#this is stream of consciousness

[o-wild-west-wind]

The more I think about it, I actually REALLY like the choice in the Wicked movie to alter Elphaba and Fiyero’s introduction and to switch Avaric (I think?) from a human to a sentient Horse—because it adds the tiiiiniest bit of insight and foreshadowing into Fiyero’s character and his subsequent relationship with Elphaba.

Not only does it soften their introduction, but it also establishes him as someone who—while clearly seeing himself as superior in terms of rank—still views Animals as fellow people. He and the Horse have banter and camaraderie, and Fiyero explicitly uses “we” instead of “I.” He makes it clear that they’re both fully present with Elphaba in the scene.

That helps fill in the arguable plot hole of why Elphaba spares him (and not also Glinda) in the lion cub scene—he’s already established as someone who respects Animal autonomy in at least some capacity, and who she can reasonably trust to “get” the problem with Animal subjugation (something that Glinda, while just having proven her empathy for Elphaba specifically, hasn’t genuinely shown herself to understand yet). IMO, it subtly helps establish Elphaba and Fiyero’s relationship as one borne of political allyship (something that was really only subtextual in the stage show)—which is also part of why Glinda’s relationships with the both of them are tragically and inextricably doomed by the narrative.

anyway. we stan one (1) woke bisexual winkie prince

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[panoptic0ns]

when a joke takes a while to hit call that a jestational period

[yameoto]

being caitlyn's pretty lil cumdump

tw; overstimulation, breeding kink, spitplay, cumplay, girlcock, she sucks her cum out of your cunt and spits it back in your mouth to make room for another load, cumdump

caitlyn who is fucking in and out of your hole until your thighs are on fire and your cunt is numb and seeping out milky white because you're not physically capable of holding anymore. because cum is pulsing endlessly out of you like goop and gushing a river into the bedsheets and when she can't fuck it back into you anymore because it keeps flooding out the base of her cock. caitlyn gets sick of it. growling and biting into your skin in frustration because why can't you take more? gods know she has more to give. she has needs. for example, the need to fuck you till her balls are wrung dry and you're so full of her til your head is empty your words are gibberish and you can't even feel the thrusts of her cock anymore.

so she's wrenching her cock out and licking hot back down your abdomen, kissing down the taut stretch of your swollen belly and descending on your loose pussy as you cry and thrash and squirm upwards helplessly because you've been fucked and filled to the point where there's nothing you can feel but her fingers and her tongue and the phantom slam of her cock. so empty-headed you barely even realise it when she's sucking her own cum out of your cunt to make room for another load because she doesn't give a shit what your body is telling her or what mewls are coming out of your mouth say. you're not done til she says so. caitlyn's yanking you by the neck for an open-mouthed kiss and spitting her own cum back into your mouth. loves the way it pools in your mouth and you jerk to gulp it in before to choke. loves the way you look, only the whites of your eyes showing as your pupils flutter furiously at the edge of your lids like they’re jammed, like your body is stuttering, like it can't even process what she’s putting it through. how your cheeks and chin are coated with the thick mixture of her cum and saliva and she croons, back arching when she shoves herself back in again. makes it just in time for her to add another hot creamy burst into the mess in your tummy. and your leaking pussy slurps her up so eagerly. so greedily, still, because she’s fucked you so warm and full and stupid it feels wrong to be anything else but caitlyn's pretty little cumdump.

[zinepunk]

Some thoughts on the end of arcane season 2:

Wow that was even gayer than expected /pos

Episode 7 was damn incredible. Everything I ever wanted from this show, especially with the “what could have been” themes

I know I wasn’t supposed to find it funny but I cracked tf up every time the alternate realities switched. Like it’d go from Ekko on a date in ideal Zaun being like “nooo I HATE parties :(“ to Jayce GOING THROUGH IT eating raw meat alone in a cave lmaoooo

TimeBomb canon letsgoooooo

GAY SEX???? GAYY??? SEX?!?!?!?

IN A JAIL CELL FOR SOME REASON???? I mean slay ig??

Side note I had a dream that Vi and Caitlyn had sex but woke up and was like damn too bad they’ll never do that in canon. I’m a prophet 😎

Mel’s character design somehow got even better and I love that for her (rip about the mommy issues tho)

Also what was up with Skye being savage as hell? Viktor being like “I’ll miss our talks” and her being like “no you won’t” Tf???!?

Ekko slayed this season but what’s new

Ekko putting Jinx on a suicide watch by rewinding time every time she killed herself was funny as hell ngl. Speaking as someone who’s been monitored 24/7 for that exact reason

I wanna know what the hell Ekko said to Jinx to convince her to not only not die but also save everyone cuz I feel like we missed some steps

Look I know JayVik didn’t become OFFICIALLY canon like the others but that confession was gay as hell. They’re canon to me idc

The reveal that the mage who saved Jayce as a kid was Viktor all along?? Side note, my dad actually predicted that by accident because he couldn’t remember who was who so yay dad

I know this isn’t important whatsoever but VIKTOR WITH A BEARD CAN GET IT

Jinx’s new hair is really growing on me but unfortunately it only lasted like 30 mins

I can’t believe jinx fucking died. I seriously didn’t think they’d kill off one of the main characters

Also did Jayce and Viktor die? That was super unclear like where did they go??

I feel like Vi and Sevika really got the short end of the stick with this ending since both of them had at least two found families EACH die off completely

Anyway in summary I LOVED the ending and the little seeds it planted for future spin offs. Once again I watched the whole thing jaw dropped. I kept thinking “wouldn’t it be crazy if they did xyz? But they wouldn’t do thaaaat” and then they FUCKING DID IT. 10/10 show, ended as beautifully as I’d hoped.

[ms-scarletwings]

I always loved this specific expression of his for no particular reason it’s just so effing funny

It’s the most little cartoon guy face. Everything and nothing is going on in that head at the same time.

[borealing]

the first time gihun nearly cracks a smile in the games is when inho calls him by his name and then goes oh i just wanted to try calling you by your name.. do you mind? which raises the two incredible questions of 1. was that a slip of the tongue and if yes, does inho call him gihun when he thinks about him? not player 456, even though that's how the frontman addresses him? and 2. was gihun actually suspicious for a second there or was he completely appeased by the idea that a random guy in the games is trying to speedrun being his bestie given what happened last time (everyone he was friends with died)

i really wonder how badly the games traumatised gihun, like hes meeting these new people and expecting them to die within days. he meets them and has mourned them before he knows their names. he nearly cracks a smile when someone becomes his friend despite the pre-emptive grief he must be feeling. it just speaks to the kind of man he is, trusting to a fault and desperate for any kind of connection

[musingsofmajesty]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

or, you sleep over at eddie's for the first time.

"Eventually, you do settle. And it's perfect. You've never felt so warm, safe, or loved..."

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Wayne's gone so, you've got the whole trailer to yourselves. Which is quite nice when you're helplessly in love. The two of you spend the evening eating Eddie’s snacks (some of which he stocked up on for tonight) and watching reruns of Happy Days. But mostly just talking and enjoying each other's proximity as you're cuddled on the couch.

When it finally comes time for you to get ready for bed, you do your night routines around each other in the bathroom because you want to stay close, even if it is a tight squeeze.

As you're brushing your teeth, you stand in front while Eddie stands over your shoulder, his reflection in the mirror smiling at you from around his toothbrush. Both of you laugh when toothpaste drips onto his chin.

Things are definitely a lot slower and sleepier, but you couldn't ask for anything more.

There's a sense of ease about Eddie that's hard to come by. Part of you wonders how you'd gone so long without it. It feels like you've known each other for a lifetime.

Dim lamplight illuminates his bedroom as you crawl into his bed. The mattress creaks softly beneath your weight, and the sheets rustle as you settle beneath them. He lets you take the spot near the wall, while he takes the outside. Everything smells like him, earthen with the faintest undertone of something sweet.

Just as he's reaching over to the nightstand to switch off the lamp, you place a hand between his shoulder blades that makes him peek back at you.

"Hmm?" His eyes are soft as they take you in.

When you don't say anything, he gives you his full attention, turning to face you while propped on a forearm. Then he sees it. The beginnings of a smile. The amusement kindled just beneath the surface.

"You forgot my goodnight kiss."

Eddie sighs like the news grieves him.

"Already gave you about fifty. How many more do you need?" Even as he's saying this, he's leaning in to close the gap.

His lips are soft and sweet against your own. Warmth settles in your stomach.

"Satisfied?" he asks.

You nod your head in confirmation, then Eddie finally cuts the lights.

In the darkness, all sounds seem magnified. The muffled voices outside in the distance. Car wheels against gravel. Even your own breaths as your bodies truly begin to wind down. You can feel each other's heat, the weight of your proximity. It's new, and exciting, and grounding all at the same time.

For two people who always seemed to have a lot to say when it came to talking to each other, a comfortable silence settles in the space between you. It isn't long before Eddie's hand settles on your hip. It prompts you to roll over and face the wall so that you're turned away from him.

He presses in closer, his chest against your back. "This okay?" he asks.

"No," you joke at first. Eddie freezes for a fraction of a second. "It's perfect," you eventually say.

A shiver tumbles down your spine at the plush feeling of his lips meeting the nape of your neck in a gentle kiss. "An extra one for the road," he explains in a murmur.

You laugh not only because of the feathery brush of his lips, but because you still can't believe this is your life. Eddie starts laughing too, and you end up getting swept into a spell of amusement that makes itself hard to shake.

"Shhh," you manage to complain through your laughter, nudging his foot beneath the covers.

"You shush," he counters, giving your side a playful pinch.

Eventually, you do settle. And it's perfect. You've never felt so warm, safe, or loved.

Eddie yawns, then whispers, "Night, angel."

"Night, Eddie."

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[toolusingmammalgirl]

[plounce]

why was bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? like dude it's fine you can relax. actually wait the tense here is kinda funny. i used past tense because ds9 is from the 90s and i watched it in 2021 so in both cases it's from the past in my view. but when talking about a text you speak in the present: why IS bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? but the statement is half about how ds9 takes place in the scifi future: why WILL bashir be a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century?

[janedoe-hecate]

Mech pilot that has little to no respect for infantry until she’s downed by an enemy pilot. Her crumpled mech lays on the ground as a giant metal hand rips open the cockpit, an equally giant pistol raised ready to turn her to paste. Then she sees her, the lone marine straddling the back of the enemy mech. She is unafraid of the metal monstrosity she climbs upon, or at least doesn’t look afraid, even as it bucks and tries to grab at the insect that crawls upon it. A shaped charge covered in axel crease is hurled into a dark crevice in the enemy mech’s frame, a sticky bomb thrown in a chink in the dragon’s armor. The marine leaps away just as the charge detonates and shreds the enemy’s cockpit. The steel colossus falls as the marine picks herself up, reaches down to the mech pilot she just saved, and asks, “Are you okay?”

All the pilot can think in the moment is, I would let her destroy me.

[colombinaa]

men have a physical advantage over women in sports because most sports - like everything else - are made by men for men. competitions also follow the male circadian rhythm (24h cycle).

our biology is different. we are built for survival, endurance, resistance. we are made to last through time. you can see this in so many aspects of female biology.

imagine how cool it would be to have our own sports that highlight our physical power properly. or like competitions last an entire month so we can compete at the appropriate phase of the cycle and we’re all judged fairly. imagine if we had different sports created on the different phases to embrace how we change in a month. i’ve got so many ideas going through my head of how it could be.

i’d like physical activity way more like this. i wanna live in a world like that.

[soullistrations]

the thing about haikyuu is it’s a love story. but it’s everybody’s love story. it’s asahi saying, “when have my friends ever been a burden,” and kageyama saying, “with me you’re invincible,” and the neighborhood association laughing about him saying that and then putting hours and hours into teaching and supporting these kids who love the same sport they do, and it’s kenma saying, “thank you for getting me into volleyball,” and it’s hinata screaming with joy because his friend is having fun, and it’s tsukishima learning to give his all to something even if there’s more risk in actually caring, and it’s in kageyama and hinata counting and counting and counting their victories and defeats, and it’s in kita telling his team he’s proud of them, and it’s in kageyama saying he wished he could have gone further with this team, and it’s in shimizu stumbling through a simple good luck speech, and it’s in coach ukai reminding his kids to eat well, and it’s in. everything. i could pull a hundred more love stories from these characters but it’s just. it’s in everything.

[ubepan]

chilchuck gap moe this ep btw. he looked up at laios with big googoo eyes i Had to pause the ep. a middle-aged grown ass man wht are u doing looking at another man like he has the world in his eyes. you are divorced with three kids dude

i think im unwell

[jesuistrestriste]

you make art put on a skirt for the halloween party.

one that’s white and frilly and just barely covering him up; one that makes him compulsively pull down on the bottom of it to conceal himself everytime he has to talk to someone. fumbling with his red solo cup as he prays that whoever he’s in conversation with thinks it’s a joke.

and people do.

when you two walk through the front door of the house party, all of his fellow tennis players burst into laughter and rush up to him. they clap him on the back and tug on his pearl-covered corset. they put their hands all over his body; someone even manages to give him a playful slap on his ass. he feels like a piece of meat.

art’s dressed as an angel, while you’re dressed as the devil. fitting, he had thought when you helped him with his thigh-highs. he didn’t want to admit that you encouraging forcing him to dress so.. femininely.. made him feel hot under the collar. not to mention the grabby touches from his stanford tennis team buddies. it was all too much.

so the night goes on, and he sticks close to your side. one hand holding yours nearly 24/7 so he doesn’t lose you.

he gets more laughs here and there when new people arrive and see his costume. they, like everyone else, assume it’s some sort of gag he’s doing. or, at the very least, a humiliation ritual that you’re subjecting him to for some reason. art drinks cupful and cupful of the nasty, syrupy party punch to dull the weird warmth brewing in the pit of his stomach.

the party dies down and art is wasted.

like, completely gone.

while you’re in the middle of a heated debate with one of your friends about whether or not the guy she’s dating is worthy of approval, art presses his hips into the back of your body and mouths at your neck. it’s slow and a little sloppy, and then you realize you have to be on caretaker duty for the rest of the evening.

but then he kisses your jaw with more intention, his hips absentmindedly rolling against you from behind. you pull him away by his wrist before your friend has a chance to realize what he’s doing.

you drag him into the bathroom and shut the door, turning to look at him. he looks like a drunk college chick. costume slipping, tights somehow ripped, cheeks flushed, hair messed up in the most slutty way. and he’s managed to lose his halo headband somewhere.

he pushes you backwards to the toilet and you ungracefully fall back onto the toilet seat cover with a hard thump. you frown up at him and shake your head.

“art,” you hum, “babe, youre- god, when did you drink so much? i don’t even—“

he cuts you off by slowly climbing into your lap. his skirt rides up his thighs, milky skin being revealed as the fabric lifts. he whimpers.

“please..”

your hands instinctively come up to his waist, cupping it and playing with the dangling string holding together the back of his top. he shivers and blinks slowly.

“i.. i jus’ want you to touch me,” he breathes out, slurring the whole way, “please touch me..”

he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand up his skirt. you’re surprised when you feel how fucking hard he is inside the lacy panties you tucked his cock into before you both left for the night.

“im so fucking horny,” he gasps, “i don’t know.. dunno why ‘m so.. im leaking already, please-“

you grope him over the fabric and he keens, his chest falling forward to press against yours before he swallows thickly and his jaw goes slack. you feel him throbbing in your palm.

he turns his head so that his lips are right by your ear, and then one of his arms reaches around to wrap around your lower back. his blonde curls are starting to stick to his forehead.

“please… please jus’ play with me…”

he cums over your fingers after just ten strokes.

you make him walk home with you as the remnants of it drips down his thighs.

[potato-lord-but-not]

in my wtnv era 10 years too late but uhhhh trying to figure out how to draw the guy nonetheless