune...oh man

shuichi i am unsure about this logic of yours

oh am i shuichi again now?

yes shuichi we stan a weak king

tsumugi don't you dare talk as makoto you're making a mockery of everything he stood for

wait now i get to be himiko too? i better get a turn as maki by the end of this

oh thank god i do

thank goodness i didn't enable the "more time" skill

did they fry keebo?????????? unforgiveable unforgiveable UNFORGIVEABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god they took him over i hate this. let me go back to playing as keebo again

THEY ERASED HIS PERSONALITY??????? i'm never forgiving this game. this last chapter is like the finale of how i met your mother

at least he came back to say goodbye 😭

I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT THIS FAR AND THEY FUCKING TOOK KEEBO FROM ME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

can't believe i had to fight keebo and not tsumugi in the final battle

"we're friends, aren't we?" oh shut the fuck UP, tsumugi

no votes? thanks keebs

keebo fucking razing the place to the ground and executing everyone else in the process was NOT how i expected this game to end

oh shit they pulled a fast one on me with this epilogue - shuichi and maki and himiko lived?!? damn

they've made it unclear whether or not this is ACTUALLY in the same world as makoto and friends ughhh

i hate that they ripped keebo from me at the last second. they erased his personality and made him self-destruct. he was the hero but at what cost. this is a personal betrayal

could they rebuild him? maybe? all i want is a reunion with keebo and the survivors (VERY small survivor pool this time btw)

i'm going to be thinking about keebo nonstop for days fyi

guys, i gotta be real with you. this was the most unsatisfying horseshit. it felt like nothing mattered, and honestly it felt like they were making a mockery of us for enjoying the previous games and content. i didn't like it. and honestly it felt...lazy? like i had been speculating so much about how this would connect with the rest of the danganronpa plot and how this would build upon the already established story and characters. like you should've seen the theories i had in my head (one of my best ones: tsumugi was a rogue hope's peak student who idolized junko and wanted to do a killing game in her honor. keebo was a plant from makoto and the future foundation/academy to guide the others and eventually help lead to their rescue - that would've been a great plotline tbh). but no, none of that happened, it didn't build on the story, it didn't add to it, it wasn't part of the same story. it was just............nothing. it didn't lead anywhere, it didn't build up to anything. it just went nowhere and did nothing, it wasn't connected. it felt like all the investigating i did to find out the truth was a waste of time, and all the plot twists and turns that happened and all the choices the characters made had no fucking payoff. it was so frustrating. there are so many creative choices they could've made to build on the story in the danganronpa world but...that meta bullshit was not it.

in other news, i have already started writing a fanfiction: an alternate version of v3 that actually takes place in-universe, therefore making all the games connected! and i think what i've thought up is pretty good, ngl. it might be related to that theory i mentioned above. if you're interested in reading, lmk and i'll work to write it faster!

and thus officially concludes my v3 gameplay commentary! i might post here and there about my experiences in the bonus modes as i do them

[blushblushbear]

some cashew x poe head canons please?

^ me asking you

also i love what you do it's very cool!!! :D

thank, I really appreciate it! (lowkey feels like I need one of those pbs book ends 'this programming is possible with the support from viewers like you!')

SO!

met in a book club

at first Cash thought Poe was cute but intimidating

and at first Poe thought Cashew was cute but 'a bit of a normie' and probably 'would hate his work'

they bonded over a shared love of a gothic style romance drama book that was really really heavy on atmosphere, dripping with tension through most of it, and written in a flowery manner

(DUDE FUCKING--- trying to word a gothic romance drama novel is so weird cause I mean it's gothic romance like Byron romance aka BIG and GRAND and full of TERROR and DREAD but I also mean romance in that it centered around a romantic couple??? so it was like--- a period piece drama that was oozing with shock and awe and HORROR but the main crux of the story was a couple flipping back and forth between terror and mistrust and an overwhelming desire, lust, and affection----- IT WAS MAD CAMP OKAY)

but yeah it was cemented when Poe shared some poetry and Cash actually really dug it

and Poe was like 'oh' like--- he just really liked that he low key had a fan

and they started talking more and swapping books and poetry and one thing led to another and suddenly they're smooching

it doesn't help that they both really dug each other's vibes and thought the other was cute

Cashew was def intimidated by the hot goth who wrote poetry in his book club but like--- in a way that made him more interested

like he was so cool and his eyes made Cash's knees weak and he's just really deep and intellectual and here's Cashew reading his dumb smut novels like OMG HE'S TOO COOL FOR HIM

meanwhile Poe sees this mousy little thing and he's just so so cute and then slowly he realizes that Cashew is actually kind of a bit of a freak and he's Very Intrigued and he finds Cashew endearing as hell and he wants to know more

Poe DEF made the first most

but like--- low key Cashew would make half moves

nervous stuttering half moves but like---

he'd low key flirt, get embarrassed, stutter out some kind of 'haha just kidding, unless...' sort of statement

and then Poe would double down very cooly for him

like he was forward but not too forward

like in a way where a few times Cash was like 'WAIT IS HE FLIRTING BACK???' but he almost never was sure

I think there was probably a party Cash got a little tipsy at and just gushed at Poe about how hot and cool he is and when Poe tried to flirt back Cash panicked and bolted

and then the next day he tried to apologize but Poe was just like 'were you being serious last night though?' and very adamantly only wants to talk about that

and Cash is finally like 'okay yeah I did mean all that but like I don't wanna ruin the friendship so can we just forget it happened'

and then Poe kissed him and the rest is history

yeah and idk man they're just like

low key obsessed with each other but they do legit try and stay low key about it

like Cash is the makes Poe his phone bg and swoons half the time he sees it kind of obsessed

and Poe is a watches Cash sleep next to him and writes poetry about it later kind of obsessed

they're a very cute little book couple

also their house is like a blender of both their styles and it's so funny how much you can tell whose blanket is whose lol