#scratches my brain in the best way possible

[weirdlynotspecific]

I feel like I make a lot of posts about fandom critiques, so here's some stuff I've noticed in the star trek fandom and fanfiction that I love.

- It's literally the parent of modern fandom. Getting to say that I love star trek is so cool because of the monumental impact it has had on modern media and modern fandom.

- I haven't seen any weird gatekeepy stuff. I'm sure it exists, but the entire fandom is so chill. You could only watch AOS and be welcome or TOS and be welcome, and I really appreciate that.

- I love when people include their headcanons into backstories. In most fanfics I've seen it still aligns with canon, and when it doesn't, who cares. There are alternate realities, do whatever you want. I like seeing the inferences people make as to why a certain character acts the way they do.

- Scenery descriptions in this fandom are next level. The way that some of you describe alien planets and cultures scratches a part of my brain in the best way possible, I have no idea how you all are able to get so descriptive without being long-winded. (And even when you are, the descriptions are so good that I don't care).

- THE BANTER. There is so much fanfiction with solid banter, I haven't been in a fandom where almost every single fanfic I read has such good character interactions in nearly every fanfic.

- The art is also insane. I like that no two styles in this fandom look the same, everyone has a unique take on the characters and the scenes they capture and I eat that up.

[jamandjazz]

Y’all actually have no clue how much this scratches my brain. 34 34 344 Like omg.

[screams-of-the-damned84]

those recent hyde expressions are doing something to me dude

[moontail13]

[rapidly approaching footsteps]

GENERATION LOSS

[reegis]

shout out to Actaea and Lyssa for being the most literal TMA hunt-aligned song of All Time listening to it on repeat makes me want to run off and live in the woods & attack people from the treetops

[oakthefrog]

i interpreted Odysseus's reaction to the suitor saying "open arms" as him moving on from Polities and accepting his death now that his job was complete (getting home) but people saying it was him going into fight or flight and choosing fight is so OEGOERHGOERHGOERI YES PLEASE-

[multi-lefaiye]

that fuckin meme that's like "how i look with he/him in my bio"

anyway hiii here's baldur's gate 3 eden right now <3 i love him so much

[queermentaldisaster]

EUCLID BY SLEEP TOKEN IS KILLING MEEEEEEEEE

[lynnical]

I love the corpse puppet au, it's absolutely my favorite one in the fandom so far!

I wanna make fanart of this sm!

*Reading off note* Somebody order some Corpse Puppet art with a small side of angst?

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

let all my REDDDD FLAGS FADE TO WHITE YEAHHH I GIVE UPPPPP

DONT LET ME LEAVEE ILL ONLY TAKE MORE THAN I GAVE OKAY ILL PACK MY STUFFFF

HERE AT RHE END OF DAYSS OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DOOOOOOOOOONEEE

AND CHRIST HOW IT FEELS DAMN INHUMANE TO GET ALL IVE DREAMED OFFFF

[xitsensunmoon]

EATS YOU YOUR ART AND THIS COMIC ESPECIALLY

Part 1: Here

THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG MAN IM SORRY FOR TAKING DAYS

[astronomalyy]

Thinking about the lifespans of Dungeon Meshi elves... The fact that they're completely unnatural alters my brain chemistry, because you can tell just how haphazardly the demon implemented their wish. They live five times the length of tall-men, so they age at a fifth of their rate. It's simple maths and the implications are terrifying. No wonder their birth rate and population are declining - their early development is so slow that at the age of two, they're still unable to stand.

They don't reach adulthood until their eighties. What does the infant mortality look like? How many elves succumb to illness or injury before they're fully mature? It only takes one accident to lose the child you've been raising for decades - and could you bring yourself to care for another? Add to that the implication elf culture has no idea how to process grief... just look at the way the Canaries treat Rin after the death of her parents. They're callous and insensitive and detached - part of that's racism, but there's also an element of pure cold ignorance. They don't even recognise the emotion on her face.

And that's just scratching the surface... does elven memory accommodate their extended lifespan? Once you reach two hundred or so, do the years start blurring together? Kabru mentions that their temporal awareness is remarkably poor.

Two years feel like a few months. Their lives are longer but not fuller. They're older but not wiser than the short-lived races, and most refuse to understand this. Those that do grasp it are interesting - namely Otta, who's ostracised for pursuing half-foot women.

A 30-year old elf is a young child; a 30-year old half-foot has entered middle age. Otta is in the equivalent of her late twenties. She knows that her elven lifespan makes her no more mature than a half-foot - but she also acknowledges that it creates a rift between herself and her partners, and not just in the eyes of society. 'She dumps them as soon as they pass 30', but probably not for the reasons Lycion assumes. For this to be a pattern, decades must have passed - it's possible Otta doesn't want to watch them die as she herself barely ages. No doubt some of her previous lovers have already passed away. In the end, all living 400 years accomplishes is leaving them out of sync with the rest of humanity.

Marcille's perhaps the best example. As a half-elf, she's got 95% of her life ahead and the thought terrifies her. She's going to lose everyone she loves, over and over and over again, and this cycle has barely even started. She runs at a different pace. This context adds so much to her dynamic with Falin in earlier chapters.

Marcille loves her! She's scared for her! Maybe even of her! She's grown attached to a short-lived girl who she met as a kid when Marcille was a teaching assistant! Biologically and developmentally, they're the same age, but chronologically she's twice as old as Falin! Considering what happened to her mother, is history repeating itself? Her feelings towards Falin are tangled and messy and fascinating. They're also more than a little homoerotic, which makes Marcille's infantilization of her friend all the more interesting. It feels like her way of resolving their power imbalance, of remaining a responsible (former!) authority figure... but it's also a coping mechanism. She's frightened by the ways Falin is maturing and changing - aging - and keeping her mental image of her friend as young as possible is her way of denying the march of time that's destined to sever their bond.

Marcille's dream of lifespan extension would remove the need for this obfuscation, render them equal... only, they already are! This desire is imposed onto Falin, but it's primarily for Marcille's benefit. Watching her fight for a world nobody wants, for reasons both selfish and altruistic... it's as tragic as it is understandable. I love this manga.

[gregmarriage]

how does one watch frailty (2002), and not have their entire brain chemistry changed? like, i’m sat here, head in my hands like 😵‍💫🫠🫨

[inferencesarchives]

pov u finally wanna write a fic but then u can't decide what u wanna write because all the requests in ur inbox scratch ur brainworms in the most perfect way possible

[natti-ice]

— just a stranger.

18+ mdni

pairing: male character x fem!reader

cw: p in v, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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The smell of smoke and hand soap lingers in the air around you as your mouth clashes with his, the loud bass from the live band vibrates the small bathroom stall, you can’t help but moan as his tongue slides against yours. You don’t normally hook up with strangers at bars but there was something so captivating about this man you couldn’t deny his invitation to the bathroom, the taste of whiskey off his lips sends a flood down to your core- desperate for friction you reach down and unbuckle his belt as fast as possible.

He takes the hint and takes over, unbuttoning his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers. You gasp softly against his mouth as you feel your dress being yanked above your waist, his fingers make their way into the band of your soaked panties. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his finger tips gently graze your swollen clit “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re already wet” his husky, lust filled voice scratches something in your brain. The horny daze you’re in takes over your body, you don’t think about your next move you just let your body take control.

You reach down and grab a hold of his cock and gently stroke it while looking deep into his eyes, without breaking eye contact he pushes your panties down to your knees and moves you against the cold metal stall door. He steps right in front of you and brings his cock between your legs, your legs tremble as the tip glides up and down your puffy lips. He pulls your legs apart more and you grab a hold of the toilet paper holder for balance, the head of his dick slow presses into your entrance asking for permission. You nod quickly giving him the okay, you couldn’t help but feel so needy right now. The ache between your legs could only be fixed by one solution and that solution was this stranger’s big cock.

You cover your mouth immediately as he pushes further into you until he bottoms out, you bite your tongue hard to fight back the moan of pure ecstasy that’s lodged in your throat. His pleasured groans meet your ears as he starts to pump into you, his hand slams against the door that holds you up to balance himself, your free hand snakes behind him and grips his ass. Soft swears are muttered against your neck as his hot lips place gentle kisses against your sensitive skin. Your body tenses immediately as you hear the bathroom door open and a few people come stumbling in, your brain tells you to push the guy away but you’re so lost in pleasure that you don’t move.

He pulls away from your neck for a moment and you look up at him to see a wicked grin slapped across his face, his pace doesn’t slow down as he reaches up and grabs your wrist to pull away your hand that’s clamped over your mouth. He whispers to you “don’t hold back sweetheart, let the whole bar hear what a good girl you are.” His voice was pure sex and you couldn’t help but listen to his demand, you let out the moans, allowing yourself to enjoy this very hot situation. You could hear laughing coming from outside the stall but you didn’t care, the orgasm you were chasing was too tempting to pass up.

Your back arches as a loud grunt leaves his perfect mouth, your pussy clenches around him as you go over the edge, you don’t hold anything back as you cum- letting all the swears fill the small space around you. His amused chuckle is followed by a shuttered groan as you feel him spill into your body, he collapses against you, panting softly as the both of you catch your breath. After a few moments past the haze starts to clear, you feel his breath against your ear, there’s a gentleness to his words as he says, “best pussy of my life.”

For some reason you believed him, you’ve only know him for a few hours but something about the way he said it makes you truly believe that you’re the best he’s ever had.