#seeeeriously

[eure-k-a]

haha they could kiss but I’m not letting them

Not yet, anyways. Complete my quest first!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Brick i am upset i am so mad

So many streamers didnt get to find out techno passed on their own time cause frickin evERYBODY IN THEIR CHATS N DISCORDS N WHATEVER WOULDNT LEAVE THEM ALONE ABOUT IT AND I WANT TO THROW A TABLE

Sorry its night rn n i am so very tired n just watched a video of karl nearly breaking down after finding out so m salty:/

mmm i totally get that :( sometimes chat is just super eager and when it's a large group of people it's hard to get everyone to cooperate :I

sorry you saw that video!!! i know karl is yr fav i can't imagine seeing a video like that of my blorbos :'(

i hope your night wasn't all terrible,, <3

[miainein]

they could never make me like you jean vicquemare

[mundmutter]

🎶🎶🎶 hehe

Send me "🎶🎶🎶" and I will share with you 1-3 music tracks that I associate my muse(s) with!

Angel On Fire ― Halsey.

I used to be a darling starlet, like a centerpiece Had the whole world wrapped around my ring I flew too closely to the sun that's setting in the East And now I'm melting from my wings Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore And nobody ever cares about anything I think And nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd In the background, screaming, "Everybody, look at me" And I'm fading away, you know I used to be on fire I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be But I'm fading away, you know I used to be on fire

Ahhh this one is quite special. like a switch when I first heard it, because it directly aligns with her childhood and burgeoning adult mind, before her immortality. Being so loved and cared for as a child but following her dream to learn alchemy and 'melting from my wings', everyone turning their back on her until it comes to a head on the day of her witch's pyre. There's a conflict of Khrosteia's soul finally making herself known, fighting to dominate the human that she was born as. She does consider herself to have died that day, and mourns her every year on that day.

[fingertipsmp3]

I wonder if anyone at Rosetta Stone read my message about how their voice recognition is worse than Duolingo’s lol

[vadersaber]

Oh we kicked it up a notch and now it's totally okay to have stepdad!joel smut. that's... something.

look, this is just a ramble for myself basically but I have personally spoken with people in the past who feel the same as I do regarding this topic: this is hella weird. again I reiterate, to each their own and do your thing. but I do maintain my original opinion, which is to say that writing all of this absolutely dark and BARELY LEGAL stuff about joel's character (whether show or game - though let's be honest, this is about show joel) is just insane. absolutely insane.

I am all for exploring different variations of characters and expanding horizons, hell yes! but why are we making joel, a nearly 60 year old man, fuck prostitutes and girls who are barely of age? why are we making this man be into anything other than enthusiastic consent and calling you "babygirl"? I'm not all for that "you gotta write this character exactly like I see him on the screen", but this is just batshit crazy to me.

seeing there's a confessions blog in the pedro fandom and then finding out the author religiously reads dbf!joel... yeah, that checks out

[wannaeatramyeon]

Haii haii! the last one you wrote was soo goooodddd, Imma have request a seongtaehoon x reader but them being kid (elemetary kids) and taehoon having a crush on her lolololol (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Oof, thanks for the ask anon and reading! My Taehoon inspo (and general inspo tbh) was seeeeriously dwindling, so thanks for kickstarting it.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Through the years

Elementary School to High School - your relationship through the years

It starts with you in pigtails, and a harsh yank. Taehoon, at a tender young age, already exhibiting interest in others through aggressive behaviour.

The teacher intervenes.

Taehoon apologises, face a picture of innocence, as if butter wouldn't melt. The next day, he pushes you over. He's a quick learner, knowing to avoid other's watchful eyes to stay out of trouble.

So it continues.

Little balled up pieces of paper hit you in the back of your head during class, small shoves during break, rough shoulder bumps in the corridors.

It escalates to another boy joining in.

The first time he makes you cry, the contents of your backpack spilling across the floor, knees scraped and bleeding, big fat tears rolling down your face - Taehoon kicks him square in the stomach.

They're both suspended.

On their return, the other boy leaves you alone. Taehoon doesn't.

The words have as much bite as before, the pushes just as aggressive, yet now there's an odd comfort.

.

.

Things don't change much through Middle School. You do though, and so does Taehoon.

You both start to grow into your bodies, the early effects of puberty taking hold.

Hormones run wild and other classmates start to take notice of both your appearances.

Anyone interested in you results in them inevitably getting kicked. Anyone interested in Taehoon is ignored. Rumours swirl, but neither of you take notice.

Taehoon is still as physical as ever, though now there is an awkwardness that wasn't there before. He isn't as carefree. He averts his gaze when you turn around to glare at him, and the jostling leaves Taehoon as red-faced as you.

.

.

Then Dowoon happens, and Taehoon isn't seen for weeks on end.

You're not sure what compels you to visit his Taekwondo studio, maybe you've become accustomed to his presence through bullying and harassment.

Seong Hansu greets you. You exchange pleasantries and start to attend his lesson regularly in the hopes of seeing Taehoon again.

Another few weeks pass before you hear "What the fuck are you doing here?"

You would recognise that voice anywhere. To your surprise, it makes you smile.

In the early days, he treats your attendance with narrowed eyes and suspicion. He ignores your concerned glances and attempts at conversation.

Eventually, it gets better.

.

.

Taehoon's MMA loss leads to you both sitting quietly on a park bench.

He doesn't say a word for hours, and neither do you.

Instead, you pull a can of beer from your bag. Taehoon raises his eyebrows in surprise, not thinking you had it in you for any underaged drinking.

It pops open with a refreshing hiss and you take the first sip. You pass it to Taehoon and he follows your lead.

The sunset could be beautiful, the birds chirping could be melodic, this could almost be romantic. But you feel Taehoon's despondency like it's an extension of your own self.

You continue to sit with him long after the beer is drained.

.

.

Your relationship morphs and blossoms.

The shoulder bumps are friendlier, the hair tugs are with affection. It evolves to an occasional arm slung around your shoulder, hand grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the arcade, headlocks when you're irritating him, careful touches when he patches you up after sparring.

His eyes are gentle and tender when he looks at you, even if he wears a scowl.

You're the first person he thinks to call or message if anything happens.

He spends almost every spare moment with you.

You're his best friend.

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High School begins, and Taehoon gets ever cockier and confident.

But there are strange developments afoot.

The casual touches continue and you are left flustered. He still likes to throw things at you in class, but when you now give him a dirty look, his returning smirk leaves your heart pounding.

You're too worried about messing up what you have, not even sure if Taehoon returns your affection. You daydream about taking the next step, but you don't know how to proceed.

.

.

Taehoon finds himself pinned beneath you.

It's not often anymore you manage to gain the upperhand when sparring together. He's a prodigy afterall, and not to mention 6ft 2 of pure muscle.

Of course you take this rare opportunity to gloat, who wouldn't? All the while, Taehoon just stares at you with an odd glint in his eye.

"Go out with me."

Huh? You think you mishear but he repeats himself. The words ring as clear as day.

"Go out with me."

"W-what?"

"I like you, and I know you like me too," Taehoon smiles smugly at you. Even in his compromising position, under his piercing gaze, it feels like you're the one immobilised.

You've already played out this scenario a million times in your head but you never thought it would happen. The seconds drag as you look on in shock.

"Is this a no?" Taehoon's words pulls you back to him. He doesn't look annoyed at the idea of rejection. In fact, he looks just as arrogant as ever. As if he knew that there isn't a chance in hell you would turn him down.

"It's not a no," you hesitate, "but what if this ruins our friendship?"

Taehoon's smile widens, "I never liked you anyway."

This time he doesn't pull your hair. He gently cups the back of your head and brings your lips to his.

[weedpanties]

SHOCKING! regularly unfollowing trans women on this app who just flat out hate transmascs. You're all so nasty for no fucking reason! please block me if you seriously believe that transmasc people know less about misogyny than you.

It's not transphobic to consider what societal norms/expectations a person was raised under when critically discussing gender related social issues. This includes the fact that trans women are, believe it or not, affected by this as well! (INCLUDING ME YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT, YES, YOU WHOS GOING TO CALL ME A TERF FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS LMFAOO). Transphobia against tmasc ppl is 99.9% of the time literally rooted in misogyny because they just see transmasc people as women in denial. Its literally affected them directly for their entire lives and that *does not stop* post transition. Yes some transmasc people are extremely bitter about this! They have the right to be and you shouldnt try to silence them! Im so tired of yall im seeeeriously so tired of it.

If you fight with me about this i will not care. I am ignoring you. Just block me! 😊😊😊💖💖💖

[phannieconfessions]

“i seeeeriously hope dnp switch up the jokes a bit (heh. switch) because some ppl have gotten a BIT too comfortable with the uwu princess baby phil and bottom only phil stuff. not policing ppl’s fiction but it’s absolutely absorbing into the phandom’s language about them generally and it’s a bit… eh.”

anon have you considered that, since they make these jokes, they are prepared and fully considering how they will be interpreted. And talked about. You know after being the subject of countless internet theories for fifteen years, they might have a clue, or two, actually, about how people perceive them

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[reddieswift]

most sonia kaspbrak-coded lyrics of all time. seeeeriously

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[possibilities-andsuch]

Seeeeriously considering returning to roleplay over here, but I'm so extremely out of the loop--- is the roleplaying community even still alive here??

[gaykey]

It’s so sad that people who made stanning shinee fun have all become inactive/have unstanned kibum or feel uncomfortable of talking about him and his actions are reflecting poorly on how people feel about shinee too…. I never imagined this would happen a year ago

yeah the fandom - at least on here - feels so?? empty? and it's understandable why.

it sucks that so many people's safe space had to be ruined.

i seeeeriously did not imagine this would happen. i was in this shit FOR LIFE.

especially after my mum passed last year, key and shinee were lifesaving for me. the one bright spot whilst everything else felt bleak.

and yet heeeere we are.

[arrancxr]

👀 oke Wait but .... 👉👈how bout a prompt 33 where...after Reader-chan decided to neglect/briefly abandon Grimmjow for seeeeriously pissing her off...she cruelly makes him "earn" her back by acting as debased n pathetic and wanton as possible...😈 Maybe even has him transform into his Resurrección form and act like a cat in heat, presenting himself for fucking or mounting and hair pulling and all that jazz in order to win her over... 💅 He's so attention starved he'll probably do it after all lmaao...💃

33. “Show me how much you missed me.”

From the very start, Grimmjow knows he’s going to regret this. You’ve already ignored him for the better part of a week, though, and he’s getting desperate enough to forget about things like consequences. Patience has never been one of his better skills— and waiting for you to decide to forgive him on your own is getting unbearable, fast. 

“My release form, seriously?” he asks once more, in the vague hope you’ll decide not to make him go through with this, in the end. 

“Yep. You can show me how sorry you are, or we can go right back to how the last few days have been.” No such luck. Your tone is unamused, and as much as he wants to argue back... yeah, he’s not that stupid. 

So he complies. The release that’s not meant for fighting, that’s just his old way of being slipping back through the human form he was forced into, is comfortable to be in. It feels right to be a little closer to the way things were, even if this situation won’t be so nice for much longer. 

He hesitates. You just stare at him, expectant. With a scowl and some choice complaints muttered under his breath, Grimmjow complies. 

Dropping to his hands and knees on your bedroom floor, facing away from you, he stretches his arms out in front of him, arches his back, and spreads his legs. The position is already humiliatingly submissive, but the next part is much worse— he lets out a trilling sort of mewl, as pleading and needy of a sound as he can manage, and closes his eyes against the shame.

“Awwww, you actually did it,” you laugh. The next thing he knows, you’re kneeling on the ground behind him, inspecting the pathetic sight he presents. “Does my kitty want to be bred? Maybe I’ll indulge you. Shake your hips a little, c’mon. Show me how much you missed me.”

Biting down on an indignant retort, Grimmjow does as you say. The position leaves him horribly vulnerable— and it only gets worse when you give his exposed hole a quick, light slap. 

This time, the yelp that leaves him isn’t faked. 

Then, you’re working one spit-slick finger inside of him, where he’s tight and tense and sensitive, and crooking it down at an angle that leaves him seeing stars. His legs spread wider on reflex, arching into the touch even though it only gives you a better view. He’s starting to get hard, and the insistent rubbing against his insides isn’t helping. 

And, knowing already what you’re expecting him to do, he swallows his pride in favor of earning back your attention for good. 

He begs. Even though his pride may never recover from it, Grimmjow recites the filthy lines just like you told him to. His voice stutters when you get a hand around his cock and start to stroke, though, and by the time he’s loose enough for you to fit a second finger, he’s clawing at the floor. 

By this point, he’s drooling a wet spot under his chin, slack-jawed and dizzy with pleasure— shaking his hips like you wanted because it means you’ll keep touching him. He yowls when you give his tail a quick, sharp tug, but the roughness only leaves him clenching around your fingers. 

[paybackraid]

Seeeeriously debating putting a bunch of WIPs on AO3 even though I don’t know how they’ll end or if/when they’ll continue 😬

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

will i ever write a blowjob? seeeeriously doubt it. sorry bradley honey.

but will i ever stop writing about the way bradley would eat his girl out?

no.

never.

[desitenya]

i wish i knew anything about taxedermy because like i seeeeriously cant belive how in good shape it was. also its been hella cold these past few days so like