#prissy rants

[angel-lovr]

i 🩵 the arctic monkeys

i 🩵 lorde

i 🩵 halsey

i 🩵 the neighborhood

i 🩵 cigarettes after sex

i 🩵 2010s indie/indie pop music

[asterekmess]

The more I write, the more I understand why Google (in this case, specifically google drive) has such a chokehold on the world.

There is just no other platform that covers all the bases when it comes to the different services and abilities I want to have available for my work.

Google Drive offers a cloud storage i can access on pretty much any device that can download the app or access a browser, and if I'm willing to stoop to using chrome (im not), I can even access/edit my files offline. I can share my files with anyone else that also has access to the app or a browser easily and directly, and give them varying amounts of access to the work. I can have conversations with them INSIDE the document, either in the chat window or through leaving comments on the work itself, all in real time, and easily respond to suggestions from others without having two versions of the project open and skimming for the differences.

There's even an ao3 script I can use for google docs that adds in the html coding I need to make my formatting work properly on the archive.

In an attempt to move away from google drive, I tried a few other options, and none gave me the freedom/services that I need/want from a writing platform. There are file-sharing websites that would let me send a document to someone else, but no way to transfer back comments unless they reformatted the file, edited it, then sent it back for me to reformat. Plus those websites almost always require the other person to also have an account with them. There are offline options, like Scrivener, which is what I use currently for a few different fics, and while it has lots of options, there are almost none that relate to intercommunicative work with editors or Betas or anyone else. Because everything is saved to my computer rather than a cloud, I can work offline, but I'm limited to only being able to access my work from a single device, unless I save everything to an external harddrive and plug it in whenever I want to work. I can't access it on my phone, or share it with others, or leave comments within the work for referencing later. Because it uses its own formatting, I can't even copy/paste writing into it or out of it. In order to put anything in ao3 from scrivener, I have to download the file in a specific format, then re-upload it to google drive and run it through the script i have, THEN copy/paste it into ao3. In order to get any perspective from an editor/beta, I still have to download it and upload to drive, then share the file with the person I want. Then, either I make the changes in the drive document, then Re-download and Re-upload it to scrivener and have to completely recreate the chapters/files that I had working for me, or just have both versions open and only make changes in the scrivener version and just keep downloading/uploading it over and over again to drive. I believe the mac version of scrivener is supposed to let you send documents more easily to other people who ALSO own scrivener, but it's not the kind of back and forth sharing that I would want. It's just a faster file-share than downloading and e-mailing it to someone.

No matter where I look, i cannot find any other platforms that offer the ability to save your work to a cloud (without it ONLY being hosted on the cloud, like Drive. I just want to be able to save a copy of it so that my work is in two places) then share it with others easily, and allow them to make edits/suggestions/comments within the document, while still letting you retain the ability to work on your documents offline when you so choose. Why then, do I not want to use google drive, if it offers everything I'm looking for? Because google fucking sucks. If my documents get to more than like 60 pages long, the entire page starts lagging, as if I'm asking the page to load a massive picture instead of basic text. There is no fix except to make an entirely new document and repaste the words. Drive also kicks me offline at random, despite my internet working literally everywhere else on my computer, and while my work is offline, I can't make any changes, so I have to deal with random pauses in my writing where i'm just waiting for it to reconnect. I can't use the offline edits feature without using a chrome browser. Plus, it breaks constantly, buttons on the screen going missing and documents corrupting in strange ways. In short, it's google. I don't want to use it. But for some reason NO ONE else has made a platform that actually works like google drive, but isn't shit. I don't know whether what google drive offers is actually that difficult to recreate without the concessions that google forces people to put up with, or if no one making websites/platforms understands that this is what people need/want.

The hoops writers have to go through in order to do any collaborative work (and in fandom, that's SO Much more common) outside of google drive is infuriating, and made more so Because google drive exists. I wouldn't be so annoyed that I'm not getting All the options that I want from one platform, if it weren't for the fact that drive is sitting RIGHT THERE proving that it's totally possible for it to exist. it's just that no one's made it, or if they have, it's locked behind a massive paywall.

[angel-lovr]

i love listening to songs that were popular with teens when i was a kid cuz now its like im in the age range that was directed to and maybe its kinda cringy and goofy now but i still love it cuz its nostalgic and cute and rlly good fuckin music

top 5 songs today~ cut to the feeling--carly, live while were young--1d, here's to never growing up--avril, teenage dream--kp, lips are moving--megan

the day u learn to stop letting cringiness dictate what you enjoy is the day u can do whatever the hell u want and have fun with it

[angel-lovr]

girls bathroom in my high school was filled with either how could he break my heart shit, lesbians saying tits vs pussy, or high girls writing whatever comes to their minds. good times.

[dykeredhood]

Do y’all seriously not recognize a Phrygian cap

[constellation-sapphic]

Why do none of the adults in my life have any fucking reading comprehension or communication skills

[angel-lovr]

i can confirm this. as somebody whos been studying angelology for months I concur that they do in fact sound like angel with a shotgun.

Nightcore is probably what angels sound like but a lot of people are unwilling to accept this and respond with rage when you tell them

[aydien677]

Poor Southern!Mc

Lucifer: *swats a mosquito on his arm*

Mc: *return of the accent* “Fuckin’ skeeters.”

Lucifer: “What?”

Mammon: *doesn’t understand tornadoes as they don’t have that in the Devildom* “what the heck are those?”

Solomon: “I often forget about those”

Mc: “Ya see that’s a Ternader”

Solomon: *laughs because he has the same problem with old English words and shares Mc’s struggle*

Mammon: “A 'ternader'?”

Beelzebub: *is raiding the pantry*

Mc: “Beel no, don’t go all actin’ like yain’t just finished your dinner.”

Beelzebub: “What does 'yain’t' mean?”

Belphegor who had just entered: *shrugs*

Mephistopheles: *goes on a rant about horses*

Mc: “Listen here prissy prettyboy. I ain’t gonna listen to some uptown prude talk about riding horses when he hasn’t even been to a damn rodeo.”

Asmodeus: “Well if you’re such a cowboy then maybe you could ride me?”

Mc: “Dagnabbit Asmo, we talked about this. Not everything has to be sexual.”

[carriondell]

ratio excels in all that can be taught, and teaches all he excels at. while you certainly recognise his scientific talents (but then, what contrarian fool would deny them?), you hold no respect for what he dares call pedagogy.

he is rude, tactless, emotionally unaware to the point of outright cruelty towards the most unfortunate of his students. he expels few, as they tend to drop out before he loses hope for their improvement, though that is little comfort to crushed egos. the 0,01% who pass are rightfully lauded as geniuses on par with their stringent professor.

three auditoriums over, you teach engineering—nothing lifesaving the way ratio's innovations are. still, your name appears in the occasional publication, and your students are proud to learn from you. you did assist in designing and building many of the genius society's and intelligentsia guild's spacecrafts. you're proudest of your wards' achievements; each work, each project, each test, an occasion to climb to newer, brighter heights.

your colleagues decry your methods. coddling and pampering, shaping a generation of prissy engineers, ill-equipped for the universe. you've gotten into scuffles with jerks who claimed you were bloating your students' results and their doctorates ought all to be revoked.

"maybe my courses have a 99% passing rate because i'm an actually good professor." you've said that a solid dozen times, and gotten punched at least half of those times.

somehow, ratio has never been among your detractors. the reverse is true. you criticise the way he forgoes teaching for bashing students' merest mistakes, as if they would find illumination in insults, and though you have attempted to bring it up to him, his attitude has hardly improved, and his classroom retention even less so.

"knowledge shouldn't be bitter medicine," you rant, voice nasal from the nosebleed you're pinching away, as he inspects the nicks and bruises on your face. he nods absently, and you waggle a hand before his eyes. "you above all! listen! listen well and good, knowledge should be fun, an adventure, a reward—it should be sweet. why do you insist on making it such a miserable chore?"

"should you be antagonising the man currently tending to you?"

groaning, you whack his hands off. "forget it. i'm fine. and i'll just ring up a doctor if it gets worse."

"i'm a doctor."

"a different doctor, obviously."

you slip down to your feet and take a few steps, wading past him with some effort, as though trying to walk in a wild river, pushed about by currents rushing your way. he grips your arm when you stumble, but you shake him off.

"signs of a concussion," he says. "call the hospital."

you flip him the bird, but fetch your phone all the same.

ratio is left alone, fingers tinged with your blood, unused band-aids and disinfectant on the desk. for all his genius, he hasn't mastered the emotional and interpersonal skills you value so highly. he used to loathe niceness for niceness's sake—a sycophant's game. but you support your students so all may succeed and do not suffer one mean remark about them. he admires that: your kindness, your grit.

[rotthepoet]

i’m still thinking about fwb/bsf!theo every day, the way you wrote his yearning drove me crazyyyyyyyy. do you think you would ever write out all the boys’ reaction when they finally get it confirmed?? walking back in at the party, clearly fucked out or (if they never come back down) when someone makes a comment on a hickey and you’re like “oh yeah theo got carried away” and they’re all like AHA GOTCHA and they’re like ?? have no idea what you’re talking about we’ve never been secretive. just like straight up gaslighting them as enzo gives blaise some galleons from their bet. theo becoming even more touchy in public and absolutely devoted to his girl. oh and their summer in italy???? good loooooooord. thinking many thoughts always

This message made me so happy. Im gonna be real, I had completely forgotten everything I wrote about them and I got to go back and read my old writing. Hand over my mouth like i dont know whats going to happen. Part 3??? Genuinely have no recollection of writing a full length fic about them. SO IM SO GLAD YOU BROUGHT IT BACK UO BECAUSE WE CAN HAVE CLOSURE!!!! WOOT WOOT (lowkey just kinda rambling in this. If we want a full, put together fic of summer in italy im so fucking down bro because mattheo is so pissy in this and I need more jealous bestie mattheo)

He was so gentle the first time he took you, his girlfriend, his lover, his. Finally his. Fuck, you were finally his. His hips rocked slowly into yours, pulling you into heaven with a blissful orgasm. But fuck it wasn’t enough. It was never enough with the two of you. Not with all the time Theodore had spent shoving away his feelings. Not with all the time wasted whike you cried over a boy who would “never love you back”

How stupid you both were for wasting precious time.

Throughly fucked out, eyes hazy and limping slightly while Theo guides you back out to the party. He fixes your dress for you, his hands lingering on your exposed skin without shame as he admired how the green lights darkened your new hickies and love bites.

His friends sat on a couch, each with a drink or joint in their hands, yelling and calling over Theo with excitement. They cant help but catcall you as well, noting your disheveled look.

“Got lucky tonight?” Lorenzo asks you tauntingly, nudging an unimpressed Mattheo, who can’t help but glare between you and Theo. His leg bounces anxiously, and Blaise sits further on the edge of the couch.

“Yeah, Theo got a bit carried away,” you hum in response, falling into Theodores lap as he sits down on a soft, green chair.

Mattheo’s gaze pierced through Theodore’s, smoldering with a look you couldn’t quite place. It seemed Theo hadnt noticed yet, with how busy he was sucking a new bruise onto your shoulder.

Draco sits up, a bit drunk, “What did I say? I knew they were fucking— fuckin’… little whores,” he laughed, “Thought you were so slick, but couldn’t keep shit secret.” He laughed.

Your gaze meets Theo’s, and you both know what needs to happen.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be making my girlfriend feel good?” Theo questioned, faux curiosity and confusion lacing his tone.

Lorenzo chokes on the smoke of his joint, eyes bulging from bis head. “The fuck? You—“ he paused, coughing up a lung, and Draco interjected with his prissy annoyance, “You said there was nothing going on between you two not even a week ago.”

You knit your brows in confusion, forcing down the smile trying to force its way onto your face. “I don’t think either of us ever said that… we’ve made it pretty obvious, y’know, that we’re together?” You debate, but you can’t bother listening to Lorenzo and Draco break out into angered rants as Mattheo stands suddenly from his seat. He shoves through the crowd, disappearing beneath the haze of vapor and smoke.

Theo’s eyes follow him, but his grip never loosens on you.

Thats a whole other problem there.

Blaise, waving off the bickering, nods his head at you. “And are you joining us at the Nott summer home this year?” He asked, and Theo grinned big, “Of course she is. Would miss my girl too much otherwise,” which only instigates another loud argument from both Malfoy and Berkshire.

His girl. Thats what you are now. Thats what you were always meant to be<3

[angel-lovr]

seraph dog

[un-aesthetic]

This is kind of a random rant but can we please get some other types of Y/N's in the community that's paired up with Gojo. Every single time I read a fic where is femalereader x gojo the female is always sort of prissy, gets annoying by Gojo being clingy, thinks he's spoiled, etc. etc. (still loves him but the fics where she's always complaining about his attitude and stuff) And it's not necessarily a super bad thing- but like I feel like there needs to be more. Maybe the reader actually is attracted to gojo's silliness and is also silly/goofy and they make a nice pair (which honestly is how i started my massive obsession with gojo- because like his goofiness is so attractive to me- and i actually used to think he looked overrated before i actually watched jjk and slowly fell for him lol). Maybe a character who's sort of has a caregiver personality (i see these types of y/n's in nanami fics quite a lot ngl) or is just straight up like gojo? Maybe she's extremely extroverted or something- maybe she's sad and gojo helps her or smth. Idk- i just wish there's some different personalities because y/ns always the same person. This is also happening in other fics and not just gojo ones specifically.

Anyways ty for listening to this small rant lol <3

[yanderenightmare]

this doesn’t need to be a full story I’d just love to see some of scummy kirishima trying to refrain himself from forcing himself on his darling but she makes it .. so hard

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, noncon/dubcon, misogyny, prohero au, inappropriate thoughts in the office… 

I took liberties - made darling a supervisor-type from the Hero Commission fsr

It's as though every inch of you begs him to pounce. From the free-fall of crispy-done curls that cascade down around your shoulder to the perfectly placed red-lined lips you smack once talking down to him about proper hero protocol and the subsequent punishments that follow insubordination and how you'll have his license revoked if he doesn't start playing by the Hero Public Safety Commissions rules.

You make him want to gather your expensive haircut in a tight-knit fist – smudge all that red over your pretty face when taking his cock so far down your bratty throat you choke on all the prissy words kept on your tongue for him.

Strutting in that tight black pencil skirt that cinches your small waist – making it look so perfectly receptacle for his large hands – above those firm hips and those doughy thighs he wants nothing more but to squeeze into and make jiggle as he buries himself deep between them. You make his balls itch every time you stomp away from him – with the cruelly tall peekaboo slit splitting your skirt open – teasing him with every loud step you take in those slick black stilettos - showing ankles and legs and knees and thighs, up and up but not far up enough to quench the feral hunger it edges deep down in his gut.

He'd shuffle on his knees – bite his knuckles in restraint – all to cop a feel of that ass and how you sway it with the same sass of an alley-cat. He can imagine it receiving his greedy hands so well – letting him carve in so far he might see his fingers completely swallowed in the fat. Leave his handprint in stinging welts that make you weep for kindness, bent over his lap with your wrists in his fist – only to be answered by his sharp teeth sinking deep into the supple flesh – making you scream.

You don't make it easy for him… being so tiny and snatchable. It would be the easiest thing – to take and tame you – to pull your much smaller body right off your feet and push you tight against the nearest wall – all your important documents on the floor beneath his dirty boots as you take his cock between your ribs and choke on the moan it gives you.

He can barely listen when you berate him – telling him his pay will be redacted if he doesn’t try harder at keeping the wreckage of private and government buildings to a minimum – unable to block out all the impure thoughts that go bubbling from his balls, making his throat tight as you stand there so primly in your glossy silk shirt with buttons so flimsy he bet they'd pop off on the slightest little tug. He imagines it as you continue your rant – your finger pointed at him strictly, and all he’s able to think about is how your breasts would spill out and he’d get to see whatever chic lace brazier you have on underneath.

Gnashing his teeth together, gritting them tight at how painful his boner is, kept inside the strict confines of his boxers while he imagines chewing on the pretty pearls you keep around your throat – thinking about tugging the necklace tight in a strangle, making you squeak and groan as he pounds you harder and harder from behind.

He bets only one of his big hands in your hair would have you completely humbled. Bet you'd cower in cries and do exactly whatever he'd tell you in fear of having your pretty body hurt.

He bet he'd get away with it, too – that's the worst part – that the crime he wants to commit the most is one without consequence. He'll think about it until his abdomen feels like it's about to burst – until his head's so hot and pounding it hurts, and he might very well blackout and give into all of it without further thought.

It would be as easy as pulling on a ski mask. He knows exactly how he’d do it – has your entire routine mapped out and knows exactly what empty building is still under construction in exactly what shortcut you go through to reach your apartment. Knows exactly which slab of still dusty concrete he could bend you over and push your little tear-stained face down against – watching the chub of your cheek squish against the cold stone as you moan on hot cries and plead out fruitless whimpers for his mercy. 

He imagines taking his sweet time with you – getting you real nice and ready for him, playing slippery patterns between your folds where he has your feet kicked apart in a spread. He'd rest his pained and pulsating meat between the valley of your asscheeks as you shake and whine – rubbing against the soft plush skin with a rumble in his chest until you're perfectly puffy and wet for him – tight cunt suckling lewdly on three of his fat gravely fingers stuffed inside it.

He knows you don't get around much – knows you're too busy and otherwise too stingy to let any random person fuck you, so he can only imagine how sweet and sensitive you'd be for him – so needy for the attention, you'd probably start cheering him on once feeling how good he stretches your cock-starved pussy out. 

He imagines your moans are real girly, too – that you'd squeal so nicely once split apart on him. And how your thighs would quake, receiving every inch of his length inside you – toes curling in your stilettos once he's completely bottomed out – nudging his fat cockhead right up against your cervix.

You’d clench on his shaft – milk him for cum – desperate for it.

And he’d give it to you – paint your walls thick with it – cream your tight little cunt so full of it you’d moan out the prettiest breathless thank you as it spills in beady pills down your thighs into your expensive power-heels – properly put in your place.

tip-jar: Kofi

[angel-lovr]

good morning america! the thing is, we are all dead. oh and rich straight white cis men, u dont got nothing to worry about. thats all, have a good day and good luck to minorities!

[angel-lovr]

when trying to hold onto friendships, at the end of the day, i always feel like the giving tree from that kids book. everybody seeks my comfort but when do i get comfort? when does my empathy and kindness cone back to me like, ever?

“you’re so comfy” i don’t want to be comfy. i want to be all sharp edges that leave bruises on your skin. i don’t want to care for anyone, i want to be the one people care for. i want to be the one to get help. i want to be the one to be loved. i can’t keep giving. how can i comfort if i never receive comfort. i’m sick of everything.

[fastboatsmojito]

could you do number 2 off the smut prompt list with Tyler owens pretty please ? 💜

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2 - hate fucking from this smutty prompt list for my 100 followers party !

| a/n; my first mean-ish tyler blurb, thank u anon 🫶🏼

| cw; 18+ smut btc Tyler’s kinda mean hence the note, PnV do I have to say it - no condom mention, plot then porn then plot then porn again !

| wc; 411

Dividers by @strangergraphics

The truck, the hat, the accent. The perfect image of a cowboy, annoyingly polite even. It’d be a lot easier to hate him without the last bit but you seemed to manage just fine.

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“I really do fucking hate you.”

“‘s that right? That why you’re fallin’ apart on my dick, sweetheart?” He was cocky but he was right, the smoothest condescension you’d ever heard low in your ear as he held your head close to him.

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You were trying to keep it to yourself - the intrigue, the hint of hesitation, the drop of sweat beading down your face. Your bitter tone hid it well; the curiosity under the abhorrence, but you knew it was there. He might’ve been horribly frustrating to be around for more than just his ability to piss you off, the cowboy shtick was annoying but it wasn’t unattractive.

Though the undesirable attraction was becoming more of a nuisance than tyler himself, you still tried to keep your distance. Sighing whenever you’d see that notorious truck drive up past you, scoffing at the grin even while he was turned away from you. Scolding yourself for thinking about what it’d be like under him, on top of him, in his truck …etc.

You could yell at him all day, point your finger at him and tell him about how stupid and careless he was being, and get even more pissed off when he subsequently finds it amusing.

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Curiosity, attraction, hatred, whatever the fuck you were feeling - probably closer to a combination of each of them - you found yourself sweaty and lying on his bed, still trying to argue with him all while your nails scratched into the sides of his arms, keeping him as close as possible.

“That’s right baby, I knew that little prissy attitude shit was just a cover.” He was breathing quick, practically panting over you while you mumbled all about being better than him.

“You’re the worst- you can’t even do your job right, safety should be-“ You continued your rant through his rough thrusts into you, keeping your eyes shut when your thighs squeezed around his hips tighter.

“I know, I know, you hate me.” He cut you off by cupping your mouth with his hand, you would’ve bitten his hand if your mouth wasn’t stuck open, suddenly aware and grateful for the thin line of drool dripping out of your mouth.

“Now why don’t you shut up and let me take care’a this attitude of yours.”

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