#or maybe its from when i was cleaning earlier. idk

[lokh]

a reminder to everyone using any sort of electric fan to periodically clean that thang. sincerely, someone who just cleaned their dusty ass stand fan

[coridallasmultipass]

It took me, ugh, MONTHS (2), to get to cleaning the two shrimp tanks I have... I had IRL issues going on that would have made it extremely difficult to do a water change especially while injured, and I just had to keep putting it off. It's just shrimp, so it wasn't like, the worst situation, especially since I have established plants and the tanks are a couple years old. There was just a lot of algae build-up on the glass, and, well... Let me just say it was not contributing to my mental health and well-being while the tanks were in that state.

I tested the water before I started cleaning and the parameters were fine (like, I could have left the tanks even longer if I would be okay with selling my soul to the Algae Collective), and the plants and shrimp look fine, too (I mean, I've obviously been keeping an eye on the tanks bc I sit right next to them). Actually, I'd wager to say that the plants are looking really great (the lilies haven't died off [yet? This is the longest period of time I've seen them stay... foliage... fol... foliated? Idk.] and the cryptocoryne in the 10gal is fucking huge and needs to be rearranged, just not right now). That fucking algae was a motherfucker to get off the 10gal (it's a plastic tank and I think that makes the algae grip harder than the glass 5gal).

[Also, fyi, depending on the tank's needs and stability, recommended water changes are a small one every week or every other week. My parameters don't seem to do anything dramatic, so I usually aim for a 20-30% water change every third week (just depends on how much vacuuming needs to be done and how cooperative the shrimp are with moving aside). So 2 months is still a lot. I still did the normal 30% ish amount, since doing more will risk the shrimp's well-being if there's a sudden change in everything, and my water parameters indicated a change was unnecessary - but I don't test for more than the minimum freshwater tests, so there could be a buildup of some mineral I'm not testing for, which is why the change IS actually necessary regardless of what my test kit says - because these tanks were evaporating a lot in summer, it condenses the minerals added with each water addition, even tho I usually top up with R.O. water.]

My back is fucking killing me lol. It has been killing me since spring when it 'went out' for the first time, and I'm not getting any relief, it sucks. But this had to be done.

The 5gal is looking pretty cloudy still, since the filter was super gunked up and I accidentally spilled gunk back in, so I may need to retest the 5gal parameters tomorrow just to make sure I don't have to do another water change, but it'll probably be fine, right? Shrimp love mulm and detritus. I did give both tanks a big ole algae tab for their trouble, tho. (I need a fuckening dish for the big tank. I really wanna clean off that white quartz rock again, but being white means it's an algae magnet, and it's just gonna go green again after a month or two.)

Anyway, shrimp tax:

I lov thees widdle oange bebies.

Wish I could take better pictures rn, but I am. Like. Dying. My recommendation: never live in an A-frame style room if you have the option. The wall above my tanks is slanted, and NOT fun for my back to bend underneath the wall for maintenance. (My only flat wall in the room is for my TV/PC.) Also, treat your back nicely, in general. I unfortunately have not had the option to treat my back nicely since spring (fall now), because 'when it rains it pours,' and heavy shit that needs to be moved will not move itself. Once I get a few more things in my room in order, I will hopefully be done with the IRL chaos, bc I have Halloween socks to knit, and I'm not putting that off for another year. (I'm still mad that I couldn't make the ones I planned last year. And I found more Halloween yarn I forgot I bought, so I'm gonna try to make multiple socks.) And I just really need to fucking chill and knit and stop having panic attacks and meltdowns.

[judysxnd]

hii can i have a request?

could you do a pedro x reader? bascially they are married, and one evening when the reader was washing the dishes, her engagement ring slipped off her finger and went down the drain (maybe from all the soap?) basically she gets all worked up and sad about it and pedro hears her and comforts her telling her its okay... you can decide how the ending is !!

thanks love! 🩷🩷🩷

hello hello, sorry for writing this so late! As I said previously, I work a lot and my crush changed so I don't follow closely Pedro anymore. I still have another request to write and then I'll be officially done with my requests! I mean I think so, idk why but Tumblr shows only two messages but says I actually five of them? Idk it's weird.

Anyway, there ya go!

It turned out better than I expected so I published it right away!!!

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You were peacefully enjoying dinner with Pedro in your house discussing any topics that would show up. You had some music playing in the background filling the silence while you were both eating. Those nights were your favorite. It was just you and him, nothing else, chilling, spending some quality time away from everything.

Now you were both done eating, you decided to put away the dishes while Pedro would clean the table and put the rest of the food and drinks away.

"remind me why we don't fix the dishwasher?" you sighed as you remembered that you had to clean everything yourself.

"because we're barely home and it's useless to spend money on that?" he said as he closed the fridge, looking at you. "I can do the dishes if you want" he suggested

"No it's my turn, you've been doing them all week"

"I don't mind" he said leaning on the counter

"I do" he smiled, moved closer to leave a sweet kiss on your cheek

"I'll dry them then"

So you started to clean the dishes. Before Pedro had to start drying them, he put the music a bit louder so that you could sing and/or dance. He always makes everything more fun. You've been married for three years and there's never a dull moment with him, even during moments like these, doing something as simple and little as the dishes.

You were rinsing a plate, singing and dancing a bit with Pedro when you heard something falling. It sounded like it was something small but metallic. You both looked around, not knowing where it came from. It's only when you heard the same noise but closer and deeper that you realised it was in the sink.

"What was that?" Pedro asked, looking in the sink.

"I have no idea but it's gone now" you joked, giving a plate to Pedro.

Around fifteen minutes later, you were all done. You grabbed another hand towel since Pedro was using the main one and started to dry your hands. When you moved around your fingers, something felt weird. As you removed the towel, you saw that your ring was no longer there. And it hit you. The noise you heard earlier that coincidently happened in the sink. It was your ring. You gasped, making Pedro suddenly turn.

"What?" he said, looking at you confused as he was drying a pan.

"my ring" you had wide eyes, touching where your ring used to be, looking at Pedro "I think that's what we heard earlier" you said now looking at the sink. Pedro looked around, realising what you had just said.

"It's oka-" you cut him off

"shit shit shit" you said going over the sink, trying to see if you could see it through the hole, like a delusional person.

"y/n it's okay we'll find it, or I'll buy you another one"

"no, no it's not okay" you turned towards him "it's- the ring you proposed with" you had tears forming in your eyes

"don't cry for that cariño" he said putting both his hands on your face "It's just a ring, it doesn't make the souvenir go away"

"I know, but still. It's so beautiful, it means so much"

"Maybe I'll offer you another one that means even more" he looked at you, reassuring you. And it worked, you smiled. "It also means I can propose another time, so double bonus" you laughed

"You think it's gone forever?"

"Maybe we can find it under the sink"

"Can we look right now? I feel terrible"

"we can, don't worry corazón" Pedro kneeled to open the cupboard and look for the ring. He unscrewed the pipe to see if it was there, but it wasn't.

"So?"

"It's not here baby"

"So it's gone gone" Pedro stood up once he put everything back the way it was

"I'll find another one. More beautiful"

"It won't be the same"

"I know" he hugged you "it will be better"

After three weeks, Pedro and you were in LA for some appointments you both had. You decided to join at the beach to have a nice picnic and watch the sunset. As it is predictable, it was the perfect moment where Pedro surprised you with another proposal. You were watching the sea, and Pedro got on one knee next to you.

"Pedro!" you gasped "no you didn't" you said as he opened the box, showing a big beautiful diamond ring, even more beautiful than the one you had

"I told you I would do it again. There's nowhere I'd rather be. Everywhere is home with you. We don't need anything to prove it, but I promised to cherish you, and seeing how loosing the ring made you feel, I got you another one." he said, not looking away once

"And you proposed another time" you said, tears in your eyes

"double bonus" you laughed "you still have to say yes though" he added

"are you sure? I don't know" you pretended to hesitate, both laughing. You stopped, looking at him more seriously. "I love you so much Pedro. You're the man of my life, making this crazy world the best place. You're my home. Of course I'm saying yes another time" you laughed. You gave him your hand another time so that he could put, once again, a ring on your finger.

You immediately kissed him after that. Simple moments. A sunset at the beach, washing dishes, whenever, wherever.

[jaikoyucky]

Hidden Desires

Oneshot

Summary: You come home late after hanging out with Lonnie and she's jealous.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: angst? Idk, not proofread and unresolved feelings. Doesn't follow the descendants plot, let's all pretend they all still share dorms okay pookies?

A/N: made this in 3am when I randomly got a brain fart, 10 yr old me would be so proud of embracing my gayness for Evie, also so glad the fandom is alive again.

The cool night air nipped at your skin as you tiptoed towards yours, Evie's and Mal's dorm—though, considering Mal mostly slept at her boyfriend Ben's dorm, it might as well have been yours and Evie's. But Tonight, you prayed for her presence, a silent plea to the universe to spare you Evie's wrath for your tardiness. Holding your breath, you gently turned the door handle, feeling a cold shiver run down your spine. You nearly sighed in relief when you found it unlocked, but your efforts to sneak in quietly went to waste as the door suddenly swung open, blowing stray hairs out of your face. Your heart pounded as it revealed, Evie. Her striking blue hair seemed to amplify the icy coldness of her expression

"Where have you been?" The dark blue-haired woman spoke in a flat voice, her expression stony. You knew what this meant.

Or did you?

Your body went slack under her intense gaze like a deer caught in headlights.

There was a strange contrast between her imposing figure and the ethereal glow cast upon her by the moonlight filtering through the window. She looked... Hot breathtakingly beautiful- You're doing it again! A wave of heat flushed your face as you shook your head to clear your thoughts and quickly averted your gaze to look over her shoulder, spotting one lit lamp and no sign of the purple-haired girl. You cursed under your breath and looked back at Evie. Your breath hitched as she tilted her head, eyes half-lidded, expecting an answer.

You sighed and finally gave in. "Me and Lonnie were hanging out at her dorm... and I didn't realize how late it got."

"Of course, you were at her place again." Evie rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"You were supposed to help me tonight. You promised." she reminded you, and you missed the slight quiver in her voice.

"I'm so, so sorry, Vie! I got really caught up in—" your mind raced, trying to find a plausible excuse. 'You got really caught up in ranting your growing feelings for Evie to Lonnie,' your inner voice taunted.

Crossing your arms against the chill of the hallway, you wondered if it was the cold seeping into your bones or Evie's icy glare that made you shiver, or maybe both.

As if sensing your discomfort, she grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room, slamming the door behind you. Your body gradually warmed, but Evie's cold stare remained fixed on you.

She turned away with a sigh, heading towards her bed. There, she grabbed a stylish blue jacket accented with black before returning to hand it to you. Hesitantly, you slipped it on, finding solace in its warmth and the lingering scent of her.

"I can still help," you offered, your gaze wandering over her surprisingly tidy desk. It was odd. Usually, it was a chaotic mess of patterned papers, colorful threads, and half-finished projects. She always cleaned up the next day.

Weird.

"It's fine. You should rest. You look exhausted from whatever you and Lonnie were up to," she said, her voice dripping with barely concealed disdain. You didn't notice it though, of course you didn't.

Had their fencing match really been that intense? You attempted to fix your hair, though you doubted it made a difference. A vivid memory surfaced of your earlier debacle with Lonnie, where you’d spent the entire session hitting her with the blade while rambling about Evie, all on the misguided advice that it would help.

Clearly, it hadn't.

"Vie, are you okay?" You ventured deeper into the room, her eyes holding an unreadable emotion.

"Yes,"

"Are you sure? You don't look it. If it's about not being able to help you like I promised, I'm really sorry, Vie. I'll make it up to you, I swear! I'll even make Lonnie—"

"Yes! I'm sure!" she interrupted, plopping down on her bed. "Sleep."

"Alright...if you say so," you muttered, letting the matter drop. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you flopped onto the bed beside hers. You rolled onto your back, facing Evie's turned form.

Five minutes later, sleep remained elusive. You tossed and turned, counting imaginary sheep to no avail. Frustration gnawed at you. Opening your eyes again, you found Evie still restless, her body shifting as she searched for a comfortable position. With a creak of the bed, you gave up and stood up.

You hesitated, biting your lip as you leaned towards her seemingly sleeping form. A gentle tap on her shoulder was your next move. This couldn't be weird, right? You two had done this countless times as kids. You're doing this platonically, Right?

"Can I-" Your words were cut short as a strong hand yanked you onto the bed beside her. She rolled over, facing away from you, a muffled "yes you may" escaping her lips. Relief washed over you as you slid under the covers. Her warmth was comforting, a familiar sensation that brought back memories of countless childhood nights spent huddled together against the cold. This was how it was supposed to be, you realized. You'd do anything to preserve this moment, even if it meant burying your growing feelings deep down. For now, this was enough.

Evie turned to face you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched you sleep. Your mouth was slightly open, and you were snoring lightly. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, a dangerous impulse to kiss you. But it was quickly dismissed as she reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. a gentle gesture that belied the turmoil within her.

Her mind raced back to earlier. Why were you so insistent on spending time with Lonnie? What could she possibly have that Evie didn't? She was prettier, smarter—well, at least in her own mind. And yet, you'd broken your promise to help her with her shop, a lie she'd made just to keep you close. It was a desperate plea, a transparent attempt to cling to your presence. Was she jealous? The thought was absurd. She didn't like you...or did she? No, it was just protectiveness, pure and simple. If only you knew how she truly felt.

Her gaze drifted to your lips, and she found herself tracing their outline with her thumb. A wave of fear washed over her. What if you left her once you discovered her feelings? The thought of losing your friendship was unbearable. She would do anything to maintain this fragile balance, even if it meant burying her emotions deep within.

I might or might not make a part two idk

[arcane-axolotl]

While Im drinking water and waiting for my bladder to fill I might as well so another story time because it seems like those are really liked from me

Lets seeee…. how about the time I wet myself thanks to traffic.

(Wearing these dark grey skinny jeans, letting you all know because I know the choice of apparel is important for these stories)

One day I was just driving along, I had some stuff to drink before I left home like, I think it was large coffee. So basically I’m driving, on my way to get some groceries because eating is kinda essential to surviving, shocker I know.

So Im driving, get to a walmart, and by the time I’m out of my car I kind of need to pee. The walmart closest to my place is like twenty-ish minutes away so its not a short drive.

I ignore it, I dont have to go that bad and if anything I can just go use the public bathrooms, I wasn’t really down for a hold today. I begin my shopping, getting some food, snacks, drinks, whatever. I pick myself up an orange fanta for the trip home, this was a mistake on my part.

Im shopping, then huh… I need to pee, its pressuring on my bladder so I stop by the public bathrooms and kind of stare at the doors for a while…

Now idk if I’ve mentioned before but I’m kinda shy when it comes to public bathrooms, plus theyre often just reaaally gross…

I make the mistake of deciding not to go right then and there because I dont really have to go that bad, I’m almost done shopping, I can hold it for another twentyish minutes. So I leave, pay for my things, and head back to my car drinking that fanta I mentioned earlier.

I hop into the car, and get moving, still sipping on that fanta until its empty because it was hot outside which made the inside of my car an OVEN until the A/C could cool it down.

Im driving for a little while them suddenly, a huuuge block up line of traffic… huh when did that happen?

So I’m sitting there stuck in BARELY moving traffic, starting to squirm because I THOUGHT i’d just be holding it for another twenty minutes… and apparently traffic decided against that.

Remember how I was wearing skinny jeans? Then if anyone else knows how they are, considering I’m sitting down, the waistband is just digging into my bladder.

Like twenty minutes pass, I WOULDVE BEEN HOME BY NOW but nope. At this point I’m like.. shit, I really need to pee. I can see the cause of traffic in the distance, a car crash so everyone was being forced to pool into one lane near a traffic light… fun…

I’m sitting there, squirming, shifting, fidgeting because I REALLY need to pee now, and i was REAAALLY regretting drinking that fanta. The traffic was so god damn slow, it took maybe half an hour of holding before I passed the crash site and got into clear traffic but it didnt matter at that point, I had to PEE IMMEDIATELY.

I was torn between driving with one hand in my crotch or both hands on the wheel, I opted for the safer option because I was a responsible driver but it was torture.

I wasn’t gonna make it if I tried to get home first, I pulled into the nearest gas station, parked my car and just as I stood up my bladder spasmed and I started wetting myself right there beside my car.

I WAS IN SHOCK, I stood there motionless aside from my shaking now wet legs for a good minute as my bladder emptied itself before really quickly taking off my jacket and placing it atop the driver seat and promptly getting back in my car and driving home. I dont remember if anyone saw my accident but if they did then SHIT.

When i reached my dorm building i had to somewhat cover my now wet jeans with my also wet jacket from sitting on top of it. I had to awkwardly sprint by hoping no one was around to see my pants. LUCKILY no one was outside in the hall. I bolted into my dorm and into the bathroom, counting my prayers as I got inside and my roomie being too busy playing a game to care that I was back or not.

After a quick shower and laundry cleaning, I got re-dressed and got all the groceries I left in my car -3-

Aaanyways, storytime done. Im going to continue drinking~

[midnight-mourning]

Not Even a Mouse

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 21❄️❄️

alright, y'all have had it too good for too long, have some angst (with a bit of fluff, of course) to balance it all out, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: If you don't fill all the spots,,, I'm gonna make a second request! Idk if you're doing any angst for this one, but if you are,,, something about Sun being alone for Christmas. Maybe he finds out the employees and Glams are having a party without him. Idk i just wanna make him sad. xD Don't feel obligated to do this one! This is just an extra if you want :P

Word Count: 1700

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The Daycare has a cold atmosphere to it, being so empty as it is. The music plays as always, tune just as cheery as ever, without a single listener. Save for one. 

Every toy is in its place, all the crafts supplies are put away. There's not a thing that isn't perfectly organized within the entire space. It's already been cleaned, one, twice, and now thrice, so there's not even a singular speck of dust. 

It's spotless. And desolate. 

The children are gone, it is the holidays after all. They wouldn't be back for another day or so. In the meantime, the attendant can only twiddle his thumbs and try not to go stir crazy in the meantime. 

There's others in the Plex of course, the other bots and some employees. But they, well. They aren't exactly friendly, when it came to either side of the Daycare Attendant. 

They were never exactly sure as to why. 

Both had tried to reach out, interact, engage, on multiple occasions. Each attempt being met with either unease, wobbly kindness, or downright hostility in some cases. It got to the point where both simply just, gave up. 

It was better to not try, they realized, it made things easier to keep to themselves and not bother anyone else. At least, Moon had learned this. It was arguably easier for him, given his status as naptime attendant. Isolation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. 

But it was for Sun. 

While Moon was fine with the quiet, Sun was borderline inconsolable. 

And that was before he had found out about the holiday party. 

It had been a complete accident. Just so happening to be walking by on his way to gather clean stuffed animals from the laundry room. Two random employees chatting without a care in the world.

"Yeah, there's even a white elephant, come on, you gotta come!"

"I wasn't gonna miss it. Are the Glamrocks participating? I feel like it'd be funny to see what they come up with as gifts."

"I think so, yeah. It's gonna be..." They notice the Daycare Attendant, voice lowering. "—Great."

The other employee gives a confused look, then turns slightly to see the bot, eyes wide.

Not wanting to make things worse Sun simply nods in greeting, and goes on his way. 

Now, sitting alone in their room, scattered papers and old crayons surrounding him, he wishes he had said something. Wishes he had spoken up, argued, criticized, cried. Anything. 

Instead, he didn't. He just stood there and took it. 

The playtime attendant can picture it, dozens of employees and the other bots crowded together somewhere, probably the dance floor. Laughing, chatting, just enjoying the company of friends and coworkers. There's probably decorations everyone, to the nines even, based on how many boxes Moon saw people carrying around earlier that week. 

Holiday music and snacks, and of course, the gift exchange. Competing for the best gift, and having a wonderful time doing it.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they were so hated. That he was so disliked. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? This kind of hurt?

The Glamrocks were good enough, so why wasn't he—

There's a muted snap, causing the bot to jump and glance down to his hand. 

Another broken crayon to add to the collection. 

With a scoff he tosses it away, towards the wall not too far in front of him. It wasn't a hard throw, but apparently it was enough. 

The sound of fluttering paper can be heard as a single page falls to the ground. It piques Sun's interest, and he shifts to take a closer look. 

It's a drawing of him, one done in pencil, maybe charcoal—he'd never thought to ask—as opposed to the usual paint and crayons the kids utilized. 

Though that would be because a child didn't make it for him. You did. 

At least, he's 99% sure. You'd scurried off before he could ask. 

You worked in the gift shop, passing by the Daycare every day for work. And every day, either one of the attendants would catch you staring as you walked by the large windows. Ducking your head and rushing off whenever you got caught. 

You'd only spoken to them a handful of times, when you happened to come in to speak to the security guard about something. Sun was never quite sure why you needed the guard so much, but he didn't think to question it either. 

Your voice was always very soft, mumbling. If he didn't have such well-adjusted noise sensors he'd probably not be able to hear you. He didn't know why you were so quiet, you had a lovely voice. 

He wished you say more, on your visits. Your words always stuttered and brief. But he cherished those moments. Every little interaction was saved in several locations in his hard drive just to make sure he didn't lose them. You were probably the only person who would bother talking to him or Moon. That was precious. 

He picks up the drawing, admiring the detail you'd put into it. For something of this quality, he didn't know why you were working in the gift shop. Maybe you were doing something else, like college, and this was a temporary situation for you in the long run. 

He remembers when you gave it to him, he'd at least gotten a direct interaction, you'd slipped Moon's under the door one night before going home. 

He believes it's because of your encounter that you just ran away the second time, and he can't say he blames you. 

You'd been nice enough to knock, having been the very end of the day, the last child having been picked up just a few minutes prior. 

When he opens the door, you're looking to the ground, clutching the paper in your hands tightly. 

Surprised, but happy to see you, he speaks first. "Hello there, friend! It's good to see you!" 

"U-um, hi...." You say, still looking down. "Good, good to see you too."

You're nervous for some reason, though you're always nervous he realizes. 

He wants to fix it. He tries with a joke. "Well, you can't see me very well from there can you?"

It doesn't land. You flinch, but look up. "S-Sorry."

Stupid. Stupid. Fix it.

"Oh! Not a worry at all, Sunbeam. I just wanted to see you're smiling face." His rays spin. 

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Of course! A lovely smile on a face like yours just makes my day!" Surely that'll do it, let you know he's being sincere.

Your internal temperature rises, fluctuating around your cheeks and ears. Now he's gone and made you mad. Great, this is going so great, he's blowing it—

You shove the paper into his hands. "This is for you. I-I, I have to go now. Buh-bye!"

Before he can say another word you're gone, running back towards the main entrance, leaving him with an amazing drawing, and not so amazing thoughts. 

You hadn't come back into the daycare since then, which could only mean that you hated him now too. Sun rubs his thumb over your signature on the page, at least he still had this. 

The sound of laughter growing closer interrupts his thoughts. And, curiosity getting the better of him, he goes to take a look. 

Peeking out the curtains, he can see a group of employees walking by. You're among them, smiling and chatting all the while. 

Just outside the Daycare you stop, waving to the group. 

"I think I forgot my jacket in the gift shop, I'll see you guys later! Happy holidays!" 

They bid you farewell, and Sun's planning to shut the curtain again, not wanting to be weird and watch you go about your business, when he picks up on your odd behavior. 

You watch your friends leave and then glance around a few times. Then, you pull out two small, wrapped gifts and walk over to the Daycare doors. After a moment he hears a knock. 

His rays spin, and he acts before he thinks. He dives into the ball pit and as soon as he makes contact is immediately scrambling out of it and heading for the door. He takes a moment to collect himself, then opens it. 

To his shock, you speak first. "Hi Sunny! It's good to see you. I, I wasn't sure you'd be around. I um, having something for you! And, and Moon." You hold up the gifts. 

Sun short circuits. 

You got him a gift. 

You.

The person he thought hated him like all the rest. 

You thought of him, were actively thinking of him. 

And you called him Sunny.

"If, if that's okay. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just, I really wanted to get these to you tonight. I, I thought you were going to be at the party, I was um, kinda sad you weren't. But I totally get it if parties aren't your thing! They're... not really mine either but um, god I'm rambling here I'm sorry." You look up to him then, concern in your gaze. "Are, are you okay?"

It occurs to the playtime attendant that his fans are roaring now. He has to get you to stop before he overheats. Time to play his role. 

"Ah! I'm alright friend! I'm happy to see you too! And I appreciate the thought, truly." He takes your hand, and without thinking, raises it to his smile for a kiss. "It means a lot. Would, would you like to come inside for a moment?"

Now you're frozen, temperature climbing in a matter of seconds. 

"I would really like that."

His rays spin out of his control. "Great. Great! Please,"—he stands straight, waving his other hand behind him—"Come on in."

You keep your hand in his, squeezing gently. "O-okay."

As the door closes behind the two of you, Sun decides that he doesn't really care if missed the holiday party or not. He doesn't really care if everyone hates him and Moon either. 

If he can have just this moment to share with you, and maybe more. Maybe even becoming friends?

That's enough.

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Thank you @zenkaiankoku for the request! Enjoyed having a bit of angst to write hehe, still made it a little fluffy in spots but I think it still works ^-^

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CORRECTIVE ACTION.

#!WHO; LEVI ACKERMAN

#!CC: fem!reader, power dynamic/abuse(?), fingering, o.sex (giving and receiving) use of “Sir” and “Captain” (duh!), humiliation, spanking, implied oral from Eren, SLIGHT reluctance, audible cucking(?), spanking and a jealously sassy Levi who wants you all to himself (um mix of mentioned arcs idk lol dnt hunt me)

also, since reader is racially ambiguous, i decided to do an experiment to see if blood rushes by spanking my thigh and legs. it does in fact leave a reddish tinge so for my black/darker toned readers—you’re welcome ;)

#!NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

+remastered directly from my ao3! (feel free to read if you wish but fyi its a HAWT mess lmao).

“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’”…

Knock knock knock.

There wasn’t an answer right away and you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking, even as your nails dug into your palms. In all of the times you had been apart of the Survey Corp, you were never called to the captain’s office this late. Something was different.

"State your name and business. " Levi's firm voice echoed through the door.

"Cadet…sir. You called me down." You gritted your teeth at how awfully timid you sounded. You couldn’t shake the feeling of your stomach rolling over as you awaited his reply.

"Enter." Opening and closing the door behind you stood in front of his desk, frozen in a sharp salute. He sat casually at his desk, leaned back as his feet were crossed precariously on the edge. A plethora of open folders and classified documents laid beside, neatly stacked. His icy gaze trailed over your body, sharp and unreadable as always until you gulped, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze.

"You wanted to see me, Captain." You stated, less of a question. He stood up, his dark eyes locked on yours. He nodded sharply as if to say 'at ease'.

You kept your hands at your sides now, stiff. Sure, your tough exterior was prominent, but you were practically shaking on the inside. Were you in trouble? Did you mess up in the training today? You recalled Levi’s scrutinizing eyes on you when you were pinned by Jean in practice close-combat. The humiliation from your peers as you completely ate dirt while he guffawed victoriously at finally defeating you.

Levi walked slowly around the desk, calling your focus away from your racing mind.

"Earlier today after the mess hall, where were you?"

You gulped. There were a couple possibilities. Outside the cabin whispering to Mikasa where you would be once Commander Pyxis walked out. There was that brief pause passing the latrines as you tried to convince Connie that nothing funny was going on. Then there was the final thing he could have been talking about. And he couldn't have known that, could he? You timed and worked your crude plan as thoroughly as possible, being discreet of your intention and whereabouts.

You weighed the options. You could come clean right then and there and risk his possible violent response or you could play dumb. Maybe he could come up with a less specific reason why you weren't where you were supposed to be at that time. Stupidly, you decided to go with the latter.

"Sir?" Your face grew hot.

He paused in front of you, eyebrow raised.

"Perhaps I can be a bit more specific,” He started. His tone was light yet firm, still conveying a strain which told you to tread carefully in how you should respond at this point. He began a slow, menacing pace in front of you. Not daring to move or even breath, your heart hammered as you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you, eyes dancing over detailed maps and scribbled notes.

“At that time, what were you doing with Jaeger?"

Your mouth grew dry, lips parting and snapping shut with no sound. There it was. The final nail to the coffin of shame and embarrassment. What made it worse is that he knew that you knew that he knew what was going on. He chuckled dryly at your face, noting that even though he was as specific about it as possible, you tried to remain cool.

"Oh…Don't tell me you forgot Cadet." He said, an amusing lilt to his voice.

"I-Well sir..." The pits of your arms began to itch. Your throat tightened as your eyes slowly flickered to Levi’s who now stopped directly in front of you. Knowing the strict conduct before your superiors from years of condition, you fought the urge to jump back from the spot entirely from his proximity.

Of course you didn’t forget.

How could you forget the feel of Eren’s soft locks threaded through your fingers as his head was buried between your sticky thighs? You could suddenly feel the throb in your hand where you sunk your teeth to keep from screaming his name throughout the barracks. His glinting green eyes gazing up at you, twinkling in the light the nearby lanterns provided. The feel of his fingers as they pumped slowly in your wet pussy was unforgettable to say the least as his sneaky words were burned to memory; "Quiet down. Or else someone’ll get us in trouble."

You could laugh at the irony but your mind was flooded with the brutal lashing of his tongue on your clit as you smothered him, using his face to get off.

But now, as if shifting back into reality, to hell, to what you wish was an embarrassing and cautious dream was your Captain, growing more impatient as he awaited for what he already knew.

"I-I was with Eren.." You said softly. You grimaced expecting some sort of physical action. Slacking off was one thing, even showing signs of weakness. He expected this from his soldiers. They’re simply what the last defense against the Titans were—only Human.

However fraternization was an entirely different matter, seeing the severity of a more complex reality. Especially under the supervision of Commander Erwin and Captain Levi who were already under a lens, protecting Eren, the newly discovered Attack Titan. It was silent, the captain staring at you and you back at him.

"While he was eating your cunt. Correct?" He spat shamelessly and your eyes snapped up to meet his. Big mistake; he narrowed his gaze and you looked away, face ablaze in humiliation.

“Say it.”

“Say what, Sir?” You said slowly. This only pissed him off, urging his hand to shoot out and grip your jaw, yanking you to face him. This was unorthodox, wrong perhaps, but he was your superior and what made you any more innocent?

“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’” He pulled you in and spun around with precision, making you hit the desk. You cried out at the wood digging into the small of your back as his face got closer to yours. His voice dripped with malice and you would be lying if you said it didn’t frighten you down to your core. You couldn't figure out where all of this was coming from. Was this about being caught or something else entirely?

“Eren was...he was eating my cunt,” You squeaked, words rushing out of you as if to get it over with. His brow raised and his thumb and finger dug deeper into your skin. Your eyes glanced at the twitch in his lip.

“Captain...” He started.

“Captain Levi.”

“Good girl,” He released you and stepped back.

“Wasn’t too difficult, you are one of my brightest after all.” He mumbled, taking in the confusion and fluster on your face.

“Now, remove every last piece of clothing from your body.”

“Sir?” A smirk played at his lips in the horrified expression you gave him.

“By the way you’re staring dumbly at me and the fact you responded provides evidence that you clearly heard what I said.” He deadpanned.

Damn, the authority in his tone shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did as he spoke in the same bark he would anyone else. It shouldn’t have, after all you were a cadet and he, your Captain. It was taboo to say the least. But beneath the glare he was giving you, it was only right to assume that you had no other choice.

Hesitantly, you obliged, slowly peeling off your uniform and revealing more and more of your skin. The captain wanted nothing more than to bite and bruise every inch of your body, marking and claiming you physically as property of the Survey Corp, his battalion. His. The notion that he was your superior wasn’t lost on him, in fact that only fact made it all the more desirable. Bonus, if he could get it in your mind that Eren was the last person you should be disappearing off with.

Once you were completely naked, his precise movement had you turned around and bent over his desk, knocking contents onto the floor. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his papers scattered around at his feet. A mess; God he just finished that paperwork.

"C-Captain ‘m sorry I...I dont-" You fumbled.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak...Cadet." He sloppily kissed your shoulder as his hand circled to cup your pussy, massaging his thumb against your clit. You keened unintentionally at the friction, your body shivering slightly against his body. His other came down hard against the surface of your ass catching you by surprise. Tears pricked your vision at the stinging pain he left behind. Levi could only stare at the mark he left by his hand before another blow was delivered in the same spot, causing you to cry out again.

Despite how painful it was, Levi couldn’t help but notice how much wetter you grew. By the time he was through, you were shaking and practically dripping slick down your thighs. He retracted his wet fingers and turned you to face him, drinking up the glossy gaze you offered him. It caused his pants to tighten painfully at the groin.

“Get on your knees.”

While you were now looking up at the raven-haired male removing unbuttoning his slacks, you couldn’t help but rock side to side, smushing your thighs to alleviate the arising arousal. His cock finally sprung free from the clothed confines. He was an impressive size and you couldn’t help but ogle as it pulsed slight, nestled in a bed of neatly trimmed hair. He gripped the back of your head pulling you closer and without his verbal go-ahead, you gripped his cock enticing a hiss from him.

How eager to please, Levi thought darkly, trying to figure out if it was because you wanted to or out of guilt of being caught. He was about to say something when you eagerly took him into your mouth. He groaned watching more of his cock disappear past your lips and reappear again when you gagged. Refocusing and allowing you a single breath, he gripped the sides of your head and forced himself back down again, roughly snapping his his hips against your face. You could feel his cock twitching with each thrust, the disgusting slurping and gags reverberating off wood.

“You're gonna take...my cock like the depraved whore you are, ” He sighed, throwing his head back. Your vision blurred slightly as the tip repeatedly bumped the back of your throat, lips slurping around the spit that dribbled from the corners. “Sneaking off, neglecting duties. Fraternization. With the likes of that monstrosity.”

He didn’t know what he was saying, his words flying out as his nails gripped your scalp possessively.

Drool seeped from the sides of your mouth, creating lines that dripped to your breasts and to the floor. Levi took one look at your tear stricken face and almost busted on the spot. He pulled out, not wanting to do so just yet and you were back up against the desk.

"Tch." Levi gripped your throat for leverage, jerking you closer after hearing more contents hitting the floor. He slid two fingers into your mouth, at the same time his other hand slipped fingers into your pussy. You groaned when his fingers pressed to the back of your throat making you gag. Tears struck your vision, blurring the twisted grin that split Levi’s face.

"I didn't hear you Cadet...Was this what Jaeger was doing?" He asked, pumping his fingers slowly into your wetness. His fingers curled against your walls enticing an excited buck against his hand. Lines of drool fell from the sides of your mouth and dripped to your chest as you nodded frantically.

"My my. Another mess." He muttered. His fingers kept up its steady brutal pace, curling every now and then. He sped up cutting your words off purposely. He wanted to see you suffer. Levi was sadistic that way, enjoying the torment in your eyes as he got off to your shame and innately desires. A part of him was pleased at how so wet you were, knowing that boy Jaeger couldn’t come close to a woman’s pleasure.

Your mouth was set in an 'o' as you tried desperately to get the words out. Drunk off pleasure but still lucid enough to try and show your Captain respect. You were so close. So painfully close to giving in, if the quivering in your thighs were any indication. Your stomach heaved as you glanced down, watching the way his arm flexed like lightning as he pumped your walls. You began to squirm, your orgasm approaching quickly with the itching knot in your stomach. That was until he suddenly pulled out.

Lifted with ease, you were shoved further onto the desk, Levi’s face burying in between your legs. Hands shot to his hair instinctively, too gone in the way his tongue prodded your folds to realize he was your superior. He didn’t mind however, lips curving in your overt reaction.

His tongue darted in and out of your wet cunt, relishing in the way your gummy walls pulsed around his tongue. Your hips reared off the wood when his lips latched snugly on your clit, suckling the nub.

“C-Captain!” His finger lifted and pushed against your clit as you rolled your head back and bit your lip. You could feel yourself slowly building up again to that sweet moment of release. And you even surprised yourself when you began to grind yourself against his face selfishly in hopes of reaching it.

But he straightened up and kissed your on your mouth roughly. And you weren’t as reluctant in returning the kiss. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed against your cunt, slathering his leaking head with your juices.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." He muttered. “S’posed to be a punishment.”

"I can,” Your cheeks burned in your next choice of words. “I can pretend I’m not enjoying it, Captain.” It shouldn’t have, but your word’s flustered him, making his dick twitch for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was the breathless way you referred to him by title or your shameless suggestion, either way he’s too desperate to feel you.

“Unlikely.”

You bit your lip as he slowly slid the tip in then pulled out

"Uhnn."

"Tell me you want it." He slid in again and stilled.

"I want it...Captain." You whimpered before he shoved his dick in, full hilt, satisfied with your answer. His hand clamped hastily over your mouth as you let out a muffled squeal. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the rough intrusion, at the full girth as he stretched out your desperate cunt. Groaning at the sensation, your hands stilled on his shoulders as he pumped furiously. The sounds of moans, grunts, and skin against skin contact filled the space as he fucked brutally into you.

"From…this point on…you belong to me now." He mumbled against your ear. “Jaeger needs to keep his hands off or I’ll turn him in for reckless insubordination.”

Your pussy clenched at the baritone and seriousness in his voice. Hands soothed up his neck daringly, fingers lacing in the hair at the nape as you pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue lashed hungrily, sucking your lips and tongue as if he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His thrust became more erratic as the desk scooted along the floor.

"Mm..mm..mhm...!" You moaned as Levi pulled away to hear the full depravity of your noises.

"I want you to tell me who you belong to now." He snarled possessively. You stared at him in his steel, hard eyes.

He was dead serious.

"Y.." He snapped his hips, dick sitting fully in your snug walls. He didn’t move after that, drinking up the way you squirm in his grasp as you struggled to answer.

"Go on—say it." He rolled his hips purposely.

“You Captain!" You cried fingers digging into his arms. He grunted, your breathless cry sending shivers down his back as he canted forward, his strokes punishable.

"Louder."

"Le-vi. Cap’n Levi!" You cried as a particular stroke had your world erupting into euphoric bliss. You tried to bury your head into the crook of his neck but his hand was quicker, pinning you down by your neck as he oggled the fucked-out expression you gave him. Not at all the hard eyes and stoic features you wear in training or on the field. You gave in, shuddering around him, tightening your cunt around his cock as he let you go.

Your face was what had him tensing, his hands slamming on either side of your head as he shivered, his cock pulsating as he came.

Despite everything Levi had put you through, his arms embraced you and the two of you remained that way for a moment. It was uncharacteristic but you remained silent as he kissed the top of your head tenderly.

As the two of you laid against the desk, a sweaty and exhausted heap, Eren silently slid down the door, his cheeks adorning a furious blush. Jean told him you got caught and he wanted to defend you but it seemed it was… well handled. His teeth were gritted as he palmed shamefully at the growing tent in his pants.

dilfos. all right reserved. do not plagiarize any of my content. current or archival. i will find you.

[dear-ao3]

hi it's me the person from like a week ago who's writing that college paper about f1 i was gonna respond and then i immediately forgot lol. the paper is on the different media strategies and narratives of the fia, teams, drivers, gp locations, etc, and how they interact with each other. and also how the ways liberty media and the fia are marketing the sport and drawing in new fans is actually alienating people and suppressing the authenticity of the sport. especially post drive to survive.

i'm a comms major lol i am a massive public relations nerd

also a couple questions: idk how well versed you are in business stuff but how would you say f1 has changed its branding, especially pre liberty media to now? and how were drivers marketed before the era of portraying them as like,, pop stars? when was that shift? also if you have any specific examples (or places i could find examples) related to that stuff or sexism in f1 or just how f1 tries to control the narrative i would appreciate it because jesus christ the lack of research is terrible

ok dump over the essays not due for another like 3 weeks but when its done i can send it to you if you want to read it :)

aaaaa this got lost in my ask box i hope i’m not too late posting it :/ unfortunately i have no real sources for you. i know the shift was post drive to survive, but i think it also depends on the country because like f1 hasn’t really been a huge Thing in the us, but like ferrari has been italys second religion for years. so it might make sense if you focused it on a country. like in the time since dts first released they added two more us gps: miami (2022) and las vegas (2023). i know there’s a lot of british bias, especially by sky sports and sometimes in the penalties as well. i think fernando alonso called that out this year (?) and max also usually mentions it a few times (at brazil this year he definitely called out the british press) i know there’s also interviews of drivers saying post dts people recognized them way more (maybe this was daniel? or lando?) but some of them really like it (daniel) and some of them don’t (like max) you could also play the angle from social media, like george used to i know at least run his own twitter way back in the day (might have been pre f1 but i think he was still running it loosely in 2019 or at least tweeting himself) and now he doesn’t really touch social media At All cause of the comments he gets. lando used to run most of his own social media also until i think like 2020? 2021? (as in i don’t think he had a social media team) before he passed it off to someone else, though i know he still goes on for sure. i think a lot of them definitely cleaned up their media presence post dts (like lewis was certainly a pr nightmare at one point earlier in his career which a lot of people don’t realize or remember and we’re not even going to talk about fernando alonso). the sport has gotten more tame for sure over the years, they used to get away with doing and saying way more but that could also just be a general cultural shift, there’s also i know pockets of people who are like oh this sport used to be so respectful and manly and blah blah blah and like. there’s photos of michael schumacher at a party in a wedding dress. david coulthard used to pretend to kiss his teammates on the lips in front of the cameras. as for sexism, there have been female drivers before, usually only doing short stints. i know susie wolff has talked about this with the f1 academy how pretty much only lewis consistently shows up to support it. i think max (?) said earlier this year that academy is great but if they want them to make it to f1 they need to give them faster cars. there’s also the whole horner fiasco from earlier this year.

idk if any of this is useful. or if you’ve already turned in your paper. in any case, good luck :)

[ddejavvu]

hey! i just broke up w my bf of almost two years today and have been really sad.

I wanted to thank you for your works bc there helping me get through this. your hotch x reader works are keeping me sane

idk if your interested but maybe a request of reader breaking up with their partner and is very sad was bc they were so busy w the bau and life so they think its best and hotch is there for her and comforts them. he has feelings for them but doesnt want to make a move bc yk newly single. but he does little things to make her feel better bc he likes to see her smile :)

this is completely self service so you dont have to write but i love you works i think ur my fav writer on here :) i hope all is well love 💜

hi lovey! first off, i'm so sorry that you're going through a breakup. I hope that this can help even just a little bit, please take care of yourself and eat something yummy <333

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Today holds new experiences for both you and Aaron. For example, you've never seen him in sweatpants before, and he's never seen you with 4 hours worth of tear-induced eye bags.

As luck would have it, when you turn into the tissue aisle, the metal bars of another cart smash into your own. They weren't going fast, but you were, hellbent on getting what you need and getting out again, so the screeching of metal on metal only makes your headache worse.

"Sorry," You rush, keeping your eyes averted as you yank your cart away from the other. You keep conversation short, but the voice that comes from the person you'd just rammed into makes you stiffen instinctually.

"Y/N?"

It's Hotch.

It's your boss, the man who you try extra hard to be nothing but professional around. The man who's seen you only in perfectly dry cleaned pantsuits and neat hair is seeing you in pajama pants and crocs with a nose so swollen it looks like you've been stung by a bee.

"Hotch," You cringe, nodding politely as you try maneuvering your cart around his, "Sorry for bumping into you. I was in a hurry."

"I can see that," He grabs onto the bars of your cart to stop you from pushing it anywhere, and you chance a cautious look up at his face; his brow is knit in concern, and his eyes are shining with the same look. But your glance upwards reveals that his son is with him, a boy no more than four years old sitting in the cart and looking at you with a tiny hint of terror on his little face, something that probably stems from your no-makeup zombie look. He's mid-chew on a tiny handful of popcorn that he'd probably begged his dad for at the front.

"What happened?" Aaron asks, pulling your attention back to him, and you're slightly relieved he doesn't go for 'Are you alright?'. Clearly, you're not.

"Uh," You sniffle, chuckling dryly, "Bad breakup. Just- getting some tissues, that's all."

"Oh." He hums, hand loosening on your cart, "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," You glance around the store, knowing not many people are there, but it would still be weird to open up a therapy session in the TP aisle, "No, it's okay. Thank you, though. Really, I appreciate it."

"Okay," Aaron nods, though none of the concern has left his expression, "But if you'd like to some other time, please remember I'm here if you need me. Even if it's late, if you need help I'll give it to you."

His sincerity brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes that he smiles sadly at, and you smear a hand over your eyes to get rid of them, "Thanks, Hotch."

"Mhm," He hums, looking ready to let you go until his son hooks a chubby fist into his shirt.

"Hm?" Aaron looks down, and leans his head next to Jack's when the little boy tugs him closer.

They huddle for a moment, Jack whispering into Aaron's ear, and the man's hand tightens around your cart once more. Just when you thought you'd escaped.

"I think you should." Aaron nods, straightening up, glancing over, and nodding his head towards you, "Go ahead, buddy."

Jack looks up at you with that same hint of apprehension you'd seen earlier, but he digs a fist into his popcorn bucket and extends the hand to you. You actually feel your heart melting, the organ liquifying and dripping through your ribcage to pool like goo in your stomach.

"Uh- maybe," Aaron reaches for the bucket, intent on giving you a handful that hasn't touched sticky toddler hands, but you take Jack's offering without hesitation.

"Thank you, honey," You croon, and he drops the kernels into your open palm, "That does help, popcorn makes me much less sad."

"Daddy makes it for movie night." Jack's voice is soft and sweet, and you smile, sniffling weakly once more.

"Really? That sounds fun, what movies do you watch?"

"We're watching Monsters University tonight," Aaron informs you, then his posture straightens as an idea blooms in his brain, "Y'know, if popcorn makes you less sad, I think you should come and have some with us."

"Oh," Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head on impulse, "No, that's okay. I couldn't-"

"I'm asking you to." It's the firm voice Aaron uses whenever he's giving someone orders around the office; you suppose he can't separate his work life and home life completely.

"I don't like the thought of you being alone," Aaron admits, eyeing the ice cream already in your cart, "How about we pick up another pint and head to checkout?"

"I'll be okay," You reach for a package of tissues, extra large, "Don't worry about it, Aaron."

You don't see it, but Aaron pinches Jack's side lightly, spurring the boy into action.

"Please come over tonight," Jack begs, and you swear he's making his eyes shiny on purpose, "Mike Wazowski is funny, and you can't be sad if you're watching something funny."

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, and you see the faint hint of a smirk playing at his lips; got you.

You take a deep breath in, speaking on the exhale, "Alright. Um, can I bring anything else?"

"Pajamas, maybe." Aaron hums, "Movie nights are always better in pajamas."

You glance disdainfully down at your outfit, ragged pajama pants and a sweatshirt, "Check."

"Perfect," Aaron chuckles, finally letting go of your cart and turning it towards the ice cream aisle, "Let's go, buddy, if Y/N's coming over tonight, you need a bath. She doesn't wanna sit with a stinky boy."

"I'm not stinky!" Jack insists, looking like he's never been more offended in his life.

Aaron leans in, theatrically sniffing at the space near Jack's shoulder. He bugs his eyes out, turning his head to the side and fake-coughing, "Woah."

Jack roars with laughter at his dad's dramatics, feet kicking at his Aaron's stomach, and the sound of his giggles make the popcorn you're munching on taste a little bit sweeter.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you do A, C, I, G, K, L, and P for EJ in the fluff alphabet? It would make me reallyyyy happy :3

Fluff Alphabet w/ EJ!!

ive been waiting for someone to do EJ you dont understand!!! i saw this earlier but the power went out when i finally had time to sit down and get to writing </3 my apologies as for other stuff/for everyone else, requests are still open, and the fluff alphabet will be open indefinitely!!

ATTRACTION- Honestly I think you gotta be a real catch to end up as Jacks partner, considering his entire hermit thing... I personally think that he separates himself from society after he becomes Eyeless Jack via a funky cult sacrifice thing... which he was kinda pretty much unwillingly roped into. I think he would want someone who's capable of taking care of themselves, and perhaps someone whos smart. maybe even lower maintenance. its not that he doesnt want to treat you as you deserve, its that sometimes he cant given he sometimes legitimately goes feral (though this is only really due to him pushing off his needs, blood frenzy type deal for when he pushes off eating people, can get real ugly). understanding as well, he needs someone whos willing to be understanding of his position and current predicament and know that eventually jack is going to fully not. be there anymore one day (possible angst idea? ooo?) but also even before the whole, demon thing, jack wasnt the most cheery or social and things definitely havent changed

CUDDLING- hes really cold so thats good for hot nights! not good for cold ones though </3 but hey maybe you guys are somewhere where its perpetually hot. as for the actual act of cuddling, he prefers to be the big spoon. likes sleeping closer to the door, kinda makes a barrier of himself for you in case someone were to come in. which is unlikely since if this were his place, its literally a cabin in the woods in bumfuck nowhere, but the point still stands. only engages if youre asleep or ask for it. if youre the one holding him, he kinda. freezes still and doesnt dare move. poor dude, hes so scared hes going to bite you or something

GIFT GIVING- since he lives in the woods and doesnt have a job he cant exactly go out and give you gifts. he also isnt fond of taking belongings from victims, since he already takes pieces of their bodies. coughs. anyways, i think hes more of an act of service person (will talk more about that in L)

INJURY- youre in luck, he had plans to be a doctor, thats what he was going to college for! plus i think he had a little fixation on medical stuff in general growing up. little hc that his other choice was to be a microbilogist. idk, i can see it. but i dont think it needs to be said that neither became reality. but he does know how to treat some injuries and illnesses! so youre both in luck! but how does he react, emotionally? honestly, as long as youre not bleeding while hes in his frenzied state hes more than willing to help you... although its more so because he doesnt want the scent to trigger anything in him... he cares about you, i promise! its just that ultimately its better he doesnt go feral on you- now if he was the one injured hes already patching himself up... oh but imagine convincing him to let you clean up a wound he got while trying to do his thing.... ouuuugh... let the man be vulnerable, let him be taken care of... ueueue... anyways- yeah

KISSES- he doesnt wear his mask when hes at your place or his cabin- in fact he only really wears it when hes 'hunting' or 'prowling', so!! loves kissing your cheek. will absolutely refuse to kiss you if hes just ate, though, let him wash his face and brush his teeth first. and change his clothes. he likes being kissed anywhere; forehead, mouth, cheeks, hands, ect ect ect. now in terms of frequency i dont think he likes it too often, but that may be some internalized thing about no longer being worthy of love or something but hey who am i to say (loudly winks)

LOVE LANGUAGE- as previously mentioned, acts of service is how jack shows his appreciation and love for you. need something done? hes on it! need to do some chores but dont feel like it? you dont even need to ask! stuff like that, hell, even if something doesnt need to be done he will probably tinker at it and try to make it better if its an appliance or something that can be upgraded to be more efficient and effective. when it comes to receiving he likes words of affirmation, this man has been through hell and hes still going through it, so reassuring him that you still love him even though hes changing makes things a little less scary

PET NAMES- he likes calling you babe and baby. he likes being called hon! doesnt really do petnames, he finds saying someones name intimate enough... which honestly i kinda agree with, i kinda hate how utilized it is in romantic media. just two characters loving each other, sharing a moment, and one softly utters the others name in a sweet tone. GUH!!!! anyway

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! pegging, hair pulling + "but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" ꒰ buggy x dom, f!reader ꒱: foul language, slight degrading, anal penetration, slight pet play, incorrect / sexual use of his devil fruit powers, he sucks is own dick, and the "strap" is his own dick. don't question what his dick is attached to the warrant this. idk either... ꒰ 1.5k+ ꒱

𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯! 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. but he's your pathetic little man. sometimes the things that he mumbles into your thighs tugs at your heart. "maybe i'm hard to love 'cause i love too hard," he mumbled one night while you were delicately wiping off his make-up, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap. a hum left your lips. "i wouldn't say that. i just think you...haven't gotten the right type of love to get an idea off of," you dip the dirtied towel in the bucket of water next to you, wringing it out before continuing to wipe his make-up off. "so, i will gladly give you that type of love. and even if everyone else doesn't see how loveable you are, i will." you press a kiss to his nose and his clean cheek. he's your pouty, love-deprived man.

he's also your bratty little bitch. he might might be all pathetic in the bedroom, but he's an asshole outside of it. you'd think someone who values your love over everyone else's would behave, or at least listen to you a bit. but he's anything but obedient. he'll push and press your limits until you have to forceably shut him down. he has to be "the all powerful captain buggy!" until you shove him onto the bed and rude him 'till he can't think. and with each passing day, he gets more irritating.

and today of all days, someone had pissed him off. which in turn, pissed you off, because buggy loves reciprocating his anger on the thing that bared his fury, and all those surrounding that thing. all of which includes his crew, and you. moreso, you, because you are the one he confides in most. and by "confides" it really means "takes out his anger on" the most. whether it be fucking with you, or just fucking you into the mattress. and because your pissed you accidentally take it out on him, which he doesnt like. therefore, his anger shifts from whatever it was on earlier to you. que, buggy the asshole. however, today he chose the wrong day to start fuckin with you. doing things he nose knows you don't like, flirting with his favorite (and only) contortionist, anything to be a jerk to you for no particular reason.

which is exactly how he ended up here. face down on the pillow, drool seeping from in between his lips, throat constricting around his own cock. tears are streaming down his face as your fingers are stretching his hole. every whine, every gulp, every thrust of your fingers brings him closer to his orgasm. the stimulation from both places have his eyes rolling and thighs shaking. he's embarrassed, humiliated that his devil fruit has been used in this way. its weird and he feels slightly disgusted at how good it feels to suck himself off.

buggy hopes and prays his freaks can't hear him. can't hear him sob and cry, moaning and drooling all over his cock. you smile at how ruined his make-up is, staining the sheets blue and red. your free hand tangles its fingers in his blue hair, pulling back harshly, relishing in the whimper he lets slip. a line of saliva connects his reddened bottom lip to his pretty red tip. "feels good suckin' your own cock, hm?" he shakes his head desprately, gulping before speaking with a hoarse voice. "n—no." a hum leaves your throat before you shove his head back down, his cock sliding back in his mouth. 'is this what it feels like?!' buggy thinks to himself, wondering if this is how you feel when he manhandles you, shoving his cock down your throat.

"liar," you state, "forget i'm still finger fucking you? i can feel how turned on you are..." buggy sniffles, crying around his cock. your fingers harshly press against against his prostate, his cock twitching in his mouth. his legs shake, eyes wide as his mouth his filled with his own cum. "swallow. it," you command him, your free hand pressing his head down. salty. my cum is salty, he thinks to himself.

a gasp leaves his red lips when you yank his hair once again. the arch thar formed in his back was once again sinful. its as if his body was made to be fucked. if his cock wasn't drooling in front of you, you'd swear he was was woman from curves, your hands could fit perfectly on his waist. it poetic how ridiculously irritable and confident buggy can be until he pushes someone's limits too far. specifically yours. and its funny how he thought he was done when he heard the word "swallow." he didn't exactly expect for you to grab his red and leaking cock. he didn't expect the fingering to mean something. and he didn't expect to feel the girth of his own cock stretching him ass out. "f—uck!" he'd curse loudly, a crack in his voice.

"shh, don't want your crew to hear you, do you?" the whimper buggy let slip was adorable as he felt you push your hips to his. he wonders what exactly your using to keep his dick in place, but he recognizes he's not exactly in the place to ask. "see how it feels? actually, its pretty good when you get used to it," you comment, slamming your hips to his ass.

buggy jerks forward with your movements, whimpering as you begin to start treating him rougher. tears are streaming down his face. the worn and torn brown sheets are smeared with the white, blue, and red of his make-up. he understands your ridiculous reactions in bed, he understands you crying, because if this is how his cock feels everytime he fucks you—he'd cry too. well—he is crying. "didn't think you'd enjoy your own cock this much, bugs," you mumble, watching his hazy eyes roll the back of his head, your sure he can see his own brain. "'m not enjoyin' it!" perhaps his words would have more impact if he didnt say it so high-pitched. that whimpery buggy was back and present as you fuck him.

"ya sure?" you question as his hips start to instinctively rock into yours. "'m suuuureee," he groan, desperately grinding back against woth his tongue lolled. little please!'s leave his lips. it was as if this wasn't the first time he's taken soemthing up the ass.

"'m—ma dick feels s'good," he whines. "g—gunna get'u back for'dis." the switch-ups buggy tends to make often makes you chuckle. tonight it even seemed like a challenge. "sure, you can get me back, but i suggest you close your mouth..."

buggy wishes he could spit at you, degrade you correctly like he normally would, but the roll of your hips was proving too pleasurable. "shut y'r mouf! gunna ruin you..." he whines, his face still burried into his uncomfortable pillows. you till your head and grin. "ruin me? alright, but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" you whisper, lips pressed to the shell of his ear. "you can ruin me all you want if you get through the punishment, but the second you walk out there your just a "captain" who let himself get railed by his girl."

buggy tries to form a rebuttal, but your hand pressing into his back, forcing him to arch more, letting your—well his cock reach deeper. "i—i...aAH! fuck! i—ngh, gunna—gotta!" the words can't even leave his lips before he's shaking again, thighs shaking like branches in a storm as he cums. he whines at the sickening warmth he feels once again, from his own cock. he sniffles as you pull out, feel the thick substance drooling from his ass and onto his balls. "surprise surprise, you lasted whore! im actually impressed..." you tap his hip as buggy feels his cock so soft inside of him.

"had enough, buggy? or should i continue in another position?" you smile as you look down at him—a cruel glint in your eyes. you retract your hips from his reddened ass, his cock limp and leaking. a string of cum connecting the head to his hole with the whimper he lets out at the loss. the response was almost immediate, "i'm sorry! i— no more...'m sorry." his whimpering was almost adorable, but it was coming from buggy— of all people. "this isn't very captain-like, buggy. but— i accept your apology," you smile slightly, re-attaching his dick for him as his hips remain suspended in the air by his own volition.

buggy whimpers as he feels your—now free—breasts press against his bare back. "you can have your dick re-attached to you, but we're not done." he feels your smile against the back of his neck, strands of his blue hair sticking to your painted lips.

"roll over." and like a trained dog, he listened, practiced drooling as your undressed state. "no more drooling, unless you truly wish for me to treat you as a dog. but if you truly do, all i need is a woof!"

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What do you think Tommymick would do for Christmas? HC time!!!

i will fulfill my role as the headcanon girl!

here it is, tommymick christmas headcanons!!

- to start it off, tommy would wake up two hours earlier than mick just to make breakfast and wrap any other presents he forgot to. he’d be extra careful to make as little noise as possible, probably even tiptoeing around the house.

- finally, he’d wake mick up with christmas music and a little kiss on the cheek. mick would grumble about how cheesy tommy is, but would secretly be smiling into the pillow he’d bury his face into.

- also…tommy ends up making enough food for a family of five which means they’d be eating christmas breakfast leftovers for a whole week.

- the day before (christmas eve) they would finally manage to put up the tree and decorate it together. mick would have to stop tommy from putting stupid things on the tree (ex; a pair of boxers that made mick threaten to put the tree back in its box and “cancel christmas”). also, if it were up to mick they’d have an all black christmas tree…tommy ofc doesn’t let him put a single black ornament on the tree.

- tommy would blast cheesy christmas music throughout the house (to micks dismay) and sing along. would probably also try to get mick to sing along (which he adamantly refuses to do ofc).

- maybe they’d spend the day making cookies or something, just something to do together. tommys not allowed to handle the flour, seeing as though the last time he did he accidentally spilt it all over the floor. i think mick would pretty much do all of the work and would let tommy handle the sprinkles and clean the bowls. still, it’s the thought that counts and they have fun cutting the cookies into little shapes and all that.

- maybe they’d even make a gingerbread house (cue tommy making a complete mess and mick having the most neat and beautiful looking gingerbread house)…mick making fun of tommys messy little house, with a gingerbread man with…well you know tommys sort of humour ofc.

- knowing tommy, he’d probably convince mick to go outside with him and make a snowman or something, which mick turns down in his typical “fck the outdoors it’s cold!” kind of way. still, tommy would convince him to at least go outside and take pictures…which he agrees to ofc. cue a whole snowy photoshoot!

- when they come back inside, mick would make the both of them hot cocoa and they’d snuggle together and watch cheesy christmas movies together. if they don’t get invited to a last minute christmas party then they’d probably stay home and just chill. these two aren’t the type to just spontaneously go to the bar or anything.

- in the evening they’d finally open presents (after eating ofc, which would consist of tommy shovelling food in his mouth fast so he could hurry up and open his presents. mick would make him wait until he was done though…so cue tommy impatiently waiting for mick to finish his food). there’s so many gifts too, things that are both practical and entirely unnecessary. A lot of them are just things they both had seen while shopping that made them think of the other. (remember that vid of tommy showing off a couple of mugs that mick had bought him solely because they reminded him of tommy? that’s what i mean!)

- they end the day off just snuggling on the couch, talking about how great the day was, and maybe even just falling asleep holding each other.

ok, im so sorry if this seems rushed or…just very disjointed of what ppl do on christmas…don’t really celebrate it much (at least how normally ppl celebrate it) so idk what ppl actually do on christmas. still, i hope this is what you wanted!!

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feelin rlly idk HAPPY?? over this franchise as a whole✨

I wasn't even alive for Fallout 1 & 2 - but upon entering the world 3 years after they were released, would grow up hearing its name constantly... never did i think it would take GTA's place as my favourite video game series. Like literally never thought the weird little isometric game talked about by my older cousins would be the one.

I played Fallout 3 at the worst period of my life- it became a pure escape from graduating high school, becoming a severe alcoholic and moving off my mountain into my province's capital city. I was in love with it to the point that when I came home to my family home to visit, I would haul my xbox 360 in my backpack and strap my little tv to my back with a rope- ✨that's✨ how addicted I was to it.

It resonated with me in a way no other game series has. No, I obviously didn't grow up in the same standards as the wastes, but could resonate with foraging for food, no clean water & mess, destruction and despair everywhere you turned.

Fast forward a year or so, and I try Fallout: New Vegas. This is where it finally became my favorite series ever. I could list all the reasons, but they're similar to what you'll see all over the net; it's just amazing. I already was all "fuck the government" since I was a child but it made me think- think about the rule of authority, think about perseverance, weigh out what "right" and "wrong" truly means and the blurred line between the two.

By the time I was 21, I tried Fallout 4. It took some getting used to in the terms of its modern graphics, but I really loved how I got to experience conversations that felt like I was actually having them. I loved building the world back up and when I was brave enough to try mods- then shit got real interesting. I was already obsessed with Fallout 3 & NV but we can thank Fallout 4 for getting me into the community as a whole.

I was one of the ones to make fun of FO76- the launch was a huge part of that, but I just didn't understand how it could ever truly fit into the Fallout series. I played it for the first time when I was 2022, and now after 2 years I wholeheartedly regret shitting on it so hard. There are so many cool quests/stories and though some of them are silly seeing as it's online-based and they need to cater to that and though it's a bit strange at first, it feels so cool to be around other players adventuring the wastes + actually having to persist to build your own base, feed yourself and survive- as console commands don't exist in the same realm they used to with the earlier titles.

Now, we arrive at the airing of the first Fallout television show. I seriously thought it was gonna be shit- I just couldn't imagine them being able to do a good job but as we can see, here we are. The show is amazing and I didn't even know it was something I wanted so badly. The only real-life renditions of Fallout I've seen is that one live action trailer for 76 + cosplay- so seeing it in film, is seriously so fucking cool.

Idk guess im just gettin a little ✨sentimental✨ towards a series that has given me so many lessons, so much ability to cope with my own shit + gotten me into such a fun community filled with funny jokes, amazing art, discussions and rich lore that maybe one day could leave the video game + TV screen and become even a book.

Ty to the crew of original artists who started this back in the 90s, and thank you to the crew of artists at Bethesda in this current century who kept this game going💖

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**SPOILERS FOR LINK CLICK S2 FINALE**

I genuinely thought I could take anything that this show (Link Click) threw at me, even one of the mcs dying, but not like this.

The last minute reveal of lg's time traveling shit absolutely ruined me, and while it's a stellar plot twist, if either of them die after this it's gonna feel so much more horrid.

Cause if cxs still dies after this then it'll make sense since they said death was an unchangeable node, but it means that lu guang will have gone through all of that for nothing. And maybe lg will somehow change things but die in place of cxs, which will also be depressing but I think he would rather die himself than watch cxs die again. He seemed really disappointed that he didn't die from the stab wound, as if he knew that he didn't get to successfully trade himself...

Honestly, lu guang being a major hypocrite is such good writing, because he's seen as this clean, untouchable do-gooder who has such strict morals, but breaks them for his best friend. Makes you wonder whether he made the "no going back in time" rule because he was afraid of cxs changing something that would ruin his changes.

Also the phone password was a hint, because you can see on lg's watch in the dive scene that it says september 13, at 00:05, which reflects the 091305. It's probably a reminder of what day he needs to jump back to each time.

Which day? idk, but I'd assume its the day the two of them met. But the watch blurred out the year, so it could be the past or the future. Since lg was wearing his s1 clothes I'd say it's the past, along with the fact that he says "i'd still use this last chance" so he's probably jumped before. It makes sense cause qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi joked earlier in the show about how lu guang "appeared out of nowhere"

Anyways those are my 2 cents LMAO I could not stop thinking about this show when I finished it. Tell me your theories!

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S1 E5 - 100 Tears Away

It was only a matter of time before Ally's shenanigans got someone killed. Now, she's a woman on the run from the law, taking the plates off her Honda and driving due west, who knows where she--

Oh, that other woman is alive. And being taken away in a a stretcher?! For an Ambulance?! God bless Medicare, I guess.

And then Ally sassing the cop?? Girl, you know that anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law! Or in this case -- in a hearing of the board of bar overseers for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Also, Renee is Deputy DA? And has a roommate? Boston rent is too damn high!

And the COPS wouldn't charge Ally with shoplifting. The LITERAL BOSTON PD would not get involved in this dispute. And the grocery store would not press charges for Ally's pussy cream. I'm not trying to sound too Blue Lives Matter right now, but I'm sure the police have better things to do. In a show where usually Ally is the villain, this episode really flips the script to make Ally the target of others' cruel, absurd behavior. You're certainly keeping me on my toes, Ally! She still does manage to ruin Georgia and Billy's sleep schedule.

When Ally tries to make fun of (?) the judge by saying "He likes hookers and clean teeth." Its like... who doesn't like those things? Oh Ally likes virgins and gingivitis? Go off, I guess...

Good for Elaine for getting seed funding for the face bra! Why is no one supporting her in her venture? Although she may have a hard time getting a patent, seeing that Elaine has already made several public disclosures of her face bra. The fact that NONE of the attorneys at Cage & Fish warned her of this is upsetting.

SMOKING INDOORS! Smoking indoors alert! Always throws me for a loop to see that in media that's not obviously from like, the 70s or earlier. Then when Elaine takes a puff of the cigar and says "they lend intrigue to my character," that is straight up a Jenna Maroney-ism.

The central crux of this episode is about the "mental fitness" of lawyers. Here I am laughing my taught little ass off. If you have ever met a lawyer, you know that's irrelevant and mental wellness is actually a HINDRANCE to the effective pursuance of a legal career.

The secondary crux (a term a just made up! (and don't worry, the public disclosure rule for patents doesn't apply in the same way for trademarks)) of the episode is Ally's shame around her pussy cream. I'm not going to tell a woman how she should or should not feel about her body. But I will affirm my right to do one of these behind her back😒.

A quote from this episode, presented without context:

"Sometimes I'm tempted to become a street person, cut off from society. But then I wouldn't get to wear my outfits."

I can't tell if this show hates woman or is a feminist slay.

Ally's monologue in the hearing -- yeah you can tell Calista comes from a stage acting background.

Then in Billy's office, Ally breaks down. She goes on a meandering monologue about being so starved for intimacy, she fantasizes about fucking a stranger on the street, and she bought her spermicidal jelly to indulge this fantasy. She's worried about being seen as crazy. Ally, you're not crazy! A psychiatrist would have so many more distinct, well-evidenced words to describe you but crazy is not one of them. Sending love and light.

In the end, thanks to impassioned monologues from Whipper and Billy, the bar does not suspend Ally's license. Obviously the show needs her to be able to practice law, but idk maybe she should try therapy?

Ally calls her parents in the final few minutes of the episode. We honestly don't know much about Ally's life unless it's vis-a-vis Billy. Ally is so boy-crazy, even her biography fails the Bechdel test. I hope we get to see her parents soon! Wow, I have so little going for me that my hopes and dreams right now include "seeing the parents of a fictional TV character." Sad!

And Renee NEEDS to fuck those twins.