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[comicgeekery]

I'm sorry to anyone who feels this way. It's awful.

But I also think it's wrong.

I try to not use the word talent in my life. Because 90% of the time what people describe as talent, an innate even destined ability, is actually skill, an ability that has been developed through practice and experience. And it's a super important distinction, because skill isn't up to genetics or god or some basic seed from which you sprouted. Skill is based in your choices and, essentially, your opportunities.

I don't want to turn this to the other extreme and say that you're not great at That Thing because you haven't tried hard enough. There are certainly many circumstances that can get in the way. Like money, like available time. Can you go to classes? Afford materials? Dedicate hours every week to practice and improvement?

And it's more than that even! Have you ever learned HOW you learn? Were you taught how to embrace failure? Because no matter what, you WILL fail at the thing you like a LOT on the path to getting good at it.

But I think the absolute most important element is, do you have people who support and believe in you? Not just for your interest of choice, but also in general.

OP strongly compares exceptional ability with fame. That makes sense. I know the kind of optimistic posts they're talking about with lists of celebrities who became famous later in life. But fame is a different game entirely. It's based in opportunity to the nth degree, on being attractive in a very specific way, and on having skill in one or two of just a handful of abilities. Sure, there's a fixation on singers, actors, and athletes, but how many people would know it if the world's greatest knitter walked on stage?

That wouldn't mean that the knitter wasn't incredible, just that there isn't an industry built around promoting them.

The celebrities in those posts are for a point of connection, as people you can recognize. But yeah, ANYONE can start again at any time. And to keep it mundane, I'll use myself.

I'm 36. I've spent the last few years rebuilding my life after living through many shitty things. I grew up in an abusive household. I was bullied a lot. I lost friends through death and through just being too much.

And now I've done SO MUCH therapy and work on myself. I find I have the strength to try new things. I've been taking local classes for fun; ballroom dance, juggling, and improv. I started a book club that just reads terrible books because I find that fun. I started ANOTHER club for doing escape rooms because I love those and they need about 4 people. I'm putting together a little business to help people with their writing.

This is a lot of stuff, but I chose it all one at a time. Some of these things may not particularly amount to anything. They certainly won't make me famous. But I get joy from the trying, from working with other people, and from having others who support and compliment my efforts.

So much of our self-esteem, for better or worse, is based in the love and attention of others. Is it really FAME you want? Screaming fans, paparazzi, and a billion strangers with some opinion on your work without knowing a thing about you? Or would you be overwhelmed with joy if a dozen people were proud of you?

I'm sorry you don't have enough love or encouragement or self-esteem right now. I hope that gets better for you as you live and build skills you need.

But most of all, I promise that it's never too late!

everyone says you can always restart. that your future isn't forgotten, just sort of misplaced. they name actors and singers and authors who started at 46, 59. they cite chappell roan's 10 years. they tell you to push and push, that some day you'll open a door and the truth will be behind it.

but what if you aren't a celebrity in sheep's clothing. what if you're just a normal person. most people aren't exceptionally talented or else talent wouldn't be exceptional - right? what if you're just another median person; not ever startlingly bad nor terrifyingly good.

you put the shopping carts back and you walk your dog and you write poems on the internet. you have grown a plant or two; killed a few others. you did okay, overall, and you've been okay most of your life. not valedictorian, but you were a smart kid. you had some hard knocks, but you got up again. your life is just - average. you probably will never sing onstage at coachella. most of the time you are at peace with that - someone needs to drive the speed limit. life isn't about extraordinary circumstances, it's just about building a life you love and figuring out how to live in it.

but you would like to feel as if you'd found "the answer." everyone else seems to have some kind of talent they are born nesting in - and meanwhile you just exist. is that why you cycle through crafts and hobbies and activities like a roulette wheel? are you waiting for the moment where it turns out - all this time, you've been a visionary. a genius. all this time, you were special. even you: someone who has-never-been.

crawling up your throat: something bitter and savage. not quite a feeling of wasted potential. after all, you need to first have potential in order to waste it.

[radioactive-alien-thing]

Wowz,im pretty early XD,Anyways uhhh,What are the survivors reactions when killer!Reader only becomes passive/non agressive when theyre favourite survivor is in the round?Even following them around and guiding them to medkits and bloxy colas,However when their not in the round they become EXTREMELY aggresive???

romantic if ya want:3

!! thank youuu so so much nonny for the first request!!! yay!!! this is so cute,,, i love this trope SO much… RRRAAH!!! cheers to the first post guys 🍻 by the way, i only chose a few survivors, so if you guys enjoy this maybe there’ll be a part two!!!

forsaken survivors w/ killer!reader who is only nice to them ❤︎

noob🥤

at first noob was very, very confused by your behavior. they mistook your mercy for a cruel trick to try and hurt them— but when they saw your passiveness around the other survivors, even when they tried provoking you? they started to grow… curious, rather than scared. it took a lot of time and effort to actually get to where you’re at now

considering all of the bloxy colas you’ve helped noob find, even medkits and other useful supplies, it’s no surprise that some of the other killers are starting to get annoyed by your favoritism for noob… but you just can’t help it, the spectre hasn’t COMPLETELY taken away all your humanity just yet. plus, you finally got to see them smile for once,, which was a strangely warming feeling.

most of the other survivors are… reasonably pretty terrified of you without noob there to pacify you, and that’s because of your less-than-gentle reputation,, but all you wanted to do was see your adorable favorite survivor!!! the others didn’t matter nearly as much, so why should you force yourself to treat them similarly?? though noob does get a little uneasy hearing the whispers around the campfire about the things you’ve done… it’s honestly a littleee hard for them to believe any of it. you just seem so different when they’re around. almost like you were just another survivor.

builderman 🧱

okay!!! so!! this one’s a little more complicated. builderman was never really scared of you, if anything he was more so intrigued. you weren’t like the others, ruthlessly aggressive and unrelenting. you were calm,, and almost… polite? and that just weirded him out a lot. his big question was simply, why? why not chase the innocent down, guard the generators, or even flinch when you’re stabbed. twice!! you didn’t fight back at all- he was skeptical. but builderman wasn’t afraid to come up and ask. still a little cautious, you know, just in case

your straightforwardness is what slowly made him start to trust you. maybe it was a mistake. maybe it was just a flicker of misplaced hope. because if you were so kind to him, and never laid a finger on the others, maybe… maybe he could save everyone. maybe they could all make it out. but when the others started whispering, warning builderman of what you were like when he wasn’t looking, how your disinterest shifted into a thirst for blood, he just couldn’t believe it. it didn’t make sense. and that was when it got dangerous. because he cared too much. far too much.

it put builderman in a very tough spot. he wanted to save everyone but you were such an anomaly. he knew you had nothing to gain from being so sweet to him, giving up easy kills just to let him walk free. so why would you go savage the moment his back was turned? obviously he didn’t want to lose the other survivors’ trust, but he didn’t want to lose yours, either. and, no, those sentries builderman sets up during your matches never really work. they’re always defunct. but nobody’s really caught on yet somehow.

chance 🎰

it was just his luck. a killer who latches onto him and becomes totally passive whenever he’s around… honestly? chance finds that amusing. maybe even a little flattering, considering how strong you are. but that didn’t mean he was totally comfortable, definelty not at first,, you were still on the other side. and that was a problem�� then again, how much harm could a little chat with the weirdly friendly (and kinda cute) killer really do?

okay. welllll. turns out it was going to be KIND of a problem, because now you were practically clinging to him,, and it’s not like he was just gonna tell you to back off! chance sorta fed into it, actually. little flirty comments here and there, which usually caught you off guard. chance couldn’t understand how the others still didn’t trust you. to him, you were harmless, sickeningly sweet, even. the truth of it all was entirely obscured

and even when the other survivors pulled him aside to warn him about you, chance just laughed it off. you… bloodthirsty? and brutal? no way! honestly, they were probably just jealous. chance always had the best supplies, after all, thanks to you. which sort of gave him bragging rights. you had them right where you wanted.

[shysuccubusstuff]

Puppy! Caleb pt. 3

Content: Puppy! Caleb + Non proof-reader; Overstimulating + Muzzle + Overstimulation + Size difference + Ruth + Cunnilingus + Overstimulation

Summary: After Caleb's constant misdeads, you believe it is time to get him a muzzle, just so he can learn to control himself. Little did you know that this would completely backfire on you...

Note: Omg, this is one of the AUs I have used the most cause Caleb is so so puppy coded... Based on this one fanart of my sweet boy Caleb being a hybrid + with a muzzle! Also, @namjooningera thanks for the suggestion!! I'm so glad you enjoy this small AU, also, I hope everyone has heard Caleb's JP voice it sounds so so yummy ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ Let me know if there are tags missing or similar things! + Any suggestions!

That had been the last time you left Caleb do whatever he wanted to do with you, in fact, you rushed to one of your friends who also had a hybrid of a similar age, maybe she would have some tips to share with you?

After talking with her for a few hours with her, you finally reached the perfect choice. Buying one of those muzzle that stopped them from trying to mark their owner, the one that would cause no harm to them, of course, just enough so he could stop that strange habit form popping out... It took barely a few days for the muzzle to arrive, quickly opening the package so you could put it on him. As soon as you called out to him, it barely took a few seconds for Caleb to come rushing towards you, almost crushing you against the couch as he got on top of you. "Wait, Caleb! I got something for you." Caleb sat close to you, arms still wrapped around you as he waited (almost) patiently for you.

"What is it, what is it? Did you buy something new for yo--?" Caleb tail suddenly stopped wagging the moment he saw that ugly thing on your hands. "What is that?"

"My friend recommended it for you, she said it would help you with your... your biting habit." Caleb furrowed his eyebrows, ears lowering to his hair. Still, he allowed it, letting you put the muzzle on him which would forbid him from getting a bit too close to you while you were unaware. As soon as you got it on him, you wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his head on your legs as you caressed his soft hair. Surely you had found the perfect solution! ...Right?

With that out of the way, you made sure to give Caleb just as much love as you had always wanted, always having him close to you, even letting him inside the bathroom while you were showering, after all, he was no longer a threat for you, so of course you would let him enter! This included sleeping together, letting Caleb wrap his arm around your smaller frame, making you feel as if you were being hugged by a huge and warm teddy bear. Gosh, you were so so glad that your friend had given you such a nice tip!

Now for Caleb... this was absolute torture. I mean, yes, he could now get as close as he wanted without you getting nervous in case he chose to turn into heat, but he could barely restrain himself from pressing his hardened cock against your ass, tip leaking just from remembering how your body looked just after leaving the shower. a few dropplets falling down your damp skin and hair, your sweet scent now mixed with the ingredients of your favourite shampoo... He could feel his jaw tightening just from forcing himself to stay there, he knew that he could easily break that stupid muzzle with ease, but he chose not to, after all, he was well aware of how happy it had made you that you were able to get as close to him as possible without his body reacting to you. He was actually planning on staying like that for as long as you wanted him to, well, that was his plan, at least until his ruth arrived.

As soon as it arrived, it forced Caleb's brain to become completely filled with different scenes of your naked body completely wrecked, eyes foggy as he imagined the many different positions in which he would put you if you gave him the chance. Caleb was barely able to keep it together, having to dig his claws on the clothes he was wearing, even to the point of tearing them apart as he kept forcing himself to stay right there. As he was still battling against himself, his ears twitched, suddenly catching the soft whimpers that came from your room, together with that delicious scent you emanated from your body... It barely took a few tries for Caleb to break free, the poor muzzle ripped apart as he rushed towards your bedroom, tail wagging excitedly as he jumped on top of you. "I need you... please~... I have been the best dog ever, I have been wearing that stupid muzzle for so long... just let me taste you... please, please, please... Let me make you feel good, please." Caleb's eyes were completely dilatated, his mouth watering the second he remembered the slightly salty taste of your fluids, gosh you could even feel his knot hitting against your tummy.

"Caleb?... Just what are you even...?" You were barely able to understand what he was saying, your brain still a bit fuzzy from your recent orgasm. You knew you were supposed to teach Caleb to stay calm, but come on... How could you refuse him? His ears lowered, eyes watery and shiny under the moonlight, lips glistening as if they were begging to be kissed... Fuck it, you would think about the consequences later. "Just... just your tongue, nothing else." Caleb's ears perked, strong hands grabbing you by your ankles before you had the chance to say anything else. Without you noticing, Caleb had already put you in a different position, with him under you, his breath hitting against your entrance as he smiled brightly. Soon, his tongue was all over your poor pussy, tongue lapping on the fluids that had stayed there after your previous orgasm, licking everything up with eagerness, almost as if he was eating his favourite food. Then, his tongue started to play with your clit, sucking on it as he moved his left hand towards his dick, taking advantage of the precum that had been dripping from his knot so he could set a rapid pace, his tongue still focused on torturing your poor clit. "You taste so good... so good... so good... I love you, I love you... Love you so much... let me be your boyfriend... promise I'll... I'll behave, let you do whatever you want with me... Honey... you taste so good." Caleb's mind was far too gone by then, ignoring your pleas and soft taps on his head as you tried to get him to let you down from his face, his face completely buried between your thighs as he lost himself on you. "Just a bit more, yeah? For me..." Caleb's tongue kept fucking your poor entrance, making you cum over and over again until your legs felt as if they were about to give out.

Guess next time would be the charm...?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Will you expand on that, Reverse Robin, with Tim? I just found it!

I don't have too much plot for the Cuckoo in a Robin's Nest Au (the Name is a WIP) yet, so I can't write a dabble for you. For those wondering, this references the DC-only story I was thinking of writing. It can be found here.

Tim glances up as the bell on the door chimes. He knows who it is before he spots the head of dirty blond hair and the warm smile stretched against a freckled face.

Little Freddie rapidly became a regular after Tim set up a side table for him to comfortably eat and do his homework. Tim didn't know much about the kid besides the fact that he was being raised by a single father and had two older brothers. Apparently, the three were constantly working yet barely making ends meet leaving the small child to his own devices.

That wasn't an uncommon story around these parts. Not many employers were willing to hire anyone with a Crime Alley address, and those that did often only wanted to overwork them while underpaying them.

The fact that the boy still actively went to school during the day surprised the Crime Alley dwellers more. He was a School Kid, which meant something different to the people here. If Ex-Bat had to bet, Freddie's family put his future before theirs, since the boy won a scholarship to Gotham Academy.

He had to tell the boy to cover his uniform when walking home. He never knew who would mistake him for a rich kid and what they would do for a bit of quick cash in these parts.

Freddie now always came after school without his blazer and uniform shirt. He always changed in the bathrooms, throwing on a faded oversized band t-shirt and a baggy, run-down hoodie.

Even with his uniform pants, Freddie easily changed from a Gotham Academy School kid to a common Alley Crime Kid.

Tim himself had two part-time jobs, but they weren't enough to get him out of the city. He missed his resources like a missing limb, but he had survived with less before, and he could now.

The idea of creating any link between himself and the heroes made his skin crawl, even if it was to hack into the bank accounts he once had access to. Tim was already risking so much by moving through the city without documentation.

If he created a fake paper trail, he worried the Bats would pick up on it. Tim was done with them all. He died for them. They let him die.

He would never let them back in again.

That is why he chose to stay in Gotham.

It was one of the few places that didn't bat an eye at the fact that Alvin Draper only had his name and homeless shelter address. His apartment was a shed in someone's backyard, barely legal to count it as a rental space. It had a bathroom, a tiny sink, and a stove, but not much else.

It was the best he could find with what little he had to prove himself.

His big, mountain-of-muscle Russian landlord thought Tim was a runaway or rent boy because of how he talked, but he took the risk of letting him live there anyway. He at least felt safe when the man pulled out a receipt book to give him proof of payment, and after a vague confirmation that Tim wouldn't bring any trouble around the house.

He only cared that he could turn in his rent in cash and that if he needed to work odd hours, he should not make any noise past ten p.m. He also offered to care for any troublemakers who couldn't understand that Tim was only working if they followed him home.

It was oddly sweet how Crime Alley had both empathy and self-preservation deep in their bones for each other.

"Hi Alvin!" Freedie chips, throwing his scruffed-up backpack in the chair closest to the wall. He bounces in his seat, digging into the Pepperoni pizza Tim sets on the table for him. It's only three slices, but with his employee discount, it's less than a soda from a vending machine.

Tim wasn't sure how much Freddie's family was struggling, but he didn't mind providing the boy with a meal if he could.

"Hi Freddie," he answers warmly, pouring the boy some water. Since they were the only ones in the restaurant, he lingered near the table, placing his hands on his hips as he regarded the boy's appearance. Three weeks ago, he caught a bruise, concealed by makeup, near his neck, and has been hyper-aware of any reappearances since. "How was school?"

"It was pretty good. John tried to throw me in a locker, but I punched him in the nuts like you taught me before he could," the boy reveals with a proud puff of his chest. "His friends tried to grab me, but I swung my shoulder bags at them and they got scared."

Tim sniggers, pride pooling in his gut. His fake Crime Alley accent is rougher than normal, further disguising him. No one who heard him ever thought he was born with a silver tooth. "Good. Teach those prep losers not to mess with ruffians."

Freddie's smile is crooked with both a mischievous nature and the edge of barely concealed violence. "My Dad and brothers think I shouldn't let them get under my skin."

"It's important to be the bigger man," Tim confirms, refilling the boy's cup after he chugs it nearly all in one drink. "It's also important to defend yourself before things escalate."

Freddie is silent momentarily before carefully offering, "My second-oldest brother used to say that, too."

Tim doesn't know what happened to the second oldest, but he has noticed that Freedie always speaks of him in the past tense. This was another common thing in Crime Alley.

People died all the time, and everyone who called this hell-hole home had personally experienced loss at least once before turning eighteen.

"Your brother had the right idea." He settles on grinning at the boy. Freedie's blue eyes are searching, tracing over Tim's face as if searching for a lie, but the door chimes again, and he has to turn away to greet the new customers before he can ask what the boy is searching for.

He offers Freedie a slight nod while returning to the cashier. He pretends he doesn't notice how the twelve-year-old pulls out his homework after finishing his pizza slices. More specifically, he ignores how the boy occasionally attempts to take his picture between math questions.

It's cute how hard he tried to be sneaky about it and how his frustration grew with each failed attempt. Tim was having far too much fun carefully dodging his camera, making sure to move in a way that made it appear like an accident that his face was never captured correctly.

It reminded Tim of himself when he was twelve. Ah, memories.

[milkkytxars]

Here's to a small theory I have of the Beast Cookies before Eternal Sugar's update, just in case it ruins it

Tldr: the beast cookies have never felt like real cookies and the ancients didn't fall bc they had a childhood lmao

My main theory on the beast cookies is that they're fundamentally different from every other cookie.

Like- they were made specifically to be holders of the souljams, they were born full grown up gods. You could say maybe they had the witches to look up to but that's still a stretch, the only one who has any actual hints at a relationship with the witches is Shadow Milk.

It's also probable that the composition of their very dough is different from others, to handle the strength required for the power of the soul jams, or just in general so yhey wouldn't crumble as easily even without them. Because otherwise why would the witches need to lock them up? Well, that's either because they wanted to spare them, because they actually loved their first creations and couldn't bring themselges to kill them. Or because their bodies can't be crumbled as easily as other cookies.

I mean, you see Shadow Milk detach his head on a whim, and that's on a body that Dark Enchantress made for him it's not even the original one. Assuming all of them can do stuff like that and it's not only illusory magic, then no wonder they had to be sealed.

Anyway, the main point here is that the beasts were made fundamentally different from other cookies. And not only that, their status as seconds to literal gods made it so other cookies were probably not treating them like...cookies

Think about it right the only depictions we get of how other beings treated the beast cookies was with outmost reverence, and if it wasn't that then it was with hatred because of greed or other things. They were never treated as actual people with feelings, and I think that's the beginning of their downfall.

I think this disconnect with what should've been their own kind is what started it all, because if others would've treated them with actual equal respect as they would other cookies, then the beasts wouldn't have been so disconnected with how cookies think and feel.

You can also see this being true maybe with how Shadow Milk has so many pictures of himself in the form of other cookies, even when the spire was under the illusion of the spire of knowledge. Maybe at first, those shapeshift forms were made so he could connect with others, fully be able to learn what it means to be a cookie and live like one, be treated as one.

In the end, they weren't treated like that, so they ended up playing god the entire time. And what happens when a mortal plays god? It gets to their head, and in most depictions of it, they get divine punishment. Which is what happened to the beasts.

I believe this also connects to why the ancients didn't fall into the same thing as the beasts and are never truly going to, even when they're set on the exact same path as their counterparts.

It's because, one way or another, they are intrinsically different from the beasts simply by the fact that they grew up in the cookie world as normal cookies. They learned humility, and they *earned* their place in their kingdoms and their reputation. They also earned their souljams, for they were not created simply as a means for the things to work or to guide cookies- they *chose* to guide and lead cookies, nobody had to make them do that. You could argue that the souljams did, but White Lily never formed a kingdom like the others, even when it's clear that she could very easily find people to rule over if she put her mind to it.

The most important thing with the ancients is that, even with their duties and feelings, they're free. More specifically, they're free from the expectations of the witches. And even with the expectations of other cookies, it's still not as bad as it was with the beast cookies when they were virtues, simply by the fact that the ancients aren't paragons sent by the gods like they were.

So no, the ancients are never going to end up like the beasts (at least not permanently) (or at least in my theory lol)

[mscaseys]

What are your opinions on Gemma?

okay so i loveee this question and have always wanted to do a deep dive on her. i know a lot of people think she's boring or has no other personality outside of being Mark's Wife but i beg to differ. also, i will be referencing things said in interviews and while i know they don't necessarily Mean anything (the great thing about severance is that it leaves room for interpretation), i still think some of jessica's/dichen's/dan's insights on things are valuable. also, gemma doesn't have the luxury of having speeches and a lot of her writing is really about the subtext of her actions, which is where the interviews come in handy. this is going to be a longgg post so please indulge me.

i guess i'll focus on her being a prisoner on the testing floor because many people overlook this part of her story even though i think it is one of if not the most essential to understanding who gemma is and her humanity. i've mentioned this before but we really only see about 2 days of her captivity, and the gemma we see has already been stuck down there for 2 years.

jessica explained it really beautifully in this interview about gemma's state of mind when we get to her, and she's also said her and dichen really talked through the cyclical nature of being imprisoned. she's also written with a lot of nuance because if you rewatch her scenes with nurse cecily or dr mauer, her responses are... really subtle but telling. she never directly answers their questions when they interrogate her, and you can tell they aren't really happy with her responses as well. in her own quiet way, she's rebelling too by not allowing them access to her feelings, and only telling them about the physical pain she feels when leaving the rooms (and not her mental/emotional trauma). also, when she tells dr mauer that she wants to go home, you can see her bracing herself to be rejected again, but she says it anyway.

i also like what dichen said about gemma's reaction to dr mauer's lie about mark remarrying, and how they chose the take where she isn't affected by it. you have to imagine that gemma has probably been lied to for years by this company and how strong-willed she has to be to not succumb to their manipulation. she's so much more than just someone who has come to terms with her circumstances, she's actively fighting to get out, so we as viewers are as invested in her escape.

she also mentioned in the same interview that gemma has been trying to get out the moment she's been imprisoned, and she hasn't stopped trying! that says so much about what kind of person she is, her strength, her resilience, and her hope amidst all of it. i think about what the innies went through in s1 for around a month and for gemma's it's that multiplied by 24 (if she was there for around 2 years). that really puts her suffering into perspective for me, because we see how just one week of being an innie affects helly, and while gemma isn't necessarily an 'innie', she very much is trapped in the building as well.

when she finally escapes, dan said that it was important that gemma be the one to guide mark out of the testing floor. the whole damsel in distress trope is not something i particularly like, but in this case it makes sense since gemma can't escape by herself, and also subverts it in a way because gemma is very much the one leading mark once she's out of the cold harbor room. i love this small but important attention to detail and how she is by nature the one who is protective of mark, even though she doesn't have any context for any of what's happening.

this echoes ms casey's protectiveness of helly in s1, where she is really worried about helly and was told to make sure helly is okay, and dan also talks about crafting gemma's personality from the traits present in s1. often times people relegate the positive traits that gemma has as 'bland' but i personally like that we have a character who is kind and compassionate and cares about others. i love that gemma is all these things and i love that it's always been consistent to who she is because i think these are traits that while not uncommon, are important to have in a character that i am rooting for. i think saying that she's a boring character because she isn't inherently 'evil' is... reductive and totally missing the point of what her character adds to the narrative.

this is kind of a tangent but when gemma finally does escape in the finale, she turns around to look at mark. besides the whole orpheus/eurydice parallel, i can't help but think... this is a woman who has been aching to escape for two years, but the moment she tastes freedom she doesn't run towards it. instead, she looks back to make sure mark is free too. this is why in s3 i think the most rational route her character would go down is saving/freeing mark from lumon, not just because ohh let's flip the script from s2 where mark is saving gemma, but because that is who she is as a person. she isn't going to just stand by and let the person she loves be held hostage by lumon, she's going to fight back, and i for one can't wait to see that.

finally, (because this post is getting too long i might have to make a part 2 if anyone Cares), this is probably a niche thing but i loveee the mystery surrounding her character. besides the themes and narrative, i like that there's so much ambiguity surrounding why gemma was chosen, what makes her so special, and also the ongoing mystery of her 25+ innies in her head. it makes thinking about her so much fun and potential storylines that much richer in my opinion. there's so many roads they can take gemma's character down, it's nearly impossible for gemma to not shine in upcoming seasons, and i'll be seated for all of it.

god i sound like mark scout don't i... mark scout voice i love all these things about gemma equally... anyway, sorry to this dear anon who probably did not expect this post when they sent that innocent ask in, but i hope this satisfies your question (sorry if this was all over the place) and feel free to ask away because i can talk about gemma forever <33

[uwooyoungs]

got my conch pierced after like a year of procrastinating 💞🤩

[lostyesterday]

Star Trek Women as Chappell Roan Songs

B’Elanna Torres – Femininomenon

Jadzia Dax and Lenara Kahn – Guilty Pleasure

Philippa Georgiou – Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Christine Chapel – Picture You

Beckett Mariner and Jennifer Sh'reyan – Red Wine Supernova

Deanna Troi – Kaleidoscope

Seska – My Kink is Karma

T’Pring – Coffee

Beckett Mariner – After Midnight

Raffi Musiker and Seven of Nine – Casual

T’Pol – California

Lwaxana Troi – Hot to Go!

Ezri Dax – Pink Pony Club

Deanna Troi and Tasha Yar – Naked in Manhattan

[ramblingsofafanatic]

[yellenasbelova]

you people are gonna look me in the face and tell me this is looks like a convincing 17 and that they clearly put a lot of effort into making her look like a teenager

they put her in glasses and a ponytail and that’s literally it lmaoooooo

[jessmarianowife]

I HATE GROUP PROJECTS WHYYYYY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS I AM NOT BUILT FOR THIS

[marshadowstea]

okay word vomit to end the day :3

dont read it, this is mine >:[

[frostedturquoise]

In other news heres a flip the coin game: Is it a new fandom interest or did i think too hard about a funny pairing dynamic so it is kicking around in my brain for longer than expected (on top of spending over three weeks between being amused by the inclusion of historical mythology a kid i used to babysit was obsessed with combined with mentally lamenting over 'of COURSE they made him a blonde white guy, its anime why did i expect better') or wind up thinking about something else related to it a tiny bit too hard.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Oh being a GM is so fucking fun

[g-k444]

POV it's your turn to host game night with all your boys so they come around to our place and you get the TV on whilst i get beers for all your friends before everyone gets between tipsy-drunk on their beverage

we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once

my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin

then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.

it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...

and they move onto twister.

but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.

I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"

I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly

"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"

my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.

"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."

They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.

i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.

they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.

round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body

at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime

despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...

i cant help but nod that yes i want that to happen again.

[aria0fgold]

Colour circles connect the dot...

Alright, I couldn't resist not posting something bout my art wip but this is so vague anyway that it's fine and also I find it so funny how it looks like a vaguely shaped tiny t-rex.