#omg i need 2 draw them i need 2 draw them so badly

[pup-pee]

OOHHH MY GOSH MADII AMDIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HDKJAWHFKJSDGALFJA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ARTIST BING THE MSUE IM GONNA SCREAM AAFSIKHAUKJFHWLAUKIHFGKSAJDHGFKJDSHLKGJHDSKJFHASJFAJSKHFK

ALSO SHHSHSJDHJSHD I LOVE THE BACKGROUND I LOVE THE ENTIRE PIECE OMGGGGG PLUSH GRASS!!!! IM GONNA KICK KYLE IN2 THE WATER

Happy birthday!!!!! This is my fifth (5th) Time drawing Kyle and my first (1st) Time drawing Alex!!!!!! please know I miss her-

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THEYRE ON THEIR LIKE 1ST DATE ITS PRE EVERYTHING IMM

ALEX HAS PRETTY MAKE UP ON & KYLE JUST "omg pretyt" OR AKJSFHLJAWK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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[thathorriblebitch]

CHAPTER 8 OMG OMG love love love!! Might post another drawing later??

I WAS TOO LAZY TO DRAW THE MOUTHS SUE ME (if you watch the speedpaint then yk...YK)

SPOILERS 》》》

THE SMUT?! THE MURDER?! CHAPTER 8 WAS A THRILLER!

I loved the conflict of both of them murdering like 3 or more zombies now and the smut at the end omg....

I have 2 main ideas of how the last few moments are being protrayed as:

1. Scar wants grian in a romantic way, not sexual. (Hense kissing him earlier bc he needed to kiss grian b4 he dies) This leads him to help grian get off and he's still glad grian let him get so close to him, but he thinks grian only wants him for his body, not himself.

2. Scar wants to love grian so badly but he's conflicted because it's clear grian still loves him but he also FUCKIN CHEATED and he doesn't get turned on at the end bc he's stuck thinking about how grian had sex with bigb and he was ignored and pushed aside for <whatever reason??> so he's playing tug of war with himself between A) wanting the relationship he and grian had before he cheated and B) loathing grian for cheating on him bc duhhh

Also grian you little shit how dare you cheat on scar, save his life, kill ppl for him, break his heart a billion times over, not address you cheating on him, then go and have sex with him and not even say anything?!?! Like bro, I know you gotta have a character arc but this is ridiculous. ALSO ALSO this is a lovers to enemies (exes) to lovers again WHICH IMPLIES SCAR FORGIVES YOU?? You better resurrect pearl and cub, murder bigb, and save the world or else scar is a straight up victim of emotional abuse.

L&K ( @uhohbestie ) yall keep up the good work, stay safe, and I swear I'm making the playlist, just taking forever bc im lazy lol

[tearscore]

Sweet Home fandom!

Would you guys be interested in an AU of Jung Jaeheon being one of the survivors in the stadium during season 2?

I've been thinking about it for a few days now and I have some ideas in mind to write a fanfic.

I think more than anything the problem in this is "how could he survive?". That's the part I've been thinking about the least and burning my brain cells the most (lol). I also don't want to fall into the magical "OMG, he's alive! (In some way I'll never explain on screen)" but that's probably exactly what I'll do. Forgive me for being lazy.

Back on topic! The interesting thing is the HCs, I guess:

I thought of Jaeheon surviving but suffering the amputation of his left arm and looking too incapacitated to actively collaborate with the rest of the survivors in the stadium. In my AU, others who died in canon like Yuri, Jisoo, Sangwook, etc.... They would remain the same.

Jaeheon would still hold on to his faith, repeating to himself that somehow it is God's will, but why would he still be alive? Probably that would give him time to question deeply about it.

(Writing this I realize how thought out Jaeheon's death was 😭 but I refuse to accept it.)

I think he would probably help Father Peter with the mass and giving faith to the rest so they wouldn't turn into monsters (?). It would be interesting their relationship! I don't think they would necessarily get along badly, but there are things Jaeheon would think Peter shouldn't do from his position, like gambling, and aspects of his attitude that exasperate him. Yet Jaeheon is still really sympathetic as he was with Sangwook back in the day and doesn't take those details to heart.

I get the idea that Father and Jaeheon drink on the sly because they keep each other some company.

I think from his role, Jaeheon would relate to quite a few of the people in the stadium and they might find some comfort in his word. But I think the main people he would spend the most time with would probably be Jinok, Suyeong, Father Peter and Eunyoo (maybe Seokchan and Changyeon, idk).

Although the interactions with Eunyoo were probably to keep each other company in the face of losses, but every time Jaeheon tries to talk, she refuses to do so and takes her usual rude attitude...

OH AND IT WOULD BE SO INTERESTING TO SEE JAEHEON WITH NEOHUMAN SANGWOOK.

He probably wouldn't know that UiMyeong is occupying Sangwook's body and would be hopeful that he's still alive.(I live for this ship, sorry). That he's a bit like Hyunsu seeing Eunyoo during that time.... I need that.

I think that's about the least of my thoughts so far! If you have questions or headcannons to share, I'd love to hear them. I promise I'll draw about it very soon! 😭

[ultfreakme]

ok ok i have 2 things to say:

1) what do you think about yuuji being unaware to junpei having a crush on him?? like, from my part i think he wouldn't see the signs that junpei gave via attitude and corporal language until later. im curious about your takes

2) zukka having a date on the turtleduck pond....... the levels of fluff im dying

Thanks for the ask AAAAHHHHH!!!

Yuuji being oblivious can have two directions; one is that Junpei is trying to hidde all signs that he does have a crush on Yuuji and is failing very badly but literally everyone and their mother knows Junpei has a giant crush on Yuuji. Two is Junpei IS showing his affection, and Yuuji doesn't notice. In the first route, literally no one is having a fun time but Yuuji. Yuuji's like "wow Junpei's so nice, I wonder why he avoids me and acts weird sometimes" and tries to address it but Junpei's like" Me??? WEIRD????? HUH????No I'm not ahahahaha hey anyways wanna talk about this new DVD i got????" In the second, Yuuji has no idea anything is up. He just thinks Junpei is a very near and dear friend who has a lot of consideration for him. And personal hc, if Junpei lived, Yuuji-Junpei would've been the most closest friendship in the group. So now Yuuji's impression of "Best friendship" is Junpei making googly eyes at him, excessive physical contact, cuddling, going on solo hang-outs with the bro(they are basically dates). And everyone else is losing their goddamn minds because these two are practically dating already but Junpei won't CONFESS because he's insecure and scared Yuuji needs to be hit with a rock to figure this out. I think Yuuji, unconsciously, would be doing more romantic gestures and would also FEEL more romantic but he just has not put the label on it. "Oh yeah my heart beats fast around Junpei because I'm usually running to meet him" or "I feel all hot around the collar and blush because he's just so nice when he laughs like wdym you DON'T feel all fluttery too??? Look at him!!" And now Junpei is conflicted because wait is Yuuji....reciprocating? This clown show ends when Nobara and Megumi lock Yuuji and Junpei in their classroom and stage an intervention. Gojo is not helpful at all he keeps staring at them and makes ominous jokes(or threats, no one is sure- it's the Geto trauma getting to him).

2. ZUKKA DATE!!! omg Zuko would be so awkward and shy showing the place to him meanwhile Sokka is like "THE FLUFFIES!!". He's so confused as to why Zuko was acting like he was leading him down the plank just to show this place. It's pretty, it;s cute! Sokka is suffering from a bad case of the butterflies because Zuko's smiling really softly at the ducklings. Sokka is initially a little hesitant about holding them and Zuko thinks its cute how Sokka's like "oh my god, the little dude's nuzzling, they are happy in my hand!!" Zuko probably brought duck feed so they're also feeding them. And maybe it's a chill day so Sokka gets out his brushes and paper to start drawing. It's a terrible drawing but Zuko is on cloud nine because Sokka drew them holding hands and surrounded by the turtleducks. Sokka's trying so hard to make it look good for Zuko because he seems so excited to see it. They'd probably slump against each other under the shade of a tree and watch and relax, Sokka's 100% going to fall asleep on Zuko's shoulder because it's so.....peaceful.....and perfect and he feels safe and warm. Zuko is staying statue-still and admiring Sokka's slack face(literally no one but him thinks its cute, because Sokka sleeps with his mouth wide open and drooling and a little snoring).

[disastress-i-guess]

Ranking the Psichikers based on drawability instead of doing my homework. By drawability I mean how closely I can draw them to canon design btw. Criteria is:

1. Do I need a reference to draw this character?

If I do not need a reference = +1

Sometimes I need it= 0.5

If I do need a reference = 0

2. Are they fun to draw?

Yes = +1

Some parts are fun = +0.5

Not at all = 0

3. Do I want to draw them often?

ALL THE TIME = +1

Frequently = +0.75

Sometimes = +0.5

Not very much = +0.25

Never I only draw them when I have to = 0

4. Can I be creative with this character?

Yes = +1

Sometimes= 0.5

No = 0

That is four questions! Exactly the number of PSIkickers, what a coincidence! Totally not planned at all!

Ranking begins:

4. Reita Toritsuka (1.75/4)

Sorry tori. I need a reference for his hair pretty much everytime I draw him, which to be fair is so far like 4 times in total. Honestly I have a love-hate relationship with his headband because on the one hand, it's kinda iconic, on the other it's fucking horrendous I'm sorry.

Moving on from the hair, the most fun I have with drawing him would be his uniform (I like the rosary beads and Geta) and his face since he's an expressive character so I get to do a lot of fun stuff with that ( this technically does not count since it's not a part of the design but his points are already kinda low, I felt generous).

Lastly, no, I don't really have many "creative" ideas with him, I had maybe 3 but I never really felt passionate enough to finish them I'm sorry.

2. Mikoto Aiura (2/4)

This feels way too low but I can't really break the rules.

I do need to use references to draw her everytime I do ( which I think is...1 time? That is criminally low what the fuck am I doing) mainly due to her hair, speaking of which, I LOVE HER HAIR I LOVE HER NAILS I LOVE HER EYES I LOVE HER!!!! She is so fun to draw and it's so fucking nice to have a character with some fucking MELANIN OMG HER SKIN I AJDBDJ SHADING TANNED/DARK SKIN IS SO FUN WHY DONT I DO IT MORE OFTEN. This doesn't count since it's supposed to be about their canon design but there are so many outfits you can put her in it's crazy!!! I think it's mainly because she's kinda the only one with an aesthetic idk.

I WANNA DRAW HER ALL THE TIME I JUST DONT FOR SOME REASON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??? Off topic I do not draw any of the female characters that often even though I regularly lose my mind thinking about them what's up with that?

Do I get to be creative with her? Not really but that's not her fault that's on me, she's perf I'm just uncreative that's all.

So sadly this is her rank. ATM anyway I'll draw her so often after this trust.

2. Saiki Kusuo (2/4)

He scored 0.5 on everything... How!??? Last I checked he is not Satoru Hiroshi.

Main reason I need a reference is due to the hair which for the most part is a bunch of zig zags and so I don't need it that often.

He is fun to draw, mainly his eyes they are very pretty. I do want to draw him often, I doodle him a lot. I think it's the limiters and glasses. I don't have to worry about him looking accurate cuz if you throw the limiters and glasses on it immediately looks like saiki so Im not that scared about drawing him.

Fun fact a lot of times when I'm drawing him he ends up looking like Kuboyasu. Until I put limiters on. Then all of a sudden it's saiki! Amazing! Chouno Uryoku who?

I guess I'm somewhat creative with him? I have a few ideas laying around, one or two animatics, maybe a fic and a couple crossover fanart ideas. Dunno if I'll ever get around to doing it though.

1. Akechi Touma (3/4)

I SO BADLY WANNA GIVE HIM A 4/4 MAN.

No I do not need a reference I drew him once and then his hair and face were ingrained into my long term memory for eternity in fact i remember it so well I subconsciously gave it to an OC.

Is he fun to draw? FUCK YEAH HE IS. Hair was the problem for all the other characters but not this one, no sir! because THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE HAIR THAT GIVES ME GENDER EUPHORIA. It was my first 'boy' hair cut and I love how androgynous it made me look so looking at him gives me pure joy. And his eyes GOD I LOVE HIS BIG PURPLE EYES SJDIEBD.

I used to want to draw him all the time but I've drawn him too frequently so I need to take a small (miniscule really) break so I can continue liking it. Maybe that'll give me time to draw more Aiura. Anyways I gave him 0.75 on that part but that's entirely my fault for over drawing him. He did no wrong I take the blame.

Can I be creative with him? No not really since just drawing him covered in blood and/or eating sweets does not count as creative in this criteria. But I do have many ideas of just putting him in other universes and meeting my other favs and then the two of them ramble about an interest of choice and are just get to talk talk talk and talk I love them I love their yapping onjdhdiehd and I have a couple of animatic ideas I may never finish. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE HAS A 4/4 IN MY HEART.

Oh god it's 1:22 am I should finish this homework.

[cage-cat-yt]

Big art dump (also happy autism awareness month!)

Ok so first thing was just some art I did for autism awareness month because this sort of thing means a lot to me. These are all just headcanons (except Kayz and Cain but that's cause they're my ocs and canonically) so if yoy wanna hear more about them don't be afraid to send an ask!

Next page I'm actually super proud of, and Khalil is just so fun to color omg omg! Also the Geist and Khalil one was fun to draw. The ship art too once I got the sketch done.

Third thing was just some sketches I wanted to do, I accidentally made Jack's skin tone a little dark (I use Rose beige but used brick brown by accident- oops) but I think it still turned out good. Also the Orange addison is slaying that pose

Next 3 things was an art project for school. We had to make (or remake) album covers or music posters, so I decided to create a theoretical Tesla album! It turned out pretty good, could've done better on the shading tho.

Then there's some sketches for an au where Drunk Guy gets Hanahaki disease! I'm still messing with it but can talk about it if you wanna hear ^^

Then I drew Spamton because I love him and I needed comfort that day really badly.

Then final thing I redrew a scene from entry 61 because I was feeling bad lol.

Also I'm doing better now for people worried.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

Characters

Jack Walten (The Walten Files) <3

Sophie Walten (The Walten Files)

Zero_One (The Living Tombstone)

Hit the snooze girl (the living tombstone)

Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets)

Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Claire (Jack Stauber's Opal)

Yellow Guy (Don't hug me I'm scared)

Katz Macpherson (Josef and Sauer)

Cain Sephtis (Josef and Sauer)

Tim Wright (Marble Hornets) <3

Khalil (The living tombstone oc)

Geist (The Living Tombstone)

Drunk guy (The living tombstone) <3

Wiw guy (The Living Tombstone)

Orange Addison (deltarune)

Unnamed tlt ocs (same species as DG, which in my hc is mostly human but having some tombsona in them, not enough to make much of a difference tho)

Tesla (The living tombstone)

The entirety of the tlt cast on the back part

Spamton (Deltarune) <3

[textingtroublesanswers]

If you're not getting frosting all over your face, you're not eating the cake correctly!

That sounds like a "them" problem!

-🦖

(Ok, Mod B, two things: 1) OMG LUDWIG WITH ICING ON HIS FACE WHEN EATING CAKE I NEED TO DRAW THAT SO BADLY! 2) My first thought was the Robert Atkins "Hamburger" moment but with cake instead ssdhjgsghfdg I'm giggling too much this is so silly I love it!!)

Mod B: Robin's hamburger but with Ludwig & cake would be so damn cute!

Bug pops up from behind the couch again, "I'm also a messy eater. It's way more fun that way!"

"I suppose you're right on it being fun."

[dtaegis]

OMG the way I feel you on Eva x Iris. The way it’s been labeled toxic yuri when they’re not is criminal. THEY ARE ENEMIES TO LOVERS. And I’ve only seen ONE person besides you get that. Even if it being ‘toxic yuri’ started out as a joke, it stopped being funny a long time ago if it were ever funny to begin with. They’re enemies to lovers and the physical manifestation of the Barbie and Ken mugshot meme and I hope more people start to get that. Because I honestly might cry if I have to sit through more of people calling it toxic yuri or some variation. Because it feels like everyone is treating this ship as a punchline and others a punching bag. And it sucks so badly to see a ship get treated this way when it did nothing to deserve it

AND THE WORST PART???? THERE ARE PEOPLE HATING ON IT BC IT'S "TOXIC" WHEN IT ISN'T

my honest to God opinion on whether a ship is toxic is if there's some kind of imbalance or extreme (co)dependence. or. y'know. classic abusive things. iris and eva would be toxic if like, iris was a fan of hers and eva took that to her advantage for iris to drop investigating this criminal that's going around. THAT'D be toxic bc there's manipulation and power imbalance going on

but the cat and rat thing? just enemies to lovers! iris and eva to me read as cunty lesbians sherlock and moriarty honestly (the classic adc version), just 2 extremely intelligent people that are on opposite sides, but if it were for one small change, either of them could change sides

it has the potential to be the most interesting jd couple and we could get another queer couple, but nooo people have to label normal fucking ships as "toxic" bc Gor forbid a couple disagree on some things

also LMAO i love your interpretation of them being the manifestation of the barbie and ken mugshot meme. i need to see a drawing of it now

[shirogane-oushirou]

i'm getting so into this au rhghhghhghh let!! those!! boys!! be little birthday boys and talk for hours about niche topics!!!!!!!!!!

r!ren's a very "0 to 100 to 0 again" kind of guy so i think as long as they can meet on SOME common ground they can at least have that kind of vibe to their friendship, yeah skjdnkjfsn!!! that's such a fun way to imagine it though, especially with their very different (normal ass vanilla ass human vs mischievous ghost) but very similar (putting up a tougher face to protect themselves as they face the idea that they were harmed, accident or otherwise, by someone close to them) circumstances. they've have such an.... interesting push-and-pull relationship KJASNDKJN.

1) 10000% he'd get scared by Big Laugh Jumpscare kjnskjdn, he's kind of a wuss in spite of everything ;;;; we have the dynamic of "he hides his face in my neck when we're watching horror movies" LMAO, so he would absolutely struggle between being scared shitless and wanting to get to know more about mike hehe -- mike would absolutely be able to milk some good screams out of him while he adjusts.

2) YESSSSSS he wouldn't even feel the need to infodump back if mike gets on a roll, he'd gladly sit there as a captive audience kjsnfkjn. he's so curious about everything, so talking with someone who has SUCH a different perspective on how the world Works would make him SO happy!!!! (honestly i wouldn't mind it either, that sounds like a fun time tbh -- and i'm sure klythe could also provide a different but equally interesting perspective!!!)

omg now i'm thinking about how ren would react to that bc he'd be SO torn -- he loooooooooves going to interesting, unconventional locations (again, curious about Anything and Everything), but he's also such a "don't bother others if they don't bother me first" guy (except v!ren ofc -- he'd be pretty chill with anything i think, as long as it isn't dangerous to me sjkdkjn), but also ALSO he WANTS to fuck around and find out sometimes!!!

i think he'd go along with whatever mike's found for them to do, and in the end he'd be like "...yknow what? that was terrifying. i'd be down to do it again" JKDKJNASDK, especially if he's building a good rapport with mike all the while. bc. fwend. =w=

3) i feel like even when he's being his usual self, ren would appreciate like... he doesn't have to mask around mike. like "oh this guy does NOT expect for me to be Normal (tm) and Exceptional (tm) and Perfectly Friendly And Well Put Together In All Interactions (tm)??? sick." like he could just exist and vibe KJNKSJADN. and in r!ren's case he could have that back-and-forth and still feel like he hasn't scared anybody off LMAO.

and then if they DO get serious they might find that common ground that gives their more usual conversations an extra Layer~~

4) it would be shoooooooo kyoooooot. gonna take pics of them talking like a little weirdo bc they get enthusiastic 🥺 kjsndkjfn.

ren's the same fr -- masking almost all day every day has worn him down, and having one more person he can just Be Real With would be SUCH a relief!!!!!!! i want this to happen SO BADLY FOR BOTH REN AND MIKE KJNSAKJDN. once i have drawing energy i want to doodle them together bc sdkjnkjn they'd be so silly next to each other but also they both deserve to have Open and Real (tm) people around them.

i may be downloading the game Right Neow so i can get a grasp of what longhope is like (and actually for real meet your man) so i can say all of the above with confidence instead of just making endless assumptions and hoping i'm right LMAO ;;; i want them to be fwendssssss!!!! and i need to know what mike is really like to picture it in my mind's eye!!!! 😫

Bestie, I think that Ren and Mike would have a lot of fun together! They have similar vibes imo, and they could both infodump to each other about all kinds of stuff too... like crowbars, and how best to deliver the birthday boy line to ppl who wanna punch them xD

(This isn't based purely on nothing but the memes we both rbed, nooooooo 😂)

But they do seem to have a similar kind of mischievous spirit to them, don't they? 😉

☆ • @radioghosts-freakster • ☆

omfg kjsndkjfnkjn, okay but v!ren legit would ABSOLUTELY be up for some purposeful fuckery with mike if the target is right kjsfnkjn. all of the rens have a vindictive streak, but v!ren's the most proactive about acting on those feelings. if he has a good reason, petty or otherwise? full "i'm just a little birthday boyyy~~~~" skdfnkj.

and while he won't make the first move, if someone bothered mike and r!ren, ooooooh he'd be SO down for a fight ksdnfkjn (but on that same thread, if mike tried to pick a fight with him he'd be just as eager to fight back lol lmao. their friendship might be. volatile kJNASKFJN.)

and i think ALL of the rens would be SUPER interested in chatting with mike!! just like. 1) ghost??? 👀👀👀 (after panicking a bit bc he's kind of a scaredy cat), 2) with mike being a radio dj, he must be just generally fun and easy to shoot the shit with, 3) mike seems very no-bullshit, so ren might feel like he can Fucking Relax For Once around him LMAO, 4) THE INFODUMPINGGGGG. we'd be watching them for a while like 💕💕💕 but they'd just. keep going. we'd have to drag them both away from each other kjnskjdnf ;;;

[meltwonu]

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

8. “Like what you see?”

notes; sugar-daddy!seokmin, sugar-baby!reader, softdom!seokmin, size!kink, dirty talk. Omg finally! 😭💕 First drabble of the new year kfhskdf, I was meant to finish this cycle last year but y’kno, as things would have it.. Lol ☠️ANYWAY, i’m gonna be redoing some of the graphics for my tumblr at some point and hopefully have the time to update my masterlists and catch up to inbox msgs 😮‍💨 I know there’s a lot from dec I never got to answer bc of um everything that happened lol 😵‍💫 I am also telling myself to worry less about the lengths of my drabbles so we’ll see how that goes! 🥲💕 I was really obsessing over them being a certain length but I need to be less harsh on myself, I think 🥲 Thank you for always supporting me, let’s have a lot of fun this year too! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

ps. this man has the largest cock. confirmed 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥 LOL

*queued post.

Seokmin pays you an extra $800 to stay the night; tells you he needs to relieve some work stress and can’t do it alone.

“Ngh, f-fuck, S–Seokmin, w-wait…”

The head of his cock teases your entrance as your teary eyes open to peer up at him - his hair mussed and already sweaty as you bite your bottom lip.

You’d been under Seokmin’s mercy for the better part of an hour now.

“Like what you see?” He smirks.

“I–I’m, a-ah, y-yeah but–but last time…”

Your cheeks burn as you remember the last time he’d fucked you; his thick cock making you cum as soon as he’d bottomed out and then making you black out as soon as he’d filled you up with his cum when he finally reached his orgasm.

He’d paid you extra then too - a cute sorry note adorning the bouquet of roses he’d had shipped to your apartment afterwards.

“Ah, last time… But I prepped you well this time, didn’t I, sweetheart? Or do you want more of my tongue on that sensitive ‘lil clit of yours, hmm? Maybe more of my fingers spreading your sweet ‘lil pussy open for my cock?”

He swivels his hips and teases your entrance with the head of his cock - sweet, soft moans rolling off of your lips when he slowly dips the tip in.

“I–no, p-please, I don’t t-think I can, mmnh, w-wait any longer… Please, S–Seokmin… I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck m-me this badly…”

The tears well up in your eyes from frustration - your entire body alight with desire as Seokmin smirks down at you.

“Oh? You finally get a taste of my cock and now look at you, sweetheart… So needy and desperate to be filled, huh? You want me to fuck your needy ‘lil cunt into the shape of my cock, don’t you?”

“Y–yes! Seokmin, please! Hurry!”

You shake your hips and try to get him to sink his cock into you, only for him to laugh and lick his lips in return.

“You’re so cute when you beg, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make sure that all you remember and think about is how well my cock fills you up.”

Your mouth opens in a silent moan as Seokmin starts to sink his cock in; your toes already curling behind his back at the delicious stretch that has your mind hazy..

“Relax for me, sweetheart~ Be a good girl for me~”

His cock immediately curves perfectly into your sweet spot as you cry out his name and try to hold back from cumming as soon as he bottoms out.

“O-oh, god, mmngh, Seokmin, y–you’re so b-big… Ah…”

Seokmin grunts as he peers down; eyes drinking in the way your pussy is stretched around his thick girth.

“Mm, so proud of you for not cumming yet~” He teases. “D’you think you can hold out~?”

You clamp your teary eyes shut just as he lets out a teasing chuckle - goosebumps rising on your skin as soon as he draws his hips back to start shallowly thrusting back into you.

“I d-don’t know, ngh, i–it feels too g-good...”

Seokmin’s eyes twinkle as he watches your face contort in pleasure; cock throbbing inside your hot cunt as your walls only suck him in deeper.

“I know, sweetheart~ But you’re doing so well taking all of my cock~ It could barely fit last time but you’ll get used to it, won’t you? I’ll have to reward you for being so good for me~”

The teasing lilt in his voice makes your back arch off of the bed as the head of his cock slams your g-spot repeatedly and you find yourself slowly losing your self-control as the pleasure washes over you.

And Seokmin knows.

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, don’t cum just yet~”

“Buh–but... Seokmin...”

You let out a sniffle as your walls tighten around his cock and he’s quick to halt his movements as he leans down until his face is only centimetres from your own.

“If you can hold out and not cum until I let you, I’ll let you take my car and my black card while I’m in my meeting tomorrow morning. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

[gentil-minou]

I really REALLY love your writing (especially “Batter Up, Buttercup”, and I’m wondering… Do you have any tips for more descriptive writing? Any uncommonly used words or expressions? I’m trying to better myself as a writer and could really use some advice!

Omg thank you because sometimes I worry I am too wordy so it's nice to hear when people like that sort of thing, and honestly I'm so excited to answer this/ My secret is that I picture reading (both my fics and when I read) vividly with as many details as I can and I write down the bits that are important to me, and then I use a ton of references when I need it!

Sometimes I can get in the right mood by playing things out like the would be in a movie, so like for example if in the movie version I want to highlight the way the light coming in from the windows reflects in a character's eyes, I'll describe it that way. Other times, especially high romance or tension scenes I draw it out as long as possible and picture every action and try to explain them precisely. And since dialogue heavy scenes are my weakness i will write the script part first and picture the characters talking, then go back and write in the descriptive bits.

The issue becomes when you are over descriptive, and that's something I'm still trying to navigate. But the general rule I follow is: If the scene is slow and high tension, with emphasis on character emotions -> more descriptive. If the scene is meant to fast paced -> less descriptive and being strategic with it.

Things like body language are really good for conveying a characters mood, and if you like to focus deep in one person's point of view like me it helps to think about how they might be percieving another character's actions (then you can have some real fun, where the reader can easily interpret another character's emotions but the POV character's thoughts say they are totally wrong, like what I did with Adrien in Batter Up, Buttercup fdshdgsd)

I also like using the surroundings as a way to set a scene and also offer a moment of peace, but it depends on what you are trying to convey. (An example: in Soft Like Sunshine I used a lot of sun and weather imagery as metaphors for Mari's anxiety and when she start's to spiral, then moments of light when things become good again). I also like to keep one metaphor throughout the story I keep coming back to (In BUB it's puzzle pieces but as the story gets longer I'm finding alternatives, and in Aftershocks I used earthquakes). But I think this is more a stylistic thing

And this is the big one: REFERENCESSSSSS. I always heard that artists use references and are even encouraged to, so when I found out my writer friends didn't use references I was kinda shocked. I use a bunch especially for descriptive words, so here's a list!

Onelook Reverse Dictionary and Thesaurus - this one i use a lot, especially for metaphors. the soft like sunshine fic relies heavily on metaphors of sun and light and darkness and i needed this site sooooo badly otherwise i'd have just written shine a millions times lol

Body language cheat sheet - suuuuper important in conveying emotion without having to write it

More body language

Describing eyes

Facial expression

Tips for writing about pain - haven't published the chapters yet but I used a lot of this when writing the angsty/panic/nightmare scenes in Soft Like Sunshine (um spoiler alert oop)

Alternative words for said: 1 and 2

I use this site a lot for just some ideas and advice, especially the articles under Expressions and Vocabulary. Some of my faves were the alternatives for laugh, and walk, and angry, etc

Flirting - necessary for my socially awkward ace self

How to write a kiss - this helped me go from 0 confidence in kiss scenes to super confident

And finally I think the most important tip is if you want to say something but can't think of how to say it, google it! I think at first I started with like "writing angst" tips or something and there were a lot of useful articles!

[gojology]

Lovebirds.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 |  omg this is my first request. ilysm anon, im now feelin super cool. also, i just realized i put recc (as in recommended) instead of requests. i’m super stupid LOL. anyways, im touch starved too dw bby, i’m servin u up a long one since i rlly like this request and after all u r my first! 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo x Wife! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2307 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Coming home from a long mission in America, precisely 1 year, you’re excited to catch up on Gojo’s students, Nanami, and just Gojo in general.   Leaning out of the car window, resting your arm against your purse, you sighed. A humid wind brushed against your skin, tickling you. It had been quite a while since you had been in Japan, spending almost a year on a huge mission in America. You had killed a battalion worthy amount of special grades.   You spent most of your time in America in mostly horribly rundown places, equally as infested with curses. Although you found yourself enjoying America’s natural beauty, further away from the city life that many of the Americans found themselves enjoying, you much preferred Japan. after all, it was your home, and where you met Gojo Satoru. It would be another day until you could return, and you had gone through hundreds of scenarios of finally being in his arms again, but nonetheless, you were ecstatic at the thought of your husband’s touch.   Your phone’s notification chimed loudly, you threw your phone onto the other seat, heart jumping up to a high rate. It was a recording of Satoru loudly yelling, “OPEN YOUR FUCKING PHONE!” with a flurry of giggles afterwards.    Ijichi jumped, turning left and right. Whispering under his breath, he let out an exasperated sigh, switching the music channel.    The recording was mostly because of the time you had to ghost him due to work. Gojo had snuck on and recorded it, doing some magical tech stuff and giving you the custom notification sound. You had kept it that way ever since, since secretly, you enjoyed that you were so badly wanted by Gojo, that, and you had no idea how to change it back.    But the custom notification was sweet as well.   You smiled to yourself every time you heard it, a familiar twinge of pain flashing inside of you whenever you realized you wouldn’t be able to see him for a while.   Well, today, and the days after that would be different. You’d be able to finally see Gojo again, and his new students that he always frantically texted you about. Nanami, an old friend of Gojo, and also an old friend of yours, would also be there to welcome you back, you found yourself reminiscing about them.   You had heard so much about them, one of the kids being Sukuna’s vessel, you wondered how Gojo could contain such a fear, being around the kid at all times, he always told you about how the kid was actually energetic and happy and an overall great kid, you had heard about Nanami, finally coming back into the jujutsu sorcerer field of work, even though you always found that he still had a thing for finances.   You shook your head, “Save that shit for later, (Y/N).” muttering to yourself, you didn’t want to think of anything but Gojo, after all, it had been one fucking year of being deprived of the man you loved most. You were practically starving for the guy, in more ways than one.   Ijichi gulped, facing towards you, one hand on his steering wheel, “Forgive me Mrs. Satoru, but um.. Forgive me if I misheard, but I think I heard your phones notification go off.. Due to the ah- incredibly loud profanity.”   Now just realizing that you had completely forgotten about the phone notification, you nodded your thanks to Ijichi, a warmth rushing to your cheeks before opening up your phone.    In the small, rounded box containing Gojo’s message, he wrote in all caps, “SUGAR, MY BELOVED, MY QUEEN, HOW CLOSE ARE YOU? I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT I’M LITERALLY BOUNCING UP AND DOWN IN OUR BED.”   Smiling to yourself, you furiously texted back, “Calm down honeybun, I’ll be there in like, 24 hours, I’m not even fucking close.”   You almost instantly got a DM back, making you jump a bit in your seat. Even with the 5 years of friendship, and the 3 years of relationship, and the 2 years of marriage, he still almost always texted you back as quickly as possible.   “God I can’t fucking wait for you to meet the kids! We’ll keep it a surprise, yeah? We have a bunch of treats, and we also got the kids to get some gifts for you! How thoughtful aren’t they? They’re MY offspring by the way, so like, you know, whenever you want a kid, it’s your call ;)”   You snorted to yourself, smiling. He genuinely seemed so excited, and it was all shining through even though it was from a screen.    “Maybe in a few years, I don’t even wanna imagine a little you.”   Despite the excited, bubbling feeling brewing bigger and bigger in your stomach, you figured it’d be best to sleep before the chaos. Happily sighing, you laid down, using your purse as a pillow, drifting into a blissful sleep.  ‧₊˚✩彡.   You awoke to a sudden halt, Looking around your surroundings, you figured you were home. Ijichi looked like he was damn near about to fall asleep on the steering wheel.   Well, maybe that’s what 24 hours of constant driving did to you. You fished around in your purse, silently cursing looking for a water bottle.   “Here, Ijichi, looks like you ran a marathon.” you grinned, handing the slightly crumped water bottle to him.   He beamed as if a guardian angel had descended down and gave him a trillion dollars.   “Mrs. Satoru! You really mean it? The ride was nothing, I was merely instructed to do so and I would’ve done it happily regardless.”   You waved your hand, as a dismissal of the conversation. “You overwork yourself Ijichi, go catch a break, on me. If Gojo tears you apart, tell him he won’t be getting any pussy from me for another year.”   Ichiji nodded vigorously, before dashing off, probably towards a massage center, God that guy needed it. ‧₊˚✩彡.    Gojo frantically hopped up and down, it had been a day, now he was just waiting for you to bust through the door in your wild hair, his legs sprawled onto the whole of a couch, he stared at the ceiling, a dopey smile spread across his face.     “Satoru. (Y/N) will not even want to be associated with you, looking at your current state.” he remarked, staring at the sorcerer with his strikingly dead eyes.     “Nanami, how the fuck am I supposed to act calm?! I’ve waited for this moment for ONE YEAR! Does my hair look normal?!”    “Your hair looks just like an albino porcupine, just as usual.” Flipping the page of his newspaper, he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I will never understand how someone like (Y/N) would be.. Interested in you, Satoru.”     Gojo paid no attention to the insult Nanami had so clearly made, his ears were perked up, eavesdropping on a distant conversation coming closer and closer.     “Gojo-Senpai was telling me about this movie while training my cursed energy! He basically spoiled the whole thing but he told me that the main character was super annoying but apparently she dies in the end in the most gruesome way possible! It’s worth the watch, your soul will feel cleansed as soon as you see her lifeless body!”     “Yuuji, you literally spoiled the whole thing to me just now.” Fushiguro calmly stated, looking bored out of his mind.     “Oh, oops.” Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck. He smiled coyly, tightly hugging his present.    “What’s with the decorations, Gojo-Sensei?” inquired Nobara, stroking her warm toned brown hair. She had figured it was something about the presents that Gojo had forced the trio to get, but he never told them who it was for.    The room had been decorated with various balloons and confetti, scattered about, on the table and the ground. A cake box wrapped with a gigantic bow limply guarded whoever was brave enough to get their hands on something that Gojo seemed to be protecting with his life.    A pink table cover with a crudely drawn Gojo and what would seem to be a girl, a heart in the middle of the pair. In a horrible font with an even awfuller text, the text on top and at the bottom of the drawing proudly stated:    “WELCOME BACK QT”    “-YOU’RE HUSBAND AND THE CREW”    Nobara stood in distaste, trying to disguise the face she made. The drawing, the misused you’re, and the overall poor design choice was enough to almost make her vomit.     Nobara, about to make her distasteful statements about the whole mess, was suddenly shut up as Gojo started hopping up and down, looking directly at his phone.   “SHE’S COMING! SHE’S COMING! EVERYONE IN YOUR PLACES!”    Now, seeing Gojo freak out wasn’t outside of the ordinary, but it was to see him freak out to this extent. He was hopping up and down, blabbering about a certain woman named (Y/N). Nobara was pretty sure that if a curse attacked right now, even a special grade comparable to the one with the uncomplete domain could completely crush Gojo, the guy seemed completely unaware of the example he was setting to the kids. Even Yuuji stood in disbelief, and he had seen multiple tantrums by Gojo.   Nanami, however, licked his finger and flipped the newspaper page. A face of boredom obviously displayed.     Nobara, preparing herself to chew Gojo out about how utterly stupid and embarrassing he made the whole class of jujutsu sorcerers look like, stopped wide eyed as she looked at the doors slide wide open. ‧₊˚✩彡.    You stood, shyly, looking at the ground. Gojo dove headfirst into your arms, laughing like a maniac and digging his face into your shoulder. You breathed in his scent, scanning the room.     Three teens, sat wide-eyed, backs straight as they looked at you with eyes you couldn’t quite read. All three of them held presents.     The one with eyelids underneath his eyes (which you assumed was Yuuji, the vessel of Sukuna) eyed you curiously, his eye twitched.     The other boy, one with wild black-blue hair, sat mouth agape, before closing it. He looked like he was about to say something, before stopping entirely and hugging his present closer to his chest.    The warm haired girl darted her eyes between you two, seemingly trying to put the puzzle together.     Nanami put the newspaper down, glancing over to you two.    “This is obviously Gojo-Senpai’s wife. He hasn’t seen her in many months, and as you can see, really really misses her.” he paused, a small smile spreading on his face, a rare sight.     “I don’t even know why myself, but what can you do with lovebirds?” he thought aloud, his attention now focused to the two of you furiously making out, hands in places Yuuji and the crew didn’t need to see.    “Satoru, (Y/N), leave the kissing for later. Don’t you see the kids?”     You detached yourself from his mouth, panting for breath. The air being exhaled out of his nose fanned over your face, you had just now realized the kids again.     “Satoru, lets sit down. I bet the kids are surprised. “ you motioned to the couch. Gojo whined.     “What? They’re not that dumb, they can tell you’re my wife or at least, you’re my girlfriend, just by the way we kiss right? Isn’t this telling enough?”     “You didn’t tell them about me, ever did you?”     He sighed in defeat, holding tightly onto your arm as you dragged him over and sat down on the comfortable couch, opposite of Yuuji and the crew. Nanami scooched over, before finally getting up to pull another chair from somewhere else. Grunting, he excused himself from the room.     “YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND, GOJO-SENPAI? AND DIDN’T TELL US?” Yuuji questioned, looking like he was about to faint.    Gojo laughed, snuggling deeper onto you, almost like a koala.     “She’s my wife, aren’t you, sugar? Did you even pay attention to anything Nanami said? He literally said she was my wife.”     Megumi made an obvious gagging sound, but even he didn’t seem as bored as he was usually. He actually looked intrigued.     “Why didn’t you tell us, Gojo-Senpai?” the girl nagged, slamming her fist down on the table.     Gojo smiled, “Uh, well, I wanted it to be a surprise when she came back.”     “Couldn’t you have told us that you had a wife or something?” Megumi butt in.    The door slid open, Nanami coming in with a wooden stool.     “Knowing Gojo-Senpai, that probably went over his head.” grunting as he placed the wooden stool down and sat, he opened his newspaper again.     “Where do you guys know eachother?”    “Was Gojo-Senpai handsome back in highschool too?”    “Do you know what lipgloss Gojo-Senpai wears?”    “Gojo-Senpai, how did you know you loved her?”     “Gojo-Senpai, can we eat now?”     “Do you know why Gojo has such a horrible sweet tooth?”      Before you could even respond, Nanami put his hand up.     “Now, now, lets let the happy couple settle down.” he cleard his throat, not even making eye contact with anyone but the newspaper.     An audible chorus of groans sounded, “What do you expect us to do? We literally just met her!” moaned Yuuji.    “Weren’t you the one that literally asked if we could eat yet?”    Yuuji immediately shut up afterwards.     “Yuuji, she just came back from a 1 day trip. She should be laying down comfortably with Gojo-Senpai and they should be catching up. You’ll have the opportunity to talk to her and learn about her later. Right now she needs space.”    “But-” Nobara whined, clasping her hands together.    Nanami turned to Fushiguro, but even he had his mind set. “I didn’t even begin to think that Gojo had a wife. I really want to know more about her, if you think about it, this is all Gojo-Sensei’s fault.”    Nanami rubbed his temples, staring at the two of you for backup, realizing that you two were making out again.    Nanami sighed, 10 years later and you two were still the same.    

[alikaheroes]

WOW!! What a night. I can finally say I’ve seen @halsey in concert 🥺😭❤️ So thankful! Such a fun time! 💖💖 #LoveAndPowerTour

*Added July 16

Halsey: Love and Power Tour 2022

Five Point Amphitheater 

Irvine, CA 

Saturday, July 9, 2022 

The FivePoint Ampitheater is outdoors and looks amazing

Cornhole games!

Got my Whispers bag for merch (will print the poster at home LOL) 

Chicken strips, fries, and a Pepsi

Random friends: Mom with her daughter from Long Beach, guy from Long Beach, Marine girl from San Clemente

The Marias were so good, I highly recommend them.

They played “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High” by the Arctic Monkeys and I loved it

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Chapter 1: The Capture 

Love the intro like from the IICHLIWP trailer

THE TRADITION 

CASTLE! Mic flip!

Halsey asking if we know what to do when the chorus drops and me shouting OH YEAH!! 

Halsey saying to STOP THAT TRACK

She doesn’t usually like to pit cities against each other (random guy shouting, WHAT IRVINE??)

Show is almost 2 hours long, baby, gonna need a lot of energy! She can see everyone all over 

My OMG realizing she’s restarting Castle 

EASIER THAN LYING HIGH ENERGY 

you should be sad is the best country song ever, we all stomped our feet! 

Firework shower with the Yeah-Yeah-YeahYeah Yeah 

I loooove the rock demo version of 1121 and of course the Die For Me track-I SOLD 15 MILLION RECORDS FOR A BREAKUP NOTE 

CHAPTER 2: RELEASE

The intro for Graveyard from the LA show with the Euphoria vibes 

“I really like you guys. You’re a cool ass f*cking crowd, I really f’ing love you guys. Wanna sing along with me going forward? 

COLORS!! The Badlands feels are so real 

How are you guys feeling right now? 

Absolutely never ever stops to blow my f’ing mind that I get to perform on stage and perform in front of a crowd that looks like this!

First show she ever played around these parts, Observatory? Asked Sheperd 

Played for 100 people (might be generous) 

Lighting power run through the kitchen, no fries that night 

Don’t wanna spend too much time talking, last night of tour little emotional (aww) 

How many people is this your first time seeing me in concert? How many have seen me before? 

Oh My Good Goooood? Loudest response for this tour of that question

Can tell you been rocking with me from the beginning 

Whether here for beginning, or 5 min before walked in building

Really grateful to have you here

Make sure tonight is the best concert you’ve ever seen in your f’ing life 

Hurricane with the Room 93 visuals ahhh 

LILITH!! My favorite! I shouted YES because it wasn’t on the setlist the night before and I was too happy to see it! I’m all “AW YEAH” during the beginning before I sing along. I also love the visuals with the Titane vibes

I heard the Lighthouse Siren and was sooo hyped, them O’Jays Ship Ahoy vibes at this concert had me emotional. 

“This Woman Will Not Go Quietly” line from the film 

One of my favorites, the rock Banshee vibes, beautiful visuals, I’m so in love 

killing boys - The whole crowd shouting “I’mma Uma Thurman your ass” was poetic

“You’re gonna hear the weird sh*t before you get the hits because that’s my style, but you begged for this so you better f’ing sing!” 

GIRL IS A GUN!!! 

YES!

TALK 2 (Chapter 3: Reflect) 

Be Kind drawing time!! 

Done paintings every single time something different

Those close in her life, do you plan? I mean, come on

No, Absolutely Not 

Do you plan what you’re gonna say? Set list before you get there? Same. 

This tour has been a lesson for me in embracing surrendering control (mild cheer for that—I did for the song Control) 

Used to get on stage wanting so badly it all to be perfect

Looks back on pics of sparkly costumes doing choreography and goes who tf is that? 

You guys know that feeling? It’s not just a musician thing. You see pics of yourself when you were younger you’re like who tf is that?

Kinda the same thing, 50 million pictures like that on Google

Ask at the beginning of show, what matters more to the story, is it good or is it true? 

Look at self in pictures, true to herself then, being true 

Some songs that she’s written doesn’t relate to same way? Does that make them untrue? Words not me anymore even tho they were at some point…little bit of a mindf*ck. Idk, kinda crazy

Most true version of myself is up here with a pen in my hand, canvas in front of me, and like 20,000 people that I love with my f’ing heart (I screamed WE LOVE YOU) 

When I look back in a couple years, won’t think omg who tf is that, will think wow, I was so lucky to be that person once in my life, so thank you. 

Songs about difficult times, used to be very sad alll the time. Still pretty sad all the time but wanna say if you’re here and share that same mentality, look back at version of you that related to sad songs and not that person anymore, sing your heart out tonight. Get it all out. When you leave, don’t take that old person with you, you’re not that b*tch anymore. You gotta exercise the demons and leave them on the floor 

This song is called 100 Letter 

100 Letters, everyone had their phones up with lights

TALK 3 (Pre 929)

In the spirit of the show of not letting things being perfect. 

Like the worst ever sang, on the verge of tears the entire time. 

imma gonna fight this I’m not gonna f’ing cry, I’m gonna do it! 

I did not do it. I failed. Miserably haha 

G-damn not even halfway through the set and I’m already crying 

“Where the f you at?” I coughed. 

HALSEY CHANT

Are you trying to make you make me cry? Are you guys playing a game with me? This is some sick f’ing twisted sh*t you’re doing. And you guys trying to make me cry more this is some sick sh

Believe me sang song 100 times it doesn’t make me cry anymore 

About to cry because knew what song comes after it, haven’t played it in years 

Probably most important song written for self in entire life.Really wanted to perform it in front of you guys tonight 

Dad to finally call me, he did (AWW) 

I wasn’t in love them (but I sure as F am now!!!) 

Done being sad, no more being sad long night ahead of us, TIME TO BE GAY

HONEY 

Me: HONEYYYY 

Went into 3AM

ME: YESSS

She’s laughing during it so cute!!

Fireworks and playing with guitarist

Talked about how fast song is and you don’t need to know the words 

TALK 4 (Thankful to fans, curfew) 

I know for a fact people on my team backstage rn like, “She good?” 

Are you OK? Did somebody slip you something before the show? WTF is going on?

Soaking up every second possibly can because this is the last night and love what I do so f’ing much

I hope from bottom of night you can see it all over my face how much I love being up here and being with you

Why get out here and do a show 2 horus long

Other do hour, get on stage, F off and leave

Wanna be here every f’ing second until the cops come up and yank me off stage for breaking curfew

F’ing love what I do!

Thank you for letting me do it love you guys so f’ing much! 

STOMPING FEET

So Good - like a couple weeks new don’t get too excited. 

“I love getting to play this song when he’s standing back there” LOVE TO ALEV

BAD AT LOVE - YES 

HOLD ME DOWN 

SHE DID THE SPLITS 

TALK 4 (BAND/Ring Announcer)

Most incredible musicians and people and friends 

So lucky all agreed to come on the road with me

Could’ve been doing something much cooler, I promise haha 

Usually make fun of them during this part 

Drums - next season of Bachelorette

Keys - Terrified of goldfish 

Make something up and embarass them

Too heartfelt, need you guys to be so loud for me 

DRUMS: Harry (will you guys please give it up for Harry!) 

GUITAR: Liv 

Don’t f’ing look at me I’ll cry 

KEYS Bonnie 

Halsey says she’s calling them out like a ring announcer

AND OVER HERE CHECKING IN AT 245 POUNDS HE IS TOUGH (I audibly said omGGG LITERALLY MY BRAND WITH MY WRESTLING LOVING SELF I lost it here) HE HAILS FROM IRVINE CA

YESS WHOOO

That’s my impression…this is why everyone on my team is gonna say somebody drugged me

Last show with tme as well, grateful to have support on road 

Part do 2 more songs, prepare to leave, comeback and do encore 

HALSEY CHANT 

For what? What did I do? I didn’t even do anthing

WHISPERS

GO BACK AND F HIM 

GASOLINE! FIRE (I love hearing my name in it) 

Chapter 4: Reflect

Flashing lights and rock music

Jumps up with flames and PYRO

NIGHTMARE 

Statistics for Abortion (my camera shut off for it ofc but it was PHENOMENAL) 

TALK 5 (Abortion Rights/Political)

Put in show 5 weeks before Supreme Court decision and statistics were much different then

We’re here in our little island 

Second to say as long as I have a microphone and stage if your well being livelihood and happiness at stake I will always f’ing be political 

In case you couldn’t tell, so many people in the crowd I recognize I’ve met so many times, who stories I know, parents I know, journeys through school work and life that I know, break f’ing heart if something going on in this world cause you bodily harm to get care you need and I did nothing about it

If politics aren’t your thing all good, 

Just learned a valuable lesson don’t come to a Halsey concert then.

Little bit of time

CHANT

MY BODY - Audience: MY CHOICE 

“THANK YOU!”

Music is political. Everything is political. Brave to leave house come here exactly as you are. Clothes you were. Words you sing. People you love. Things you do. Everything is f’ing political 

Running up that hill with the flame bar

WITHOUT ME 

Went into audience, guy had sign said his BF broke his heart, Halsey said “F HIM” to flip off hurtful ex

Confetti!! 

Acapella, 

“Put you up there, I don’t know why” - audience

I Am Not A Woman I’m a God 

Irvine. Thank you guys so much for an incredible night. So glad I got to close out this tour with you. This will be my last tour here for a really long time playing shows here in the states so I really love you and I really appreciate you for a great night. Did you have fun? Get home safe. I love you!

Y’aburnee playing on way out 

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[jackrrabbit]

Unprofessional [pt. 2] /// Yandere Tendou x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Bro can I request a super smutty yandere tendou x reader please there’s literally no content for him and I’m just a honry simp for him 😔 (also your writing is FANFUCKINGTASTIC I have read and reread all of your docs dude at least twice in conclusion you’re my favorite writing blog now)

A/N: Thank you omg I’m so honored, seriously I’m blushing?? Also I love Tendou too so ty for the request. Finished the second (and final) part one day late for his birthday  🎂🥳🎁🎊🎉

Summary: The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 1]

Tags/warnings: yandere, timeskip (Tendou is 23), noncon, mildly inebriated sex, restraints/bondage, threats, Tendou is incapable of shutting up, liberal use of “senpai”

You look so cute like this, wrapped up like a pretty birthday present just for him. Tendou likes you so much it hurts.

Your breaths are intentionally steady, like you’re counting out the proper number of seconds on each inhale and exhale in an effort to appear calm. Your chest heaves lightly, and he’s got an almost-perfect view of it with your blouse unbuttoned and your bra pushed up over your tits. He’d prefer to have you completely topless, but with your hands tied behind your back with his belt, his options are limited.

Tendou’s already shimmied your sensible pencil skirt down over your thighs to expose your legs. You looked so sexy in just your open shirt and pantyhose, but he had to take the hose off for access. Besides, removing the sheer black fabric (slowly, so that it wouldn’t rip—he knows those things aren’t cheap) gave him the opportunity to feel up your legs. Panties came next, and now you’re on your back glaring up at him with your legs crossed and folded to hide your naked pussy.

It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Of course he took a few pictures.

The only issue is the gag. Tendou has his tie wound over your mouth to keep you quiet. It won’t do—he wants to see your face, after all—but he’s already got a fix, in the form of a little square of plastic he takes from his pocket.

He holds it up close enough that you can see it. “Do you know what this is?”

You don’t nod or anything, but you definitely recognize it—a condom.

“We’re going to have sex, senpai.” Tendou picks up on the little catch in your breath when he says the word ‘sex’, but he doesn’t think about it. “I don’t really care if I wear a condom, but I think you probably do. Is that right?”

You don’t respond.

“Senpaiii…don’t be stubborn. Nod yes for a condom, or else I’m not gonna wear one.”

You glare like you want to kill him, but you nod. Haha, how cute.

“Okay, good. I like when you do what I tell you. Now, I want to take the gag off, but I won’t do it if you’re going to be loud, you understand? It’s rude to bother your neighbors late at night. And…” He pauses. “Just to make sure you play nice, if you don’t listen to me I’ll take the condom off and cum inside. You don’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head frantically.

“Thought so.” Tendou’s pale, nimble fingers splay out over your inner thigh. “Then can you promise you’ll be nice?”

It takes you a long minute during which Tendou entertains himself petting the sweat-damp skin of your thigh, but you finally nod.

“Great!” Tendou grins and reaches down to untie the gag.

You take a minute to open and close your mouth, probably trying to stretch out the stiff muscles before you speak. Your voice is impassive and cool like you’ve been practicing what you’re going to say. “Tendou, you need to untie me. You’re very drunk and not in your right mind. Don’t do something you’re going to regret.”

Instead of listening to you, Tendou chooses to strip. Your composed mask slips for a second when he takes off his boxers to reveal his stiff, throbbing hard cock, already aching red and drizzling strands of precum onto his hand when he strokes it up and down. “Don’t worry baby, I sober up quick. I might be a lil tipsy but I’m not gonna have any trouble performing. Not for you.”

He crouches down to center you in between his arms, holding his head directly above yours. “And besides—“ you try to pull back away from his hot breath but your limited range of movement prevents you from getting anywhere— “I’m not going to regret this.”

Your lips are soft under his and you still taste fresh and sweet and minty from the toothpaste. You’re unresisting when his tongue prods into your mouth, but that’s not enough. “Kiss me back,” he murmurs, and you do. Maybe it’s just mindless—he’s sure you’ve kissed other people, as much as he’d like to pretend otherwise—but the movements of your lips and teeth and tongue against his feel almost eager.

“Ha…my first kiss with senpai,” Tendou says, pulling back and licking over his swollen lips. It would be nice to take his time with everything, but there’ll be more chances for that later. He loves the way your eyes trace him as he sticks his own fingers in his mouth to cover them with saliva.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but your question is answered when Tendou easily pulls your legs apart and settles himself between them so he can have easy access to slide his spit-soaked fingers up the length of your slit. “Tendou—Tendou, wait—“

He shushes you and continues to drag his middle finger all the way up from your entrance to your clit, letting the rough texture of his skin combine with your slick lubricant and give you just enough stimulation to make your hips twitch. “Mm, you like that? Gotta get you ready baby…not to brag, but I’m a little bigger than most guys. Wouldn’t want to—oh, easy, easy, relax—wouldn’t want to hurt you.“

You wince and then try to hold it back, school your expression so he won’t see the discomfort on your face when a single finger pushes into you. It’s not that painful, but the physical feeling isn’t nearly as bad as the fact that you don’t want any of this.

“How is that?” Tendou asks, slowly rocking his index finger in and out of your pussy, barely curling the tip to seek out your g-spot. You suppress the minuscule jerk of your core as best you can, but you can’t quite make it invisible and he feels it. “That good, huh?”

You want so badly to be angry. You are angry. If you could speak your mind right now, you’d tell him to go to hell. Yes, it feels good (and even admitting that to yourself makes you want to curl up and die), but it’s just hormones, stimulation, reaction. You can’t help it. But you’re not going to say that to him, not if you have the least chance of convincing him to stop before he goes any further. “It’s…fine. But, Tendou—“

“Knew you would like it. Oh—“ Another finger forces into your cunt. “—you’re tight, senpai. It’s been a while, yeah? You don’t have a boyfriend, I’d know if you did…and you’re not the type to do this casually. Too focused on your career.”

“I…mm…” What is he saying? Typical Tendou running his mouth even while you’re focused on him fucking you with those long fingers, prodding away at that spot—that fucking spot that is somehow, somehow—

—making you wet.

It’s not like some kind of precision activity. Tendou isn’t building you up or being subtle about it. There’s no teasing, no gentle touches, he’s just stroking that same spot over and over and the flat of his hand is mashing against your clit carelessly and it’s so stupid and so messy and there’s nothing kind or loving about it so why is it working?

“Feel that? Feel how wet you are?” Tendou has that same self-satisfied grin as he works his fingers in and out. “Poor senpai… You needed this, but you can’t ask for it yourself, I understand.”

“I don’t need anything…” you say, but you can’t expect him to believe you when your juices are slipping in and out of your hole along with his fingers, lubing him up to move even faster than before. When he started, you were so tense and tight that he could barely twist his fingertips up to pad at your g-spot, but now? Your walls are hot and sticky and supple, sucking him back in every time he pulls out.

He wants to make you cum, he does. And if he keeps going, it’s not going to be long, is it? But it’s your first time together… Tendou feels his cheeks getting hotter. First time with senpai, first time seeing you and touching you and having you totally, completely belong to him. The first time he makes you cum, it should be together.

If he’s not mistaken, you look almost disappointed when his fingers work their way out of your pussy, drawing away from you and wiping clean on the inside of your thigh. “You—You’re not…?” you question, trailing off when apparently you can’t bring yourself to ask for it.

“Don’t worry baby, plenty of time for that when I’m inside you.” Tendou walks his way up on the bed to leave a kiss on your forehead, so quick that you can’t cringe away when he does it.

You look off to the side, determined not to give him the satisfaction of eye contact—not to mention you hate looking at him, you hate seeing his stupid creepy face leering at you like you’re…you’re lovers or something. Like he’s not forcing you. But your attempt to maintain even that measly degree of avoidance shatters when you hear plastic crinkling. Ripping.

He’s opening the condom.

“Tendou—Tendou, wait! Listen!” You swallow and try to pull yourself back into your workplace persona, the mentor he respected and learned from, even if it was just an act. “Listen to me, please. You’re making a mistake. If we—if we stop now, we can forget about it...we can go back to normal, I promise. Do you hear me? I promise.”

“Normal isn’t enough anymore. Y’know what normal is for me? I’ve loved you for fifteen years. Wanted this for so long.” Tendou rolls the condom on and then hikes your ass upward so his cock is lined up with your slit. “Senpai, don’t you think you’ve had your way for long enough? It’s time…it’s time for me to get what I want.”

For the first time since he caught you and pinned you down on the floor of your living room, you struggle, really struggle for all you’re worth. The stiff leather of Tendou’s belt bites into your wrists and forearms as you try and get out of it, but the restraints hold firm—in fact, it feels like they’re getting tighter the more you move. Your hands are going numb from lack of blood flow, the prickles of pins and needles stinging into your skin, but you ignore it. You’re too worried about being heard to scream (and how twisted is it that you’re more scared of your neighbors than him?) but you jerk your leg up in an attempt to kick him away.

Tendou catches your foot before it can hit him. Easily. It’s like he sees everything you’re doing before you do it. “Hey, hey, stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go, Tendou!” you hiss as loudly as you dare.

“Senpai…” His grip on your lower thigh tightens, a warning. “What did I say about being nice?”

You go limp. You don’t want to have sex with him, but you cannot—absolutely cannot—have him do it unprotected.

Tendou sighs as you relax in his grasp. “Good choice… Always so rational. But I want you to say it out loud, okay? Tell me you know what’s going to happen if you misbehave.”

Once again, you find yourself avoiding his gaze. How dare he say he loves you and then treat you like this. “…You’re going to take off the condom.”

“Yeah…” Once again, you feel the thick, stiff cock nudging against your inner thigh. He slides it up between your lips to slick it up. “And what am I going to do when I take it off?”

“You’ll…put it in raw. And…”

“And?”

“…c-cum inside.”

“And you don’t want me to do that. So behave, senpai.”

Tendou pushes into you in one deep stroke and you gasp. ‘A little bigger than most guys,’ he’d said. A little bigger? He’s a liar, again—he’s so big that you can already feel the thick head flush against your cervix, pressing there like he wants to go deeper. “T-Too deep, it’s too deep—“

“Shh, you just gotta get used to it…” Tendou leans down, folding your legs up into your chest so he can trap you between him and the mattress and speckle light kisses over your face. “You have to relax. I’ll be slow.”

The position is uncomfortable. He’s got your spine curled up off the bed and your thighs are burning from the stretch, but his skin bumps against your clit every time he makes the slightest movement. Once you’re steady, he pulls back a fraction and then thrusts back into you, barely moving, just enough that you can feel the pressure of his cockhead receding and then hitting back against your cervix. It’s slow, but it’s not slow enough—nothing is slow enough with how big he is.

Tendou kisses you again, pulling your head back to center so he can shove his tongue into your mouth just like he’s shoving his cock into your pussy. He’s not content to keep up the languid pace for long, though—as soon as you’re the tiniest bit relaxed, as soon as the barest muffled whimpers are forced out of your mouth, he’s lengthening his thrusts and slapping the entire length of his heavy cock back in and out of you.

You almost wish he would stop dragging it out. You don’t want to feel this, any of this, not him groaning into your mouth, not the weight of his body holding you down and spreading your thighs apart, and definitely not the dizzying friction of the head of his cock on your g-spot. You wouldn’t even be feeling it like this if he hadn’t prepared you and left you wanting.

You close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s someone else doing it to you, but it’s impossible. Tendou was right earlier, it’s been too long—there’s no one else in recent memory who you can picture in his place. Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever been fucked like this. Everything you can sense is screaming out that it’s him, him, him, from his whiny voice moaning out love confessions you don’t want to hear to the spicy-sweet cologne, the same one he wears around the office, now mixed with his sweat and so saturated you think you could choke on it.

You’re trying to imagine someone else’s cock driving your pussy open, anyone else—a boy you had a crush on in high school, the guy you’d lost your virginity to in college, even an actor you like—but it doesn’t work, because no matter who you try to pretend is fucking you you know it’s Tendou.

“Hey—senpai, look at me…” He’s patting your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. “Open your eyes…look what I’m doing to you.”

“Don’t…don’t make me…” You shudder as he pushes all the way back in, bottoming out so he can grind his hips cruelly against your mound and provide untidy stimulation to your clit.

“Look.” Tendou’s voice is hard. He isn’t asking anymore.

With the threat from earlier hanging over your head, you don’t have a choice, do you? You open your eyes and look at him.

Tendou Satori. Even in the middle of drilling you, he’s beaming like you’re making him happy. There are twin pink patches high on his cheekbones under his eyes. He’s sweating—makes sense, he’s doing all the work. His lips are red and swollen from kissing you.

Tendou Satori, who brings you coffee at work even when you didn’t ask for it. Who misspells the same word 3 different ways every time he writes up a sales contract. Who said during his first interview that his greatest weakness is that he has a habit of going with his gut, and that his greatest strength is that his gut is usually right.

How is this the same person? No…no, that’s not what’s making you upset. It’s not that the Tendou fucking you is somehow so different from the one you thought you knew. It’s that he’s the same, the same man who never really listens when you say no, who never stops touching you when you say it bothers you. This is just the next thing. It makes sense.

“Senpai?” Tendou’s hips slow and he leaves his cock sitting thick and hard in your battered pussy. “Senpai? Are you…you’re crying?”

He’s blurry and your eyes sting and you want to wipe at them, but, well, your hands are tied. Literally. Tendou holds himself over you with one arm so the other can thumb over your wet eyes. “Don’t touch me,” you blubber out, knowing it won’t have any effect.

“Shh, shh, stop crying,” he says, sounding panicked. “Please stop crying. Please stop.”

Your silent weeping is interrupted by a whimper as he pulls out of you. You feel…something, maybe relief or maybe disappointment, but mostly you’re just overwhelmed. You’re slack as a puppet while he flips you over and carefully unbuckles the belt from your arms. The pins and needles return in full force once you’re unbound, discomforting to the point of pain as Tendou massages over the tender flesh with his own hands.

“Sorry…Looks like it was a little too tight.”

Once Tendou’s released you, you hold up an arm to examine yourself. There are red marks where the edges of the belt dug into your skin. Your hands are still prickly, still desensitized as you clumsily rub your eyes, but you just can’t seem to stop crying.

“Shh,” Tendou says over your shoulder from where he’s sitting behind you, and you’re so sick of hearing him shush you but you can’t bring yourself to respond. “I love you, senpai… Please don’t cry.”

The way he says it—so hurt, so caring, so desperate, makes your heart ache. You’d almost believe him…if he weren’t pushing you back down onto the bed, face first this time. You don’t have the energy to resist as he pulls your ass up to his hips. At least now you can bite down on the sheet to shut yourself up as he fills your aching cunt again.

This time, though, now that he’s fucking you like a dog, he’s got the space to reach down around your hips and stroke your clit. The shock of the contact is enough to scare the tears out of your eyes and you cry out.

Tendou takes your response as permission to do more, rubbing over your button with no regard for how delicate and sensitive you’re feeling. “Yeah, yeah, you like that… Senpai likes it when I touch her needy little pussy? Come on, let me hear you.”

“Tendou—mmph, Tendou, st—ahh…?” But you can’t really tell him to stop. You don’t want him to stop. If you’re going to have to get fucked like this, shouldn’t you at least get to get off? It’s only fair.

Fair. The thought crosses your mind and you almost laugh—maybe you would if the force of Tendou’s body weight wasn’t smothering your face into the pillows. Nothing about this is fair.

“Do you like it?” You can hear how excited he is. “Tell me—tell me you like it, senpai? Please. Please?”

With trembling arms, you raise your upper body off the bed just enough so that you can turn your head to the side and speak. “Keep touching me. Like that.”

He does, padding over your clit senselessly while his cock does its brutal work on your insides. You feel…fucking amazing, and Tendou’s so happy, so grateful to have your beautiful pure dirty body holding onto him, sucking him into your cunt and holding yourself around him like you’ll fall apart if he’s not inside you filling you up. Your pussy is incredibly responsive, clenching down in him in time with his fingers moving on your clit. God, he could cum right now…but you have to cum first, he has to make you cum, it has to be together.

He’s so glad you’re not crying anymore. You like it, he knows you do. He’s had you getting closer and closer for a while now, and all the ups and downs and stopping you before you can cum are definitely making you need it even more.

You’re getting louder. You probably don’t even realize it, but you are. Tendou wishes he had something recording.

“I’m—fuck, I’m…c-cu…” Telling him is reflexive, a gesture of courtesy you’re used to from previous partners. He doesn’t deserve it, but you give it to him anyway.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Tendou coos. His touches grow even rougher somehow, abusing your clit while he nudges himself out so he can slide his cock back and forth over your g-spot. The aggressive rhythm of the stimulation has your spine arching up and he pushes you back down to keep you in place. “Stay down…let me do it for you.”

“Tendou!” you cry out, and he feels it, feels you cum, feels your whole body wracked with tremors, feels the walls of your cunt squeeze his cock like you’re trying to hold him inside. Fuck. Fuck. It’s too good, your pussy is so tight and warm and drenched in your juices, he can’t think, he wants it, wants to cum, wants to cum with you, together, together, together.

Tendou’s hand leaves your clit just in time to grip your ass and slam himself back into you, holding you impaled on his cock while both of you shudder through your post-orgasm aftershocks. “Senpai…senpai. I love you,” he gasps, and cums, hips jerking against yours as his mind goes blank for a second.

Fuck, it feels good, feels like his eyes are rolling back in his head.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Tendou…” It’s all you can say. You can feel him getting softer inside you, and he pulls out to take off the condom. Once he’s gotten rid of it, you let him flip you onto your side and lie next to you on the bed.

“How was that, senpai?” Tendou asks, kissing you slowly. He cuddles up to you, pulling your back into his chest so your bodies are fitted together like puzzle pieces. His heart is pounding like a rabbit’s—you’d think it was cute if not for…everything.

You’re quiet.

“I know you liked it.” Another kiss, this time on the back of your neck. “You needed it just as much as I did. And I know you won’t want to admit it at first, right? You’ve got your professional reputation to maintain, I get it. But don’t worry—“

You wish he would shut up. You wish he would leave you alone. You wish he wasn’t holding you so close that you can feel his cock against your ass, and you wish—you wish you couldn’t feel him getting hard, again.

“—this was just our first time. And there’s gonna be lots more. You and me? We’re going to be together forever, senpai.”

[margarethx]

I have some slightly controversial take about Sam Wilson fandom here, so maybe don’t reblog this post... Comment if you want, but I really don’t want to start arguing with anyone. I just need to vent and will probably delete the whole rant later.

So...

I know that Sam’s fans complain a lot about the treatment he gets in the fandom... I still do that from time to time and I probably will continue doing it in the future. But I’m starting to feel very, very tired with the people who act like their love for Sam can only be expressed through:

1) criticizing other people’s content,

2) hatered/dislike for Bucky or Sambucky,

3) complaining about other people in the fandom.

It’s so weird. We criticize the people who make Bucky-centric content with barely any mention of Sam and tag it with his name, because it’s annoying, but at the same time there is quite a big number of fans, whose posts in Sam Wilson tag are basically:

“omg he never gets recognition”, “MCU fandom hates Sam”, “Everything is about Bucky, where is Sam?!” “some of you only like sam when he’s with bucky :/”

And... sure. There’s a lot of truth to these statements. But saying that over and over again won’t fix the problem, especially if you yourself don’t do ANYTHING to remedy the situation. You’re flooding the tag too... Just in a different way. A few months ago I had this habit that I liked to follow people who wrote posts like these. Because I had this assumption that: if you complain about Sam being treated badly you probably love him a lot, so we should get along. I love him too!

But I realized that a lot of those people literally complain for the sake of complaining and than don’t even try to post Sam-centric content on their own. Why not??? You don’t have to be an amazing creator to make a good post. It’s not just about realistic fanart and 30k words fanfic with a complicated plot. You might write some weird HCs about Sam instead. Or a joke. Incorrect quotes. Ideas for fics you’ll never finish, but might inspire other people. Doodles that took 2 minutes of drawing. Edited photos. Favourite screenshots. Prompts. Learn to make poor-quality gifs of Sam’s cool fightigh style. Write a short scene analysis. Or ask other people how they analyse some scenes to start a discussion. Link some edits from YouTube.

And if you cannot think of a single thing to make on your own? Well. You can always promote art made by other people. Go through the tag and reblog things you loved. Find a good blog and search throught their archives to find older content. You can compile a post with fic recommendations so other people read what you enjoyed and see how good the content about Sam might be. Or recommend your favourite creators in general. Send encouraging asks to artists who you love so they feel motivated.

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But these people do none of that. I can scroll throught their blog for 10 minutes and everything about Sam Wilson I see is complaining that people like Bucky more. Or that Sambucky is popular. (As if all the best Sambucky stories aren’t just fans expressing their love towards Sam through Bucky’s eyes...) I’m not trying to say that you have to be a creator to criticize the fandom, but it’s weird when you only yell at others for not posting enough about Sam when you didn’t post anything about him either unless it’s complaining. Kind of ironic...

Also! If you don’t promote other people’s content they get discoraged from posting. It’s a fact. I have probably over 80 different half-made and finished drawings with Sam Wilson on my tablet, but I have zero incentive to post any of them, because every attempt in the past ended with these posts getting 4 notes. Or 10 at best. So why bother? I can look at them alone. And I don’t remember these people who complained about the lack of Sam content supporting my Sam-centric art with nice comments.

You cannot expect the fandom to mass-produce content for you if you don’t encourage it. I got no feedback, so now I just sort of... write or draw for myself, because I enjoy it and have no incentive to publish any of that when no one’s interested. Instead I just make writing prompts or analysis of tfatws, because there’s a bigger chance I’ll have an interesting disussion with other fans in the comments or I’ll inspire other creators to make more art by posting that. I enjoy both of those things very much, but one evokes a reaction I want and the other just... doesn’t. (It’s not even about validation... even if it’s nice to get compliments. It’s just: “when other people are clearly not interested, why make the art public at all?”.)

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Like I said. I’m not going to call out any specific person here. But there were a few people who harshly criticized me in asks or in private messages for “pretending to love Sam” just because I like Sambucky too. But if you scroll through my blog you’ll find that at least 95% of the posts are about Sam. And if you scroll through theirs it’s 3 posts - all of them about fandom not loving Sam enough. (I just checked.)

But I guess I’m a “disgrace to the fandom”, because I acknowledge that Sam might have a love interest while you said you hate Bucky, so... Apparently your love for Sam Wilson is more real if you despise more popular characters he interacts with. ...Be honest with yourselves. Some of you just like to whine and complain, but prefer to disguise it behind love for Sam, so it sounds justified.

And yes. There should be more content that is only about Sam. Or about Sam’s non-romantic relationships. Sure. But if my two choices are: “get a Sambucky fic about Bucky loving Sam very much” or “get a post where someone cries about Sam not being loved enough for the 10th time”... then pardon me for preferring the first option.

If any of you spent half the energy you waste on complaining on making a single post about your supposed love for Sam the tag would be much more full of good content. But it seems like making actual content requires more effort and talent, so you just stay there whining that other people don’t provide you with what you want and demand. And give zero encouragement and promotion to those who do the work.

So continue doing that if you wish. But I won’t waste all my energy on making my weekly “this fandom fucking sucks” post. I prefer promoting cool art other users made (now or years ago) and creating my own posts that might not be always 100% about only Sam... but are still focused on him. Because I like this fictional little guy. I’m not going to let this weird purity tests ruin my enjoyment. If the pretty drawing of Sam has Bucky on the other side of the canvas I still have a cool drawing of Sam to admire. So it’s a win for me.

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[Reminder: please don’t reblog this. I really just need to vent. Comments are okay, I can discuss this. I just don’t want some peope to see that and go yell at me all over again. I was already harassed for allowing Bucky or Steve on my mostly Sam-Wilson-centric blog...]

[Also... if you think this is hypocritical of me to complain about complaining... Maybe. I don’t think it’s comparable here, but whatever.]

[babbushka]

79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” and 100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” with Mob!Kylo please. He gets jealous easily, but knowing the people he hangs around can you blame him for wanting to protect his lady 😂

Anonymous said:  Eeeeeee I'm so happy Sinday is back omg wooooo. Ok, can I request Mob! Kylo saying 19) “Do you need me to finger you first?” and 2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” I can imagine him getting impatient on the way to an event and just fucking you in the back of the car.

(1.2k, NSFW [dirty talk/murder plans as dirty talk/murder kink if you squint, sub!kylo, possessive Kylo, handjob, choking, limousine sex])

[gif by the talented thewintersolo​]

“I hate these fucking things.” Kylo grumbles mostly to himself in the back of the stretch limo.

You’re in Washington D.C., leaving some fundraiser for some senators that you know and rub elbows with. Kylo doesn’t like being here, doesn’t like being so close to the politicos who are constantly sniffing out the criminal activity he and his family pull. He’d much rather be at home in New York with you, in his penthouse away from the world, and the government.

“I’m proud of you for coming.” You stroke and kiss his cheek, genuinely proud and happy that despite all his scowling, he accompanied you. You knew he would, he freaks the fuck out when you’re so much as ten feet away from him, “It was good that we made an appearance.”

“I don’t like the way they look at you.” Kylo’s still angry though, despite knowing it was the right thing to do. He’s angry, because he’s got a claim on you, a very public possessive hold on you, that he does not like challenged. “Some of those photographers especially…it doesn’t sit right with me.”

“We’ll make some calls, they won’t bother us anymore.” You assure him, his passion making you smile fondly, “We’ll get them fired or something.”

“I’ll kill them, more like.” Kylo mutters, and you raise an eyebrow at that.

“Oh yeah?” Turning to face him more fully in the back of the limo, your eyes darken when you demand for him to, “Tell me how.”

Kylo licks his lips and chews on the inside of his cheek, already undoing the hidden clasp of his tuxedo trousers. Once open, your hand slips inside his briefs, fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock. You smirk, Kylo would be hard already, just from the mere proximity to you in this secluded space, the closed off limo zipping through the streets of D.C. on the way back to the hotel.

“I’ll have my guys grab them, throw them into a car just like this one, take them to one of our warehouses.” He’s breathy already, gaze not knowing where to focus – on your hand or on your mouth.

“Mmhmm.” You encourage, thumb swiping through the slit on the head of his cut cock, firmly grasping his shaft and giving it a twist on the upstroke just the way he likes.

“First thing is I’ll take their fucking camera, blind them with the flash and see how well they like it.” His jaw clenches, and his hips buck up up up against your touch, desperate and eager for more, sweating and breathing hard already, “Then I’ll draw it out, make it slow and painful, make them know what’s coming. I’ll break their wrists, then their arms, then their necks.”

The promise goes straight to your cunt, and you know he’s just as wound up, you can feel it in the way that he’s jumpy, aching.

“Look at you grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it, aren’t you?” You would tease him, but you’re wet, you want him just as badly as he wants you, a never ending cycle of lust passion desire and love.

“For you – always for you.” He nods, hands already reaching for you, pulling you and moving you how he can best fuck you, because you both know that’s where this is heading. “Call me selfish but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, or look at you.”

“I know honey, and they won’t. I’m all yours, only yours.” You lie back against the long cushion of the limo, legs spreading as far as they can on the narrow seat.

He’s immediately climbing up on top of you, the both of you fumbling trying to get it right, trying to balance, as the limo makes a turn around a corner.

“D-do you need me to finger you first?” Kylo kisses and sucks at the corner of your jaw, little nips of his crooked teeth that are so sweet and endearing, it almost feels like it couldn’t possibly come from a man who gets off on the thought of murder.

“No that’s okay, we have to hurry, you have to fuck me before we get to the hotel.” You smooth your hands up and down his chest, the hard starched shirt underneath his jacket rough and scratchy against your palms.

Something about that only makes you wetter, and you both moan when Kylo works his cock inside of you, when he has to make shallow thrusts to push past the tight clutch of your cunt, your pussy squeezing him. It’s not easy, but once he figures out the right angle, it’s smooth sailing, and you both practically sigh at the same time.

Touching you all over as he thrusts into you, his palm settles on your neck. He’s big and wide enough to cover it completely, and that makes you moan, makes your pussy clench, knowing just how capable those hands are.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” Kylo praises you, compliments you in that way he always does, and you can only smile, half-lidded eyes glazing over with adoration for him even as he cuts off your air.

“I love you,” You manage to rasp despite the pressure on your throat, “Harder Kylo – take me harder.”

He does as he’s told, as he always does, wanting to please you, wanting to keep you forever and ever. And he will, he’ll fuck you until the sun burns out in the sky – or when the limo pulls up outside the hotel, whichever comes first.

You come first, just the way Kylo likes it. He chokes you and lets the pleasure whirl around in your deprived lungs just long enough for a heady rush of orgasm to shake through your body, and then he releases you, before he’s coming inside you himself.

Blissed out and giggling, eyes closed, you hug him to your chest, as you both try and catch your breath. He’s so good to you all the time, you love him so much, especially as he rubs his face into the cleavage that your gown pushes up and mumbles another little, “I’m going to kill them.”

You twine your fingers through his hair, and regrettably push him away when you start to see the hotel coming up in the distance through the tinted windows. He needs to tuck himself away, and you need to adjust your gown before Dopheld opens the limo doors for you and another round of photographers catch anything they aren’t supposed to.

“I know honey, but let’s go inside and take a bubble bath first. We can kill them after you relax for a little bit.” You coax him up, kissing him and telling him earnestly, “You’ve earned it.”

In fact, you think he’s earned far more than a bubble bath tonight.