#that’s what i’m thinking abour

[amethystsoda]

Season 17 gave us the white version of Emelia’s dress, so I had to do a wefie with Clement 👀💜

[toldentops]

the things that drives me up the wall about tswift and that new album is that it’s just so nothingburger. It’s so boring. there’s nothing “messy and horny” about it. I’m not saying everyone’s music tastes have to be fun and interesting or whatever but I just think it’s so aggressively mediocre. I took a listen just to see what the buzz was about and the songs are all so indistinct and washed out feeling. I’m reading the lyrics and can’t fathom any of them sounding good when sung. There’s the whole discussion about how “art doesn’t have to be good, you can make art that’s a bit shit sometimes” but it’ not gonna apply here when you have critics describing it as “rap-like conversational verses”. What! It’s trying to be poetry in song and the poetry isn’t even good. It’s so unserious. You can’t expect me to believe there’s genuineness in there. Call me a snob or whatever but at least there’s songs out there with shitty lyrics that are unabashedly fun about it.

[pointzerothrees]

i don’t belong here anymore but the only things ive thought abt in days are percy jackson and saltburn so i need to be on this app to investigate

[thegreatestheaver]

uhghghfh I need to cut off someone in my life so bad but I just don’t know how to do it

[rowarn]

I’m so happy i found your blog ;___; your soft simon/konig are literally a breath of fresh air like the other anon said😍💕 you write them so well and so tender and caring, they’re literally dream men tbh😮‍💨💕 what are yiur thoughts on how they’d be w a reader whose inexperienced?? both when it comes to intimacy and love in general (im thinking of a feral and skittish cat 🐈‍⬛ who mistrusts every approach and touch and backs away 😭) i always read abiut these men when they’re w a reader who is very sure of her self/sexuality and confidently engages w them (and don’t get me wrong i love reading it regardless!) but what abour when reader has no clue how to act/what to do and is kinda ashamed about it bc she doesn’t want to let her partner down bc she still possesses the v card🥴

(im totally not projecting 😭🙊 btw it’s totally fine if you don’t want to answer this!! wouldn’t want to overwhelm or cross any limits!)

HI MY LOVE IM GLAD UR ENJOYING MY STUFF!!!

hmmm i think both simon and könig wouldn't actually rlly say anything about sex unless you brought it up.

simons very perceptive, he can tell that you're a little shy and skittish about anything too intimate so he keeps his touches pg and simply follows your lead. he lets you guide the pace and he won't bring up getting his dick wet unless you do first.

if he catches on that you may actually want to properly discuss it (even if u don't flat out say it, again he can tell if somethings on your mind <3) then he'll be SO patient and soft with you as he listens. if you're embarrassed or scared, he'll do his best to reassure you that he's not some bumbling idiot who doesn't know how to make it feel good. and he's also not the type to really care about the idea of virginity. doesn't matter to him; he'll guide you and teach you everything snd he'll be so careful and sweet with you, you don't need to worry. he's not great with words but he does his best to get his thoughts across to put you at ease!!

könig wont bring it up bc he's kind of nervous. his thoughts sort of race when he doesn't get a black and white answer so when he notices you're a little skittish about him touching you, he goes thru 400 different reasons why and doesn't want to ask and scare u off by thinking he's some sex obsessed maniac (he's a pro at catastrophizing!!!)

will not ever bring it up avtually, you definitely will have to sit him down and spell out your thoughts to him. he'll noticeable relax in relief when he realizes you're not scared of him you're just....embarrassed?

unlike simon, he is pretty good with words. he blunt and gets straight to the point. he'll tell you that he's...big....everywhere and that he knows how to prep you so it won't hurt and that he would be SO careful if u felt like you were ready. he also assures you that it's nothing to be embarrassed about. contrary to simon, he does understand that some people view their virginity as something special and that if u want he can make it a rlly romantic evening for u!! it's up to u!!! just tell him what u want and he will follow your lead without a single thought <3

overall, simon isn't rlly the type to just jump into bed unless he gets the idea that you CLEARLY want to have sex with him. he's had his fair share of bedmates and he will definitely be able to pick up on any flirting. if he thinks you might not want to have sex, he wont say anything. he's a grown man who doesn't need to get his dick wet (: he's got his hand (yum) <3

and könig is.....könig. he's just happy to be here <3

I HOPE I ANSWERED UR QUESTIONS!!!!!

[bisexual-lemon1]

I wanna talk about the main four mechanisms albums, and the ways in which they tackle tragedy. This shouldn’t be too long, and I’m kinda new to writing essays like this, but it seemed like fun.

Firstly OUATIS, I could go on and on abour OUATIS, like how the tragedy of OUATIS is baked into the genre. from the get go it’s about war and trauma and fascism, all things that while not exclusively, lend themselves to death and murder. You can listen to the first half of OUATIS and realize “oh shit, everyone involved is gonna die” by genre and the thematics of it alone.

Because that’s what war does

That’s what war is

For UDAD it’s a little more esoteric, and I probably have the least to say about it cuz it’s not my least Favoirte, not bad, just my least favorite. I think the best way to describe it is the line from twisted threads “how can you expect to escape if you were caught in a web before you began.” It’s made clear from the base set up that the olympians control everything, and as much as a heroic victory and triumph would be nice, some things just truly are too big to fail. Though arguably, amongst all the albums it has the best ending, the Olympians may not be brought down(in the album), the city might not be saved

But Ulysses gets to die, truly die and rest.

Something billions, perhaps trillions had stolen from them.

HNOC is definitely one of my favorites on this, being such a distinct and fun story and narrative. The tragedy is of the people themselves, and in a way I think it makes it the “most tragedy” out of the four, all of its preventable, yet entirely understandable. Hell, “just this once there could be a happy ending” is literally a line in it. Mordred’s actions are deplorable and violent and ruin everything but they’re understandable. He lost everything, why should the world live? It’s a dip into true nihilism and whag could lead someone to feel that way. Sometimes worlds are saved, and sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes worlds are killed, sometimes they simply grow old, but sometimes they kill themselves. And I think what makes it the most special compared to the other three is when it becomes doomed. OUATIS is about a bloody war, UDAD they were born into a web, TBI yhe conflict itself was resolved 80 years before the modern day the story is told through. But HNOC wasnt doomed from the start, the station wasn’t guaranteed to die, the Saxons weren’t guaranteed to be slaughtered. Yet nonetheless they were.

And finally TBI, now it’s what rly got my brain going on all of this, because I had the question “where does the tragedy become inevitable?” And frankly, there’s a lot of answers. TBI is doomed because the nuclear chaos was on its way before lyfrassir was even before. Because Odin wouldn’t stop no matter what. Because even if they hadn’t of messed with kyvasir there would have been dozens of other bifrost trains. But more than ALL OF THAT I think that the tragedy is inevitable because, as the album says. “A day, a week, a thousand years, means naught to what the train draws near.” It doesn’t matter, even if Loki’s missile had killed Odin and stopped the bifrost, someone else would have come along. Even the victory we got in the album itself, it wasn’t a victory, it was merely a prolonging, inevitable death was merely stalled, that’s the closest thing anyone could ever get to victory against the roiling nuclear chaos.

[sweetismyaddiction]

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Paring: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Visiting his mother that likes you dearly, to Spencer’s happiness, taking care of each other makes butterflies go all over the place. Asking for advice for friends. (They live in the same building, in the same corridor, just in front of one another… which helps the friendship but couldn't stop Dr. Reid from falling in love)

Word account: 1905

Warnings: Fluff, friends to lovers, anxiety, possessiveness?, pain, menstruation, innocent kisses?, talks abour orgasm...

A/N: English is not my first language. Reblog, like and comment. I am accepting suggestions for next parts. Please be nice. The Gif is not mine. Credits to the oner 

Chapter 3: Narcotics, care and family

Spencer's Point of View

She figured out my narcotic problem.

She didn’t ask a single thing, she respected and is supportive. I love how she takes care of me. I remember when she put the pisces together, I was in pain and was so rude to her, I wonder if someday I will deserve her.

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I was having a bad day, a bad week, and treated my friend in a way she didn’t deserved.

“I am sorry, I am really sorry”

She kept looking at me, in her door. I felt gray again, I felt worse than I was feeling.

“You never told me your name.”

“What?” Confusion was spread across my face.

“You never told me your name Sugarpout. We talk for months, but we have never said our names, we bonded, became friends and never had asked for names.”

She was right, now that she said it… I think about her constantly, I know so many things about her as she knows about me, and we never asked, it never even crossed my mind, it was so easy to be around her, I craved the company so much that I never remembered this little detail, such an important detail.

“My name is Spencer, Reid. Spencer Reid. What is your name?”

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In this instant I had major head and back pain, thanks to the last unsub. At least we got him.

“Hey Sugarpout, I did a lot of research, and you basically can't take any painkillers meds. But luck you, I have a few tricks, and I’m gonna take care of you.”

Say the girl owner of my soul, invading my home, isn't she satisfied with invading my dreams and thoughts?

“Would you prefer to lay on the couch or in your bed?”

“Couch” I will have so many problems controlling my imagination and body responses if we get to my bedroom now.

“Leave your head like… this”

She adjusts me, and starts rubbing my forehead with some oil. I love her touch. I closed my eyes, starting to relax and feel better with the delicate massage she was giving, so caring, so… everytime was harder not loving her the way I do love. The selfish way I love. Wanting her all for myself.

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Y/N’s Point of View

“May I open a little of your shirt?”

He silently agrees, my hands slowly travel off his forehead, the sides of his face, his neck… starting to open a few buttons so I can reach and massage his shoulders more properly. My fingers do their magic putting pressure on his skin, feeling the tension slipping away second by second, every time my skin runs his skink, more comfortable is set between us.

“Feeling better?”

“You always make me feel better.”

“You should rest a little, I can keep you company if you want.”

“I would love you staying here with me.”

And so I did, I stayed for the whole day. Light music, reading, healthy snacks and lots of water, just enjoying our time together.

“I am going to see my mom this weekend.” He pauses, pressing his lips in a flat line raising his eyebrows a little looking at me as if considering his idea. “I… you know… my mom… would you… do you want to… go with me?”

“To see your mom?”

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to. I know she… well…” He laughs without humor. “It wouldn't be your first time seeing her, but I know…”

“Sugarpout, I would love to go with you, I want to go. I like your mother.”

He relaxes, and looks at me, in a way I don’t know how to describe, I just know that it makes me feel good, better, makes my skin light up and the butterflies alive in my whole body.

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Spencer’s Point of View

Adoration, love… There are not enough words to describe my feelings for her, for Y/n, my Sugar, as I am her Sugarpout.

She made a few things to eat, and she called the doctor in the clinic to know if it was ok and what she could or couldn't make. So now we have a lot of cookies, cupcakes, cakes and brownies. She made sure to have enough for everyone in the clinic, and a side a special treat to my mom, in a special box.

“Hey mom”

“Ah, Spencer”

“Hi Mistress Reid. It's good to see you again, we bring a little something for you.”

“A present?”

“Yes, a special present for you Mistress Reid”

My mother's face lights up a little when opening the box. That is my Sugar, always bringing light to every place she goes… Maybe someday she will be truly mine.

“Oh, dear, you didn't have to…”

“It was a pleasure, as you can see, I put phrases from a few of your favorite books, so you can read and devour the words.”

“That is very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

They got to talk, a lot of talking, my mother even showed my baby pictures, to my embarrassment. But I couldn't feel that bad when they smiled so happily, the womens of my life.

“You are a very wise women”

Sugar compliments my mother, she is always so gentle and true. She is called by one of the doctors and excuses herself.

“I see the way you look at her. She is a good girl.”

“She is.”

“You should put a ring on her, a rare creature like her… is meant to be taken care of, I can see she cares about you.”

“We are friends, mom.”

“A mother knows Spencer. A mother always knows”

“Hey Sugarpout, sorry about that, the doctor just wanted to be sure about the ingredients. We don't want anyone having allergic reactions. Care to keep teaching me Mistress Reid?”

“I would love.”

“Once a professor always a professor.”

She pays attention to everything we say, to the whole conversation, until it is time for us to go.

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Y/N’s Point of View

Cramps.

The every month torture that people blessed with uterus go trough.

I don’t have the will to move, everything hurts, I am tired all the time and soon there will come the blood. I am thinking about calling in sick, or just losing the day… but I do need the money. Oh God, why wasn't I born a billionaire?

A knock at my door and a voice take me out of my sad thoughts.

“Sugar? Are you okay? Haven't heard of you yet today, I am starting to get worried”

“No, nothing is ok” I make a crying voice, to add more drama.

“May I come in?”

“Yes, use your key, I don't want to move”

Spencer cautiously entered my place, looking around, the view was terrible. I am swollen, feeling tired, dark circles under my eyes, some pimples… and even worse, I am in pain.

“What is wrong Sugar?”

“I am awful and everything hurts.”

Spencer comes closer and hugs me, the warmth of his hand is in the exact place, making the terrible pain more supportable.

“Oh, don't you dare move your hand. It is the perfect spot.”

“As my Sugar wish. Now. Can you tell why everything hurts? What is the problem?”

“The problem is that seems like the Devil is using needle high heels, knife needle high heels, made a fireplace and is dancing around my uterus.”

“So… cramps?”

“You say it like that because you ain't the one feeling it.”

“Oh, no Sugar. I am sure this is really horrible.”

He places his warm lips on my forehead in a tender kiss.

“There is anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just keep your hands in place. It is good.”

“Orgasm. It can help with the pain. When you orgasm, your body releases chemicals like oxytocin and dopamine that act as painkillers.”

“Are you saying that next time you are in pain I should give you an orgasm?”

“What?”

I laugh a little about his comment, poor Doctor Reid, someday I may kill him out of embarrassment.

“It is ok Sugarpout. I am just not in the mood for any sex activity. I am swollen and ugly.:

“You are as beautiful as ever. You are always beautiful”

“Thank you Sugarpout, you are always so gentle.”

We stay a moment in silence, just in each other's arms, but he has to break this moment even if neither of us want to. 

“Are we not going to work today?”

“We are going to work today.”

“Good, cause I kinda just passed by to see how you were doing. I got to go to the office. But, if you want, I can call back and see if I can take the day off…”

“No, no Spencer, you should go to work.”

“I really don't mind staying if you want me too.”

“I will be fine. Go make the others life more sweet Sugarpout”

I feel him relaxing against me, and stopping holding me really slowly.

“Do not worry, you are going to have a lot of time to take care of me. It can last fifteen days, ten days, a week… my cramps ain't regular. In the end it will be all fine.”

“Hope you get better as soon as possible.”

“Good work Sugarpout”

And then, he really has to go.

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Spencer’s Point of View

I am trying to concentrate on the job, but my mind always comes back to my Sugar, I know she said it will be fine, and she can be a little dramatic sometimes, but it does not change my concern.

“Ahn… hey Emily, what do you usually do to alleviate your period cramps?”

I did a lot of research about the subject, everything I could find, but with experience I learned that just reading isn't enough and every human experiences stuff in different ways.

“What? Where did it come from?”

“What am I losing?”

Emily is uncertain about answering Morgan, why he always shows… well he did grow up with sisters.

“I was asking Emily, how could someone alleviate period cramps.”

“Is this about the door girl?”

“What girl?”

“Sweet girl, that lives right across Pretty Boy and has his keys.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“Ask him.”

“Well, Spencer?”

“Yes, she is my neighbor, she is a really nice girl, and she has an extra key to my apartment.”

“If she is just a neighbor, why the cramps questions?”

“She is also a friend.”

“A very dear friend.”

“You should invite her to go out with us. I will love to know the girl occupying the Doctor Reid thoughts”

“Are you going to answer my question or just amuse yourselves with the new information?”

“Ok, I may have a few tips, but you will need to see what works for her, it isn't always the same.”

“And I can give you a few tips on how to survive this period, cause women can be savage, and I ain't talking savage in a nice way.”

Prentiss reprimanded Derek with a look and a little hit in his head.

I paid very close attention to what they had to say, so I was more prepared when I came back home, and being able to take care of Sugar, my Sugar. Doing my best to make her the more comfortable as possible, and the smile bright in her face was the best part of my whole day.

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[gladiatorcunt]

cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT

thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc you’re on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but there’s just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. he’s not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.

“c’mon, mama, let me in.” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.

on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, he’d love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but it’s 7 am on a monday morning and he couldn’t wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.

you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesn’t seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesn’t feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you don’t love that this is hurting you.

“shh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?” he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.

“this’ll help with the cramps, i’m doin’ my little slut a favor, honey.”

he’s not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.

he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing ‘FUCK!’ into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrother’s huge cock inside you. this wasn’t how you imagined fucking him again, though you’re ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, he’s at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.

he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. just be a good girl, your big brother’s already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.” he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he can’t exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. “just me and not that limp dick boy that’s been following you around.”

after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course you’re so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.

“aw, look sweetie,” he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. “it’s your favorite color!”

you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafe’s got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and he’s probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in ward’s cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.

rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.

“hmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but this’ll be enough for now, right?”

you don’t care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that he’s almost sad that it wasn’t on camera.

the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.

[sikkdog]

I decided that i should start reading paragon and i’m only on chapter 10 and i absolutely hate it. It’s possible i’m just overly picky with my fanfic but i honestly think it’s just genuinely bad. I bet(and hope) i don’t have the full story with how will got in prison in the beginning but having hannibal meet formally after will is accused does not feel natural at all. The pacing is something that makes me incredibly mad. On the first fucking chapter i felt like we just went through a season long arc. Hannibal should not be so blatantly in love with will in the beginning, and neither should will. Both of them should take a significant amount of time to accept these feelings in the first place. Will isn’t the only one to struggle with accepting himself. You know how jarring it must be for the goddamn chesapeake to form an attachment to a person he’s playing little mind games with and trying to frame. I also don’t believe hannibal would’ve gained that severe of an attachment if he didn’t manipulate will. Hannibal and will cannot exist without resistance. Will falling in love with hannibal is parallel to him discovering his unconscious. Wills tendencies towards violence are primal and so is his relationship with hannibal. For hannibal it is significantly easier to accept his attraction to him. The main issue with him is his tendencies and wills resistance to them. They both must resist eachother to be together. On the other hand they could just keep resisting eachother and trying to kill eachother and i would be much happier than whatever paragon has going on. Paragon pretty much takes away what makes hannigram so enticing and replaces it with smut.

This is definitely going to be a longer post because i have a lot of criticisms just for those 10 chapters. Pretty much every interaction feels out of character. The hannibal depicted in paragon is solely centered around his relationship with will. Though i don’t usually have an issue with portraying hannibal as obsessive i don’t think that really scrapes the surface of my issue here. Hannibal is a character who’s ego is constantly battling his id. In paragon he is not battling anything it’s like the solely will part of his id was only highlighted and it doesn’t feel as personal as it would if it didn’t completely ignore how he’s a killer. That is also something that pissed me off. We all know who we are talking about when we mention hannibal lecter. Therefore i think that making his killings a little secret that is only gone over in subtext is pointless. Hannibal is only a shell of himself when you completely separate him from violence. One can separate the monster from the man but not without either part being unaffected by the other.

With wills characterization is a whole other thing. Wills character makes me genuinely so frustrated because it is just straight up not will graham. That is not the traumatized man being pushed to the edge by the fbi(and also had encephalitis but it hasn’t been explain how it would affect him on the levels it did in the show.) Will had just spent so much time in prison(still don’t know why) for crimes he did not commit and this time having no one to blame and no evidence to back it up. If anything he should’ve stayed non verbal much much longer. It make’s absolutely zero sense for him to have a few angsty monologues about his experiences in prison and that be it.

Another thing abour will is that he does not act like will in the first place. He is strangely much more casual and talks in ways i can’t picture coming out of wills mouth. He also acts so much younger. It’s not just that, he is portrayed as much younger. He is written as a lot younger and innocent and sometimes it is difficult for me to picture the real will graham whilst reading. I saw something about will being 29 during paragon. First off, ew please stop aging him down to make him more innocent it’s fucking weird. Also it’s just not possible. There is no way a 29 year old was in wills line of work unless he was young sheldon or someone. Seeing will aged down or infantilized always makes me feel really icky and that is exactly how paragon made me feel.

Will and hannibal are nothing like their actual characters and all of their interactions feel so awkward. Honestly every characters interactions feel unnatural and weird in this fic. This is mostly just me criticizing the quality of paragon but in my opinion it’s not good quality at all. The pacing makes absolutely no sense. This causes the characters to have no build up whatsoever and the only meaningful moments they have are just venting about shit. A lot of the times it doesn’t even make sense for them to be explaining how they feel because it’s either way too soon or completely out of the blue. It feels as if the story is attempting to have content but is failing. It is just poorly done form with out of place content and it’s pretty disappointing.

I knew when i picked up this fic i wasn’t going to get something life changing but more of a haha hannibal sex kinky sex hannigram sex yaoi smut sex haha. I honestly think it would be much more enjoyable for me if it was. I know that a lot of people really enjoy this fic and i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I see the appeal as a “Oh this doesn’t have to be good it’s just for the silly.” Unfortunately it got on my nerves far too much to be that. One thing i have to say is why is this the bible. Can we pick a new bible like one thats actually good, just saying.

All i want to do with this post is share a perspective i don’t see very often when regarding paragon. I mostly see jokes and praise but i wanted to give some criticism. I don’t mean to do any harm with my opinions, I am simply just stating my truth.

[brucewaynehater101]

adding to my last ask, the rest of the album is so similar to the Batfam

Loves like Ghosts - Batcat or BruTalia

Until the Night Turns - Dick (the vibes esp)

Dead Man’s Hand - Jason

-> pretty obvious why 💀. I see it as Jason talking abt his old self with the “tired of a life that never felt like his” line

Hurricane (Johnnie’s theme) - Dick, Jason, and Steph(Cass)

-> I mostly saw it as Stephcass but there were definitely lyrics that applied to Dick (thrill) and Jason (dying lol)

La Bella Fleur Sauvage - DickBabs

The World Ender - Steph (with the romantic lines being shaded between Cass and Gotham) or Jason (with the romantic lines being completely abour Gotham)

-> I feel like it fits Jason better bc it’s literlaky abour being back from the grave but alas

Meet Me in the Woods - Tim(Bern)

The Yawning Grave - ALFRED AND BRUCE ALFRESH AND BRUCE. This is so important to me omg

Cursed - where “she” is Gotham and the speaker is any of the Batfam (sans Cass I think)

Way out There - Damian (“I’m just wearing old bones from those who came first”) (“you” being Dick) or StephCass from Cass’s pov

The Night We Met - the BatSiblings (sans Duke bc he wasn’t adopted yet) during Bruce’s death

There weren’t any I could connect to Duke specifically but yeah 😞

Loves Like Ghost definitely gives of Talia to Bruce vibes. The lyrics of "what ain't living can never really die. You don't want me baby please don't lie. Oh but if you're leaving, I gotta know why." "And if I can't have you then no one ever will." "Baby in my eyes you do no wrong. I don't feel it till it hurts sometimes. So go on baby hurt me tonight."

Until the Night Turns is a cool song. Perhaps you would elaborate more on why you think it fits Dick? The vibes are pretty on, but jot too sure about the lyrics.

Dead Man's Hand does fit Jason. "Sure as hell he was dead as they come and he was already starting to smell. Just a kid with his hair slicked back and a knife tucked into his belt. Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?" "I know I'm dead but I don't wanna lie in a grave out here where the coyote's cry. I stared right into the endless void and I ain't going back if I got any choice. I know how to live, I don't know how to die and there ain't no thrills in the afterlife."

Hurricane. I do think that all of the batkids are adrenaline junkies but I do see how the lyrics fit those ones especially.

La Bella Fleur Savage - Google says Fleur means both flower and resilience. I can see how that fits Babs and how the song resembles her love with Dick.

The World Ender - I love this song for Steph. She deserves to get her revenge. She did kind of die with Black Mask, but she didn't really do a revenge thing like Jason. On the other hand she "won't ever feel the embrace of the grave" because she revived before being buried.

Meet Me in the Woods - I see how this is TimBern especially because Bernard isn't in the vigilante business (so he won't really understand what Tim's been through).

The Yawning Grave - Alfred warning Bruce not to become Batman, of its dangers, of the likelihood of him dying, fits so well. He told him when he was a kid, but Bruce still went down with this path

Cursed - I agree that Cass isn't tied to Gotham like the others. If "she" was Gotham, that does fit the others. I raise you, though. What if "she" was their mission or vigilantism? That then fits all of them.

Way out There - Oof. That definitely fits Damian and I love that analysis of him.

The Night We Met - I agree, however, there's a tik tok that has an animation of this song. It absolutely kills my soul every time I see it. It has Bruce singing this about Jason: "I had all," Jason as Robin, "and then most of you," Jason dying, "some and," Jason's grave, "now none of you," Jason as Red Hood. "Take me back to the night we met." The tire jacking night.

We definitely need some Duke songs out there. If anyone has any songs that fit Duke, feel free to comment or reblog with them!!!!

[oh-allie]

Hi pooks I would absolutely love a fanfic with a trans male reader x Hikaru (ouran highschool host club) where Hikaru and the reader r already dating and the reader has a nightmare due to childhood trauma (maybe getting yelled at by their stepdad? And the thing the reader is being yelled at is kinda dumb (ie. Messing around with the TV remote, spilling tea on accident) but still super duper scary) and Hikaru comforts the reader with gentle cuddling and soft, comforting words 🙏��� (I know this is sorta a lot so take all the time you need pooks 🫶)

its quiet here

hitachiin hikaru x male reader

asshole stepdad yelling, comfort, does this count as a blurb idk

a/n: HI POOKIE !!!!! sorry if its not up to par 😣😣 i didn't know how to incorporate the readers trans identity into the story since i write in the second person so im really sorry abour that ☹️💔 I HOPE YOU DTILL LIKE IT !!!! (ignore how long it took to write i had ummm aummm uemmm EXAMS thats a good excuse)

it's a quiet night, the air outside is misty and the faint light coming from hikaru’s bathroom is the only thing illuminating the bedroom you're sharing.

its loud. its really loud. your head is spinning and the air is caught in your lungs, you can’t think, everything is just too loud. what did you even do? why does this always happen to you?

but its quiet here. the only noises are the stirring of the bedsheets and hikaru's quiet breaths.

“you always find a way to ruin things, don’t you?” his voice is laced with venom, and its all too familiar. “you can't even handle a cup of tea.”

he storms off, not far enough that you can't hear him complain about you.

"our son is a fucking wreck! god, it's like he can't do anything."

you have so many things you want to say, but you don’t want to say anything. you could scream and cry and shout, but the only noises you make are the ragged sobs that spill out as you try to maintain your breathing.

and then you’re awake. and you’re back in his peaceful room, you’re back with him. your face is tear stained and slightly sticky and your breath is shallow.

breathe in for 4 seconds

hold for 7

exhale for 8

breathe in for 4

hold for 7

out for…

you’re interrupted by your boyfriend's careful movements.

“are you alright…?” he says hesitantly. is he scared to startle you or does he think youre annoying, are you annoying? does he hate you? oh no, what if he just wants to sleep, and you're interrupting-

your thoughts are cut short when he wraps his arms around you. he’s warm and soft and you can tell he's sleepy.

and he just holds you. just like you needed. you’re safe and loved and you're okay here. you're okay with him. you knew your boyfriend wasn't the best with words, but he was always enough. you lean into his hold a little more.

“i’m sorry.” you breathe out, “for waking you up n’ stuff.” you're overflowing, you’d rather die than have him asleep right now but how his head is leaning in the crook of your neck and his arms are loosely wrapped around your waist shows you how tired he is and god does it make you feel guilty.

“shut up. i love you.” and his hold around you gets a little tighter.

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and Portraits - THE FUTURE

thank u @jadeissues for requesting this love u so much everyone this was all jade’s idea

ARTIST!WILBUR LOML

CUTIE PIES

PROPOSAL EXCEPT UR BOTH IDIOTS

abour 760 words not very long but still very cute

part three of the actual series is coming soon i jusy had to do jade’s request obviously ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It had been about four years since you met Wilbur. Three years since you’d moved in together, and one year since the jokes about marriage had started from your family. Neither of you had any intention of rushing this relationship, you’d get married when you were ready. You both knew you were ready. Wilbur had forgotten to buy the ring a few months ago, it was a whole thing. Now he was ready.

You were sat on the very same stool he had painted you on when you went on your second date, only this time in your shared house. You were sat, leant forward with your head in your hands. He’d carefully positioned you, handling you like porcelain as always. Never once had he grown bored of painting you, and never once had his muse failed to inspire him. You were endlessly spectacular to him.

When he realised he wanted to propose, he had gone on a rant to Lovejoy and Shelby. He never shut up about how perfect you were, but this time it was different. He was panicked. You had always made him nervous, always, but he adored you too much for any of this to go wrong. He managed to devise a plan, with the help of his friends.

The plan left you, sat here being painted. Something you’d grown fond of but, never used to. “Almost done, dove.” he said, looking over at you. That pet name had never disappeared, and you never wanted it to. You were both so infatuated with each other, it was sickeningly sweet. “How you feeling?” he asked, noticing the tired look on your face.

“Bit tired, but I’m fine. Can’t wait to see it.” you replied, gifting him a soft sappy smile.

“You’re doing great, love. Thanks for doing this.”

“Anytime, you always say it like it’s me doing all the hard work. You’re the one with all the talent.”

“You sit for hours and just let me paint you, it’s a joint effort. Okay, I’m done. Close your eyes. It’s a surprise.” he said, getting ready to turn the easel to show you. You screwed your eyes shut, yawning lightly.

He smiled, spinning round the easel and checking his pockets. He hid the small box behind the canvas, his hand tightly around it. He was sweating. He felt physically sick with nerves, what if you said no? You’d never turned him down before, it was well overdue. He had to ask. He needed to. He pushed his fear aside, and swallowed before he spoke “Open.”.

You opened your eyes immediately, pupils dilating at the sight of the portrait. Pure adoration. Love, even. “Oh, Wil. It’s, oh my god. I think this is your best.” you complimented, he smiled.

“I think so too.” he replied, the smile not faulting. He was still so incredibly nervous, but he knew you’d notice. “Oh? You added a ring? Where’s that come from..?” you added, tilting your head to look up at him. He laughed lightly, you looked in such detail at his paintings it was adorable.

“Y/n, dove.” he began, moving his hand from behind the canvas. Opening the ring box, you couldn’t quite see it yet.

“Wil?” you prompted, standing up to look at him. You didn’t really understand what was happening, confusion evident on your face.

“Y/n. I’ve never met someone like you before. I love you. I adore you. You’re my everything, my inspiration. My muse. You’re so enchanting. I know, that you’re far too good for me. But, here we are. So, dove, my love, will you marry me? I don’t want anybody, but you. You make everything so much better. You truly have ruined me, in the best way possible.” he said, holding out the ring. He didn’t go down on one knee, you both thought it was a little silly. But he did put you above him, with his words. He had made it clear that he was yours, forever.

You cried, you didn’t mean to. “Oh. Wilbur. Yes, of course I’ll marry you. You’re incredible.” you said, tears dribbling down your face. You sniffed and giggled as Wilbur put the ring on your finger. He smiled, kissing the tears from your cheeks. So delicate. So perfect. He’d never seen you look so pretty, he’d never been more happy. He was beaming down at you, you returned the smile.

“Are you alright?” Wil asked, holding your face in his hands. You went onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, using his shoulders as support.

“Perfect.”

“Hungry?”

“Always.”

“Chinese?”

“That seems fitting for a proposal.” you joked, looking down to admire the ring. He had perfect taste, and he’d painted it very accurately in the portrait. You did wonder how long he’d been planning this.

“I agree. I didn’t think you’d want a fancy dinner after being painted.”

“You’re right.”

“I know, love you dove.”

“Love you too, Wil.”

[kale-smoothies]

There is never too much yapping about Prison Scourge. This arc is literally his last appearance and there’s just so much to go off about. Especially thanks the arc being so open-ended (don’t count the super genesis wave it never happened he’s alive somewhere/coping). Where’s another Sonic that is dealing conditions similar to Scourge? Even Game Eggman treats his prisoners nicer than the Warden who’s supposedly has these good intentions in mind for Scourge.

(Shit if this was written post in the IDW era, you know damn well they would’ve had these experiences crawl around his head like a parasite.)

Also do you think another way Scourge was intentionally defined as the Anti-Sonic was by how he was breaking down and mistrusted his only support left at first or do you think Sonic himself if switched places would be worn down a similar way? Sonic is just usually portrayed as such a strong figure, I see him going with the flow of things, win some respect with the prisoners somehow, him getting super worried for his friends rather than himself if they busted him out. 

Sonic would’ve made some friends, trying to make the best of the situation and wouldn’t have broken down as easily as Scourge. I mean — Sonic Forces — he was perfectly fine after being trapped for 6 months. Scourge had that happen because he NEEDED to be broken down.

Everyone hated Scourge because he was probably so full of himself when he first came in, and the fact that King Maxx was incharge? Yikes,

Sonic, if placed in the same position, probably wouldn’t have the exact same treatment as Scourge. One, the guards wouldn’t mistreat him as much, and I don’t think he’d be beat around as much as Scourge

Scourge PROBABLY would’ve made his own gang if King Maxx was not also in the same prison as him. Maxx was the reason why Scourge was a prison bitch. He said that if Scourge didn’t make his own gang, he wouldn’t order him to be torn from limb to limb.

i think the reason Maxx does this was because of both Anti-Jules and Scourge. He hates them both, Anti-Jules was probably the reason why Maxx was imprisoned anyway. He was the FORMER king of Moebuis, and we know Anti-Jules had been king since Scourge was.. around 3? Or 6? If you account the fact that Scourge killed his dad at either 13 or 16. I can talk essays about Anti-Jules and Maxx ALONE but this is abour Scourge.

I think what most people tend to overlook is the fact that Scourge IS STILL A SONIC. “He’s the anti version though!” In PERSPECTIVE! As in he’s a villain instead of a Hero, Sonic’s worst qualities enhanced in a character. He had a gang, friends even, the suppression squad. Like I said in a previous post, I think Scourge found comfort in them.

The reason why he lashes out in issue 161-162 (around there) is because he was in a bad mental state, he killed his father, there isnt that much stability in there.

I don’t think Scourge really trusts anyone. While Sonic grew around supportive friends and family. Scourge grew up alone, neglected, and bitter. He never mentions his mother, or his variant of uncle chuck, and we know about his father. He never had family to lean on.

Also, let’s not forget that everyone in Moebius is the worst. The whole thing is based around Anarchy and Chaos, no one would be trustworthy. Yet, the little prince found his friends in the streets whilst trying to defy his father’s rule

The fact that they doublecrossed him drove the nail home (or however the saying goes)

(I feel like I’m not making sense - am I making sense?)

Y’know while reading the prison arc. I was always pissed over the fact that Scourge never tried to befriend Al & Cal, especially when he took off their collars DESPITE their protests and left them to fend for themselves. Sonic would’ve, but Scourge isn’t sonic.

But, it makes sense. He had conquered his world, and almost Sonic’s. Then he was stripped of his powers, status, everything. He sees Al & Cal and hates then because, that’s who he was. He was them, figuratively. They had powers, all mighty gods, now stripped to nothing, just like him. He doesn’t WANT to be around them, a constant reminder of his biggest failure.

[twopoppies]

“Remember that time I was ambiguously gay on our interview. Yeah that was super weird.”

Wait, what? Like I know what interview anon is referencing, I read it like 3 years ago and need to say I don’t remember much from it except they were talking about who they would take to abandoned island and they agreed they won’t tell the name (I’m quite sure H was thinking abour Louis because who other he would love to spend rest of his life on an abandoned island). So I don’t know who was ambiguously gay?

I’m assuming anon meant Harry, and assuming they thought his comment was ambiguous because most people outside of fandom who would be reading that article wouldn’t know about Larry/Louis. But maybe also because they talked about views on masculinity and being comfortable with your own femininity etc. And he said his favor song was Madam George, which is a relatively obscure Van Morrison song about a drag queen.

It’s actually super interesting to go back and read the article because it was done before Fine Line was released (and obviously before DWD and My Policeman, and his comments about his sexuality in BH&G…)

It’s worth a re-read

[soup-scope]

i’m gonna grab blake with my teeth and shake

SPOILERS

ok but sunshine is like ‘you’re in a good mood🤨🤨”

and he’s like “i had a good night 😁😁”

bro got laid and all his problems are solved

nah but i fr think the sovereigns are purposefully making besties death unavoidable so that they can use him to free themselves. to make him desperate

and also 1000% i think bestie KNOWS how blake is. they grew up together so there’s no way they don’t know what kind of person he is 😭😭

ALSO I KNEW HE DIDNT CARE ABOUR CLOSEKNIT they’re just a means to an end 👁️👁️

[bizlybebo]

the beer by kimya dawson could be ghostkicks. throws up. okay.

hey. hey does anyone think about the recurring bit throughout a lot of pd but especially in s1 about how dakota would literally eat anything nasty because he was so unfazed by gross stuff. does anyone think abour where he grew up .what he had to tolerate when he was just a little kid im gonna vomit

something something miss g tattoos something something idolizing heroes and dreaming of becoming one….maybe even using the idea as a sort of escapism during the worst time in his life…..

SOMETHING SOMETHING WILLIAM PROBABLY BEING STUCK ST THE SAME PHYSICAL AGE WHEN HE WAS DEADDDD.OUGHHH

i’m deactivating.IM DEACTIVSTINGGGG