#the fact that most of these were actually texts

[rafesangelita]

♡ bsf!rafe reads something he wasn’t supposed to..

warnings: use of the name ‘daddy’ (kinda a lot, so if you don’t like this nickname, don’t read pls), male masturbation, handjob (but not really??), suggestive ending

ding—!

rafe’s ears perked up at the sound of your phone going off, a series of notifications ringing out as you sat in front of your vanity. applying the lipgloss rafe loved so much, you eyed his reflection in the mirror as he laid sprawled out on your bed, patiently waiting for you to be done with your makeup so you two could go out for dinner. “can you check my phone, please ray? it’s probably one of my girlfriends.” he grabbed the device from where it sat on your nightstand, your playlist playing softly in the background as he unlocked your phone, opening your recent text threads.

scanning down the list, his eyes zeroed in on the name ‘josh ♡’, his jaw clenching as he clicked on the contact. you were too busy singing along to your favorite song and spritzing your face with setting spray to notice rafe scrolling through your private messages with another guy, his eyes scanning down the flirtatious advances and even a few selfies here and there. you looked amazing in them, of course, and he couldn’t stand that you had granted another person to see you looking that good. scrolling down to the most recent messages, he read the texts you two exchanged just last night.

[8:21 PM] josh ♡ : why won’t you just call me daddy? like how do you expect this to go any further if you don’t call me what i want you to?

[8:27 PM] do you hear yourself? if me not calling you daddy is what’s going to be a factor in us not speaking to each other anymore, then that’s perfectly fine. you aren’t even ‘daddy’ material.. my best friend has more grit than you do.

“what was it?” your voice made rafe jump, his eyes widening slightly as he shook his head, trying his best not to show that you had completely flipped his world upside down with a single name. “oh, just some text alerts from sephora.” he cleared his throat awkwardly before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. once he was away from you, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his mind racing at what exactly you were insinuating in your text. he didn’t know what to think. were you alluding to the fact that he was indeed ‘daddy material’ or were you just trying to piss off that loser?

putting his own kinks aside, rafe cursed under his breath as he imagined you referring to him as that god forsaken word, the dirty thoughts in his head only being fueled by him not even having to ask you to call him something as depraved as daddy. he envisioned you so many times crying out for him, his fantasy of fucking his best friend haunting him every single night. groaning at the reminder that you were basically forbidden fruit, rafe sighed out in frustration when his jeans suddenly felt two sizes too tight. “rafe, i’m ready!” you sung out, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the hallway.

rafe panicked, shouting out a “o-okay, i’ll be right out!” as you snapped pictures of yourself for your instagram story. while you were scrolling aimlessly on your phone to pass time, rafe was splashing cold water on himself in a poor attempt to get his cock to stop straining against his pants, a groan leaving his lips as he palmed himself through the denim material. you froze when you heard the sound, your eyes lifting up from your phone as you fixated your gaze on the door knob. “rafe? are you okay?” as soon as he heard your voice, he shut the water off to the sink. “fuck— yes! yes, i’m fine!”

you continued waiting, now sitting at the top of the stairs while rafe struggled to tug one out. “come on, what the fuck?!” he whispered to himself, his cock aching mean and rock hard in his fist. “i’m starving!” you whined, resting your forehead against the staircase. “okay, that’s just unfair. i waited nearly two hours for you to get ready and now you can’t wait for me when i have an actual problem going on?!” rafe grumbled, his jaw ticking as he only made himself feel more embarrassed than he already was. problem? you turned around, walking over to the door.

you could hear him breathing heavy, a slick sound making your eyebrows knit in confusion. biting your cheek, you whispered a ‘fuck it..’ before opening the door, your jaw dropping to the floor at the sight. “oh, shit—!” rafe cupped himself, hiding everything from your view as you stood there dumbfounded. “why would you come in here?!” he shouted, your eyes raking down his form until they settled on his hands. “that’s why you’re taking so long? because you’re too busy jerking off?” rafe watched as you stepped closer, his eyes screwing shut as you leaned against the counter.

“i’ve been trying to make it go away,” he shifted uncomfortably, “it’s not like i can control this.” you were standing just a few feet away from the very thing that’s made you lose sleep just thinking about. you two had it so bad for each other and neither of you had a single clue about it. rafe stared at you as you blinked up at him, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. “sooo.. what happened?” he shook his head, feeling slightly guilty that you caught him doing this in your bathroom. “look, we don’t need to go over anything—”

“you saw my texts with that guy, didn’t you?”

rafe swallowed thickly, a sigh leaving his lips before he nodded. “how did you know?” rafe asked, embarrassed. “i looked at my phone when you ran off over here and saw that the messages had been opened.” he narrowed his gaze at you, a shock of realization hitting him. “you knew i was going to see them. that’s why you asked me to check who was texting you.” rafe watched as your lips curved into a smile, his eyes turning dark as you put your hand over his. “i would’ve called you daddy a long time ago if it meant finding you like this.” you pulled his hand away so he wasn’t concealing himself from your view anymore, his jaw clenching as you took him in your palm.

he felt hot and heavy as you stroked him, his forehead falling against your shoulder. “oh, fuck,” he moaned, pulling you closer to him so that you could feel his bulge poking your tummy, “say it again.” rafe lifted his head, both of you sharing a knowing look before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. he immediately tasted the sweet vanilla of your lipgloss, both of you pausing to take in the fact that you were actually kissing each other after all this time of just being friends. bringing your mouth close to his ear, you pecked the sensitive spot on his neck before whispering.

“daddy, will you please take me back to my room?”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[0viraptoraskblog]

Fox Info Dump 🎥

An archive of canon Fox information from Gato’s old blogs!

Check my page for other characters! Screenshots under the cut:

There is some text between the screenshots this time!

And here’s some Ren info that still applies to Fox:

Fox, although having much more confidence now, does have some internal conflict when it comes to keeping you. In a lesser-known moment in TPOF, he was about to stop you from gutting yourself before backpedaling, but it’s clear he regrets it.

(I mention this more in detail with my personal headcanons in this post, if anyone’s interested).

The Announcer does have an appearance in Til Death Do Us Part (one of Electricpuke’s games), when Aria sells us to him to re-sell to a buyer.

This short cameo is definitely him, however he has human ears— which makes me wonder if the announcer was always meant to be Ren? I have a feeling before the Fox DLC was made, he was just meant to be a random guy.

Sorry for the horrendous quality on that text T-T

Here’s some concept art for Fox’s DLC to finish things up:

Other facts:

Ren had been streaming for many years by the events of TPOF. He started when he was still fairly young (no confirmed age, but my guess is late 20’s) because he realized Strade’s money was running out, and he needed a way to make income. And he’d seen many streams firsthand, so he knew exactly how they worked.. With some of Strade’s old audience and some newcomers, he gained popularity fast and found a sense of satisfaction working on camera.

Woundfucker (Derek’s father) was a fan of Strade’s show, and now is a fan of Fox’s. He likely remembers young Ren appearing in the older ones. Fox refers to him as his most loyal customer, and the two have been partners in ‘buisness’ for many years. (Woundfucker was actually the one who referred Derek to the auction).

Judging by Kangaroo and Rhino (Fox’s personal guards), he has all of his employees use animal code names much like his own. This is likely for security/secrecy reasons. The less MC knows, the better.

Fox is still very much into baths and luxury shampoos or similar products. He definitely pampers himself in that regard.

So there’s Fox.. I don’t want this post to seem anticlimactic since so many of you wanted it, but that’s really all there is :( Gato’s blogs were inactive around the time his DLC was released, so there’s very little info. I hope you like it though, I did my best with what I had.

[pollkien]

CURUFIN PROPAGANDA:

Sideeyeing the grass toucher

Called Orodreth stupid behind his back in the Lay of Leithian

#1 Eöl hater of all time

#1 Beren hater of all time also

Daddy’s most specialest boy. So special that both of his names are about his dad. This slut has absolutely no identity outside of his father and I think this is extremely appealing to some

“he alone showed in some degree the same temper and talents. He also resembled Fëanor very much in face.” I mean if you resemble the hottest elf ever you must also be hot.

Absolute cunt. Just a huge asshole. I love that for him

Actually in a draft, Fëanor called on Curufin and a few other of his most trusted servants to burn the ships at night <3

His only redeeming quality is when he told Eöl off that one time

Says the funniest line in all of Silm. “By the laws of the Eldar I may not slay you at this time” is incredible. He invented “Had It Not Been For the Laws of This Land”

Can usurp your heart ;)

Married! Canonically fucked! Unlike most other people here

This also means Curufin is a dilf.

Set evil in Celegorm’s heart <3

If his dad was so so hot Curufin must also be very hot

NOT racist! He was friends with Telchar and wrote much about the Dwarves and Khuzdul. #DiversityWin

Curufin the Crafty more like Curufin the Cunty

He schemes so hard. Do you like scheming boys? He is THE scheming boy for you.

Has a named weapon!

“Eöl, however, Curufin loved not at all. Curufin was aware of Eöl's resentment towards the Noldor, and that Eöl was using his friendship with the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, which Curufin was jealous of, to stir up unfriendliness against them. Regardless, Eöl was still allowed to cross through East Beleriand, though a constant watch was placed on Nan Elmoth as they mistrusted his doings and goings.” No fucking way DUDE YOU ARE ALSO FRIENDS WITH THE DWARVES OF THE BLUE MOUNTAINS

“In The Earliest Annals of Valinor, the translation of Curufin's name in to Old English is given as Cyrefinn Facensearo and defined as "[Curufin the Crafty, O.E. cyre 'choice', facen 'deceit, guile, wickedness' (a word of wholly bad meaning); searu 'skill, cunning' (also with bad meaning, 'plot, snare, treachery'); facensearu 'treachery'.]"” someone fuck this whore right now

Sorry i am now just reading his TG page “In relation to Celegorm, Christopher Tolkien notes that Curufin is "the more longheaded schemer, standing behind his brother and prompting him - it is clear ... that Celegorm has some authority — or is felt by Curufin to have some authority — that Curufin lacks"[23]:247 and that Curufin was "the wickeder (as he was certainly also the cleverer) of the brothers".” Oh my god.

He has quite the long TG page. Not propaganda just very surprising. Did you know his name shows up 30 times in the published Silm, 34 if you include the name index

Oh he is also divorced.

FINARFIN PROPAGANDA:

Certified grass toucher, as can be seen from the image

“He was of his mother’s kind in mind and body, having the golden hair of the Vanyar, their noble and gentle temper, and their love of the Valar. As well as he could he kept aloof from the strife of his brothers and their estrangement from the Valar, and he often sought peace among the Teleri, whose language he learned.” HE IS SO ADORABLE

Blonde!

Invented blonde Noldor probably

Likely divorced with Earwen. Come get your single dilfs

The fairest and wisest of heart 🥺🥺🥺

“But Finarfin spoke softly, as was his wont, and sought to calm the Noldor, persuading them to pause and ponder ere deeds were done that could not be undone” he just seems so cute

Turned back in the march like a good boy. King of Valinor. He deserves it

Led the Valinorean Noldor to war against Morgoth <3

Also his house is the fairest of the three houses. Fun fact. Wink judge

“In earlier texts Ingoldo was the mother-name of Fingolfin, whereas Finarfin's was Ingalaurë, given to him due his Vanyarin golden hair,[15] which was even more golden than the Vanyar” so so blond

[cultkinkcoven]

The song “like him” by tyler the creator really hits really fucking hard when your boyfriend and your God look the exact fucking same.

anyways last night I had a mental breakdown lol. just bawling my little baby eyes out. I really appreciate all the kind messages I’ve received from you all, I haven’t had the strength to reply to any of them yet. I fear that sometimes I make my life sound too theatrical. I present these experiences and memories like stories because that’s the easiest way to make sense of them. It’s hard to portray in text how real this is for me, if nothing else. I don’t really embellish much, I really try not to. It’s not a fantastical version of me at least, it’s a bitterly honest version of me, and that’s embarrassing. I started this page because it actually inspired me to write about it, and in the beginning I didn’t think anyone would even read it. I didn’t think anyone would notice. I like to laugh and joke about the absurdity but I’m laughing because if I don’t, I’ll cry. We talk a lot about the Luciferian path in terms of enlightenment and not trauma. and up until this point I suppose I didn’t feel traumatized, not by Lucifer at least.

But I do have a visceral reaction when I think about that whole ordeal, the court room, everything. And I was deeply affected by the moment afterwards. The most deeply traumatizing and painful part of that entire ordeal was the moment after the trial when all the Gods were clearing out. and I saw them all. And walked through them all terrified. and lost. Because they were all so foreign to me. And those arguments, “you have no fucking clue what you’re getting into kid”, haunted me then.

Aphrodite healed that with a word.

I still find it hard to believe that these things happen to me, please believe me when I say that at least. l I’ve tried very hard to come to peace with the fact that everything could be a fabrication. I analyze these experiences as if they are literally real, mystical. And then I analyze these experiences psychologically, as a form of dissociation, as a fractured identity perhaps. Neither form of analysis provides all the answers. So I try to take them together because that’s all I can do. I accept that I cannot know, and at the very least if any of it is real, my feelings and conclusions are. I’ve found peace in the concept that it is just as significant whether or not it is real. But then nights like last night happen and there’s a piece of my soul that both relishes and collapses, because it knows that this is realer than I can accept.

So I had a mental breakdown last night. And Lord Lucifer was with me, I could feel him holding me. And it’s always strange because it almost feels like I’m in a story book. It makes him feel very real, too real. Because then my bf comes in the room and I try to get myself together because I don’t want him to be worried about me, but Lucifer won’t let me. He forces me to be seen by him. I’ve been like this for days but i’ve been able to clean it up around him so far. I failed last night. and my boyfriend just scoops me up and holds me, exactly in the exact same way Lucifer does. And then he starts whispering to me direct quotes from Lucifer. It’s like he knows. But he doesn’t, that’s what makes it sting harder. and I’m crying and he doesn’t know why, and it’s not because anything is wrong. Everything is so incredibly right that it doesn’t even make sense. And I clung to him because it was all too real. Like he came down to me in the flesh because holding me in spirit wasn’t enough. and I can’t even understand how he, my boyfriend, is real. Physical with a beating heart. I’m too lucky.

idk

[southwestchili]

IM WITH THE B★ND

rockstar! toji x groupie! reader

genre: smut

! I recommend listening to Closer by Nine Inch Nails while u read!

Synopsis: You're a college student, and you and you're girlfriends are going out for a fun post-exam girls' night out. You and you're friends go to some shitty dive bar, and you expect an even shittier band playing. You could not have been more wrong.

Tags: AFAB reader, minors DNI, PnV sex, strangers to something else??, love at first sight, toji is lwk old, older n younger dynamics, toji answers the phone during sex, chocking, doogy style, toji r a little evil, reader is shy and awkward, college reader!, shoko, yuki and gojo mentioned, wrote this while fucked up if it sucks that's why

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Finals were stressful, everything is stressing you out. But on top of that the most stress inducing thing going on above all, is your shitty ex boyfriend being posted up with some new girl and he has the audacity to rub it in your face. You like to act like it doesn't bother you, but it does. Not the fact that you wish it was you or anything, but the fact that you've been so deprived of dick for the last 3 months. You cannot even put into words how feral you have been for the past 3 months. You were pulled out of your slump by your room mates urging you out of your slump. Shoko brought up going to a dive bar and Yuki agreed. You rolled your eyes at the thought of going to some grimy little bar, with greasy floors, weird lighting and creepy old dudes. You know you should get out of the dorm so you agree with a sigh. Your friends were excited at the face you agreed. Yuki had a dress you could borrow. it was black halter dress, and you picked out a pair of black kitten heels. You do some light makeup. this is the first time in the past 3 months you've actually felt pretty.

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The Uber arrives, and the three of you get in. Unfortunately, as soon as you guys get in your phone buzzes. You look at who it is, and your heart drops when you see a text from your ex. Satoru Gojo. Your eyes widen, and you show it to your friends. They tell you not to look at it, but your curiosity gets the best of you. You open it and read, "hey, how r u? its been a while?" You know he's only reaching out because the girl he's been messing with isn't responding. "Ugh. Why can't he let me have one simple night to myself?" you say, sighing. "Girl, just ignore him, maybe you'll see someone cute at the bar," Shoko says, rubbing your shoulder. Yuki nods in agreement. You agree and turn your phone off, and try to get it out of your mind. The Uber drops you off at the bar, and you guys walk inside. You hear a band doing a sound check, and you roll your eyes. You know there's gonna be a mediocre band playing shitty music. You guys make your way to the bar and take a seat. You order a dirty martini, Yuki gets herself a whiskey neat, and Shoko orders a gin and tonic. You guys begin to gossip about the usual topics. "Did you hear about Suguru? I heard he's becoming a total player," Yuki says, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh my god, I know! This one time, he asked Gojo for a threesome...I was so uncomfortable, you know I lowkey have a theory they want each other." You comment, and your friends giggle. "Girl, imagine how it was in high school! I've always thought that you're not alone, babe," Shoko says. Your conversation is cut short but the sound of a husky, low voice. You look back and see a tall, muscular, and downright sinfully handsome man. You couldn't even make out the words coming out of his mouth. The light hit his biceps just right, and that tight black wife-beater wasn’t doing a damn thing to hide what was underneath. It was so distracting that you could not even hide how hard you were saying until Yuki tapped you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your daze. "You good? You look like you're about to start drooling?" she teases. "Oh.. yeah, I'm good," you reply. You were a very bad liar. You were not good. You suddenly were very enthralled by the 'mediocre' band that was playing. The man who was talking seemed to be the lead guitarist, effortlessly strumming the strings with a smooth, almost seductive rhythm that had you hypnotized. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you gonna finish your drink?" Shoko said, shaking you, she had a smirk on her face. She knew exactly what you were thinking. You turned around and finished your drink, and went on to say the most downright perverted things about that man. You've never strung a filthier string of sentences together than you just did. "Oh, you're down BAD," Yuki says, giggling. "Let's play some pool, maybe that will take you out of your mood?" Shoko says, smirking, pointing to the pool tables that were conveniently placed by the stage. "Okay, you guys get set up there, I'll go grab us a round of beer," Yuki says.

You and Shoko go over to the pool table. The band finishes their first song, and they start the second. You swore you locked eyes with the guitarist, maybe the alcohol is beginning to take effect. You try to brush it off, you know you can't, but it's good to try! Shoko sets up the balls in the middle of the table, and Yuki comes back with the beer right on time. The band plays the intro to their song, and you instantly recognize the song. It's Closer by Nine Inch Nails. You can feel every strum of the bass in your soul, and you swear that the guitarist is staring into your soul. You and your friends start the game of pool. You go first, grabbing the cue stick and lining up for the break. You all take turns, laughing and having fun. The song ends just as you sink the 8-ball for the win. You watch as 8-ball goes into the pocket, and you jump in excitement. You smile at your friends, and they congratulate you. Shoko's eyes go to look behind you at something, you turn your head to follow her gaze, and you wish you didn't. You see the guitarist from earlier walking towards you. Your heart skips a beat, and you see him smirking at you. You watch as both of your friends walk away to leave you alone with him. He is finally face to face with you, and he says, "Hey, pretty lady, did you like the show?" Your mouth goes dry as you think of a response. "Uh- Uh-yeah! It was really good!" you managed to say. "You caught my eye with all y'er starin'," he says. Your cheeks flushed, and you looked to the side to avoid how piercing his gaze was. "Don't get shy now, doll, you weren't so shy starin' at me so shamelessly were you, huh?" he says, using his hand to guide your face so you're looking at him. "I-uh, I'm sorry," you managed to say, no man you had ever talked to made you feel anything close to this. "You're cute, y'know, when you were bent over that pool table, you gave me a good look at those panties of yours, right? I saw how aroused you were, doll," he says with a wink. "Oh! You did??" You're utterly embarrassed. "Mhm, red's a good color on you, babe." This guy is going to kill you. He is literally gonna give you a heart attack, as the interaction between you goes on, the more desperate you grow. "So, you wanna do something about it? I can help you out if you really want me to," he says, rubbing his thumb along your jaw. "I don't wanna leave my friends behind...and don't you have to go back with the band?" you ask, looking up at him. "don't worry about them, and your friends don't look like they would mind, they've been watching us and giggling, so cmon lemme help you out girlie," he says smirking. "Oh, I guess they have, huh?" You say, glancing over to them and smiling. They wave at you and give you a thumbs-up. The guitarist slides his arm around your lower back. "Names Toji, by the way," he says as he leads you out of the bar. You tell Toji your name, and he says something about it being fitting for you. Surprisingly, he lives nearby by so all you two had to do was walk to reach his apartment.

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You two reach his apartment door, and he unlocks the door. The door opens, and he leads you inside. You are starting to realize how insane the situation is. you just entered a strangers apartment to fuck. Your eyes widen at the thought, and you look at Toji, and he can read your expression. “You having second thoughts?” he teases, his voice low. “No… Toji, I want you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, hinting toward the bedroom. "Oh yeah? You needy little thing, you can't wait, can you?" he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Your eyes widen in shock at his strength, and you press your thighs together. Toji opens the door to his bedroom and throws you onto the bed. "Strip for me, pretty," he says with a low, demanding tone. You untie your dress slowly, and it falls off you. Then you unclasp your bra, you remove it, and set it on his nightstand. You look at him, but he still looks unsatisfied. Toji rolls his eyes and gets on the bed with you. he spreads your thighs apart and removes your panties and puts them in his bedside drawer. "Savin' them for later, hope you don't mind," he coos. You look up at him, you feel like prey beneath the hunter, you're frozen with anticipation. His eyes are locked onto yours, and he leans in to kiss you. You kiss back, he slides his tongue into your mouth, and you moan as he presses his knee between your thighs. His hand slides around your neck while the other starts groping and playing with your breast. Your senses are being taken over by pleasure. All you can smell is his cologne, it's a mixture of musk and tobacco. All you can feel is the pleasure he's giving you, and all you can hear is the raw desire between the two of you as you make out. Toji pulls away, and all that is left is the string of salvia showing the previous connection between the two of you. His hand is still gripping your throat, you can see his biceps flex, and the veins running along the sides of his arms.

You tug at his shirt to signal you want it off, and to your surprise, he obliges. Toji's eyes lock with yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as his fingers curl around the hem of his shirt. He pulls it up, inch by inch, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath. Each movement is smooth, teasing, as if he’s savoring the moment. The shirt comes off, and your gaze trails over his chest, toned and sculpted like it was made to be touched. He doesn’t rush, letting the tension build before he finally meets your eyes again, his expression just daring you to look away. You don't. You keep eye contact. You bite your bottom lip and bring your hand to touch his abs, but he smacks your hand away. "Not so fast, doll, look but don't touch, not until I say so," he says, smirking. You pout at him, and he has a cruel look in his eyes. "Look at how desperate you look, your pussy is begging to be touched by me, she's pretty ain't she baby?" He says as he starts to rub circles on your clit. He slowly inserts a finger, and then adds a second. He is pushing them in and out slowly, curling them, hitting that spot. "Fast, please, Toji.." you beg. "Aw look at you beggin'..you wanna cum around my fingers baby?" he says in a mocking tone. "Yes, please!" you gasp as he starts to go faster. You feel something inside that is coming close to snapping. But Toji pulls them out before you can cum. "You're so mean!" you say, your voice cracking. "Aww I know baby, but you want to come around my fingers or on my cock?" "I want your cock Toji.." You say. Toji flips you around and angles your hips up, and pushes your head into the mattress. "You gonna whine some more or you gonna be good f'me?" he says with a slight growl. "m'gonna be good f'you tojiiii" you cry out. You hear the unbuckling of the belt, and you feel his tip press against your opening. "You ready, doll?" Toji asks. "Yes, please, toji!" you moan. he slides inside of you and you cant belive the girth of his cock. You feel like it's splitting you in half. You hear Toji grunt behind you, and then you hear something similar to the opening of a marker cap. Confused, you turn your head to see Toji with a Sharpie, still drilling into you begin to write something on the lower part of your back. "Thought y'wanted an autograph, looks good on ya' doll." Toji smirks.. He violently thrusts into you, the overwhelming sounds of sex flood your hearing, and you drool at the feeling of toji stretching you out. "Toji, m'close.." you moan. "You take what I give you slut" toji barks, giving your ass a smack. Your ringer goes off, and Toji stops thrusting to look at it. "Satoru? Who's this doll?" you gasp. The phone stops ringing but then you hear Satoru's voice on the other end. And as soon as he answered, Toji started going again. "Toji!" you say, startled. You hear Satorus say your name. What really catches you off guard is when Toji starts to TALK to Satoru. "Who the fuck is this?" Satoru asks. "The guy who's fucking you bitch right now," Toji says, he then flips the camera to show how hard he's fucking you. Toji hangs up on Satoru, and then you feel his thrusts getting sloppier. "Fuck babe where do you want it?" Toji asks. "Inside, please!" you ask. You feel the knot in your stomach snap, and as soon as you come, so does he. He pulls out but pushes the cum back inside you. He lies beside you and tucks a lock of hair. "That was really good, Toji." You curl up beside him, and your eyes start feeling heavy. You ended up falling asleep beside each other.

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The ending is trash but its 2:00 and I refuse to think of something better. anywho I LOVE TOJIII.

[buddiesbuddiess]

(different anon here than the one talking about the hint thing)

but i think to me what aggrivates me about the whole “the show is written for the GA” thing is that plenty of people in the GA see it too- they’re just not vocal about it like the fans are… i genuinely feel like- aside from a few homophobes like w bi buck- the GA would go “oh cool they did it” and just keep watching, but because it’s a queer ship, the network has to act as though the GA have never seen a queer relationship on screen, and are now treating it like baby steps, having to hold the audience’s hand and spoonfeed them things that people who have been watching the show since day one (and even people who only recently watched the show for the first time) have already picked up on time and time again

like if this was a het ship, 1) they’d already be together, and 2) if they weren’t, the network wouldn’t be going “oh we just decided to lean into this, we have to act like the GA can’t pick up on these signs”

like my mom is barely GA, she’s seen maybe 10 episodes total, and even she (a mildly homophobic southern american woman) asked me “are they gonna be a couple?” after watching a scene from season three

i think the network severely underestimates the intelligence of the GA and their ability to pick up on things like fans do, because genuinely in ep 11 there were only a handful of people who were surprised by the notion of buddie as a couple- most GA reactions to it were the same as the fandoms being like “oh wow they actually brought it up”

i guess it’s just hollywood’s obsession with treating queerness like it’s some new age innovation that has never existed before despite the fact that we live in a world where shows like QaF in the early 2000s did more in terms of trusting in a high percentage of a non-queer general audience to keep up with things than a late-2010s-mid2020s procedural drama that has had queer characters since the pilot episode

I 100% agree with you and you are right that if it was a heterosexual ship the GA would have picked up on the romantic undertones seasons ago. Unfortunately it’s not, and the reality is that before this season a lot of the GA didn’t see the pairing as romantic. That doesn’t mean there aren’t GA members who do see it, but the writers are also going to HAVE to take into consideration that a portion of the general audience have never considered it.

If the writers intend on making buddie canon, the fact is that they have to do the work getting the general audience to the point that they do see the pairing as romantic.

What I do think is that, if they are intending on making buddie canon, this entire season has been doing exactly that work to get the general audience to that point. We have this season had Buck’s boyfriend break up with him because he was threatened by Buck and Eddie, and basically accusing Buck of being in love with him. On top of everything else this season that has further cemented Buck and Eddie being each other’s person. That’s why I think if we get an in-text realisation of feelings, a kiss or an almost kiss next episode, everything that’s led us to that point this season will be proved to have been intentional.

If that doesn’t happen, then we’ve either been thoroughly baited or they have for some reason changed their minds.

[victusinveritas]

Trump administration considering suspending habeas corpus

So that's...bad.

From Rebecca Solnit:

Just remember that lots of stuff they say they will do is stuff they don't have the legal authority to do. Here's a legal expert on that. Steve Vladeck writes:

I know there’s a lot going on, and that Miller says lots of incendiary (and blatantly false) stuff. But this strikes me as raising the temperature to a whole new level—and thus meriting a brief explanation of all of the ways in which this statement is both (1) wrong; and (2) profoundly dangerous. Specifically, it seems worth making five basic points:

First, the Suspension Clause of the Constitution, which is in Article I, Section 9, Clause 2 is meant to limit the circumstances in which habeas can be foreclosed (Article I, Section 9 includes limits on Congress’s powers)—thereby ensuring that judicial review of detentions are otherwise available. (Note that it’s in the original Constitution—adopted before even the Bill of Rights.) I spent a good chunk of the first half of my career writing about habeas and its history, but the short version is that the Founders were hell-bent on limiting, to the most egregious emergencies, the circumstances in which courts could be cut out of the loop. To casually suggest that habeas might be suspended because courts have ruled against the executive branch in a handful of immigration cases is to turn the Suspension Clause entirely on its head.

Second, Miller is being slippery about the actual text of the Constitution (notwithstanding his claim that it is “clear”). The Suspension Clause does not say habeas can be suspended during any invasion; it says “The Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.” This last part, with my emphasis, is not just window-dressing; again, the whole point is that the default is for judicial review except when there is a specific national security emergency in which judicial review could itself exacerbate the emergency. The emergency itself isn’t enough. Releasing someone like Rümeysa Öztürk from immigration detention poses no threat to public safety—all the more so when the release is predicated on a judicial determination that Ozturk … poses no threat to public safety.

Third, even if the textual triggers for suspending habeas corpus were satisfied, Miller also doesn’t deign to mention that the near-universal consensus is that only Congress can suspend habeas corpus—and that unilateral suspensions by the President are per se unconstitutional. I’ve written before about the Merryman case at the outset of the Civil War, which provides perhaps the strongest possible counterexample: that the President might be able to claim a unilateral suspension power if Congress is out of session (as it was from the outset of the Civil War in 1861 until July 4). Whatever the merits of that argument, it clearly has no applicability at this moment.

Fourth, Miller is wrong, as a matter of fact, about the relationship between Article III courts (our usual federal courts) and immigration cases. It’s true that the Immigration and Nationality Act (especially as amended in 1996 and 2005) includes a series of “jurisdiction-stripping” provisions. But most of those provisions simply channel judicial review in immigration cases into immigration courts (which are part of the executive branch) in the first instance, with appeals to Article III courts. And as the district courts (and Second Circuit) have explained in cases like Khalil and Öztürk, even those provisions don’t categorically preclude any review by Article III courts prior to those appeals.

Toward the end of the video, Miller tries to make a specific point about whether revocations of “TPS” (temporary protected status) are subject to judicial review. Here, he appears to be talking about a California district court ruling in the TPS Alliance case, in which the Trump administration is currently asking the Supreme Court for a stay of the district court’s injunction (the appropriate remedy in case the district court erred). And as the plaintiffs’ response brief in the Supreme Court explains in detail, the district court had very good reasons for holding that it had the power to hear their case.

I don’t mean to overstate things; some of the questions raised by the INA’s (notoriously unclear) jurisdiction-stripping provisions can get very messy. But there’s a big difference, in my view, between reasonable disagreements over the language of complex jurisdictional statutes and Miller’s insinuation that Congress has categorically precluded judicial review in these cases. It just hasn’t.

Fifth, and finally, Miller gives away the game when he says “a lot of it depends on whether the courts do the right thing or not.” It’s not just the mafia-esque threat implicit in this statement (“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse”); it’s that he’s telling on himself: He’s suggesting that the administration would (unlawfully) suspend habeas corpus if (but apparently only if) it disagrees with how courts rule in these cases. In other words, it’s not the judicial review itself that’s imperiling national security; it’s the possibility that the government might lose. That’s not, and has never been, a viable argument for suspending habeas corpus. Were it otherwise, there’d be no point to having the writ in the first place—let alone to enshrining it in the Constitution.

If the goal is just to try to bully and intimidate federal judges into acquiescing in more unlawful activity by the Trump administration, that’s shameful enough. But suggesting that the President can unilaterally cut courts out of the loop solely because they’re disagreeing with him is suggesting that judicial review—indeed, that the Constitution itself—is just a convenience. Something tells me that even federal judges and justices who might otherwise be sympathetic to the government’s arguments on the merits in some of these cases will be troubled by the implication that their authority depends entirely upon the President’s beneficence.

***

It’s certainly possible that this doesn’t go anywhere. Indeed, I hope that turns out to be true. But Miller’s comments strike me as a rather serious ratcheting up of the anti-court rhetoric coming out of this administration—and an ill-conceived one at that.

[in-a-trice]

hi :3 i have lots of thoughts about her <3 most of these were done with the intention of figuring out what she looks like for a fic though, so they are unfinished!

i really like the idea of nirwen being a red head / of irish descent and also a solar warlock, so that's what most of these are:

to add on with a bit of text, i really enjoy the idea of her being one of the ones to help a lot of risen in the iron lords reconcile with the fact they are risen/undead. in the context of both her and felwinter being teachers of osiris, i tend to see it as felwinter teaches osiris how to fight while nirwen focuses on the finer details and philosophy behind the light. i also like the idea of her appearing a lot younger than she actually is to go with that throwaway line about immortality!

there are a lot of minor only-mentioned in-lore-entry characters in destiny and especially ones related to the iron lords but i would kill to know more about nirwen. “nirwen knew true immortality. her teachings live beyond her.” is such an intriguing thing to say about a character. did she invent something like a spell or a technique that warlocks since have adopted? is it literal in that her actual student has outlived her? has only one of her students done so or did her work go beyond the iron lords and therefore their fall? is it her words codified somewhere that immortalises her? did her being an iron wolf give her ideas more or less merit amongst her peers? lord timur doesn’t speak of her fondly. did she ever squabble with the iron lords over how their students should be taught? many possibilities. i want to know about nirwen. there’s one page of one book that mentions her. there are 5 items that mention her in their description text. in the beautiful world i imagine there can be 6

[minhosimthings]

Enhypen as questionably gay things I have said to my gf

Heeseung - Babe have you seen my hoodie? You know the one you let me borrow before I realised I actually wanted the owner of the hoodie instead? (I said this at my dorm and i kid you not she slapped me)

Jay - Should we get the rainbow ice-cream so that society knows we are gay and accepts us instead of being Hitler and telling us we are assholes. (Alright look. I was very burnt out and I just wrote a history essay so yeah. Gf was very impressed tho)

Jake - Dude I think I'm hella gay for you (I said this at a party when I was drunk as fuck. There's a video of me saying it and it's so funny because that night was her birthday)

Sunghoon - I don't know if I wanna be Wonyoung or be with Wonyoung (this was in my Wonyoung phase where I just thirsted over her and my gf didn't talk to me until I bought her a muffin)

Sunoo - Dude George Clooney is so hot. His wife's even hotter. (Look they are the ORIGINAL mommy and daddy ok? I would thank them if they stepped on me)

[frostgnawdraws]

failure and futility

for day 2 of campfire fest! prompt: third eye (and i guess could also count for explosion, or a lack thereof lol) @outerwilds-events

[cent-scratchnsniff]

something bad did indeed happen to that man. spent abt 25 minutes trying to find a better picture of that one (1) offical piece with his eyes open that wasnt compressed or tiny

[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[nexus-nebulae]

"why are you so worried abt random accidents, stuff like that rarely ever happens" well you see I'm too disabled to ever evacuate a situation on my own, so I'd rather be a safety advocate now than become a statistic later

[wonder-worker]

Margaret of Anjou’s visit to Coventry [in 1456], which was part of her dower and that of her son, Edward of Lancaster, was much more elaborate. It essentially reasserted Lancastrian power. The presence of Henry and the infant Edward was recognised in the pageantry. The ceremonial route between the Bablake gate and the commercial centre was short, skirting the area controlled by the cathedral priory, but it made up for its brevity with no fewer than fourteen pageants. Since Coventry had an established cycle of mystery plays, there were presumably enough local resources and experience to mount an impressive display; but one John Wetherby was summoned from Leicester to compose verses and stage the scenes. As at Margaret’s coronation the iconography was elaborate, though it built upon earlier developments.

Starting at Bablake gate, next to the Trinity Guild church of St. Michael, Bablake, the party was welcomed with a Tree of Jesse, set up on the gate itself, with the prophets Isaiah and Jeremiah explaining the symbolism. Outside St. Michael’s church the party was greeted by Edward the Confessor and St. John the Evangelist; and proceeding to Smithford Street, they found on the conduit the four Cardinal Virtues—Righteousness (Justice?), Prudence, Temperance, and Fortitude. In Cross Cheaping wine flowed freely, as in London, and angels stood on the cross, censing Margaret as she passed. Beyond the cross was pitched a series of pageants, each displaying one of the Nine Worthies, who offered to serve Margaret. Finally, the queen was shown a pageant of her patron saint, Margaret, slaying the dragon [which 'turned out to be strictly an intercessor on the queen's behalf', as Helen Maurer points out].

The meanings here are complex and have been variously interpreted. An initial reading of the programme found a message of messianic kingship: the Jesse tree equating royal genealogy with that of Christ had been used at the welcome for Henry VI on his return from Paris in 1432. A more recent, feminist view is that the symbolism is essentially Marian, and to be associated with Margaret both as queen and mother of the heir rather than Henry himself. The theme is shared sovereignty, with Margaret equal to her husband and son. Ideal kingship was symbolised by the presence of Edward the Confessor, but Margaret was the person to whom the speeches were specifically addressed and she, not Henry, was seen as the saviour of the house of Lancaster. This reading tips the balance too far the other way: the tableau of Edward the Confessor and St. John was a direct reference to the legend of the Ring and the Pilgrim, one of Henry III’s favourite stories, which was illustrated in Westminster Abbey, several of his houses, and in manuscript. It symbolised royal largesse, and its message at Coventry would certainly have encompassed the reigning king. Again, the presence of allegorical figures, first used for Henry, seems to acknowledge his presence. Yet, while the message of the Coventry pageants was directed at contemporary events it emphasised Margaret’s motherhood and duties as queen; and it was expressed as a traditional spiritual journey from the Old Testament, via the incarnation represented by the cross, to the final triumph over evil, with the help of the Virgin, allegory, and the Worthies. The only true thematic innovation was the commentary by the prophets.

[...] The messages of the pageants firmly reminded the royal women of their place as mothers and mediators, honoured but subordinate. Yet, if passive, these young women were not without significance. It is clear from the pageantry of 1392 and 1426 in London and 1456 in Coventry that when a crisis needed to be resolved, the queen (or regent’s wife) was accorded extra recognition. Her duty as mediator—or the good aspect of a misdirected man—suddenly became more than a pious wish. At Coventry, Margaret of Anjou was even presented as the rock upon which the monarchy rested. [However,] a crisis had to be sensed in order to provoke such emphasis [...].

— Nicola Coldstream, "Roles of Women in Late Medieval Civic Pageantry", Reassessing the Roles of Women as 'Makers' of Medieval Art and Culture

[scullys]

finally reading literary classics that became oversaturated in cinema and tv is so crazy you're telling me these people were children all along???

[94erz]

Semi-related to the stuff I post here but anyone else aware of the RIIZE situation? The fact they put him on hiatus just because of a ''dating scandal'' only to finally announce he's coming back TWO DAYS ago and now he's been officially kicked out 'cause Korean fans (mostly girls who are insane and don't view idols as humans) threw a huge fit about it.

As an outsider of the group/fandom I can't speak too much about them but as a k-pop industry anti there's a lot to say about that. It's just so insane to me that in the year 2024, going on 2025, the built-in conception that idols belong to fans, love fans, are dedicated to their fans, and cannot have ACTUAL real love lives without it ruining their entire career is PSYCHOTIC. I cannot stress enough how ABNORMAL and WEIRD that is. I literally do not care to say that at all like if you (general) think it's okay to harass and bully any celebrity, but in this specific case k-pop idols, for doing the most human of things like going out with someone you're a freak, a loser, and you don't deserve to be a fan of anyone.

This idea that fans genuinely believe they have power to control another person's life, because they've been sold that idea by a corporation that makes money off of it, is so fucked up. But what's even worse in this situation is that the company completely threw him under the fucking bus once he lost value in their eyes. They don't care about talent, they don't care about the years of training he put in, they don't care about the relationships and bonds formed between the members that they are now tearing apart, all they wanted to use him for was to sell an image of him to fans, and now that the image has been ''ruined'' to a subset of that fandom, he's worthless to them, so they threw him away.

It's some nasty business. I have so little respect for fans who treat other people like toys, the complete and utter dehumanization of these people just doing a job, and it affects all of them. Like this is not the first and sadly won't be the last a situation like this happens until something about the industry and fan behavior changes.