#please know I'm not serious this is a joke

[abbinurmel]

As someone who's been diagnosed also with this disorder only very recently in my late 30s, I too can attest this is not what normal PMS is for women. Pmdd is a very frequently undiagnosed and serious issue. I for the longest time just thought I was simply an unhinged person or that I'm just having regular PMS symptoms and I'm too sensitive about it. This is not a normal kind of behavior to have; being moody and irritated is not the same thing as constantly feeling like everyone would rather you dead or just unbelievably pissed or crying over everything. There's a clear difference between "uggggh, blah, it's Monday, grumble grumble, I'm tired and wish I could stay home with some tea, hate this, ugh your so annoying right now, sigh mumble grumble grumble... 😑"

and

"I suddenly wonder how it'd be best to kill myself/others and get away with it??...y'know, just for random amusement sake. What are all of the most efficient methods? Hmmmm. I mean I am not sad, not really, okay maybe, but y'know, I just am preparing for the probable inevitiability I am gonna do it someday in the future, we might not know why, but, y'know, we'll figure it out. This isn't a mental disorder symptom, relax, this is me just being numb and tired and "Practical". ...besides, does my boyfriend even love me?? Probably not. I bet everyone else despises me too. I bet they always did. Every month I always piss somebody off, they're all probably so tired of my shit anyway. I'm such a ugly piece of shit and the world is dying and nothing is good and nobody ever loved me and nobody ever will and I'm just a dumbass surrounded by dumbasses and I'm going to decay into a sickly old woman in just three months and-"

STOP.

Kids please, get PROFESSIONAL HELP if this stuff happens to you all the time. Get on Zoloft, or exercise, or take birth control or seek talk therapy, or change your diets, whatever it is you and your gynecologist decide you need. It is not a joke. You need to practice discipline against this thing, and you will need the aid of being able to recognize there's medically something ACTUALLY BEHIND THIS AND IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.

Ever since I've been on the right correct dosage of sertraline meds/taking Primrose oil supplements to treat my symptoms, I've already noticed huge difference. It was also a huge difference when I finally managed to get birth control in my arm implant after I turned 30, compared to what I was like every single cycle during my teens and my early twenties. I was an absolute mess. I still get meltdowns from time to time but they are nowhere near the volcanic levels they used to reach, unless stressful unforseen circumstances or someone pushes my buttons in a severe way. It's now so different. NOW I can feel just weary and grumpy, uncomfortable, tired, and "meh". It's about the same as how you emotionally should feel like, while having a minor cold. No one gets a cold, and thinks they are worthless or definitely going to die, be it thru self harm or body dysfunctions they paranoid guess at.

You should just feel KINDA CRUMMY and TIRED. That is all. No worse feeling than dragging yer ass on a cold day out of bed early to a job you begrudgingly tolerate, not even despise... Any friends and loved ones around you (that already respect you) will tolerate that state you are in/be whom they always are. And if they somehow don't, your healthy brain has the dignity and logic to say "well too bad y'all, I am having a COLD, so, I am mucus-y and cranky and gross. It's not a big deal. I just ain't having sex going to work or socializing with family today, deal with it🤷. 🙄 sigh."

If you have PMDD, the above scenario isn't what happens. What happens is tears, cursing, fights, physical abuse or substance abuse or impulsive acts. It's days of neglecting hobbies, chores and self care, just choosing to without telling anyone that you're staying locked up in your bedroom in the dark for hours, and feeling days or weeks of miserable, thoroughly aimless bitterness and ennui. A daily exhausting slog ends up leading into straight up sickening amounts of constant self loathing, severe insomnia, and contempt for humanity and every inch of your body. You will not stop naval gazing or feeling like your life is going nowhere and it can't be ignored for even a minute.

And THE SECOND you bleed, it just... Stops. It's both a relief and actually distressing in itself how abrupt it is. The minute my period happens, I feel 10x less emotionally shitty and unfocused, even if my body is saying AGH, FUCK, SHIT, DAMNIT

Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."

It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 10

AN: There was a request for how they all said I love you and I decided I wanted to do it :) I'm trying to decide how I want the timeline of like the serious/lore stuff to go, and if I want to do it now or wait. I'm almost at 150 followers so maybe I'll do it for that :D

This was a request but atp it's just as much for me as it is for y'all

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine -> Part Nine 1/2

Warning: Cosmo's bit gets a little steamy idk what happened maybe im ovulating or sum./hj

☁ I love relationship building so much. You guys have no idea, especially with Food Coma boys. (Which is also apparently one of their ship names omg???)

☁ So, I think it's easiest to honestly go one by one with these boys. As I've established before, they each have their own things and moments with each other as well, just to note, so like please don't think this relationship is they're all in love with Reader and not each other. I had someone message me with concerns regarding that, and I just wanna clear the air! They all love each other and Reader very much and are one big happy unit :D So I hope this kind of help mends any questions because I tried adding more...yk MBC moments without reader involved! (That sounds bad but you'll see)

☁ That being said, they all get their own moments FIRST. And while Sprout got you all together, Astro is the catalyst for most of it. Cosmo has his own moments later, dw.

☁ He's a quiet guy, don't get that wrong, but he's such a lover. He's so used to hiding in the background and hoping people don't notice him because he was so insecure about himself, his personality, his looks and thoughts and opinions and-

☁ He was just...scared of the world, he supposes. But you three had a way of just...making it better. Not so scary.

☁ He shows his love in a variety of ways. Small acts of service and physical touch are big ones, quality time too. He absolutely adores just...being with you guys in any capacity. He doesn't like to make big spectacles about his love for you all, but he does love making sure you all know it. So if that takes something a little more obvious then what he's used to doing, he's willing to do it.

☁ He says it to Cosmo first, suckas. It's not something he plans, no, it just slips out. They're in the middle of the first (of what would become many) horror movie nights they'd share, just the two of them. Sprout was busy with plans he previously made with Vee and you encourage the two of them to spend some time alone just the two of them, taking Coal and Pebble to the training room for some exercise.

☁ Cosmo's energy is not as vibrant as yours and Sprouts, it's much softer and gentler, a welcoming embrace despite the tense atmosphere of the room. They had set up on the bed, with snacks and drinks at the ready, leaning against a mountain of pillows cuddled up against each other. The movie was mid at best, with cheap attempts at scares, but they joked it would make you and Sprout jump just the same.

☁ There was a lull in the movie where Cosmo was telling him about Razzle and Dazzle's recent attempt at comedy when it just...slipped? Maybe it was the reflection of Cosmo's eyes, the reflection from the duo of colors or just the way he used his hands to emphasize his distaste with the finn-esque puns they attempted, but it bubbled up and spilt out before he could stop it.

☁ "I love you." It was as simple as that, just those three words, but they made Cosmo stop all the same. He stilled, blinked and immediately snapped all of his attention to Astro, who was just about to fly into a flurry of apologies and pleas to just forget about it, but he was stopped by the feeling of Cosmo's lips pressing against his, his curled tail wagging wildly behind him.

☁ When he pulled away, his eyes shined with tears even as Astro wiped away the ones he could. "Oh, nightlight, I love you too."

☁ Sprout was next for Astro. The two mains already previously had a relationship, so they fell back into step pretty easily, the only difference really being more physical touch between them. They're used to spending time together, so when you and Cosmo are away on a common's exclusive run, it's no skin off their teeth.

☁ Before looking through old files and things, I imagine Sprout uses Astro as a taste tester as, unlike you and Cosmo, he'll be honest with him about adjustments that need to be made. Sprout has him relatively trained enough to tell if there's too much salt, too much butter, if it's overmixed or not folded well enough.

☁ So they use the opportunity to try more...temperamental recipes. Macrons are at the top of Sprout's list, constantly trying, and subsequently failing, to perfect the twitchy cookie. This was the fourth session of trying.

☁ Astro has no issues regarding this as he gets the failed cookies regardless and he gets to spend one on one time with Sprout, so a win is a win in his book.

☁ Plus, seeing the berry's leaves up in a ponytail stirs something fluttery in Astro's gut that he doesn't quite want to address just yet, much less when he adds a bandana to keep the smaller bits at bay.

☁ It all seemed to be going well, up until Sprout pulled the cookies out, only to look absolutely crushed at the concaved shells and lack of feet. The tray is practically thrown onto the counter as Sprout passes, Astro clicking his tongue sympathetically as he welcomes the defeated berry into his chest, wrapping his cloak around him. Astro is only half convinced he won't cry, but will be there even if he does.

☁ "I hate these stupid cookies." Sprout mumbles, and Astro hums. "And the French." Astro hums again, refraining from voicing the thought that there's no way the entirety of France is to blame here.

☁ "It's okay. Flat cookies or not, I still love you." He mumbled back, brushing back the strands in the ponytail, watching the greenery bounce back- rather amused by it until Sprout is suddenly pulling away, hands racing to squeeze the celestials cheeks. "What?!"

☁ "I-" Sprout shakes his head, not letting Astro continue. "No, I heard it. I'm mostly bummed because how did you beat me?!"

☁ "Beat you?"

☁ "I was supposed to say it to you first!" The berry, dare he say, whines, throwing his head back before it's whipping forward, slowing before it collides with the Celestial's own heads, gently laying against his forehead. "I love you, Astro Novalite. Never forget it, yeah?"

☁ "Or what?" Astro teases, barely getting another word before Sprout is on him, hands still holding his cheeks as his lips swallow Astro's own laughter.

☁ Now, welcome back to the story, Reader :). We missed you! As an apology for kicking you out momentarily to watch the boys be boys in love, lets start you off with ASTRO >:D

☁ I have a favorite, if you couldn't tell. (It's all of them and I struggle to split the parts between each of their POVS)

☁ So for you, Astro doesn't approach it the same way. No, he owes you so much for so many reasons and needs something much further. You were the one who got the majority of the research to bring him back, having to distract his twisted form over and over and over again. You were the one to use the antidote, cornering him and carrying him back to the elevator. You were the one to ease him back into the swing of things, playing guard dogs when the other commons became a bit too much for him so soon after his return. You were there, with Cosmo of course, during the entirety of his recovery, sneaking him treats and threading tales of the runs you've done to keep him entertained.

☁ It's not as graceful as you think.

☁ Sprout and Cosmo are in the kitchen and you're laying down for a midday nap, inviting Astro to come with since you know he, more than anyone, loves a good nap. He eagerly accepts, walking with you back to your room with a little skip in his step.

☁ Except for the first time...ever, he can't sleep. You're already dozing beside him, chest rising and falling with your back moving in time with under the hand he's keeping between your shoulders. He's practically thrumming with energy as if he used his own ability on himself.

☁ He thinks for a moment what you normally do when he's asleep and you're feeling wide awake. He immediately comes to his solution, grinning.

☁ "Hey," He pokes your cheek and your brows furrow. "Hey, I need you to un-sleep for a second."

☁ "What are you going on about-" You groan, words slurring slightly as one of your eyes just barely peek open. "If I give you a kiss will you...not."

☁ "Nope." He pops his 'P', making you groan. "I need you to know how much I adore you and care for you and how if you never wake up from your dreams its because I'm living the dream by being one of the ones you chose."

☁ "If you don't wake up from your dreams, it's because I suffocated you with your pillow!" You hiss, scrunching your eyes shut much tighter as you curl into your blanket, which is really just his stolen cloak. "Now go to beeeed."

☁ "I love you." He purrs, watching in real time as your eyes pop open and stare at him. You have to hide your grin before your raising to lean on your hands. "I love you too!" You say with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

☁ You give him a kiss, a nuzzle of your foreheads and a quick glare before laying back down on his chest, waiting a second before closing your eyes, as if daring him to speak again.

☁ "And another thing-"

☁ "OKAY-" You're sitting up again, this time planting your hands on his shoulders as he laughs up at you. "Lay down."

☁ "I'm laying down." He teases, finding too much entertainment in your reaction at having the tables turned on you. He's been awoken many a times to you leaning over him, poking him if only to tell him about how it's raining outside or some weird miniscule thing you suddenly remembered.

☁ "I love you." You start, jabbing his chest. "But I don't play like this." You sneer. Then you lay down and press a kiss to his lips once more. "You're very cute." You growl, laying back down. This time he lets you with a small chuckle, quick to follow you into dreamland.

☁ If you think that doesn't become a habit between you two, I hate to tell you. It does. Sprout and Cosmo are so over it.

☁ Sprout is next for you dear reader.

☁ It's probably sometime after Vee's retrieval, when you're supposed to be resting, but are not, sneaking into the kitchen you were banned from.

☁ Your sock padded feet are nearly silent against the tile in the kitchen, blanket swishing against the floor as you reach for the utensil drawer, grabbing a spoon before reaching into one of the cabinets, blindly reaching for your treat of choice. Your fingers wrap around it, pulling it free as you beam at it.

☁ Getting a pudding cup past Sprout these days was a challenge all on it's own, but this had been a well planned heist. Even while injured, you were relatively fast, contorting your body to escape the hold Cosmo had on you. You carefully stepped out of bed down near the foot of it, staying a few seconds just to ensure the three behind you stayed asleep. They did, with minimal scuffling to fill in the gap. You let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the blanket you planted at the end of the bed the night before before making your way to the kitchen.

☁ All for a pudding cup.

☁ Looking at said treat, you wilt a bit at what your life has come to in terms of pudding.

☁ Still, you peel it open and eagerly dig your spoon into it, bringing it to your mouth only to freeze at the eyes peering at you. You pause, stilling your actions as they blink. You blink. Then you shake your head, eyes pleading silently.

☁ "Pebs, buddy. C'mon, think of all we've been through." You plead, watching the rock stare you down. His tail wags and you think for a moment you've won.

☁ "Arf!"

☁ It echoes in the hall and you nearly sob at it. It would only wake one person, but that one person is the one you planned so hard to get around all for it to be foiled by the dog.

☁ "I hate you." You sneer at the oddly proud looking pup. " I'm giving you a bath later." The threat falls on deaf ears as Pebble runs in a circle, tail continuing to wag.

☁ He barks again, but you don't care. The damage has been done. Frankly, you really should blame Gigi. She started the whole pudding cup fiasco.

☁ Pebble runs off behind you and you take a moment for a deep breath before turning. As predicted, Sprout is there, gently scratching Pebble's chin, slipping him a treat before standing. Pebble takes it and runs off somewhere, leaving you in the clutches of the Warden. He looks at you, but rather than the normal face he has when he scolds, he's smiling. It almost looks like he's trying not to laugh.

☁ "What are you laughing at?" You snip, and he nearly breaks, shaking his head. "Your face. You look like someone kicked your puppy."

☁ You pout further and he laughs before walking over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before continuing further into the kitchen, grabbing an apron as he goes. You watch him skeptically, eyes darting to your pudding then back to him. When he turns to check on you, haven't heard you move at all, he raises a brow. "What's up, bud?"

☁ "You're just gonna...let me have it?" You raise a brow, not trusting the situation. He scoffs good naturedly at this. "I'm honestly more surprised you aren't sick of it for life. If you want a pudding cup this morning, I won't stop you. One is where I draw the line though."

☁ You hum slowly, taking a spoonful of your treat once more and sticking it in your mouth. it makes your tail wag as you walk to the barstools around the counter, perching yourself on one as you watch Sprout work, getting everything ready for the morning.

☁ "Do you ever get tired of doing this?" You ask, tilting your head. Sprout hums at the question, turning on the coffee pot and pulling out a mug for himself. "No. I like doing it. The mornings are nice. Calm. Moreso when I have certain people joining me." He grins. "The usual for you?"

☁ You nod and he gets you your beverage of choice, pouring himself his own cup of coffee. "Waffles or pancakes?"

☁ "Waffles." You answer him, watching as he works. It's a smooth, flawless things, and one of the many things you love about him. The thought hits you like a brick, stunning you in your chair. He slides you your beverage of choice, raising an imaginary brow. "...Are you sure you're okay?"

☁ "I love you." You breath out, and his cheeks flush a darker red. "I love you, Sprout. Like a lot a lot." You blurt out and he stalls for a second, hands twitching for a second as he seems to reboot.

☁ Your knees lay on the stool as you push up to get closer to him over the counter. "Did I break you?"

☁ His hands shoot up, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a hard kiss to your lips. It dazes you just a bit as you swoon, your knees nearly giving out from under you. He catches your weight and laughs at you, gently setting you back down before rounding the counter, quickly repeating the kiss. When he pulls away he's beaming, squishing your cheeks. "I love you too, bud. Now, let's get you fed."

☁ Now, Cosmo, the sweet cinnamon roll cake roll baby bitch ass.

☁ You two, like Sprout and Astro, have a bit of a history together, so you guys spend time together all the time. Whether it's doing something like play wrestling in the bedroom, doing a workout together or lazing about playing video games, if either of you can't be found, there's a good chance you're with each other somewhere, goofing off while the other two are busy.

☁ I've established beforehand that he lets you just hang off him at all times (In the pudding part i think thats pt 3), but my personal HC is that Cosmo is jacked. He's got muscles and uses them without even trying.

☁ Like if he's cleaning and you're in the way, you're thrown over his shoulder in a fireman carry as he continues on. Astro needs help reaching a top shelf, Cosmo is there giving him a boost. Even if he's not careful, he'll life Sprout up in the middle of a hug. Like he's just so unaware of how strong he is.

☁ So you're probably with him while he's doing a quick workout, counting as he does pushups, swatting at his tail every time he raises. He flickers it back at you as he lowers, making it a game between you two.

☁ His shoulders move with every restart of the cycle, making your eyes track them and every flex of his muscles, hearing every one of his grunts.

☁ (Bro i need to be caged what is with me and Cosmo omg)

☁ You swat at his tail again and he stills at the upright position, arms shaking just a bit. "You having fun back there?"

☁ "I'm having a blast. Number 65 by the way. You having fun down there?" You tease, gently pulling the tail from it's normally curled position only to release and watch it curl right back.

☁ "Oh, just the greatest time." He grunts again, lowering once more. One of your hands moving to run down his back, pressing against each of the muscles. "Do you let the other two do this?"

☁ "Who says I let you do this?" He throws back, still for a second before raising again. You press against the muscles, feeling the firm press of them against your palm.

☁ "I do. Because you lovveeee me~." You purr, hand moving to poke at some of the sprinkles in his icing. You had chosen a few of them today.

☁ He grunts again, tail swiping a few times before he chuckles, bringing his knees under him so he can sit up. You yelp as you fall, shaking your head before shooting a glare at him.

☁ He's already smirking down at you, taking a swig from his nearby water bottle. "Maybe I do. What of it?"

☁ "You don't drop people you love first off." You scoff, immediately swallowing you next complaint as the cake roll traps you between himself and the floor.

☁ "However will I make it up to you after letting you ride my back for the past however long." He snickers before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you."

☁ Your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss enough you can hear his tail pick up it's wagging pace. When you separate, you grin at him. His eyes darken at the look before he's scooping you up and standing. "I'm not letting you start something in the public gym of all places."

☁ You loudly boo. "You never let me have any fun!" You cry out dramatically before huffing, smiling at the whole of it all fondly. "But, I love you too. Kill joy or not."

☁ "Bite me." Cosmo snuffs, yelping when you do exactly as he asks.

[gilverrwrites]

Okay hear me out- Kon being able to breed us but with his pussy. Like ughhhh I need him to scissor with me and talk about filling me up with all of his juices. I keep imagining him fingering himself then us🙏 I NEED to know I'm not the only one who's thought of it

I hadn't thought about this tbh but actually it's so hot ngl and if I may add…

There's always something a little off about him when he gets excited like this, something distinctly not quite human as he really ruts his cunt against yours. Blue eyes seemingly ablaze as he brags about how badly you want him to fuck a baby into you.

He cums so much. Much more than you thought possible. Obscene amounts of thick, sticky, iridescent juices that he finger fucks into your already full and over-sensitive pussy. “Don’t wanna waste a single drop now, do we, hon?”

And he just keeps going, feral, exerting that super stamina. His slightly too sharp teeth gritted as he tribs on your clit, letting his juices run into every crevice, collecting every last drop from his folds and smearing the remnants all over you as you twitch and whimper, long past sex drunk until you whine that; “ssss to much, too full, Kon, please.”

It kills him to tear himself away from your sweet little cunt, but he does it for you. Kissing his way up from your slit to your jawline, gently rubbing your belly, talking about how you should; “Just wait. You think you're full now. Pretty girl, you're gonna swell up so big when you're carrying our kin.”

You giggle, dizzy, before locking your fingers in his hair, kissing him hard, falling asleep in his arms. It's fun, pretending. Hot thinking about being bred by your half-Kryptonian boyfriend.

Until one day it's not a joke anymore. Until he’s licking his lips when he sees how your stomach is starting to grow. His pussy throbbing when it's your time of the month and he can't catch a single whiff of it.

The night you tell him, he stares at your confused face with that same predatory look he gives you when you're fucking. “You knew I was being serious, right?” He wasn’t playing games when he told you he was gonna make an honest woman outta you yet babe, he was playing for keeps.

[callmemonster68]

HEESEUNG - Hot BestFriend ( slight smut )

a provocation between friends ends up getting too hot

Pairing: Heeseung X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Warning: explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

It was a night like any other. Heeseung's house, always bustling with friends sharing the space with him, was even more crowded and noisy. Loud music, laughter echoing, and glasses clinking filled the space as you and he moved between the rooms.

You two were inseparable. Best friends for years, they shared everything – from embarrassing moments to the most exciting ones. And that night was no different. They laughed together, mocked their drunk friends, and even shared a few shots of tequila, while talking about the nonsense of life.

Until someone had the brilliant idea to go down to the basement. The game room in the basement was the perfect refuge: a pool table, comfortable sofas, an improvised bar, and a more relaxed vibe. It was where everyone went when they wanted to unwind a bit from the hustle and bustle upstairs.

You sat next to Heeseung on the couch, your head already starting to feel light from the drinks. He offered you a lazy smile, one of those smiles that always made you feel strangely warm inside. But, of course, you never paid much attention to it – after all, he was your best friend.

The games began – silly challenges, daring questions, and some drinking games that had everyone laughing until their stomachs hurt. The night was fun, the soft lights of the game room creating a comfortable and slightly intimate atmosphere.

So, in a moment, out of pure provocation and the energy from the drinks, you decided to do something impulsive.

Y/N: Heeseung, hold this for me.

You joked, placing your empty glass on the table in front before suddenly sitting on his lap. He widened his eyes for a second, clearly taken by surprise, but said nothing.

You started moving your hips in a rhythmic and provocative dance. It was just a game – or at least, that's what you told yourself. But Heeseung's expression changed. The easy smile gave way to a serious, intense look as his hands moved to hold your waist, as if trying to stop you from continuing.

And then he leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to her ear.

Heeseung: I can be your best friend, (he said, his voice deep and hoarse, sending shivers down your spine) but I'm still a man. Please stop grinding your delicious ass on my cock.

You felt the heat rise throughout your entire body upon hearing his words, but instead of stopping, something inside you wanted to test the limits. Your lips curled into a provocative smile as you swayed again, even more slowly this time, as if you were challenging him.

Y/N: And what are you going to do if I don't stop, Heeseung?

You whispered, leaning slightly so that your mouth almost touched his neck.

His hands tightened even more around your waist, and you could feel his heavy breath against your skin. For a moment, he seemed to be struggling with himself, as if trying to control his own mind, which was clearly on the verge of losing focus.

Heeseung: You don't want to know how far I would go.

He murmured back, his voice deep, laden with tension and something else you couldn't ignore.

But you wanted to. You wanted to know exactly how far that would go.

Her hand slid over his chest, playing with the collar of the shirt he was wearing, while his hips continued the slow movement.

Y/N: Maybe I want to know, yes.

You provoked him, looking directly into his eyes, your voice low but laden with boldness.

His eyes darkened, and suddenly, he held her waist firmly, stopping her movements decisively. He leaned his head closer, his mouth just a few inches from hers.

Heeseung: You don't know what you're playing with, Y/N.

Y/N: So show me.

You replied, challenging him, while lightly running your tongue over your lips, as if that were the last drop he needed to lose control.

Before you could say anything else, Heeseung pulled you closer, eliminating any space between you. His hand moved from your waist to your back, while the other remained firmly on your hip. He tilted his head, his eyes burning into yours, and you could feel the growing heat between the two of you.

Heeseung: Last chance to get out of here before I show you exactly what you're asking for.

He murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her entire body.

You smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Y/N: I'm not going anywhere.

It was all he needed.

Heeseung closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if trying to regain some control that you knew he had already lost. When he opened them again, his gaze was more intense than ever, and with a firm and determined movement, he held your neck, pulling you closer.

Heeseung: You asked for this.

He murmured, before pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was immediate and overwhelming. There was no hesitation, only pure desire, as if the years of friendship between you had been swept away. His hand on your waist pulled you even closer to him, while the other rose to hold your face, firm but gentle.

You responded without thinking twice, your hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the strength he held there, as if he were holding the world to keep it from going beyond what it should. But, at that moment, the limit seemed to have disappeared.

The game room around seemed to no longer exist. The sounds of friends laughing and drinking in the distance were just a blur. It was as if there were only the two of you, the heat, the tension, and the desire that kept building up more and more.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, he still held your waist firmly, his eyes locked on yours. His breathing was heavy, and you realized how much you had enjoyed seeing him like this – out of control, because of you.

Heeseung: Y/N… (he started, his voice hoarse, as if he needed superhuman effort to speak) If you keep this up, there will be no turning back. And I don't know if I can stop.

You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with the strands in an almost innocent gesture, although nothing at that moment was truly innocent.

Y/N: And who said I want you to stop, Heeseung?

You replied, leaning in close to him again, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

That was enough to make him act again. He held you firmly, turning you so that you lay on the couch while he hovered over you. The intensity in his gaze was different now – there was no more room for doubt or hesitation.

His hands explored her waist, slowly moving up the side of her body, while he pressed his lips against hers again, this time more slowly, but equally deep. He seemed to be holding back, savoring every second, as if he wanted to imprint that moment in his memory.

Heeseung: You are so annoyingly beautiful when you do that.

He murmured against her lips, his voice laden with a mix of amusement and desire.

Y/N: When do I do what?

You teased, lightly sliding your nails over his arms, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Heeseung: When you get me out of control, (he replied, before lightly biting his lower lip, making you let out a sigh that made him smile) And now you will deal with the consequences.

Heeseung's smile was full of teasing, but there was something more – a mix of determination and desire that made her skin tingle. He trailed his lips down her neck, leaving hot and slow kisses while his hands slid over her waist. You could feel his control slipping even more, and that only heightened the heat that filled the room.

Each of his touches seemed carefully calculated, although the urgency in his movement said otherwise. He whispered against her skin:

Heeseung: You knew this was going to happen, didn't you? You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?

Y/N: Maybe... (you teased, arching your back slightly as you felt his fingers exploring your waist and moving up the side of your body) And what if I did?

Heeseung laughed softly, the vibration of the sound sending shivers through his entire body.

Heeseung: You are worse than I thought.

He replied, his eyes fixed on hers with a glint that was both playful and dangerous at the same time.

You couldn't hold back and pulled his face for another kiss, this time taking control. It was intense, captivating, and you knew that from that moment on, there was no turning back for either of you. He seemed to like it, his hands holding your face firmly, while the kisses grew deeper and laden with everything you both had repressed for so long.

In the heat of the moment, he stepped back for a second, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

Heeseung: If I ask you now, will you still say it's just a joke?

You smiled, running your hand along his jawline, and replied without hesitation:

Y/N: There's nothing funny about this, Heeseung.

He chuckled lightly, but this time, there was no teasing – just something more genuine, as if hearing that had knocked down the last barrier he was holding up.

Heeseung: Well, because I don't plan on letting this be just a one-time thing.

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, his body pressing against yours on the couch as the intensity between you grew even more. The atmosphere was hot, the breaths heavy, and it seemed that each movement was more instinctive and urgent than the last.

For a brief moment, the laughter of one of the friends broke the silence in the room, bringing you both back to reality. Heeseung stopped, looking at you, and you could see the mix of desire and something deeper in his eyes.

Heeseung: We can continue here... or go somewhere else.

He suggested, his voice hoarse but full of a tenderness that made you smile.

Y/N: And if I say I like to take risks?

You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

Heeseung smiled sideways, leaning in to whisper in your ear:

Heeseung: You have no idea what you're asking for, Y/N.

Heeseung moved just enough to look at you, the smile playing on his lips. His hand still held your waist, as if keeping you trapped there, while his eyes swept over your face, full of intensity and desire.

Heeseung: You like to live dangerously, don't you? You like to live dangerously, don't you?

He murmured, almost as if he were challenging you.

You just smiled, biting your lip and leaning in to whisper in his ear:

Y/N: With you? Always.

The friends in the basement were too distracted with their own games and conversations to notice what was happening between the two of you on the couch, but Heeseung seemed about to push the boundaries even further.

He moved his hands along her waist, slowly rising up to her back, while their lips met once again. The kiss was intense, but this time, there was a control on his part that seemed almost impossible. He wanted more – that was obvious – but at the same time, he seemed to enjoy prolonging the wait, testing her patience.

Heeseung: You really have no idea what you're doing to me.

Y/N: So show me.

You teased, moving your hips slightly again.

His low laugh made her entire body shiver.

Heeseung: You're not going to give up, are you?

Y/N: No.

You responded, defiantly.

Before you could say anything else, Heeseung tilted his head and placed a warm kiss on your neck, his lips and tongue tracing a slow and torturous path. You tried to stifle a sigh, but it was impossible. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that made you even more out of control.

However, the sound of one of the friends approaching made Heeseung stop immediately. He held her waist, his eyes wide open, while you both tried to look as innocent as possible.

Jungwon: Hey, you two! Hey, you two! What are you two whispering about? Are you going to play or not?

One of the friends asked, stopping next to the couch with a suspicious expression.

Heeseung broke into a casual smile, although you could still see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Heeseung: We're just... discussing strategies for the next game.

He replied, letting out a light laugh that seemed convincing enough.

Jungwon: Well... You guys are being very quiet about this.

The friend replied, but ended up shrugging before returning to the pool table.

As soon as he walked away, you looked at Heeseung, trying not to laugh at the situation.

Y/N: I think we almost got caught.

Heeseung: You're having fun with this, aren't you? You're having fun with this, aren't you?

He asked, gently squeezing her waist as a smile formed on his lips.

Y/N: A lot.

You admitted, leaning in to kiss him again, but he placed his finger on your lips, interrupting the moment.

Heeseung: If we're going to keep doing this, it can't be here.

He said, his voice serious but still laden with desire.

Y/N: Cowardly.

You joked, teasing him once again.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly accepting the challenge.

Heeseung: Coward? You don't know me, Y/N. But, since that's what you want...

Before you could respond, he took your hand and stood up, pulling you along with him. He cast a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention before guiding you towards the basement door.

Y/N: Where are we going?

You asked, trying not to laugh as you followed his hurried steps.

Heeseung: You will find out.

He replied, a dangerous smile on his lips.

Heeseung opened the basement door carefully, discreetly looking down the hallway ahead. The noise from the party was still loud, which played to his advantage. He squeezed your hand, pulling you out of the game room with quick and determined steps, guiding you through a narrow corridor that led to one of the farthest rooms in the house.

Y/N: Are we really doing this?

You asked, the provocative tone, but the adrenaline evident in your voice.

He stopped in the middle of the path, turned to you, and pressed you against the wall. His gaze was intense, almost devouring, and the mischievous smile on his lips made it clear that he was as caught up in the moment as you were.

Heeseung: You started this, Y/N. Now you'll have to face the consequences.

He murmured, moving even closer, his hands firm on her waist.

Before you could respond, he tilted his head, kissing you with an urgency that seemed to consume everything around. The hallway was empty, but the idea that anyone could appear at any moment only made it more exciting.

His lips moved against yours as if he were starving, as if the years of friendship had accumulated a desire that could no longer be ignored. His hands explored your waist and back, pulling you against him as if there were not enough space between the two of you.

Heeseung: I warned you there would be no turning back.

He whispered against her mouth, his dark eyes shining with a mix of amusement and desire.

You smiled, running your hands through his hair, further tousling the dark strands.

Y/N: I never wanted to go back.

You replied, your voice laden with provocation.

He laughed softly, the deep and hoarse sound echoing down the hallway as he held your hand again and pulled you towards a nearby door. He opened it carefully, revealing a relatively small and messy room – probably one of the friends who shared the house.

As soon as you entered, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at you with an expression that mixed curiosity and amusement.

Heeseung: Are you sure you want to keep doing this here, knowing that anyone could knock on this door at any moment? Are you sure you want to continue with this here, knowing that anyone could knock on this door at any moment?

You approached him, running your fingers along the hem of the shirt he was wearing, your gaze fixed on his.

Y/N: Are you scared, Heeseung?

He laughed, shaking his head before holding your waist again and pulling you close.

Heeseung: Fear? No. But you really like playing with fire, don't you?

Y/N: I love it.

You replied, leaning in to lightly nibble his lower lip, eliciting a low sigh that made you smile.

Heeseung: Then you'd better get ready.

He said, his voice deep, as he switched positions, pressing you against the door. His hands explored your body again, this time with more boldness, while his lips traced a path down your neck.

The heat between the two of you was almost unbearable, and even with the awareness that you were pushing your limits, neither of you seemed willing to stop. Each touch, each kiss, each movement was charged with intensity, and the tension between you seemed to have reached the point of no return.

Heeseung slid his hands firmly along her waist, drawing closer, as if the world around them had ceased to exist. He pressed his forehead against hers for a moment, both breathing heavily, and then murmured:

Heeseung: I will take care of you... but I need you to trust me.

You held his face with both hands, looking directly into his eyes, feeling the sincerity and desire mixed in his tone.

Y/N: I trust. And I've never trusted anyone like this before.

You answered, your voice low but full of conviction.

His lips took hers in an intense kiss, with no room for hesitation. It was hungry, urgent, as if he had been waiting for this for too long. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer as their bodies fit together perfectly. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, pulling it gently, eliciting a low moan that vibrated against his mouth.

Heeseung stepped back for a moment, panting, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire upon seeing her surrendered expression.

Heeseung: You drive me crazy, you know? — He murmured, his lips traveling to her jawline, slowly descending to her neck, where he left a warm kiss followed by a gentle bite.

You arched your body, feeling the heat take over you with each of his touches. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders as he explored her skin with experienced lips and hands, tracing a torturous path along her collarbone.

He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers, and a mischievous smile curved his lips.

Heeseung: I should make you pay for all the teasing tonight. — His voice was pure temptation.

Y/N: Then do it. — You challenged, your voice coming out more laden with desire than you expected.

His smile widened before he captured her lips again, this time with even more intensity. Heeseung's hands explored her curves, his touch burning against her skin, sending waves of pleasure that made her body respond instinctively to each movement.

The distant beat of the music in the house seemed a reminder that you were in dangerous territory, but the adrenaline only made everything even more exciting. He slid his lips down your neck once more, leaving hot kisses and gentle bites that made you hold your breath.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made Heeseung stop abruptly. He looked at the door behind you and then at your swollen, panting lips. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

Heeseung: It seems like we are being tested. — He whispered, his mouth still so close to yours that you almost kissed again.

You laughed softly, sliding your hands over his chest before intertwining your fingers behind his neck.

Y/N: Do you think I care?

Heeseung held her waist tightly, his gaze sharp as if he were considering something very dangerous.

Before he could make any decision, the footsteps faded away and silence once again filled the room. He let out a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, regaining the control he was clearly about to lose.

Heeseung picked you up by the waist, lifting you off the ground, and carried you to the nearest bed, his lips resuming the urgent kisses as if every second without touching you were torture.

And from that point on, there was no turning back for either of them.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

The fandom can't make up its mind on what's supposed to be a joke and what's supposed to be serious because the show can't either half the time. It's a tonally disjointed mess that wants to have absurd over-the-top humor as well as a plot and moments of drama, romance, and angst that demand you see the characters as people and feel for what they're going through. Except you can't do that without also treating the dumb bullshit in a somewhat grounded way. Like, you're still dealing with the same characters. You can't just go "Oh, that? Let's ignore that!" the moment it's no longer convenient to you. You've opened this can of worms and now you have to sleep in it. So, every character flip-flops between two different versions of themselves depending on what the writers need in any particular scene.

This is not to say surreal humor can't be used right alongside characters you're supposed to empathize with, Teen Titans (not Go) did that and it worked. It's just that the absurdity can only come from the setting (Mad Mod, Mother Mae-Eye, pretty much anything Control Freak is in) or from designated joke characters (Date With Destiny). Teen Titans never had the main characters acting in clearly absurd ways as the butt of a joke unless those characters were brainwashed somehow, because the writers knew that would ruin any of the more grounded moments they wanted to write. The writers of Miraculous missed the memo on that one.

I don't disagree. A perfect example is Derision where the show takes all of the bad jokes about Marinette's crush and decides to take them seriously as if you can possible take them seriously without making Marinette come across as unhinged and dangerous. You can't, which brings us to the topic at hand: how do you even begin to understand these characters when the show is constantly making character-breaking choices?

My approach - and the approach I recommend others take if they're going to keep watching the show - is to focus on the characters' cores and reject anything canon does to violate those cores. I don't argue for this stance because I love the characters so much that I only want the good things to count. I take this stance because, if you don't, then the characters fall apart. There is no way to make them work as fully realized characters while embracing every choice canon has made. Miraculous has massive characterization issues that go well beyond the humor.

For example, Adrien has multiple moments of terrible behavior that are played in a serious manner such as the moment in the episode Frozer where he tries to start a fight with Ladybug in the middle of an akuma attack because she wouldn't accept a rose from him earlier:

Setup

Ladybug: I can't accept this rose from you. I told you already. I'm in love with someone else. Cat Noir: I know, M'lady. But if he weren't here, would things be different between us? Ladybug: Well, you know, I can't even begin to imagine him not being here. I'm sorry, Cat Noir. I really gotta get going, and you better do the same. (Swings her yo-yo to head back home; Cat Noir is sad, looking downwards, with one petal of the rose falling.)

Payoff

Ladyice: Cat Noir. We need to set up a trap for whoever turned the city into a giant ice rink. (throws yo-yo) Icecat: (bitterly) My feline instincts prefer to track and observe before I attack. You go your way, I'll go mine. Ladyice: Please don't tell me you're mad at me about the rose. Icecat: There may be a certain chill now between us. Ladyice: I get it, but we should really focus on saving Paris right now. Icecat: We don't always have to do everything together, after all. It's not like we're a couple. (skates away)

There's no way to argue this off as a bad joke. While Adrien has every right to feel hurt, those feelings don't excuse him acting like a pouting child in the middle of an akuma fight. It doesn't excuse him acting like this at any point! Ladybug is not a villain for telling him no. She wasn't even mean about it!

I clearly fully agree that Adrien looks awful and selfish here, but I'd still argue that it's not something that should be used to define Adrien's character if your goal is to tell the "ideal" version of Miraculous. "Ideal" being the version that canon seems to be going for based on the overall picture we can sort of make out if we back way, way, way up and look at the extremely abstract picture canon is clumsily painting.

Unless canon is going to do something monumentally stupid, Adrien is Marinette's endgame romantic interest. It's also clear that there is no plan to cut him from the team. He's going to be Chat Noir for the rest of his life or at least well into his adulthood. This means that he is supposed to be a good hero who deserves his miraculous just like he's supposed to be a charming and cute romantic lead. These are the two things I keep in mind when trying to shift through canon to figure out what writing choices I should fully embrace and what writing choices I have to either ignore or treat as true flaws that get an actual character arc. In my book, either approach is fine because most of the characters are deeply flawed at this point and you can't give them all arcs without bloating the story to nonsense levels.

My goal with this approach is never to say, "oh, that moment shouldn't count in terms of how people feel about the character." It's more, "that moment goes so hard against who this character is very clearly supposed to be that I can't take it into account if I want to tell the kind of story that Miraculous is trying (and clearly failing) to tell."

As an example, let's list off Adrien's worst behaviors. The things that make him look terrible:

He sucks at communicating his needs and feelings, leading to multiple moments where he gets mad at Ladybug for things she's totally unaware of

He has quit or considered quitting without warning multiple times and only one of those was because of something he did "wrong" (NYC Special)

He puts his feelings before the safety of Paris on multiple occasions, even going so far to purposely miss akuma fights to see what happens

He is incredibly pushy about his crush, often ignoring Ladybug's feelings on the topic by continuing to bring it up even after she asked him to stop

There have been multiple instances where he almost cataclysmed multiple people in a fit of anger

His love for Ladynette isn't strong enough to let him break free of things like akumas and nightmare dust even when he's looking her in the eyes making him a pretty crappy romantic lead

People will argue that some of this behavior makes sense for his character because of the abuse that canon has technically introduced, but that the writers seem blissfully unaware of. I don't disagree with that argument, but that doesn't change the fact that none of this is acceptable behavior for a hero and Adrien is a hero who keeps doing these things. A sad backstory doesn't give you the right to behave poorly without consequences.

At the same time, if I fully embrace these elements of canon, what I get is an Adrien salt fic where he loses his miraculous for good while Marinette finds her real true love or even just a non-salty fic where Adrien leaves for his own meatal health and gets replaced by someone who can handle being a hero right now. Canon's not writing either of those, so the only way to engage with these flaws while enjoying canon or aiming for the same end goals as canon is to say, "I guess this doesn't count" or "I guess I need to tone this way down and work through it via a character arc" or even "I guess that was just a bad joke maybe?"

That is the essence of what I mean when I call myself a writing salt, character sugar blog. It comes from looking at canon and seeing that there's simply no way to embrace the worst moments and the best at the same time. We're not dealing with a coherent plot and/or complex characters. We're dealing with a nonsense plot that will warp the characters to bizarre shapes to make random ideas work even if those idea go wildly against canon's end goals.

As an example, Glaciator and Frozer should not exist in the same universe or, at the very least, something should explain why Chat Noir randomly changed his stance on Ladybug's crush from acceptance to pushiness. As is, the pieces don't fit together. The behavior is too contradictory. Remember, this is how Glaciator ends:

Perhaps Ladybug will love me someday. I mean, like, I love her. I have to believe. In the meantime, her friendship is the best gift of all.

Where did this version of Adrien go? Why did he regress in Frozer? There's no in-universe reason. It happened because the writers weren't ready to let the love square date or grow close, but they also wanted the love square to cause drama, so Adrien ends up looking terrible just like Marinette ends up looking terrible when it's her turn to cause love square drama. Her terribleness takes a different flavor so it can be hard to realize that this is a systemic issue, but that's what it is. It's deeply frustrating, but it also clearly stems from cheap writing and not quality characterization.

This is also why my stance is that canon as a whole only supports my Doyalistic core-character analysis style of approach. The writing is too poor quality to do Watsonian analysis where you embrace the full picture and try to put it all together. The closest I'll get to Watsonian analysis is pointing out how much the writing botches a Watsonian take by showing you all the way the writing contradicts itself, twisting into a nonsense pretzel of frustration where the payoffs never satisfy! (See the season four rant for an example or anything where I talked about Chloe's supposed damnation arc.)

There are even characters where canon is such a total mess that you can Doyalistically argue for two separate takes! Gabriel is a perfect example. He is all over the place and his ending was so poorly handled that you can make strong arguments for writing him as a cold-hearted villain or a sympathetic villain without the end result feeling like it spits in the face of canon because both takes maintain his one core element: villain.

That's the big thing I keep in mind when I look at the characters and the lore and the plots and try to come up with versions that the average fan would like. I don't think that there's one true version of any of these things, but I do feel comfortable saying that there are versions that will very clearly only appeal to people who are salty about a specific thing that canon did poorly. That's not who I want to appeal to in my adaptions, so while I'm not going to argue that those takes have no backing in canon, I will argue that those takes are not supported by canon as a whole. Embracing them requires you to take the worst parts of canon at face value while ignoring what canon is clearly trying to do with the overall story.

I get the appeal of that, but it's not fun for me because that approach feels like rolling around in the mud with the pigs. I don't want to sink to canon's level! I want to have fun! That's why I talk about how to make canon into its best self, not its worst self. If you want its worst self, just go watch the actual show. I will be shocked it if disappoints you.

[fcdcdmcmories]

"NOT WITH THESE PEOPLE. YOU DON'T KNOW.. THE HALF OF IT." because he hadn't told her and right now, he was second guessing that decision too. what if she needed to know? WHAT IF, NOT WANTING TO HURT HER, HE HAD MADE IT WORSE AND HAD SOMEHOW PUT HER IN MORE DANGER? HE FELT SICK. HE FELT SICK TO HIS STOMACH, AND PROBABLY ALWAYS WOULD. he smiled rather.. sadly. "i'll make you the best cake anyone has ever seen. and others will be there, yeah, but.. it will be for you and for me. and once that happens? WE WILL BE THAT INSUFFERABLE COUPLE THAT REFUSES TO LEAVE EACH OTHER'S SIDES FOR MORE THAN THEY HAVE TO. we'll get another dog. we'll get those rings and those stupid matching t-shirts we once talked about and.. we'll have our life. no more of this. yeah?" it was a dream that he wanted more than anything that he had ever wanted in his entire life and right now, he was damn sure of that much. and holding on? it gave him hope. WASN'T HE? yes. "cee. even if they weren't being serious, i.." he would have done that all the same and he would have worried all the same, but they were. he knew THAT much. "... he's been in paul's office too. your house, clearly. your room. it's.. he's a monster." looking down at his hands, but.. this was him. wasn't it? he opened his arms a little bit, for her to come into them if she so wanted to. "COME HERE. IT'S OKAY, I.. I JUST NEEDED A MOMENT." he needed to be able to breath and.. it wasn't about her. he loved her. god, he loved her so much that it hurt - if anything, it had been about the reminders of something like that and about how it hit him. "I... WHEN I SAID WE COULDN'T TRUST ANYONE, THAT YOU COULDN'T TRUST ANYONE.. i meant.. yes, even him. cee, that person in the past, they knew things that.. only someone that would have been close to you would have KNOWN. big things. i.." he needed to sit down. in fact, he needed all of this to be over and he needed to sleep for a whole ass week, until.. everything was better. but of course that he couldn't do that, not until he knew that she was SAFE. right? ".. i know what you're doing," sighing. of course. "and yeah, i would. of course i would. it still doesn't change that, i.. okay, she's done bad things. BUT I LOVE HER. AND NO, NOT IN THE WAY THAT I LOVE YOU. NOTHING'S EVER COMPARED, BUT.. SHE'S MY FAMILY. i'm always going to defend her and.. for what it's worth? now? she's trying to do different. as much as i don't like that pretentious idiot green, he's.. i think they're good together. in the same way that you and i are good together. so.. if graham is good with leaving her be? I.. I'M FINE WITH HIM TOO." it felt like a compromise, because.. god, he truly did not want to fight in the slightest. no, she deserved so much better from him. didn't she? yes. "pretty sure both of them hate me," he reached forward, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. "but it's your opinion that counts." shaking his head and now, he was the one moving forward. "please don't even joke about that. I NEED YOU." / @xtinyslip

"well, i've experienced enough lessons in my life to be able to provide one or two of my own." cecilia didn't want to say this to him but if they were going to come for her… and they were really as close as someone like joe was. then, there wasn't all that much that either of them could about it. once she was taken though. well, she liked to think she knew how to play the game ; she knew how to hold her own. it was quite clear that he was going through it, she didn't feel as though stating the obvious was going to help much of anything. therefore, she stood mostly in silence unless she was answering him, wanting to be a comforting presence for him. she was here for him, he needed to know that. "i'm not much of a fan in the whole dreams can come true thing but… we've proved once that this one can? you'll get to bake us that cake, i'll get you have free reign. whatever you want to design for it." smiling sadly at that. "it could have been all talk to scare you? to get you to fall into line?" and she wasn't taking away that it was still horrible for him to experience. she was trying to own the narrative that just because they said it and threatened it? didn't mean they had any intention of going through with it. people were liars. "i did say that. no need to deny it, not to you. we didn't trust in him, we wanted joe distracted whilst we did our own research. clearly, you provided the details before we had chance to obtain them for ourselves." it was true. he could ask her whatever he wanted about joe goldberg and she would be honest, there was no reason for her not to be. NOTHING had happened. "can i?" she held out a hand to him, wanting him to confirm it was alright for her to approach him. if it wasn't, she would stay where she was. however, feeling useless and helpless ; that wasn't her strong point. at all. "we're all capable of saying things in the heat of the moment… it ended with the beating because he was able to get out in time. if not? we know what that would have resulted in. your right i am defending him, the same that i would defend you. who is it that your really pissed at? hm? me? yourself? who?" perhaps he was right and will had showed up, he'd been everything that she imagined a father to be and so… for that she was biased. perhaps, that was it. it wasn't going to change the fact that she felt like the anger he was showing for will was misplaced AND UNDESERVED. "alright… for arguments sake lets say this was reserved and will had killed evie, gabi even? and it was for none other than pettiness? because he could? would you want to kill him?" because HOWEVER, he was going to try and spin this in his head ; that's what had happened here. "by this point i'd like to think they both know that would be a complete waste of both of their times. hm?" it was always going to be parker. "yes, rest. what good are you to me like this?" her tone was lighter. tilting her head, so desperately wanting to embrace him but not wanting to push him further over this ledge. "if that were to happen? i will need you rested. who else can i rely on to provide a dashing rescue?" she offered him her best attempt at a playful smile. @fcdcdmcmories

[somnolenthour]

"DONALD TRUMP PLEASE SAVE ME! SAVE ME DONALD TRUMP IF YOU CAN HEAR US, PLEASE SAVE ME! GET ME AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE-"

[bucksdaffy]

"WHEN they INEVITABLY break up" oh honey bucktommy is endgame, there is no breaking up, they're the IT couple actually, tim told me that himself

[technofeudalism]

we don't talk enough about how "idk i'll figure it out" is maybe the perfect strategy in every situation

[sketchy-mf]

How dare he randomely change his hairstyle out of nowhere? I'm the only one allowed to do that

(Writing it here too just in case, I'M JOKING)

Yes I'm a few days late, I forgot to post these 💀

📸 Mikke on ig (ofc)

[poolboyservice]

liek,,, im ngl kinda tired of seeing the little "reblog or else you're a bad person" and "reblog or else you're going to die" things at the end of posts like babe,, can stop that babe >.< you're making me really anxious and you know i don't like that!!!!1!1!! >_//

[nexus-nebulae]

ppl always say that autistics don't get jokes but honestly when has a neurotypical person ever clocked the fact that I've told a clearly telegraphed joke like. I'm the one who takes everything too seriously?

[yeehawbvby]

Um. A fee I didn't know I was being charged for from the service I order meds from just came out of my bank account and now I have negative money

Anyone wanna pay me to write or doodle things for them?? ;;w;; My Ko-fi is in my pinned post if so.

Just let me know exactly what you want (and who you are, so I can contact you here! Or you can DM me letting me know which request was yours) and I'll get right to it. I don't have a commission sheet or anything so just give what you can and I'll do my best to make it worth it.

I'd really appreciate any help I can get right now from those of you who can spare it!!

[paleangels13]

Helloo, I still exist did anyone even notice I was mostly gone lol

Anyone interested in ehhh...slightly unhinged work-related talk?

No?

Well. Too bad

Anyone that knows me irl please ignore the tags – I'm embarrassed ✨🥰

[averysmolkirbo]

guess what everyone today is national coming out day and while i have technically already come out as a lesbian i have found a way celebrate this very important day

at 11:30pm but shut up

i am officially coming out as a supporter of bedehop

[isan0rt]

This post makes me want to tear my fucking hair out every time I see it. I feel like an old fogey but are you fucking kidding me?? THIS is WHY the reading comprehension on this site is piss poor. TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND people apparently relate to "I don't look up unfamiliar words in the dictionary the first time I encounter them, I just guess at what they mean, and then continue just guessing at what it means and if it makes sense going forward'? Without having any sense that that's...a problem?? That that's not actually comprehension of the sentence?? I read books constantly as a kid (many of them old-timey!) and yet have literally never had the problem described in the op because I owned a goddamn dictionary and I looked unfamiliar words up in it.

Like, I understand this is not the fault of The Kids and the schools have been teaching kids to """"""read""""" (read: guess what the sentence means with no real comprehension) like Predictive AI for decades now but like. I'm just floored reading the notes in here that "haha yeah I just know it makes sense I don't know what it means" is an acceptable state of affairs for people who consider themselves well read. If you don't know what it means you're not actually understanding the sentence!! You are acting as a human chatGPT.

You understand why that's bad, right?? You understand why this causes fights on this site and the wider internet, why people attack you because they didn't comprehend a post you made?? When people are just guessing at reading and at what words mean?? Words mean things!! You can't guess the meaning of unfamiliar words and expect to understand the meaning of a complex work!! You don't need to be able to drop the dictionary definition by memory but you need to be able to at least paraphrase or rephrase what the word means.

Dictionary.com is free. You have access to the internet if you're on Tumblr. I still look up unfamiliar words now the first time I encounter them, every time, on the spot, with my magic internet device grafted to my hand at all times. If someone tells me I'm misusing a word I also look it up, on the spot, and correct myself going forward if I'm actually wrong about the meaning.

I'm not also misinterpreting the meaning of the post here, or at least the way it's being taken, because I went through the tags and it's full of people saying specifically that they don't know what a variety of common words actually mean and have never been inclined to actually find out and they think this is a relatable joke instead of a catastrophic failure of our education system.

Anyway if this is you it's not your fault but please bookmark dictionary.com and also take a listen to the podcast Sold a Story to find out how you have been completely fucked by Marie Clay and by Big Reading Recovery.