#so many thinkies

[onedivinemisfit]

If she was raised in the church. I keep thinking about that. How different would that have gone down, would sothis have awakened earlier? Would rhea have brainwashed her? Would jeralt still be a part of her life?

FE3H (c) Nintendo

Art: Me

[bearotonin-international]

when you tryna have a good time and just monch some dandelions and the thinky thoughts hit

[momomoring]

lol in a silly goofy mood rn thinking about gp!momo and how much she likes it when sana rides her.

momo’s sitting in a chair, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping sana’s waist so hard it’s leaving bruises. sana’s straddling momo’s lap, fucking herself on her dick. she’s so wet it’s dripping down momo’s length and making a mess in her lap.

sana has a hand on the back of the chair, just beside momo’s head, and her other hand gripping her shoulder for leverage every time she lifts up and forces herself downwards on momo.

her dick stretches sana out, hitting every single spot inside of her so good her eyes roll back. she’s nearly dizzy with how good it feels, momo’s dick pulsing inside of her, needy little whimpers falling out of momo’s mouth.

it’s kind of pathetic, how much momo likes this, sana controlling both of their pleasure but primarily seeking her own. how momo just lays there, hands gripping sana harshly but barely doing anything to help her fuck herself on momo’s dick.

the coil in sana’s stomach tightens, and it gets harder to lift up, to keep the consistency of her movements. she falls forwards, lips finding momo’s neck, mouthing at her pulse point, teeth biting down and tongue smoothing it over. momo lets out a groan, thrusting upwards. sana gasps against momo’s neck at how her dick goes even deeper, stretches her even further.

“just like that,” sana chokes out and momo, like the good girl she is, thrusts upwards again, those hands on sana’s waist finally useful for something.

sana’s cries grow louder as momo continues fucking up into her, guiding her sloppy movements. momo grunts with the effort, her shoulder muscles working and flexing under sana’s hand. momo’s teeth are gritted with the strain but she loves it, the way it makes sana moan brokenly, hands gripping her and fucking herself desperately on momo.

“i’m so close,” sana says, voice shaking and unsteady. momo groans, trying not to come as she shifts closer, an arm wrapping around sana’s waist, her other hand sliding around to rub harshly at her clit as she thrusts into her. sana nearly screams, the stimulation on her clit overwhelming and intense, but it’s everything she needs and she comes, body convulsing and shuddering.

she clenches around momo’s dick as she continues fucking herself wantonly, momo’s thumb rubbing her clit. the tightness of sana’s wet pussy is all momo can think about, her dick throbbing inside of her as she fucks into her harder, chasing her own orgasm.

it happens within seconds after momo stops trying to prevent it, spilling into sana, warmth exploding as she cries out. her hold on sana tightens as her head falls forwards so that her forehead can rest on her shoulder. sana groans with the feeling and shifts on momo’s dick, milking it for what it’s worth.

and finally, momo leans back, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. her hand finds its way to sana’s stomach and she rubs at her lower stomach, her dick and cum still inside of her. the corner of her mouth quirks upward in a smirk.

“you look pretty like that,” momo says.

sana hums, leaning closer to kiss her lazily for a moment before mumbling against her lips, “so do you.”

[minecraftbookshelf]

Traffic Life: Widows Alliance

some minor secret life spoilers below.

The Widows' Alliance name drop in the most recent session has me being extremely normal about everything.

I just love that alliance so much. It is, as far as I can think, the only alliance in the entire traffic series that has survived all five seasons now without a single betrayal and the only murder has been consensual.

Third Life was the setup, they didn't get to actively team together so much but they had their deal and their plans, Cleo just died before they had the chance to see them through, and Scott followed not long after.

Last Life, the infamous Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss teamup my beloveds. Cleo was a semi-latecomer to the trio but it was never in question and they both stuck with it through to the end.

Double Life, The Official Team, when they turned on Pearl and still stuck by each other, to the point that they axe crit each other to emphasize to their government assigned soulmates that they didn't need them, they had each other. (Pearl's powdered snow came after the axe crits i will scream about this until i am hoarse, she retaliated with lesser damage to an injustice and cruelty done towards her first.)

Limited Life, Scott took refuge with the Clockers multiple times when the entire rest of the server was hunting him and Cleo gave him shelter without question each and every time. I think he set his spawn in their base more often then he did in his own. He also gifted multiple of his lives to them, Cleo especially, and traded a couple more.

And now Secret Life. When they tried to avoid teaming up and yet...and yet.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Thinking about step 9 and the whole concept of forgiveness of one’s self and others and it bringing healing and how bobby and Eddie have been paralleled a fair amount and the idea that Eddie started this process back at the end of s5 with his forgiveness and acceptance of his father but how he hasn’t yet gone anywhere near his mother and their relationship .

How his catholic guilt storyline seems more likely to play on his reltionship with his mother than his father (if his father wasn’t around that much it would’ve been Helena taking him to church etc each week) so the idea of an Eddie - Helena storyline that plays on catholic guilt and potentially his queerness in relation to that has me chewing on glass - it could be so epically good

[gatzbright]

[october] one year of togetherness.

@/dreamsecretclub: dteam Christmas won’t be happening unfortunately, thought I’d say before that way Christmas can still be great :) totally out of our control unfortunately, can’t wait for the future still :)) 2022 incoming ♥️♥️

Dream: I'm gonna expose George's feelings on his behalf ... He was just saying, he was like, 'I think I'm depressed', and we were like 'What do you mean?' and he was like, 'I don't know. I don't do anything, and no one's here, and I just wanna come to the US'. And Sapnap was like, 'Well, what if I came to the UK?' and George was like, 'You should'. And then Sapnap went and filed for his passport the next day.

Dream: Because George hasn't got his visa yet, Sapnap's going to the UK. Sapnap: Fine. I'll go. [Dream Team laughs] Dream: So, unfortunately, Sapnap's getting the first George hug. [George Laughs] Sapnap: I'm getting the first George hug.

Dream: I feel like if George isn't here by, like—I wanna be like, 'Well, next month'. I feel like if George isn't here by September, my like, mental health will take a dive. Massively. And that sounds like, fucked, but it's one-hundred percent true.

Dream: You will see the fact that George, um—George's reaction to seeing me ... We said when he got his visa he could FaceTime me, so, stuck to the plan. Not saying anymore because you have to wait for the meetup video.

Dream: You sure you don't want to wait to see me in person? George: I'm ready. I've got my camera set up—I'm all ready to go! Dream: I guess I just, I wasn't expecting this. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and make sure I don't look like trash. I'll be right back! George: [laughs] Okay ... Oh my god.

George: After years of waiting, I was finally going to America.

Sapnap: Dream? Dream: Yeah? Sapnap: Clay? Dream: Oh god. Sapnap: I brought him. He's here. You excited? Dream: I am ... very nervous. Sapnap: Nervous but excited. Dream: I'm nervous, but I'm excited! I'm doing excited hops. Sapnap: It's a big day—an exciting day! ... Take your time. This is big stuff. He's going to be living here forever.

@/GeorgeNotFound: Just met Dream!! :)

“This doesn’t even feel real,” George says in the video — a sentiment he reiterates to Variety when asked about how he felt in the moment. “The sun was directly behind him, and it was blinding me, and he had an aura about him.” 

George: It's so bright, I can't even see you. You're like a—you're like a god with the sun behind you!

George: I guess I gotta go get my bags in, and time to live in the Dream House. Dream: The Dream Team House!

@/GeorgeNotFound: why didnt you post the one where you actually kissed me?

dream @/dreamwastaken: just felt better leaving things up for larger interpretation

George: Look it's Dream, and Sapnap. It's all of us!

Dream: [softly to George] Rise and shine. We're home.

Hypnotised, Delta Goodrem | Dream's secret George photos in smile hoodie, Deleted @/dreamwastaken Tweet | Dream Priv Tweet,@/dreamsecretclub | The Collector, John Fowles | Dream Team Minecraft Skins | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | Our first selfie :], @/GeorgeNotFound Tweet | Sapnap Tiktok with George, @/Sapnapvids | Fortnite w/Dream and George, SapnapAlt VOD | Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett [Used Many Times] |  You Laugh You Lose With George, Sapnap VOD | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | The Trial, Franz Kafka | George Visa Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream Twitter Space, @/dreamwastaken | October Passed Me By, girl in red | George Visa Selfie, @/GeorgeNotFound | I Met Dream In Real Life, GeorgeNotFound [Used Many Times] | There It Goes, Maisie Peters | Dandelion Wine, Gregory Alan Isakov | Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault), Taylor Swift | Coastline, Hollow Coves | George Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream and George Interview, Rachel Seo, Variety | Dream Deleted Tweet Photos, @/Dream | George Tweet Reply,@/GeorgeNotFound | Dreamland, Glass Animals | Photograph of Dream and George during the Foodbeast's Panel at Twitchcon San Diego, @/itsjusttai_ | Dream Team Christmas – Baking Cookies, Sapnap VOD | fallingforyou, The 1975 | Dream Team Christmas – Gingerbread Houses, GeorgeNotFound VOD | Dream Tweet Reply, @/dreamwastaken | It's Not Living (If It's Not With You), The 1975 | just got back from hospital..., GeorgeNotFound VOD | Home, Gabrielle Aplin | Dream and George on set: Everest – Dream & Yung Gravy BEHIND THE SCENES, Dream Music | Dream Snapchat Video, @/Dream | Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

[vanlegion]

A while back after I found the QvA PSAs and watched them all in a row. . . and just cacking at the time about how they just embraced the Grimmons. . . There was one about the Best Villain. It was funny as hell and I laughed. Just, Caboose. BUT... some time shortly after I kinda had a thought. Something kind of made me go 'hmm'.

Simmons thinks The Director was the Best Villain. . . . . Do you think he thought The Director was the best villain because his own life and experience the worse villain he's dealt with personally was his own abusive fuck of a father who's expectations he could never meet? Or do you think it's simply because Dr. Leonard Church pretty much fucked over not only his own family but had a reaching negative impact across countless people's lives?

Eh, I kinda see it being both, but there's defiantly some personal animosity there.

[feliciadraws]

*WANDERSONG SPOILERS*

I wanna talk about Audrey, the so-called 'Hero.' Now I'm not that good at writing or posting meta but man oh MAN Audrey is actually so much more interesting than I initially took her to be; she's actually deeply insecure about not only herself but how the world perceives her AND has a skewed, dare I say, SUPERFICIAL, idea of what it means to truly be the hero. She primarily sees it as a role she has to play or fulfill, rather than something someone chooses to be, and while she "knows" herself to be the hero, she doesn't actually BELIEVE she is A hero in herself. Even further is that she WANTS to be The Hero but is so dyed in the proverbial wool in both her insecurities and her perception of her role as The Hero that she doesn't want to stop, she wants to fulfill the role she was given so bad that she broke her promise to the Bard when she said she wouldn't kill anymore Overseer spirits upon killing the King of Hearts because, how she sees it, 'that's how it is.' What was interesting is that Audrey spoke about her dislike of being told what to do and where to go when Eyala was acting as her guide, that she found it demeaning that she couldn't think or act for herself, but was that her interpretation of being told to back down by Eyala? After all, Eyala did mention to the Bard that when she warned Audrey, Audrey felt that Eyala was 'taking something away from her', and that something was the role of The Hero, without which she would still be a nobody that no one saw or knew or cared about.

She wants to be the Hero and is so attached to that role and the adoration it had brought her and wants to fulfill that role because she believes that what truly makes her and that without the title of Hero and the Sword and the powers, she can't be A hero. Her insecurities tell her that she can't be A hero outside of being THE Hero, and she can't understand not only how the Bard had gotten so far but how he continues to have hope, despite his own innate feelings of despondence and his own melancholy. But he keeps going because of his hope, hope that he can still save the world and that there is always another, better way, a way that one can choose. A different way to be a hero, if you will. And I personally think that the Bard's approach to being a hero, it's confounding to Audrey for many reasons, one of those being that he wasn't chosen by anyone or anything to be a hero per se, but he chose to be a hero HIMSELF, despite everything acting against him, including Audrey herself. The Bard admitted he's jealous of Audrey being chosen to be the hero and her sword and her powers, not knowing that his innate goodness and his CHOICE to be good make him a hero, without the need for a sword or a title or a higher calling.

I honestly love how Wandersong toys with the definition of the word 'hero', and not only subverts the typical fantasy RPG hero archetype with Audrey, right down to the outfit and the magic sword, but DOUBLE subverts her; she could have been a twist villain who was simply a villain masquerading as a hero, but even this was subverted by making her not a hero, but not quite a villain either, but an insecure girl who sees herself as a nobody and is so obsessed with fulfilling a role that makes her a somebody that she's going to end up destroying the world and herself (both figuratively and literally), but is blinded by her self-perception and insecurities so that she can't see anything within herself that's heroic, making her both a mirror and a foil for the Bard.

I'm not sure where I was going and I know Wandersong isn't the first game to do this but I love how it was done here so far (I'm starting Act Seven), not least because I hated Audrey at first but she's actually growing on me, as much as I hate to admit it, not least that she actually resonates with me much more now this revelation has come about. I was pleasantly surprised and now I want to study this girlfail mess of a human being under a microscope.

[averlym]

no one would notice if i ever vanished // if bodies could sustain // this never-ending army // like blood pumping through a vein

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:OOO hello. anyway since these are all posters i'd have in an ideal world or smth and i'd like to store the high res versions somewhere,,, here's the google drive folder for them? hehe ''

close up!

[pessimisticshapewithablog]

Crowned Divinity vs Born Godhood?

The crown colors are pieces of the visible light spectrum. But I noticed some colors were missing. Granted the crowns could have meant to represent a simplified rainbow spectrum but...I won't accept that lol. Even still most of rainbow is there...

But orange and "true" blue are missing.

Whereas the bird trio is formed if primary colors. Which is particularly used in pigments. A physical medium.

I wonder what could be extrapolated from this information? The differences between physical gods (the bird trio) and conceptual gods (bishops(light)?

The first gods were "physically" gods? Born with innate power and "divinity". Like a solar storm, or an erupting volcano. Forces of nature. But like pigment, they could be washed away with the waters of time? Or blown away by the winds of change. Even stars die.

The new gods are beings of concepts and ideals. What they governed would have been foreign to beasts, easily ignored and forgotten but powerful convictions that transcended even death at it's strongest. War and famine, justice and love, all powerful ideas when instilled but meaningless in the minds of beasts. In the face of our baser nature...

[destroy-some-evil]

Joe has barely had any time to breath since finding out that he's Tong's stand-in.

If you break it down:

Joe had the worst christmas ever. Breaks up with Ming the next day. The day after that, he's kidnapped and has to get himself out of the situation. Either the next day or just a couple of days later, he falls of a cliff. Wakes up in another body.

Then he has one month in recovery.

Joe, being a good and responsible son and probably someone who doesn't like to sit around doing nothing, mostly likely called Wut up either the same or the next day to start working. Ing kept trying to get him to rest more but Joe didn't listen.

He meets Ming again the first day he's back at work, where he specifically tries to make sure he is not in a situation where he would run into Ming by working backstage and leaving early. Same night, he finds out Ming is still living his house that night.

His second day coming home from work he finds out his new mom owes a shit ton of money to loan sharks. Either that afternoon or the next day, Joe goes to Wut to try out for the stunt team. Here is a clothing change, so it seems like it's the next day, not just that afternoon.

Maybe another couple of days before shooting the scene where he runs into Ming again. Followed by shooting the ad with Ming soon after.

Two days later, he's breaking into his own house. Same night his mom is in the the hospital.

The next day he's Tong's stand-in on set again in order to pay for his mother's hospital bills. (Also same day, Ming is drunkenly kissing him and saying that he misses P'Joe.)

The day after that, he's making his deal with the devil he knows Ming for the money to take care of his mom. All while his heart is breaking all over again. He's trying to make different choices. And even though his reasons for making the same choices in life 2.0 are different, it has to be hard to make the same choices he made in his previous life. He's looking at another year with Ming. This time, Ming is around in both his personal life and his professional life.

Now in all that, where has he time to breathe? It's amazing that he's keeping it together as much as he is actually.

At best, I think this timeline was essentially two months (ish) for Joe compared to the two years everyone else had. He's had maybe 1/10 the time process the events of that December compared to the amount of time everyone else had. (Not that having any amount of time mattered when it came to Ming, who is the king of not processing his feelings.)

And if we take the poster of Ming selling water at the hospital as the first time Joe even sees a picture of Ming- that would mean that Joe has only one month in which to rest his heart without having to regularly face the spectator of his relationship with Ming.

Of course, Joe is going to think Ming is still looking for Tong's stand-in. He's heard that Ming only smiles around Tong. P'Joy told him he looks like Tong and he's professionally a stand-in for Tong again. That added along with all his history with Ming vs. Ming saying he misses P'Joe once while drunk (to me, this is the time that Ming has clearly made his preference for Joe obvious where Joe can see it -- if there are others, someone please get in the comments and tell me). He's not going to think that Ming is trying to keep him near because he reminds Ming of Joe 1.0.

In summary:

[chazarusdre]

splatoon would have like the most agonizing traumatic heartbreaking lore ever and then go on to name an important aspect of that lore something goofy like oh yeah the grandkids of this guy who participated in the great turf war have names that when said together sounds like calamari :) we're going to delve into agent 8's inner mind and face her struggles. the name of this campaign? side order. like some fries :) this guy who's the last of his kind is trying to bring back order and balance by turning aquatic animals into mammals. oh what's his name- mr. grizz. :)

[bearotonin-international]

Timber's been struck by the thinky thoughts

[cyanide-latte]

not me making more TWST OCs based off the Aristokittens, nooooo

[exploringmonsters]

I want to learn how to make interactive fiction.

Writing weird porn is the obvious way in. Like just write some weird porn to learn the engine and how to code shit.

I am way too analytical right now but I'll get there.

[princessmacedon]

[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

Vaguely, the idea had come to mind after some time spent at the ball—that around that time last year, Maria had found her way to him, primarily as the consequence of a brawl he’d found himself in.

There was no brawl this time (unless one wished to call his encounter with Michalis to be that sort of thing), but inspired by the threats of a certain redhead, the Moonstone drifted to the refreshments, then into the crowd, then to the side of one familiar in the mix of countless unknowns. Free hand takes a feather and places it in her hair such that it would mirror the one given to her brother (though perhaps more seen), and then, rather announcing himself—

“ Hello there, Maria. ” (An eye looks for Michalis before casting itself at the shorter girl.) His other hand (the one holding the platter) then emerges from behind his back, giving all three of the pastries to his target. With a smile typical of his expressions, he elaborates:

“ These are for you. ”

(pretend i detailed the buns it's presently an unreasonable hour for me haha)

Eventually even Maria relinquished her brother's cloak, sorely though she has missed him, with the hope that in spite of all the ways he has forgone his own happiness, he might find someone with the patience for all his thorns -- someone he can call a friend. Such bright hope and overwhelming trust would then, of course, never think to doubt the appearance of Sir Valter at her table.

For he is her friend, is he not? ...ah, well, perhaps not quite, but near enough to it from what she understands of his terms that she is happy nonetheless.

"Hello, Sir Valter!" A typical smile meets and makes an entirely expected grin, the weight of the little princess' full attention drawn to him with little more than a curious forward-lean. He has always been good to her, but she has never known him to be overly nor overtly generous. And with such a smile... that is a mischief-making smile if ever she's seen one.

That is, if she's reading him rightly. The want to understand is there at least, if not the ability. Soft fingertips touch the edge of the plate in even intervals, marveling at the gift of sweet buns (they always look so tasty!), and he has always been good to her.

"Mm... yummy!" Having taken a bite, she obscures her mouth with a delicate hand, the other setting the bun back on the tray. Following a moment's pause to chew and swallow, Maria turns her rosy-hued gaze back to Valter with the glittering, unspoken question of just what mischief she'd partaken in.

"Do you want some?" But she doesn't demand to know what it is -- doesn't foist any culpability on him, either, only turning the nearby bowl ever so slightly with the tip of a finger. "Oh! Or... do you even like sweets? I have pomegranate and mint candies too, if that's better." Maybe he was stingy with his answers, just like her favorite mockingbird? Her eyes squeeze shut in a fond little laugh. "Either way, thank y... huh?"

Crimson tresses sway with each shift of her head, a motion she is well familiar with, but in it there is something new. Maria blinks once, blinks twice, then raises a bun-sticky hand, brushing it with the back of her knuckle so as not to sully it. The familiar texture--

"Ah! You got me?" A peal of quiet giggles, falling like rain as she wrings her hands in her napkin, busying herself with fetching her own brooch and quite content to let Valter's lay where he'd left it. "Here, you can have mine, too!"