#stou

[sotiriabellou]

its taking unbelievable self control to not post this on my instagram story for all of my ethnicist relatives to see the mental strain it is putting on me to not do it is actually making my heart hurt.happy 25th

[monaxikos-skantzoxoiros]

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[gomenes-funky]

pws na stamathsw na blepw mono to kalo stous allous kai na apodextw thn pragmatikothta tutorial ?

[arsiaaaa]

Kalhmera mono stous douleutarades mou

[sudag-o]

perguntas do dia. 🤓

1- oq tá acontecendo nesses dias fale as novidadix

2- voce acha q mudou de quando tinha 17 anus pra 18 anus?

3- eu capturei um onceling e ele tá girando em círculo aqui no porão oq isso significa?

4- oq vose fazia na iscola? (pode ser seila quando tava em qualquer série a seila)

5- oq vose acha q seria bom pro seu futuro?

6- topi 3 personagens q pareço (interrogação aqui)

7- se vose mim ver na rua do nada oq vose faria? (não me matar)

8- vose acha q mudou de gosto musical de 2020 pra cá (não sei pq edpeicifcsm 2020 xD)

9- vose mataria qualquer pessoa pra ser o homem aranha?

10- qual emoticon te representa?

akbou lolololol

o post mais 2020 da sua vida

acontecendo > desenhando muinto passo o dia sentado no sofa no chao em qualquer lugar desenhando o onceler m causa vibracoes e ideias a cada segundo eh LEVEMENTE irritante. ai eu ainda assisto animation meme p fika com +++ideias susu Para Por Favor suas aulas começam em breve. stou tentando me enturmar com selfshippers e scrollando twt mas m dxa muinto triste qe eh assustador memo usa taiping quirk com milhares de desconhecidos meu mundo caiu. qeria toma sorvete mas nao vou! x(

17 anos > nAo isso foi basicamente ontem ;-; principais diferenças eh q agora nao tenho tanto medo de postar foto e falar idade na internet e eu posso olhar pro onceler e pensa hehe agora a gente pode faze seqso >:) >:) >:) e agora posso viaja sosinho sem a preocupasao de que talvez eu tenha que dormir num posto de gasolina e eu tanbem posso pega dinheiro emprestado do banco e assinar coisas sem mnha mae esta junto uauuu sou um individuo respeitavel agora

onceling > ele ta tentando invocar os 7 oncelers do mau swagler oneler bitterler entre creepler rocky spook

escola > desenhaR eu levava uma PASTA de desenhos e umas folha sulfite e fikava desenhando no recreio ou na sala no caderno em todo lugar ai as pessoas vinham fala galera ela desenha por favor me faz ums 5 desenho diferente ai eu ata belesa. Eu AINDA TENHO ESSA PASTA ;^) eu me lembro perfeitamente de ta desenhando essa black rock shooter referencia edgy num canto no recreio e ai comesou a vir um monte d gente em volta de mim fala uauuuuuuw vem ca ver eh desenhista

+++outras grandes obras de arte minhas do ensino medio

qndo nao era isso eu baixava episodios de anime pra assistir e era bom pq ai eu acabava rapidimho ;-; ou eu fikava assistindo amvs e edits. uma ves eu assisti filme gore la tbem e megamente e crepusculo idgaf.. eu jogava piano tiles / osu droid / jogo clicker de pescar / subway surfers / depende da epoca

futuro > encontrar alguem tao maluko quanto eu no curso de necropsia e sermos amigos edgys qe conversam sobre gore e outras coisas sem vergonha na cara

personagens >

Scootaloo e sirena ja discutimos o motivo vamos desbloquear 3 novas personagems

udagawa ako de bandori eu nAo sei NADA SOBRE BANDORI! eu sei qe ela me lembra voce. Ela eh uma baterista gamer tem cara de qm gasta milhoes em robloques e ela se sente diferente das otras garotas E ela eh muinto alienigisna algums personagens demoraram pra se acostumar com ela

ALGO EPICO : SE VOSE FOSSE UM DANGANRONPA VC SERIA A IBUKI todo mundo ama a ibuki ela era minha favorita amtes mesmo de assistir só essa imagem ja dis tudo sobre ela os scenecores amavam esta garota.

vou te dar um okegom so de zoas vc seria a met ela tem uma radio para entrevistar okegoms ela eh torturada pela bff dela ( nesse caso seria eu) a historia dela e q ela era uma humana mas ai deu ums bagulho na familia dela e ela morreu e virou uma fantasma livre sem pensamentos que ama motos e instrumentos musicais

PEGUEI AS MIDIAS MAIS 2020 POSSIVEIS '___'

te ver na rua > pergunto se poso escrve uma mensagem secreta na sua testa e ai eu escrevo ONCELER

gosto musical > meu gosto musical sempre vai ser uma mistura de tudo qe eu goxtava 10 anos atras. Ele nao muda apenas se expande! mas essa epoca parseiro. AAAAAHH.. TODO MUNDO OUVIA AS MESMAS COISAS EH FODA.... 2020 foi o ano q conheci millionaires mcr msi soad 100gecs freddie dredd entao okei sao coisas q aimda gosto mas eu tbem amava scenecore ANTES do nome sequer se popularizar como scenecore emtao qndo eu vou ouvir isso aki eu fico meio. Que.. interessante susu ? .... =) era meu artista favorito esse cara

principal diferensa eh q hoje em dia eu tambem ouço emo e crunk e rap. Coisas qe eu parei de ouvir com frequencia e prefiro Nem lembrar : Mother mother ( eu ouso em segredo) . Foodhouse . Corpse . Grlwood . Shittrap. Seila qualquer coisa qe vc axar numa playlist glitchcore 2020 eu ouvia essa aki religiosamente

O QUE APRENDEMOS HOJE ? Eu faço amvs minha vida inteira eh obvio qe eu ouvia os audios mais fodas para edits B)

ADICIONANDO : acredito ke meu gosto mudou msmo de 2019 pra 2020/21 pq eu tava desde 2017 so ouvindo musicas indie qe se encaixavam numa estetica MUIINTO ESPECIFICA. era clairo era tame impala joji mxmtoon girl in red cavetown LIL BO WEEP forest KHAI DREAMS ERA MEU ARTISTA FAVE mano eu era otra pessoa eu fui d gosta de eletronica -> goxta de musica LOFI / SAD / WEIRDCORE ? -> goxta de eletronica dinovo . O bom eh q eu conhecia tudo pelo youtube e soundcloud amtes mesmo d fika famoso era mais fasil de encontrar musicas

homem aranha > Depende eu num goxto tamto do ome aranha mas deve se legal escalar com teias

emoticon > =9 :3 X_x feliz feliz MORTO

[dreamyinception-world]

𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥

pairing:Jung Yunho x black fem!reader

w/c: 2.7k

Genre: Friends to Lovers  + Smut

Summary: On the day of your birthday, you wake up to a surprise in your kitchen– your handsome best friend and his multitude of presents that he has in store just for you.

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language

Sws: Ass rimming (fem receiving), Pussy eating, Food Play, Sensory Play, Fingering (fem receiving)

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Yunho has really been getting to me lately and this spawned from a dream that I had alongside other things. Thank you to my friends again for helping me with inspiration for this fic and everyone for their support of my work. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did while writing. 

As a reminder, my work is only for those who are eighteen years or older. Anyone who attempts to interact with my work or blog who is underage will be blocked immediately. You have been warned. 

©𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 2024 || 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ♡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

“So how was it?”

“It was one of the best birthdays ever.” You stared down at the swirled design on the foam of your coffee, unable to hide the smile that came across your face. 

Barely 48 hours have passed since your birthday, and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. But your friends, being as nosy as they are, weren’t going to help that situation. 

They called you almost immediately the morning after, begging for you to meet them so they could know all about it. And lucky for them, you were quite eager to share it with them. 

“How did it go? Well, I don’t know if it would be okay for me to tell you the whole thing right here.”

As if on cue, they immediately complained and whined, clasping their hands together with puppy eyes. You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips from their eagerness, pulling your curls back into a small ponytail.

“Okay, okay. I’ll have to keep my voice low though. You better not tell anyone!”

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It was a perfect day as any other, though you would have preferred to not have class the same day as your special one. I guess it couldn’t be avoided though— it just had to fall on a Friday. The night before you debated skipping all together, what was one day of missing classes going to do?

But then you thought about all the plans that everyone had made, the things you all would do together in between classes and after class, the alleged “surprises” that had been whispered between your small group of friends. 

You surely couldn’t disappoint them with your absence. You made a promise and you had to keep it.

In addition to them, there was one other person amongst them who you couldn’t miss— a particularly tall handsome man with an adorable smile and playful nature whom you called your best friend or boyfriend depending on who was around– Jung Yunho.

The two of you weren’t “official” by the books. But you knew your feelings for him.

Sitting up from bed, you stretched out each of your limbs and hummed at the small pop that came from each, only noticing the smell of something sweet wafting into your room once you relaxed your body. Curious, you rolled out from under the sheets and tiptoed quietly down the only barely sunkissed hallway.

Around the edge of the hallway, you barely let your head peek over with some fraction of fear set in your shoulders. Your eyes scanned around the room, landing on the top of someone’s brown head bobbing in the kitchen. 

Still letting barely a sound make your presence known, you crept to the other side of the room and looked over the short wall separating a part of the kitchen from the living room. Your eyes immediately widened, feeling your cheeks get hot.

Hues of pale yellow from the stout window danced over your best friend’s face, whisking away at something inside of one of your kitchen bowls. He looked..comfortable in the space, like he had belonged there, like it was a regular occurrence. 

You couldn’t help the way your heart wavered at the thought of this— him being a part of your private world away from everyone and everything else. Just you and him.

“You gonna stop hiding behind the wall now?” The sudden sound of his voice had you dropping to the floor, banging your knee in the process. You yelped out in pain, hugging the throbbing area as he walked over, chuckling behind his hand and crouching down to eye level.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yeah right.” You slapped his hand away, unable to hide the smile that followed from his laughter. He helped you up from off the floor, adjusting your clothes and checking your legs despite your protests that you were fine.

“Ugh, please. What are you even doing here?” 

He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck in an instant, trying to uphold what little bit of confidence he normally held by holding his attention else, only for a moment, clearing his throat.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I know you said we would hang out later but I thought I would come around now. If you don’t mind, of course.”

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“This is really cute and all, y/n.” One of your friends piped in sheepishly. The others looked between each other, becoming a bit shy and red in the face, ushering the one who spoke forward. She rubbed her arms lightly. 

“But we wanted to hear about the more..rated parts?” The girls giggled lightly at the expression on your face, leaning forward on their hands.

You let out a small laugh, sipping your coffee lightly. “Well, alright. If that’s what you all want~”

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“You know, this cream was already so delicious.” Yunho bared the weight of his body over your upper half, three fingers still covered. “I think it would go perfectly here.”

A gasp left your lips in an instant when the cold cream made contact with your chest, watching with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as he smeared it all across your boobs, making sure to put an extra whip on your nipples.

Once he was finished, he took a slight step back to admire his work, the camera motions he made drawing giggles out of you.

“Who’s birthday is it— yours or mine?” You jokingly questioned, a hum leaving your lips from the trail of kisses he made up your navel to right below boobs. He gazed up at you with a mix of tender and lustful eyes, a lazy smile on his face as he pulled you down closer to the edge of the counter sharply by your legs. 

“Yours.” He breathed over your lips. “And hopefully one you’ll never forget.”

He tapped your lips open with two fingers, smiling when they fell open for him. He scooped up another bit of icing onto his fingers and slid the digits into your welcoming mouth. You couldn’t resist the desire to bait him more, making a show out of curling your tongue around him whilst holding his gaze until they were fully wiped clean. 

“Keep going, just like that.” It wasn’t a command, but it felt like it to your ears, stirring something that you didn’t quite understand, but your eyes fell closed, chasing that feeling as his fingers mapped out the inside of your mouth.

He took his time shallowly pushing his fingers to the back of your throat, a noise close to a growl leaving his lips, finally coming down towards the dessert he prepared for himself. 

He was in no rush and neither were you.

Following the trail he left behind, Yunho’s tongue danced in circles around your right breast almost methodically, recalling in his mind the particular spots that sent sparked sensations down your body. 

“M-Mm!”

There it is. You imagined he was probably saying to himself, in a cat that caught the canary sort of way, but you didn’t bother to scold him or say anything for that matter— especially when his tongue ran over your nipple and his lips closed around it.

Your body was no longer under your control.

Your moans came out muffled and hot, between sliding your tongue in the gap of his fingers, curling your fingers tightly around his wrist. As if by its own command, your back arched off of the tile, allowing room for him to smoothly slide his hand underneath you, open mouth flicking his tongue around the enlarged bud. 

“So sweet.” His hot breath ghosted on your nipple, pressing a tender kiss to it and moving over to his next target, finally freeing his fingers from your mouth only to bring them to tweak the nipple he wasn’t currently tonguing. 

Everything felt so deliciously warm and sweet, sweat beginning to glisten on the surface of your skin against the morning light. Your fingers curled into Yunho’s locks, guiding his head even closer than it already was. Even though he was already giving you some of your favorite things, doing everything right, desperateness ate at you for more. 

If the throbbing between your legs was any indication, the two of you soon became very privy of the level of want you had risen to. 

Without being asked or motioned to, Yunho drew his attention and tongue further down your body, every graze of his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept his eyes locked on yours, stopping right above the area that was already dripping for him. 

“I wonder,” he started, lightly massaging your plush thighs in his hands, “which part of you will taste the sweetest.” Everything within you screamed out not to beg as he kissed your mound, moving your legs comfortably onto his shoulders. His darkened eyes moved lower to your sweetness in front of him, taking his time to pull your lips apart with a low groan in the back of his throat. 

“Mm, maybe it’s here.” He pondered, delving into your cunt with eagerness and hunger. Your body went almost completely slack, a varied range of throaty moans and whimpers leaving your mouth, mixing with damn near pornographic sounds of him lapping and slurping up everything that had already dribbled out of you. 

He ravaged you like he hadn’t eaten for months. 

The way his tongue mapped out every inch of your pussy had your head practically spinning, back arching off of the counter when he flicked his tongue slowly, yet purposefully against your clit. Closing his lips around the sensitive bud, he kept his eyes trained on you, curling his tongue up sharply offbeat. 

If he kept going like this, you might fall apart too quickly. 

But right as you felt yourself crack, he just as quickly slowed his motions to a complete stop. He could feel your eyes on him in disbelief, though he didn’t pay you any mind with a hidden smirk, licking your soaked lips and planting a small kiss.

“W..why did you-Ah!”

Your orientation flipped from the ceiling to your kitchen counter, barely able to recover the sudden change before your body was maneuvered again, hips lifted upward onto your knees with a larger hand pressing your lower back down. 

He had never manhandled you like this before, merely tossing and moving you as much as he pleased. And it stunned you into damn near complete silence.

What has gotten into him?

But the words didn’t leave your mouth. He might stop then and all of this would end so quickly when it was beginning to get..interesting.

Heat crept into your bones thinking about how you must look right now, even more so from the hum of approval that came from behind you.

“Now, let’s see.”

His hot breath ghosted over the back of your thigh, taking in the sweet scent of lotion blended with the aroma of the leftover remnants of the icing on your chest. He lets out a breathy chuckle at the sight of your thighs trembling, pressing heated kisses up your inner thigh, missing your pussy completely, and dragging his tongue over your perineum. He focused a bit of attention to this area in particular, pressing kisses and gentle licks to them. 

You jolt at the sensation, nearly shying away if his grip on you hadn’t been as strong. 

“Y..Yunho-” 

“I think it’s here.” He pants lightly, unable to see the way that your eyes nearly bulged, feeling his breath suddenly over your asshole, reflexively grabbing the edges of the counter that you could almost barely reach. 

In any other situation, he would probably be too shy to attempt this sort of thing, let alone as for it. He looked to the side to see you staring back at him, eyes blacked out and nearly gone, cheeks flushed with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. 

“Can I?” He asked in a near quiet voice, kissing the left cleft of your ass. You adjusted yourself on the counter, taking some of the pressure off of your knees and pressing your cheek against the cold tile. 

With trembling excitement, you nod your head, letting out a breathy, “Yes.”

Yunho ran his hands over the globes of your ass, massaging them between his fingers while taking an experimental lick over your asshole. 

The feeling of his tongue felt foreign to you, but not uncomfortable, instead causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. Your eyebrow twitched as he licked over the area again, slowing it down for you to feel every ounce of his wet muscle and spit dribbling down. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Y-Yes, p-please more..” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, feeling your face burn at the bluntness. Though Yunho didn’t seem to mind at all, instead smiling against your skin, reaffirming his hold on you. 

Every thought in your mind completely melted away at this point, except for the ways that Yunho maneuvered his tongue around your hole, flicking his tongue over the area as he held one cheek spread, allowing all of the drool in his mouth to drip down your cunt and make a mess all over the counter. 

“A-Ah! God, Yunho please!” Your eyes rolled back closed, abruptly reaching your hand back to grip his head, knuckles flexing against the counter to keep yourself from slumping at the intrusion of two slick fingers into a dripping cunt and Yunho’s tongue entering you. 

He barely took any time to let you recover from the feeling, pumping his fingers steadily in and out of you in a fever, chasing the rush that was running through him to bring you closer to euphoria. The tightness in his bottoms almost brought him to move his hand away from her to satisfy himself, but he fought against it. 

It’s her birthday, it’s her birthday, echoed into his mind, releasing a guttural groan from his parted lips, harmonizing with your cries of desperation. You grit your teeth, pushing yourself back against his fingers, sweat dripping down your chin as your muscles flex and clench. 

“FUCK!” Your voice cracked out, pushing back faster against his fingers until your whole body shook, leaning upward onto your hands until only broken shutters could leave your throat, feeling your juices dribble down Yunho’s fingers as he slowed them down. 

“You okay?” He breathed out, leaning over your now slumped body against the counter, kissing your shoulder. You barely registered his words with your heart pounding into your ears, turning your head to accept kisses from him, gentle hands rubbing your tense hips. 

When the two of you became breathless, you pulled back with his bottom lip slightly between your teeth. Without a word shared between the two of you yet, you push your hips back against him, watching his head bow for a moment.

“Did you really think we were done? It’s my birthday. We’re not finished yet.” 

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“And then what happened next?”

“Yeah, what happened?!” 

You brought your coffee cup up to your lips, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

“You’ll have to wait until next time to hear it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @atiny-piratequeen @little-lazuli @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks @jacksons-goddess-gaia @catnipacid

[jackhkeynes]

ne minemini "eeny meeny miney moe"

ne minemini /ne miˌne.miˈni/ [ˌne.mɪˌne.mɪˈni]

(law) the presumption of innocence, the legal principle that an accused party is innocent until they are found guilty;

benefit of the doubt, an appeal to this principle in more general settings;

eeny meeny miney moe, an (essentially) meaningless phrase at the beginning of any of various children's rhymes which involve pointing at people or things in turn with the goal of picking one

Etymology: fourteenth century in legal Latin as nē minēminī "do not threaten, do not accuse", from the prohibitive particle nē and the second-person plural subjunctive of deponent verb minor "I threaten, accuse". Its original denotation was closer to a admonition against obtaining confessions by duress or threats, only attaining its modern meaning in the seventeenth century. Shortly thereafter the phrase appears in nursery rhymes, presumably more for phonetic reasons than any semantic connection. Nonetheless, some have dubiously linked these rhymes to the act of picking a scapegoat for a crime.

Nos orruð stou le fornir con ne minemini. /nɔz ɔˈrɪθ stu le fɔrˈnɪr kɔn ne miˌne.miˈni/ [nɔz ʊˈʀɪh stu le fʊːˈnɪː kɔn ˌne.mɪˌne.mɪˈni] 1p seem must 3s.acc furnish-inf with pres.of.inn She seems worth the benefit of the doubt.

[chevelleneech]

About Chanlix accounts on Twitter locking their doors because of ship wars… deep sigh.

Do I support all the things they’ve said? No. Do I read the fics they were talking about the last couple of days? No, but boy oh boy was their point ever proven about Hyunlixers harassing people who don’t like their ship. Because all that person said was they don’t like the ship, and Hlxrs sure enough went and hounded their account for something to cause a stir.

You guys have got to let people ship whatever they want, and allow them space to discuss things they don’t. It’s social media, not an enclosed room with a singular mic stand on a stage. That person didn’t even tag Hyunlix.

Lastly, and this is an incredibly touchy topic, there is something to be said about how often Stays will call Felix and Chan an inc*stuous ship, yet get mad at people who then go read inc*st Chanlix. I don’t read it and don’t understand why people like it, but Chan and Felix are NOT related and never have been, so it does not make sense for such a large portion of this fandom to accuse Chanlixers as being inc*st shippers based solely on them both being from Australia and calling each other brothers, yet also turn around and say people who read/write fics under that umbrella are in the wrong.

Do I think people should be writing that? No, again, I do not understand the appeal, but Stays created this beast. Multiple shippers of various pairings within Stay have called Chanlix inc*st, I’ve seen it first hand over the years, and say they don’t understand why anyone would ship them because they’re basically brothers. Yet… when said falsehood become common within their fics, those same people who said they were “basically real brothers” are now disgusted.

And Make no mistake, I am not defending inc*st shipping. I’m simply saying, non-Chanlix shippers laid this trap, but now want to send hate parties after people for taking it in stride. Y’all should have never compared Chan and Felix to inc*st in the first fucking place, because it’s just as weird and gross as shipping inc*st. Especially because we have heard FROM CHAN’S OWN MOUTH that he finds Felix pretty, feels like his soulmate, and all these other things.

Their antis and otherwise non-shippers have spent years discrediting the things Chan and Felix have said about each other, the looks they’ve given one another, and the things other members have implied about them. No one is saying you have to ship them either, but you can’t spend years calling them an inc*stous ship, then turn around and be mad that some people embraced the bullshit.

They are not related and this should have never become an issue.

That said, the person who suggested a 6-year-old inc*st fic needs to be banned from social media and probably investigated. That is unacceptable and goes beyond “kink” or whatever. Gunning for the person who said, “No thank you,” however, is ridiculous. Them not liking Hyunlix does not give y’all the right to spread the idea they are a p*dophile, just because they didn’t say “No” in a way you deem fully appropriate.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Stay is one of the wildest fandoms I’ve ever been in. Creating a problem just to get mad at people for sidestepping said problem, is insane. You can’t claim a ship between two people who are not related is gross and inc*stous, then attack people for shipping them in that way, while also getting mad because someone said they don’t ship the pair you prefer, without even insulting your preferred ship.

Y’all proved them right completely, but because the topic is inc*st and most people do in fact agree it’s a weird thing to enjoy, no one is going to look at the root of the issue. Which is Chanlix antis and non-shippers started all of this by calling Chan and Felix an inc*stous ship, just because y’all preferred a different pairing and wanted a reason to deter people from shipping them.

[valend]

ok who tops Venizelos or Konstantinos i

Ntinos is the power bottom, he generates all the power (paradosh aporrhtwn diplwmatikwn eggrafwn stous germanous)

[ordinaryschmuck]

Also, Twisted Tales "What Ifs"? Can get weird too. Sometimes stou have normal ones like "What if Abu didn't snatch the lamp from Jafar?" Or "What if Ursula won?" And then you get "What if Shang died in the mountain battle and Mulan had to go to the Underworld to bring him back to life" or "What If Belle's mom was the Enchantres and there was a big conspiracy surrounding the oppression of magical beings" or "What if Zeus was a dick and Megara had to become a goddess just to date Hercules."

In fairness, that last one sounds like a total Zeus thing to do in regards to Greek myth.

[habibisagi]

ISAGI YOIVHI I LOVE YOUUUU I LVOE YOU SOMKUCH ISAGI YOICHI YOU ARE EVEHRBTIBT TO ME IM SO CRAZY AND AUTISTIC ABOUT YOU UOTUE MY NUMBER ONE FOREVER ALWAYS UNTIL THE END OF TIME I LOV STOU SO BAD YOURE SOOOOOO 😭😭😭🙏🙏💗💕💕💕 ISAGIIIIIII YOICHIII INLVOE YOU ISGAI YOICHI YOURE MY HONEYBUNCH SUGAR PLUM SWEETIE PIE 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[portokali]

nika do u have any vintage Greek songs u would recommend 🎤

hii mari!!! 🧡 what a lovely question yesss I do have them!

I have a Spotify playlist of old Greek songs!! it's mostly rebetiko and laiko but not exclusively ☺️ it's here 🧿📿

here r some other vintage bangers:

GRRRRRAHHHH this one is one of my fav love songs ever... it's a farewell between two lovers kinda like boots of spanish leather! the band is contemporary but the song isn't!! this version is gorgeous tho 🥰

been obsessed with this lately!! it's a love song about a love long gone.. "we would stroll, you would laugh for me, how much did you love me!" 🥺🥺 reminds me of she used to love me a lot - johnny cash.mp3

also last but by no means least... Arleta... my favorite.... allegedly lesbian icon according to my friend's @mothvhs grandma and gorgeous voice ❤️‍🔥 these 2 songs are deep in the trenches of yearning but she has more upbeat stuff too suchas to navagio!!!

greeksties feel free to add your favs!

[theklaapologist]

perimenw ton antra mou (tis kollhtes mou) na gurisei apo ton polemo (na steiloun oti eftasan stous proorismous tous)

[deerabigailhobbs]

Ok hear me out:

Adamgail siblings x inbred by Ethel Cain. Thoughts?

Oh, how I love analysing song lyrics :D

So I had listened to Inbred before this ask, and I'd actually say it's one of my favourite Ethel Cain songs, but I had sorta taken it at face value. "Oh, this is a song about an inc*stous relationship between siblings" and honestly, that's not something I'm comfortable talking about, especially with characters I see a lot of myself in. But after looking the song up online, seeing others interpretations and analysing the song myself, I think I've found an angle I'm comfortable enough discussing.

So, let me reiterate, because I think it's important. This song analysis is not about that kind of brother-sister relationship. I do not fuck with that type of shit. This is merely my interpretation of the song through the lense of the characters. Any references to love here, while dark and twisted, is strictly platonic.

Anyway, apparently in an interview, Hayden (the person behind Ethel Cain, for those unfamiliar) said that- quoting a Reddit comment here- "when she's using the word inbred, she's reffering to generational trauma. Trauma being inbred throughout the family." And I'd never seen this take before! Really opened my eyes and made me listen to the song in a completely different light.

The song is about a younger sister being dependant on her older brother. He's the only one she can fully trust. The father isn't mentioned in the song, but the mother is said to be "comatosed." I won't go through every single line of the song, but I'll do my best for parts I think are relevant to their characters. :]

Longgggg intro out of the way, now time to break down these lyrics.

"Watching him through holes in his door"

Now, I said that the father isn't explicitly mentioned on the track, but I do think this could be applied to Garrett Jacobs. Here, Abigail is watching him butcher the girls, perhaps he wants Abigail to retain some innocence, to him she's still his little girl. So he takes the victim(s) at night to his Cabin and carves them up. But Abigail is there, witnessing it all. Sort of a punishment she inflicts upon herself. She led the girls to their deaths, now she much watch the aftermath.

"Sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm"

The "him" now is referring to Adam. She's always by his side, so close that she could be "sucking on his leg" like some sort of leech, tight and unable to let go. He's the rock in her life. The only person she can feel safe around. There's also her "staying warm" and I like to think it of her as staying alive. The girls she sacrifices are simply one layer of protection, her brother being another. Perhaps she thought (especially in her younger years) that if anything were to go bad, if her father finally pointed the blade her way, Adam would come and save her. Keep her blood from spilling out and going cold.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the cops

Scumbag fuck, but I swear that he's not"

Due to their father's attention being solely on Abigail, their mother's presence all but absent, Adam would resort to other methods of getting it. That being: lashing out. Getting in trouble with the police, with school, with his parents, because even when they yell and hit him (more specifically his father), they're acknowledging his existence.

I think Abigail wouldn't understand at first. Just see her brother as a troublemaker. But as the years go by, all she sees is a boy in desperate need of love. And she can try her best, to give him that, to be there for him, but a sister's love cannot replace a parent's.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else

So you should watch yourself"

Pretty self explanatory. Adam may be a nuisance to almost everyone in his life, but he has a tremendous amount of love for his little sister. Although she can't replace a parent's loving touch, he still appreciates her for the love she can provide.

And to Abigail, Adam is like her knight in shining armour. He's there to protect her. If she were ever in immediate danger, she's sure he would be there for her, ready to defend. However, I can see her believing this less and less as she grew up, knowing her brother is just as helpless as she is.

"Mama's comatose, she can't leave the bed"

Their mother isn't literally comatosed, but with how absent she is in their lives, it's like she is. A person, alive, but not fully there. Unaware of what the rest of the family knows. (PSA: I do think Louise was actually a wonderful mother in canon, this is merely for the analysis)

"Something smells rotten and it's starting to spread"

A literal approach to this would be the smell of blood and decay from the victims. Another, the spread of crazy. Like Abigail said, "can you catch crazy?" Will her and Adam turn out like their father? Is it already spreading to them? Like a parasite, slowly infecting and taking over their bodies, until one day all they can see is their father staring back at them in the mirror.

"I'm bad, he's worse, we're already dead

We're already dead"

Abigail is bad for luring the girls to her father. "He's worse" isn't Abigail's thoughts on Adam, if anything she'd think he's better than her in a lot of ways, but what others (their town, peers etc) perceive him as. Abigail is the sweet, quiet girl who is "close" to her father. Meanwhile, Adam is a troublemaker who's the black sheep of the family. Due to the other themes of the song, I can see them living in a very religious area that isn't tolerable of what they consider "abnormal." So their hatred of Adam could also be due to other things, such as homophobia or transphobia (as I know trans Adam is a popular headcanon).

"You can't win em all

Who knows how much longer

I'll lay on the floor

Touch me till I vomit"

I interpret this as Abigail finally meeting her father's blade, bleeding out on the kitchen floor. And all she wants is for Adam to be by her side. To hold her until she vomits up all her blood, slowly dying on the cold tiles.

"I'm not scared of God

I'm scared he was gone all along"

Another self explanatory lyric. Abigail's life has been nothing but misery, and she starts to question the validity of God herself. Or maybe wonders if he turns a blind eye to her pain and suffering.

"Who will take the fall

Who of us is stronger

You'll just want it more

If you could, you'd have fought it

But you know you're not

From the start, they knew you were wrong"

This part stumped for a bit (and still does, I'll be honest) but I thinkkkk I've got something. Who will be more like their father? Who will follow in his footsteps? Going back to what Hayden said about generational trauma, which of them has an inbred desire to kill? Who has bloodlust flowing through their veins? Both? And of so, who's strong enough to fight it off?

I think if we're going off of the lyrics, it's Adam. I mentioned this in a previous ask, but the thought of Abigail escaping her dad, going to her brother, only to find out he's helping murderers really sticks with me. He took the fall. He tried to escape, to fight off murder, and came right back to it. And now he knows he can't fight it. That he's just like their father, handy with a knife. Knowledgeable in opening people up and seeing their organs on display. The people back at home were right, he's wrong. He's worse.

Skipping the second verse because it already goes over some of what I've discussed and well... That part, but I do want to discuss one lyric.

"If he wakes up, he'll show you what I'm talking about."

I have an image in my head of Abigail, the events of Hannibal playing out after her father cut her throat, and all she can think about is her brother. He'll see her on the news, he'll be here any moment now. To protect, like he had in the past. Unbeknownst to her, Adam is currently rotting away in some bathroom, his skeleton finally starting to show underneath decaying skin.

[sudag-o]

como foi a aula de gore?

KABEI DE SAIR seginte axei mto NORMIE (as pessoas) eu queria que fosse o proprio server do king e os pia nem sabe se vai ter coragem de pega no morto e a fesora me dando disforia pq so tem mulier na sala affeeee. Todo mumdo contou historias de vida e eu Ah eu stou aki pq amo gore

Tirando o fato qe ODEIO PESSOAS eu estava totalmente focado heh eu ja sabia uma parte da materia B) ai ela deu la um exemplo muinto daora de morte de intoxicacao alimentar do cara que comeu salsixa azul foi bem engrasado interessante tbem descobri q a frase de ver o morto chorar eh gente PREGUISOSA q NN SABE FEXA UM MORTO eu jamais dxarei um morto chorar.. =) wowwowowowowowowoo

[dwsevash]

De ksero pws na milisw dixws diakritika, mesa stous kanones pnigomai kai stin hremia pethainw. Apegnwsmena prospathw na vrw shmadia trikymias kai katalhgw monos h tembelhs h nwthros h mesa sth mizeria tou ti na kanw. Pnigomai mesa ston idio mou pnigmo kai niwthw nwthros. Meres me nohma gemato pou se sfiggei kai alles pou akomh kati se sfiggei alla oxi to idio. Pairnw kai egw o,ti efodia mporw na exw kai prospathw na th vgalw. Eilikrina aplws thn paleuw mexri na erthei to neo. Synexeia perimenw to neo, aisthanomai patimenos otan menw sto idio, ektos ki an vrw to neo pou perimena. Ola phgazoun apo thn monaksia. Mazi me allous o kosmos ginetai kainourgios. Arkei na tous thes.