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we get a little silly

[yangjeongin]

MINHO | 240802 @ LOLLAPALOOZA CHICAGO

[destroyerofgirls]

TW: noncon, degradation, needles (t shot), and yes, this is all fantasy, dumbfuck

Sweetheart, of course you're not a fake boy. No real girl would want all those fucked up things done to her. Now, be a good boy for me and get on your hands and knees.

Good Boy.

I will never call you something you're not, silly. You're not a girl, you're my little mutt. But obviously, you're a little confused. So I'm just gonna- fuck- force these boxers of yours off so I can see your pretty fuck holes. Shh baby, don't make a noise- ugh fuck baby- you just make me so horny, of course I'm gonna rape you- fuck- slip it in. I'm just gonna give you one of those T shots we've been talking about. So that tiny dick of yours can start growing.

Fuck, that's right baby, take it all. You're such a good boy.

Shut up, you're not a girl, I don't care about your damn chromosomes. You're too sex oriented to be a girl, you're a disgusting perv.

What do you mean I made you this way? You know you wanted it.

[pup-pee]

oh god dude ur way 2 close

anyways i h8 this

[sludgekludge]

still thinking about how millie's biggest criticism from the audience has always been that she's the 'moxxie's wife' character and has little development or things going on vs the male leads. one of the 2 episodes we get focusing on her development specifically is about her relationship to the men in her life. they know this is a major criticism directed at millie's writing and execution. they know people want her to have a character outside of the men in her life.

anyway we have diagnosed our undeveloped, male-accessory woman character with pregnancy plotline

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

i like this one (points to the little pink thing.) i think shes a freak and scares the shit out of spader

[spitinsideme]

what awakened your passion for big women ?

ever since i was a little girl i saw women older than me ajd id try to impress them by doing things like doing good in school (i was very dumb lots of teachers hated me but that made them give me more attention and that made me go yay !!! uf i suck they yell at me more and oay attention to me yippeee !!! ) and giving them drawings of things ... that attraction to okder women then developed into atttractoon to older AND bigger women because god i jsut mena .. fuck .. have you sen them ... i love my womej big .. tall .. wide .. like just BIG .. maybe it debeloped because i enjky weighted blankets and so the thoight of a big womab sitting on my face is hot ... or maybe because i want to hold them and grip their body and alsl .. show then love .. theres more skin fo4 me to kiss and bite and be all roamntic on .. aldo because im a lady who loves wpmen .. i mean really at this poinr ... who DOESNR love big women like actually .. i fucking love big women ..

[ran-orimoto]

Toei really spoiled me when they decided to make Junpei sing that freaking “Nessun Dorma” to Izumi. “Turandot”, the opera where unrequited love suddenly turns into the purest and most intense love ever.

I know Junpei sings it to give a homage to Shizuka Arakawa, BUT THE FACT it coincidentally comes from “Turandot” makes me feel like I want to scream and cry and shout. LIKE, DO YOU KNOW WHY KALAF, the main tenor singing Nessun Dorma, SINGS THAT VINCERÓ (“I will win”) AT THE END? Because he’s certain he will win over Turandot’s heart, because he’s persistent and never falters in his love for her.

I’m the only one who can make a Turandot AU nobody would understand and I don’t know what will eventually make my lazy a$$ do it, but I will do it. I don’t care. And you know what, it’s not even laziness that never succeeded in convincing me to draw or write something about it; it’s more like I want to really do it, and in a way that will make me even more obsessed. Because I’m seriously OBSESSED with such a coincidence and everytime I listen to “Nessun Dorma”, I will jump onto the wagon of Fuck you, Toei, sincerely. You don’t know what you did there without intention. WHAT YOU DID TO MY MIND.

Seriously , Junpei shippers, “Nessun Dorma” is our anthem, I will die on my hill and maybe I won’t even die the way I should? Because ,after all, it could probably not even be that big coincidence, who even knows. I don’t want to, however.

[dandelion-blues]

A PJO Headcannon

Idea time:

So, I was reading this fic (it's really good so far btw) and the author was thinking of making Nancy a demigod, and who her godly parent should be, and I thought of Laverna.

Laverna, the Roman Goddess of thieves, cheats, and the Underworld. She was believed to rule Rome's underground with her army of outcasts.

Here I'm thinking that Nancy is just a kid acting out, abandoned by her mom, and being a bully when seeing someone that's like her and has one parent (Percy) and taking it out on him. Also, in the books, Rick described Nancy in an unflattering way, which could go with her feeling like an outcast and whatnot.

It's not an excuse to her behavior, but I think it'd actually be pretty cool to give Nancy a bit more of a backstory. Like how some bully's lash out to hurt, so they don't feel the hurt themselves. And we only knew Nancy as a 12 year old.

But what if when Nancy grows older and learns of her heritage, she doesn't join the Legion like many demigods, but ends up forming a group of other outcasts who feel unloved and were thrown out by society.

Backstory:

Nancy wasn't sure how old she was when she knew that her dad didn't love her like other parents loved their kids. Five? Younger? Nancy didn't know, but she knows it's been a fact of her life for a very long time.

But Nancy got by. After all, even if she didn't have her dad's love, she had his money. That's why she went to expensive boarding schools was sent away and wore pristine itchy uniforms.

Nancy grew up around the cold walls and fleating sunlight of dorms and schools, and it was home to her. Moreso than the beach house her dad lives in.

The damp underground smell when the rain soaked the cracked cement and the running tracks dirt was euphoria. While the sea salt smell on her dad was like a smothering perfume on his skin that was a reminder of all the nonexistent hugs and loving caresses she would never have.

And Nancy's mother. Well, as far as Nancy is concerned, she doesn't exist. Ignoring all the times she cried for a parent, a mother, to love her.

Dad called her mom some whore, and left it at that.

Still, sometimes Nancy's dad would say how Nancy was taking after her mother's unappealing beauty.

Her too orange freckles smeared across her face like powdered cheese instead of like glinting bronze or perfectly clear skin.

Ignoring how Nancy actually liked her freckles. She loved cheese because she imagined it was for royalty to be served at balls like the most divine dishes. At least she loved cheese until other kids started making fun of her cheese powder freckles like they were disgusting.

And that's not even touching on Nancy's frizzy red hair. Hair that Nancy thought was like Ms. Frizzle, the most adventurous and brave woman Nancy saw as a kid. The woman that Nancy looked up to and learned from on TV.

But of course, her dad hated her hair. While his hair was brown and straight, her's was a mess. A reminder of her mother.

And all these unapealing beauty marks just added up and up like a neverending pile of stones titering precariously over her, waiting for her to give up and let the stone's fall and crush her under the weight of her ugliness.

Each insult from her dad, from her peers, from adults around her, added more cracks to the stone tower. Her crooked teeth (she thought she looked like a fiercesome pirate), her prominent nose (a good detective always has a big nose), her tallness (she liked being taller than kids her age, made her not feel as small), her squinty eyes (like she was looking to steal something. It's true, she likes shiny things, besides surely they can do without some of their possessesions because they smile so carelessly without a worry).

So yeah, Nancy gets it. She's not attractive, but so what? Because of this, she's learned to use her words and body language to get what she wants. Other kids will use puppy eyes, and she'll call an adult a pervert and pickpocket from the "concerned" adults around her. And guess what? She'll get more than the kid who uses puppy eyes.

But she won't ever get a parent's love.

And now that Nancy's twelve, and going to sixth grade, she knows all the tricks. How to be the top dog at school, and be the teacher's favorite.

She'll surround herself with worshipers, and her heart will finally not feel so empty.

But why?

Why?

Why are there still people ignoring her?

And why does the one boy that smells like sea salt bring tears to her eyes?

It's because he reminded her of her dad. Her dad and that horrible beach house that she desperately tries to forget once school starts again.

And why does that boy, who seems to come from nothing, seem to have such a carefree smile?

No, it's not carefree. Nancy can see that it's strained, like hers.

But why does he still seem so happy?

Is it because of that cripple, Grover?

No, if that was it that Nancy would be happy. After all, she has better, more superior friends.

And yet why isn't she happy like him?

Why?

It makes Nancy furious. Her heart hammers in her chest, and her eyes sting. She clenches her teeth and balls her hands into fists.

What right does that nobody have to be so happy?

Is it because he has a mom that mails him blue cookies and handwritten letters in a cheap tuba ware box?

That he has a parent that loves him unlike her?

It doesn't matter because Nancy will do whatever it takes to wipe that happy smile off of Percy's face if it's the last thing she does.

Nancy's face burns bright red with pure retribution when it never seems to work. Her eyes gleam with fury as Grover and Percy seem to have gotten closer than ever after she started to pick on them. At least their math teacher, Mrs. Dodds seems to hate Percy just as much as her.

Whatever, she has more plans. Nancy rolls her eyes and washes her face as she gets ready for bed. She glances in the mirror, looking at all her ugly traits. Her yellowish eyes like pyrite, fake gold, glaring back at her while she scowls.

Ugly, deformed little girl. Trying to fill your empty heart again?

"Shut up!" Nancy yelled at her mirror self, and the other her seemed to grin maliciously back.

Ugh, your voice sounds as disgusting as how the rest of you looks.

"Stop." Nancy's voice cracks, her eyes watering, as she starts to tremble.

Tch, pathetic. Don't pretend to have emotions now. You mons-

Nancy screams and punches the mirror, the glass splintering before her as it cracks and falls.

Nancy sheild's her face in her arms, as the glass shattered and broke completely, thudding loudly as the pieces hit the sink and floor.

Nancy stood there a moment, breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly. She lowers her arms, her left hand throbbing with pain, and looks at the shattered glass all on the ground and sink. Her blood mixes with the pure white tiles painting her crime scene red.

And for a second, when Nancy glances at the shard pieces, she doesn't see herself, but Percy. Another scarred kid with anger issues and wants to be heard. And then it's gone when Nancy blinks.

Nancy breathes a moment before slumping to the ground, laughing hysterically.

She's going crazy, hasn't she?

Seeing things?

Having more strength than a twelve year old girl should have?

H-how did she even do that?!

The mirror shouldn't have broken that easily!

Maybe she really is some depraved lunatic villain after all.

Nancy shakes her head in disbelief, some giggles spilling past her lips.

She looks at her blood entranced. It shines bright red and leaves her body. Has she ever lost so much blood before? She doesn't think she has.

Nancy continues to laugh and giggle.

She really is crazy isn't she?

Then, Nancy feels a lump in her throat, tears threatening to spill as she shutters a dry sob.

She's a monster!

And Nancy's leaves the bathroom in horror, her heart beating rapidly. She sinks into her bed covers, wincing as her hand is still bleeding, but she ignores it, like she ignores everything else and she forces herself to fall asleep in her single dormitory. Alone, not noticing tears leaving her eyes as she wants to forget everything and dream of everything she'll never have.

And the anguish Nancy feels only makes her feel more helpless and angry. So she does the only thing a twelve year old can think of when she has nothing else. She lashes out at the world - at everyone. Especially at those who dare to stand up to her. To be so happy when she never will be!

[jackalopedaily]

Jackalope Daily Day 302!

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

see its the same issue i have with genloss and horror. and not to bring up genloss again and get a wave of people blocking me for it. but like. its the same issue! i understand that dsmp was a lot of peoples first fandom experience and naturally this will bleed through into the tangentially related medias. but like. its SO painfully obvious a lot of people have just. Never Actually Experienced any better movies/shows/books. and its really sad! bc theres so many awesome things out there and its just upsetting to see people place these mediocre 20-somethings men on pedestals expecting perfection from them because they will ALWAYS be disappointed. genuinely in the nicest possible way i can say this. some of you just need to go read a book written by a woman. or watch an ap show run by queer folks. go listen to spirits or pale blue pod who are run by really smart really funny professional women. go read the murderbot diaries which explores identity in a way i have genuinely never experienced before in a piece of fiction and includes crazy awesome sci-fi action and environments and also uses neopronouns in a way that is so nonchalant and casual that i didnt even notice them at first. if youre set on youtubers/streamers. go watch holly hollowtones or penny snapcube who are extremely funny and talented and creative trans women and have equally as funny and creative friend groups. like. theres so many better things out there.

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

when ur 26 & just now healing from life long trauma, it's a little wild what blows ur mind. Ur telling me I can make friends on the internet? I can just listen to these ppl talk and feel better? You also are just allowed to inflict psychic wounds on ur friend by starting a book series and then she goes & finishes it before u so then much be in her own special hell

[bibridlizzie]

Cleo Sowande

[soobvape]

heol

[candyskiez]

Girl help I am completely giving up 👍

[dinkdonkjoolian]

putting a dastardly disgusting addition to my intro post to clear anything up 😐 its a hard economy out here