#sigh :(((

[whosname]

[Image ID: Tweet from denesthetic (@/ dennisbhooper) on 1/30/22 reading: I've had mangoes that were better than entire years of my life /End ID]

stealing/bumping id

[silly-guy-tendencies]

Guh

Inspired by @clmntne’s piece:

[iatnen]

My guilty pleasure is drawing bloody men

Oh and have these doodles too

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Vincent Van Ghoul -

13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo (1985)

[icallhimjoey]

[meracyn]

“don’t cry, darling. please,” he murmurs, gently stroking your hair in a way that only makes your heart ache even more. “it’s okay, i’m here.”

guilt twisted in his chest as he watched tears roll down your cheeks, realizing how much his words had affected you. but this was why he told you beforehand— to prevent you from clinging onto false hope.

was it really his fault that you still developed feelings for him?

“we’ll only be friends, nothing more.” he recalled saying at the time.

you, on the other hand, agreed without thinking. the possibility of falling in love with him didn’t cross your mind back then.

what if you had been braver? confessed sooner, before he told you he had someone else? would things have ended differently?

would he have chosen you instead?

each thought weighed heavier than the last in your chest.

yet, he still held you in his arms. “hey, look at me,” his finger hooked under your chin, tilting your face upwards to meet his softened gaze, thumb brushing your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

“you don’t deserve to cry over someone like me..” his tone dropped to a low whisper, dripping with genuine sincerity. he paused for a moment, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“please don’t cry anymore, angel.”

the warmth of his touch along with the comfort of his words made your heart start to ache once again, torn between the pain of his words and the love you can’t help but feel for him.

a/n: so i tried doing angst again lol...howd i do

btw i wrote this with aiku in mind tbh, but idk if he actually fits this at all (im trying to write new characters cut me some slack pls)

[twinkling-moonlillie]

need this sooo bad, like carnally

Please please please please please please please

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[silna-pdf]

Out in field training, getting up to no good. Wesker feels Deja vu sitting in his chair, letting Chambers childishly play with stickers. like a distant memory he can’t quite recall. Though If he can’t remember, it must not be important

[emrys-merlin]

WRITERS.....SHOW, DON'T TELL

:)

[golden-letters]

this

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I really hate when people reduce Something New to “sans went insane and started killing everyone!!!” the only one who uses that type of language is sans/killer himself. Like, he calls himself crazy and insane, aka the mentally ill man known for demonizing himself and encouraging people to treat him badly because he doesn’t trust himself and doesn’t believe anyone else should either.

Every other person in his canon that isn’t also trying to take advantage of his mental state, aka color—dream—swap—all of them are very against the idea that Killer is someone irredeemable or “insane.” Color fiercely refuses to kill Killer even when he asks him to.

Rahafwabas herself has never said Killer was “insane,” and in fact said he isn’t when someone directly asked—he just struggles to tell what is and isn’t real now due to the constant Resetting and induced dissociative state he was put into. Not to mention the heavy fucking gaslighting and manipulation of his entire reality via the damn Reset button.

And frankly I find it very stupid to pretend that what Killer was put through—psychological torture, conditioning, coercion, literally having his code and soul altered, his identity stolen and rebuilt in a way that suits external forces and their desires—would make him a nonviolent uwu baby and claim it’s ableist when a mentally ill character who’s entire trauma is built around the idea of coerced and forced actions—forced perpetration—handles and responds to their trauma in not very fun or cute ways, because what they went through and did was not very fun or cute, or exactly in the context of how they were made to be and exactly how their environment demands they do to survive physically, mentally, and emotionally.

The whole “two personalities”/“split personalities” thing can be argued, but i think people are forgetting that rahafwabas didn’t fucking know English. She never claimed Killer had DID or was a system or any of that—she tried to convey what was happening in a language she was still learning. I find it stupid to blame her for misunderstandings.

[gin-juice-tonic]

my beard hair is getting a little too long to be particularly hidden even with my mask and my workplace is too virulently transphobic to be playing this game with but consider:

it looks awesome right now

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Twice Told Tales; House of the Seven Gables (1963)

dir. Sydney Salkow

[n1ightw1ng]

i like to write in silence because really how does one select the correct soundtrack to writing dick grayson getting nonconned while his little brother watches?

[cosmic-vanity]

Something that really bothers me is that a lot of people seem to forget that Wicked is Jewish.

The musical was written by a Jewish man and Elphaba’s social treatment parallels the antisemitism that a visibly Jewish woman would face and the whole “green skin” bit was meant to parallel antisemitic caricatures and she was first played by an openly Jewish woman and even if Elphie is now played by Cynthia Erivo (notoriously not Jewish), the character is still Jewish at its core and- *gets fucking shot*

No but seriously I could go ONNNN!!! And the people in this fandom, especially those who’ve only joined the train recently, seem hellbent on acting like the musical wasn’t anything transgressive before the movie adaptation. I saw a tweet a few months ago from someone saying “Casting a black woman as Elphaba adds a level of depth and actual relatability to the story that wasn’t there before and makes the character less flat”, and it like actually kinda pissed me off… I understand that you prefer to see yourself represented but just because you haven’t experienced a certain kind of bigotry it doesn’t mean that stories about it are flat!!

I first watched Wicked when I was like eleven and even though I didn’t get it entirely, it FUCKED ME UP!!!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVED IT!!!!!!!! Because I felt Elphaba’s struggle so deep in my soul (not just because of the antisemitism but that was certainly one of the main factors) and Defying Gravity was such a huge moment for me… so don’t go around claiming that the story didn’t provide any real representation before or that it was one-dimensional or anything or I’ll THROW ROCKS AT YOUR HOUSE AND SET IT ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kaydenwrld]

i locked in for this one 😼 i love them pls theyre so silly