#the simplicity and rawness of it get me so much

[gabriel-posts-here]

Top 1 manga pannels that fucking haunt me

[ducktracy]

what a fantastic transition

[saebyeokbliss]

Hii!!

Okay so could you please do one where they’re roommates and like they sometimes “help eachother” when they’re horny 🤭 and the reader sometimes questions if this is normal for roommates to do? and sae byeok just keeps convincing her that it is. PLEASE DOM SAE BYEOK😭😭

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

synopsis: your roommate, saebyeok, has been pleasuring you when you need it. but now that it’s gone on for a while, you’re wondering if it’s just to get your fix or you both truly like eachother.

warnings: smut/nsfw, fingering, oral!recieving, sesbian lex, light angst

a/n: thank you lovely anon for this request!! hope you enjoy xoxo

"Taking it so good, there you go." Sae-byeok cooed lowly in your ear, letting you ride her thigh, hand on your hip.

You weren't sure how it even started. The girl was your roommate after all.

Your super attractive roommate, that is, but not exactly the point.

You gripped onto her shoulders and shut your eyes from the pleasure, biting down on your lower lip. Fuck, she knew you. Knew you better than yourself.

"Sae.. I don't.. I don't know if we should be doing this. Is this right? Is this even.. mm, normal?" You managed between pants, opening your eyes to look in hers.

She locked her gaze onto yours, her eyes filled with desire and hardness. "Yes, we've talked about this. Or do you not want this? Go back to touching yourself and doing it by yourself? Is that what you want?"

"No, no, I want this.. but what is this?" You pleaded.

"Why put a label on it? We're simply helping each other. That's what this is. Now, will you shut your pretty mouth or do I need to do it for you?" She muttered, her lips mere inches away from yours.

You couldn't respond, not with the way her hand was going under your miniskirt and teasing your clothed core, causing your breath to hitch.

"Make more noises for me. Let it out. That's what I'm here for." Sae-byeok slid your pink panties over and her slender index finger brushed down your folds, nipping at your neck.

"I need you to focus on what feels good, not on what's normal," Sae-byeok whispered, her breath hot against your ear as her fingers expertly played you like a finely tuned instrument. Her touch was deliberate, knowing exactly how to make your body sing under her ministrations.

You moaned, unable to resist the curl of pleasure that spiraled from your core. "Sae..." you whimpered, your hands clutching at her shirt, pulling her closer. The fabric of your skirt was bunched up around your waist, your intimacy laid bare to her exploring fingers.

Sae-byeok's eyes darkened, her lips curling into a smirk at your undone state. "See? Just relax. Let me take care of you." Her words were a velvet caress, seductive and reassuring. She pressed deeper, her fingers slick with your arousal, circling your clit with a precision that had your hips bucking against her.

"But we're just roommates," you gasped out, the line between pleasure and confusion blurring.

"Roommates with benefits, then," she retorted smoothly, her other hand gripping your chin to make you look at her. "Does it matter? You're here, quivering and moaning my name. Isn't that what you want?"

Her question hung heavy in the air, punctuated by her fingers thrusting into you harder, making you cry out. The sound of your pleasure filled the room, a testament to the raw intensity between you.

"Yes, yes, Sae-byeok... please," you begged, your earlier reservations melting away under the onslaught of her touch.

"Good girl," she praised, her voice thick with lust. "Now, come for me. Show me how much you enjoy this."

Her command unraveled you, your body tensing before shattering into a thousand pieces. You clung to her, your cries muffled against her shoulder as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

As you caught your breath, nestled against her, Sae-byeok stroked your hair gently, a rare softness in her eyes. "See? Nothing to worry about. We're just two people, making each other feel good."

The simplicity of her words, the warmth of her body, it all felt dangerously like more than just helping each other out. But for now, you were too spent to puzzle through it, too content to question the unconventional comfort you found in your roommate's arms.

Sae-byeok's gaze lingered on you, her eyes tracing the flush of satisfaction on your cheeks before she shifted, signaling she wasn't done yet. "One more thing," she murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

She pushed you gently back onto the bed, your heart pounding in anticipation. Sae-byeok moved down your body, her hands parting your thighs with an ease that spoke of her familiarity. Her eyes locked with yours, intense and unyielding. "I want to taste you," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument, "to remind you how good helping each other can feel."

Before you could respond, her head dipped between your thighs, and her tongue found your still sensitive clit. You gasped, your hands finding purchase in her hair, pulling her closer. Sae-byeok hummed against you, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her tongue was relentless, lapping at your folds with a hunger that was both thrilling and overwhelming. She sucked gently, then more insistently, drawing moans from deep within you. "Sae... oh god..." you whimpered, feeling another climax building at her expert ministrations.

Sae-byeok's movements became more purposeful, her fingers joining her tongue, sliding into you easily with how wet you were for her. She curled them, touching you in that perfect spot that made your body jerk in response.

"Let go, let me have you," she coaxed, her voice muffled against your heat. The dual stimulation was too much, too intense, and with a cry that bordered on desperation, you came undone under her, your second orgasm crashing over you like a relentless tide.

As you lay panting, Sae-byeok kissed her way up your body, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Just helping," she whispered against your lips, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her. "That's all this is."

In that moment, with her body pressed against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to argue. Maybe this was just helping, maybe it was more, but right now, it was exactly what you needed.

[kcrossvine-art]

Hey folks! Itsssssssssssss timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for another dungeon meshi cooking time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isnt that neat.

Its weird to think how long its gonna be before season 2 of the anime drops. Anyway go read the manga i promise you wont regret it. This ones from senshis lil garden on legs-

Today we'll be making Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch?” YOU MIGHT ASKIts vegetables, vegetable wauter, and not Much else! Knife is there too.

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 potatoes

2 onions

2 turnips

Thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned rice vinegar

I lied theres pork did you fall for it did u catch it.

AND, “what does Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKSon, have you ever eaten a vegetabel

Broth is surprisingly flavorful considering the limited spices and short cooktime

Potatoes are perfect texture for dipping

Cabbage absorbed a lot of the juices!!!

Was more impressed by the salad part of the meal-

The turnips need to be sliced enough to Barely see through, and the carrots julienned thin enough to be almost peels

And its this wonderful vegetable confetti tasteful in its simple pleasure

Rice vinegar of any kind will work, seasoned rice vinegar is just what i had

Salt both parts of the meal generously

In the future i wouldve shredded or cut the cabbage much smaller. We'll talk more on that later. Its also intentionally barebones with spices and oils, me using butter and rice vinegar is even pushing the limits of show accurate because in the show they used plain olive oil.

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From idea to execution, this was a very quick recipe. For starters, nothing gets cooked all that long (the water spends more time empty than it does ingredient'ed) and for lasters nothing gets cut all that much. It was tricky finding good sources for stewing a whole cabbage because most recipes call for either shredding or at least chopping smaller. And they do this for a reason. Its unwieldy trying to eat a whole half of cabbage, you never quite know when to start or where to start. Do you bite chunks out? Peel leaves? Spear it with other things? I dont know. I still dont. Im not a huge raw cabbage fan and it wasnt raw, but it wasnt transformed much either. Minimalist. 

This was a feast in the show and i bet that the freshness of the veggies were a factor, considering they were plucked fresh off the living rock guys. I wouldve killed to be able to brown the onions, roast the carrots, or maybe cube the potatoes (though the consistency was perfect for forking and dipping them in butter so! Bonuses.)

Oven roast bacon is a beloved treet for me. It seemed to absorb some of the vegetable broth and vice versa with the broth absorbing the oils from the bacon, which enhanced all the flavors. Maybe in the future itd be nice to try cooking the bacon a bit ahead, and then adding it to the pot while everythings boiling? Also adding a spritz of lemon juice to either/both is always nice!

I give this recipe a solid 7/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) for its simplicity. With modifications like shredding the cabbage and more seasonings, it could become an easy 10/10. hit that like and subscribe or kill me

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Ingredients:

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 russet potatoe

2 white onions

2 turnips

10 slices of thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned Rice vinegar

Stew Method:

Preheat your oven to 400f. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and place a baking rack on top (alternatively you can use a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper and no baking rack. but the baking rack lets the air circulate better and the grease drip off!)

Cook your bacon for about 18 minutes or until crisp. Flip halfway through.

Chop your carrots, peel and slice your potatos in half, and slice your onions into rings.

Get a large pot with a tight fitting lid, add water, salt, your carrots, your potato pieces, and your onions. Cover and heat to a low boil.

Cut the cabbage head in half down the middle. Once the pot is boiling, carefully add your cabbage to the pot and arrange the halves so theyre fully covered.

Cover and cook for about 13 minutes, the cabbage should be slightly crisp but have give to them. 

Remove from heat and laddle contents into a bowl, arrange some of your bacon along the sides so the fat and the broth mix :) salt and pepper to taste. And get a little saucer for butter so you can dip the potato pieces and/or coat the cabbage pieces.

Salad Method:

Peel your carrots and turnips. Cut off the ends of both. Julienne your carrots, and thinly slice your turnips.

Add your carrot greens (or your chosen leaf filler) to a bowl, then add your carrots and turnips.

Coat with seasoned rice vinegar, salt, and pepper. Thoroughly mix and enjoy :) 

[allbark-no-bite]

Ignorance is Bliss || Coriolanus Snow x reader

summary: there’s something to love about the simplicity of boyhood. or in which there’s still good in Coriolanus and you love him

warnings: none really. this is just self-indulgent fluff. maybe slight mention of smut

word count: 1.3k

authors note: okay first of all ik everyone here spells it Coryo, but i much prefer Corio. the Hunger Games was the first ever fandom that i wrote for nearly 8 years ago (please don’t read my wattpad) and i’m so excited to have an up to date fic posted on here! the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes revived my love for the series and i hope you all enjoy :)

The sky shifts from a faint blue to yellow with the approaching evening light. In just a few minutes the swarms of awakening insects will be almost too much to bear. He swallows, and the combination of his dry mouth and the lack of humidity makes it feel as though his throat sticks together with the action. Being so deep in the forest, away from the rest of civilization, the air out here is so fresh that just breathing it is dizzying.

By now he's so used to the polluted air of District 12 that this sort of clarity is a startling but welcomed reprieve. In the Capitol, he'd grown up hearing stories of the miners in 12 who would eventually succumb to the horrific fate of suffocation, their lungs black from years of inhaling coal dust. Even after just a few months of being assigned as a peacekeeper to the district, the undersides of his fingernails had turned permanently black with the dust.

The games are far from his mind these days—at least most of the time they are. He has done his best to put those horrors in the past. He is no longer a Capitol student, fighting to prove that he belongs there in his hand me down shoes and shirts with buttons made of bathroom tile. Those days now seem like an entirely different lifetime.

His heart rate slows to the point that his chest hardly rises, and his only sign of consciousness is the occasional flicker of his eyes as he fights to keep from dozing off. He lies there watching the sky and counts the hours until the sun is swallowed by the horizon.

It's considerably quiet save for the breeze moving through the leaves of the trees overhead and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot of a forest animal. Five more minutes and he'll get up.

Movement at his side makes him grunt. It's not much, just a shifting of weight, but it still forces a puff of air out of him. Underneath the cream undershirt of his uniform is a mess of slowly healing, raw pink flesh. His body still hurts from weeks ago.

The district boy's spear had stabbed straight through  the muscle of his shoulder and was rapidly on the mend thanks to Dr. Gaul. The burns on his back were healing on their own accord, albeit slower than he would have liked. All things considering, his wounds had been relatively insignificant.

He had seen tributes sustain much worse things in the games before. He'd take a couple of burns over a severed head any day.

This time the weight lifts almost completely from crevice of his side and his attention shifts to the body beside him. You'd been curled up, asleep at his side the the better part of an hour.

"Where are you—" His question is cut off as your weight returns, this time into the pit of his stomach, curling up against the curve of his lean body. It half knocks the breath out of him. You have the tendency to do that to him.

With your cheek pressed into his gut, your hand reaches out for his own and he willingly complies, linking his slender fingers with your own. Perhaps you don't realize it but this is the same way he first touched you, hand in hand back in the zoo, and it will always mean more than anything to him. It is this thought that causes him to bring your wrist to his mouth and press his lips against it.

His mouth is warm against your skin, and even if you don't know exactly where the gesture of affection came from, you reciprocate it with the same tenderness.

"What are you thinking about?" You finally ask, breaking a long hour of comfortable silence.

You.

Rather than answering, Coriolanus hums in acknowledgment of your question. "Corio—" At the same time, he swings his leg over your hip, switching positions so that his body is hovering above your own.

"Hi."

You grin, fingers grabbing hold of the cool metal of his dog tags that hang down from his neck.

"Hi."

Looking pleased with himself, he dips his head down, capturing your lips with his own. You were his, and he was constantly refiguring that out.

The kiss is sweet, tamer than what you're used to from him. Not that he's ever been unpleasant, you adored Coriolanus and just about everything about him. But he was a man. A boy growing into a man and that came it, its own boyish tendencies. Regardless, rarely ever did you discourage his wandering hands.

You can't help but smile at the feel of his lean, brawny body pressed against yours. He'd been thin with hunger back at the Capitol. His time in District 12 training as a peacekeeper had done him well. Not only had he become sturdier with muscle, but somehow taller too. One of his legs is wedged between your own, and through his trousers you can feel him, half hard with interest.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss at the feel of your lips pulled into a smile. His brows furrow together in confusion, but your smile is infectious and soon enough his own frown is tilted upwards. "What? What are you smiling about?"

You attempt to subdue your grin at his inquiry, but it's to little avail, and that only drives his insistence. "(Y/n). What've I done?"

"Nothing," you laugh, a palm coming up to cup the side of his jaw so that your thumb can smooth over the sharp protrusion of his cheekbone. Normally the action would be enough to distract him, but he's persistent.

"(Y/n)."

“Really, it's nothing," you insist. "I just... I love you." That is what you settle on. I love you.

You love the naivety in which he is able to love. Pure and untainted by heartbreak. Too young to know much at all. Even too inexperienced to realize that there were more ways to satisfy his desire for you than just kissing. His body wanted you in the way that a man wanted a woman, and while he surely felt the effects of that attraction, his pure intentions had yet to stray.

Coriolanus' clear blue eyes narrow in slight skepticism but he doesn't press you any further. "I love you too," he says, lifting his hand to slip his fingers into your hair and massage at the base of your scalp. At the same time, his thumb presses up into your jaw, tilting your chin upwards so that he can kiss you again.

This time you indulge him further and kiss him back a bit more forcefully than before. Your hand finds the short crop of his blonde hair, and like a cat preening under the attention, his body reacts in tandem. He half snorts in amusement at your reciprocation but doesn't comment, too pleased to pull away long enough to taunt you.

Coriolanus takes it upon himself to deepen the kiss, the force of his lips upon yours not yet bruising but certainly heading there. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring the taste of your mouth. At the same time, one of his slender hands slides down your side, his fingers grasping at the curve of your hip.

The day will come that his desires get the best of him, and he’ll want more of you. Frivolous things such as the wrestling and the making out that the two of you do now won’t satisfy him later. And while the thought doesn’t bother you, it’s nice what you have with him now. It’s so simple and so easy to love him and his still boyish self now. The time will come eventually, and that’s okay. You’ve got a lifetime together after all.

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

What about you? What about the Warhammer Chaos gods interests you?

Alright, sorry for the late response, but here’s a point by point rundown on my thoughts on the various Chaos Gods and Chaos as a whole:

Khorne————————

The big man of Chaos and the one (besides Gork and Mork) that is benefiting and reveling the most from the constant battles and wars being waged throughout the franchise. In my opinion, the Lord of Blood’s main appeal to me is his simplicity. He knows what he wants and what he expects of his followers, and while at face value this makes him seem like little else than a blunt instrument, just how raw and utterly human the sensation of overwhelming and all consuming anger is both terrifying and compelling, especially in how it plays into and with Khorne also focusing on a traditional, albeit heavily blood soaked, concept of honor.

Tzeentch—————————

Ah yes, the Changer of Ways, Tzeentch is a tricky one on practically all levels. I will admit Tzeentch isn’t a personal favorite of mine, but I am a big fan of how the various domains he covers overlap and interact, such as showing the dual nature of desiring change which isn’t intrinsically good or bad, the danger of recklessly seeking knowledge, and not to mention the blinding effect unchecked ambition has on people. I can honestly get behind Tzeentch, his followers, and the nebulous, ever changing goals on paper, but the fact there isn’t much in the way of defined parameters regarding what Tzeentch draws power from is a bit of a turnoff.

Nurgle———————

Now we come upon my undisputed favorite amongst the Chaos pantheon. Grandfather Nurgle has a rather personal place in my heart as ever since I was young I’ve struggled with anxiety and fears regarding matters of death, pain, filth, sickness, and feelings of depression. See, when I first got into the Warhammer franchise, I found myself drawn to the Plaguelord and his followers as I felt strangely seen in them.

As for in-universe reasons, I find the paradoxical nature of Nurgle and his followers very intriguing. How this god of death also holds dominion over a twisted form of life. How he expresses his own twisted brand of love by “blessing” whole worlds with nightmarish blights. How his acolytes are all twisted & diseased pseudo corpses that are free of pain & fear of death as they shamble forward across the battlefield. I suppose the best way I can describe my feelings for Nurgle and his grandkids is that I find them sickeningly sweet.

Slaanesh——————

Okay, so I’ll admit Slaanesh honestly unnerves me as someone with obsessive tendencies. Aside from the more… obvious aspects of She Who Thirsts and her followers, what always interested me regarding Slaanesh was the personal connection and enmity it has with the Elvish/Aeldari factions. I will say, I do have one major gripe with how the Slaanesh faction is presented almost strictly in a carnal manner in WH40k and wish they would take more from the more widespread concepts of obsession and overindulgence they have been using in Age of Sigmar.

Malal/Malice———————————

Ah yes, the oft forgotten son of Chaos (and Games Workshop). I don’t have much else to say other than I find the overall aesthetic and concept of a faction that embodies the tendency of Chaos to turn inwards and self destruct to be absolutely phenomenal. 11/11, I really wish we would get more regarding this infrequently mentioned and not completely canon Chaos god and faction.

The Horned Rat—————————————

He’s the self serving god of a race of psychotic rat-men hooked on radioactive moon cheese that literally feeds on desperation and desires little else than to despoil literally everything, which led to him just inserting himself into the empty space left in the Chaos pantheon by Slaanesh’s imprisonment. What’s not to love about him and his manic followers in all the different and innovative ways they manage to manifest their depravity?

Hashut/Vashtorr————

Alright, I’ll admit I don’t have a whole lot to say about Hashut, but I thought I’d discuss these two together given their whole focus on the evils born of unchecked innovation and industrialism. Now, I will say I do find Hashut managing to corrupt and radicalize a whole group of dwarfs into their own subfaction with the promise of better materials/conditions to work with and the ability to wield conventional magic (albeit at a price) rather impressive, having basically carved out his own niche separate from the Primordial Four.

As for Vashtorr, I’m really interested in how the story regarding his quest to become a Fifth Chaos god will unfold, especially given how he’s aligned with the Black Legion, and while its clear that someone is going to get screwed over in that particular partnership, especially since it’s currently unclear who the unlucky party is going to be when that time comes. I also find it very interesting how Vashtorr more or less takes the opposite route of Hashut and instead has ingratiated himself to the Primordial Four via the manufacturing of Daemon Engines, while also being mostly untouchable in the greater scope of the Great Game.

Misc. Other Chaos Gods—

There isn’t much to say about the other Chaos gods as they are either yet to manifest or non-canon. I will say the idea of the Emperor of Mankind being a likely candidate of becoming the Fifth Chaos god is something I absolutely love and wish was more fleshed out aside from the rare references to the Dark King and the Star Child. I mean, common, it’s just so poetic that the man that spent thousands upon thousands of years busting his hump trying to elevate humanity and protect them from the forces of Chaos becoming just like the very beings he sought to starve and extinguish with his Imperial Truth and possibly condemning mankind, if not the entirety of existence, just like Slaanesh condemned the Aeldari. I get it’s something on such a massive scale that it’s just not feasible to properly tackle without massive effort on Games Workshop’s part, but it’s still something fascinating to explore.

Also, shout-out to the non-canon Necoho the Doubter and Zuvassin the Undoer for literally being the Renegade Chaos gods of atheism and plans going awry respectively.

Chaos Undivided—————

I suppose to answer the question of what draws me to Chaos is the fact it’s a dark mirror of the rawest, truest parts of humanity. It’s a corruptive force literally born from the minds of mortals and true to human nature, people try to rationalize it, direct it, wield it, only to invariably fail and fall deeper into its clutches. Chaos comes in so many forms and in some there are shades of good, yet it’s all clouded by the horrors it brings. It’s like an exploration of the human condition and yet, at the same time Chaos is in a way a literal man made hell, and that fact just fascinates me on a near morbid level.

I’m sorry that this was such a long read, but I hope this answered your question.

[xoxoemynn]

Fan Fic Friday!

I'm finally getting in the headspace to be able to read and enjoy fic and oh boy have I been enjoying it! Sharing a few that I've enjoyed reading this past week. For simplicity's sake I'm focusing just on completed works.

People Are Just People (Like You) by @trans-top-stede and @nonplayer-character (plus art!!) Holy shit. Holy shit. This story is stunning. This 24K fic (that also includes some wonderful art) shows Ed struggling to re-enter the world after the COVID lockdowns, all while drawing solace listening to a radio show for aliens. (Hmmm, wonder who could be hosting that?) There is pure, raw emotion baked into each and every word. The loneliness, the feeling of knowing it SHOULD be so easy to just do what you once did so easily but now it's HARD, the desperation, the hope, all while Ed just keeps trying. By the end I was weeping and just feeling in awe of all the little ways humans are simply there for each other, time and time again. I found this work deeply relatable, and I'm sure many others on here will as well. It's an absolute masterpiece and I can't stop thinking about it.

Red Skies at Night by @soupbtch Oh, this is a FUN one, even if I was literally screaming at my laptop for chapter upon chapter because OH MY GOD I KNOW I SAID I LOVE A SLOW BURN BUT WHY MUST THEY BURN SO SLOWLY WHY CAN'T THEY JUST KISS?!?!?! Anyway. Stede's a perfectly bitchy cruise critic, Ed's performing on said cruise ship, sparks fly. This 64K fic is the perfect blend of humor and tension and heartache and of course, a lot of romance. And some great sex. Danny did such a great job using beats from both S1 and S2 to tell a really beautiful story that had me grinning ear to ear nearly the entire time. (Again, nearly, because I also did a lot of screaming.) Absolutely fantastic.

True to Life by @ipomoea-batatas This summary ("Ed and Stede accidentally open an inn for ghosts") had me sold immediately. It's fluffy domestic fic. And a ghost. But not like a ghost that's going to be terrifying and murder you in your sleep, so don't worry if that's not your jam. Just a ghost with a backstory. This fic 28K is SO much fun, filled with impeccable banter that feels like Taika and Rhys just got set loose and were allowed to do whatever they wanted. A bit of a mystery, a bit of cozy domesticity, a lot of fun. Highly recommend.

Flotsam and Jetsam by @/anathxmadevice Looking for a quick read? This one's a little over 5K and is so absurdly lovely. Don't be fooled by the short word count; there are some Big Feels in this fic. Stede's a beachcomber, and Ed runs a pub, and naturally Ed is immediately charmed by Stede's excitement at finding some funky shells. I don't want to give away the ending, but suffice to say it basically left me the human embodiment of this emoji: 🥹. Just a beautiful little bite-sized fic. And there's also a podfic!

Pete & Prejudice by @shieldmaidenofmithrilhall Okay, here's something a little different! All of the above are Ed x Stede, but here's an absolutely charming 14K story about Lucius and Pete! (Although there are some truly adorable Ed x Stede moments in it as well.) Pete and Lucius are dating and everything is amazing, except once a year Pete disappears for "a thing," and now Lucius is determined to find out what it is. I can't say much more without spoiling it, but I will say I started smiling in the very first paragraph and by the time I was done my grin had basically reached my eyebrows. Absolutely perfect characterization, so sweet, so romantic, and some moments that literally made me laugh out loud. Be prepared to fall even more deeply in love with Pete.

[fireside-fanfics]

Breaking Down Walls

Based on this prompt.

The fire crackled loudly, its embers sending a soft glow across the camp as the stars above blinked through the thick canopy of trees. The forest was alive with the sounds of crickets and distant rustling—nature’s symphony, one Bucky Barnes had always found both comforting and unnerving. He was sitting on a nearby log, poking at the fire with a stick, his metal arm gleaming against the light, the other hand wrapped around a canteen as he sipped slowly.

Beside him, his girlfriend, Charlie, worked to set up the tent. Their first camping trip together. He’d almost forgotten how long they’d been dating—six months? Seven? Time had blurred together since he’d allowed himself to love again, to trust again. It felt like both a lifetime and just yesterday.

Charlie’s name wasn’t quite what people expected, but it fit. She was strong, independent, and had that same boyish energy Bucky secretly admired. The way she moved, spoke, and even laughed; Charlie wasn’t like anyone Bucky had met before, which comforted him as much as it terrified him.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Bucky's voice broke the silence, his gaze never leaving Charlie as she fumbled with the tent’s poles.

Charlie glanced over at him, offering that signature smirk that always made Bucky’s heart do a little flip.

“What, you scared of a little camping trip?” she teased

“I'm not scared," Bucky grumbled, taking another sip from his canteen. He couldn’t help the way his gaze flicked nervously to the shadows around them. The forest was far too quiet for his liking. "It’s just ... a lot being out here, in the middle of nowhere.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow, a half-laugh slipping from her lips. “I thought you'd be more of a soldier about this, Bucky. It's just dirt and trees.”

“Not just dirt and trees," he muttered, looking over at the trees again, the darkness between them suddenly feeling much more alive.

“You’re still thinking about what happened, aren’t you?” Charlie asked, soft but perceptive as always. She dropped the tent pole, turning to face him fully now.

Bucky felt the weight of that question sink into his chest, and he struggled to find the right words.

“I don’t know how to be normal. I don’t know how to just be here and enjoy the moment ... how to simply exist.” His voice was raw, unguarded for the first time in a long time.

Charlie stepped closer, close enough now that Bucky could feel the warmth of her body, the subtle beat of her heart.

“Normal’s overrated,” she said with a wry grin, “but you don’t have to be normal to be with me. You just have to be you—and you’re more than enough, Bucky.”

The simplicity of her words knocked the air out of Bucky’s lungs. He wanted to believe her, he really did. But it was hard. Harder than he cared to admit.

“You’re sure?” His voice was barely above a whisper, vulnerable in a way he’d never allowed himself to be.

Charlie nodded, her expression softening as she said, “Bucky, I’m more than sure. You don’t need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. Let me help carry some of it. I’m here no matter what—every step of the way, Bucky.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he just stared into Charlie’s eyes, seeing the truth she held there—simple, pure, and unwavering.

“You really mean that?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

“I do,” she said, her tone so gentle it made Bucky’s heart ache. “We’re in this together. You can’t get read of me, Bucky.”

Charlie’s words lingered in the air, but before Bucky could reply, she turned back to the tent.

“Now, quit standing there looking pretty and help me get this thing set up, Barnes. I didn’t carry all this gear just to do it myself.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, feeling the weight in his chest lighten just a little.

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your—” He stopped, staring at her for a moment. “Wait. Are you—are you seriously making me sleep on the ground?”

Charlie turned, raising an eyebrow. “Are you not the soldier who’s been through worse?”

"That was different," he muttered, crouching down to help her with the tent.

The rest of the evening passed in an easy rhythm, despite Bucky's lingering unease. The pair set up the campfire together, roasting marshmallows and talking about nothing and everything. Charlie was warm, effortless to be around; her laughter as infectious as ever as she made jokes and teased him about his lack of camping experience. It was nice, in a way Bucky hadn’t expected. For once, there were no missions, no Hydra, no ghosts of the past chasing him down. Just the crackling fire, the scent of pine in the air, and Charlie beside him.

After dinner, as the stars stretched above them, Charlie stretched her arms out, gazing up at the vast expanse of the sky.

“Can’t believe you got me out here,” Bucky remarked, leaning back against the log. “This is your idea of a good time?”

Charlie turned her head, giving him a sly smile. “It’s not about the camping. It’s about getting away from everything for a little while. No phones, no work, just us.”

She settled beside him again, close enough that Bucky could feel the heat radiating off of her.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “And you think I’m the one who needed an escape?”

“Maybe we both do, Charlie murmured, her voice suddenly soft, vulnerable in a way Bucky hadn’t heard before. She shifted closer, resting her head on his shoulder. “Maybe both just need to stop running for once.”

Bucky tensed, a weight in his chest that had nothing to do with the cool night air. “Charlie—”

Charlie pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a quiet seriousness. “We can talk about it, or we don’t have to. I just want you to know that you don’t have to fight this alone, Bucky. I’m here no matter what, okay?”

His chest tightened as she spoke, and for a moment, all Bucky could do was stare at her, the flicker of the fire reflecting in her eyes. Charlie wasn’t scared of him. She wasn’t scared of his past or the things he had done; it terrified and comforted him at once.

“I’m not sure I’m the person you think I am,” Bucky confessed, his voice cracking under the weight of his own uncertainty.

“I know who you are,” Charlie said, her voice steady, unwavering. “And I love you—the real you. I love everything about you, Bucky, even when you think you’re broken or unworthy.”

Bucky looked down at her, fighting back the urge to pull away, but she had already found a way past his walls and it was terrifying.

“How do you do that? How do you make me believe in myself when all I see is a broken mess?”

Charlie placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face toward hers. “Because I believe in you. I believe in us. And nothing, not even your past, is going to change that.”

She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was brief, but it was enough to send a jolt of warmth through him. For a moment, the fire, the forest, everything faded away until there was just Charlie—alive and real beside him, reminding him that there was more to life than the shadows he carried.

Later, as the night deepened and the fire began to die down, the pair crawled into the tent. Bucky had insisted on sleeping in his own bag, but Charlie, ever persistent, had crawled into his anyway.

“You’re impossible,” Bucky muttered as she snuggled close, her head resting on his chest.

“I’m cozy,” Charlie replied, her voice warm and teasing. “And I like being close to you.”

“Yeah?” Bucky chuckled softly, his hand brushing through her hair. “Well, don’t get too comfortable. I might snore.”

"I’ll take my chances," she said with a yawn, her eyes fluttering shut.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. For the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to relax, to let go of the tightness in his chest. With Charlie beside him, he didn’t have to be anything more than who he was right then—vulnerable, imperfect, but loved.

And that was enough.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

*lizzo voice* I’ve been waiting for this one! Turn it up! Anyway it took all the power in me not to turn on anon 😩. Honestly these are gonna be pretty broad so you have creative freedom!! I was wondering if I could have a Poly!Ghostface with breeding being a main focal point 👀. If not main I’ll take minor point! Whatever’s easiest! Also it’s amralice I changed my username LOL

Man you requested this thing foreverrr ago, but I finally was in the mood and got to it. I am gonna thank the new Scream movie on the horizon and also the Ghostface call I got. Breeding kink ain’t my kink but damn if it isn’t fun to write! Especially since I shockingly never have with these two! I hope it was worth the wait and that you all enjoy! 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Biting. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Creampie. Sloppy Seconds. Threat Of Denial. Dub-Con. Breeding Kink. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Pet Names. Coercion. Gaslighting. Billy And Stu Being Toxic. Riding. Slut Shaming. Reader Blaming. Restrained Reader. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Begging. Crying. Decryphilla. 

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Throwing Caution To The Wind.

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You were smart, cautious and careful. 

Normally.

But ever since two particular boys entered your life you find it harder and harder still to keep your head on straight. They could make a suggestion and from anybody else it would be totally outlandish, something you would never even consider entertaining, but when it came from their mouths, well, it just had a funny little habit of making sense. 

So when you were fooling around one night, stretched out underneath Stu, him kissing your neck, teeth grazing. Billy was by your side, hands everywhere when he said your name softly, you hummed in question and he responded, “Feelin’ good?”

A light and breathy laugh, “To say the least.” but you wanted more, so you asked, as nicely as you usually did, sweetness and heat tying the two words in a bow, opting for simplicity, “Fuck me?” 

Billy didn’t sound disappointed or anything, he said it in a very matter of fact way, “Would love to but we’re outta condoms.”

Shit.

You however were disappointed, you totally meant to pick up more but you spaced on it, and true you could get off in other ways. And while hands and mouths and the rest have their very well loved place, that isn’t what you wanted tonight. You thought, turned it over in your mind, they weren’t letting up, still touching you all over, the teasing was too much and you think, “Fuck it.”

You speak, “We…We could still-” That got their attention, Stu’s head rising from your chest, the nipple he had just had between his lips released with a wet pop, “Still?”

Billy leaned in closer, “Yeah, still?”

A nervous look between them both, a bite of your lip before the pulsing need pushing you forward and the words tumbled out, “We still could if you promise to pull out.” 

The look passed between the pair over your form was quick before they looked back to you, “Are you sure?”

You think for a moment maybe you shouldn’t, maybe this was a bad fucking idea, but then Billy’s hand was between your thighs, deft fingers circling your clit through barely there and soaked lace, pleasure sparks inside of you, makes your legs twitch and your breath stutter in response. Stu was as unhelpful as ever as he returned his mouth to giving attention to your chest and before you truly know what you are saying, those two words slip out on an exhale, “I’m sure.” 

“Well if you’re really sure.” Billy hummed.

You were. You could trust them. 

Soon enough you were deep into it with them, all clothes were forgotten as you got on top of Billy, the feel of him warm, his eyes giving away that he was as full of want as you were. One hand on your hip and the other holding himself at the base of his shaft as he lined up, the hot and hard velvety head of his cock poised at your slick hole and in one smooth move of your hips downwards you took him inside. His reaction was amazing, about the same as yours honestly, first there was a sharp inhale at the sudden rush of sensation, a small tense, and a quiet but definitely vocal moan. It felt fantastic, you from the stretch of him and him from the feeling of you, so warm and so wet, and you both from feeling the other raw for the very first time. 

You started to move, began to ride, tentative, easy, bouncing up and down and holy shit, you didn’t know it could feel this good with him bare, if you did, you might have done this sooner. The build of it was quick, Stu was helping, one hand rubbing your clit, sloppy kisses placed on your neck as you reached back behind yourself, your own hand on him, stroking him as you rode Billy. “How’s she feel?”

A breathless laugh, his head thrown back as he confessed, “In-credible.” 

“Oh I bet, M’ already dying for my turn.” The smile on his face was evident from his tone.

You got very, very distracted after that, trying to keep a good rhythm both for yourself and for Stu, a task that got harder and harder as you got closer and closer to your end, the fingers helping you along, refusing to let up. Your head was swimming, ample moans and panting breaths you feel yourself draw close and warn them as such, a broken and weak, “Gon-gonna cum-”

Stu’s fingers stay consistent, your hips are faltering but Billy’s hands are locked on your waist, he helps you move, keep it up, rocking up into you, fucking up as you are slammed down and you know your orgasm is going to be spectacular. It builds and rises and finally peaks, you tip over and cum, eyes slip closed and the moan that breaks out is loud and blissful. 

You are thoroughly pleased and totally distracted, so overcome with feeling that you didn’t, more than that, you couldn’t gather enough mental awareness to notice Billy’s own end that had also crept up. If you weren’t so consumed with getting yourself off you would have noticed the change in his breathing, the pitch of his own moans, and all those little tells you had gotten to know so intimately that would have clued you into him getting so dangerously close. You cumming pushes him over too, plush walls hugging and squeezing him rhythmically, as if your body were silently begging him to do it, to unload inside you and he complies. Your eyes slide back open, brows furrowed in confusion as you are panting, as your own pleasure subsides you feel the flex of him inside and with a few more gentle moves of your hips, directed by him, still gripping you, a rush of warmth and wetness. 

You shouldn’t be this wet, it felt way more slick so suddenly and as you look down at Billy, his own eyes closed in pleasure, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a harsh exhale out of his nose and red flush on his chest it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks. 

In the haze of you cumming you had let go of Stu and he allowed it to happen, you got up, raising up on your knees and sliding him out, a small hiss from him as you do so, followed right after by the now clearly obvious mix of his cum and your wetness pouring out of you and back onto his slowly softening shaft. You reached down, feel your well fucked hole that was steadily leaking, moving back to see all the mess and you look at Billy accusingly, “You said you were gonna pull out!”

There was this much too comfortable smile on his face, a small shrug, glancing at Stu as he said, “Oops. Sorry.”

Stu laughed and you wanted to smack him, “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny.” Stu defended and you ignored him as you asked Billy, “Why did you do that?!”

“Couldn’t help it. I tried to hold it while you were getting yours but it felt way too good.” He said it in a way that was clearly trying to sway you, when you seemed unmoved he spoke again, “C’mon, don’t be mad at me babe. Didn’t it feel good?”

It did. It totally fucking did but- “That’s not the point!”

“So you admit it did feel good.” He said with a wider grin and you pouted arms cross over your chest, “I didn’t say that!”

“Implied it plenty.” Stu said easily, his hands on you, locking onto your waist and you tried to wiggle away, “Stop it! I want you to take this seriously, I told you not to and you totally violated me-”

That got a laugh from them both, Stu saying with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah you seem really violated when you were cumming like that. The sounds you were making? Sounded like you were really being forced.”

“Totally man, sure felt like you hated every second of it when your cunt was fucking milking me.” Billy continued mockingly as he started to sit up, a hand running through his hair and you wanted to protest, make them apologise but Stu was touching you. He hadn’t let you get away, he was laying more affection of your neck and shoulders, one hand sliding between your legs and you tried to fight him of, “Knock it off Stu-”

“Nope.” You felt him, pressed hot and hard to your hip and he said, “I still gotta get off.” 

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that no way after this would you but Billy was touching you too again, he’d knocked your arms out of the way and he was playing with your nipples, tugging gently as he says, “He was real patient, let him have a turn.”

“N-no, I don’t want to-” You protested weakly, totally unconvincingly, especially as Stu buried his fingers inside you and felt how your body responded, clenching around his fingers. He was murmuring in your ear sarcastically, “Yeah again, feels like you really don’t want this.”

You give in, an attempt at compromise, “Okay, let me blow you-”

A laugh from the pair, a shake of Stu’s head, and Billy pulling more painfully, “Nope, you’re gonna let him fuck you and you’re gonna love it.”

You wanted to whine, sob, beg, but you felt so needy, you did want to feel him, did want him to fuck you and get off again and again but the risk, the danger of it, you shouldn’t-

Billy’s voice cuts through your whirring and worried spiral in your mind, “We’ll buy you a plan B if it makes you feel better.”

It did. It really did. If they did that then there was no point in denying Stu, you could let him use you too, let him cum inside without further worry so you rush out, “Yes, okay, fuck-”

“Awe there you go, good girl.” His fingers are pulled out and you are pushed down, Stu repositions you, forces you into face down ass up and without any more preamble you feel him against your hole and he slips inside. 

He moans long and low, his body covering yours, you feel his chest to your back, his hands on your wrists, holding you down as he bottoms out. He held deep inside for a moment, feeling you with nothing in between, how loose and lubed you were from the previous load dumped into you, he ground his hips against your ass, another groan leaves him as his head pitches forward, resting on the back of your shoulder. He sounded wrecked already but he always was a massive slut for Billy’s sloppy seconds.

You moan too when he fills you, your eyes sliding closed as he starts to move, slowly, begins to fuck you, deep and hard, barely sliding out halfway before shoving back inside. After a few more moans he pulled out of you with no effort he said, “God, you’re so fucking funny, you know that?”

“Hu-huh?” You moaned out and Stu continued, “Thinkin’ that you could let us fuck you raw and we wouldn’t take the chance to cum in you-” A breathless laugh, a shake of his head, then punctuated by the hardest thrust yet and a moan before he continues to verbally degrade you, “-stupid, stupid whore, only thinking with the gash between your legs.”

Instead of angering you, instead of making you feel everything it should, instead it makes you moan, makes you clench down on him again, makes you feel even more heat spark inside of you and arousal wash over your brain. Maybe you were naive and idiotic to think that they would just pull out, maybe this was- “Your fault. This is all your fuckin’ fault.” Stu whispered harsh into your ear as his hips picked up the pace. 

It was, you were warm and wet, sweet and inviting, you really thought that they could feel you, all of you, bare and alive against them and thought what? That they’d be able to resist not finishing in your abused hole that was gripping onto them for dear life? That same hole that was practically beseeching them to do it? 

It was biology you were fighting against too, your mouth said one thing but your body another totally different. Who were you to fault them for listening to millennia of evolution directing them, telling every sense and fiber of their beings, compelling them to cum exactly the place they were supposed to? In your fertile and ready hole, the one you had for this very purpose. 

This was on you and you alone for asking for too much of them. They were only human. 

This was fucked, totally fucked, you were into this, all of it. The danger, the risk, the moral ambiguity and more still. It fuels you.

You moaned incoherently, started to rock back to meet Stu’s thrusts, Billy sitting up in front of you watching as the blonde fucked you harder and harder. “Oh, seems she really does love it.”

“Yeah she does, you do, don’tcha?” He asked and you nodded, panting as you felt the pleasure building again, a furious nod, his hands released your wrists and a hard smack that landed on your ass made you yelp as he demanded, “Say it!”

“I-I do, I lo-o-ove it, fuck, pl-please! Don’t stop Stu!” You begged pathetically, desperate to ease the ache and to cum again. 

“Oh I won’t.” Stu assured around a laugh and Billy hummed, the sound of skin on skin filling the space of the bedroom around him he spoke, “How bad do you think she wants it?”

“I dunno man, shit, feels like she does pretty bad.” He mused in between his own panting breaths, another groan breaking out and Billy let that hang for a moment before posing, “Bad enough that if we told her we wouldn’t get her that little pill she’d still beg you to cum in her raw?”

“Love the way you think.” Stu confessed and with another brutal and unrelenting thrust he asked, “Well?”

Your mind was so hazy, you could barely keep up but you felt some fear curl in your gut as your clit throbbed and your cunt wept, you didn’t want that, did you? Moreover you didn’t think that they did either, a questioning and wavering moan, a stretched out, pitched up, whiney, “Whaaaat?”

A laugh, Stu mocking what you said, stretching out your “what” in the same way and your head falls forward, resting on your forearms as he uses your body. Billy chimed in then again, recovered from his own small laughing fit, “You heard us. If you wanna cum, if you wanna get off, beg for him to breed you.”

You move your head up, slightly, able to look at Billy, he was staring down at you and you could see he was hard again and was jerking off to the view of you and Stu.

When did this happen? Since when did they get into this kink? You had no time nor the higher faculties to think or question, pleasure was rising quickly, you were so fucking close when Stu’s hips stopped with him buried inside of you. His cock pressed to that sweet spot but un-moving, a sob, you can begin to feel the orgasm slip through your fingers and you didn’t think, just let it pour out of your mouth thoughtlessly, “Please, please, please, fill me, God! I nee-need it, fuck-” 

A broken moan into the sheets, again followed by a breathless but still definitely loud enough for them to hear as Stu resumed his previous pace, “Breed me.”

It only took about five more perfectly placed thrusts for you to cum.

Something else was said, something surely degrading and filthy but you couldn’t hear it, your mind went blank as you shuddered under him, sensation radiating out and making your legs almost give out with a wrecked moan. 

This time the come down took longer, especially since Stu didn’t let up, still ruining your hole, only when you were just beginning to come back to yourself and catch your breath did you feel it. Stu holding deep with a groan and now more aware of it, knowing it was going to happen, you focus a tad better, feel him cum inside and it leaks out of you around him, too full to hold the remnants of Billy’s load and Stu’s with him still stuffed inside. 

When he pulls out a moment later, even more of them spills out, down the backs of your thighs and you finally get to lie down, a deep inhale, your limbs feel sore but you feel very relaxed. You could fall asleep right here and you thought you just might until Billy rolls you over, you feel him settle on top of you, between your legs and when he slides in your eyes fly open with a gasp, he didn’t waste time, fucked into you and Stu said, “Told you we could make her beg for it, you owe me five bucks.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay you later-” You tried to find your voice to speak up, protest over this new information, that they made some petty bet over this but he changed the angle, ground on your oversensitive clit and it stole all your fight, your argument, along with your breath. Another squeeze of your walls around Billy that he commented on and you had to admit, if only to yourself, this is some of the best sex you had ever had, not just with them but period, and maybe, you should let this go and be thankful for them leveling up your sex life in this way. 

Regardless, something for future you to worry about and deal with, for now, your legs wrap around Billy’s hips, ankles lock behind his lower back, you reach up, pull him tighter by your fingers tangling in his hair and you beg into his sweat slick neck, “Don’t stop.” 

“There you go, what a good slut.” Stu praised and you were rewarded by a strong press of Billy’s lips against yours.

You finish that afternoon with tears down your cheeks, a cunt full of cum and a head full of confusing thoughts, a new kink unlocked thanks to their inability to listen and their overconfidence that they knew your body better than you could ever hope to. 

[nuri148]

Bad Boy: No one calls Levi "IT".

I wanted to comment on something that I've seen these days in some meta posts of Bad Boy, but I haven't had the time till now to check the font to confirm my impressions and, you know, argue with receipts.

No one calls Levi "IT".

I also must say, the posts authors are without fault. The "it" in the (rushed, fan-made) English translation is either a mistake (I suspect machine translation might be involved) or a very unfortunate choice of words if translated manually.

You see, there is no "it" in Japanese. There is “this” and “that”, but no “it”.

The word the criminals use is “こいつ” [koitsu] which is a derisive term to refer to a person. Depending on context, it could be translated as “this guy”, “this dude”, “the SOB”, “ that MF”… you get the idea.

If you watch subbed anime, you’ll hear koitsu* all the time in shounen where guys are or want to appear tough – especially since, much like in English, such terms can be used insultingly, informally, or even as a term of endearment between very close people (as in “This mf and I have been bffs since kindergarten!”). Those guys likely use koitsu on a daily basis. I don’t have all the raws handy and neither have the time to go through them, but for instance, Hannes calls Eren koitsu in chapter 1 when he ponders about the kid’s wish to join the SC; and Connie calls Jean this when he “blames” him for his joining the SC in chapter 3.

There are worse ways to call people, and Levi himself uses a wide range of them throughout the main manga.

More importantly, although koitsu can be used for inanimate objects, this use is rather an endearing form in familiar settings. What’s important to note is that koitsu is not the Japanese “it” equivalent by any means and, therefore, it does not carry the dehumanizing undertone that calling a person “it” in English has.

Depending on context (and Japanese is a highly contextual language) it can range from very informal to plain derogatory, but it is absolutely not akin to call a person an object. Calling someone koitsu in the wrong context wouldn’t make them go “omg they’re dehumanizing me”, but rather “omg they called me something very rude.”

Of course this doesn’t mean the criminals in Bad Boy are any less perverse, but I think a clarification of this (I want to believe, honest) mistranslation is important for two reasons: one, to provide an accurate analysis so as not to atribute the characters, or the author, an intent that isn’t there; and two, to not give the haters an excuses to dismiss or disparage a whole meta post because of one incorrect piece of data.

*I’m using only koitsu throughout the text for simplicity’s sake but you’ll also see/hear the equivalent terms soitsu/aitsu/yatsu, which are basically the same, the only difference being the itsu in relation to the speaker: this mf, that mf, that mf over there... You also have doitsu as the interrogative form (which mf?).

Here is a very clear article regarding the use of these words:

[theflixdiaryproject]

"no. no, I actually broke up with you because you don't look like a guy." - Simon

Love, Simon tells the story of Simon Spier (Nick Robinson), a high school student who has yet to come out as gay. living in the suburbs, Simon leads a seemingly normal life, with supportive friends and a loving family. he’s been communicating with a fellow student named Blue online, but their secret relationship is now complicated when Simon’s private messages are exposed.

read my review below (may contain spoilers):

watched July 28th, 2024 on netflix

I expected a cute, fun teen rom-com from Love, Simon but what I got is something much deeper. this movie is full of emotions that really catch me off guard. I grin.. I laugh.. I cry.. and sometimes it can feels like a punch to the gut. even though I don’t see myself as part of the LGBTQ+ community, I still feel connected to Simon’s journey. this movie is not just about being gay; it’s also brings a subtle message to everyone who feels trapped and wants to break free to show the world their true selves. I really really love how this movie handles the coming-out theme. Simon’s struggle feels so relatable. it’s like something everyone can understand, even if the details of the story are different for us. the way Simon balances his secret online relationship with his real life is both thrilling and heartbreaking. it makes me think of my own online friends, the ones who truly get me, unlike some people around me. sometimes, people you’ve never met can know you better than your own family.

Simon’s secret online relationship is a big part of the story, and it’s beautifully done. his anonymous friendship with Blue feels authentic and sweet. it’s the kind of connection that probably will make you believe in people again, if you've lost it. watching Simon figure out these emotions while hiding such a big part of himself feels so raw and honest. the family dynamic in this movie is also really nice. Simon’s parents (played by Jennifer Garner and Josh Duhamel) are great, and they stay in the background. this is important because it lets the story focus on Simon. they don’t steal the spotlight, and I appreciate that. they’re there to support Simon, not to take over the movie. it feels very balanced. by the time the movie ends, I’m filled with so many feelings. Love, Simon hits me the right way. it’s authentic and refreshing, especially in the teen romance genre. it doesn’t try too hard, but it’s powerful in its simplicity. it shows that coming out, love, and figuring out who you are doesn’t have to be over-the-top to feel real. whether you’re part of the LGBTQ+ community or not, this movie is worth watching.

final verdict: I think it was okay/watchable

maturity rating: 13+ genre: comedy, drama, romance duration: 1h 50m (110 mins) country of origin: USA language: English screenplay: Greg Berlanti, Isaac Aptaker, Elizabeth Berger based on: Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda novel by Becky Albertalli major cast: Nick Robinson, Katherine Langford, Alexandra Shipp, Logan Miller, Jennifer Garner, Josh Duhamel, Keiynan Lonsdale

[fallout-lou-begas]

It's been a week, tell me how to make dark chocolate chili!

Sorry it took me a while to get around to scanning the recipe! I've been a little busy and lazy. It's what's spun off over the years in my kitchen from a 2017 recipe by Colin Spacetwinks on Twitter, which I incorporated into my own recipe book when I first saw it about that year, much to the delight of everyone I've cooked it for since. But credit where credit is due.

My absolute biggest recommendation is to take whole beef like chuck steak or "stew beef" and dice it yourself. Completely changes the texture of the chili compared to ground beef. And if you're vegetarian, I have in fact made it with Beyond Beef with extremely satisfying results (not sure how less meaty protein substitutes would fare, I just used faux-beef for simplicity's sake when I tried).

"Vampire Dust" contains relatively little onion and garlic powder because I put so much onion and garlic in the chili itself. It could probably use some salt, but I haven't futzed with the proportions in a while, and I prefer to just salt and pepper my chili bowl at the table.

Here's a picture of a bowl, which is impossible to make look appetizing in photography but trust me it's delicious, prior to getting buried in oyster crackers, raw onion, and shredded smoked gouda. Oyster crackers are highly recommended because they add extra salt and texture to the finished chili all at once.

If you or who you're cooking for has a low spice tolerance, skip the habanero and poblano and just do one whole jalapeno and one whole orange bell pepper to make the chili much, much more mild.

For the "dark porter" (or stout) for the chili, I've had great success with lots of different things. I highly recommend something like Dragon's Milk Stout, Great Lakes Brewing's Edmund Fitzgerald Porter, or Bell's Porter. The more chocolate or coffee notes already built-in, the better.

In my own experience, I have never once needed cornmeal to thicken. It's purely a contingency.

[skeeverboy]

hi i love making lists and rankings. this is my ranking of all tfb albums from worst to best.

yes i've ranked tfb albums before im trying to go more in depth on this one and also my opinions may or may not have changed

Going Grey

It's experimental. It's stylistically different from the albums leading up to it. It's branching in a new direction, their first step into a slightly more pop sound. And it is boring.

A couple tracks sound the same to me. There's no pull factor for me, it's all around just kind of dull when compared to other TFB albums.

That is to say, though, I do love this album. Peace Sign goes hard, love the connection to Tie Dye Dragon. You Used to Say is a pretty solid opener. Vacation Town is a classic (though it is overplayed ngl)

8.4/10

In Sickness & In Flames

I love this album, I really do. Stylistically I think it's really significant to the TFB timeline, marking their journey into the more pop side that they're exploring recently. There are some absolute BANGERS also - love bus beat, love montgomery forever, love Fairbanks, Alaska. This was also the most recent album when I started listening to TFB.

With that, I think a lot of the album is kind of forgettable. I mean, come on- new song d, the hard way, make way, love at first sight. I forget they exist. Also, for some reason, I just cannot stand everyone blooms and it's the opener to the album. It puts a bad taste in my mouth for the entire thing.

8.9/10

You Are Who You Hang Out With

I reviewed this album on my other blog and gave it an 8.6 but that's changing today because my opinions are subjective and change every hour. This album is great, I don't care what anyone says. Most of the time I genuinely think the autotune and heavy editing works.

It did take some time for me to get used to it, not going to lie. I loved Outlook when it came out, but Emotional was... rough at first. It's absolutely warmed up to me, though. It can feel kind of repetitive sometimes, but I really like how they experimented with style and put out something truly unique.

9.0/10

My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia

I am such a sucker for 2000s/early 2010s TFB. I love the raw sound, and this shit is the DEFINITION of raw and unfiltered. I love this album with all my heart, I love the vocals (controversial, I know), I love the style, I love the simplicity and the lyrical style.

Some of this album is a little forgettable, and there are a few in here that were remade to just be so much better. The Theresa version of Supply of Power and the Rose version of Flying Model Rockets absolutely desimate and are just incredible. Though, I will say, the original I Think Your Nose Is Bleeding is better.

Definitely a hit or miss depending on who you are, but I am the type of person to EAT THIS SHIT UP.

9.3/10

The Front Bottoms

This album is an absolute classic. Really similar in style to IHMF and MGVP but sounding just a little more polished. This album has some of the gayest songs ever.

The lyrics speak to the heart. Every track is memorable and incredible. The use of trumpet in certain tracks is really nice, though it's incorporated better in later albums.

9.5/10

Talon of the Hawk

Just an incredible album all around. It's super energetic in an absolute delightful way. It's the perfect blend of their older kind of rough folk-y style while remaining polished and sounding complete. Older albums often sound like they're unfinished demos. Not TotH.

The use of trumpet and other instruments is strong. Some of TFB's most iconic songs are in this album. The knife is iconic. It is the Front Bottoms album.

9.7/10

Back on Top

I love this album so fucking much. Every song is incredible. The style, with the heavy use of electric guitar, is wonderful. It feels very light, very summery.

While it's less iconic than TotH, I'd say some of the most underrated songs are in Back on Top. 2YL, Ginger, The Plan, HELP, all absolutely breathtaking songs.

God I love this album.

9.9/10

I Hate My Friends

This is the most biased top pick ever. But yeah, this is one of my favorite albums of all time, maybe even my favorite of all time. I love the old TFB sound, I love the lyrics, I love the subject matter, I love the immature angst, I just overall love it so much.

I'm getting a fucking tattoo of this album, I have to put it at the top.

10/10

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 4. Smut. Don’t get excited. I’m shit at writing smut. I’ll get better tho. So allow me.

It had been a long, exhausting day at work. From rude customers, to your colleagues being purposefully incompetent— you were just ready to go home and finally relax. You had finally washed up and settled on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, letting the warm liquid ease away the day’s stress. Your mum was out, leaving you with the rare opportunity to enjoy some quiet time. As you sipped your wine, the world felt pleasantly fuzzy, a soft buzz settling in your limbs. You were in your favorite pajamas—comfortable shorts and a tank top—perfect for a night of relaxation.

The buzz of your phone pulled you from your thoughts. It was a message from Rafe. Your heart did a little flip as you read his words, his familiar tone playful yet carrying the idea of something more. He mentioned being out with friends, hinting at the chaos of his night. Feeling a bit braver than usual thanks to the wine, you replied, the conversation flowing easily between you two.

As the texts continued, the flirtation became more evident. Rafe teased you about not being the spontaneous type, saying you'd never show up somewhere on a whim. The challenge was clear, and whether it was the wine or something deeper pushing you, you felt the urge to prove him wrong.

"Come pick me up," you typed quickly, your fingers dancing over the screen. "I'm not afraid to be spontaneous."

His response was immediate. "On my way. Don't chicken out."

Your heart raced as you set your phone aside and grabbed your keys. You glanced in the mirror, seeing your reflection in the dim light. The tank top and shorts were casual, almost too casual, but something about the simplicity felt right. As you slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried outside, the cool night air hit your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Rafe's car was parked at the curb, engine idling. You spotted him in the driver's seat, leaning back casually, his expression unreadable in the shadowy interior. With a deep breath, you walked over and opened the door, slipping into the passenger seat.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice warm but laced with that familiar edge of mischief. His eyes roamed over your outfit, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Nice pajamas."

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Shut up," you muttered, but the teasing had its usual effect, making you relax.

He handed you a joint, already lit, and you hesitated for a moment before taking a hit. The smoke curled into your lungs, mixing with the wine buzz to create a heady, relaxed sensation. You passed it back to him, watching as he took a long drag, the orange glow illuminating his features.

For a while, you sat in companionable silence, passing the joint back and forth, the sound of soft music playing in the background. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt easy, the barriers between you dissolving in the haze of smoke and the gentle rhythm of the night.

Eventually, the conversation drifted back to the elephant in the room—the undeniable tension that had been simmering between you. You talked about the times he’d paid you too much attention, the secret touches, and the moments that blurred the lines of what was acceptable. There was a raw honesty in the air, fueled by the alcohol and the weed, that made it easier to voice things usually left unsaid.

"You know this can't go on," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. It was hard to focus on the reasons why this was wrong when he was sitting so close, his presence overwhelming.

Rafe's eyes darkened, a serious look replacing his usual playful demeanor. "I know," he admitted, his voice low. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was the first time he’d been so open about his feelings, and it made your heart race. You reached out, your hand hesitating before resting on his arm.

"Then why do you keep pushing me away?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze intense. "Because I don't want to mess things up. I love your sister, I don’t want to hurt her, but I can't keep pretending I don’t feel some type of way for you."

The air between you crackled with tension. It was a line that had been crossed long ago, but now, with the words out in the open, it felt like there was no going back. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was tentative at first, a testing of waters, but then it deepened, fueled by months of pent-up emotion.

Rafe cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, a mixture of softness and urgency that left you breathless. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the moment.

The car seemed too small, too confining for the intensity of what you were feeling. Breaking the kiss, Rafe leaned back, his breathing heavy. He looked at you, eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of feelings inside you. It was reckless, and you knew it. But at that moment, all you wanted was him.

Rafe reached over, pulling you into his lap. The move was sudden, making you gasp as you straddled him. His hands slid under your tank top, fingers skimming over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath your palms, the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own.

His hand grabbed the back of your neck as you kissed again. You rocked slightly on his lap, just enough to feel how hard he was beneath you. If you wasn’t sure how much he wanted you before, you were now. And as he brought his hand down to slide inside your shorts, it felt as though the world outside the car disappeared. There was only the sensation of his lips on yours, his hands circling you through your panties, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted. It was a heady mix, the forbidden nature of your relationship making every touch, every kiss, feel more intense.

“Rafe… please.” The desperation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Please what Y/N?” He hummed enjoying the way he could feel you pulsating.

“Please, just… just make me feel good.” Rafe wasted no time in moving your shorts to the side, immediately feeling just how ready you were.

“So wet. This all for me baby?” You bite you lip, eyes closed, practically clawing at his shoulders.

“Mhm. All for you.” You rock against his hand wanting- needing more.

When he finally sinks his fingers into you, you exhale a breathy moan. Squeezing around his digits. He continues to move his fingers in and out, his thumb ever so slightly teasing your clit.

“I’m so close.” He withdraws his fingers leaving you feeling empty and eager.

“Lift yourself up for a second princess.” You immediately do as you’re told. Thighs shaking, and somewhat squirming. He fiddles with the buttons on his jeans, and before you know it you see his cock spring free against his belly. You pulsate at the sight of him. He pulls you back in for a kiss, his other hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“You sure you want this?” You can tell by his tone that he hoped you’d say yes. You nod.

“No, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“Fuck.. rafe- I want you.. I want you so much it hurts.” He taps his cock on your pussy a couple times before slowly easing himself into you. Your eyes squeeze shut from how stretched you feel around him.

“Doing so good for me baby. You can take more can’t you?”

“Yes.yes.yes.” Your words are fast and mumbled. And when he does eventually bury himself in you completely, you’re barley coherent.

He fucks you hard and deep. You want to tell him- beg him to be gentle. But that was never rafes thing. He fucks like the person he is. Rough and relentless. All those months of pent up frustration, lust and anger, you could feel it all in this moment. You could feel his want and need every time he pushed into you. His thumb rubs at your clit continuously and you can feel yourself getting closer.

You seize up letting out a prolonged cry. Your Pussy squeezing him. His thrusts speed up at the sound of you cumming. Feeling you tighten around him.

Time seemed to blur, the lines between right and wrong fading into the background as you lost yourself in Rafe's touch. The night air filled with soft gasps and whispered names, the car becoming a cocoon of secrecy and desire.

When it was over, you lay against his chest, your breathing still ragged. The weight of what you had done settled over you, mingling with the satisfaction of finally giving in to what you both had been denying for so long.

Rafe ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle. "We shouldn't have done that," he said quietly, though there was no regret in his voice.

You nodded, agreeing with him. But as you lay there, tangled up in him, you couldn't bring yourself to care. For now, you were content to live in the moment, ignoring the consequences that loomed just outside the foggy windows of the car.

You knew things would be complicated going forward, that the line between you would be harder to maintain. But at that moment, as you lay wrapped in each other's arms, it felt worth it. The uncertainty, the secrecy, all of it was worth the feeling of being with him, if only for a fleeting moment.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

The Tapestry on your Skin. (Drabble)

Two figures were resting on Caitlyn's giant queen sized bed, one the eponymous heir to the Kiramman fortune herself, and the other her trusty partner, born fighter and long time survivor, Vi. This was, however, no moment of raw passion and roughness, that moment had just passed, and now they were simply caressing each others naked bodies and enjoying their respective company. It was only when Vi started to touch one of her many scars (Her old kickback wound on the shoulder) that Caitlyn sought to ruin the moment by speaking up.

"You don't have to force yourself to do that, you know?" It was a simple statement, but came baggaged with a lot of things behind it, and she was surprised to find she had spoken without meaning to. Something that came from the chest.

Her partner would stop for a second before raising an eyebrow. "...What do you mean? You can't tell me you don't like scars, you just spent the last hour getting your hands all over mine" And it was true. Caitlyn herself loved scars, adored them even, she found them extremely appealing, and on more personal moments with her partners she'd target them for kisses and caresses. So yes, Caitlyn Loved scars....on other people. On herself? She had to admit to finding them horrid.

It was one of the many things that had been instilled into her from a young age, the concept of a 'proper lady' and how one should take care of her own body. 'A lady's body should be like a smooth marble statue'. Pristine, perfect, not a blemish on sight, and while she understood on a logical level that it was rubbish, a part of her would always keep it in mind. She'd remember how other nobles acted when a lady got into an accident and had to wear a mask to cover her face, how a simple nick in the wrist would be treated as losing the hand itself, and her parents, bless their souls, despite doing their best to convince her they didn't care, had reacted badly to her own scar. Caitlyn could still remember their shocked faces.

Her tattoos would escape judgement as it was something she willingly did to herself, as and established, on others such marks were cause for appreciation. But on her? Her mind would always rebel against scars. "It is different, your scars are beautiful, mine are not"

"...Have you seen me, Cupcake? I look like a chopping block compared to you." Her answer was instant and accompanied by giving her scars little kisses, brushing her fingers along them gently, ensuring each one gets the same amount of attention. It was that simplicity and honesty about the pugilist that she adored, simple like a sword is simple she thought, it does it job, and it does it job well. Much like Vi. Others might give long winded explanations or corrections, but she just went from A to B.

For her part, Cait just blushes and let's her scars be pampered. "I'm not saying that I'm right...it's just that...I don't know, your scars seem like proof of how sturdy you are, of your will and strenght and willingness to survive and sometimes I look at mine and feel...ugly."

She is leaning against the touch and kisses, moving to caress the fighter's own scars herself, paricularly the one across her face, with her own thumb. "Your's feel like tapestry on your skin, endless stories and deeds and mine feel...mine feel like they are there to ruin said tapestry."

"Ugly is the farthest thing from my mind when I look at you." Vi muses, letting her fingers dance across her skin, caressing and kissing each scar she comes across.. climbing her body to do so. "Your scars tell stories. Mine are just.. all the same. Just some trencher trash getting beat by someone who thinks they're better. You can't call this a tapestry, this is a bloody rug." She never talked much about her scars from Stillwater-- though they where the ones to primary tatter her back like blood on white linen, and the sniper herself would never pry about it, if she ever wanted to tell her, then Cait would be there to listen, not a moment before. "I like yours much better, personally. Make you look real hot too." Adding a goofy little smirk as a flirt.

Perhaps that was the case for a lot of people, Caitlyn realized, perhaps wounds and scars looked appealing to others because they just tell the end of a story, rather than the horrible things one had to go through, hence why the one with said scars wouldn't appreciate them as much. Still, much like how Vi refused to let her think her scars were awful, Caitlyn was commited to make her appreciate the ones she had as well.

"Well...how about we compromise and say that we believe the other is right and that both our scars are beautiful?" Putting one arm around the woman's body, she'd lean forward to gently press her forehead against the fighter's own, managing to finally cause her to blush as well. That was the trick with her, always so direct, but if you are just as direct she stumbles, as she did now letting her mouth hang for a few seconds as she stared at Caitlyn's eyes, before softening her expression and smiling.

"...I think that sounds like a pretty sweet deal Cupcake..." And Vi, always to the point, kissed her, letting silence fall as their caresses remained. Both realized that logic was a compromise, one that wouldn't really solve the issues both had internalized....

But perhaps, each other's appreciation is enough.

(Drabble inspired by @risingshine's amazing art of Caitlyn's scars and tatoos, and a conversation I had with @undercity-merc )

[sims4t2bb]

4 Topics - Broken Link, Item Converted, etc.

1.) Q. The link to item X is broken

 - The link to the item Astro Solar System Light from TS4 Base Game converted by SkittlesSims is broken, or rather, their entire page of content is wiped…I’m not too sure if their page was wrongfully terminated, …possibly hacked? or maybe they have deactivated and a bot has taken over their url. 

I did find the original post archived on other tumblrs and I managed to get to the simfileshare page and download it from there. 

Here is the link below:

https://www.simfileshare.net/download/2883423/

RAR Name: SkittlesSims_4t2_OBJAstroSolarSystem.rar (193.9 kB)

2.) Q. Has item X been converted? / mislabeled on accident 

The item ‘Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ from TS4 BG was converted by TheNinthWave in the Sims 4 Bathroom Set from October 22, 2019. 

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

The set includes the following Sims 4 BG items: 

a) ‘Antique Toilet’

b) 'Pure Simplicity Sink’

c) 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’

On accident, your 4t2 Base Game Buy page you have the 'Floral Hygiene Clawfoot’ Tub flagged as converted and have attached the same link for the 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ to it. 

The two items look practically the same, this was an easy mistake just waiting to happen. 

3.) Q. I installed item X in my game, but it’s broken. Help!

- Unfortunately, after installing TheNinthWave’s 4t2 conversion of the Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub, it has a blue shadow underneath the tub? no. it’s a blue block? maybe, water texture? I’m not too sure what it is. Please correct me if I’m wrong and educate me on the right terminology.

As well as, the Perfectly Simplicity Sink has an 'issue’ with counters, again this is what I saw in my game (this could be different in others) in which the counter shows in the sink.

I have provided the link to the CC by TheNinthWave again for your convenience below:

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

I do want to mentioned, I promptly messaged TheNinthWave first via Tumblr before messaging you about this. I have not received a response yet, however I only messaged them a few moments ago!!

4.) Optional Read/Answer Q. Are there TS4 Base Game Items not included in your catalog?

Correct me if I’m wrong, but are there some items from TS4 Base Game not included/listed on your buy catalog?

For example, this 4t2 conversion by Veranka:

https://veranka-downloads.tumblr.com/post/118789952976/4t2-kitchen-deco-download

Which includes items such as: 

Honeycomb Bottle Holder

Modernist Paper Towel Dispenser

Positronic Pro-Magnetic Knife Rack

Pro-Quality Knife Block Set

RAW Antique Teapot

etc.

Are these items from TS4 Base Game?

I haven’t played since 2018, so my memory is blurry.

Anyways, I hope this is useful and thank you so much for your time and dedication for our community! :)

Take care,

Cae

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Thank you for your submission! Good catch, the broken link has been fixed and so has the mix-up with the bathtubs. As for the problem with the conversion, we cannot provide technical support, so messaging the creator would be the best option here.

There are indeed some items missing from our Base Game page, as it’s still a work in progress, but we’re happy to say these (and more!) items have finally been added - unfortunately this made the BG page too long and we were forced to separate Decorative items from the rest of Buy Mode. The new page is available here!

Thank you again for your submission!