#not the fucking core bs again

[mamaclownhunter]

As a writer- I am turning SQH in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

He has a golden core but his spiritual presence is very weak (this makes for great spy work as he can move undetected)

He has a very short temper but fucking has killer customer service

This man can fucking multitask he has machinations on schemes on tasks and he is fucking good

While SQ has a better handle on the lore SQH made the world- idk if you ever world built before but even if you can’t pull it out of the top of your head it is there and I have a really fucking funny idea that like some times SQH BS’ stuff like he will be like “idk there is probably a “purple dragon fang” flower that like- makes you wanna bite people in this area- and sure enough there is bc SQH thought of it and it is his world.

SQH fucking knows his people- so funny he forgets demon cultures but that is what SQ is for (I love LBH pointing out MBJ’s crush but LBH was raised by human and goes to humans for advise on flirting with SQ so I don’t think he instinctively knows Demon’s courting rules- but MR I know fucking all the lore and how demons flirt bc that was Sha Hualing’s plot device to introduce Meng mo and also wife 20-29# Erica- plus he is a gossip monger- he knows all the details and knows MBJ is married to SQH and he is such an asshole he only tells LBH so he can keep getting updates for his husband to see)

LBH is the hero- but SQH is the creator. While he can’t beat LBH through brute force he has the ability to get around the plot armor. After all- all stories need the hero to be beat every once in a while! He can’t outright kill LBH but he does know all weaknesses and limits. That is his son

While the human realm (outside his disciples who are much more cut throat now bc of him) doesn’t really see the appeal of- demons are fucking intimidated by the King of the North’s consort. SQH made a fucking name for himself ordering demons, being untouchable outside consort SQ. But he is nasty and fierce and since they are demons SQH doesn’t feel as bad lashing out (not physically)

SQH knows his characters too. Mostly canon but I love that idea that to an outsider SQH knowing your name before anyone tells him is a red flag he has his invisible fingers in your pie- no one knows how he is so successful ofc (weak core) but no if he really knows someone by face it is bc he spent a week screaming in a pillow coming up with a voice and thought process.

The world of PIDW/SV is a complex beautiful world- per SY SQH is fucking talented but he had to eat- the man can tell and weave a story like a champion if put on the spot, he could be a DM. But SQH is very cautious bc he doesn’t know if he can accidentally make stuff

He doesn’t write much anymore which sucks bc that is a huge comping mechanism and reliever before it became his biggest stresser

That being said when he does realize he is a queen and has some time off- he writes again. For himself. For Mobei, never for SY but he gets copies all the same. But since he isn’t worried about food or money any more… he writes what he wants and lets that talent flow. He is annoyed the RPF is still popular smut but SQH had insane complex beautiful mysteries and fascinating war.

He brought up ripping off Harry Potter but make it gay and no fucking golden snitch. SQ fans himself and says “knowing you it will be done in three days I will be happy to read.”

He still writes shitting porn even after he loses his v card.

But his other works are inspired and SQ is furious he could have had this as a story and not PIDW how DARE YOU

sQH refuses to write anything for the PIDW/Sv world. All his books take place somewhere else- in the “future”- fantasy- just not in this world so he doesn’t add more to their crazy world

I have more but I am so tired

[bitchiswild]

Her Present

G!P Yunjin x F! Reader

Warnings: Smut, creampie, bondage, etc.

Word Count: 2k

A/n: 🎀 I kinda BS this😅🎄

Requested

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Yunjin had been swamped with her schedule lately, and I couldn't help but notice how much she needed a break. As I was knee-deep in wrapping presents for the upcoming holidays, a mischievous idea struck me—why not turn myself into a gift for her? With a stash of festive bows and ribbons at hand, I plotted my surprise plan.

Casually mentioning to Yunjin that I had some last-minute Christmas shopping to do, I also hinted at spending the day wrapping presents. Little did she know, among the piles of gifts waiting to be wrapped, I was secretly preparing something special just for her—an early Christmas present wrapped in the most seductive way, that I knew she was going to enjoy.

Carefully adorning myself with ribbons and bows, I turned into a living, breathing present. The anticipation of her reaction fueled my excitement as I imagined her surprise and lust when she saw her unexpected gift, me.

As I awaited her return, I couldn't contain my excitement, wondering how she'd react. The thought of helping her relax made all the preparation worthwhile.

"Y/n, baby, I'm home!" Yunjin's voice rang through the hallway, announcing her arrival. My heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation as I lay on the bed, adorned in lingerie and red bows, waiting for her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approaching, each one amplifying the drumming rhythm of my heart. Anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness coursed through me. Would she like it? The thought danced through my mind, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the excitement this surprise might bring her.

The door creaked open, and I could sense her pause, her steps faltering slightly before the soft rustle of bags hitting the floor signaled her movement again. "Baby?" Yunjin's voice held a curious lilt, filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Welcome home baby, I've got a surprise for you," I said seductively, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, wanting to maintain the mystery for a moment longer.

The anticipation hung in the air as she stepped closer, the sound of her gasp echoing in the room. "Holy shit" Her words were punctuated with surprise and lust. As she approached the bed, her eyes widened, taking in the sight of me adorned in bows and ribbons, “…Love, why are you naked and why are you tied up with a red bow?” She rasped out, her eyes scanning my naked form.

“Because I’m your present tonight? Do you not like it?” I asked her, starting to feel silly. She paused for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and amusement. “No, I fucking love it and I’m going to make sure you’re not leaving the bedroom until tomorrow morning. If you can even walk tomorrow morning. But next time, let's make sure we both unwrap each other together.” Her eyes darken, as she leaned down, lips centimeters away. Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to explore every inch of you tonight," she murmured, her breath warm against my skin. The anticipation in the air was palpable as our lips finally met in a passionate kiss.

My hands immediately scrambled to her neck, pulling her close and trapping me under her. Her lips muffled my moans as she grinded against me.

She pulls away with a smirk, both of our chests heaving up and down from the adrenalin rush. “Don't hold back your moans, baby.” Her hands unbutton her jeans, tugging them down to her ankles and kicking them off. I watched as Yunjin stepped out of her jeans, revealing her smooth, bare skin. The anticipation in the room grew as she climbed back onto the bed, her eyes filled with desire.

My eyes glanced down at the bulging outline of her member. Yunjin smirked at my reaction, her hand palming her member to relieve tension. At the sight, you felt your core clench around nothing, and her moans made you wetter. The air in the room became thick with desire as Yunjin's moans filled the space, fueling the intensity between us. With each stroke of her hand on her member, the anticipation grew, and I couldn't wait for her cock to be inside me.

"Fuck, I need you so bad." Her hands immediately spread your legs apart, and her eyes glint with desire. She teases your folds with the tip of her cock, lubricating herself as you moan helplessly at the feeling. Her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the ache between my thighs. With every teasing stroke, my desire for her grew more insatiable.

“Im going to fuck you till youre full, and the only thing you’re going to feel is me.” She rasped out, then thrust her entire length inside you. You both moaned, her cock throbs inside of you. The intensity of pleasure surged through your body as she skillfully moved within you, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy.

“Shit baby, you're so tight." She whimpers in your neck as she continues to thrust into you. Her hips were stuttering, and your hands scrambled on her back, scratching it. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and your bodies moved in perfect sync.

“Fuck! Just like that!” I moaned. She bit her lip as she savored the way your cunt clenched around her, her pre-cum mixing with your arousal as she fucked herself into you. Her eyes locked with mine, a mischievous glint reflecting in them. With each thrust, the intensity of pleasure grew, leaving us both breathless and craving more.

Yunjin angled her hips, and thrust into with sheer force, the room filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. “Fuck!” She grunts, the grip on your thighs tightens. Her movements became faster and more urgent, driving us both closer to the edge. The room filled with a symphony of our moans and the intoxicating scent of sex hung in the air.

“Shit, baby I-I'm gonna cum” I mewled out, back arching. Yunjin threw her head back in pleasure as your walls clamp around her cock, urging her to cum with you. “F-Fuck baby, cum with me” She groans out.

“S-Shit!” I screamed out,I came. Yunjin grunts as she cums inside you with shallow thrusts, my legs quivered at the feeling, Yunjin bent down, kissing you all over your sweaty body, her hips still.

“Good job baby” She whispered, pecking your lips and pushing her cock deeper inside you, you groaned at the feeling. "But we're not done yet," she smirks, her voice dripping with anticipation. As she continues to thrust inside me, a surge of desire courses through my body, craving more of her. With anticipation crackling in the air, I met her gaze eagerly.

In her hands, she held the ribbon that moments ago had encircled me, she reached for my wrist, a shiver of excitement danced down my spine. Her touch was deliberate, gentle yet firm, as she wound the ribbon around my waiting limbs, drawing me closer to the headboard. Turning me around, she guided me onto my stomach, a subtle yet deliberate maneuver. As I settled into this new position, a wave of anticipation swept through me, tinged with excitement and curiosity about what would unfold next.

The change in orientation brought with it a sense of vulnerability, an exhilarating feeling of surrendering control. With my body now facing the surface below, I felt a heightened awareness of every sensation, every touch amplified by the anticipation of her next move.

With each precise movement, a sense of surrender washed over me, tethering not just my body but also my desires to her will. The ribbon tightened with a gentle tug, securing me to the headboard.

Her hands moved with purpose, tracing a path along my spine, igniting a trail of sensations that seemed to awaken every nerve ending. The simple act of being turned over had transformed the atmosphere, infusing it with a heady blend of anticipation and trust, deepening the intimacy between us in ways words could never capture.

“You're beautiful baby,” She whispers. Her hand moves down to my core, thrusting her fingers inside of me, I mewled at the feeling. My body trembles with desire as her touch electrifies every nerve. The intensity of the moment leaves me yearning for more, lost in a world where only her and I exist.

Yunjin's touch was confident yet tender as she adjusted my hips, raising them gently into the air. The subtle change in elevation heightened the anticipation, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel my pulse quicken as she positioned herself behind me, her presence a tantalizing sensation against my skin.

With a delicate touch that teased and tantalized, the tip of her cock brushed against me, sending a surge of electricity through my body. Her presence behind me, coupled with the sensation of her against my skin.

Yunjin pumps her hips inside you, making you feel helpless to her touch. She bends over to grip your neck, tightening her hold, as her eyes burn with desire. The intensity of her touch and the dominance in her gaze ignite a primal urge within you, causing your senses to heighten and your body to respond eagerly to her every command.

Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, pushing you towards an explosive climax that leaves you breathless and craving for more.

“Fuck! Im gonna fill you up again” She grunts, her hips starting to stutter. Her voice trembles with a mix of pleasure and urgency as she tries to hold back her climax. With each thrust, the intensity builds, pushing them both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Y-Yes! Cum in me, F-Fuck! I'm gonna come too!” I cried out. The room filled with the sound of our intense passion as our bodies moved in sync. Every touch and thrust brought us closer to the peak of pleasure, fueling our desire for each other.

You feel her throb inside of you, her thrust now shallow and her breath ragged, you let out a silent scream as you came. The power of the orgasm made your legs shake, Yunjin grunts as your pussy clenches around her coaxing her to shoot her cum inside you once again. The intense pleasure lingered as you both lay there, breathless and spent. The connection between you felt electric, a mix of desire and satisfaction filling the air.

You moaned at the warm feeling of the thick hot spurts of cum glazing your walls, Yunjin placed soft kisses on your back, she pulled out slowly and reached up to untie you, letting you savor the lingering pleasure of the intimate moment. As she gently caresses your skin, you feel a sense of deep connection and vulnerability, grateful for the trust and passion shared between you both. Whispering sweetly, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." As she releases the restraints, a wave of satisfaction washes over you, leaving you longing for more intimate moments with Yunjin.

"That was amazing, did you like your present?" I whispered, a hint of anticipation in my voice. Yunjin's eyes lit up with delight as I awaited her response, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.

With an ear-to-ear grin, Yunjin gently pulled me closer, her warmth enveloping me. Our lips met in a tender yet passionate kiss, a silent exchange of emotions that spoke volumes more than words ever could. It was a moment suspended in time, where the world faded away, leaving just the two of us and the connection we shared.

Breaking the kiss but keeping our closeness intact, she looked into my eyes with a softness that melted any remaining tension. "I loved it," she said lovingly, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that made my heart swell with happiness. Her genuine joy was a gift in itself, an affirmation that the effort put into the present had touched her in a special way.

“Ready for round 3?”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[hwalilac]

Waiting

⇴ pairing: kim hongjoong x f!reader

⇴ genre: smut

⇴ words: 1.2k

⇴ warnings: thigh grinding, unprotected, bratty reader

⇴ a/n: feedback is accepted and welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my work! if you’d like to be on my taglist, lmk. if you’d like to see more of my work, check out my masterlist!

⇴ tags: @hyuckilstan @star1117-archives @whatudowhennooneseesyou @jwnghyuns @az-con @noonaishere

Hongjoong was so sick of your fooling around. He had to work. He was so busy preparing for the comeback. And you knew that. But honestly? It’s been about a month since you two had sex. You were quite desperate. Too many nights you’d spend with your old, trusty vibrating wand. But it couldn’t satisfy you forever. You had to do something about the constant need to fuck him.

So here you were yet again, sitting on the couch in his studio, watching him play around with the same track he’s been retouching for a week straight. You’ve already pushed once, and he brushed you off before continuing his work. It immediately put a frown on your face, but it made you want him even more. He’s so fucking rough with you when he’s 1. stressed, and 2. irritated. Nothing like a good fuck to lighten the mood.

After a good ten minutes passes, it’s finally time to push forward with your plan. You get off the couch and slowly slink towards him, like a predator with its prey. Honestly, he might as well be your prey. You softly wrap one arm around his neck, the other pulling one of his earbuds out of his ear. Immediately his attention is one you, though you can feel the irritation seeping from his entire being.

“Joongie,” you whine. It always works. Except, this time whining doesn’t get you anywhere. “Baby, please, just give me a few more minutes”, he says for the millionth time today. Which you happen to tell him that, only for him to repeat it, in a much more promising voice. You already know it’s BS. “Joong,” you say, walking to the side of him, “Can I at least just sit on your lap?”

You give your biggest puppy eyes, and you thank the gods it works. After a long sigh, he pushes his chair back and taps his thigh, signaling to sit. A quick giggle escapes you as you practically tackle him. He lets out a quiet “oof”, before making sure you’re situated. Your legs on either side of his thigh, you quickly realize that your core is sitting in the perfect position to get off on him. Looks like your plan would work out just fine.

You let him get back into work for a little while, trying not to make him suspicious of your motives. But after a while, you have to shuffle to get comfortable, and his jeans practically scrape against your clit. Thankfully, you chose a skirt for easy access. But once you’ve got a taste, you became insatiable. After checking to see if he’s paying attention, which of course he’s not, you start moving your hips.

The movement feels so good, especially wrapped up in his arms. It’s light, but good enough for the moment. You sigh, and push your head into his neck, taking the chance to enjoy yourself. But once you start doing it more and more, you look up and realize that he’s watching you. He apparently took his earbuds out already. His attention was solely on you. But you weren’t sure how this would pan out.

“You actually thought I didn’t know what you were doing? Acting like a fucking brat, practically throwing yourself at me just for a good fuck. You’re such a slut.” His words, his tone, his dark eyes, everything makes you want him even more. You’re about to “explain” yourself, but he interrupts you, pushing you off him. For a second you think he’s actually mad, that you took it too far during a time when he was already stressed.

Just for a split second. Because after that second passes, he stands up, and turns you around to his desk. Thankfully there’s a clean spot on the desk, though you know he wouldn’t slam you down on his equipment regardless. For the sake of you, but also his bank account. But he does slam you down on the desk, pulling your hair into his hand before yanking your head back. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him next to your ear.

“You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you? You know what happens to brats, don’t you?” You did. You did know what happens to brats. And you want exactly that. But he already knows it. He lifts up your skirt, before his hand comes down to smack your ass. You jump slightly, surprised at the sensation. But then you wiggle your butt for more. “Of course you want more.” And of course he doesn’t give it to you.

Usually he stretches you out a little, but just by the large wet patch on your panties, he can tell you’re wet enough. The slight stretch always makes it better anyways. You hear the unbuckle of his belt, the clothes hit the floor. His cock lines up with your hole, him not even taking your underwear off. Then he just slams in. Your mouth gapes open at the sudden intrusion. You never get tired of the feeling.

His pace is brutal, hips smacking yours, making yours press into the wooden desk. You don’t mind though, too preoccupied with the fact that he’s touching your g-spot with every thrust. Somehow he just knows your body, like it came natural to him. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Too much of a cock slut, the only thing on your mind is how much you wanna be fucked. So pathetic,” he chuckled, the same one he does in his songs.

Moans just spilling out of your mouth only spurred him to keep talking. There’s nothing that gets you more turned on that his voice and his dirtiest words. He always knew what to say to get you there. And you were already close. “Look at you, clenching on my dick. Even your cunt can’t get enough of me.” With every word you clench even harder. “Bet you could get off with just my voice.” And he’s correct.

His hand travels from your back, to your hip, down to your stomach, and further to your clit. Goosebumps follow his every movement. And then he does what he always does. He pushes you to the very edge. His middle finger lands on your bud, rubbing side to side, immediately sending you hurtling towards your orgasm. A long string of “Hongjoong” and “fuck” begin, before you finally collapse. Your legs shake and eyes flutter with pleasure.

Within seconds, he releases inside you, flooding your walls, milking every drop out of him. He shortly collapses on top of you, before flopping down in his chair. He drags you back into his lap, letting you curl up onto his chest. This is the best part of having intimacy with Hongjoong. He takes aftercare incredibly seriously. You just lie there for a while, letting the harsh breathing subside.

When everything goes silent, you finally come back to reality. His desk is a little messy, and you’re about to apologize when you spot a red light on his microphone. Then you realize… he was recording your moans. Your eyes move up to his face, to see his joker-like grin.

“Remember when you said it would be funny to include your moans in one of my songs?”

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[serendipity-by-chance]

nesta stans are genuinely so funny bc they think feyre is an unreliable narrator like first of all, for feyre to be an unreliable narrator we need to understand that sjm needs to be a good writer. which she isnt lol. sjm is NOT a good writer. she writes the most bland ass stories so let’s not credit her with that.

second, nothing througout feyre’s narration is contradictory or her lying to make herself feel better. feyre’s narration is very true. she hated rhys and vilified rhys when she thought rhys was helping amarantha. feyre doesnt use her povs to lessen her burden and blame things on others. she doesnt shirk away from her wrongs lol. feyre’s pov only changes when she goes to the NC and learns more about him. why do you claim she is unreliable?

because of rhys. you claim feyre is unreliable because the core of it is rhys. except that doesn’t make her an unreliable narrator? rhys has time and time again admitted he is ruthless and will do whatever it takes to protect those he loves. in acowar we see how he was willing to make treaty with eris and mor’s father so he can have their army and not telling mor about it bc he didnt know how to tell her. also he did it bc that’s a way to save mor’s life in the war bc bigger army. rhys has stated in ACOMAF that he finds it difficult to forgive feyre’s sisters bc when he sees them he remembers how she was a child going to the forest while they shirked their responsibilities as her elder sisters to protect her. rhys has said he cant forgive people who hurt feyre and we see that with tamlin too. how he hates tamlin even more for locking up feyre. and mind u thats not jealousy lol. rhys despite his jealousy accepted feyre’s rs with tamlin.

u guys hate rhys bc rhys doesnt coddle nesta. u guys hate the fact that finally someone calls her out on her bs. u guys hate that there’s someone who sees nesta’s ugliness and doesn’t tolerate it. and pls do not come to me with “nesta was abused and traumatized”. so was rhys. this fandom collectively likes to forget that rhys is a rape victim. he’s been continuously raped and made to brutally murder people for 50 years against his wishes. somehow in for nesta fans the only trauma that’s valid is nesta’s. nesta’s SA is the only one that’s valid but rhys’ isnt. nesta gets to react out due to her trauma and hurt everyone but rhys can’t trauma react and protect his family.

somehow to nesta stans feyre, the narrator for 4 books through whose eyes we learn about this world and explore the main plot, is unreliable but somehow nesta with her 1 book which barely touches on anything aside from her fucking cassian every two chapters is more reliable like ok😭😭

lets not credit sjm with good writing lol. she’s a white woman who can only write very misogynistic white people centric stories.

[mageknight14]

I loved how NEO pulled the rug out with Rindo’s character. At first, he generally seems much more sociable and outwardly friendly compared to Neku and then the game quickly goes "yeah, nah, he’s a huge fucking mess too." He’s a good kid fundamentally at his core but he can also be whiny, hypocritical, passive-aggressive, and kind of insensitive at times. He has a tendency to be judgemental and harsh to the people around him while not acknowledging his own faults, like when he complains about Beat joining the team even though he saved their lives beforehand because he’s not Neku or when he gives Fret shit for fawning over Eiji Oji and Kanon while falling for Motoi’s BS. He’s so pessimistic about himself and others that not even a death game that heavily emphasizes the value of teamwork can get him to fully come out of his shell, which is where his time-travel powers come in AND EVEN THEN it’s a double-edged sword since on one hand, it forces him to actively step up to the plate and survey the situation to find the best possible solution, which leads to him slowly growing out of his shell, but on the other, it also leads to him becoming overly reliant on his time travel so that he can walk back from potentially life-changing decisions without having to worry about it since he has a magic reset button. Which ends up biting him in the ass. Hard.

He’s one of those types of people who is ultimately a thinker and planner instead of a do-er, but his being young and overly impressionable takes this personality quirk to such an extreme that he's foundationally useless to most groups. He’s the type of person who you have in a group project who sits around and does nothing, but then complains with the project does poorly because he couldn't be bothered to speak.

He's so unconfident and directionless that he uses effectively Instagram as a means to listen to someone who sounds like some 2deep4u philosopher post dumb flowery bullshit that effectively has all the meaning of "Drink water when you're thirsty." and he admits to finding such "deep" meaning in these posts that it supposedly helped him through life. Because he's 15 and doesn't know anything.

However, all of this makes him interesting as a character because he’s, again, still a fundamentally good kid at his core. While he’s shown to have a fuse, he is also the kind of person who has the ability to think his emotions through. That's what we ultimately see when he and Fret finally talk and drop their beef. The game depicting Rindo's capacity for self-awareness and emotional reflection is a positive revelation of his character strengths. He proves that he's capable of recognizing when he's in the wrong and knows how to apologize, a trait he shows quite a few times throughout the story, while also doing everything he can to set things right as well as be more understanding toward how his friends feels.

He’s kind of the guy who will drop everything to help a little kid out, even when there’s no tangible benefit to doing so and he and the others are shown to be on limited time, shows empathy to his friends/fallen enemies, and feels massive amounts of guilt for his actions, even if he didn’t know better at the time.

Hell, the entire endgame is fueled by his selfish yet understandable desire to save the people he cares about most from total erasure, to the point that he’s willing to risk thousands of lives to do so. But not only is he shown to be internally grappling with himself regarding his decision but he’s also willing to take responsibility and ensure that EVERYTHING goes right not just for himself and his friends but the people of Shibuya in general, in a parallel to Neku’s own selfish if understandable decision to put the bonds he formed in the original game (particularly with Joshua) over the actual city.

Characters aren't interesting simply by switching between 2 different character traits. They're interesting when all those traits are being expressed at the same time for reasons that are consistent within their internal logic. You gotta be a good writer to pull that off and you gotta know when to show off these dimensions during your story to achieve proper dramatic effect when the time calls for it and NEO I feel does this pretty damn well.

[claudeleine]

it’s honestly sickening seeing how many ppl are openly declaring that they don’t give a fuck about palestine and immigration anymore bc they blame arabs and latines for trump winning, or as usual saying shit like the south deserves natural disasters. like you genuinely have worms for brains if THAT is your takeaway. there’s so much to say about why this perspective is wrong on every level and how the numbers don’t even support it, but at the core of it, the ppl behaving like this are shining examples of why the democratic party continues to fail. and honestly they probably never cared in the first place or were involved in anything to support these communities outside the ballot box, bc true solidarity is not transactional and if you were really in it, you wouldn’t switch up so quickly. like liberals are really out here telling ppl to boycott businesses owned by arabs in michigan and blaming kamala’s loss on all palestinians (even those literally in gaza and even those who voted for kamala), saying they’re going to call ICE on undocumented immigrants bc their relative voted for trump, and saying they’re going to report a woman who went out of state to get an abortion bc she may be a trump supporter, etc. the “we’re drinking starbucks again” bs is just the tip of the iceberg. wishing harm on marginalized communities, spewing hateful rhetoric, and engaging in the same violence as trump supporters bc your candidate lost is just sick. if your immediate response is to turn to racism, xenophobia, islamophobia, etc. - what you hate about trump is right there inside you.

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DA BASICS- ABOUT ME: Name - Lisa Avenir (you can call me Lise or Liz) Nationality - Indian Languages - English, Hindi, a1 French, aspiring German, a dialect of Hindi spoken in my home state which is completely incomprehensible to anyone who does not speak it to the point its an entirely new language (which it is but I'm not going to reveal it because I don't want my home state to be known) Age - minor Gender - Genderqueer Pronouns - they/them/she Sexuality - ace-spec lesbian Religion - Atheist DNI: Homophobic, Transphobic, sexist, racist, ableist, any kind of phobic in general No assholes allowed either I love receiving asks just no freaky stuff FACTS- 🪶Only Child who keeps losing friends 🪶I love any form of Noodles Soup 🪶I have a huge crush on Maya Hawke 🪶I love biology and anatomy 🪶I need psychological help /srs 🪶I cry a lot, it's an art 🪶I might have a migraine issue which might be getting better :D 🪶I have brown ass basic eyes 🪶Reading mythology is my bae 🪶My vocabulary might be good but I can't spell for shit. 🪶I love making little collages on PowerPoint 🪶I'm touch starved but touch aversed. Yes, we exist. 🪶I'm a nerd fighter 🪶I love dissecting song lyrics 🪶My aesthetic is dark academia, dark feminine(excluding the femcel bs), witchcore and sickly victorian child dying of the plague core 🪶I am a hyper-organized person who might have germophobia 🪶I'm pretty sure I have trichotillomania 🪶I have these sneeze attacks on a daily basis where I sneeze like 15 times over the course of 3 minutes

HOBBIES- 🪶Reading 🪶Writing poetry or songs 🪶Listening to Music 🪶Talking about stars 🪶The Universe 🪶Literature 🪶Science (fuck physics)

INTERESTS- MUSIC: I love listening to albums(like a LOT of them) 🪶Genre - Indie, Indie pop, Rock, Alt-Indie, Basic white girl pop, Pop-rock, Pop-punk, Folk, Old Bollywood, Male manipulator, Female Manipulator, Lesbian Manipulator, ghazal, anything that slaps 🪶Artists - Ricky Montgomery, Lana Del Rey, Chappel Roan, Flower Face, Taylor Swift, Hozier, Phoebe Bridgers, Girl in Red, Clario, Conan Gray, Hank Green, Hayley Williams, Joji, Indila, Sabrina Carpenter, Adele. Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, Jagjit Singh, Muhammad Rafi, Asha Bhosle etc etc 🪶Bands - Wallows, Florence and the Machine, Sir Chloe, Hole, The Smiths, Paramore, Beach House, The Jayhawks, The Neighborhood, Fun Guns, Cage The Elephant, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Radiohead, My Chemical Romance, Hayley Kiyoko. 🪶Albums(favorites) - evermore and folklore by Taylor Swift, Montgomery Ricky by Ricky Montgomery, Depression Cherry by Beach House, Ceremonials and Lungs By Florence and The Machine, Superache by Conan Gray, Emails I can't send frwd: by Sabrina Carpenter, Hozier by Hozier, Riot! and Paramore by Paramore, AM by Arctic Monkeys, Party Flavors and I am the Dog by Sir Chloe, Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers, Rainy Day Music by The Jayhawks, Petals for Armour by Hayley Willams, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan, Social Cues by Cage The Elephant, Live through this by Hole, Born to Die(The Paradise Edition) and Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey, Nothing Happens by Wallows, Baby Teeth and Fever Dreams and The Shark in your Water by Flower Face, Lilt by Hikes, Get up and Move by Fun Guns, The Black Parade by MCR. 🪶Artists that I lowkey neglect but should high-key eat - Nirvana, Tame Impala, Men we trust, Cavetown, Pink Floyd, blink-182, Green Day, boygenius, Mitski, The Smashing Pumpkins, Suki Waterhouse. BOOKS- 🪶Genre - Dark, War pieces, Dystopias, Young Adult, Depressing, Dark Academia, Classics, Psychological Thriller. 🪶Ride or Die- The Book Thief, The Perks Of Being a Wallflower, The Picture of Dorian Grey, MAUS, Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska, All the Bright Places, The Midnight Library, The Handmaid's Tale, The Diary of a Young Girl, The Boy In The Stripped Pajamas, Circe, Before the coffee gets cold, Sharp Objects, The Martian, The DaVinci Code, The Emperor of All Maladies, Turtles all the way down, And Then There Were None, The Catcher in The Rye, No Longer Human, Grandpa's Great Escape, Wild Bird, The Giver. 🪶Honorable Mentions from my TBR - A Little Life, Bunny, If We Were Villains, The Secret History, 1984, To Kill A Mockingbird, Six Of Crows, Lord of the Flies, Piranesi, Cleopatra and Frankenstein, Crime and Punishment, How it Feels to Float, Orbiting Jupiter, Normal People, Fahrenheit 451, The Myth of Sisyphus, Lessons in Chemistry, Slaughterhouse-five, Dark Matter. 🪶Poets - Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, William Wordsworth. Sappho,

MOVIES- Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Lady Bird, Whiplash, Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse, Forrest Gump, Duck Duck Goose, Rapunzel SERIES- BBC Sherlock, Orange Is The New Black, Brooklyn99, Dead Boy Detectives, Heartstopper, Derry Girls, Modern Family, House md?

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[sgiandubh]

Hello! I have a new drinking game suggestion! If you haven't listened to that podcast yet (the part about Outlander and Sam starts at 51:00) how about a sip every time she mentions her recommendations for watching the series, stressing that it's something scorching? Also, every time it is said that he is single and dates a lot, in addition to being 🔥 The segment lasts about three minutes, surely no one could get drunk in such a short amount of time!

Dear Drinking Game Anon,

Please forgive the delay - almost everybody, even the trolls, answered the salvo of Deux Moi (that is a bastardized translation of 'Me Too', I bet the farm) Anons and perhaps you found me wanting. Oh, well: I never gave three dried shits about being FIRST.

Not even #sorry for the length, Anon.

That podcast is some mighty BS you are kindly asking me to dissect for you. So I just listened to that S focused bit again, as I am writing the answer. Fasten your seat belts.

I mean, where the hell do I begin? Everything is so unlikeable and so cheap about that podcast, I could start wondering if *urv is not poor man's Deux Moi, if you see what I mean (she came in first, alas). No, they don't give a flying fuck about S, in fact both of them have no idea even who he is, since they are mispronouncing his name repeatedly and need to check Wikipedia for his basic trivia. Their cackle does not really bring anything new to the table and it has all the predictable bits: his fandom 'who thinks he is dating his costar' (zero about the Mommies, its most vocal part, who definitely think he doesn't - interesting, huh?), him being on Raya and 'obviously dating' (yeah, yeah, we've seen the results, Dubai Hooker and then 'No Toxic People' on top), OL being a 'historical fantasy series, like GoT' (Lord give me strength), but you know, chock a block filled with sex (😱🤣). So it all boils down to the girl being 'identified in DMs' (by who, I wonder? 'Always Hands On' *urv?) as a 'creative type'. The core of the debate was, in fact, whether it was or not a first date and what about the lack of drinks on that table - it never occurred to them Einsteins that was a dead giveaway of those pictures being totally staged, eh?

Nothing to write home about and I honestly fail to see where the fuck did those women notice the girl 'lovingly gazing' at S. At any rate, this is so artificial I could cry and it does sound like a quid pro quo type of favor Deux Moi did to PR. It actually gave me the same 'shoehorned in' feeling as C's Remarkable Weekend non-photos featured in that magazine, in 2019. The two 'gossip columnists' clearly didn't prepare anything at all about it and DGAF pretending to be plausible liars. One more time, it felt cheap and a desperate retcon of the Dubai Hooker Walk of Shame, plus the added insult to injury Alice Don't Panikian was.

But, as always, there's more to it. And at this point, I do wonder why and actually how on Earth nobody in this fandom ever thought to find out what the fuss was about Deux Moi, at all.

[I was brutally cut, just here, Anon, by the worst power outage in our neighborhood for ages - heat does that to old, clunky European capitals. Sorry for that.]

Deux Moi came out of obscurity during the COVID-19 pandemic, when people were locked down at home, bored and depressed. It markets itself as a gossip column with a twist, almost never checks facts and apparently has no problem being seen by many as a neo Hollywood Dumpster Diver of sorts. To counter all sorts of possible legal problems, it launched itself and prospered because of the mandatory 'Anon pls' opening to each and every submission. It allows them to never feel or take any responsibility for the content it posts. The reason she can do this is the US Supreme Court's 1964 decision New York Times vs. Sullivan, which allowed media (including gossip sites) more liberty in expressing their opinions. It only sanctions actual malice in doing so, which simply means that if you hate Steven Cree (random example) and publicly comment he is a talentless bore, there is nothing he or his PR can do about it. But if you publicly comment that Steven Cree is a pedophile or a drug addict (OTT made-up stuff inserted here on purpose) and you fail to prove it with facts, well - that is actual malice all the way. You'd better pawn your silver spurs and sell your first born, because they will come to get you and won't do it with grace. In fact, as recently as 2022, the US Supreme Court refused to revise its doctrine on this particular point of law, further linking it to the US Constitution's First Amendment, that deals with free speech and strongly protects it:

[more on this, here: https://edition.cnn.com/2022/06/27/politics/supreme-court-new-york-times-sullivan/index.html - make no mistake, this is a very high profile political decision, for obvious reasons; therefore, I shall not further comment, you make up your own mind about it, according to your own creed. But I know what I think, and what I think is the analogy was promoted by a very conservative Supreme Court].

Deux Moi will never be that sophisticated, but that does not mean it was never above any possible threats & scandal. Its public image heavily relies on the mystique of an incognito mastermind, who, like the Mahdi, Shia Islam's Hidden Twelfth Imam, walks this Earth and sees/knows everything. From there to eternity, victimization is never far away:

[full article, here: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/celebs/a43620663/deux-moi-identity-dark-side/ - I don't believe a single word of what the person shares, just so you know; for many reasons].

I mean, she is no Louella Parsons, no Hedda Hopper, hell - not even Liz Smith. And funny she mentions Taylor Swift (who I like more and more by the day, hahaha), who went for her via her PR, recently, in quite a clear fashion:

Wow, mother of all dragons: ' a marriage ceremony in the UK', that 'wasn't (...) legal (...) and wasn't made official'. Excuse me? RINGS A FUCKING BELL IN OUR OWN BACKYARD? Hell yes, rings a fucking steamer foghorn. Anyways, Tree Paine was not amused at all and the excuses were paltry, to say the least:

Sorry for the long quote, Anon, but I found Glamour's piece very enlightening, for once:

[our Spanish mafia girls could read the whole article here: https://www.glamour.com/story/taylor-swifts-publicist-tree-paine-thinks-deux-moi-needs-a-reality-check]

I still wonder why this 2021 'Anon pls' was never disputed and at least partially proven true:

Even better, check out this Reddit thread, just to see what The Casuals commented:

[whole thread, here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Fauxmoi/comments/nzx8mw/ok_i_am_dying_to_know_who_this_is_about/]

I wouldn't describe this as people being exactly 'shocked'. Interesting reactions, at any rate, and not a Stan in view.

Go figure, indeed.

I hope this answers your ask, Anon. It took me a long while to write, due to unforeseen reasons, but I certainly did it with pleasure and two or three well-placed grins.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi, I'm the Anon that wrote to you a while ago desperately seeking assurance about the drop. Want to thank you again for your insights and patience. You are a gift to this fandom. I'm sorry to bother you again but this episode crushed my heart completely.

The added context ended up being the same out of character BS which did nothing to allay my fears over the direction of Lestat's character. And I felt the writer having him "break script" during the trial to make sure that viewers understood that "this asshole is the real Lestat who intentionally dropped his partner from the stratosphere for the crime of defending his daughter but wait he feels really bad about it but also don't forget he's still Domestic Abuser POS" seemed like an insidious choice. The decision to make that drop real and the vile speech about "wanting to break Louis" (wtf) is a total betrayal of who Lestat fundamentally is and for me was kind of an event horizon (because no matter what, that *isn't* Lestat in any universe) It's been 2 years of this and I'm so exhausted. 

Sadly, I'm not nearly as excited for Season 3 as I was before this episode. I no longer feel like I can trust these writers to write Lestat with care and do TVL justice- especially after they inexplicably endowed their version of Louis with several of canon Lestat's character traits and story beats( literally why?)- or anything that comes after. How can you tell Lestat's painful self loathing storylines in QotD and TotBT when you've already written him as the exact kind of shallow violent inherently evil brute that Akasha tried to groom him into believing he was? What would be the point? No one would believe him.

Right now, for me the only bright spot of show!Lestat, is Sam, who is truly doing the lord's work. Much like the character he is playing, he is mesmerizing as an actor and so full of light even as he's playing the part of a monster. He's so brilliant, constantly making lemonade out of lemons and trying valiantly to infuse this evil ooc shell of Lestat with the spirit of the canon character.

And maybe I'm a brat, but we've waited long enough. I want the real Lestat de Lioncourt: the eternally optimistic, impulsive, naive to a fault, enduring, brash, impatient, irreverent, airheaded, sometimes unstable, ridiculous,  traumatized, vicious, obstinate, wicked,  cocky, narcissistic, short tempered, endlessly forgiving, capricious ,vampire to the core, Brat Prince- full of too much love for everything and everyone, who can be an absolute pain in the ass, who is the emperor of really bad impulsive decisions, who is stupidly honest about the terrible things he's done but tries to downplay the terrible things done to him, who finds revenge boring, who would never ever maliciously hurt Louis or Claudia, who tries so hard to be a good father more than once, who fears that he is an evil thing because he thinks his innate light seems to hurt everyone he loves; and that innate light and goodness is so in conflict with the existence he was raped into but he decides "Fuck it. I'm gonna just be the best vampire I can be". And I really really want to see Sam play *that* Lestat.

Of course I completely understand that everything we are seeing is still not the full story and that we are deep in the middle of Armand's Wattpad fanfic. But with the choices made in this episode, I just don't see how we can *ever* have *that* Lestat- (even if or when next week, Armand's story falls apart spectacularly) and unfortunately no spoilers I've seen about the finale give me comfort or hope. It's all too much and it just hurts my heart and my head. I want off this ride. I'm so so tired 😢

Hmmm :)

While I... understand you, I don't quite agree, and... I think I would just like to redirect you to this interview with Sam here, which really lays a lot of it out:

And... it also confirms a lot of what I have been pointing out before, and what has been hinted at.

So. While I get where you are coming from I still think "Lestat" is in very good hands... we haven't had his POV yet. But we will.

And after that... we can judge.

[alice-after-dark]

okay wait ive got 2:

1) when people portray vox as a cringefail loserboy whos whipped to heaven and back for either al or val

2) when people act like r*dioapple has more foundation in canon than any other alastor ship

Hello friend!!!

Okay, hard agree on both fronts.

(putting under a cut cause this got long oops)

On the first one, fucking THIS. Vox is flamboyant and theatrical and he definitely has a temper, but everyone seems to forget that he is LITERALLY introduced to us as a manipulator of the masses. Like I adore the press conference scene. This is who Vox is to the rest of Hell. People take him very seriously. When the accelerated extermination is announced, people rush to get his opinion. Fuck, they don't even do that to Charlie, the literal Princess of Hell! Vox has his moments sure, but defining him by the occasional cringe is like defining Charlie by that one instance where she was having her conspiracy board red string moment and losing her damned mind trying to figure out what to do to get her plan to work. That's not who the character is at their core. And Vox is most certainly not whipped. There may have been a time in his life where he was for Alastor, but even if that was the case, that time is long dead. Literally the moment he finds out Alastor is back, he launches an attack. That's not whipped and I don't think he really ever could be. Whatever happened between them clearly caused him a good amount of pain and even if things get better between them, I don't think they'll ever have what they once did. At least not right away. As for Valentino, it's called damage control, not being whipped.

On the second one, not gonna lie, I don't pay all that much attention to R*dioApple (censoring out of courtesy because that's how the ask was sent) so I've never seen this claim, but I totally get why that would be frustrating and kinda bs. I may be a ship-what-you-want-to-ship kind of person, but uh...yeah it's made pretty clear at every opportunity that Alastor and Lucifer don't like each other, so to claim they have the strongest foundation in canon as a ship is a little...yeah, no. Like, I get it, I'm a RadioStatic shipper and there is definitely problems between Vox and Alastor, but we know that they have some kind of history and that they, at minimum, were friends (referencing the photo and Alastor's "old pal" comment"). We know canonically that Lucifer and Alastor met for the first time canonically in episode 5 and Alastor instantly felt threatened and went on the attack. That's not a solid foundation for canon.

Again, if you like R*dioApple , THAT'S TOTALLY FINE! YOU DO YOU! It's not my cup of tea, but that doesn't matter! If you like it, go forth and enjoy! But be realistic. There is nothing wrong with liking something that doesn't have a strong canon basis and you don't need to force one to ship something. Fuck, I do it all the time! My favorite ship in this fandom also currently hate each other! And I love me some good ol' they've-never-even-met-but-fuck-they-would-be-so-interesting. Shipping something purely because you enjoy the potential dynamic is totally legit!

[aroacewxs]

i'm suffering from the Plague of the Dark Forest (the common cold) so here: wxs and how they deal with being sick

rui

rui does not get sick very often but when he does, it hits him like a TRUCK. not only that, but it takes him ages to even realize that he's feeling BAD in the first place. tsukasa, emu, or nene have to literally point out that he looks terrible for him to realize that oh, he feels like shit. as soon as he realizes that he is, well, SICK, he is chained to his bed/sofa/whatever he sleeps on for days and has to be spoonfed because he physically cannot lift his arms. wxs doesn't buy any of his "i'm feeling better than ever. tip top shape, in fact" bs, by the way.

emu

literally does not get sick. she is an immoveable force of nature, a brick wall. germs fear her. bacteria quake at the mention of her name. rhinovirus who? HOWEVER. on the rare occasions where she does get sick, i think she'd be the clingy type. HATES that she has to stay home and in her room alone and desperately needs some kind of company or external stimulation, whether it be talking with the virtual singers through her phone or texting wxs. she would assure them that she's fine, but really just wants to see her friends in person again :')

tsukasa

if tsukasa got sick, the world would end. his sneezes would shake the earth's core and change our geography completely. my online friends would end up being my neighbours.

firstly, he'd panic internally just a bit once he realizes that his nose feels a bit too stuffy and the tickle at the back of his throat is bothering him more than it should. he'd be completely confuzzled, after all, he spends a good chunk of his time just SANITIZING. he'd be all "ho ho ho what the fuck! there's no way! i, future star tenma tsukasa, caught the common cold?!?" he'd tear his room down, cleaning every single nook and cranny and dumping all his clothes into the laundry machine and downing pills and hoarding up on vitamin c so that he could possibly evade his fate (doesn't work). similarly to rui, he'd deny that he's feeling bad in order to keep working on shows but it eventually catches up to him and he has no choice but to rest.

nene

catches colds as the seasons change and the temperature shifts. she has like two assigned weeks a year for her sickness and deals with it normally: rotting in her bed and curling up into a shivering ball while trying to focus on a video game on her phone and failing miserably. her biggest worry each time is how her cold will affect her voice, deeming her unable to sing properly, but wxs is very understanding and reassure nene of her guilt. tsukasa ends up recommending different herbal remedies and teas that soothe the throat, and albeit nene is hesitant to try something tsukasa suggests, she begrudgingly admits later that they WORK.

[drdemonprince]

autistic anon here again, thanks for fielding my question, you're a real one for not all toxic positivity on it. i guess i should've formulated things better, because i didn't mean to imply being completely wrapped up in decision paralysis to the point of doing nothing. that's a mental hurdle i've cleared a long time ago, so shit gets done. i have a few emails sitting in my inbox of fundraisers i helped with that closed out, and it;s making me emotional just thinking about it.

there's a weird disconnect between knowing that you're just one person (and that's something i actually like, i'm no-one special, that's a very freeing thought), and fully feeling it. because somewhere there's always a nagging worry i could do more. as true as it is, reminding yourself you're doing what you can feels like a convenient self-soothing lie when you're in the pit of a bad night. probably the calvinist whispering poisons in your ear. (being afraid of falling in the trap of slacktivism or just reposting everything as a signal boost and patting myself on the back for a job well done, amongst them. which is BS, but knowing isn't believing.)

i mentioned the autistic part for a reason, because community is something i've never quite experienced and only understand in the abstract. like those fundraisers i helped with many, many other people, that's a community effort and i'm proud i could contribute my little bit. translating that to in-person efforts has been a big ??? though. it's not very parseable or approachable to me.

i hadn't quite grokked this as all being part of shame, i have your book sitting here and have read it a while, probably should reread it.

Hey, thanks for writing back! I hear from people of all levels of engagement, from having never done anything to like dedicated black bloc hard core mother fuckers so it's hard to gauge from a single message what someone's particular situation is.

It sounds like you are already doing a ton, choosing actions to take, following through on them, reflecting on the impact of your tactics, and then regrouping to do more and to try things differently where you can. Yet you still feel like shit sometimes and as if you're not doing enough. What to do about those feelings?

Well. Consider those feelings aren't a problem you have to fix. They're just a thing that will happen. Because of cultural conditioning and endless exposure to alarming messages and imagery online they're just gonna come up. Those feelings can just exist while you keep doing the damn thing.

You've already got your behavior on lock. You're doing what you can and not succumbing to choice paralysis. You're hopefully not burning yourself out. It doesn't sound like anything needs to change, maybe other than you not consuming too much online bullshit that's making you feel even more guilty needlessly.

You say: "there's a weird disconnect between knowing that you're just one person (and that's something i actually like, i'm no-one special, that's a very freeing thought), and fully feeling it."

Yeah, you might not ever fully feel it. As long as you keep acting like it's true, you're good imo.

i feel like the most evil selfish unlovable human being alive most days. it doesn't really matter that i do. it sucks, but that's just a fact of how my life has been. i can keep picking myself up and doing what i have decided is right for me to do anyway. i do what i can to avoid triggers that make that feeling worse, so that it doesn't become a barrier to action, but otherwise i just... keep on living, with terrible emotions and terrible thoughts. and i focus on my actions.

As for the community piece, I hear you, it's really fucking hard. I think it's very humbling work that is so worth doing though. Often it involves showing up to the work that a group is doing and living with the fact that you won't know what the fuck is going on and looking inept for a while. it's a necessary distress tolerance building exercise, getting more comfortable with just being there and rearranging the chairs and setting up the food and feeling like a dumbass who has nothing to contribute.

being able to sit with those feelings and keep showing up and not having an ego about it is enough to earn a lot of trust and foster deeper connections, I find. so many people fail to be able to even do that in most organizing/activist/volunteering spaces. I understand it feels mortifying but it is another one of those situations of getting over oneself in a way that's ultimately so freeing and beautiful. when you can accept that people want you around even if you never have anything to say and do nothing but bring paper cups and take out the trash. it's a real object lesson in how not being all that important can be a wonderful thing and make it possible for us to find love and acceptance.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

I Feel You Linger in the Air - final thoughts

I know, I know! I'm late to this one. But I knew I had to wait for it to finish to make sure I wouldn't get my heart entirely ripped out, and then it was just really hard to find the time. I couldn't binge it either, I had to pace myself emotionally.

But damn. What an incredible fucking show. And I don't just mean for a BL, but just for a series in general. Everything was so well done. The music, the cinematography, the writing, the acting, all of it.

While I was watching I kept being reminded of a good Austen adaptation. Probably mostly because of all the longing looks. Khun Yai could absolutely give Mr. Darcy a run for his money.

But there's also something about a historical framework, where there is so much that cannot be outright stated. Where there's "propriety", and the (usually BS) moral standards of the time. Where the line between classes and genders is such a sharp one.

The social commentary was so strong - showing the heavy burden of living within traditional beliefs, and the damage that they caused to those that are oppressed. I loved Fong Kaew, and her brilliant strategical thinking in how to play Robert and court allies for his downfall. Euangphueng and Fong Kaew both hurting each other in their attempts to survive, but always understanding who the real enemy was, and keeping compassion for one another. Even Yai's mother, finally having enough of passively following her husband as he hurts their children over and over again, telling him to essentially fuck off as she downs the good booze. Characters like James & Niew risking themselves and joining their queer allies to help take down the oppressive hypocrites abusing their power. So damn good.

And I really love how much the series showed that change is not a big massive shift in one moment, but rather a drop in the pond, that causes ripples to ebb and flow over the water. And that for each person who took one moment to help someone else, or speak up to power, or defy an unjust expectation, new ripples would form, and reach new places. Sometimes meeting up to create an entire wave.

Of course, IFYLITA is at its core a romance, and wow, what a romance. I was in literal physical pain during the finale, and I'm still not fully recovered, even with the happy ending. Bright & Nonkul gave incredible performances and I believed every single moment between them. I'm not always a fan of "you're the only one I'll ever love" stories, because life is so much more complex than that, but it was impossible not to get swept up in the emotions here. And the writing all served the story, every moment between them had such purpose.

I only have a couple of little...wishes, let's call them, because I can't even say they're complaints. I wish we had seen a little more interaction between Yai & Euangphueng, as two siblings navigating their queerness and inability to love openly. Yai didn't even seem to be aware that Euangphueng was being confined by Robert, which seemed odd.

My other wish is that we got a bit more time with modern Yai & Jom. They spent so much time making us twist in the angst of the separation, and then we got about thirty seconds of healing. I could have used just a few moments more of basking in the reunion.

I don't know how likely a season 2 is at this point, but damn do I want to see Jom pursue Commander Yai.

But whether we get it or not, I am so grateful to have experienced this show.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Re-Animated is finally out, so that means it's time for PART 2 BABY

EVERY SONG IN ZOMBIES: THE RE-ANIMATED SERIES + SHORTS SUMMED UP IN ONE SENTENCE:

Shorts:

Endless Summer: Zeddison fight existential dread once again, and this time it's their own fault!

Nobody's Better Than Bucky(Im just guessing the title here Idk): How the fUCK DID BUCKY MANAGE TO TAME A WHOLE ASS PLANT MONSTER IN LIKE 5 MINUTES GODDAMN-

What Do We Do Right Now: Genuinely the funniest fucking song in the entire franchise

I Still See You: Ha ha Willa sang a love song to a cricket everybody point and laugh!!!

Series:

My Year (the Re-Animated Remix): GOD I wish we got to see the full version animated...

Repeat: Why the fuck do you people want to redo your senior year of highschool!?!?!?

Zed's Plan: This has the EXACT same energy as the montage song from South Park lmfao

Zoda: Glad to see they're fully leaning into Zed's "clearly becoming class president will let me change the towns laws" bs from the 2nd movie, makes that whole thing feel slightly less stupid

A Zombie and Her Machine: Eliza why are you like this

It's Free Period: Interior crocadile alligator core

Underwater Airplane: It's just Wynter shouting random shit into a microphone Idk what to tell you

When Worlds Collide: I have no clue what the hell she's talking about but at least the song is catchy asf!

Be An Alpha: Now introducing; BUCKY AND WILLA'S MUSICAL ALPHA MALE PODCAST!!!!!!!

We're Bringin' It: Bucky why are you like this

You're Dae: It's me, Bucky, yeah(I'm incredible)

Welcome to Seabrook: Don't have much to say on this tbh it's just the opening number of a school musical, it's def dethroned I'm Winning as least memorable in the series no competition-

Shrimpossible: I didn't understand most of what he was saying but goddamn if Trevor Todjman didn't put his all into that preformance

Meant to Combine: Wyatt and Eliza you cheesy motherfuck- oh shit they're vegans they don't eat cheese nvm

Be Like Me: Basic ass montage song is basic

It's Okay: Men would rather create a giant mud monster, get eaten, and hallucinate their sister singing a song to them before going to therapy smh

I'm a Cat: RAZZMATAZZ MENTION!!!!!!!!

I'm a Box: Literally the best way they could've wrapped up that episode

Back 2 Back: I don't have anything to say about this one either tbh, but it's more memorable than the opening number to the musical!

Okay that's it. Expect a part 3 when the rest of season 1 comes out because there are supposed to be 34 fUCKING songs in this show and these are only 18 of them!?!?!?! Plus I have no idea when the rest of the season is coming out. So.

Also I'll make a Part 4 when the 4th movie comes out :)

Part 1

[bangtanjjks]

there isn't a day in my life after I read acowar where I am not mad about the stupid death bargain between feysand (at least when the universe decided to remind me that it exists, like today. after I read about it again in a fic. it gave me flashbacks. bad ones)

..... is it romantic? YES. GODDAMN. IT'S SO FUCKING ROMANTIC!!!! YOU DIE I DIE??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UPPPPP!!!!!

BUT IT'S ALSO SO FUCKING STUPID IT HURTS ME TO THE CORE OF MY SOUL. like. like. Fey I could understand. she's 20. TWENTY. tf does she knows about leading a whole court of another species? she barely lives as a fae for one year. I won't be fooled into thinking she knows enough on how to basically run a country (hell, nesta probably knows more about running something since she's the first born daughter, mama Archeron probably taught her how to run the household, that's more than what fey would know.)

.

fey is 20 something, she just saw her mate dies in front of her, that's traumatizing. I get it. she wouldn't want to go through that again. emotions are thick so common sense would take a back seat in that situation. BUT RHYSAND???? 500+ YEARS OLD? who's probably been a high lord for more than half of it?? YOU'RE A LEADER BRO. YOU DON'T THINK TYING YOUR LIFE TO SOMEONE ELSE COULD BE CATASTROPHIC???? like.... did he not think of his court, of his people, the very same ones he wanted to protect so bad he'd become amarantha's whore, when making that bargain? what if one day both the high lord and high lady dies. THEN WHAT??? so baffling.

why is that bargain even written in the first place, what is its purpose for the plot progression? Sarah could've just write a hot and steamy feysand post-we-died-but-not-really-war sex and be done with it without the stupid bargain.

almost ruined the ship for me... and then SJM pulled the pregnancy bs. and that was that. that severed any love i had for canon feysand. I love Feyre. I love Rhys. but them together*? no thanks🙏🏼

and that is all. I just... I read a fic with this death bargain mentioned. and now I'm having flashbacks of being 19, stressed out of my mind for finals, and thinking I could find joy and relax when I finally had time to read acowar. only to find out about the bargain. and then acosf happened and..... I haven't touch any books SJM released ever since lmao. I was that betrayed😭

*in canon. I would still eat up any fanon feysand works like it's nobody's business. that's MY high lord and high lady!!!!

[asherheed]

cross the lines we lost

tags: tartaglia/childe x fem!reader, enemies to enemies who fuck, explicit sexual content, minors dni, clit play, nipple play, teasing, inspired by bm/bs and dlb, sex in the golden house

a/n: i don't even simp for childe lol but it fit him better

When Ajax’s lips touched yours, you became a smoldering blaze with a need to consume everything around you.

Your hands searched for something steady—something that would ground you, for fear that you would succumb to the sensation of his body pressed against yours. Ajax traced your lips with the tip of his tongue, swallowing your moans. Your frantic fingers reached out until it found its way to the nape of his neck, pulling the short hair there and you marveled at the way he gasped into your mouth.

His body loomed over you; a tower self-assured of its position in this game of power. You pushed him back, watching his heated expression waver as he toppled onto the sofa. He regarded you curiously. The expression on his face a question if this was just what you’ll give him: a moment that will make him doubt if he was even worthy of touching you like he’s doing now.

To his surprise, you climbed onto his lap, hissing when his erection pressed against your core, wanton pleasure flooding your veins and the desperate control you sought to achieve thawed into the thought of nothing but Ajax.

His teeth scraped the skin of your jaw, and you moved your hips forward. Ajax bit down sharply at the sensation and you let out a breathy moan, closing your eyes as he marked you. You roll your hips again and he groans, the sound reverberating against your ear.

“What do you want?” He whispers softly as if talking will disrupt this moment. He gripped your hips as you tried to move against him. A whine escaped your lips, and he pulled away from you, his piercing gaze trying to carve you in his memory; disheveled and desperate all for him to take.

Take. Just take what you want.

It was at the tip of your tongue.

But there were better words to describe how fervid this inebriety you felt towards him. There were better sentences that could be said if you weren’t so aware of the consequences once the flames die down and you must stop yourself from burning him with you.

You moved away from his lap, and the look on his face schooled into something like disappointment, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t take his eyes off you.

Between the line of lust and cordiality for the sake of everyone else, you knew if this were to happen, you wanted him to know there wouldn’t be anyone else for you. He’d laid claim on you unknowingly, and you let it happen.

He watched as you unbuttoned your clothes, pulling it off your body. His eyes traveled down your chest, the swell of your breasts under the light of the Golden House turned your body into molten gold under his touch. His mouth watered at the sight of you bare in front of him. He swallowed, lips parting in astonishment, and watched as you dipped your fingers in his open mouth before pulling away to coat your nipples with his warm saliva.

His eyes darkened at the sight. He snatched you back to his lap, tethering you to his hips, his mouth immediately latching onto your breast.

Your moan echoed the room as Ajax bent down further to take more of your breast in his mouth. His hand grasped your other breast, pinching your nipple with his fingers sharply. The way his teeth grazed the other nipple made you heady with desperation. The burning sensation of pain and pleasure mingling into Ajax, Ajax, more please—

You ground on his erection to the rhythm of his fingers, whining as he moved his hand away from your breast and down your torso. Your slick stained his pants, but with his harsh breaths and deft hands, he pulled away from your chest and looked more entranced at the sight more than anything.

Your breath hitched, your mind registering the gentle way his fingers brushed your clit. Ajax drew a slow finger up and down, his nose brushing your earlobe.

“Tell me,” Ajax mumbled, his scent overwhelming your senses, the baritone of his voice making you lose sense of what you're supposed to say. “Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you.”

You could only manage a shaky exhale.

“C’mon, ___. Be good to me,” he continued, pulling his hand away without warning. You almost cry at the loss, and you would’ve pushed him away then, leaving him wanting more; but then he slipped the same finger into his mouth, sucking, and your resolve shattered into pieces.

“Touch me,” you replied, breathless, a plea for escape from the ruin that will inevitably be you two. “Just take whatever you want from me.”

You felt the curve of his lips against your skin, and you wondered if he knew how much this will change things. How, by tomorrow, you would have to pretend this never happened. You’ll spend time exploring new places, fighting his people, thinking he hasn’t contaminated your heart like an infection. The guilt ate you up and you pressed your lips against his to ignore the thickness in your throat.

Lifting his hips, Ajax pulled his pants down, kicking it away. He lowered you on top of him slowly, staring him down. It almost felt intimate, the way he brushed the hair falling on your face, your tight grip on his shoulders. His eyes traced your features as if this was the last time, he’d be able to see you. Then you saw it: reluctance.

He answered with a question, “How will I know you won’t regret this?”

And you knew that you’d probably never tell him. Not when he wasn’t a priority in your time here. Not when there were too many obstacles for you to be honest. It wasn’t like he’d never lied to you before. After all, this was all it was: sex.

At least, that was what you’ve convinced yourself of.

So, you replied, “You won’t,” and thrusted him inside you.