#popcorn topic

[askshivanulegacy]

THANK.

I had to suffer the psychic damage reading about how people have just decided experts don't matter because occasionally they're ... wrong?

TF, who do you think experts are SUPPOSED to be? And who do you think YOU are to decide they're wrong? Like YOU'RE never wrong about anything ever? What are YOUR credentials to be right? Are you equipped to give a sourced and cited argument??

Good grief, it's fine and dandy to question things and then go educate yourself about it, but like. These people are looking up nothing new and then barfing fantasy like it's real.

In less than 10 mins, I did my own superficial research, learned that 4th person pronouns didn't exist, AND identified the 4th wall/4th POV errors before anyone on Tumblr ever pointed it out, AND learned about pronoun categories which made everything crystal clear just in case there was any lingering confusion.

It's not like it's hard. "We can just MAKE 4th person pronouns real because we WANT to beCauSe tHaT's lANguaGe. And how dArE you qUesTIon scHoOlTeAchErs." Eat dry cinnamon.

I keep seeing the "chat is a fourth person pronoun" post and it's getting increasingly hard to avoid starting discourse in the notes of it. chat I don't think they know what these linguistics terms they're using mean

[lotuspeacock]

yknow what scene made me cry in the living room of my flat?

when the sun comes out and kazuki realizes that he is more than misfortune and he can move on if he’s doing it for miri

(if you saw my post about flower language, i think this is basically kazuki’s apology being accepted. not by yuzuko, but by himself)

[scaredii-cat]

4 HOURS???????

[milgramfessing]

Muu kusunoki is such a wonderful creature, I'm so full of love for her. I wish people were nicer about her

[depoteka]

guys call me a boomer but i literally dunno how to use a microwave

[slythereen]

ngl watching a random olivia rodrigo stan accidentally land squarely in the middle of the great scuderia ferrari civil war 2023 has been the highlight of my day

[qilingxiong]

OKAY post-coffee Difang thought of the day is a The Magnus Archives-inspired AU with archive assistant Fang Duobing. In TMA you have an institution where ppl who have seen supernatural and terrifying things come to record a statement on tape in the presence of the archivist or an assistant. So, Di Feisheng coming in to record a statement because he has been experiencing Things (implied that its the Things he has seen that are drawing him to the archives to make this statement because he himself is pretty disdainful about the whole thing) Fang Duobing is in charge of the recording, and decides that nuh uh, he also needs to investigate the veracity of this whole thing. Spooky shenanigans with Difang ensue

HI i'm so sorry this is late, life is a bitch, but omg yes archive assistant fang duobing + statement giver di feisheng!! admittedly i never ended up continuing past the jane prentice(? spelling) arc of tma but i'm so here for this concept generally. difang supernatural shenanigans would be a lot of fun, and i'm VERY curious as to what exactly would shake a man like di feisheng so badly that he'd go to the archive about it, even if he was doubtful. (bonus if fang duobing turns out to be brave enough for them both about it instead <3)

[fstbmp-a]

"Gosh, it's so weird to be dressing up like this again. I feel like a kid!" Maybe it would be lost on many, but she went through a goth phase before setting out on her adventures. So returning to this sort of fashion was certainly strange for her, in a way. Even if it wasn't quite as dark as she used to wear...

First came the makeup, glancing at herself in the mirror with a hum of thought. A pop of lips, the bottom a jet black and the top a nice crimson. A tilt of her head as her eyes trace along the edges. Dark red eyeshadow with black tracing along as she nods. A good base and all of the essentials... It's certainly a bit lighter than she'd usually go for, though Rosalin wasn't usually one to fret about not having her whole 'face' ready when she went out casually. She was a bit too active for the whole shebang.

Pink quills fade to the same crimson as her lipstick, tied back in a ponytail save the two prominent bangs at her front. She gives them a little fluff, tilting her head. Should she let them grow out...? A thought to put away for later as she starts making sure her outfit is perfect for herself. Still, she takes the brief moment to check her ears, feeling the three studs on either with a little hum. It's been awhile since she pierced her ears, too.. it felt a little invigorating having piercings again.

A black body suit made up the bulk, covering her torso down and around. Save for near the abs, which is accentuated with a heart cut-out that shows off her stomach. It certainly showed off her increase to muscle mass and the toned nature of her abdomen now-- rather than when she was so adamant in hiding before. She's tossed on a red shirt, which looks like it was some brand considering the beginnings of black graphic in front, though has been turned into a tattered mess of a crop top-- just to add some color to her top before she continued.

A black faux leather cropped jacket, baggy sleeves and the black fur collar of it propping up her ponytail while she makes sure it's on right, the strap connecting both sides over her collarbone clicking as it latches properly. It would never zip up with how small it is, after all, but at least this way it's secure. The long fingerless gloves leaving her red nails glittering in the light while she gave the strap a pat before finally moving gaze downwards.

Right where the heart cut-out ended were where pants began, the usual black affair before the stitching of red fabric on either side-- looking more like she found an old pair of pants she'd had and fixed them back up with the strips of red. The crisscrossing belts both held together by a singular large rose buckle at her front, which she tightens a bit of the slack off of with a little nod of approval.

Before, at last, the straps of boots were seen, and the spikes down the length of them-- occasionally intercut by a small metal skull charm. A little tug to make sure she had them on proper, getting used to the extra couple inches of height they provided her before nodding as she stood to look at herself.

It.. certainly wasn't what she'd be seen wearing before, of course, but it wasn't something she disliked by any measure. A little 'oh' as the cutesy black cat top handle bag is slung over one of her shoulders. She's just glad the black matches the rest of her outfit, even if anyone that knew what it was from would clock it's anime memorabilia...

"Alright, Rosalin, this'll.. go fine." Gods she hasn't called herself Rosalin since she was a teenager either, huh? Still, she spun on her heel and made her way for the door. Things to do and people to see today, so no time to fret on it. At worst she falls on her face from the lack of practice with her boots a couple times and has to switch to her extreme gear skates.

[spotsupstuff]

If ancients had their own version of pho what ingredients would they use?

no clue! i imagine that there is a lot of farm animals and crops that aren't introduced to us in the game or that even died out since then or evolved, so -waves hands around- it's anyone's guess!

i personally like to think that at least specifically the Secondary Homeland has such things as sheep, cows, most likely some actual birds like chickens- all with Some sort of RW twist. i also like to think that they def have stuff like rice. where would sentient people be without rice. so stuff like rice noodles are prolly a thing too

[zehecatl]

it's been a while so here's your annual reminder that i hate anti rhetoric, and it does nothing but harm people, anti folks included <3

fiction is literally a safe space to explore topics, even fucked up ones, and if you have a problem with that, that's on you, and you should work on that away from normal people who doesn't think fiction = reality ^_^

[lightbringer-morningstar]

@hells-musing-along

ⵜ𖤐⋆₊⸻ "So....how about that last concert?" the pause inbetween only serves to give rise to unintended yet unavoidable tension as the empty silence lingers uncomfortably for a bit too long.

"Word going around is, it was uh... quite a doozy...." A light chuckle falters to obvious anxiety over the matter at hand.

"...they're calling it a rally?"

"Some have gone so far as to refer to these little gatherings as a 'rebellious call to a worthy cause'?!" An eyebrow lifts high, in question and partial disbelief. He's been gesturing with his cane as he speaks, pulling it in closer now and gripping it tightly with both hands.

"Lils, you know we can't just do that, Twilight Turtledove, please, darling, there's a treaty in place. I mean—" he clutches at his chest and wheezes, a bit frantic. "I'm the first fella in line looking to rebel in most cases, that much should be a given, but we made a deal, a pact, ya know? And well, there's a lot more at stake these days, what about our daughter's safety? Did you at any point stop to...... no, no no. NOOO, nope, you know what... of course you did... you must have." He shakes his head a hand raised to press against his forehead, thoughts swimming, but if there was one thing his faith wouldn't be shaken on, it was his wife's love for thier daughter.

[toiletpotato]

Check out this production of The Mountaintop by Katori Hall and then read the script!

The script link (the second one) also includes some very helpful guides to the show!

[bongwater-supreme]

The more serial killers you read about, the more you realise how boring the problems of cishet white men are. Oh a woman was mean to you once? And now you torture and kill women as a pathetic way to cope with that? How original. I definitely can’t think of 1000 other guys who did the exact same thing. I bet 1/4 of them even share your first name. This isn’t to negate the pain inflicted by killers who weren’t cis, or het, or white, or men, but even a cursory glance can show us that these are all very much in the minority. Once again cishet white men make their own mediocrity and misogyny everyone else’s problem

[ellecdc]

Hey I have a request:

Could you do poly marauders but Sirius and reader prank James and Remus by saying she is pregnant and then she finds out she is actually pregnant and they don't believe her straight away.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Thank you ❤️

hi sweets! so I ended up changing this a litttllllee bit simply because I wasn't comfortable writing about joking re: pregnancy [just cuz it's a sensitive topic for many]. but I hope I did the rest of the request justice! <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader who is not pranking them right now [1.7k words]

CW: pregnancy tests, reader is pregnant, everyone is surprised but generally happy about the pregnancy

You supposed you shouldn’t be entirely surprised that this is how the boys would react; it probably did seem suspicious that this would come up now. 

Now being that the four of you were in the middle of a sort of prank war. 

No, not sort of, it was a full out prank war, no holds barred. 

It had started when James and Remus convinced you and Sirius that the two of you had locked you all out of your flat, forcing Sirius (with James’ help) to have to shove you up the fire escape and crawl through the window, hauling Sirius up behind you only to find Remus sitting casually in his chair and James bursting through the front door laughing. 

“That doesn’t even make sense, you guys.” Sirius grumbled as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his eyes and you swept cobwebs out of your hair. “James had to work just as hard as we did to get in.” 

“No,” James countered, “I got to touch Y/N’s bum as we hoisted her up, and then got to watch your arms flex as you climbed up after her.” 

Then, as retribution, you and Sirius took their phones and changed the name of every single one of their contacts to Dennis Quaid. 

In retaliation, Remus and James taped fake spiders behind the lampshades, and one evening you’d been walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn when Remus asked Sirius to turn the lamp on, resulting in an ear splitting screech from Sirius and a sea of popcorn littering the floor. 

Cling wrap was added to the tops of shampoo bottles before the tops were recapped, causing more than a few shower meltdowns. The sugar for tea was replaced with salt. Blow up dolls were hidden behind doors. Furniture was moved several inches to the left. Picture frames throughout your home were replaced with images of Steve Buscemi. 

It was fun, it was harmless, it was good natured. Did it result in Sirius shouting profanities after coming face to face with an inflatable clown? Sure. Did Remus spit his tea out and curse and mutter under his breath in Welsh when he had to go and make himself another cup? Yeah. Did James demand his mother prove to him that she wasn’t really Dennis Quaid by facetiming him? Absolutely, and the mischievous glint in Euphemia’s eyes was a prize in and of itself. 

So while you didn’t necessarily blame them for being suspicious of you, you were a little insulted that they thought you would take it this far.

You’d been feeling extremely lethargic lately, and when that lethargy was followed by full body aches, you had chalked it up to an oncoming period. Except that period never came.

It never came.

But the two pink lines did.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, plastic in one hand as you covered your mouth in a silent gasp with the other. “Oh my god.” You repeated, slightly louder as you all but stumbled out of the ensuite into your bedroom.

“I know it was you, Sirius!” You heard Remus shout from down the hall.

“I swear to God, I didn’t touch the remote.” Sirius laughed. 

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” James' voice retorted, rising in volume as he made his way down the hall towards your shared room. “Angel, do you know where Sirius hid the remote?” 

You were frozen in the middle of the room with your hand still covering your mouth as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. 

“Angel?” James asked quietly as he moved towards you. “Are you alright?”

A breath left your lips but you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to form an intelligent response.

Your view of the test quickly included James’ socked feet in front of yours and a gentle hand on your wrist so he could see what you were holding. “Wha-” he began, though fell silent when the fact that you were holding a pregnancy test was undeniable. 

“Oh fuck, that’s a good one.” He let out with a breath, laughing as he backed away from you. “Fuckin’ hell, you almost had me there for a moment.”

“Nice try, Sirius!” He called as he exited your room, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your heart in your stomach. 

“Nice try, what?” You heard Sirius call back as you mindlessly followed James out of the room and towards the living room; limbs working on autopilot as your brain was reduced to a steady chant of oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygodohmy- 

“What? Was the whole remote thing just a bit?” James chuckled as he reclaimed his spot on the love seat and Sirius’ brows furrowed where they were pointed down at the phone in his hand.

“A bit for what? And for the last time, I didn’t hide the remote.”

“So we still don’t know where the sodding remote is?” Remus grumbled as he stood from his chair and started moving all of the cushions again. 

“Come on, spill; the jig is up.” James continued. “It didn’t work.”

“James.” You tried, but your throat was so tight that his name only came out as a silent whimper. 

“What didn’t work?” Sirius asked again, finally looking up at James from his phone.

“The pregnancy test.” James replied, causing Remus to pause in his cushion wrangling to look at him in bemusement.

“Wh- what? What pregnancy test? What is he talking about?” Sirius rapid fired as he turned his gaze to you, standing from his seat but not making any moves to approach you. 

Another helpless sound fell from your lips as you shrugged at Sirius helplessly; one hand still holding the test, the other hand still covering your mouth. 

“Wait, what is going on?” Remus asked as he returned to his full height, James shaking his head in admonishment as he moved to stand beside him. 

“These two think they’re so clever, pranking us with a pregnancy test.”

Remus let out a snort, but James’ explanation seemed to restart Sirius’ brain as he rushed over to you in two large strides before pulling your hand closer to him so he could read the test.

“Pregn- babe?” He barely managed to spit out, moving his gaze from the test to your face when you didn’t answer. 

You shrugged helplessly at him again which seemed to tell him all he needed to know as he loosened his grip on your wrist, though he didn’t let go, before tracing soothing circles over your pulse point with his thumb. 

“Did you splurge on acting lessons, Sirius? You look like you’re about to pass out.” Remus chuckled, though his face fell dramatically when you finally looked over at him with tears pooling in your eyes. 

“Whoa, whoa whoa, hey, dovey. What’s going on?” He started as he moved across the room, James not far behind him.

“I-” You tried, but the next sound that left your lips was a sob.

“Oh, oh. Oh my god….oh my god, it’s not a prank at all, is it?” James whispered mostly to himself, though you shook your head at him anyways causing a few tears to finally fall from your lash line. 

“Oh my god, angel, I’m so sorry, I- I can’t believe I laughed at you. Fuck, oh my god, I-”

The next thing you knew, the test was being plucked from your hand rather gently before it was passed to James to look at again, and Remus pulled both of your hands away from your body and wrapped them around himself. 

“Sirius.” James whispered and when you turned to look, Sirius was leaning against James to get a better look at the test cradled in his hands. “Sirius, Sirius…”

Sirius let out an emotional laugh as he shoved his face into James’ shoulder, tears of his own falling down his cheeks as James wrapped one of his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him closer. 

“Dovey.” Remus hissed as he took your face in his hands. “Is…is this real? Is- are you really pregnant?” 

You nodded as you swallowed before finally finding your voice. “I…I think so. It looks like it.”

James let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob as he rubbed Sirius’ back roughly. 

Remus laughed wetly and pressed more than a few kisses to your face.

“Oh my god.” Sirius laughed as he wiped tears away from his face. “I’m sorry they didn’t believe you, babe. That- oh my god.” He said as he pulled you from Remus’ grasp and into his. “You’re fucking phenomenal.” 

“I haven’t even done anything yet.” You laughed into his shoulder as you watched Remus and James share a kiss behind him. 

“Are you kidding? Fuck, oh my god… I can’t believe this.” He whispered as he pulled away from you, only far enough that he could place his hands on your waist and look at your not at all rounded belly. 

“We almost missed hearing the best news of our lives over a remote.” James laughed from where he was tucked into Remus’ side.

“It’s on top of the refrigerator.” You sniffled. 

“You bastards.” Remus groaned before he and James yanked you and Sirius over to join their hug. 

“Wait.” James paused as he lifted his head to level you and Sirius with a look. “The remote was the prank, right? Not this?”

“Not this, Jamie.” You agreed quickly. “Not this.” 

He let out a relieved sigh and looked close to tears again. “You just wait until we get you back.” 

“No, you can’t prank me anymore; I’m pregnant and sensitive.” You whined, causing Sirius to bark a laugh, James to huff, and Remus to snort.

“Alright…” Remus offered as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully. “You’ve won this round.” 

“I think we might have to call it a tie, Moons.” James whispered as you felt a loving hand settle on your stomach.

[gyokujyn]

There was a war on. You take comfort where you can get it.

Marvel cinematic world and actors being indefensible aside, are we all just going to sit here and act like their swinger dynamics aren't happening

If you put these five souls on a graph and started red lining who's in a relationship with what and who's broke up with who and who had homoerotic relationships with who's dads you'd Pass Out

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’ve never been eaten out and matt’s never tried…so firsts all around

you and matt had been hanging out in your room for the past hour. you had just gotten home and he decided to stay over for a bit.

you were watching a show that had a tiny sex scene in it.

“it cannot be that good.” your jaw was dropped as the actress was screaming.

matt laughed at your comment. “that guys ego is definitely high if he’s getting a reaction like that.

“yeah, like she’s practically screaming and shouting. although, who am i to judge. i wouldn’t know.” you shrugged. “but i mean if she’s screaming that loud at being eaten out, imagine how good the sex is.”

unfortunately that comment you made had matt fantasizing about how it would be to eat a girl out and it was odd because he saw you as the girl.

he was fidgeting with his shorts as he felt himself harden at his thoughts. he decided to try to ignore it until you asked him an interesting question.

“had a girl ever screamed like that when you had given her head? i’m curious.” you popped a popcorn in your mouth.

he hesitated. “u-uhh, i’ve never really…” he didn’t finish his sentence. you gulped.

“really?” you asked in shock. “sorry, i just…i’d just thought that you have.”

“no..have you ever..you know..” he didn’t want to say anything else.

“ever…” you were waiting for him to ask.

“been eaten out.” he blurted. his boner making things worse.

“oh! um no i haven’t. i’ve like imagined it but nope, never happened to me.” the movie was the least of both of your worries now that you were both thinking of the same topic.

matt couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in that situation. someone’s head in between your thighs — preferably his head.

“all quiet now.. have i made things awkward.” you pretended to wince.

“oh, no sorry i was just thinking… i kinda wanna know how to. like how to eat a girl out, it’d be good to have some experience i guess.” he confessed.

“uh huh…” you nodded slowly. “maybe…you can practice? on me.”

his eyes widened at your proposal. “you don’t think it would be a little weird?”

“no, im just gonna tell you what feels good and then we’ll both get what we want! given you make me cum, duh.” you laughed.

keep it cool. you thought.

“are you sure?” matt asked again, not wanting for this to be something you’d regret in the near future.

you nodded and that’s how you got to the position in which you were leaned against the headboard waiting for matt to take your underwear off.

“go ahead.” you reassured him as he toyed with your waistband.

“okay.” he whispered pulling your panties down slowly.

the suspense of the situation had you aroused. you were excited but at the same time nervous. you kept telling yourself, he’s your best friend, it’s okay. he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

your pussy and matt were face to face. he gulped a little intimated because he wanted to be good at it.

“sooo i just, go right in?” he asked pursing his lips.

“i guess so… maybe idk, foreplay? or wait is this considered foreplay?” you asked confused.

“i don’t- im not sure.” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from your center.

“okay, so maybe like use your fingers first?” you knew it was seconds away from being awkward.

as you were about to just say forget it you felt matt’s finger ghost over your leaky hole. he gathered some of your arousal and lathered it over your clit. he then continued to stimulate your clit. your legs bucked up at the sensation.

“am i doing okay?” he whispered, the only thing illuminating his face was the sunset lamp in the corner of your room.

“y-yeah.” you moaned slightly, as he continued to stimulate you. you looked down at him, his fluffy hair and his beautiful eyes. the sight alone had you wanting to just-

your thoughts couldn’t even complete because you felt matt’s hot tongue on you. you let out a deep breath as you leaned back and closed your eyes at the pleasure.

his tongue flicked over your clit as he looked up at you for reassurance that he was making you feel good. while matt was taking his time, his thoughts were elsewhere enjoying the way you tasted. in seconds he was devouring you, addicted to the way you tasted.

he licked a long stripe over your center pulling your thighs toward him. he sucked on your puffy clit. “r-right there. fuck—” your eyes tightly shut.

“you taste so fucking good…” matt muttered against you. he was consuming you. it was as if he lost all control in himself. he couldn’t get enough. “tell me how good i’m doing.”

you nodded quickly. “you’re doing s-so good.” you threaded your hands through his brunette hair. yes you had fantasized about this situation — not with matt specifically but this situation for sure.

matt’s ego boosted as a spurt of whimpers escaped you as he entered his middle finger in you. he pumped it in and out whilst continuing his previous work on your clit. he had been doing so good, you were on the verge of cumming.

matt could tell too — by the way your thighs were starting to close around his head and shake. he didn’t know how he had lived without the taste of you on his tongue. he didn’t ever want to stop. he wanted to do this everyday of his life.

you tried to blurt out the words but you struggled; sensitive to how fast he was flicking your clit. he looked up to see your struggle and grinned against you.

“go on, cum on my tongue. i wanna taste it.” he begged. matt needed to taste you. he enjoyed seeing you writhing underneath him. the way you were struggling to grapple onto reality.

you nodded finally feeling your body seize up as your orgasm washed over you like a big wave. you were tugging on matt’s hair trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy but your orgasm made him want to push you further.

you had begun to feel so sensitive you tried to push his head away as much as you could while whining. “f-fuck — sensitive matt.” you begged and he finally pulled away.

your chest was heaving up and down. you had started to slow your breathing and opened your eyes. matt with your shiny substance drooled and covering his mouth and chin. he had a smug grin on his face symbolizing he was definitely pleased with himself.

“please tell me you’ll let me do that again.” he licked his lips.

you took another deep breath and combed through his hair with your hand. “how could i not?”

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